(Before I begin: Deadpool will be the only comic book hero movie I see in theaters. That is all.)
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: tuxisme
Age: 16
Why Are You Interested In Joining?
A. I manage a server packed full of some fine examples of the utter cretins that have chosen to populate the internet, and I am in desperate need of some higher-quality roleplaying...
B. I was apart of the "old server" or, rather, "previous story", due to the fact the server is the one mentioned in point A.
C. I've really missed the abovementioned story.
D. Oh, and apparently I was in the intro to the story of this server, dead. As honored as I am, I'm afraid the question of how to properly use my character from a form of afterlife would be "haunting" me... if I hadn't already been doing it beforehand.
E. I'm absolutely sure none of you truly missed me, so perhaps I can change that this time around.
IC Info
Age: N/A
Name: Tux
Biography:
Death.
It's funny, isn't it?
The word, I mean, not the concept. Everyone is scared of death, for some reason. I was. I still am.
Roll it around on you tongue. Enunciate.
Death.
Such a simple word... with such permanent implications, for most.
Though in terms of substance, I find death not to be as funny as say, life. Death has a bitter tongue and lacks a sense of humor. Life has loose lips and a loud laugh, and can crack some of the best, cruelest, jokes known to any race. Death is far more serious, but it's at least fair. I mean, fair in the sense of getting what you deserve, I think. Life isn't...
I'm off topic. Where was I?
Life... life is funny sometimes. Life can give any cruel or kind soul a loop for their noose, or a rope to jump over like a group of giggling schoolchildren, innocent to all the worries of the world...
Or perhaps I have life mixed up with alcohol. Let's see... there's not much of a difference. You can get drunk on life, you know. I was told that once.
The fairness of life, I'm no example. I may have gotten what I deserve.
Death? No, not death... wait, yes, death, but not... exactly.
Life put me in the place of death, death put me in a place beyond itself.
... does that confuse anyone else?
My work, my goals, what life had set at my door had banished me to death. To hell with it, one might say. In a way.
No, I'm not funny. That was stupid...
Let's see... let me skip to something comprehendible.
I pray someone mentioned my death, to any of you. Or... no, they probably didn't. No matter.
Torn to bits, burned alive, slain, annihilated... take your pick of the literary lot.
Only not, not in the way I had hoped to go.
If that was the bang, what followed was the whimper...
Most people would... for lack of a better word... categorize existence, from their own spectrum of life. From that standpoint.
Life, Death, Undeath. That's what they say.
Life, where anyone who has ever tried to put a handle on this twistedly beautiful existence has been at the time.
Death, where they were sure they would be going, some sooner than others...
And Undeath, if they just so happened to return as a zombie.
I can't be the only one to say this, but I'd like to try and put something into perspective.
Life, life, you're correct on that.
Death is fairly accurate.
But beyond your view, you lose the scale.
You have life, you have death, and beyond death... nothing.
Nothing.
Perhaps that concept is hard to grasp. I fail to wrap my own head around it myself, to my personal chagrin. I doubt I could put it into words that accurately describe... I can only pull one up to try and paint the picture.
The Void.
Perhaps you heard of it.
Let me put it to you, again...
If you lose your life in the land for death, you end up null and Void.
You aren't just in the Void, you are the Void.
The Void is your voice.
The Void is your mind.
The Void is your heart.
The Void is your Spirit.
The Void is your face.
The Void is your friend.
The Void is your enemy.
The Void is your past.
The Void is your future.
The Void is you, and you are the Void.
No, I'll assume you took that as mere babbling.
I suppose I'm lucky. Well, not suppose, I am, because I didn't deserve what happened to me.
Somehow... somehow I left the Void.
I say somehow because... I still don't know how.
Well, not how, but I know... a who. I think.
When I met him, he called himself Nihilo. I called myself nothing, because I was nothing, without a voice.
Nihilo is also the Void, in a different sense. And, um, he wasn't a happy part of the Void.
Rather, he questioned how an insignificant being like myself had managed to intrude onto his territory. I didn't respond, and I don't think that made him any happier.
He went on a long rant featuring some select articles of rather impolite language I am reluctant to repeat.
So... let me see, it was on page... six of these notes...
Ah, he spoke of a place stuffed full of those like me. He said he despised them, replacing him for another. Replacing all of them for another.
I didn't know what he was talking about. The Void was my mind.
Nihilo, in blunt, wanted me off his lawn, and, after viewing my utter rudeness and lack of response, decided that I was a fit gag for those he despised, one so impolite to torture them, a small prank, a burden, a little joke from an old, old, bitter pal. Something to annoy and distract.
He spoke of this place, Betelgeuse. A place he figured would be at least a little apt to take such a burden in, a place that wouldn't shoot such a bland face on sight...
... Sorry, for the pause there. I had to make sure my hood was up...
In conclusion, here I am. Hello, world... Betelgeuse. My name is Tux, and I've seen the other, other side. There is nothing there.
Skills: Perhaps I retain some form of my bow skill from a past life, but I highly doubt it. However, I'm always fine for a conversation... I remember some of your faces.
