What exactly happened to it? From the past comments it sounded as if a new map was being rebuilt.
~E.
Well, it kinda just fell off. It didn't seem like people were willing to work for it. It's a really sad story, really breaks my heart seeing all these good roleplayer getting split up..
Well, it kinda just fell off. It didn't seem like people were willing to work for it. It's a really sad story, really breaks my heart seeing all these good roleplayer getting split up..
I see.
That really is sad if people simply decided to not work then. Hopefully a majority of the experienced roleplayers out there can group together once more.
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"One man with a gun can control 100 without one." ~Vladimir Lenin
That really is sad if people simply decided to not work then. Hopefully a majority of the experienced roleplayers out there can group together once more.
Well look at the bright side, if this server was still going, you would easily get in. Your application says it all..
That really is sad if people simply decided to not work then. Hopefully a majority of the experienced roleplayers out there can group together once more.
Bro that's probably about as likely as martians landing and giving us super weapons. Some of us are pretty ed at each other. We became too close if anything XD.
So, why don't you put applications for builder or something? Many people may want to help after all.
That was like tried, i don't know, about 3 times. First time with original players, second time with random people, and the third time, a mix of em all. Still didn't work, i mean it seems like somethings are just meant die and wither away, to let something else shine.
Bro that's probably about as likely as martians landing and giving us super weapons. Some of us are pretty ed at each other. We became too close if anything XD.
Ey! Serious G! Doubt you remember me, but whatever. A couple of the Ruined World guys have gone over to a server called Year 2065(though not many). Plus, it doesn't have that special Ruined World feel, if you get me.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I am a 16-year old girl who likes to play video games for fun. I'm in an Early College Program to get my Associates degreen Earlier than others, so I won't be able to play so very often.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: As much as my classes will let me, about 6 hours a week.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since the old 1.5 update.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know that in roleplaying, people don't take it kindley if you meta-game or power-game. I don't do it IRL, but I've been Minecraft rping for about a year now. I like playing dedicated roleplay servers thatrequire you to make a character, it's very amussing.(Sorry if i misspelled something there.)
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be good, from what I've seen online it seems to be pretty decent.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've done servers like Lord of the Craft, Iriliath, a bunch of fallout Rps.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I respect the rules.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read, and understand the rules.
-How did you hear about us?: I was searching for good roleplay servers and this came up, I clicked and I read, and I like it.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?:If I have time then i will consider it.
In-Character: -Character Name: Eslie Corona
-Biography: Eslie was born in 2205, in a small shack in the middle of the wasteland. Her father, Samuel Corona, was slowly going insane, he wasn't good at staying in the same general area for an extended period of time, he literaly thought that he would die of boredom. Samuel was a scientist who spent most of his life in the house, and when he was 20, he decided to spiff up the place. He was 35 now and he was able to build in a basement where he would do experiments on various animals and mutated creatures of the wastes. Eslie's mother, Monica Corona, wore the pants in the family. She was the one who would go out to hunt down the mutated cows and pigs. She was a born killer, and would do anything to survive. They also had a pet SP2, named J3R-E, this was a newly built robot so its fabric wasn't radiated. Her mother taught Eslie everything she knew, how to fight, how to mine, how to survive, and how to care for herself. Her father tried to teach her about the creatures that roamed the wasteland, the robots, mutants, and other things of that nature. However, not much of this information went to Eslie, she had a very active imagination. Instead of wanting to go hunting with her mom, she rather play around with J3R-E, and she never wanted to dissect the pigs or cook dinner, she liked messing around with the fuelbots at night. It was Eslie’s 14th birthday and her mother was sick of her not wanting to pitch in with the house work, or helping them find animals to cook, so Eslie was sent out to a nearby radiation pit to see if there are any washed up power cells that could be used in making weaponry for her. She was only able to find about 4 power cells, but they were soaked the acidic rain drops from an earlier acid rain storm, and they were beginning to melt through the gloves that her father gave her. When she returned to her house there were many malfunctioned fuelbots crowded around the house, and the front door was open. Eslie was too afraid to go near the house, and then in an instant, the droids began crashing and sparking up. She bolted towards the house, but couldn’t get inside because some robots blocked the way. She grabbed the bot and shoved it out of her way. She saw her parents, but before she could do get to them, each of the fuelbots blew up, one by one. Eslie was frozen from shock, and then she felt a pair of arms pushing her out, and hen a big explosion blew her away from the house. When she got back up, she saw nothing but rubble, dust, and the bodiless feet of the fuelbots around the house. Eslie went in to investigate and fell straight down when she entered the doorway, leading her into the basement. She found all sorts of stuff that her father made, armor, robots, and a special sword that had wrapping paper around it. There was a tag on it that read, ”Arm yourself, be safe. Love, your loving parents.” Now that there was nobody to watch over her, nowhere to live, her only goal in life, from this point on, was to survive.
