Well I kinda have a few questions
1. Can i join Concordium?
2. Will I be able to get my money bonus once you guys get the mod in, or is it just for admins?
That's it and thanks when you answer them.
Well I kinda have a few questions
1. Can i join Concordium?
2. Will I be able to get my money bonus once you guys get the mod in, or is it just for admins?
That's it and thanks when you answer them.
1. They have to accept you IC
2. what mod?
Unrelated edit: This is the most distracting avatar ever... I love it
IGN: Dirtcopter77 (two 7s, not three) Age: 15 Why do I want to join?: I am looking for a good roleplay server with a nice community to have some fun on. Did I read the rules?: Yes.
IC:
Name: Johann DuMont Age: 26 RP example: *customer walks into shop* "Hello there, what may I do for you, monsieur?" "I'd like a sweetroll, please" "Ah, yes. That would be fifteen pounds." *customer hands over money* "Your sweetroll, monsieur. Remember to tell your friends about my wonderful baking!" Bio:Johann is a French farm boy, recently moved to the city of CoG, now that his father sent him out on the world. Being from a working environment, he is always happy to help out others and contribute to society. Nothing makes him angrier than seeing someone slacking off and prospering off of others' work. Aside from that, Johann is a soft-spoken man, and very hard to anger most of the time.
I can live without magic but I do want to drive a mech around the world. Wouldn't it be cool? Huh? I can learn to code so tyler doesn't have to do it so it doesn't kill him. I can. I will.
IGN: Dirtcopter77 (two 7s, not three) Age: 15 Why do I want to join?: I am looking for a good roleplay server with a nice community to have some fun on. Did I read the rules?: Yes.
IC:
Name: Johann DuMont Age: 26 RP example: *customer walks into shop* "Hello there, what may I do for you, monsieur?" "I'd like a sweetroll, please" "Ah, yes. That would be fifteen pounds." *customer hands over money* "Your sweetroll, monsieur. Remember to tell your friends about my wonderful baking!" Bio:Johann is a French farm boy, recently moved to the city of CoG, now that his father sent him out on the world. Being from a working environment, he is always happy to help out others and contribute to society. Nothing makes him angrier than seeing someone slacking off and prospering off of others' work. Aside from that, Johann is a soft-spoken man, and very hard to anger most of the time.
OOC:
IGN: Jason_D_Black
Age: 18
Why do you want to be a part of this server? Because I love airships or amagining I'm a pirate on one, but ofcourse, I'm still waiting for the smooth zeppelin mod to come out
Have you read the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Jason D. Black
Age: 23
RP example: The light of his cigaret appeared in the dark of the night. The smoke and ashes coming from it, made your hearthbeed raise. The man, who was once famous for his many assasenation, was standing right before you. "I see... so you want to become one to? What is your name kid" The big man said, with a grin on his face. "M... my name is math sir"
Bio: Jason grew up amongst pirates. His father was one, his mom was one. His father was the captain of the ship called 'the black Swan'. This was a large battleship with cannons on it. His dad Hunter D. Black, sailed the sky's for several years and gained his fame in that. His mother was also famous, as a trickster. She would seduice other man, to steal from them later. Her name was the black swan. Ofcourse, Jason's dad fell in love with her, and named her ship to her. And his mother... well, let's just say that Hunter D. Black was the only one who she didn't betrayed. Now many years later, Jason went into his fathers footsteps and also became a pirate with his new ship "The black eagle" roaming the sea's and doing jobs for anyone who wants to pay him.
I can live without magic but I do want to drive a mech around the world. Wouldn't it be cool? Huh? I can learn to code so tyler doesn't have to do it so it doesn't kill him. I can. I will.
