On the poll... Why aren't magnets a choice? Just wondering.
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"Words start and stop wars; create and destroy relationships; encourage and shatter dreams; calm and excite emotions; free and enslave minds." -L. Hall
hey guys,its very important to stay active in both forums!
here you help with the outside comunity and help the server be known,you can make brief talks and help around.
in the oficial pagemyou help all our comunity in game,you can know the server and help it change,please check out the polls and important stuff!
both of them are very important,but seriously,there are people that have only 4 posts on both of em,and know the server just enough to be accepted,sp,yeah,check both forums out! :smile.gif:
hey guys,its very important to stay active in both forums!
here you help with the outside comunity and help the server be known,you can make brief talks and help around.
in the oficial pagemyou help all our comunity in game,you can know the server and help it change,please check out the polls and important stuff!
both of them are very important,but seriously,there are people that have only 4 posts on both of em,and know the server just enough to be accepted,sp,yeah,check both forums out! :smile.gif:
Well, I've been waiting for 4 days to get my new app reviewed. And no one has yet. So I decided to re-edit the original one, then repost it so it can FINALLY get reviewed. Sorry and thanks!
Fourth Application
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I can type and write with proper grammar. Although sometimes I forget about typing with proper grammar.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm quirky and high-spirited, hoping to make friends and have fun. Although do to my ADHD, I occasionally get mood swings (About 1 in 3 months?).
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
It will change from time to time, but seeing as this server is a place of refined role-playing, I'll try to be on as often as I can.
How long have you played minecraft?: I have been playing since Infdev, so I know quite a lot about the game.
What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I understand that roleplaying has different rules and expectations from other servers. Gotta respect other people and their characters, and gotta fit into the scene. I've been roleplaying for about 2 years, my most recent escapade being a "roleplaying" minecraft server that I disliked. I usually play as a more "outlandish" guy when roleplaying. Not ridiculously different, but just a bit strange.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Full of kind and mature players, with a well maintained administration and management system. Excuse me for my little rushed application I entered in before. Now I know how serious you guys are.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've played all kinds of servers, ranging from creative servers, adventuring servers, other roleplaying servers, and puzzle servers. I left them due to the immaturity of some players that are part of those server communities.
Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I've been banned twice, both from different creative servers. First time was when I switched around signs during this year's April Fools day and accidentally created a chaotic confusion that lead to my ban. The other time was when I defended an alleged griefer, and was subsequently banned because of some evidence suggesting that I helped the griever. It was later revealed that other people have grieved, and I am currently welcome at that server.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:
Alright, my first time around, I skimmed through the rules and got the basic idea. After extended reading of the rules, I fulling understand them. Although, I think the "dead character" rule is slightly extreme, but pushes players to carefully play. But otherwise, these rules are well thought out and genuine, such as the breakable blocks rule, the mutant rule, and the raiding system. I entirely agree with all the rules, and think they are fair and crucial to keeping balance in the server.
Now the lore:
The lore is very well thought out and original, no cliched situations like "Great War because of racism", but more focused on possible modern problems, and thinking of an extreme version of it. Has one of the events on the timeline happened in the server? Otherwise, I'm happy to abide by these laws and role-play as such.
What is a slime called on this server?:
It doesn't really have a name, its just a moving pile of radiated sludge.
How did you hear about us?:
I was browsing the forums for worthwhile RP servers when I came across a very promising looking one (THIS ONE!!!).
Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:
I'm not much of a talker, so no, I probably won't download Mumble. I don't think I'll get to any administration rank anyway.
In-Character:
Character Name: Simon Jenkins
Biography:
The Jenkins family is a line of tinkerers, adventurers, and idiots. Even before the war, these brave but slightly dull men and women spelunked down caves, made robots, and sustained injuries on a regular basis. Even after the multiple wars and genocidal robots, the line of daring buffoons saw the wasteland to be a new opportunity for having fun and risking their lives. From exploring crumbling buildings, to beating the living **** out of invading raiders, life finally seemed like a challenge.
Simon is an exception to some of the family "rules". Sure, he was a phenomenal tinkerer, and a bit of an idiot. But he was no dummy, nor a brave "adventurer". Other people of his age did call him dumb because of his family. So he often sat in the shed behind their family home and made robots to entertain him. His older sister, Alice often came around him and comforted him, trying to improve his self esteem. His father and mother both were out of the house a lot. Simon grew to only love his older sister and his robots.
When he was 10 years old, his father was sober enough to call him down to the living room for a surprise. "This is a Pee Ai Aye, sonneh! It gonna help you live easier in this post apokee-leptic place. Every boy and gal gets his Pee Ai Aye when he or she is 10. SO you can have this!" He clipped on the device, patted him on the back and sent him off. The boy tinkered with the computer that was bound to his wrist. He couldn't take it off, nor could he stop using it. The miniature crafting table helped him make tools to help him tinker and build. The inventory system let him keep his robots instead of storing them in the shed. It was a dream come true.
13 years old. Simon was sitting on his usual spot in the shed, working on a circuit system, when he heard a large smacking and clawing noise outside. He peered out, curious of the noise. What he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life. The ground was crimson with blood and guts. His father and mother was being eaten by strange humans with large teeth and large arms. One of them spotted him, and immediately ran toward and slashed open his upheld wrist. Terrified, he ran inside the house and was pulled into the closet by Alice. "Sshh Simon, don't worry…" "What are them things Alice? They were eaten' momma and poppa!" "Quiet down a bit! They're mutants, people exposed and mutated by radiation. We need to RUN!!"
And so they ran into the wasteland. Alice dragged Simon along, teaching him how to survive and how to live off the land as they ran. Simon himself had no idea about where he was going, but he was too scared to think. They ran on for miles, Alice on alert for villages or houses. At night, they would find a comfy shrub to sleep under. After what seemed like months, they finally arrived at a row of houses, inhabited by people. Alice collapsed when she arrived, catching the attention of an older man who would later become their guardian.