-Character Appearance: She wears a dark-colored dress and skirt. She wears a blue, torn bow on the back of her head, pink and white striped scarf, and brown shoes. She has white skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair, she also has heterochromia, making her eye colors blue and dark blue.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Elsie is a caring person, but will still do anything to survive. She isn't formerly educated, so she normally needs help doing certain things that her parents never taught her to do, or at least things that she wasn’t able to comprehend, as a child.
-Occupation: Hunter
-Can your character read or write?: To an extent.
-Can your character mine?: Yes
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): No.
-Can your character fight?: Yes
-Can your character farm?: No
-Does your character have any special skills?: She has amazing strength and is very good at heavy lifting. She is a skilled fighter, but when it comes to everyday tasks, she normally needs help.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Eslie doesn’t have any mental disabilities, but she isn’t well educated and can be very dopey at times.
-Character Fears: She does not like cats, deep water, any of the wasteland creatures, or odd-looking people.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): Eslie is lifting gold out of a mineshaft and a raider ambushes her. HE shoots and arrow at her knee, but she throws her knife and hits him in between the eyes. She doesn’t know what to do so she searches the dead raider’s pockets for a band aid, and finds one. She painfully yanks the arrow out of her knee and puts the band aid over the wound.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn and a png of the skin itself):
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Pancham, Breloom, Mankey
-How old are you?(Don't lie): 12 (a few days until 13)
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT, England
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Im a gamer who tried day in and day out to add more to my game. Im also interested in the apocolypse
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: 5-7 days depending on school
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Somewhere about 1.6-1.7
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Apocolyptic role play (building bunkers, not going out in the day without armour)
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Fun since I'm interested in the apocolypse
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've played on too many servers so I cant remember all of their names
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Can't Remember
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes
-How did you hear about us?: Google
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: No
In-Character: -Character Name: Mark
-Biography: Used to be a dad, then the apocolypse came. Mark ran away to find shelter leaving his wife and kids.
-Character Family: Just Mark, The whereabouts of the rest of his family are unknown, possibly dead.
-Character Age: 22
-Character Appearance: Scar on right eye, wears a medical eye patch and has ruined clothes. Wears no shoes
-Character Personality: Strong and silent, he only talks when he either wants to trade or feels alone (Any fatal flaws?):
-Occupation: Used to be a game designer for Giga-Corp, then when the apocolypse came he had to leave.
-Can your character read or write?: Yes, he leared from a phone like device left in the ground
-Can your character mine?: Yes, but he can only mine with tools as his bare hands are too bloodied and damadged to mine bare handed
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): Yes, in his spare time he builds survival camps out of wood for other survivalists out there
-Can your character fight?: Yes. He fights daily with fuel bots and mutants for survival, he also kills SP2's to use their wool as a building material for survival tents
-Can your character farm?: Yes, It is one of his many skills that pleases him due to food being a shortage.
-Does your character have any special skills?: The only special skill he has is handling a gun.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He's half blind due to him having a scar over his right eye. He protects the wound by wearing a medical eye patch that he covers with alchohol daily to steralise any bacteria that gets in. Due to him not wearing the eye patch when he sleeps he suffers mild amnesia from time to time forgeting that he has made certain things.
