Name: George (in-game name Doditooo)
Species: Miner
Rank: .................. (Do miners iven have ranks?)
Attitude: Chilled enough, very rarely i explode in anger but that happens only when someone takes my ,trashtalks at me or is dumber than a . I have experience in mineing but not too much.
Weapons: Mineing pick (required). Everything else (sword, bow, hoe, shovel, axe etc...) is optional.
P.S. Armor too. (Is optional)
Bio: Very big fan of MineCraft, played for about 3-4 months now, hate , a big fan of Herobrine, love , hate when he doesent update him Tumblr often. Not very much special about me. Just a plain MineCraft player. would like to participate. Anyway thats. Have a nice day.
You mis understood, Miner is a rank, Species is like humans. Also, This isn't a sever, We don't need your in-game name.
(It appears you have the rules down pretty good,even better than me actually,and have taken over most of the rules.So you are now 2nd in command of this RP,you can accept if I'm away,you can also warn people of their posts,and ban people who are trolling or ruining the game for others.)
(P.S No,I did not promote you to cover for my laziness.)
(P.P.S yes,I did promote you to cover for my laziness.)
((Hm. Yeah, I think it would be better if this RP had a bit more of an active moderator. As for rules of RPs, I would naturally have a lot of experience with them. In fact, I could say I have a lot of experience in RPing in general. I'm pretty sure people who keep an eye out on the fan arts section would realize why :tongue.gif:. So yep, I guess I could cover for you while you're away.))
(It appears you have the rules down pretty good,even better than me actually,and have taken over most of the rules.So you are now 2nd in command of this RP,you can accept if I'm away,you can also warn people of their posts,and ban people who are trolling or ruining the game for others.)
(P.S No,I did not promote you to cover for my laziness.)
(P.P.S yes,I did promote you to cover for my laziness.)
((Hm. Yeah, I think it would be better if this RP had a bit more of an active moderator. As for rules of RPs, I would naturally have a lot of experience with them. In fact, I could say I have a lot of experience in RPing in general. I'm pretty sure people who keep an eye out on the fan arts section would realize why :tongue.gif:. So yep, I guess I could cover for you while you're away.))
(Yay!people will stop sending me nasty messages when I leave for a day now!)
Name: Dirk
Species: Human (Because it seems that there aren't enough)
Rank: Lumberjack/psycopath
Attitude: Hates trees. HATES them. Seriously. Other than that, his interactions with other humans are minimal. Monsters love trees, so he holds a grudge against them too.
Weapon:(humans and dual-weilder skeletons only) Iron axe and flint and steel.
Bio: When he was just a lad, Dirk was chasing his friend through the undergrowth while playing a game of tag. With a crack that still makes him flinch today, a rotten branch fell from the tree and fell on his head, knocking him out and giving him a large bruise . His friend told the adults of the village and his family retrieved him and took care of him. With time, the bruise faded, but not the mental wound. From that day onward, Dirk refused to go near any forests, only just managing to control his fear of the village's wooden homes. As he grew older, Dirk was given more responsibility, and he found new tools for mastering his fears, the axe and the flint and steel. He become so engrossed in felling his enemies that he would often forgo the warmth and comfort of his village for a chance to destroy more of his foes. Now the land he was born in is a desolate place, without tree or leaf, and the villagers curse the day the branch fell upon Dirk. Dirk, immersed in his slaying, has come to places with more foes to be slain.
Note: To those people who know about 40k, imagine him as a witch hunter but the witches are trees. Or maybe Kahn the Betrayer with the same dislike of trees.
Name: Dirk
Species: Human (Because it seems that there aren't enough)
Rank: Lumberjack/psycopath
Attitude: Hates trees. HATES them. Seriously. Other than that, his interactions with other humans are minimal. Monsters love trees, so he holds a grudge against them too.
Weapon:(humans and dual-weilder skeletons only) Iron axe and flint and steel.
Bio: When he was just a lad, Dirk was chasing his friend through the undergrowth while playing a game of tag. With a crack that still makes him flinch today, a rotten branch fell from the tree and fell on his head, knocking him out and giving him a large bruise . His friend told the adults of the village and his family retrieved him and took care of him. With time, the bruise faded, but not the mental wound. From that day onward, Dirk refused to go near any forests, only just managing to control his fear of the village's wooden homes. As he grew older, Dirk was given more responsibility, and he found new tools for mastering his fears, the axe and the flint and steel. He become so engrossed in felling his enemies that he would often forgo the warmth and comfort of his village for a chance to destroy more of his foes. Now the land he was born in is a desolate place, without tree or leaf, and the villagers curse the day the branch fell upon Dirk. Dirk, immersed in his slaying, has come to places with more foes to be slain.
