Hey, I'm thinking I may donate to the server when I get my next paycheck. How do you guys know who donates what? Forgive me for being a nublet. Also, and this may seem like an idiotic question, but I want to be sure. I am planning on donating $100+. Do I need to donate that only once, or be a repeat donor to obtain the privileges noted on the first page? (Its not often I get a paycheck that large).
Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name:werty894 How old are you?19 Gender?:Male Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a group sot of guy. I work together with other people to achieve a common goal. I cant lead however, but I dont like to take orders ether Why you would be a good addition to the server:I can Rp like a boss, and am great at creating RP-y buildings, and small villages Describe yourself in one word:Nails How much time could you be on the server weekly?:About 1-2 hours ever day, more on weekends and holidays What do you know about roleplaying?:I know its not just ********, and you have to take it seriously. I know that a good char will pay off, but one to complex wont be good. Last thing is, If your roleplaying, roleplay. Dont just stop What do you expect this server will be like?:A epic combination of survival, rp and amazing landscape What is your past roleplaying experience?:Ive roleplayed on and off on various other games, rp forums, and other stuff for the last 5 years, so I know my stuff, even though I may be a bit rusty What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?Pewcraft, and thing had been getting boring, so I left How long have you played minecraft?:Since pre-alpha Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ):Not banned yet. Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:Yes, to all 3 questions. What is a slime called on the server?[Unknown] Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest )NO! Why would you ask that? Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):Because this seems like a awsome server to play on, and I realy like to serious RP
In-Character: Character Name:Jaxon Young Background / Who are you?:I was once a happy guy. Living in my small village of friends, with my father, I became a skilled bowman. Learning to read and write from a old woman who had been frozen through the war, and becoming a master bowman from my pa, I had a fine life, as fine as it could get in the Apocalypse. Then one day, disaster struck. I was just harvesting wood in the forest, so we could get a new storage building build. I started walking back, not a bad thought on my mind. Then, I heard the screaming. I sprinted full tilt towards the village, but never made it. I climbed a tree to watch what was happening. It was chaos. Raiders where burning everything, Fuelbots exploding all over the place, and bloody, torn people barely alive. I fell asleep in the tree at night, knowing that there would be no survivors. When day broke, I walked into the village. The whole place was a giant flaming crater, and I had to scavenge some supples. The only thing that I had was my bow, and the axe I was using
to chop trees down. I managed to find some materials, gears and even a few batteries that the raiders had not stolen. I then ventured out into the wilderness, looking for the nearest town. I eventually found a town with roads to other towns, and discovered my ability as a trader. I managed to get some basic supplies by trading my gears and batteries, and started wandering around, trading, mining, and surviving as necessary. Years passed. I grew up, and started to arrange a business. Hiring trustworthy people, trading, making a network of routes. Then disaster struck. My caravans started to dissaper of the face of the earth. Rumors connected this to the Neter portals, and I was sacred, but forced to continue. Less and less caravans reached there destinations. I was forced to give up and go bankrupt. I lost all my money, and all my stuff. Then One day, walking down a rain splattered street, I got mugged, and lost all my remaining possessions. This is where I am now..... Character Family:His mother died giving birth to him, and his father was lost in raid on a small town he grew up in. He may be still alive, and Jaxon clings to this. Character Age:?24 Character Appearance:?A young man with a old suit and hat, always puffing on a cigar Character Personality:?Sharp and to the point, he can always make a good deal, and may seem to have a Iron outside, but has a soft spot in his heart Occupation:A wandering trader Can your character read or write?Yes, he can read and write, using this to arrange deals from far away Can your character mine?He can mine well enough to gather some ores when he needs them Can your character build?Not very well, his houses usually look like small shacks, but he keeps working on it and it turns nice Can your character fight?He can not wield a sword, however he is a expert bowman Can you make tools?:Basic tools up to iron are within his reach Can you farm?:No, he cannot farm, ether purchasing or trading for bread, and killing pigs with his bow for food Any special skills?Due to the fact that he wanders by his own, and often get stuck outside after dark, he has learned to run, and run well. He can jump farther and run faster away from enemy's, and this has saved his life several times Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:Whenever he is faced by overwhelming odds, he instantly breaks down, and cannot move or do anything. As long as there is a way out, he will continue Character Fears:He fears the most Securo-Drones, for he lost his left pinkey to them once when they attacked a home he was staying at Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:One day, I was going to a contact in his shack down a road, when I found a torn, bleeding man on the road. He was dead, and when I saw him, I felt a deep sucking at my heart. All this time, this mans life had been fine. Then, he had died here at this road, possibly laying here for hours. This was a well traveled road, and no one had stopped to help him. I shed a single tear for the man, the started to dig a hole with my shovel. Upon completion, I put the man into it, and planted a flower, and put down a sing. "Here lies a man, done before his time, by cruel injustice"
(tl;dr He feels great pain to cruelty, ignorance, and not helping those with more trouble than you) A screenshot / description of your skin:http://min.us/mvfRT8#1 is a screenshot Other Information:"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart." I really hope that I will be accepted, for this is a awesome server
[b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]chamcham
[b]How old are you?[/b]11
[b]Gender?:[/b]male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]central standard time/USA
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]i like calm fuzzy things. I am disturbed
around repetitive swearing. i love minecraft.[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b]gamer
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]6 at least
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b] i know a bunch, but i'm not nearly perfect at RP.
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]Hard and fun.
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]playing midievil
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b] HHminecraft and Empirecraft, but i left neater of them
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]since alpha
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ):[/b]i have not.
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b] yes
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b] [unknown]
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest )[/b] Ew, no. lol, thats just disgusting
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]because this server is just plain awesome!
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]aron sar
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]a loner from his home town, looking for other survivors in the world
[b]Character Family:[/b]he has no family, he is the only one left from his city.
[b]Character Age:?17
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] nobody can tell
[b]Character Personality:?[/b]happy around other survivors, and panics when he sees a mutant.
[b]Occupation:[/b]has no occupation at the moment.
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b]he can read and write.
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]yes
[b]Can your character build?[/b]yes
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]barely, needs to learn how
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b]no
[b]Can you farm?:[/b]no
[b]Any special skills?[/b]dog socialization.
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b]nothing he knows about.
[b]Character Fears:[/b]mutants under his bed every night.
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] when another town/city he is in is attacked and destroyed, feeling horrible as if its his fault the city didn't survive
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b] http://img269.imageshack.us/i/minecraftskinpicture.jpg/
[b]Other Information:[/b]loves docile animals.
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart.
please PM me if i get accepted :smile.gif:
EDITED: question on slimes, my personality, and my occupation. please tell me if anything is wrong, and how i can fix it.
Hey, I'm thinking I may donate to the server when I get my next paycheck. How do you guys know who donates what? Forgive me for being a nublet. Also, and this may seem like an idiotic question, but I want to be sure. I am planning on donating $100+. Do I need to donate that only once, or be a repeat donor to obtain the privileges noted on the first page? (Its not often I get a paycheck that large).
Only once.
As we discussed, me and Dangi will jizz everywhere if you donate $100+.
[b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]
TheCrackerJack
[b]How old are you?[/b]
16
[b]Gender?:[/b]
Male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]
USA, EST
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]
An avid roleplayer, I play on a variety of roleplaying servers, along with playing fun RP-able games like Oblivion and Morrowind. Minecraft is the **** too, and I'm also a sophmore at highschool.
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]
I'm a great roleplayer, often filling roles that people may find negligible, experiment with the Roleplayer
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b]
Booyah!
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]
Quite a bit, but it depends on the quality of the roleplaying. If the server has good RP and lots of action that makes an RP server good, I could devote around 2-3 hours on weekdays, and around 5 hours on weekends.
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b]
OOC (out of character), IC (in character), powergaming (abusing the RP to your advantage), metagaming(using OOC info IC), all the defintions. A good role play requires people not to be self-sufficient (have all the abilities) and also needs a variety of different types of characters. Also, fitting the mood of the server is CRUCIAL, having people who are super happy and love their life in a "Ruined World" is just poor Roleplay
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]
Chaotic, but with solid roleplay. Hopefully it'll be a blast.
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]
As mentioned before, I've played on a ton of other roleplay servers, CIVRP, Empirecraft, Mel-Lenxia, and other smaller ones. I maintain good RP (as so I've been told), and even have ruled over some people who play on this server (UncleBlam, Jonny, Shakey, hopefully you guys give me a good recommendation)
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b]
I've played on the above servers, and I haven't necessarily left them, but some of the servers just had **** roleplay where everyone could do their own stuff and everyone was having OOC chats in IC. some of those servers ended up being just lame.
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]
Got minecraft first day of beta
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to( Be Honest ):[/b]
Once, cousin was playing and he attacked a peasant, killed someone before I could stop him
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b]
Yes, they seem good and fair.
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b][Unknown], just a living nuclear waste creature
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet?[/b] Nope.avi
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]
I've seen friends give raving reviews of this server, and as an avid RP'er I really want to be a part of what looks to be a unique and great RP server.