-Character Fears: He is wierdly scared of mushrooms and claims them as Demons of the ground. When he does find a mushroom he tries to kill it or bribes people to get rid of it.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):
"Hello?" Said a voice. "Are you dead?" "Leave Him, Even if he is alive he won't stand a chance when he wakes up to find his very flesh being eaten alive by mutants"Another voice said. "Uuuugh" I mumble as I slowly open my eyes to find two people conferring. "Look! He's alive!"excitedly said by the person who found me. "QUIET!" shouted the second person. "We don't want the mutants finding him, we might aswell introduce outselves. Im Gabe and this chap here is luke. You don't look so well and that scar can't go untreated. Stay at out place for the night." "It's fine." I say as I finger my pockets trying to find my Eye Patch. Atlast, I find a small wooly patch attached to some string. As I fit it onto my head and over eye I feel a cold hand touching my shoulder. As I turn around I find a mangled face, I quickly get up and Shout "MUTANTS!" I try to reach for my gun but alas the mutants are too close to the gun. I tremble as the mutant slowly creeps to feed on me. All of a sudden, I hear a gun shot and notice a hole in the mutants chest as It screeches out "EEEEEEERRrrrrrrrr." I notice Gabe holding a GAT and Luke holding a baseball bat. "Was it REALLY fine" Gabe Chuckled. "Thanks for saving me out there Gabe. If It wasn't for you I would of ended up like..."I Stopped Mid Sentence "Like Who?" Gabe Questioned. "No, no it's stupid I won't Say." I Answer. Gabe looked me in the eyes and said once again "Like Who?". I realised that this man helped me once and could help me again if I tell him. "Wilfred" I slowly say. Gabe then questioned me about who Wilfred was and what happened to him. Saying all this made me feel like I had been stabbed, I knew it was the right thing to do though...
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself): -Other Information:
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned
Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: iomegadrive1 Name and last name: Chris (I'd like to keep my last name private if I could thanks) How old are you? 20 Are you Mature: most of the time Do you like RP servers: I love roleplay, I've never been in a roleplay on minecraft but I do it with freinds (D&D) and I play some other roleplay online. What do you think about the server: Reminds me of fallout the story line was well constructed and seemed pretty realistic; SO far I am liking it! Good Grammar: Yes / No I'd like to think so. Gender?: Male. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central Time Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Im into international affairs and gaming, I skate a bit and like to get drunk on the weekends, I am a socialite and can't be away from people for to long. Why you would be a good addition to the server: I have roleplayed on the internet and with friends for over four years now, and I think I could be a good character and asset to the community. Describe yourself in one word: Social How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 10+ hours What do you know about roleplaying?: I know how to create and maintain a good character and thats really what it all comes down to, how well you can be your character. What do you expect this server will be like?: Very awesome What is your past roleplaying experience?: Four years of inline and social roleplaying. What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? haven't played minecrat roleplay. How long have you played minecraft?: Almost 3 years Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): Yes, I was on a roleplaying server. Several people in a faction were mods and abused their power and powergamed. I called them out and was banned. That is it. Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yeah I read the rules, I agree with all of them, except for abandoned cities; IM not sure why you can't occupy them as a place of shelter from hoards of mutants and raiders. Have you read and do you understand the lore? Yep What is a slime called on the server? "Unknown" I think Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) No... Do You Have a Referral, if so who?: no Do you have a microphone?: Yes Will you be active on our Mumble?: If it helps the experiance. Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I enjoy role-playing and I really like international affairs, I like the idea of the server and I think that It would be a fun and strong role-playing community that I could really sink my teeth into.
In-Character: Character Name: Hugo "Koonie" Mchune Background / Who are you?:
Hugo was born in the wastelands, when and what year was something Hugo never found out, his childhood is something of a mystery. what he can remember of his parents is never good, coughing and images of vomit splattered on the floor spring to his mind whenever he thinks back to that time in his life. Hugo's parents died when he was very young, and only by fluke chance has he managed to survive.
Hugo was born in the toxic wastelands so he didn't get the luxury of a crafting Node he had to scavenge one for himself, when he was still young Hugo discovered the body of a dead man, crafting node still on and active, curious Hugo took it, He began to craft objects, tools and weapons to help him survive, Hugo never spent much time building, usually he found caves or dug into cliffs to stay for the night.
However life wasn't always fine and dandy, surviving for Hugo was an everyday thing but that didn't make it any easier. battle after battle with the mutant animals of the wastes had left him spent, but what truly changed Hugo was the impact of other people fighting against him, other travellers so corrupted by the world they lived in they would try to kill him or steal his things, and slowly Hugo lost his faith in humanity.
Trial after trial left Hugo shaky and paranoid for his life, he would hide in the bottom of deep caves and cry deeply, often Hugo would talk to himself and create characters that he would play and interact with. With nobody else to spend time with Hugo lost his mind to the wastes, he became a ruthless fighter and would kill anything that came upon him. It was only when he started to grow sick that he regained some of his sanity and sought a way to fix it.
As Hugo's sickness worsened his determination and brutality grew, he was determined to survive each day; Hugo saw each day as a defiance of the horrible wastelands that he lived in. though his wanderings were aimless he liked to believe that he was doing some good for the wastes unfortunately this wasn't the case, Hugo had become the very thing he feared, and it was only chance that redeemed him.