Note: To those people who know about 40k, imagine him as a witch hunter but the witches are trees. Or maybe Kahn the Betrayer with the same dislike of trees.
((Honestly, I lo'd a bit. And I don't see anything too wrong with the application, so yeah. You've been accepted.))
Name: Dirk
Species: Human (Because it seems that there aren't enough)
Rank: Lumberjack/psycopath
Attitude: Hates trees. HATES them. Seriously. Other than that, his interactions with other humans are minimal. Monsters love trees, so he holds a grudge against them too.
Weapon:(humans and dual-weilder skeletons only) Iron axe and flint and steel.
Bio: When he was just a lad, Dirk was chasing his friend through the undergrowth while playing a game of tag. With a crack that still makes him flinch today, a rotten branch fell from the tree and fell on his head, knocking him out and giving him a large bruise . His friend told the adults of the village and his family retrieved him and took care of him. With time, the bruise faded, but not the mental wound. From that day onward, Dirk refused to go near any forests, only just managing to control his fear of the village's wooden homes. As he grew older, Dirk was given more responsibility, and he found new tools for mastering his fears, the axe and the flint and steel. He become so engrossed in felling his enemies that he would often forgo the warmth and comfort of his village for a chance to destroy more of his foes. Now the land he was born in is a desolate place, without tree or leaf, and the villagers curse the day the branch fell upon Dirk. Dirk, immersed in his slaying, has come to places with more foes to be slain.
Note: To those people who know about 40k, imagine him as a witch hunter but the witches are trees. Or maybe Kahn the Betrayer with the same dislike of trees.
HAHAHA!Wish I would have been on quicker to accept you.
Name: James Becktrom
Species: Human
Rank: Miner
Attitude: Under-exaggerates and thinks he is weaker than he really is.
Weapon: My pickaxe (Stone or Iron) and a pocket knife.
Bio: Blue eyes, Blonde hair, 17 years old, and usually wears a red shirt with jeans and tennis shoes.
James comes from a small town in Kansas and whittles as a past-time. He enjoys carving and using wooden knives.
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Go ahead and help my dragon! Maybe you can get one too!
I sure know I'll click it!
Name: Eldon Westleaf
Species: Human
Rank: Hunter
Attitude: Outgoing and friendly. Loves to travel.
Weapons: Bow and arrows, Iron sword for emergencies.
Bio: Eldon is never tied down to one place, always traveling between cities and towns to trade exotic foods and goods. Although he makes a living (and a killing) as a merchant, he has proficient skill with a bow, and hunts animals for goods and sport. He is also an amateur chef, and searches far and wide for secret recipes passed down by word of mouth, as well as creating his own, like the Creeper Spiced Porkchops now popular in many cosmopolitan areas.
Despite his status as a rich merchant, he does not hire any servants and prefers to remain self-sufficient. He does act a bit rash sometimes. Now his quest for the fabled Diamond Taco Salad has led him to this land...
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" Those who craft may craft, but crafting is in itself the crafting of craft"
Nazkan saw Wade turn and sprint through the trees, leaving him and corinn with the skeleton. "Corinn, we got to get out of here, Run towards town, Me and my friends will meet you there." With that, Nazkan yelled to Lucas, "Cover us Lucas, get out of here when you think its safe." Nazkan turned and ran through the woods, cutting down zombies and skeletons like grass and hiding in under the trees when Kovath flew over head. Nazkan arrived at the gates tired and injured, but none the less alive. Two nearby guards ran up to him when they saw he was injured. "What happened?" they asked, "We saw a great fire in the forest, and then there was a great wind and the fire was pulled into the sky itself! After that there was a sound of fighting and flashes from deep within the forest! What's going on?" Nazkan replied, "There isn't much time to explain, We need to prepare the towns defenses for an attack, Alert the barracks and reinforce the walls, We don't have much time!" Nazkans serious expression alerted the guards and one ran off, Presumably to alert the rest of the town. Nazkan was left with the remaining guard.
"Hang on a minute." The guard suddenly blurted, "Have you been to this town before?"
"Once or twice......well actually, more then that."
"And is your name also Varil, Nazkan?"
"That's what most people call me."
Upon hearing this, This guard responded with a quick punch to the face, followed by a low kick, Forcing Nazkan to the ground. "Nazkan, you are under arrest, your charges are as followed, Practice of necromancy, Theft of resources, Attack against the thieves guild, Murder of the thieves guild members, and treachery." Said the guard.
"Ahhh the big five, What's the verdict?" Nazkan asked.
"You will be taken into he thieves guild custody and dealt with as they see fit!" He said, dragging Nazkan towards the large tower in the middle of town.