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
AD-AB
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]
AD-AB is a prototype "customizable" robot created by the PROA in late 2038. With the world in relative chaos and destruction, money reserves incredibly low, Russian scientists were forced to pour all their research into a "do-all" type robot, one that could be customized to do nearly everything. AD-AB was the first functioning model, with only two of its kind created, one remaining dormant and never activated. AD-AB was the robot which was activated, and promptly put into series of test. His mainframe was designed, that, if he took a series of power cells, batteries, and gears, his abilities would be customized and enhanced. This was a much cheaper solution than creating a separate line of robots for para trooping, and other line for handling nuclear threats, etc. AD-AB was never fully customized though, as the time of the great EMP was only a year later, and the scientist who created him largely abandoned the project by then. They knew that the PROA only had so long, and that spending times in R&D to create new prototypes would be a waste of time. AD-AB was promptly put back into basic dormancy mode, and after the great EMP, it took him 150 years to reawaken, due to a set timer placed by one of the scientists, worried that his creation will remain asleep forever. Said scientist (Dmitri Mendelev was his name) also disarmed a good deal of AD-AB's military functions, as having a walking nuclear super soldier in the wasteland, well could be easily exploitable. Dmitri also implement a "master" program into AD-AB, so that he would not find himself with free will and he'd work under a master, though a current sequence of power cells and batteries into select memory nodes could activate AD's basic emotions. During a catastrophic earthquake, 150 years after being put into dormancy mode, the protective shell AD was put into cracked, and AD went "online" again. As AD-AB's sensors and nodes began to wire and click, he stumbled out of his protective shell, into a collapsed and ruined world that he never got to explore. AD-AB managed to survive off the wastes fairly well, although unlike a normal human, AD-AB needed a supply of power cells to keep going, and even needed natural proteins and H2O to sustain his reptile nodes. However, one day, AD-AB could not retrieve enough power cells to sustain his memory or function sensors, leaving him in a state of near-perpetual comatose. He lacked emotions, so all he could do was repeat the phrase "power cell levels....low, aid requested", as he was instructed to. He managed to fuel his reptile nodes through a semi-hibernation, and fortunately for him, most Mutants and Raiders largely ignored him, assuming him to be a scrap robot. Six years went by, before an explorer by the name of Locke Goldeheart took notice of a AD-AB's and his constant refrains of "power cell levels...low, aid requested", and just happened to have an extra power cell on him. Locke, a tinkerer and explorer by nature, managed to input power cells into AD-AB before he ran out of power for his reptile node, and "died". Locke managed to activate AD-AB's master program, which set it so that AD-AB would serve under a master that showed promise (under Dmitri's logarithms which were generally faulty of determining "faultiness" in humans). Locke, naturally showed promise, and AD-AB served under him for sixteen years. Those sixteen years were some of the most interesting for AD-AB, not only did Locke discover his expandable memory banks, he used them to upgrade some of AD-AB's skill, nearly granting him free will, though Locke decided against it in fear of another Robot Revolution. Locke had discovered a lot of AD-AB's quirks, and attempting to teach him as much of human life as possible, without giving him proper free will. He hoped that AD-AB could become a "champion of justice", but programming a logarithm of determining "justice" was extremely difficult, even for a man such as Goldeheart. Locke and AD-AB would often explore ruins of large cities in facilities, AD-AB being the 8 foot pure hunk of brawn of the group, while Locke was the more rational and brains of the group. They often found stores of rare loot, some used to fuel AD-AB's huge metabolism of batteries, gears, and powercells, while some used to sell. However, while exploring a ruined city, AD-AB's hostile sensor went off unexpectedly, blaring the Soviet Anthem through his main frame. Locke was used to this, as AD was programmed by the PROA to play the Soviet Anthem in hopes of raising moral during a battle, but his sensor went off to a mere mouse scurrying by. Mutants, all crawling throughout the city, heard this loud resounding hymn and came racing towards it. Dozens of mutants descended towards Locke and AD-AB, and Locke soon realized that if they fought the Mutants, they would be goners. Locke tossed AD-AB a hunk of plastic C4, and commanded him to attach it to his back. AD-AB was forced to do so, then Locke told him to sprint towards the mutants. AD-AB did, and as the mutants pounced on him, hoping to destroy his metal exterior to access his reptile node loaded with proteins, Locke fled. As AD-AB was surrounded by the putrid and revolting mutants, clawing and destroying his exterior, a BOOM resounded. Locke had run far from the ruins, and tearfully set the C4 detonator to blow. All of the mutants had died, but AD-AB was in critical condition. He had lost many of his sensor nodes and modules, removing him a lot of his former abilities. His speech was restricted to mere clicks and whistles, while the damage on did its toll to his memory banks and other crucial pieces of technology. AD-AB immediately entered a hibernation mode, where his mammal and reptile nodes began repairing as much as they could while he powered off. It took 2 years for AD-AB to exit his comatose, and by then it was the year 2212. AD-AB slowly walked out of the ruins, and wandered his "Ruined World", in hopes of finding a master who could take care of him
[b]Character Family:[/b] Only family would be creators, who would be long dead
[b]Character Age: No "aging", since its a robot, but since "created" in 2038, so approximately 174 years old.
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] 8 foot tall, full iron metal, menacing face mask, rusted. A giant robot who was been either dormant or fighting for the past 174 years, and it shows on his plates
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] Static, unmoving. AD-AB has no proper emotions, and cannot even talk. He only follows orders and without sufficient restoration to his memory banks, will not question them.
[b]Occupation:[/b] Robot
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b] Nope, damage to memory banks removed his ability to read and write English. He can still interpret Russian, but has no way of communicating it
[b]Can your character mine?[/b] To an extent, damage to his reptile nodes have made it so AD-AB's mining skills are ineffective. He can only mine power cells and gears
[b]Can your character build?[/b] No
[b]Can your character fight?[/b] Despite Dmitris attempts at weakening his combat abilities, AD-AB was designed to be a fighting robot, and is so. He is a 8 foot tall fighting machine and body guard, difficult to defeat.
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b] Yes, one of AD-AB's special abilities is he is a master of the PIA
[b]Can you farm?:[/b] Not really, though he could farm when he was with Goldeheart due to enhancements, it was only the C4 detonation that removed that ability. A sufficient supply of gears and batteries in the correct nodes should restore his ability.
[b]Any special skills?[/b] As a robot, he posses superhuman strength, and is generally waterproof as well. When experimented or tinkered with an engineer or someone who understands batteries and power cells well, he can get certain abilities upgraded. For example, someone who understands AD-AB's mainframe could potentially restore his speech banks with the sufficient supplies. It won't be cheap though, AD-AB takes up a lot of energy and supplies to enhance.
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b] As a Robot, he takes up a LOT of supplies to sustain. He requires a combination of water, robofuel (must be poured carefully or else it could destroy him), power cells, and proteins to function, rather than humans, which only need water and proteins. He also cannot talk, or have emotions due to damages to his sensory nodes. Instead he communicates through whirs, clicks, and other robotic noises.
[b]Character Fears:[/b] No real emotions, so no real fears. He is "frustrated" when he loses a master, as programmed by Mendelev
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b]
*whiiiiir* *click click*....(Soviet Anthem playing). AD-AB had stumbled across a group of mutants, who could smell his protein and water based reptile node from far away. AD-AB began to blare his signature anthem, a response to hostile creatures, in hopes of raising moral of his comrades along with warning them of danger. He took out a sword, super charged with battery, and began to chop at the mutants. AD-AB's superhuman strength made quick work of two of the mutants, though one managed to sneak past his heat scanners to chomp at the pressure plates in his heel. He attempted to access his sound banks to announce through his speakers "Warning! Warning! AD-AB mainframe damaged!", but the damage from his sound backs resounded with some clicks and whistles. He stomped the mutants head, leaving a bloody, pulpy mess. The remaining two mutants snarled, unsure whether to attempt to take on such a behemoth of cold steel. AD-AB made the first move on the two, but the damage from the Mutant along with rust in his pressure plates, caused him to trip and fall. He could barely get up before the mutants pounced on him, attempting to crack his iron and steel exterior in hopes of feasting on his delicious reptile node. AD-AB kicked them off, then hacked at both of them, decimating them in seconds flat. Then, he took a power cell out of his storage compartment, and placed it into his right heel. He rested while the power cell pulsated in his heel, provided fuel for his reptile and mammal nodes to restore some of the damage. Then, after most of the damage was gone, he began making clicking and beeping noises, and went on his way, scouring the wastelands for worthy master.
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b] Its this rusted fallout paladin armor, that I found that really looks like a giant 8 foot robot. It's in the minecraft skindex called "Brotherhood of Steel Palladin" by Studnicky
[b]Other Information:[/b]: This is my third time applying, hopefully thirds the charm. I really hope to be playing an obedient giant behemoth upgradeable robot character. I got some inspiration from ED-E from fallout.