Uncle Ed let them stay at his shack. He nursed both of them backed to health, and cared for them. Often times, Simon would see Uncle Ed tinkering on something he referred to as a workbench. Often times, Uncle Ed would also teach Simon how to make weapons and such. Alice woke around 3 days after she collapsed. She often asked Uncle Ed "Why did you save us?". He always answered with "Ya can't change your fate" It was a life of peace, seemingly unalterable bliss. Working with Uncle Ed, he helped him around his junk shop, building contraptions and gadgets for his savior to sell.
It was when he was 19. Uncle Ed and Alice were both talking about Simon, and he himself was half asleep on this bed. There was a loud knocking on the door. Alice walked up and opened it, only to fall back, clutching at an arrow that had pierced her guts. Uncle Ed immediately ran back and armed his sword, and got shot several times in the head. Simon was horrified. And viscously angry. He grabbed Ed's sword and swiftly mutilated one of the men that had killed the last of his family. The others proceeded to shoot his head, supposedly killing Simon.
He awoke on a bed with no one around him. His head was throbbing, but for some reason, not punctured. The bed was in a dimly lit room with a view over a street occupied by people. He got up and opened the window, yelling "THanks yawl for saving me!". He saw a set of leather clothing on the a chair, with a note scrawled on it. "You owe us one. Get helping!" He donned the jacket, and set out on a journey to find the men that tried to kill him. And to meet the people who saved his sorry ass. And help. Which ever comes first.
Character Family:
Momma and Poppa Jenkins (Mom and dad) Both are like a combination between a yokel and an adventurer. They're also heavy drinkers, although they don't get violent when they're drunk.
Alice Jenkins (Older sister) A kind, smart, and considerate young lady.
Uncle Ed (Guardian) 50 year old survivor who lives in a shack in a repopulated town.
Character Age: 19
Character Appearance: Black hair, peach skin, pronounced scar over left eye. Often wears his leather jacket that he found over his red-white shirt. The shirt was a shirt that was knit by Alice during their time living with Uncle Ed.
Character Personality: Outgoing and friendly yokel type person. Although a bit on the slow side. He often gets emotional when faced with the death of a friend or person. He also loves robots and tinkering, often hesitating to kill fuel bots or securo-bots. (Any fatal flaws?): He has an intense hatred for mutants, and is driven to find the people that tried to kill him. This goal could get him killed, but it is the main motivation for him to travel with the survivors
Occupation: Tinkerer, adventurer, and wanderer. Life's confusing for the poor young yokel, but as long as he has people to exact revenge upon and friends, he'll do anything and is willing to learn of things.
Can your character read or write?: Simon's mother often pulled him out of his shed when she wasn't adventuring and tried to teach him how to read and write. He sure can read now, but he can't write a sentence without a few misspelled words.
Can your character mine?:
Due to his family's love for spelunking, Simon enjoys digging dirt with a shovel, but can only mine ores, not stone due to his inexperience with mining profusely. He is scared of dark caves, so he often only mines power cells and gears that appear on the surface. He can still enter lit mines if he's with other people, but isn't much use when getting through cave-ins.
Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.):
His time running from his home allowed Alice to teach him the basics of building. During his time living with Uncle Ed, he often tried building things. Although he needs a bit more practice with setting up a neat home, he can definitely build a decent shelter. He also loves helping other people, so he's learning quickly.
Can your character fight?:
His intense hatred for mutants and his burst of anger when he saw Alice and Ed get killed taught him a valuable lesson. In any situation at any time, you have to know how to defend yourself. He fights best when he's angry, combatting mutants, and armed with a baseball bat.
Can your character farm?:
Simon can't do tedious work, thats for sure. But farming? He doesn't know whether to plant the wheat or the seed. Cannot farm at all...
Does your character have any special skills?:
Simon loves to tinker and build, often creating tools to help him explore the wasteland. He also has the amazing ability to look on the bright side of things constantly. Would probably get annoying during serious tragedies.
Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He is a bit… Stupid. He loves telling stories and being carefree, often getting him into danger. His unawareness to his discomfort at times often gets him far. Oh, and he's got a deep scar over his left eye from the shot in the head he received. A defining feature, but pretty ugly looking. His shot in the head also occasionally gives him debilitating headaches.
Character Fears:
As well as hating mutants, he's also afraid of them. Often a problem when he's trying to exact revenge on the beasts. He also is scared of dark caves. This fear developed from the assumption that mutants come from caves. Prevents him from mining stone and entering unlit caverns. Still can traverse through lit mines, provided he's with someone.
DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
He got shot in the leg AGAIN. "Damn raiders think they own the whole world" thought Simon. He had become accustomed to the feel of a sharp arrow piercing his skin. But he was not accustomed to the feeling of poison rushing into his system. Clutching his leg, he took aim with his own gun, and shot a load of arrows into the little bugger. Looking down, his pant leg was being soaked with blood, and his leg stung like a *****. Limping his way to an alley of a building, he sat down, ripped out the arrow, and tore a strip of cloth to wrap the wound in. Suddenly, he felt a sense of nausea and vertigo.
Radiation. The feeling of nuclear poisoning was unmistakable. Jumping up with a start, Simon backed away from the corner, only to be tripped by a stray piece of rubble. Cursing his clumsiness, he got back up and crawled into the building next to the alleyway. Worried that the radiation might have effected his leg wound, he looked down to see his pants looked as if he pissed blood. His head felt light, and his eyes felt droopy. Suddenly, he regurgitated, emptying his stomach of anxious bile. It bought him a little respite. He slumped down and opened his inventory, eating his emergency apple. The nutrients and freshness of the fruit soothed his pain, and helped him relax.