OOC:
IGN: KkSoso
Age: 21
Why do you want to be a part of this server? Seems like an interesting change of pace
Have you read the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Hirix Steamwitz
Age: 62
RP example:
The cold night kept eerily quiet through the empty manor, occasionally ending with a loud bang from on a hammer striking metal, or the mad laughter that may follow after. "Ah yes! This is it, this is it!" The old man sneers to himself barely containing his excitement. "Just a hit here, and a screw here, add in a couple of bolts... Hmm, no that should go there, not there." The old man points from one spot to the another as he makes an adjustment. The room danced with life from the nearby fireplace, Showing off the details of the old man and his work all around. He had many contraptions hanging off the wall and lying on the floor. Some were busted, some incomplete, and some showing in their rusted glory. The hammer hitting metal continued as the old man continued to speak himself through the procedure, not paying attention to the young boy sitting in an old withered chair in the corner. The boy, along with many other children came by to watch the man's craft, looking on in awe at the fluid and quick work. With a screwdriver in hand, he tightened a final screw and took a step back, allowing the screwdriver to fall from his grip and landing with a thud on the hardwood floor. He brought a hand up, lifting his goggles and wiping the sweat from his brow. The boy face filled with overwhelming joy at what he saw. Sitting on the table before the old man was a small robot, fitted with scrap metal and sitting on the table edge with a lifeless body. The man turned to the boy standing and smiled. "Well lad, that was the brunt of the work. It is gettin' late though an' yer mother must be a bit worried, so come back tomorrow morning and this little bucket o' bolts will be up an' running." The boy's face calmed enough and he nodded in approval. Rising to his feet and rushed towards the doorway. He stopped suddenly and turned to the old man. "Thank you Mr. Hirix. It looks amazing!" And he was gone, out of sight, already rushing home to a warm meal. Hirix took a few steps to the chair the boy was just sitting in and dragged it across the floor in front of the table where the robot still sat. He slumped against the back of his chair running his hands against the robot's frame. "Ye may jus' be a toy fer a small lad, but ye are a big piece of art. I wonder what story ye will create." With a smirk, Hirix brought an oil-soaked cloth and began to polish the metal of the bot.
Bio:
Hirix Steamwitz
The Steamwitz have always been a line of engineering and tinkering, always working with shaping metals, fitting bots, and inventing the next amazing gadget. Hirix himself showed signs of the family path at an early age of five. Not working with anything big but small, such as building with small sticks and leaves to make a minor contraption. At this time, they never did make any sense, always a clutter of ties and pieces, not doing much. But his heart was there and grew with his age. He first began with metal at the age of twelve, working under his father's guidance. His father, Larix Steamwitz, always kept stern with the craft, keeping eager to teach his only son all he knows. The teaching continued on until Hirix's young adult age of twenty-three, where the studies were cut short by his father's illness and death soon after. It brought Hirix such great sorrow as anyone would feel after losing a parent. At first all he wanted to do was lie around and stay in his lonely world of depression. He has already lost his mother when he was seven to an airship accident, leaving his father with a few disabilities. Hirix had no one really, no longer had his parents, nor a lover. All he has was his craft that his father so sternly taught him. A new fear soon raced through him, he lacked self-confidence. He was afraid that he was alone in this craft and others may look down on him and now expect what his father has done in his years. He would be expected to do better, but how. Days went on, and soon months, to years. Hirix dedicated his whole life to building what would prove better than his father, but always falling short on his own criticism. He was always comparing himself with his father, and always on the losing end. One day, at the age of forty-two, Hirix finished completing a small toy airship, using any sort of metal scrap he could find. Such a simple task should be easy enough, but it wasn't. Even though the toy worked, powered well, and even hovered across the floor, it did not please him. With rage boiling inside, he kicked the contraption, causing it shatter out one of the windows, landing on the snowy ground outside. He slumped back in his chair and grumbled to himself, before hearing a knock on the door. Mumbling to himself, he rose to his feet and quickly opened the door to find a child holding his toy airship he just discarded. After minor mumbling and talking, he insisted the boy keep the piece of junk. The boy instantly let out a large smile and thanked Hirix and ran off with his new toy. Hirix looked on with a bit of disbelief. He had never shown his work to anyone, always crafting something, then tearing it apart once again. After thinking, he thought that maybe he can do better than his father, but he will never know unless he shows it to the world. He was always afraid of being seen as a failure, but he wasn't seen that way from that boy. Picking up his tools he took on the craft of tinkerer and toy builder, eager to see the smiles of children.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/28/2011
Posts:
111
Minecraft:
Dakirennis
Member Details
OOC:
IGN: Dakirennis
Age: 18
Why do you want to be a part of this server?: It seems really unique, I haven't been involved in an rp world like this. Seems like the best place to start.
Have you read the rules? Indeed
IC:
Name: Dylan
Age: 18
RP example:
Lighting a cigarette he sits down and his table and disassembles his pistol for cleaning. He pulls down his goggles and gets to work, taking it apart piece by piece he smiles to himself as he swabs it clean. Reaching over to his tools he grabs his wrench and begins to reassembling his companion, only this time adding more and mumbling to himself. "Maybe this part here to stabilize it more. Hmm... perhaps an improved sight?" With a cackle he douses his smoke and raises his completed work to the light. Grinning wide he says to himself "This should cause some chaos", he lays back in his chair and puts the gun down on the table. He lights himself another smoke "Can't wait to test it out".