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: JordanB2k10 How old are you?: 16 Gender?: Male: Time-Zone/Counrty of Residence: Central time. England Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Hmm, well, My names Jordan, Im currently in college, since in the UK you go at 16. doing an IT course, because I spend way to much time on the computer which is good for me, Thats pretty much all I have to say, unless questions are asked.: Why you would be a good addition to the server: Because Im a huge fan of Fallout, Borderlands, and I guess enough usage of these games would obviously be good, it'd motivate me to make some epic destroyed structures, i.e. power centre or something.: : How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Hmm, probly about 3 hours a day, 3 * 7. probly about 21 hours What do you know about roleplaying?:Don't be a douche, be realistic What do you expect this server will be like?:I kinda expect it to be abandonded, and then you see people every now and then, i have a freind on this server, Yenyang, and i'll probly stick with him What is your past roleplaying experience?: Garrys mod and this Medival server where there is wars. What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?: I can't remember, its like Theerezole, and I havn't let, I just don't play that much, mainly due to the people. How long have you played minecraft?:Since early alpha, can't think when, pretty much when it was all buggy. Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): I've been banned from a server mainly because I started an arguement with the owner of the server and he put TNT in my castle, and then i went apeshit at him because he just denied it to my face. Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:Yep, perfect :smile.gif: What is a slime called on the server?: slime? (it says unknown...) Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ): Its been 10 years without this coming up! eer.. no obviously (why the hell is this a question o.o?) Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): because I love fallout, and games like it, and would love to play on this server
In-Character: Character Name: Jake Alabaster Background / Who are you?: I was born to into a farming family, for sixteen years I worked on my families farm. that was until a band of raiders came and burned it to the ground. I had been trading our grain harvest with a nearby village, when I returned I found my mother and father slaughtered, and carved as if they had been eaten by beasts. I grabbed what little I had and fled hoping to one day catch the murdering filth, and kill them once and for all. Character Family: None, (Deceased Mother and Father) Character Age:? 22 Character Appearance:? Muscular, with large green eyes, brown hair, and dark tan. Character Personality:? Violent at times, but mostly a good person. Good to have in a fight, not so good in a chat. Occupation: Farmer,Miner, you name it. Can your character read or write? Slowly, and nearly legibly Can your character mine? Anything involving heavy lifting he can do. Can your character build? Yes Can your character fight? He can hold his own in a fight Can you make tools?: Poorly, Can you farm?: Well he is the son of a farmer.. I would hope so Any special skills? Good with animal products, (leather, wool ect) Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: If you count rage issues, Will stalk raiders, and attack them if seen. Character Fears: Vampires. Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: On a venture from Camp Clarendon to a town people called, Canaan, It was said to have food, clean water and everything, 20kg backpack on my back, holding everything I own. Nobody beside me and a single flask of semi-clean water. I stopped by an an abandoned barn, as I lay my head to sleep, I heard the mutterings of raiders outside, My desire to kill at this point was intense, I had to do it, I had to get some kind of revenge for my family. I ran out with my trusty Bow, and my Dog Nelson. Shots first, then howling, then silence, 4 raiders lying dead, and my dog lying there in a pool of blood, I hoped it wasn't his, "Nelson, cmon boy, don't joke around", 3 days I stayed there, hoping for his revival, or even a passer by to know what to do, I had to walk away, with a peice of me missing. A screenshot / description of your skin:
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
ALRIGHT! time to try once more :biggrin.gif: [b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]Paulgt
[b]How old are you?[/b]13 (mature)
[b]Gender?:[/b]male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]Eastern US
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]I'm a nice, rule following, energatic boy. I enjoy baseball, skateboarding and MINECRAFT!@#!
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]I have previous roleplaying expierience and would help those in need
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b] Awsum
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]3 hrs a day (i has no life)
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b]I have finished an entire chapter of a rp server
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]Exciting, fun, kinda scary
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]I rped on The lost (dan was on that server, u is mai witness)
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b]The Lost-i left because the chapter was over
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]since alpha
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ):[/b]Nope!
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b]Yesiree!
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b]Unknown
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest )[/b]...uhhhhh If I answer truthfully do I get a cookie?
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]I need a good whitelist server and i enjoyed my last rp so much i want my next server to be a rp
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]Pernix
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]Pernix is a boy who grew up in a rundown house, poorly kept, and raised without education. His family used him as free labor, showing no love to him. He would take walks around town, seeing all the people growing up either pampered or just like him. The more he grew, the more he hated his family until one day he finally left his home, never to return.
He ran for 5 years, going town to town, either not getting a job or not being liked he'd leave every town. At age 18 he was completely out of money and was facing starvation. He saw a poster about re-taking europe and thought "I...I could do that!" and in 1 month he was conscripted and shipped off to europe in a boat of people suprisingly like him. He arrived at Europe, not seeing what the posters described as rustbuckets attempting to control a continent, but massive, killing machines programed to tear him to bits. Europe was the scariest time of his life, and it wouldn't get any better later on. He fought in Europe for 3 years, frequently going near to death every week, pissing himself every 5 minutes, and being completely freaked out...non stop... The men he was with...their numbers were thinning rapidly and no reinforcements were arriving. He finally decided to desert and hopped on one of the dead platoons boats. With 3 other men they drove their ship through the radioactive waters of the atlantic. It was literally the best time in his life because for once he could look forward to somthing: making it home alive. There was no sense of forboding he had, no fear, no danger. They had a perfectly fine ride.
But, when he finally arrived back at America, what he saw wasn't what he thought he'd see. More people on the streets than ever, random fights breaking up, no form of government, death everywhere. He suddenly grew so afraid he hid in an ally for 3 days, not leaving the spot...until a man found him. This man taught him many of the life skills he missed out on, and taught pernix to be brave, and stand up to those who opposed him.
One morning pernix woke up, hoping to learn more to find that his master had been stabbed In his bed. Pernix mourned for a day and then sucked it up, remembering what his master had taught him. Pernix moved on from that city and looked for a better life. He got a job as a guard in another city and made a bit of money. but his house...it was overrun by robots and he barely escaped the city for his life. He now is in the middle of nowhere, lost and alone.
[b]Character Family:[/b]mother and father
[b]Character Age:28
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] Hardened from his years of fighting, but a hint of fear and sadness in his eyes
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] He's a nice man, knowing that he would never treat others the way his parents treated him. He is scared almost always but he can channel that to anger, which he can use to make him stronger
[b]Occupation:[/b] Fighter
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b]no
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]no
[b]Can your character build?[/b]no
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]yes
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b] only a few...
[b]Can you farm?:[/b] no
[b]Any special skills?[/b] none
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b] He'll sometimes get so afraid, he'll drop out of civilization for a few days
[b]Character Fears:[/b] Those stronger than him, otherwise he isn't that scared-but there are so many things stronger than him out there...
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] WHY M-uuurgggg, get me some anti-anti-anti (spits out blood) antibiotics dude! ...freaking ow! rap my wound up! I don't wanna die today...I-I've come this far! Don't let me die guys! AUGHHH! those antibiotics make the pain WORSE RETARD! get me somthing to EASE the pain! dammit these guys are (grunts) idiots!
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b]Its a black soldier suit, battered and worn
[b]Other Information:[/b] [[Write this at the end of your application: "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."]]
Alright what i did: heart in, crap out. hope i get accepted
Denied
alright, here we go. Tell me what i did wrong this time
ALRIGHT! time to try once more :biggrin.gif: [b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]Paulgt
[b]How old are you?[/b]13 (mature)
[b]Gender?:[/b]male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]Eastern US
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]I'm a nice, rule following, energatic boy. I enjoy baseball, skateboarding and MINECRAFT!@#!
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]I have previous roleplaying expierience and would help those in need
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b] Awsum
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]3 hrs a day (i has no life)
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b]I have finished an entire chapter of a rp server
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]Exciting, fun, kinda scary
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]I rped on The lost (dan was on that server, u is mai witness)
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b]The Lost-i left because the chapter was over
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]since alpha
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ):[/b]Nope!
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b]Yesiree!
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b]Unknown
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest )[/b]...uhhhhh If I answer truthfully do I get a cookie?
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]I need a good whitelist server and i enjoyed my last rp so much i want my next server to be a rp
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]Pernix
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]Pernix is a boy who grew up in a rundown house, poorly kept, and raised without education. His family used him as free labor, showing no love to him. He would take walks around town, seeing all the people growing up either pampered or just like him. The more he grew, the more he hated his family until one day he finally left his home, never to return.
He ran for 5 years, going town to town, either not getting a job or not being liked he'd leave every town. At age 18 he was completely out of money and was facing starvation. He saw a poster about re-taking europe and thought "I...I could do that!" and in 1 month he was conscripted and shipped off to europe in a boat of people suprisingly like him. He arrived at Europe, not seeing what the posters described as rustbuckets attempting to control a continent, but massive, killing machines programed to tear him to bits. Europe was the scariest time of his life, and it wouldn't get any better later on. He fought in Europe for 3 years, frequently going near to death every week, pissing himself every 5 minutes, and being completely freaked out...non stop... The men he was with...their numbers were thinning rapidly and no reinforcements were arriving. He finally decided to desert and hopped on one of the dead platoons boats. With 3 other men they drove their ship through the radioactive waters of the atlantic. It was literally the best time in his life because for once he could look forward to somthing: making it home alive. There was no sense of forboding he had, no fear, no danger. They had a perfectly fine ride.
But, when he finally arrived back at America, what he saw wasn't what he thought he'd see. More people on the streets than ever, random fights breaking up, no form of government, death everywhere. He suddenly grew so afraid he hid in an ally for 3 days, not leaving the spot...until a man found him. This man taught him many of the life skills he missed out on, and taught pernix to be brave, and stand up to those who opposed him.
One morning pernix woke up, hoping to learn more to find that his master had been stabbed In his bed. Pernix mourned for a day and then sucked it up, remembering what his master had taught him. Pernix moved on from that city and looked for a better life. He got a job as a guard in another city and made a bit of money. but his house...it was overrun by robots and he barely escaped the city for his life. He now is in the middle of nowhere, lost and alone.
[b]Character Family:[/b]mother and father
[b]Character Age:28
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] Hardened from his years of fighting, but a hint of fear and sadness in his eyes
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] He's a nice man, knowing that he would never treat others the way his parents treated him. He is scared almost always but he can channel that to anger, which he can use to make him stronger
[b]Occupation:[/b] Fighter
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b]no
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]no
[b]Can your character build?[/b]no
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]yes
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b] only a few...