Now for the hard part. His friends often told him to "disinfect" the wound if it got affected by radiation. Simon did not like the sound of the word. Nor did he like what he had to do to ensure his survival. Pulling out some disinfectant oil that his friend gave him, he sloppily applied it to his leg wound. He yelped in pain, clutching his wound and trying to snuff the fire-like feeling he felt on his leg. Mind numbing stinging sensations lanced through his body. The pain got the best of him, and made him slip into unconsciousness.
His dreams were haunted by images of his parents, Alice, and Uncle Ed dying. He couldn't save them because of his leg. More images appeared, depicting amputation of his leg, possible mutations, and even being turned into the mindless monsters that he detested so much. Simon woke up with a start, finding himself under a table in the next room. Despite the faint sting in his leg, the PIA indicated that his leg was recovering rapidly, and that he was no longer poisoned. With renewed energy, he got up and gathered his belongings, and continued his journey.
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Picture(s) of my skin in action
*There seems to be a problem with uploading my skin onto Minecraft at the current moment. For now, I have the picture of my more "cleaner" skin in action. My final skin has dust and some blood added onto myself. **
Other Information:
Excuse me for my first failed attempt for an application. Hope this ones better! Very excited about playing with some mature RP players FINALLY!
Might take time for me to get used to using (()) in OCC, but I'll try as hard as I can!
Damn, 4 hours of editing and revising... Hope this one gets through...
And a bit about my activity:
I love building stuff, and can build a variety of things. I'm gonna have to limit my skill in order to fit my character. I also know a bit about redstone circuitry, programming, and modding. I also donated a bit to the server, because this server looks really promising. The writing and thinking and waiting will definitely be worth it IF I get accepted. Thanks again!
This is my second attempt, hope it's okay, if I need to fix anything please do tell. I worked all day making teh story and contemplating ideas while at school using notepad.
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name:Excalibur42
-How old are you?: 13 1/2
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Australia, Eastern standard Time I think...
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yep.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:In short, I'm that nerdy kid that always gets an A+. Most people reckon I act
like an adult or is "too mature". I'am an insane gamer, MW2, Minecraft and Half-Life are my games of choice, and no, I don't
swear.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 3-5... depends if I wanna play minecraft or level my AK-47.
-How long have you played minecraft?: About a year
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I have been on a semi roleplay server
before, but it wasn't well organized. But I understand how to make a good story and set the scene..In grade 4 we were meant
to write a 1 and a half page story... I wrote a 20 page story, the teacher had me ripping pages out of my book...
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Well considering that the person who wrote the story made it AN INSANE READ
(great story bro) I hope this will be really organized and a serious roleplay, always wanted to go on a good roleplay server
and what I've seen so far looks great!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Wrath Minecraft Server... Im an admin on it, visit it
every now and then...but it isn't well organized and it's dying like an old dog. I still play on the Temperance Minecraft
Server, just so I have a sevrer to do some non-roleplay survival. Im good at juggling things like that. Mw2 on monday, Half
life on tuesday, random on Wednesday, Minecraft rest of the week.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):On a classic server... I was furious at how they treated me so I
kinda went rage on some buildings...
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Rules sound good, Ia'm good with any rules.And
the backstory is AWESOME!!! It'll take a while to get used to the names of stuff.
-What is a slime called on this server?:[Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?:Browsing Forums
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: While my voice is breaking..? Not likely. I'll take it
up with my parents, but they are way too overprotective. I would if I could.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Ezekiel "Zeke" (no last name)
-Biography:
On a musty, dark afternoon, the sun pierced through a sparse cloud and hit the pale skin of Ezekiel. He woke up, and looked
around him. He was in a large smoking crater, the remains of buildings all but dust. What had happened? He stood up slowly,
observing the environment around him. There was no one else in sight. No animals. No life. He stumbled to the rim of the
crater and saw that he was in a ruined town. Burnt, crippled bodies littered the streets. He had no memory of the place.
What had brought him here? What had happened? Questions riddled his mind.
He explored the buidling and found nothing of use. From what he could tell, raiders must have come and taken everything
after the events that killed everyone. None of the bodies were shot or had ben in some sort of a fight. they were all burnt
too a crisp.
Ezekiel made his way to the outskirts of the small village. A weathered sign said "Welcome to Vershaw" in bright, happy
letters. There was nothing left for him here, so Ezekiel went on his way following the road, hoping that maybe he might find
an inhabited town that could tell him more.
Night fell and the sky turned a deep, dark purple. He had to find shelter and fast. Vershaw was a long way back the way he
had come, but there was a large tree overlooking the path. He climbed the tree with skill and made a cosy hollow there. He
grabbed a bird nest and shaped in into a rough pillow. He fell fast asleep from exhaustion.
In the morning he was pecked awake by a strange looking metal thing. A name roughly appeared in his mind..."D2"...
He brushed the D2 away and jumped from the tree. He continued following the path.
Along the way he remembered fragments of his life... a family, the story of the war...suddenly a twig snaps nearby, Ezekiel
is suddenly fully awake from being deep in thought. He quickly hid behind tree stump as a group of 4 Raiders stumble onto
the path.
The raiders barely notice his prescence as they seemed to be in a very important conversation.
"We should have gone North! I told you we should have gone North!!! There is nothing here!" Argued one raider.
"Listen! We'll keep going along this way, there is a large camp further South. We'll meet him there after we trash the
place." retaliated another
"Lets go on then!"
The raiders kept going South without noticing Eziekel. He stood up and realised he had to do something to stop the Raiders
from trashign the village. Without a word he sprinted in the Raiders direction, forming a plan as he ran.