"Good, I've been meaning to talk to them about a certain 'Deal' we had. This will help me bypass those pesky 'guards' they have stationed there"
The guard could only reply with "You have the right to remain silent."
(Also to corinn, I can't remember your characters name, and i'm too lazy to dig through the posts to find it.)
Wade was trying to catch his breath when he heard metal being unsheathed, rusty, deteriorated metal. He saw a glimpse of a skeleton, but not the King, noting like him at all, must have been one of the King's fierce warriors This can't be the end..., Wade thought to himself, No, this is too pathetic, I've survived an onslaught from the undead, an attack from the skeleton king, and this is how I'm going to die? From one of his servants? Wade started to bring himself to his feet, but feared it was too late, but perhaps he didn't have to run...No, not today. He swung around and weakly swung his staff at the skeleton.
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Once upon a time, there was this creeper, and he met a miner while he was walki--SSSSBOOM!--never mind.....
Wade sprinted as fast as he could from the skeleton. When he was well out of reach of it, he collapsed on a tree, taking a rest for a few moments. While he was regaining his strength, he spotted a guard roughing up Nazkan, and could hear him accusing him of crimes, one of them was necromancy. Wade felt a sharp, hot pang when he heard that, he shook it away, remembering what Nazkan had told him. He hadn't proved untrustworthy in any way so far, so he decided to go help him. He pretended to be an old man, and sneaked past the walls, since no guards appeared to be on duty.
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Once upon a time, there was this creeper, and he met a miner while he was walki--SSSSBOOM!--never mind.....
((Nazkan, my name and character are both Corinn. im not very artistic with names.))
Corinn heard the calls from Nazkan and dashed to the village and saw a guard take Nazkan. i quietly followed so i was not to be noticed .
Nazkan was brought to doors of stone tower, where two guards were stationed. The guard escorting Nazkan said "Open up, we've managed to catch another one. This stupid one just walked in through the front gate!" The guard pulled Nazkan into the tower. The bottom floor of the tower contained a dark blue carpet that sat between the door and the stairs, along with several statues that lined the wall. An old man stood in the middle of the room. He was wearing a robe, also dark blue, and his once brown hair had faded to a dull grey. "Sir, what are you doing here on the bottom floor?" the guard remarked.
"I was simply going to enjoy the fresh air on a simple day like this, though it appears I am going to have to reconsider." He said in an old raspy voice. "Leave the man here and return to your post."
The guard was hesitant at first, but was assured when he remembered that Nazkan was hand-cuffed well.
"Yes Sir." The guard turned and left the tower, the heavy doors closing behind him.
As soon as the guard left the old mans posture changed. He stood up straighter and his fierce glare changed to a warm smile. "So Nazkan, what have you discovered? I doubt you could have finished our task so quickly."
Nazkan easily slipped out of the hand-cuffs, letting them drop to floor with clash. "No Arther and might I say we need to figure out an easier way to get me into this tower.People will start to get suspicious if the 'dangerous criminal' manages to escape every second week. Now anyway I didn't finish the task, some more important things came up. I'll start at the most important. Firstly, Did anyone come back carrying one of my rings?"
"A soldier did come back carrying one, the blue one I think. We placed it on the third floor so you could collect it when you came back."
Nazkan felt as if an immense weight had been lifted of his shoulders."Good, we'll talk more after I collect it, I have a lot I need to tell you.
woah...whats ... whats... heh... umm... *mumbles some words and the nether opens up goes in.a few mnutes later comes back with robotic arms attached to me*
man...I really hate when we all fight *pumps fists*
You mis understood, Miner is a rank, Species is like humans. Also, This isn't a sever, We don't need your in-game name.
Remember: cannibalism is always an option.
((Hm. Yeah, I think it would be better if this RP had a bit more of an active moderator. As for rules of RPs, I would naturally have a lot of experience with them. In fact, I could say I have a lot of experience in RPing in general. I'm pretty sure people who keep an eye out on the fan arts section would realize why :tongue.gif:. So yep, I guess I could cover for you while you're away.))
(Yay!people will stop sending me nasty messages when I leave for a day now!)
Species: Human (Because it seems that there aren't enough)
Rank: Lumberjack/psycopath
Attitude: Hates trees. HATES them. Seriously. Other than that, his interactions with other humans are minimal. Monsters love trees, so he holds a grudge against them too.
Weapon:(humans and dual-weilder skeletons only) Iron axe and flint and steel.