[b]Can you farm?:[/b] no
[b]Any special skills?[/b] none
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b] He'll sometimes get so afraid, he'll drop out of civilization for a few days
[b]Character Fears:[/b] Those stronger than him, otherwise he isn't that scared-but there are so many things stronger than him out there...
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] WHY M-uuurgggg, get me some anti-anti-anti (spits out blood) antibiotics dude! ...freaking ow! rap my wound up! I don't wanna die today...I-I've come this far! Don't let me die guys! AUGHHH! those antibiotics make the pain WORSE RETARD! get me somthing to EASE the pain! dammit these guys are (grunts) idiots!
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b]Its a black soldier suit, battered and worn
[b]Other Information:[/b] [[Write this at the end of your application: "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."]]
Alright what i did: heart in, crap out. hope i get accepted
Denied
alright, here we go. Tell me what i did wrong this time
Put more into your RP WHEN IN PAIN!
And answer the damn question: Have you had a sexual intercourse with an pet?
Hey, I'm thinking I may donate to the server when I get my next paycheck. How do you guys know who donates what? Forgive me for being a nublet. Also, and this may seem like an idiotic question, but I want to be sure. I am planning on donating $100+. Do I need to donate that only once, or be a repeat donor to obtain the privileges noted on the first page? (Its not often I get a paycheck that large).
Only once.
Alright, thanks. Also
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Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: The Hunter. Username thehunter0396
How old are you? 15 years of age
Gender?: Male
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -5:00 Eastern standard time, US and Canada. I live in Central
Florida.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I can joke around at times, but am serious when necessary.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I can rp very well. I've been on a few CBT servers, I'm not an OMGLOLGOLDICANHAZPLOX?! noob. I know my ****. I will contribute to the server as best I can. And will always keep the rp serious and in some cases even bleak, due to the nature of the situation. You will never see me whine or complain about any unfortunate circumstances, and if you ever hear me call a slime anything other than an unknown, living, nuclear waste creature, my only request is that you smack me over the head with an oar.
Describe yourself in one word: Abnormal
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Weekly? Around 8-10 hours if not more, due to school. But once summer starts, those hours will show a tremendous increase. I also have to devote a few hours to adminship of an xfire community as well. 169 people to watch over. If I don't show my face around there sometimes, some form of trouble will no doubt start within the community. In short, I will be devoting as much time as I possibly can to this server.
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know its serious business. There is a situation going on on that server that is completely different from what we may experience in our day-to-day lives, and it is important that our actions and reactions reflect on that situation accurately. You will NOT see me making a mockery of this server. When I'm in rp mode, I'm in character. And when I'm in character, its serious business...
What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it will be much like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Old run-down townships, small bands of survivors struggling against the hazards of their environment just to make it to the next dawn... A truly amazing rp.
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Again, CBT servers as well as some multiplayer roleplay servers held by racingcat with only him, myself, and halo CE mapper tiamat on the server. I am working with tiamat on the future youtube series "The creeper is a spy", and I have roleplayed with him before. Believe me, we are both very strict in our roleplays, although there is room for joking here and there depending on the morale of the group.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? Qwahchees Closed Beta Testing rp server. I didn't leave it for no reason, the town was destroyed... Again... All that hard work... 12+ hours just on my house... A true shame. But oh well, it happens. I might visit once and awhile if the server goes online again. Its currently off while Qwahchees gets some work done.
How long have you played minecraft?: Since around December. Perhaps in months before. If the question is "Do you have experience in minecraft, are you mature enough for this server, and can we trust you not to muck things up?" Then the answer is indeed yes. That would be a definite yes.
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to( Be Honest ): No, and I don't plan to on your server either. I am a very patient and understanding person. I don't get in fights with people, and I always act mature and with good composure on the servers. This is an rp. It cannot be mucked up with our trivial human problems.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yes, I read the entire page, as expected. I agree with everything, they seem decent rules given the situation.
What is a slime called on the server? It is an unknown, living, nuclear waste creature.
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? No, of course not.
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I like the idea of a post-apocalyptic rp server. First thing, I plan to stick with a small group of survivors and traverse the wasteland in search of other survivors and supplies. Simply put, this idea is win. I want to be a part of this server. End of story. If it takes 50 applications, I'll do it. But I just love this idea too much not to be a part of it.
In-Character:
Character Name: James A. Bluefield
Background / Who are you?: I am James Bluefield. I was once a scientist working to find a cure for radiation poisoning. I was also working with Xow and Xig cell cultures in an attempt to isolate the original species' DNA with the prospect of recreating the original Cow and Pig species, creating the possibility of more healthy meats, milk, and leather. I was born on a small farm near the foothills. Growing up, I learned many skills, such as how to construct various structures and farm various crops, but my heart was never in it. At the age of 14, my father was killed by raiders while gathering firewood. We found him next to an old log after searching the next morning, when he didn't come home. As soon as I was old enough to be out of that place, I got a job as a scientist at a research facility miles from home. The Facility was one of the last remnants of the days before the robots. It sat on top of a cache of minerals and was located near other useful resources as well. A stockpile of batteries was found inside one of the storage rooms. An ideal place to perform the research and experiments needed to improve the quality of life in the wasteland.The hours were good, and the pay better, so I stuck with it. During my time working here, my mother died of radiation poisoning. I would never leave my hazmat suit again, for fear of meeting the same fate. However, one of my later tasks caused an accident... We were researching cross-dimensional travel. To the land of the nether, where we had sent scanning drones numerous times. We had previously believed humans could not survive in this environment, however readings received from a scanning drone showed us possibilities of entering a less temperate region of the nether, where we could set up a research station. It was the day we would send a researcher through the portal with protective gear. Liam Richmond would be the first human to ever enter the netherworld. We had made all the necessary preparations to send him in. I, as the scientist who found the necessary methods to build a portal capable of sending a human to the nether without interrupting any organic processes, shook his hand personally. Everything was in order. It all should have gone so smoothly. No one was there to document the occasion, so I just went up to my locker to get my camera (I figured I could take a few pictures smuggling the camera in a pocket of my hazmat suit). I was only gone 5 minutes. I had made it about halfway down the first flight of stairs when I heard the rumblings and heard the screams. The whole building felt like it was about to crumble. I ran back up the stairs and out the main doors at full speed, collapsing, out of breath, in the middle of the staff parking lot. I turned my head to see a hole torn out of thin air. The maw widened, and I felt everything around me being sucked towards it with tremendous force.The concrete around me began to crumble away. I gripped a grid of rebar for dear life, and could only watch in horror as chunks of concrete around me began to fly into the void. A few moments later, cracks began forming in the asphalt. They grew larger and closer. This went on for minutes until eventually, there was a great ripping feeling from below. The entire research facility along with its foundation were torn from the earth and sucked into the void. The rip began to contract, and as it closed, a shockwave of tremendous force rippled through the air, sending me tumbling into a nearby fence. I blacked out. I regained my consciousness what must have been several hours later. Looking down, I saw a vast crater. The portal had sucked in the entire research facility. Nothing was left, save the parking lot and parts of the steps leading up to the main entrance. To this day I do not know what happened down there. Did part of the machine fail? What sort of glitch in my system could have caused this? I pulled myself together and began to hobble west. Towards the only township in the area. They were the only people that knew about the facility, they must have been where the rumors came from. The rumors about the research station that was sucked into the nether and never came back. I myself swore I would never speak of the incident again. My friends... What must have happened to them down there... I now wander the wasteland in search of other survivors and civilizations that could use my skills to survive.
Character Family: Father was killed by raiders in the forest when gathering firewood one winter. Mother was died of radiation poisoning after being caught in the fields during an Apocastorm. One living sibling who ran away from home at age 17, haven't heard from him since.
Character Age:? 31
Character Appearance:? A young man with brown hair. Medium strength obtained from working on his parents small wheat farm as a child. a small scar on his right cheek from an encounter with a securo-drone at night after walking home from the fields late.
Character Personality:? Good natured and alright to be around despite his unfortunate past. He doesn't speak much about his past though, and has never told anyone about what happened at the research facility. When most ask, he merely turns away, and says he has to get back to his work. James is a tinkerer. Always trying to construct new tools and devices. In his free time he draws blueprints for buildings he would like to construct. He always enjoyed architecture.
Occupation: Ex-scientist for an unknown Research facility. Searching for a job making tools and other contraptions for a group of survivors in exchange for a share of their food supplies. In other words, no real occupation at the moment.
Can your character read or write? Yes, very fluently. As a scientist, one had to be very educated. He learned from his parents, and an old man from the nearby township who's grandfather was a teacher before the robot uprising.
Can your character mine? Not very well. Although he occasionally would gather ores for fellow researches to study, that chore was usually left for hired hands and mining contractors.
Can your character build? As a child, James often had to construct various sheds and pens, as well as maintain the barn structure. Yes he can build, although it is not his primary purpose.
Can your character fight? In an emergency situation, he can fight for himself, although he is much better when fighting with a group. Mainly uses melee weapons in combat situations.
Can you make tools?: Yes. As a scientist, James would often construct his own devices for his experiments, seeing them as a bit more efficient than the tools he was issued for his field of research.
Can you farm?: James was born on a farm, but he has no time to trifle with food provisions unless absolutely necessary. He is much better with building and making tools for his group.
Any special skills? James briefly experimented with cross-dimensional travel. He has been looking into devices for accessing other dimensions for some time now, but gave up his research into this after leaving the research facility. He refuses to talk about why. He still has the blueprints for the machine to go... there... stashed away in one of his chests.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Yes. Due to his mother dying of radiation poisoning, he has a distinct fear of contact with the outside air. For this reason, he never leaves his Hazmat suit.