One of the Raiders heard a tree shake nearby. "Hold up!" he said as he signalled the others to stop. He observed the
surroundings and saw nothing. "There's somone here..."
"SMASH!" Zeke came out of the tree landing and knocking out one of the Raiders. Before the Raiders could pull out their
weapons Ezeikel hauled a large branch straight into the next one's face.
"BANG! BANG!"
The last 2 raiders attempted to shoot him but missed as Ezekiel ducked just in time and sweep tripped one of them. His head
cracked as it met the broken concrete and a pool of blood surrounded his tortured face. Before the last raider could click
the trigger Ezekiel lunged forwards and disarmed the Raider, taking his gun and shooting him in the face.
-Character Family:
From his memory he has gathered that he had 2 parents and another brother... he can't remember any of their names however.
-Character Age:36
-Character Appearance:Jet black hair, deep blue eyes and a torn leather jacket with a pair of Xow Leather pants. He has
scrapes all along his body, but he is still strong.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Zeke doesn't have much of a sense of humor and doesn't bother himself with
anything that isn't necessary. However underneath that cold, hard, logical point of view, he does have a heart and will help
anyone that is in need. He is on the gullible side and will believe most things that people tell him. But when he needs
something, he will acquire it in anyway necessary.
-Occupation:
None, but he is skilled in fighting and has some sub-conscious knowledge of how to survive and fight.
-Can your character read or write?: He may have memory loss but he has a keen, intelligent mind and can read and write in
English.
-Can your character mine?:He knows how to make and use a pickaxe, but he has an intense fear of small, tight spaces, the
lady told him it's called Claustrophobia.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He can make a decent shelter and is generally able to build
things after he examined numerous blueprints in a deserted office building.
-Can your character fight?: He is very skillful at fighting, the old lady taught him how to use a bow and arrow and he has
sub-conscious knowledge of fighting with a sword.
-Can your character farm?: No, never tried, never will.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Zeke is an expert fighter, he knows how to use abow and arrow and is skilled
at hand-hand fighting. He has background knowledge in numerous things.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Occasionally Zeke will get incredibly
painful headaches, it may be a side-effect from radiation poisoning.
-Character Fears:Zeke is deathly afraid of tight spaces, for this reason he can't mine.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
(Is it okay if this is a part of my biography?)
Zeke left the camp and went on his way across the high mountains. Withing hours the sky turned dark and acid rain began to
pour. "AH!" Zeke screamed as the rain made contact with his skin. He took shelter at a nearby cave. As he waited for many
hours Zeke began hearing strange further down the cave. Afraid to go any further he stayed at the opening. "MOAN..." a sound
came from the darkness... Zeke turned around and saw a sickly green mutant lunge at him. "AHHHHH!"
Zeke fought the mutant off but not before the mutant dismembered his left arm. Bleeding, and fatigued he had no choice but
to find some sort of water source to clean his wound before it got infected. He shivered and gave a painful grunt as he
stood up. He realized the rain had stopped. Nearby there was a raging waterfall, a deep green colour from the acid. He
couldn't possibly wash his arm in that so he had no choice but to go furtehr intto the cave and hope he would find a clean
water source.
"This is a bad idea...I know this is a bad idea..." He groaned as he steadily made his way through the network of tunnels.
"TARGET DETECTED" whined a nearby Fuel-Bot. "Crap" He grabbed a rock with his good hand and threw it with all his might at
the bot. "WHACK" The stone made a deep resonating thud. "PREMATURE EXPLOSION PROTOCOL ENGAGED" "BOOM!!!!!" The Fuel-Bot
exploded and left the poor Ezekiel burnt and scarred. "GAHH!" He groaned in pain. But what a twist of fate, the explosion
revealed a small underground lake. He washed his wound and retraced his steps, thankfully getting out of the horrid cave.
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That doesn't happen with me, it updates when I log in no matter what I do...
I beleive the problem may be that you don't have the latest browser, as this has occurred to other I have spoken with. Simply delete minecraft.exe and the new one will be downloaded, with the update options.
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That's a very nice everything you have there...
Mr Astley is a proud member of society
Sorry, but i have to say no. We need people who can good grammar in game. I don't want you samming fail grammar in game 24/7. Go and learn better English amd then you might get in :biggrin.gif:
Did you really read my app? I improved my grammar. At least give my an example about my mistakes in the app.
Hey Dan, for some reason my name converted back to my username, can you tell me the people who can change it? I'll ask them in game next time I see them :biggrin.gif:
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There was even going to be a party for you. A big party. That all your friends were invited too. I invited your best friend the companion cube. Of course, he couldn't come because you murdered him. All your other friends couldn't come either, because you don't have any other friends. Because of how unlikeable you are. It says so right here in your personal file: UNLIKEABLE, liked by no one, a bitter, unlikeable loner, who's passing shall not be mourned, SHALL NOT BE MOURNED. That's exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official. It also says you were adopted, so thats funny too.
Did you really read my app? I improved my grammar. At least give my an example about my mistakes in the app.
Yes i read your application. The problem here is that you used your time on fixing the applications grammar. In game you don't have time for editing **** like that. Go and learn better grammar, so that you don't need to edit your grammar in game.. D:
Hey Dan, for some reason my name converted back to my username, can you tell me the people who can change it? I'll ask them in game next time I see
them.
Yepp we updated the plugin. So we lost all of the names. I will change it back when i get on!
Okay I'm going out of town tommorow, won't be back till May 27th. My store is closed till then so goodbye, I'll be at the Grand Canyon if you are curious. BYE!!
Have fun, and don't jump down the cliffs! :biggrin.gif:
On the poll... Why aren't magnets a choice? Just wondering.
Because a magnet is not a relevant thing to kill with..