One night on his travels Hugo encountered a family of three, two parents and a small child, they had taken shelter in one of his favourite caves, and lit the place up with a large fire. Hugo was enraged, blind with anger and before the child could let out it's first cry of horror Hugo's hand was around the fathers throat bashing him into the rocky wall. The rest of the family cowered at the back of the cave as the blood splattered out onto the rocks, Hugo dropped the man almost as fast as he had grabbed him, in a step he was across to the back of the cave stifling the mother and suffocating her with his bare hands, The child had stopped crying and simply watched eyes still watering. Finally Hugo gripped onto the torn shirt of the Little boy and lifted him into the air, again the child began to cry, and beg 'W-what have I d-d-done!' Hugo clamped his hand around the child's mouth and threw it on the flames. As the child flew through the air time seemed to slow, flashes of his own childhood long forgotten resurfaced, Hugo saw his mother vomiting in a corner of a dank room, his father lying on the floor dead before him. the Images changed, a man stood over his mother smiling and licking his lips, his hand on his belt buckle. Hugo fell to the floor, as the Child he threw began to burn; The images flashed again and Hugo was running this time, running from the man, running from his dead parents, and all Hugo could hear were the dying wails of a dying child. and then silence greeted him.
From that day on Hugo changed; his life had taken a different turn, he decided to follow a rumour, somewhere out there were colonies of people, doctors medicines, something that could help him get over this god damned sickness, and he knew that he would reach it. Hugo's lust for blood had been put to rest he again fought only for his survival rather than blindly killing everything in his path. Hugo had begun his search for the cure that would save his life.
Character Family: Deceased Character Age: Undetermined Late Teens - Early Twenties Character Appearance:? Unshaven and dirty, scavenged and patched together clothes. Character Personality:? Determined but ruthless if anything gets in his way. Occupation: None Can your character read or write? No, Hugo was never taught to read and write, as there was never anybody around him to teach him how even his spoken English can be sloppy and difficult to understand Can your character mine? Yes, constantly on the run Hugo had to adapt to the harsh surroundings around him, and being able to quickly dig his way into cliff-sides, or search for caves was an invaluable asset that Hugo learnt early on in his travels as a survival mechanism. Can your character build? No, Hugo never had the time to build, perhaps if he took the time to build something he wouldn't have needed to constantly move,. but Hugo wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Can your character fight? Yes, Fighting came second nature to Hugo, it had to, otherwise he woul not have survived the harsh conditions of the wastes, the only way that Hugo got anywhere was to learn how to fight, and he did so by consistently trying his hardest against every foe. Eventually he developed a rag-tag style of his own. Can you make tools?: Yes, after the Discovery of the crafting node Hugo had picked up the ability to craft tools, alot of his early crafting was trial and error; and in the early days he consistently made things that you would find in an abstract arts museum. but over time he grew better, and began to create basic axes from stone and wood, over the years his skill progressed and he found he had a natural talent for crafting. Can you farm?: No, Hugo doesn't know the wonders of farming the only plants that he needed to survive in the wastes were the trees for lumber, nothing else was really important to him. farming is time consuming and Hugo simply didn't have the time or the skill to create flourishing farms. Any special skills? Endurance, Huge can run for kilometres before slowing down or needing to stop. Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: He has a fairly advanced radiation sickness and is developing a severe lung problem, and has a badly deformed left hand and forearm which curves at a strange angle. Character Fears: Hugo feared Fuelbots from an early age, they were his more terrifying opponent, the loud hiss when they were near haunted his thoughts and dreams, it was initailly just a childhood fear but as time past Hugo became more and more paranoid of the horrible robotic nightmares that stalked the waste and if anything mimicked sounds made by Fuelbots Hugo had a tendency to lash out in a rage.
Hugo is also terrified of incredibly bright lights, and often hides during the sunrise and sunset when the sun is at it's brightest. the fear of flames makes him think back to a time when he murdered an entire family and killed a child in a large fire, since then he has not been able to look directly at torchlight or any light source. Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: Early in his travels, prior to his discovery of his Crafting Node Hugo encountered another traveller, or so he thought, Hugo came to trust the man and they travelled together fro some time, but after a while Hugo suspected that his other traveller was stealing food from him, So Hugo confronted the other traveller. IN a flash Hugo's "Comrade" grabbed onto Hugo and smashed him face first down into the ground; Hugo shattered the bones in his left arm. Filled with rage Hugo gripped tightly onto a rock with his right hand and leaped onto his "comrade's" head bringing the rock down into the man's head as he landed onto his chest killing him instantly. Hugo crashed to the ground after the battle sobbing he had been seriously hurt, but this was the day that he lost his faith in the common good of humanity and began to mistrust everything around him, Hugo became a changed man. A screenshot / description of your skin: [Currently I can't change my skin but when I do] Tattered clothes, with a brown pair of shoes, dark green pants, a very unkempt hair style and beard. A bright blue eye is visible under his mane of brown dirty hair. 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 see.