Character Fears: Radioactive substances, apocastorms, radiation sweeps, Tsu Storms, etc.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: James was patrolling the area around his shelter for any creatures he may be able to take samples from, or any threats to his well being. While on the lookout, he suspected something was amiss. There were no animals of any kind outside. It was a few minutes before he heard the wind began to rumble. A radiation sweep. James' fear of radiation began to set in, and he flew into a moment of panic. searching franticly for any form of shelter from the storm, he saw nothing. He saw the red winds in the distance, approaching fast, and knew he had little time. The only visible shelter was a hole in the ground around 50 yards away. He quickly made a mad dash for the small hole, knowing it was his only hope of escape from the storm. Looking in, he saw it was deep. About 20 feet deep, but he had no time to question the danger. His fear of the storm was far more palpable than his fear of broken limbs. He jumped. Unprepared for the sudden impact, the full force of the fall was absorbed into his right leg smashing into the jagged rock. His leg was broken and bleeding. The storm passed shortly, his numbing fear temporarily blocking out the pain, but he soon felt it. And it was searing. Like the hot blade of an ax head had been thrust into his right shin, and twisted about until flesh and bone blended into a sickening mush. He was lucky his screams of pain were heard. About an hour later, a band of survivors found him in the pit, and rescued him. After watching over James for about 2 months while he recovered, James left to go off on his own once more, and the group was on its way.
A screenshot / description of your skin:
An L4D2 Hazmat suit. Looks very run down, perfect for the character. Although I have personally modified the skin so it has the human characters face tinted the same bluish color as the glass on the suit's helmet. I have personally tested it ingame, and it looks great.
There is my edited, more human version in-game. It even has the aforementioned scar on the right cheek, just below the eye, though it may not be visible from a distance.
Other Information: My character is a very open person, but does not speak much about himself or his past. He has a medium threshold of pain, as well as medium strength. His main skills are in the intellectual area. Making tools, building structures, and things of that nature. Also a great tactician.
I will use ((*)) or brackets when speaking OOC if needed or I will get banned, and I love cheeseburgers with all my heart.
5th Revision.
Explanation of how research was performed in the background section.
It appears my 5th revision of my application was skipped over, could I please get a judgement on this? :|
BAN APPEAL: Username: Camds101 RP name: Luca Akira How long have you been active on the server?: I would say a good few hours. When were you banned?: This isnt certain, you might have to check your records but I believe it was around 18:00 or earlier. What was the Reason for Ban?: "Stealing and griefing and lying" I think is what I was told I had done wrong. Is it temporary ban, perma-ban or IP ban?: I am not sure, I think its a Perma-ban but I am not certain, you may have to check your records for that also, Sorry. Who banned you?: D1SEL I believe. Were you given any warnings?: No. I was given no warnings. Were others on when you were banned, if so please give their names: D1SEL was on for obvious reason. Others were on when I was banned, unfortunately I am not able to get there names and now that I am not able to go to the server I cannot specify the names or ask. Why do you believe that proper action was not taken?: Because of the following; I was not given any warnings, I understand in some circumstances that warnings are not required, for instance blowing up an entire city or swearing your head off. However, I maintained a cool head and didnt say anything to offend. Which is not what I could say for the person who banned me, who was repetedly throwing swears and abuse at me. I will admit foremost that I, Camds101, Luca Akira, stole. However, after admitting I stole D1SEL said I was going to be banned because you cant steal if someone is AFK or there is a AFK sign, however, I took the stuff before D1SEL got there, so I didnt know anyone was even going to be there, I thought it was one of those, "you find a place and raid its goodies" as in, I was aloud to do that, as a little helping hand and mabye a little plot because of the radio's. So no one was there and there was certainly not an AFK sign so how was I to know that anyone would ever be there. Whilst being told I was going to be banned and abuse hurled at me, I was being supported by a few people telling me to return the stuff and therefore I wouldnt be banned. I returned the stuff after my swift death brought together by D1SEL. I would like to make an account that, which I know most of you wont believe, but I try to be as honest as possible, My mouse, my mouse had a spasm attack and wouldnt stop clicking, just as it would be if you were constant mining, so, in retro spect it would appear that I was lashing out in all directions, in reality I just could stop my mouse from clicking, so, with high regret I killed D1SEL in between typing my argument in the chat, all of his stuff fell out onto the floor, i then proceeded to pick it up so that I could give it back to him as an apology a long with the stuff that I had stole, but because of my mouse, i just ended up destroying the floor boards whilst moving my cursor to the view of the dropped items, I can certainly see how it would have looked to D1SEL so he came back and promptly killed me. Which meant that all the stolen stuff was returned and not all the boards were destroyed, so hopefully he got all his stuff back, unfortunately I was not able to plead my case and my mouse because I was hurled abuse such as "you lying piece of sh**" and was promptly banned. However I then tried coming on moments later to plead my case and the ban seem to have been moved, so I came back on and pleaded and then the ban once again took effect, it must have been a lag or something. Then I came on about an hour ago just to try again and I was on, for some reason I had been taken off the ban list, I came back to plead my case and once again abuse was hurled my way and D1SEL was on a mission to get me banned, he was trying to convince another admin to ban me when that admin wanted to give me another chance, he was adament to get me banned and kept saying to the other admin that he would show him my i.p and my name on the banlist. I pleaded my case and it seemed everything died down as the admin gave me another chance and we talked about his alpha base and how lovely designed it was. Then the server went for a restart, I came back on and was on for about a minute before I was banned and unable to get on. Also the lying thing. He said I had lied about stealing the stuff, when in retrospect, I was playing a raider in the RP, and I thought we were RPing (which we were for awhile) and so I said no, I didnt steal the stuff, because how was I to know he wasnt going to kill me and take all the stuff, we were RPing so I thought it was part of the story and act, after telling me it was serious and we wernt RPing I proceeded to confess and tell him I would give the stuff back and how sorry I was, however he didnt listen and just proceeded to hurl abuse and try and get me banned. Do you have proof that proper action was not taken, if so please show it to us: Unfortunately, the only proof I have was D1SEL's word against mine, which probably means I wont get let back in, but I have no way of prooving that my mouse messed up, there were people rooting on my side whilst the argument went on in global chat, but I dont remember what there usernames were, I should have taken notes, however if you can give me a list of the admins I could point out which one supported me and was kind enough to give me another chance and was friendly.
Im not asking for immediately let back into the server, although that would be nice, D1SEL said if I admitted I stole the stuff I would get a temporary ban, so, since I admitted, apologised so many times, and feel deeply sorry for my actions, I wouldnt mind a temporary ban at the most. Thankyou for your time, I would appreciate if you gave the time to read this and take all my points into account.
Hey, I'm thinking I may donate to the server when I get my next paycheck. How do you guys know who donates what? Forgive me for being a nublet. Also, and this may seem like an idiotic question, but I want to be sure. I am planning on donating $100+. Do I need to donate that only once, or be a repeat donor to obtain the privileges noted on the first page? (Its not often I get a paycheck that large).
Only once.
Alright, thanks. Also
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Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: The Hunter. Username thehunter0396
How old are you? 15 years of age
Gender?: Male
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -5:00 Eastern standard time, US and Canada. I live in Central
Florida.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I can joke around at times, but am serious when necessary.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I can rp very well. I've been on a few CBT servers, I'm not an OMGLOLGOLDICANHAZPLOX?! noob. I know my ****. I will contribute to the server as best I can. And will always keep the rp serious and in some cases even bleak, due to the nature of the situation. You will never see me whine or complain about any unfortunate circumstances, and if you ever hear me call a slime anything other than an unknown, living, nuclear waste creature, my only request is that you smack me over the head with an oar.
Describe yourself in one word: Abnormal
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Weekly? Around 8-10 hours if not more, due to school. But once summer starts, those hours will show a tremendous increase. I also have to devote a few hours to adminship of an xfire community as well. 169 people to watch over. If I don't show my face around there sometimes, some form of trouble will no doubt start within the community. In short, I will be devoting as much time as I possibly can to this server.
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know its serious business. There is a situation going on on that server that is completely different from what we may experience in our day-to-day lives, and it is important that our actions and reactions reflect on that situation accurately. You will NOT see me making a mockery of this server. When I'm in rp mode, I'm in character. And when I'm in character, its serious business...
What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it will be much like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Old run-down townships, small bands of survivors struggling against the hazards of their environment just to make it to the next dawn... A truly amazing rp.
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Again, CBT servers as well as some multiplayer roleplay servers held by racingcat with only him, myself, and halo CE mapper tiamat on the server. I am working with tiamat on the future youtube series "The creeper is a spy", and I have roleplayed with him before. Believe me, we are both very strict in our roleplays, although there is room for joking here and there depending on the morale of the group.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? Qwahchees Closed Beta Testing rp server. I didn't leave it for no reason, the town was destroyed... Again... All that hard work... 12+ hours just on my house... A true shame. But oh well, it happens. I might visit once and awhile if the server goes online again. Its currently off while Qwahchees gets some work done.
How long have you played minecraft?: Since around December. Perhaps in months before. If the question is "Do you have experience in minecraft, are you mature enough for this server, and can we trust you not to muck things up?" Then the answer is indeed yes. That would be a definite yes.