Bio: When he was just a lad, Dirk was chasing his friend through the undergrowth while playing a game of tag. With a crack that still makes him flinch today, a rotten branch fell from the tree and fell on his head, knocking him out and giving him a large bruise . His friend told the adults of the village and his family retrieved him and took care of him. With time, the bruise faded, but not the mental wound. From that day onward, Dirk refused to go near any forests, only just managing to control his fear of the village's wooden homes. As he grew older, Dirk was given more responsibility, and he found new tools for mastering his fears, the axe and the flint and steel. He become so engrossed in felling his enemies that he would often forgo the warmth and comfort of his village for a chance to destroy more of his foes. Now the land he was born in is a desolate place, without tree or leaf, and the villagers curse the day the branch fell upon Dirk. Dirk, immersed in his slaying, has come to places with more foes to be slain.
Note: To those people who know about 40k, imagine him as a witch hunter but the witches are trees. Or maybe Kahn the Betrayer with the same dislike of trees.
((Honestly, I lo'd a bit. And I don't see anything too wrong with the application, so yeah. You've been accepted.))
HAHAHA!Wish I would have been on quicker to accept you.
Species: Human
Rank: Miner
Attitude: Under-exaggerates and thinks he is weaker than he really is.
Weapon: My pickaxe (Stone or Iron) and a pocket knife.
Bio: Blue eyes, Blonde hair, 17 years old, and usually wears a red shirt with jeans and tennis shoes.
James comes from a small town in Kansas and whittles as a past-time. He enjoys carving and using wooden knives.
Go ahead and help my dragon! Maybe you can get one too!
I sure know I'll click it!
Species: Human
Rank: Hunter
Attitude: Outgoing and friendly. Loves to travel.
Weapons: Bow and arrows, Iron sword for emergencies.
Bio: Eldon is never tied down to one place, always traveling between cities and towns to trade exotic foods and goods. Although he makes a living (and a killing) as a merchant, he has proficient skill with a bow, and hunts animals for goods and sport. He is also an amateur chef, and searches far and wide for secret recipes passed down by word of mouth, as well as creating his own, like the Creeper Spiced Porkchops now popular in many cosmopolitan areas.
Despite his status as a rich merchant, he does not hire any servants and prefers to remain self-sufficient. He does act a bit rash sometimes. Now his quest for the fabled Diamond Taco Salad has led him to this land...
"Hang on a minute." The guard suddenly blurted, "Have you been to this town before?"
"Once or twice......well actually, more then that."
"And is your name also Varil, Nazkan?"
"That's what most people call me."
Upon hearing this, This guard responded with a quick punch to the face, followed by a low kick, Forcing Nazkan to the ground. "Nazkan, you are under arrest, your charges are as followed, Practice of necromancy, Theft of resources, Attack against the thieves guild, Murder of the thieves guild members, and treachery." Said the guard.
"Ahhh the big five, What's the verdict?" Nazkan asked.
"You will be taken into he thieves guild custody and dealt with as they see fit!" He said, dragging Nazkan towards the large tower in the middle of town.
"Good, I've been meaning to talk to them about a certain 'Deal' we had. This will help me bypass those pesky 'guards' they have stationed there"
The guard could only reply with "You have the right to remain silent."
(Also to corinn, I can't remember your characters name, and i'm too lazy to dig through the posts to find it.)
Corinn heard the calls from Nazkan and dashed to the village and saw a guard take Nazkan. i quietly followed so i was not to be noticed .
"I was simply going to enjoy the fresh air on a simple day like this, though it appears I am going to have to reconsider." He said in an old raspy voice. "Leave the man here and return to your post."
The guard was hesitant at first, but was assured when he remembered that Nazkan was hand-cuffed well.
"Yes Sir." The guard turned and left the tower, the heavy doors closing behind him.
As soon as the guard left the old mans posture changed. He stood up straighter and his fierce glare changed to a warm smile. "So Nazkan, what have you discovered? I doubt you could have finished our task so quickly."
Nazkan easily slipped out of the hand-cuffs, letting them drop to floor with clash. "No Arther and might I say we need to figure out an easier way to get me into this tower.People will start to get suspicious if the 'dangerous criminal' manages to escape every second week. Now anyway I didn't finish the task, some more important things came up. I'll start at the most important. Firstly, Did anyone come back carrying one of my rings?"
"A soldier did come back carrying one, the blue one I think. We placed it on the third floor so you could collect it when you came back."
Nazkan felt as if an immense weight had been lifted of his shoulders."Good, we'll talk more after I collect it, I have a lot I need to tell you.
Species:Creeper
Rank:Prince
Attitude:Happy and Energetic and kind of emo
Weapon: N/A
Bio: Wishes to have peace with the humans
woah...whats ... whats... heh... umm... *mumbles some words and the nether opens up goes in.a few mnutes later comes back with robotic arms attached to me*
man...I really hate when we all fight *pumps fists*