That really is sad if people simply decided to not work then. Hopefully a majority of the experienced roleplayers out there can group together once more.
~Vladimir Lenin
So, why don't you put applications for builder or something? Many people may want to help after all.
Sucks to see such a great server go to .
Ohai.
I dunno about other people from there, the fallout rp server community kind of went to after Rev's last Vault.
Bro that's probably about as likely as martians landing and giving us super weapons. Some of us are pretty ed at each other. We became too close if anything XD.
i looled to hard
-How old are you?(Don't lie): 16
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I am a 16-year old girl who likes to play video games for fun. I'm in an Early College Program to get my Associates degreen Earlier than others, so I won't be able to play so very often.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: As much as my classes will let me, about 6 hours a week.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since the old 1.5 update.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know that in roleplaying, people don't take it kindley if you meta-game or power-game. I don't do it IRL, but I've been Minecraft rping for about a year now. I like playing dedicated roleplay servers thatrequire you to make a character, it's very amussing.(Sorry if i misspelled something there.)
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be good, from what I've seen online it seems to be pretty decent.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've done servers like Lord of the Craft, Iriliath, a bunch of fallout Rps.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I respect the rules.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read, and understand the rules.
-How did you hear about us?: I was searching for good roleplay servers and this came up, I clicked and I read, and I like it.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?:If I have time then i will consider it.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Eslie Corona
-Biography: Eslie was born in 2205, in a small shack in the middle of the wasteland. Her father, Samuel Corona, was slowly going insane, he wasn't good at staying in the same general area for an extended period of time, he literaly thought that he would die of boredom. Samuel was a scientist who spent most of his life in the house, and when he was 20, he decided to spiff up the place. He was 35 now and he was able to build in a basement where he would do experiments on various animals and mutated creatures of the wastes. Eslie's mother, Monica Corona, wore the pants in the family. She was the one who would go out to hunt down the mutated cows and pigs. She was a born killer, and would do anything to survive. They also had a pet SP2, named J3R-E, this was a newly built robot so its fabric wasn't radiated.
Her mother taught Eslie everything she knew, how to fight, how to mine, how to survive, and how to care for herself. Her father tried to teach her about the creatures that roamed the wasteland, the robots, mutants, and other things of that nature. However, not much of this information went to Eslie, she had a very active imagination. Instead of wanting to go hunting with her mom, she rather play around with J3R-E, and she never wanted to dissect the pigs or cook dinner, she liked messing around with the fuelbots at night.
It was Eslie’s 14th birthday and her mother was sick of her not wanting to pitch in with the house work, or helping them find animals to cook, so Eslie was sent out to a nearby radiation pit to see if there are any washed up power cells that could be used in making weaponry for her. She was only able to find about 4 power cells, but they were soaked the acidic rain drops from an earlier acid rain storm, and they were beginning to melt through the gloves that her father gave her. When she returned to her house there were many malfunctioned fuelbots crowded around the house, and the front door was open. Eslie was too afraid to go near the house, and then in an instant, the droids began crashing and sparking up. She bolted towards the house, but couldn’t get inside because some robots blocked the way. She grabbed the bot and shoved it out of her way. She saw her parents, but before she could do get to them, each of the fuelbots blew up, one by one. Eslie was frozen from shock, and then she felt a pair of arms pushing her out, and hen a big explosion blew her away from the house. When she got back up, she saw nothing but rubble, dust, and the bodiless feet of the fuelbots around the house. Eslie went in to investigate and fell straight down when she entered the doorway, leading her into the basement. She found all sorts of stuff that her father made, armor, robots, and a special sword that had wrapping paper around it. There was a tag on it that read, ”Arm yourself, be safe. Love, your loving parents.” Now that there was nobody to watch over her, nowhere to live, her only goal in life, from this point on, was to survive.