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to( Be Honest ): No, and I don't plan to on your server either. I am a very patient and understanding person. I don't get in fights with people, and I always act mature and with good composure on the servers. This is an rp. It cannot be mucked up with our trivial human problems.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yes, I read the entire page, as expected. I agree with everything, they seem decent rules given the situation.
What is a slime called on the server? It is an unknown, living, nuclear waste creature.
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? No, of course not.
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I like the idea of a post-apocalyptic rp server. First thing, I plan to stick with a small group of survivors and traverse the wasteland in search of other survivors and supplies. Simply put, this idea is win. I want to be a part of this server. End of story. If it takes 50 applications, I'll do it. But I just love this idea too much not to be a part of it.
In-Character:
Character Name: James A. Bluefield
Background / Who are you?: I am James Bluefield. I was once a scientist working to find a cure for radiation poisoning. I was also working with Xow and Xig cell cultures in an attempt to isolate the original species' DNA with the prospect of recreating the original Cow and Pig species, creating the possibility of more healthy meats, milk, and leather. I was born on a small farm near the foothills. Growing up, I learned many skills, such as how to construct various structures and farm various crops, but my heart was never in it. At the age of 14, my father was killed by raiders while gathering firewood. We found him next to an old log after searching the next morning, when he didn't come home. As soon as I was old enough to be out of that place, I got a job as a scientist at a research facility miles from home. The Facility was one of the last remnants of the days before the robots. It sat on top of a cache of minerals and was located near other useful resources as well. A stockpile of batteries was found inside one of the storage rooms. An ideal place to perform the research and experiments needed to improve the quality of life in the wasteland.The hours were good, and the pay better, so I stuck with it. During my time working here, my mother died of radiation poisoning. I would never leave my hazmat suit again, for fear of meeting the same fate. However, one of my later tasks caused an accident... We were researching cross-dimensional travel. To the land of the nether, where we had sent scanning drones numerous times. We had previously believed humans could not survive in this environment, however readings received from a scanning drone showed us possibilities of entering a less temperate region of the nether, where we could set up a research station. It was the day we would send a researcher through the portal with protective gear. Liam Richmond would be the first human to ever enter the netherworld. We had made all the necessary preparations to send him in. I, as the scientist who found the necessary methods to build a portal capable of sending a human to the nether without interrupting any organic processes, shook his hand personally. Everything was in order. It all should have gone so smoothly. No one was there to document the occasion, so I just went up to my locker to get my camera (I figured I could take a few pictures smuggling the camera in a pocket of my hazmat suit). I was only gone 5 minutes. I had made it about halfway down the first flight of stairs when I heard the rumblings and heard the screams. The whole building felt like it was about to crumble. I ran back up the stairs and out the main doors at full speed, collapsing, out of breath, in the middle of the staff parking lot. I turned my head to see a hole torn out of thin air. The maw widened, and I felt everything around me being sucked towards it with tremendous force.The concrete around me began to crumble away. I gripped a grid of rebar for dear life, and could only watch in horror as chunks of concrete around me began to fly into the void. A few moments later, cracks began forming in the asphalt. They grew larger and closer. This went on for minutes until eventually, there was a great ripping feeling from below. The entire research facility along with its foundation were torn from the earth and sucked into the void. The rip began to contract, and as it closed, a shockwave of tremendous force rippled through the air, sending me tumbling into a nearby fence. I blacked out. I regained my consciousness what must have been several hours later. Looking down, I saw a vast crater. The portal had sucked in the entire research facility. Nothing was left, save the parking lot and parts of the steps leading up to the main entrance. To this day I do not know what happened down there. Did part of the machine fail? What sort of glitch in my system could have caused this? I pulled myself together and began to hobble west. Towards the only township in the area. They were the only people that knew about the facility, they must have been where the rumors came from. The rumors about the research station that was sucked into the nether and never came back. I myself swore I would never speak of the incident again. My friends... What must have happened to them down there... I now wander the wasteland in search of other survivors and civilizations that could use my skills to survive.
Character Family: Father was killed by raiders in the forest when gathering firewood one winter. Mother was died of radiation poisoning after being caught in the fields during an Apocastorm. One living sibling who ran away from home at age 17, haven't heard from him since.
Character Age:? 31
Character Appearance:? A young man with brown hair. Medium strength obtained from working on his parents small wheat farm as a child. a small scar on his right cheek from an encounter with a securo-drone at night after walking home from the fields late.
Character Personality:? Good natured and alright to be around despite his unfortunate past. He doesn't speak much about his past though, and has never told anyone about what happened at the research facility. When most ask, he merely turns away, and says he has to get back to his work. James is a tinkerer. Always trying to construct new tools and devices. In his free time he draws blueprints for buildings he would like to construct. He always enjoyed architecture.
Occupation: Ex-scientist for an unknown Research facility. Searching for a job making tools and other contraptions for a group of survivors in exchange for a share of their food supplies. In other words, no real occupation at the moment.
Can your character read or write? Yes, very fluently. As a scientist, one had to be very educated. He learned from his parents, and an old man from the nearby township who's grandfather was a teacher before the robot uprising.
Can your character mine? Not very well. Although he occasionally would gather ores for fellow researches to study, that chore was usually left for hired hands and mining contractors.
Can your character build? As a child, James often had to construct various sheds and pens, as well as maintain the barn structure. Yes he can build, although it is not his primary purpose.
Can your character fight? In an emergency situation, he can fight for himself, although he is much better when fighting with a group. Mainly uses melee weapons in combat situations.
Can you make tools?: Yes. As a scientist, James would often construct his own devices for his experiments, seeing them as a bit more efficient than the tools he was issued for his field of research.
Can you farm?: James was born on a farm, but he has no time to trifle with food provisions unless absolutely necessary. He is much better with building and making tools for his group.
Any special skills? James briefly experimented with cross-dimensional travel. He has been looking into devices for accessing other dimensions for some time now, but gave up his research into this after leaving the research facility. He refuses to talk about why. He still has the blueprints for the machine to go... there... stashed away in one of his chests.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Yes. Due to his mother dying of radiation poisoning, he has a distinct fear of contact with the outside air. For this reason, he never leaves his Hazmat suit.
Character Fears: Radioactive substances, apocastorms, radiation sweeps, Tsu Storms, etc.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: James was patrolling the area around his shelter for any creatures he may be able to take samples from, or any threats to his well being. While on the lookout, he suspected something was amiss. There were no animals of any kind outside. It was a few minutes before he heard the wind began to rumble. A radiation sweep. James' fear of radiation began to set in, and he flew into a moment of panic. searching franticly for any form of shelter from the storm, he saw nothing. He saw the red winds in the distance, approaching fast, and knew he had little time. The only visible shelter was a hole in the ground around 50 yards away. He quickly made a mad dash for the small hole, knowing it was his only hope of escape from the storm. Looking in, he saw it was deep. About 20 feet deep, but he had no time to question the danger. His fear of the storm was far more palpable than his fear of broken limbs. He jumped. Unprepared for the sudden impact, the full force of the fall was absorbed into his right leg smashing into the jagged rock. His leg was broken and bleeding. The storm passed shortly, his numbing fear temporarily blocking out the pain, but he soon felt it. And it was searing. Like the hot blade of an ax head had been thrust into his right shin, and twisted about until flesh and bone blended into a sickening mush. He was lucky his screams of pain were heard. About an hour later, a band of survivors found him in the pit, and rescued him. After watching over James for about 2 months while he recovered, James left to go off on his own once more, and the group was on its way.
A screenshot / description of your skin:
An L4D2 Hazmat suit. Looks very run down, perfect for the character. Although I have personally modified the skin so it has the human characters face tinted the same bluish color as the glass on the suit's helmet. I have personally tested it ingame, and it looks great.
There is my edited, more human version in-game. It even has the aforementioned scar on the right cheek, just below the eye, though it may not be visible from a distance.
Other Information: My character is a very open person, but does not speak much about himself or his past. He has a medium threshold of pain, as well as medium strength. His main skills are in the intellectual area. Making tools, building structures, and things of that nature. Also a great tactician.
I will use ((*)) or brackets when speaking OOC if needed or I will get banned, and I love cheeseburgers with all my heart.
5th Revision.
Explanation of how research was performed in the background section.
ALRIGHT! time to try once more :biggrin.gif: [b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]Paulgt
[b]How old are you?[/b]13 (mature)
[b]Gender?:[/b]male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]Eastern US
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]I'm a nice, rule following, energatic boy. I enjoy baseball, skateboarding and MINECRAFT!@#!
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]I have previous roleplaying expierience and would help those in need
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b] Awsum
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]3 hrs a day (i has no life)
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b]I have finished an entire chapter of a rp server
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]Exciting, fun, kinda scary
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]I rped on The lost (dan was on that server, u is mai witness)
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b]The Lost-i left because the chapter was over
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]since alpha
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ):[/b]Nope!
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b]Yesiree!
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b]Unknown
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest )[/b]no
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]I need a good whitelist server and i enjoyed my last rp so much i want my next server to be a rp
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]Pernix
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]Pernix is a boy who grew up in a rundown house, poorly kept, and raised without education. His family used him as free labor, showing no love to him. He would take walks around town, seeing all the people growing up either pampered or just like him. The more he grew, the more he hated his family until one day he finally left his home, never to return.