Yes i read your application. The problem here is that you used your time on fixing the applications grammar. In game you don't have time for editing **** like that. Go and learn better grammar, so that you don't need to edit your grammar in game.. D:
No, what I did wasn't editing the app. I DID improved my grammar.
I took some help from one of my friend which knows English better than me, Studied on some of my grammar mistakes. Also I have read some of my english course books.
I took some help from one of my friend which knows English better than me, Studied on some of my grammar mistakes. Also I have read some of my english course books.
Well i guess i will reread your application!
And decide my friend!
I took some help from one of my friend which knows English better than me, Studied on some of my grammar mistakes. Also I have read some of my english course books.
Sorry man, but the grammar is still really ****ing bad D:
I guess you will need to learn way better grammar in order to get in..
here you help with the outside comunity and help the server be known,you can make brief talks and help around.
in the oficial pagemyou help all our comunity in game,you can know the server and help it change,please check out the polls and important stuff!
both of them are very important,but seriously,there are people that have only 4 posts on both of em,and know the server just enough to be accepted,sp,yeah,check both forums out! :smile.gif:
What he said!
Fourth Application
Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: MrHappyTinkles
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: HKT/Hong Kong
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I can type and write with proper grammar. Although sometimes I forget about typing with proper grammar.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm quirky and high-spirited, hoping to make friends and have fun. Although do to my ADHD, I occasionally get mood swings (About 1 in 3 months?).
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
It will change from time to time, but seeing as this server is a place of refined role-playing, I'll try to be on as often as I can.
How long have you played minecraft?: I have been playing since Infdev, so I know quite a lot about the game.
What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I understand that roleplaying has different rules and expectations from other servers. Gotta respect other people and their characters, and gotta fit into the scene. I've been roleplaying for about 2 years, my most recent escapade being a "roleplaying" minecraft server that I disliked. I usually play as a more "outlandish" guy when roleplaying. Not ridiculously different, but just a bit strange.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Full of kind and mature players, with a well maintained administration and management system. Excuse me for my little rushed application I entered in before. Now I know how serious you guys are.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've played all kinds of servers, ranging from creative servers, adventuring servers, other roleplaying servers, and puzzle servers. I left them due to the immaturity of some players that are part of those server communities.
Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I've been banned twice, both from different creative servers. First time was when I switched around signs during this year's April Fools day and accidentally created a chaotic confusion that lead to my ban. The other time was when I defended an alleged griefer, and was subsequently banned because of some evidence suggesting that I helped the griever. It was later revealed that other people have grieved, and I am currently welcome at that server.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:
Alright, my first time around, I skimmed through the rules and got the basic idea. After extended reading of the rules, I fulling understand them. Although, I think the "dead character" rule is slightly extreme, but pushes players to carefully play. But otherwise, these rules are well thought out and genuine, such as the breakable blocks rule, the mutant rule, and the raiding system. I entirely agree with all the rules, and think they are fair and crucial to keeping balance in the server.
Now the lore:
The lore is very well thought out and original, no cliched situations like "Great War because of racism", but more focused on possible modern problems, and thinking of an extreme version of it. Has one of the events on the timeline happened in the server? Otherwise, I'm happy to abide by these laws and role-play as such.
What is a slime called on this server?:
It doesn't really have a name, its just a moving pile of radiated sludge.
How did you hear about us?:
I was browsing the forums for worthwhile RP servers when I came across a very promising looking one (THIS ONE!!!).
Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:
I'm not much of a talker, so no, I probably won't download Mumble. I don't think I'll get to any administration rank anyway.
In-Character:
Character Name: Simon Jenkins
Biography:
The Jenkins family is a line of tinkerers, adventurers, and idiots. Even before the war, these brave but slightly dull men and women spelunked down caves, made robots, and sustained injuries on a regular basis. Even after the multiple wars and genocidal robots, the line of daring buffoons saw the wasteland to be a new opportunity for having fun and risking their lives. From exploring crumbling buildings, to beating the living **** out of invading raiders, life finally seemed like a challenge.
Simon is an exception to some of the family "rules". Sure, he was a phenomenal tinkerer, and a bit of an idiot. But he was no dummy, nor a brave "adventurer". Other people of his age did call him dumb because of his family. So he often sat in the shed behind their family home and made robots to entertain him. His older sister, Alice often came around him and comforted him, trying to improve his self esteem. His father and mother both were out of the house a lot. Simon grew to only love his older sister and his robots.
When he was 10 years old, his father was sober enough to call him down to the living room for a surprise. "This is a Pee Ai Aye, sonneh! It gonna help you live easier in this post apokee-leptic place. Every boy and gal gets his Pee Ai Aye when he or she is 10. SO you can have this!" He clipped on the device, patted him on the back and sent him off. The boy tinkered with the computer that was bound to his wrist. He couldn't take it off, nor could he stop using it. The miniature crafting table helped him make tools to help him tinker and build. The inventory system let him keep his robots instead of storing them in the shed. It was a dream come true.
13 years old. Simon was sitting on his usual spot in the shed, working on a circuit system, when he heard a large smacking and clawing noise outside. He peered out, curious of the noise. What he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life. The ground was crimson with blood and guts. His father and mother was being eaten by strange humans with large teeth and large arms. One of them spotted him, and immediately ran toward and slashed open his upheld wrist. Terrified, he ran inside the house and was pulled into the closet by Alice. "Sshh Simon, don't worry…" "What are them things Alice? They were eaten' momma and poppa!" "Quiet down a bit! They're mutants, people exposed and mutated by radiation. We need to RUN!!"
And so they ran into the wasteland. Alice dragged Simon along, teaching him how to survive and how to live off the land as they ran. Simon himself had no idea about where he was going, but he was too scared to think. They ran on for miles, Alice on alert for villages or houses. At night, they would find a comfy shrub to sleep under. After what seemed like months, they finally arrived at a row of houses, inhabited by people. Alice collapsed when she arrived, catching the attention of an older man who would later become their guardian.