-Character Family: Mother: Monica Corona, Father: Samuel Corona, Pet: J3R-E (SP2)
-Character Age: 14
-Character Appearance: She wears a dark-colored dress and skirt. She wears a blue, torn bow on the back of her head, pink and white striped scarf, and brown shoes. She has white skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair, she also has heterochromia, making her eye colors blue and dark blue.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Elsie is a caring person, but will still do anything to survive. She isn't formerly educated, so she normally needs help doing certain things that her parents never taught her to do, or at least things that she wasn’t able to comprehend, as a child.
-Occupation: Hunter
-Can your character read or write?: To an extent.
-Can your character mine?: Yes
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): No.
-Can your character fight?: Yes
-Can your character farm?: No
-Does your character have any special skills?: She has amazing strength and is very good at heavy lifting. She is a skilled fighter, but when it comes to everyday tasks, she normally needs help.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Eslie doesn’t have any mental disabilities, but she isn’t well educated and can be very dopey at times.
-Character Fears: She does not like cats, deep water, any of the wasteland creatures, or odd-looking people.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): Eslie is lifting gold out of a mineshaft and a raider ambushes her. HE shoots and arrow at her knee, but she throws her knife and hits him in between the eyes. She doesn’t know what to do so she searches the dead raider’s pockets for a band aid, and finds one. She painfully yanks the arrow out of her knee and puts the band aid over the wound.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn and a png of the skin itself):
Pancham, Breloom, Mankey
-Minecraft Account Name: Zilten
-How old are you?(Don't lie): 12 (a few days until 13)
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT, England
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Im a gamer who tried day in and day out to add more to my game. Im also interested in the apocolypse
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: 5-7 days depending on school
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Somewhere about 1.6-1.7
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Apocolyptic role play (building bunkers, not going out in the day without armour)
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Fun since I'm interested in the apocolypse
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've played on too many servers so I cant remember all of their names
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Can't Remember
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes
-How did you hear about us?: Google
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: No
In-Character:
-Character Name: Mark
-Biography: Used to be a dad, then the apocolypse came. Mark ran away to find shelter leaving his wife and kids.
-Character Family: Just Mark, The whereabouts of the rest of his family are unknown, possibly dead.
-Character Age: 22
-Character Appearance: Scar on right eye, wears a medical eye patch and has ruined clothes. Wears no shoes
-Character Personality: Strong and silent, he only talks when he either wants to trade or feels alone (Any fatal flaws?):
-Occupation: Used to be a game designer for Giga-Corp, then when the apocolypse came he had to leave.
-Can your character read or write?: Yes, he leared from a phone like device left in the ground
-Can your character mine?: Yes, but he can only mine with tools as his bare hands are too bloodied and damadged to mine bare handed
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): Yes, in his spare time he builds survival camps out of wood for other survivalists out there
-Can your character fight?: Yes. He fights daily with fuel bots and mutants for survival, he also kills SP2's to use their wool as a building material for survival tents
-Can your character farm?: Yes, It is one of his many skills that pleases him due to food being a shortage.
-Does your character have any special skills?: The only special skill he has is handling a gun.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He's half blind due to him having a scar over his right eye. He protects the wound by wearing a medical eye patch that he covers with alchohol daily to steralise any bacteria that gets in. Due to him not wearing the eye patch when he sleeps he suffers mild amnesia from time to time forgeting that he has made certain things.
-Character Fears: He is wierdly scared of mushrooms and claims them as Demons of the ground. When he does find a mushroom he tries to kill it or bribes people to get rid of it.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):
"Hello?" Said a voice. "Are you dead?" "Leave Him, Even if he is alive he won't stand a chance when he wakes up to find his very flesh being eaten alive by mutants"Another voice said. "Uuuugh" I mumble as I slowly open my eyes to find two people conferring. "Look! He's alive!"excitedly said by the person who found me. "QUIET!" shouted the second person. "We don't want the mutants finding him, we might aswell introduce outselves. Im Gabe and this chap here is luke. You don't look so well and that scar can't go untreated. Stay at out place for the night." "It's fine." I say as I finger my pockets trying to find my Eye Patch. Atlast, I find a small wooly patch attached to some string. As I fit it onto my head and over eye I feel a cold hand touching my shoulder. As I turn around I find a mangled face, I quickly get up and Shout "MUTANTS!" I try to reach for my gun but alas the mutants are too close to the gun. I tremble as the mutant slowly creeps to feed on me. All of a sudden, I hear a gun shot and notice a hole in the mutants chest as It screeches out "EEEEEEERRrrrrrrrr." I notice Gabe holding a GAT and Luke holding a baseball bat. "Was it REALLY fine" Gabe Chuckled. "Thanks for saving me out there Gabe. If It wasn't for you I would of ended up like..."I Stopped Mid Sentence "Like Who?" Gabe Questioned. "No, no it's stupid I won't Say." I Answer. Gabe looked me in the eyes and said once again "Like Who?". I realised that this man helped me once and could help me again if I tell him. "Wilfred" I slowly say. Gabe then questioned me about who Wilfred was and what happened to him. Saying all this made me feel like I had been stabbed, I knew it was the right thing to do though...