He ran for 5 years, going town to town, either not getting a job or not being liked he'd leave every town. At age 18 he was completely out of money and was facing starvation. He saw a poster about re-taking europe and thought "I...I could do that!" and in 1 month he was conscripted and shipped off to europe in a boat of people suprisingly like him. He arrived at Europe, not seeing what the posters described as rustbuckets attempting to control a continent, but massive, killing machines programed to tear him to bits. Europe was the scariest time of his life, and it wouldn't get any better later on. He fought in Europe for 3 years, frequently going near to death every week, pissing himself every 5 minutes, and being completely freaked out...non stop... The men he was with...their numbers were thinning rapidly and no reinforcements were arriving. He finally decided to desert and hopped on one of the dead platoons boats. With 3 other men they drove their ship through the radioactive waters of the atlantic. It was literally the best time in his life because for once he could look forward to somthing: making it home alive. There was no sense of forboding he had, no fear, no danger. They had a perfectly fine ride.
But, when he finally arrived back at America, what he saw wasn't what he thought he'd see. More people on the streets than ever, random fights breaking up, no form of government, death everywhere. He suddenly grew so afraid he hid in an ally for 3 days, not leaving the spot...until a man found him. This man taught him many of the life skills he missed out on, and taught pernix to be brave, and stand up to those who opposed him.
One morning pernix woke up, hoping to learn more to find that his master had been stabbed In his bed. Pernix mourned for a day and then sucked it up, remembering what his master had taught him. Pernix moved on from that city and looked for a better life. He got a job as a guard in another city and made a bit of money. but his house...it was overrun by robots and he barely escaped the city for his life. He now is in the middle of nowhere, lost and alone.
[b]Character Family:[/b]mother and father
[b]Character Age:28
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] Hardened from his years of fighting, but a hint of fear and sadness in his eyes
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] He's a nice man, knowing that he would never treat others the way his parents treated him. He is scared almost always but he can channel that to anger, which he can use to make him stronger
[b]Occupation:[/b] Fighter
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b]no
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]no
[b]Can your character build?[/b]no
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]yes
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b] only a few...
[b]Can you farm?:[/b] no
[b]Any special skills?[/b] none
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b] He'll sometimes get so afraid, he'll drop out of civilization for a few days
[b]Character Fears:[/b] Those stronger than him, otherwise he isn't that scared-but there are so many things stronger than him out there...
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] WHY M-uuurgggg, get me some anti-anti-anti (spits out blood) antibiotics dude! ...freaking ow! rap my wound up! I don't wanna die today...I-I've come this far! Don't let me die guys! AUGHHH! those antibiotics make the pain WORSE RETARD! get me somthing to EASE the pain! dammit these guys are (grunts) idiots! (gets bandaged up) gosh that (spits out more blood) was somthing eh?...gored my chest in less than a second and now I'm here...2nd time this week...I'm beggining to think we aren't going to make it out of here guys...we are all going to face that final hit if we stay any longer. I SAY WE DESERT! what, no? fine who wants to go?
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b]Its a black soldier suit, battered and worn
[b]Other Information:[/b] [[Write this at the end of your application: "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."]]
Alright what i did: heart in, crap out. hope i get accepted[/quote]
Only once.
As we discussed, me and Dangi will jizz everywhere if you donate $100+.
*prepares*
"Nietzsche is dead." - God
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]
TheCrackerJack
[b]How old are you?[/b]
16
[b]Gender?:[/b]
Male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]
USA, EST
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]
An avid roleplayer, I play on a variety of roleplaying servers, along with playing fun RP-able games like Oblivion and Morrowind. Minecraft is the **** too, and I'm also a sophmore at highschool.
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]
I'm a great roleplayer, often filling roles that people may find negligible, experiment with the Roleplayer
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b]
Booyah!
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]
Quite a bit, but it depends on the quality of the roleplaying. If the server has good RP and lots of action that makes an RP server good, I could devote around 2-3 hours on weekdays, and around 5 hours on weekends.
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b]
OOC (out of character), IC (in character), powergaming (abusing the RP to your advantage), metagaming(using OOC info IC), all the defintions. A good role play requires people not to be self-sufficient (have all the abilities) and also needs a variety of different types of characters. Also, fitting the mood of the server is CRUCIAL, having people who are super happy and love their life in a "Ruined World" is just poor Roleplay
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]
Chaotic, but with solid roleplay. Hopefully it'll be a blast.
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]
As mentioned before, I've played on a ton of other roleplay servers, CIVRP, Empirecraft, Mel-Lenxia, and other smaller ones. I maintain good RP (as so I've been told), and even have ruled over some people who play on this server (UncleBlam, Jonny, Shakey, hopefully you guys give me a good recommendation)
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b]
I've played on the above servers, and I haven't necessarily left them, but some of the servers just had **** roleplay where everyone could do their own stuff and everyone was having OOC chats in IC. some of those servers ended up being just lame.
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]
Got minecraft first day of beta
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to( Be Honest ):[/b]
Once, cousin was playing and he attacked a peasant, killed someone before I could stop him
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b]
Yes, they seem good and fair.
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b][Unknown], just a living nuclear waste creature
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet?[/b] Nope.avi
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]
I've seen friends give raving reviews of this server, and as an avid RP'er I really want to be a part of what looks to be a unique and great RP server.
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
AD-AB
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]
AD-AB is a prototype "customizable" robot created by the PROA in late 2038. With the world in relative chaos and destruction, money reserves incredibly low, Russian scientists were forced to pour all their research into a "do-all" type robot, one that could be customized to do nearly everything. AD-AB was the first functioning model, with only two of its kind created, one remaining dormant and never activated. AD-AB was the robot which was activated, and promptly put into series of test. His mainframe was designed, that, if he took a series of power cells, batteries, and gears, his abilities would be customized and enhanced. This was a much cheaper solution than creating a separate line of robots for para trooping, and other line for handling nuclear threats, etc. AD-AB was never fully customized though, as the time of the great EMP was only a year later, and the scientist who created him largely abandoned the project by then. They knew that the PROA only had so long, and that spending times in R&D to create new prototypes would be a waste of time. AD-AB was promptly put back into basic dormancy mode, and after the great EMP, it took him 150 years to reawaken, due to a set timer placed by one of the scientists, worried that his creation will remain asleep forever. Said scientist (Dmitri Mendelev was his name) also disarmed a good deal of AD-AB's military functions, as having a walking nuclear super soldier in the wasteland, well could be easily exploitable. Dmitri also implement a "master" program into AD-AB, so that he would not find himself with free will and he'd work under a master, though a current sequence of power cells and batteries into select memory nodes could activate AD's basic emotions. During a catastrophic earthquake, 150 years after being put into dormancy mode, the protective shell AD was put into cracked, and AD went "online" again. As AD-AB's sensors and nodes began to wire and click, he stumbled out of his protective shell, into a collapsed and ruined world that he never got to explore. AD-AB managed to survive off the wastes fairly well, although unlike a normal human, AD-AB needed a supply of power cells to keep going, and even needed natural proteins and H2O to sustain his reptile nodes. However, one day, AD-AB could not retrieve enough power cells to sustain his memory or function sensors, leaving him in a state of near-perpetual comatose. He lacked emotions, so all he could do was repeat the phrase "power cell levels....low, aid requested", as he was instructed to. He managed to fuel his reptile nodes through a semi-hibernation, and fortunately for him, most Mutants and Raiders largely ignored him, assuming him to be a scrap robot. Six years went by, before an explorer by the name of Locke Goldeheart took notice of a AD-AB's and his constant refrains of "power cell levels...low, aid requested", and just happened to have an extra power cell on him. Locke, a tinkerer and explorer by nature, managed to input power cells into AD-AB before he ran out of power for his reptile node, and "died". Locke managed to activate AD-AB's master program, which set it so that AD-AB would serve under a master that showed promise (under Dmitri's logarithms which were generally faulty of determining "faultiness" in humans). Locke, naturally showed promise, and AD-AB served under him for sixteen years. Those sixteen years were some of the most interesting for AD-AB, not only did Locke discover his expandable memory banks, he used them to upgrade some of AD-AB's skill, nearly granting him free will, though Locke decided against it in fear of another Robot Revolution. Locke had discovered a lot of AD-AB's quirks, and attempting to teach him as much of human life as possible, without giving him proper free will. He hoped that AD-AB could become a "champion of justice", but programming a logarithm of determining "justice" was extremely difficult, even for a man such as Goldeheart. Locke and AD-AB would often explore ruins of large cities in facilities, AD-AB being the 8 foot pure hunk of brawn of the group, while Locke was the more rational and brains of the group. They often found stores of rare loot, some used to fuel AD-AB's huge metabolism of batteries, gears, and powercells, while some used to sell. However, while exploring a ruined city, AD-AB's hostile sensor went off unexpectedly, blaring the Soviet Anthem through his main frame. Locke was used to this, as AD was programmed by the PROA to play the Soviet Anthem in hopes of raising moral during a battle, but his sensor went off to a mere mouse scurrying by. Mutants, all crawling throughout the city, heard this loud resounding hymn and came racing towards it. Dozens of mutants descended towards Locke and AD-AB, and Locke soon realized that if they fought the Mutants, they would be goners. Locke tossed AD-AB a hunk of plastic C4, and commanded him to attach it to his back. AD-AB was forced to do so, then Locke told him to sprint towards the mutants. AD-AB did, and as the mutants pounced on him, hoping to destroy his metal exterior to access his reptile node loaded with proteins, Locke fled. As AD-AB was surrounded by the putrid and revolting mutants, clawing and destroying his exterior, a BOOM resounded. Locke had run far from the ruins, and tearfully set the C4 detonator to blow. All of the mutants had died, but AD-AB was in critical condition. He had lost many of his sensor nodes and modules, removing him a lot of his former abilities. His speech was restricted to mere clicks and whistles, while the damage on did its toll to his memory banks and other crucial pieces of technology. AD-AB immediately entered a hibernation mode, where his mammal and reptile nodes began repairing as much as they could while he powered off. It took 2 years for AD-AB to exit his comatose, and by then it was the year 2212. AD-AB slowly walked out of the ruins, and wandered his "Ruined World", in hopes of finding a master who could take care of him
[b]Character Family:[/b] Only family would be creators, who would be long dead
[b]Character Age: No "aging", since its a robot, but since "created" in 2038, so approximately 174 years old.