Uncle Ed let them stay at his shack. He nursed both of them backed to health, and cared for them. Often times, Simon would see Uncle Ed tinkering on something he referred to as a workbench. Often times, Uncle Ed would also teach Simon how to make weapons and such. Alice woke around 3 days after she collapsed. She often asked Uncle Ed "Why did you save us?". He always answered with "Ya can't change your fate" It was a life of peace, seemingly unalterable bliss. Working with Uncle Ed, he helped him around his junk shop, building contraptions and gadgets for his savior to sell.
It was when he was 19. Uncle Ed and Alice were both talking about Simon, and he himself was half asleep on this bed. There was a loud knocking on the door. Alice walked up and opened it, only to fall back, clutching at an arrow that had pierced her guts. Uncle Ed immediately ran back and armed his sword, and got shot several times in the head. Simon was horrified. And viscously angry. He grabbed Ed's sword and swiftly mutilated one of the men that had killed the last of his family. The others proceeded to shoot his head, supposedly killing Simon.
He awoke on a bed with no one around him. His head was throbbing, but for some reason, not punctured. The bed was in a dimly lit room with a view over a street occupied by people. He got up and opened the window, yelling "THanks yawl for saving me!". He saw a set of leather clothing on the a chair, with a note scrawled on it. "You owe us one. Get helping!" He donned the jacket, and set out on a journey to find the men that tried to kill him. And to meet the people who saved his sorry ass. And help. Which ever comes first.
Character Family:
Momma and Poppa Jenkins (Mom and dad) Both are like a combination between a yokel and an adventurer. They're also heavy drinkers, although they don't get violent when they're drunk.
Alice Jenkins (Older sister) A kind, smart, and considerate young lady.
Uncle Ed (Guardian) 50 year old survivor who lives in a shack in a repopulated town.
Character Age: 19
Character Appearance: Black hair, peach skin, pronounced scar over left eye. Often wears his leather jacket that he found over his red-white shirt. The shirt was a shirt that was knit by Alice during their time living with Uncle Ed.
Character Personality: Outgoing and friendly yokel type person. Although a bit on the slow side. He often gets emotional when faced with the death of a friend or person. He also loves robots and tinkering, often hesitating to kill fuel bots or securo-bots. (Any fatal flaws?): He has an intense hatred for mutants, and is driven to find the people that tried to kill him. This goal could get him killed, but it is the main motivation for him to travel with the survivors
Occupation: Tinkerer, adventurer, and wanderer. Life's confusing for the poor young yokel, but as long as he has people to exact revenge upon and friends, he'll do anything and is willing to learn of things.
Can your character read or write?: Simon's mother often pulled him out of his shed when she wasn't adventuring and tried to teach him how to read and write. He sure can read now, but he can't write a sentence without a few misspelled words.
Can your character mine?:
Due to his family's love for spelunking, Simon enjoys digging dirt with a shovel, but can only mine ores, not stone due to his inexperience with mining profusely. He is scared of dark caves, so he often only mines power cells and gears that appear on the surface. He can still enter lit mines if he's with other people, but isn't much use when getting through cave-ins.
Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.):
His time running from his home allowed Alice to teach him the basics of building. During his time living with Uncle Ed, he often tried building things. Although he needs a bit more practice with setting up a neat home, he can definitely build a decent shelter. He also loves helping other people, so he's learning quickly.
Can your character fight?:
His intense hatred for mutants and his burst of anger when he saw Alice and Ed get killed taught him a valuable lesson. In any situation at any time, you have to know how to defend yourself. He fights best when he's angry, combatting mutants, and armed with a baseball bat.
Can your character farm?:
Simon can't do tedious work, thats for sure. But farming? He doesn't know whether to plant the wheat or the seed. Cannot farm at all...
Does your character have any special skills?:
Simon loves to tinker and build, often creating tools to help him explore the wasteland. He also has the amazing ability to look on the bright side of things constantly. Would probably get annoying during serious tragedies.
Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He is a bit… Stupid. He loves telling stories and being carefree, often getting him into danger. His unawareness to his discomfort at times often gets him far. Oh, and he's got a deep scar over his left eye from the shot in the head he received. A defining feature, but pretty ugly looking. His shot in the head also occasionally gives him debilitating headaches.
Character Fears:
As well as hating mutants, he's also afraid of them. Often a problem when he's trying to exact revenge on the beasts. He also is scared of dark caves. This fear developed from the assumption that mutants come from caves. Prevents him from mining stone and entering unlit caverns. Still can traverse through lit mines, provided he's with someone.
DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
He got shot in the leg AGAIN. "Damn raiders think they own the whole world" thought Simon. He had become accustomed to the feel of a sharp arrow piercing his skin. But he was not accustomed to the feeling of poison rushing into his system. Clutching his leg, he took aim with his own gun, and shot a load of arrows into the little bugger. Looking down, his pant leg was being soaked with blood, and his leg stung like a *****. Limping his way to an alley of a building, he sat down, ripped out the arrow, and tore a strip of cloth to wrap the wound in. Suddenly, he felt a sense of nausea and vertigo.
Radiation. The feeling of nuclear poisoning was unmistakable. Jumping up with a start, Simon backed away from the corner, only to be tripped by a stray piece of rubble. Cursing his clumsiness, he got back up and crawled into the building next to the alleyway. Worried that the radiation might have effected his leg wound, he looked down to see his pants looked as if he pissed blood. His head felt light, and his eyes felt droopy. Suddenly, he regurgitated, emptying his stomach of anxious bile. It bought him a little respite. He slumped down and opened his inventory, eating his emergency apple. The nutrients and freshness of the fruit soothed his pain, and helped him relax.