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):
-Other Information:
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned
Minecraft Account Name: iomegadrive1
Name and last name: Chris (I'd like to keep my last name private if I could thanks)
How old are you? 20
Are you Mature: most of the time
Do you like RP servers: I love roleplay, I've never been in a roleplay on minecraft but I do it with freinds (D&D) and I play some other roleplay online.
What do you think about the server: Reminds me of fallout the story line was well constructed and seemed pretty realistic; SO far I am liking it!
Good Grammar: Yes / No I'd like to think so.
Gender?: Male.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central Time
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Im into international affairs and gaming, I skate a bit and like to get drunk on the weekends, I am a socialite and can't be away from people for to long.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I have roleplayed on the internet and with friends for over four years now, and I think I could be a good character and asset to the community.
Describe yourself in one word: Social
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 10+ hours
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know how to create and maintain a good character and thats really what it all comes down to, how well you can be your character.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Very awesome
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Four years of inline and social roleplaying.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? haven't played minecrat roleplay.
How long have you played minecraft?: Almost 3 years
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): Yes, I was on a roleplaying server. Several people in a faction were mods and abused their power and powergamed. I called them out and was banned. That is it.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yeah I read the rules, I agree with all of them, except for abandoned cities; IM not sure why you can't occupy them as a place of shelter from hoards of mutants and raiders.
Have you read and do you understand the lore? Yep
What is a slime called on the server? "Unknown" I think
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) No...
Do You Have a Referral, if so who?: no
Do you have a microphone?: Yes
Will you be active on our Mumble?: If it helps the experiance.
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I enjoy role-playing and I really like international affairs, I like the idea of the server and I think that It would be a fun and strong role-playing community that I could really sink my teeth into.
In-Character:
Character Name: Hugo "Koonie" Mchune
Background / Who are you?:
Hugo was born in the wastelands, when and what year was something Hugo never found out, his childhood is something of a mystery. what he can remember of his parents is never good, coughing and images of vomit splattered on the floor spring to his mind whenever he thinks back to that time in his life. Hugo's parents died when he was very young, and only by fluke chance has he managed to survive.
Hugo was born in the toxic wastelands so he didn't get the luxury of a crafting Node he had to scavenge one for himself, when he was still young Hugo discovered the body of a dead man, crafting node still on and active, curious Hugo took it, He began to craft objects, tools and weapons to help him survive, Hugo never spent much time building, usually he found caves or dug into cliffs to stay for the night.
However life wasn't always fine and dandy, surviving for Hugo was an everyday thing but that didn't make it any easier. battle after battle with the mutant animals of the wastes had left him spent, but what truly changed Hugo was the impact of other people fighting against him, other travellers so corrupted by the world they lived in they would try to kill him or steal his things, and slowly Hugo lost his faith in humanity.
Trial after trial left Hugo shaky and paranoid for his life, he would hide in the bottom of deep caves and cry deeply, often Hugo would talk to himself and create characters that he would play and interact with. With nobody else to spend time with Hugo lost his mind to the wastes, he became a ruthless fighter and would kill anything that came upon him. It was only when he started to grow sick that he regained some of his sanity and sought a way to fix it.
As Hugo's sickness worsened his determination and brutality grew, he was determined to survive each day; Hugo saw each day as a defiance of the horrible wastelands that he lived in. though his wanderings were aimless he liked to believe that he was doing some good for the wastes unfortunately this wasn't the case, Hugo had become the very thing he feared, and it was only chance that redeemed him.