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] 8 foot tall, full iron metal, menacing face mask, rusted. A giant robot who was been either dormant or fighting for the past 174 years, and it shows on his plates
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] Static, unmoving. AD-AB has no proper emotions, and cannot even talk. He only follows orders and without sufficient restoration to his memory banks, will not question them.
[b]Occupation:[/b] Robot
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b] Nope, damage to memory banks removed his ability to read and write English. He can still interpret Russian, but has no way of communicating it
[b]Can your character mine?[/b] To an extent, damage to his reptile nodes have made it so AD-AB's mining skills are ineffective. He can only mine power cells and gears
[b]Can your character build?[/b] No
[b]Can your character fight?[/b] Despite Dmitris attempts at weakening his combat abilities, AD-AB was designed to be a fighting robot, and is so. He is a 8 foot tall fighting machine and body guard, difficult to defeat.
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b] Yes, one of AD-AB's special abilities is he is a master of the PIA
[b]Can you farm?:[/b] Not really, though he could farm when he was with Goldeheart due to enhancements, it was only the C4 detonation that removed that ability. A sufficient supply of gears and batteries in the correct nodes should restore his ability.
[b]Any special skills?[/b] As a robot, he posses superhuman strength, and is generally waterproof as well. When experimented or tinkered with an engineer or someone who understands batteries and power cells well, he can get certain abilities upgraded. For example, someone who understands AD-AB's mainframe could potentially restore his speech banks with the sufficient supplies. It won't be cheap though, AD-AB takes up a lot of energy and supplies to enhance.
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b] As a Robot, he takes up a LOT of supplies to sustain. He requires a combination of water, robofuel (must be poured carefully or else it could destroy him), power cells, and proteins to function, rather than humans, which only need water and proteins. He also cannot talk, or have emotions due to damages to his sensory nodes. Instead he communicates through whirs, clicks, and other robotic noises.
[b]Character Fears:[/b] No real emotions, so no real fears. He is "frustrated" when he loses a master, as programmed by Mendelev
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b]
*whiiiiir* *click click*....(Soviet Anthem playing). AD-AB had stumbled across a group of mutants, who could smell his protein and water based reptile node from far away. AD-AB began to blare his signature anthem, a response to hostile creatures, in hopes of raising moral of his comrades along with warning them of danger. He took out a sword, super charged with battery, and began to chop at the mutants. AD-AB's superhuman strength made quick work of two of the mutants, though one managed to sneak past his heat scanners to chomp at the pressure plates in his heel. He attempted to access his sound banks to announce through his speakers "Warning! Warning! AD-AB mainframe damaged!", but the damage from his sound backs resounded with some clicks and whistles. He stomped the mutants head, leaving a bloody, pulpy mess. The remaining two mutants snarled, unsure whether to attempt to take on such a behemoth of cold steel. AD-AB made the first move on the two, but the damage from the Mutant along with rust in his pressure plates, caused him to trip and fall. He could barely get up before the mutants pounced on him, attempting to crack his iron and steel exterior in hopes of feasting on his delicious reptile node. AD-AB kicked them off, then hacked at both of them, decimating them in seconds flat. Then, he took a power cell out of his storage compartment, and placed it into his right heel. He rested while the power cell pulsated in his heel, provided fuel for his reptile and mammal nodes to restore some of the damage. Then, after most of the damage was gone, he began making clicking and beeping noises, and went on his way, scouring the wastelands for worthy master.
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b] Its this rusted fallout paladin armor, that I found that really looks like a giant 8 foot robot. It's in the minecraft skindex called "Brotherhood of Steel Palladin" by Studnicky
[b]Other Information:[/b]: This is my third time applying, hopefully thirds the charm. I really hope to be playing an obedient giant behemoth upgradeable robot character. I got some inspiration from ED-E from fallout.
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
Got missed again X(
You guys never answered this app.
"Nietzsche is dead." - God
alright, here we go. Tell me what i did wrong this time
Put more into your RP WHEN IN PAIN!
And answer the damn question: Have you had a sexual intercourse with an pet?
"Nietzsche is dead." - God
Alright, thanks. Also
It appears my 5th revision of my application was skipped over, could I please get a judgement on this? :|
I'm kinda really tired of reading applications. So i'm taking a break form accepting denying any right now.
Sorry, but your ban appeal has been Rejected
[b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b]Paulgt
[b]How old are you?[/b]13 (mature)
[b]Gender?:[/b]male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b]Eastern US
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b]I'm a nice, rule following, energatic boy. I enjoy baseball, skateboarding and MINECRAFT!@#!
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b]I have previous roleplaying expierience and would help those in need
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b] Awsum
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:[/b]3 hrs a day (i has no life)
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?:[/b]I have finished an entire chapter of a rp server
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:[/b]Exciting, fun, kinda scary
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?:[/b]I rped on The lost (dan was on that server, u is mai witness)
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b]The Lost-i left because the chapter was over
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b]since alpha
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ):[/b]Nope!
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:[/b]Yesiree!
[b]What is a slime called on the server?[/b]Unknown
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest )[/b]no
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big):[/b]I need a good whitelist server and i enjoyed my last rp so much i want my next server to be a rp
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]Pernix
[b]Background / Who are you?:[/b]Pernix is a boy who grew up in a rundown house, poorly kept, and raised without education. His family used him as free labor, showing no love to him. He would take walks around town, seeing all the people growing up either pampered or just like him. The more he grew, the more he hated his family until one day he finally left his home, never to return.
He ran for 5 years, going town to town, either not getting a job or not being liked he'd leave every town. At age 18 he was completely out of money and was facing starvation. He saw a poster about re-taking europe and thought "I...I could do that!" and in 1 month he was conscripted and shipped off to europe in a boat of people suprisingly like him. He arrived at Europe, not seeing what the posters described as rustbuckets attempting to control a continent, but massive, killing machines programed to tear him to bits. Europe was the scariest time of his life, and it wouldn't get any better later on. He fought in Europe for 3 years, frequently going near to death every week, pissing himself every 5 minutes, and being completely freaked out...non stop... The men he was with...their numbers were thinning rapidly and no reinforcements were arriving. He finally decided to desert and hopped on one of the dead platoons boats. With 3 other men they drove their ship through the radioactive waters of the atlantic. It was literally the best time in his life because for once he could look forward to somthing: making it home alive. There was no sense of forboding he had, no fear, no danger. They had a perfectly fine ride.
But, when he finally arrived back at America, what he saw wasn't what he thought he'd see. More people on the streets than ever, random fights breaking up, no form of government, death everywhere. He suddenly grew so afraid he hid in an ally for 3 days, not leaving the spot...until a man found him. This man taught him many of the life skills he missed out on, and taught pernix to be brave, and stand up to those who opposed him.
One morning pernix woke up, hoping to learn more to find that his master had been stabbed In his bed. Pernix mourned for a day and then sucked it up, remembering what his master had taught him. Pernix moved on from that city and looked for a better life. He got a job as a guard in another city and made a bit of money. but his house...it was overrun by robots and he barely escaped the city for his life. He now is in the middle of nowhere, lost and alone.
[b]Character Family:[/b]mother and father
[b]Character Age:28
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] Hardened from his years of fighting, but a hint of fear and sadness in his eyes
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] He's a nice man, knowing that he would never treat others the way his parents treated him. He is scared almost always but he can channel that to anger, which he can use to make him stronger
[b]Occupation:[/b] Fighter
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b]no
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]no
[b]Can your character build?[/b]no
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]yes
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b] only a few...
[b]Can you farm?:[/b] no
[b]Any special skills?[/b] none
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?:[/b] He'll sometimes get so afraid, he'll drop out of civilization for a few days
[b]Character Fears:[/b] Those stronger than him, otherwise he isn't that scared-but there are so many things stronger than him out there...
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] WHY M-uuurgggg, get me some anti-anti-anti (spits out blood) antibiotics dude! ...freaking ow! rap my wound up! I don't wanna die today...I-I've come this far! Don't let me die guys! AUGHHH! those antibiotics make the pain WORSE RETARD! get me somthing to EASE the pain! dammit these guys are (grunts) idiots! (gets bandaged up) gosh that (spits out more blood) was somthing eh?...gored my chest in less than a second and now I'm here...2nd time this week...I'm beggining to think we aren't going to make it out of here guys...we are all going to face that final hit if we stay any longer. I SAY WE DESERT! what, no? fine who wants to go?
[b]A screenshot / description of your skin:[/b]Its a black soldier suit, battered and worn
[b]Other Information:[/b] [[Write this at the end of your application: "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."]]
Alright what i did: heart in, crap out. hope i get accepted[/quote]
i would like to add my personal Journal to the character logs :smile.gif:
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Here's an image of my skin. As I said I'd upload it when the Skindex came back online.
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"Nietzsche is dead." - God