Now for the hard part. His friends often told him to "disinfect" the wound if it got affected by radiation. Simon did not like the sound of the word. Nor did he like what he had to do to ensure his survival. Pulling out some disinfectant oil that his friend gave him, he sloppily applied it to his leg wound. He yelped in pain, clutching his wound and trying to snuff the fire-like feeling he felt on his leg. Mind numbing stinging sensations lanced through his body. The pain got the best of him, and made him slip into unconsciousness.
His dreams were haunted by images of his parents, Alice, and Uncle Ed dying. He couldn't save them because of his leg. More images appeared, depicting amputation of his leg, possible mutations, and even being turned into the mindless monsters that he detested so much. Simon woke up with a start, finding himself under a table in the next room. Despite the faint sting in his leg, the PIA indicated that his leg was recovering rapidly, and that he was no longer poisoned. With renewed energy, he got up and gathered his belongings, and continued his journey.
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Excuse me for my first failed attempt for an application. Hope this ones better! Very excited about playing with some mature RP players FINALLY!
Might take time for me to get used to using (()) in OCC, but I'll try as hard as I can!
Damn, 4 hours of editing and revising... Hope this one gets through...
And a bit about my activity:
I love building stuff, and can build a variety of things. I'm gonna have to limit my skill in order to fit my character. I also know a bit about redstone circuitry, programming, and modding. I also donated a bit to the server, because this server looks really promising. The writing and thinking and waiting will definitely be worth it IF I get accepted. Thanks again!
This is my second attempt, hope it's okay, if I need to fix anything please do tell. I worked all day making teh story and contemplating ideas while at school using notepad.
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name:Excalibur42
-How old are you?: 13 1/2
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Australia, Eastern standard Time I think...
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yep.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:In short, I'm that nerdy kid that always gets an A+. Most people reckon I act
like an adult or is "too mature". I'am an insane gamer, MW2, Minecraft and Half-Life are my games of choice, and no, I don't
swear.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 3-5... depends if I wanna play minecraft or level my AK-47.
-How long have you played minecraft?: About a year
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I have been on a semi roleplay server
before, but it wasn't well organized. But I understand how to make a good story and set the scene..In grade 4 we were meant
to write a 1 and a half page story... I wrote a 20 page story, the teacher had me ripping pages out of my book...
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Well considering that the person who wrote the story made it AN INSANE READ
(great story bro) I hope this will be really organized and a serious roleplay, always wanted to go on a good roleplay server
and what I've seen so far looks great!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Wrath Minecraft Server... Im an admin on it, visit it
every now and then...but it isn't well organized and it's dying like an old dog. I still play on the Temperance Minecraft
Server, just so I have a sevrer to do some non-roleplay survival. Im good at juggling things like that. Mw2 on monday, Half
life on tuesday, random on Wednesday, Minecraft rest of the week.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):On a classic server... I was furious at how they treated me so I
kinda went rage on some buildings...
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Rules sound good, Ia'm good with any rules.And
the backstory is AWESOME!!! It'll take a while to get used to the names of stuff.
-What is a slime called on this server?:[Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?:Browsing Forums
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: While my voice is breaking..? Not likely. I'll take it
up with my parents, but they are way too overprotective. I would if I could.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Ezekiel "Zeke" (no last name)
-Biography:
On a musty, dark afternoon, the sun pierced through a sparse cloud and hit the pale skin of Ezekiel. He woke up, and looked
around him. He was in a large smoking crater, the remains of buildings all but dust. What had happened? He stood up slowly,
observing the environment around him. There was no one else in sight. No animals. No life. He stumbled to the rim of the
crater and saw that he was in a ruined town. Burnt, crippled bodies littered the streets. He had no memory of the place.
What had brought him here? What had happened? Questions riddled his mind.
He explored the buidling and found nothing of use. From what he could tell, raiders must have come and taken everything
after the events that killed everyone. None of the bodies were shot or had ben in some sort of a fight. they were all burnt
too a crisp.
Ezekiel made his way to the outskirts of the small village. A weathered sign said "Welcome to Vershaw" in bright, happy
letters. There was nothing left for him here, so Ezekiel went on his way following the road, hoping that maybe he might find
an inhabited town that could tell him more.
Night fell and the sky turned a deep, dark purple. He had to find shelter and fast. Vershaw was a long way back the way he
had come, but there was a large tree overlooking the path. He climbed the tree with skill and made a cosy hollow there. He
grabbed a bird nest and shaped in into a rough pillow. He fell fast asleep from exhaustion.
In the morning he was pecked awake by a strange looking metal thing. A name roughly appeared in his mind..."D2"...
He brushed the D2 away and jumped from the tree. He continued following the path.
Along the way he remembered fragments of his life... a family, the story of the war...suddenly a twig snaps nearby, Ezekiel
is suddenly fully awake from being deep in thought. He quickly hid behind tree stump as a group of 4 Raiders stumble onto
the path.
The raiders barely notice his prescence as they seemed to be in a very important conversation.
"We should have gone North! I told you we should have gone North!!! There is nothing here!" Argued one raider.
"Listen! We'll keep going along this way, there is a large camp further South. We'll meet him there after we trash the
place." retaliated another
"Lets go on then!"
The raiders kept going South without noticing Eziekel. He stood up and realised he had to do something to stop the Raiders
from trashign the village. Without a word he sprinted in the Raiders direction, forming a plan as he ran.
One of the Raiders heard a tree shake nearby. "Hold up!" he said as he signalled the others to stop. He observed the
surroundings and saw nothing. "There's somone here..."
"SMASH!" Zeke came out of the tree landing and knocking out one of the Raiders. Before the Raiders could pull out their
weapons Ezeikel hauled a large branch straight into the next one's face.