Bio:
He was raised in the refugee camps by his mother while his father was off fighting against the CoG. Growing up he learned how to scavenge and find useful materials amongst the heaps of debris. As he got older he learned to fight from the other rebels, with sword and pistol he is anxious to raise hell for the CoG. He has an affinity for guns and is eager for work but can be quick to act. Not one to avoid a fight hes been know to just jump into the action without a second thought.
From the post on the first page on the updates you mentioned train routs. This imply s that the bases are a long way from each other, I take it this idea has been dumped?
From the post on the first page on the updates you mentioned train routs. This imply s that the bases are a long way from each other, I take it this idea has been dumped?
And are licenses still 30K?
Faction areas are relatively close together. The only rails are in COG and are just for that area.
Hey tyler, I not on as much during the week due to classes, but I have payed for my in-game liscense. Is it possible for you to promote me to pilot rank well I am not on? My IGN is DragonMasterxJ. Thanks!
Hey tyler, I not on as much during the week due to classes, but I have payed for my in-game liscense. Is it possible for you to promote me to pilot rank well I am not on? My IGN is DragonMasterxJ. Thanks!
Who did you pay? Once I get confirmation you did I will give you the rank.
1. Can i join Concordium?
2. Will I be able to get my money bonus once you guys get the mod in, or is it just for admins?
That's it and thanks when you answer them.
1. They have to accept you IC
2. what mod?
Unrelated edit: This is the most distracting avatar ever... I love it
IGN: Dirtcopter77 (two 7s, not three)
Age: 15
Why do I want to join?: I am looking for a good roleplay server with a nice community to have some fun on.
Did I read the rules?: Yes.
IC:
Name: Johann DuMont
Age: 26
RP example: *customer walks into shop* "Hello there, what may I do for you, monsieur?" "I'd like a sweetroll, please" "Ah, yes. That would be fifteen pounds." *customer hands over money* "Your sweetroll, monsieur. Remember to tell your friends about my wonderful baking!"
Bio:Johann is a French farm boy, recently moved to the city of CoG, now that his father sent him out on the world. Being from a working environment, he is always happy to help out others and contribute to society. Nothing makes him angrier than seeing someone slacking off and prospering off of others' work. Aside from that, Johann is a soft-spoken man, and very hard to anger most of the time.
Oh and revolving, how was your day?
accepted
accepted
I believe mine is more distracting
Damn you win
accepted
If you want mechs, go to a mechassault server.
Today me and a bunch of pirates raided an unofficial subfaction and blew it to smithereens! It was really fun!
Zamiel
Let this be a lesson... don't make a subfaction and DON'T have more than one other person living with you if you aren't in one
IGN: KkSoso
Age: 21
Why do you want to be a part of this server? Seems like an interesting change of pace
Have you read the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Hirix Steamwitz
Age: 62
RP example:
The cold night kept eerily quiet through the empty manor, occasionally ending with a loud bang from on a hammer striking metal, or the mad laughter that may follow after. "Ah yes! This is it, this is it!" The old man sneers to himself barely containing his excitement. "Just a hit here, and a screw here, add in a couple of bolts... Hmm, no that should go there, not there." The old man points from one spot to the another as he makes an adjustment. The room danced with life from the nearby fireplace, Showing off the details of the old man and his work all around. He had many contraptions hanging off the wall and lying on the floor. Some were busted, some incomplete, and some showing in their rusted glory. The hammer hitting metal continued as the old man continued to speak himself through the procedure, not paying attention to the young boy sitting in an old withered chair in the corner. The boy, along with many other children came by to watch the man's craft, looking on in awe at the fluid and quick work. With a screwdriver in hand, he tightened a final screw and took a step back, allowing the screwdriver to fall from his grip and landing with a thud on the hardwood floor. He brought a hand up, lifting his goggles and wiping the sweat from his brow. The boy face filled with overwhelming joy at what he saw. Sitting on the table before the old man was a small robot, fitted with scrap metal and sitting on the table edge with a lifeless body. The man turned to the boy standing and smiled. "Well lad, that was the brunt of the work. It is gettin' late though an' yer mother must be a bit worried, so come back tomorrow morning and this little bucket o' bolts will be up an' running." The boy's face calmed enough and he nodded in approval. Rising to his feet and rushed towards the doorway. He stopped suddenly and turned to the old man. "Thank you Mr. Hirix. It looks amazing!" And he was gone, out of sight, already rushing home to a warm meal. Hirix took a few steps to the chair the boy was just sitting in and dragged it across the floor in front of the table where the robot still sat. He slumped against the back of his chair running his hands against the robot's frame. "Ye may jus' be a toy fer a small lad, but ye are a big piece of art. I wonder what story ye will create." With a smirk, Hirix brought an oil-soaked cloth and began to polish the metal of the bot.