One night on his travels Hugo encountered a family of three, two parents and a small child, they had taken shelter in one of his favourite caves, and lit the place up with a large fire. Hugo was enraged, blind with anger and before the child could let out it's first cry of horror Hugo's hand was around the fathers throat bashing him into the rocky wall. The rest of the family cowered at the back of the cave as the blood splattered out onto the rocks, Hugo dropped the man almost as fast as he had grabbed him, in a step he was across to the back of the cave stifling the mother and suffocating her with his bare hands, The child had stopped crying and simply watched eyes still watering. Finally Hugo gripped onto the torn shirt of the Little boy and lifted him into the air, again the child began to cry, and beg 'W-what have I d-d-done!' Hugo clamped his hand around the child's mouth and threw it on the flames. As the child flew through the air time seemed to slow, flashes of his own childhood long forgotten resurfaced, Hugo saw his mother vomiting in a corner of a dank room, his father lying on the floor dead before him. the Images changed, a man stood over his mother smiling and licking his lips, his hand on his belt buckle. Hugo fell to the floor, as the Child he threw began to burn; The images flashed again and Hugo was running this time, running from the man, running from his dead parents, and all Hugo could hear were the dying wails of a dying child. and then silence greeted him.
From that day on Hugo changed; his life had taken a different turn, he decided to follow a rumour, somewhere out there were colonies of people, doctors medicines, something that could help him get over this god damned sickness, and he knew that he would reach it. Hugo's lust for blood had been put to rest he again fought only for his survival rather than blindly killing everything in his path. Hugo had begun his search for the cure that would save his life.
Character Family: Deceased
Character Age: Undetermined Late Teens - Early Twenties
Character Appearance:? Unshaven and dirty, scavenged and patched together clothes.
Character Personality:? Determined but ruthless if anything gets in his way.
Occupation: None
Can your character read or write? No, Hugo was never taught to read and write, as there was never anybody around him to teach him how even his spoken English can be sloppy and difficult to understand
Can your character mine? Yes, constantly on the run Hugo had to adapt to the harsh surroundings around him, and being able to quickly dig his way into cliff-sides, or search for caves was an invaluable asset that Hugo learnt early on in his travels as a survival mechanism.
Can your character build? No, Hugo never had the time to build, perhaps if he took the time to build something he wouldn't have needed to constantly move,. but Hugo wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Can your character fight? Yes, Fighting came second nature to Hugo, it had to, otherwise he woul not have survived the harsh conditions of the wastes, the only way that Hugo got anywhere was to learn how to fight, and he did so by consistently trying his hardest against every foe. Eventually he developed a rag-tag style of his own.
Can you make tools?: Yes, after the Discovery of the crafting node Hugo had picked up the ability to craft tools, alot of his early crafting was trial and error; and in the early days he consistently made things that you would find in an abstract arts museum. but over time he grew better, and began to create basic axes from stone and wood, over the years his skill progressed and he found he had a natural talent for crafting.
Can you farm?: No, Hugo doesn't know the wonders of farming the only plants that he needed to survive in the wastes were the trees for lumber, nothing else was really important to him. farming is time consuming and Hugo simply didn't have the time or the skill to create flourishing farms.
Any special skills? Endurance, Huge can run for kilometres before slowing down or needing to stop.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: He has a fairly advanced radiation sickness and is developing a severe lung problem, and has a badly deformed left hand and forearm which curves at a strange angle.
Character Fears: Hugo feared Fuelbots from an early age, they were his more terrifying opponent, the loud hiss when they were near haunted his thoughts and dreams, it was initailly just a childhood fear but as time past Hugo became more and more paranoid of the horrible robotic nightmares that stalked the waste and if anything mimicked sounds made by Fuelbots Hugo had a tendency to lash out in a rage.
Hugo is also terrified of incredibly bright lights, and often hides during the sunrise and sunset when the sun is at it's brightest. the fear of flames makes him think back to a time when he murdered an entire family and killed a child in a large fire, since then he has not been able to look directly at torchlight or any light source.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: Early in his travels, prior to his discovery of his Crafting Node Hugo encountered another traveller, or so he thought, Hugo came to trust the man and they travelled together fro some time, but after a while Hugo suspected that his other traveller was stealing food from him, So Hugo confronted the other traveller. IN a flash Hugo's "Comrade" grabbed onto Hugo and smashed him face first down into the ground; Hugo shattered the bones in his left arm. Filled with rage Hugo gripped tightly onto a rock with his right hand and leaped onto his "comrade's" head bringing the rock down into the man's head as he landed onto his chest killing him instantly. Hugo crashed to the ground after the battle sobbing he had been seriously hurt, but this was the day that he lost his faith in the common good of humanity and began to mistrust everything around him, Hugo became a changed man.
A screenshot / description of your skin: [Currently I can't change my skin but when I do] Tattered clothes, with a brown pair of shoes, dark green pants, a very unkempt hair style and beard. A bright blue eye is visible under his mane of brown dirty hair.
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.
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