"BANG! BANG!"
The last 2 raiders attempted to shoot him but missed as Ezekiel ducked just in time and sweep tripped one of them. His head
cracked as it met the broken concrete and a pool of blood surrounded his tortured face. Before the last raider could click
the trigger Ezekiel lunged forwards and disarmed the Raider, taking his gun and shooting him in the face.
-Character Family:
From his memory he has gathered that he had 2 parents and another brother... he can't remember any of their names however.
-Character Age:36
-Character Appearance:Jet black hair, deep blue eyes and a torn leather jacket with a pair of Xow Leather pants. He has
scrapes all along his body, but he is still strong.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Zeke doesn't have much of a sense of humor and doesn't bother himself with
anything that isn't necessary. However underneath that cold, hard, logical point of view, he does have a heart and will help
anyone that is in need. He is on the gullible side and will believe most things that people tell him. But when he needs
something, he will acquire it in anyway necessary.
-Occupation:
None, but he is skilled in fighting and has some sub-conscious knowledge of how to survive and fight.
-Can your character read or write?: He may have memory loss but he has a keen, intelligent mind and can read and write in
English.
-Can your character mine?:He knows how to make and use a pickaxe, but he has an intense fear of small, tight spaces, the
lady told him it's called Claustrophobia.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He can make a decent shelter and is generally able to build
things after he examined numerous blueprints in a deserted office building.
-Can your character fight?: He is very skillful at fighting, the old lady taught him how to use a bow and arrow and he has
sub-conscious knowledge of fighting with a sword.
-Can your character farm?: No, never tried, never will.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Zeke is an expert fighter, he knows how to use abow and arrow and is skilled
at hand-hand fighting. He has background knowledge in numerous things.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Occasionally Zeke will get incredibly
painful headaches, it may be a side-effect from radiation poisoning.
-Character Fears:Zeke is deathly afraid of tight spaces, for this reason he can't mine.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
(Is it okay if this is a part of my biography?)
Zeke left the camp and went on his way across the high mountains. Withing hours the sky turned dark and acid rain began to
pour. "AH!" Zeke screamed as the rain made contact with his skin. He took shelter at a nearby cave. As he waited for many
hours Zeke began hearing strange further down the cave. Afraid to go any further he stayed at the opening. "MOAN..." a sound
came from the darkness... Zeke turned around and saw a sickly green mutant lunge at him. "AHHHHH!"
Zeke fought the mutant off but not before the mutant dismembered his left arm. Bleeding, and fatigued he had no choice but
to find some sort of water source to clean his wound before it got infected. He shivered and gave a painful grunt as he
stood up. He realized the rain had stopped. Nearby there was a raging waterfall, a deep green colour from the acid. He
couldn't possibly wash his arm in that so he had no choice but to go furtehr intto the cave and hope he would find a clean
water source.
"This is a bad idea...I know this is a bad idea..." He groaned as he steadily made his way through the network of tunnels.
"TARGET DETECTED" whined a nearby Fuel-Bot. "Crap" He grabbed a rock with his good hand and threw it with all his might at
the bot. "WHACK" The stone made a deep resonating thud. "PREMATURE EXPLOSION PROTOCOL ENGAGED" "BOOM!!!!!" The Fuel-Bot
exploded and left the poor Ezekiel burnt and scarred. "GAHH!" He groaned in pain. But what a twist of fate, the explosion
revealed a small underground lake. He washed his wound and retraced his steps, thankfully getting out of the horrid cave.
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http://imageshack.us...s/23/zeket.png/
Hmmm the img tags don't seem to be working, sry. It says im not allowed to use that image extension on this board...? O_o?
-Other Information:
-Code: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Oh and btw everybody.. I know it may seem wierd for a 13 year old to be saying this... but I would prefer it if swearing
wasn't so often... I've just noticed a LOT of posts have some vulgar language.... (Am I really 13... jeez?!)
I beleive the problem may be that you don't have the latest browser, as this has occurred to other I have spoken with. Simply delete minecraft.exe and the new one will be downloaded, with the update options.
Mr Astley is a proud member of society
Did you really read my app? I improved my grammar. At least give my an example about my mistakes in the app.
Hey Dan, for some reason my name converted back to my username, can you tell me the people who can change it? I'll ask them in game next time I see them :biggrin.gif:
Accepted Application(s)
MrHappyTinkles
Denied Application(s)
Jeepballer
Keenan5778
Shamsy
WittyUsername816
Superted64
Win Application(s)
CaptainRecks
Yes i read your application. The problem here is that you used your time on fixing the applications grammar. In game you don't have time for editing **** like that. Go and learn better grammar, so that you don't need to edit your grammar in game.. D:
Yepp we updated the plugin. So we lost all of the names. I will change it back when i get on!
Have fun, and don't jump down the cliffs! :biggrin.gif:
Because a magnet is not a relevant thing to kill with..
P.S
Help out my dragon to survive! It won't live without food and care!
http://dragcave.net/view/fUSI
No, what I did wasn't editing the app. I DID improved my grammar.
So you went and read a book about grammar?
I took some help from one of my friend which knows English better than me, Studied on some of my grammar mistakes. Also I have read some of my english course books.
Well i guess i will reread your application!
And decide my friend!
You can find it on the forum or the thread..
I want my environment to be a product of me.
Sorry man, but the grammar is still really ****ing bad D:
I guess you will need to learn way better grammar in order to get in..
i donated $10 like 5 weeks ago before i got grounded.
I want my environment to be a product of me.
Oh sorry didn't see the post..
Yes you get all of the Donation awards fro the 10 dollar donation! :biggrin.gif:
I was planing on donating. Well, I won't be bothering you anymore.
your a beast =) lol
I want my environment to be a product of me.