Bio:
Hirix Steamwitz
The Steamwitz have always been a line of engineering and tinkering, always working with shaping metals, fitting bots, and inventing the next amazing gadget. Hirix himself showed signs of the family path at an early age of five. Not working with anything big but small, such as building with small sticks and leaves to make a minor contraption. At this time, they never did make any sense, always a clutter of ties and pieces, not doing much. But his heart was there and grew with his age. He first began with metal at the age of twelve, working under his father's guidance. His father, Larix Steamwitz, always kept stern with the craft, keeping eager to teach his only son all he knows. The teaching continued on until Hirix's young adult age of twenty-three, where the studies were cut short by his father's illness and death soon after. It brought Hirix such great sorrow as anyone would feel after losing a parent. At first all he wanted to do was lie around and stay in his lonely world of depression. He has already lost his mother when he was seven to an airship accident, leaving his father with a few disabilities. Hirix had no one really, no longer had his parents, nor a lover. All he has was his craft that his father so sternly taught him. A new fear soon raced through him, he lacked self-confidence. He was afraid that he was alone in this craft and others may look down on him and now expect what his father has done in his years. He would be expected to do better, but how. Days went on, and soon months, to years. Hirix dedicated his whole life to building what would prove better than his father, but always falling short on his own criticism. He was always comparing himself with his father, and always on the losing end. One day, at the age of forty-two, Hirix finished completing a small toy airship, using any sort of metal scrap he could find. Such a simple task should be easy enough, but it wasn't. Even though the toy worked, powered well, and even hovered across the floor, it did not please him. With rage boiling inside, he kicked the contraption, causing it shatter out one of the windows, landing on the snowy ground outside. He slumped back in his chair and grumbled to himself, before hearing a knock on the door. Mumbling to himself, he rose to his feet and quickly opened the door to find a child holding his toy airship he just discarded. After minor mumbling and talking, he insisted the boy keep the piece of junk. The boy instantly let out a large smile and thanked Hirix and ran off with his new toy. Hirix looked on with a bit of disbelief. He had never shown his work to anyone, always crafting something, then tearing it apart once again. After thinking, he thought that maybe he can do better than his father, but he will never know unless he shows it to the world. He was always afraid of being seen as a failure, but he wasn't seen that way from that boy. Picking up his tools he took on the craft of tinkerer and toy builder, eager to see the smiles of children.
IGN: Dakirennis
Age: 18
Why do you want to be a part of this server?: It seems really unique, I haven't been involved in an rp world like this. Seems like the best place to start.
Have you read the rules? Indeed
IC:
Name: Dylan
Age: 18
RP example:
Lighting a cigarette he sits down and his table and disassembles his pistol for cleaning. He pulls down his goggles and gets to work, taking it apart piece by piece he smiles to himself as he swabs it clean. Reaching over to his tools he grabs his wrench and begins to reassembling his companion, only this time adding more and mumbling to himself. "Maybe this part here to stabilize it more. Hmm... perhaps an improved sight?" With a cackle he douses his smoke and raises his completed work to the light. Grinning wide he says to himself "This should cause some chaos", he lays back in his chair and puts the gun down on the table. He lights himself another smoke "Can't wait to test it out".
Bio:
He was raised in the refugee camps by his mother while his father was off fighting against the CoG. Growing up he learned how to scavenge and find useful materials amongst the heaps of debris. As he got older he learned to fight from the other rebels, with sword and pistol he is anxious to raise hell for the CoG. He has an affinity for guns and is eager for work but can be quick to act. Not one to avoid a fight hes been know to just jump into the action without a second thought.
accepted
re-read rules
And are licenses still 30K?
Faction areas are relatively close together. The only rails are in COG and are just for that area.
Licenses are 10k now, the OP is outdated.
Who did you pay? Once I get confirmation you did I will give you the rank.
He payed me and it was one of the first ones sold