Appearance: I won't be showing you my face this evening, or the next, I'm afraid. I'm scared to find out if it's actually there. However, if you see a brown hooded figure, consider it as my face, because that's what I died in, and apparently it's what I live on in. It's quite convenient, I suppose...
Fezzes are also cool, but considering how I can don a top hat outside of the internet, I'll stick with that.
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: ashcrash13
Age: 15
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I have been wanting to try something like for a long time now. Never found the right type, the fact that its like the world is coming to an end makes it so cool. The fact of thinking that you of all people survive an armageddon of sorts is just incredible. Sometimes i stay awake at night thinking about what it would be like to be that last of your kind after an apocalypse.
IC Info
Age:23
Name: Ash
Biography: He was left in an orphanage as soon as he was born. he was an outsider, On the outside, he was tough courageous. But he always had a bit of fear in him, but thats why he kept fighting. He loved that fear, he wanted more. It pushed him and pushed him. He had never been the friendly type. He was always a loner.
Skills: Courageous, Hunter, Brave, Strong.
Appearance: Blond hair, A robe/cloak, blue pants, very young looking for his age
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: zstockton
Age: 16
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I was here at 1.9. I'm sorry I forgot to join, please let me live!
IC Info
Age: 24
Name: Sven Julianos
Biography: Sven is a fugitive; he's spent his adulthood running from the bounty hunters after his head. Sven's never stayed in one place for very long, always drifting along and running away. After a while, he forgot what they were chasing him about. Apparently, they didn't. So, after amazing rooftop chases and heart-pounding narrow escapes, Sven was caught in a tree. One of the hunters threw a dagger at him; it caught Sven's arm, and propelled him back into a wormhole that randomly opened at that moment. Now Sven, dazed and confused, is forced to live in a world he knows nothing about.
Skills: Parkour (Free-running), marksmanship.
Appearance: His hair is ruffled due to lack of a brush, and his clothing is dirty and worn from all of his hiding. However, he has well-developed muscles due to his 'exercise'.
(Before I begin: Deadpool will be the only comic book hero movie I see in theaters. That is all.)
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: tuxisme
Age: 16
Why Are You Interested In Joining?
A. I manage a server packed full of some fine examples of the utter cretins that have chosen to populate the internet, and I am in desperate need of some higher-quality roleplaying...
B. I was apart of the "old server" or, rather, "previous story", due to the fact the server is the one mentioned in point A.
C. I've really missed the abovementioned story.
D. Oh, and apparently I was in the intro to the story of this server, dead. As honored as I am, I'm afraid the question of how to properly use my character from a form of afterlife would be "haunting" me... if I hadn't already been doing it beforehand.
E. I'm absolutely sure none of you truly missed me, so perhaps I can change that this time around.
IC Info
Age: N/A
Name: Tux
Biography:
Death.
It's funny, isn't it?
The word, I mean, not the concept. Everyone is scared of death, for some reason. I was. I still am.
Roll it around on you tongue. Enunciate.
Death.
Such a simple word... with such permanent implications, for most.
Though in terms of substance, I find death not to be as funny as say, life. Death has a bitter tongue and lacks a sense of humor. Life has loose lips and a loud laugh, and can crack some of the best, cruelest, jokes known to any race. Death is far more serious, but it's at least fair. I mean, fair in the sense of getting what you deserve, I think. Life isn't...
I'm off topic. Where was I?
Life... life is funny sometimes. Life can give any cruel or kind soul a loop for their noose, or a rope to jump over like a group of giggling schoolchildren, innocent to all the worries of the world...
Or perhaps I have life mixed up with alcohol. Let's see... there's not much of a difference. You can get drunk on life, you know. I was told that once.
The fairness of life, I'm no example. I may have gotten what I deserve.
Death? No, not death... wait, yes, death, but not... exactly.
Life put me in the place of death, death put me in a place beyond itself.
... does that confuse anyone else?
My work, my goals, what life had set at my door had banished me to death. To hell with it, one might say. In a way.
No, I'm not funny. That was stupid...
Let's see... let me skip to something comprehendible.
I pray someone mentioned my death, to any of you. Or... no, they probably didn't. No matter.
Torn to bits, burned alive, slain, annihilated... take your pick of the literary lot.
Only not, not in the way I had hoped to go.
If that was the bang, what followed was the whimper...
Most people would... for lack of a better word... categorize existence, from their own spectrum of life. From that standpoint.
Life, Death, Undeath. That's what they say.
Life, where anyone who has ever tried to put a handle on this twistedly beautiful existence has been at the time.
Death, where they were sure they would be going, some sooner than others...
And Undeath, if they just so happened to return as a zombie.
I can't be the only one to say this, but I'd like to try and put something into perspective.
Life, life, you're correct on that.
Death is fairly accurate.
But beyond your view, you lose the scale.
You have life, you have death, and beyond death... nothing.
Nothing.
Perhaps that concept is hard to grasp. I fail to wrap my own head around it myself, to my personal chagrin. I doubt I could put it into words that accurately describe... I can only pull one up to try and paint the picture.
The Void.
Perhaps you heard of it.
Let me put it to you, again...
If you lose your life in the land for death, you end up null and Void.
You aren't just in the Void, you are the Void.
The Void is your voice.
The Void is your mind.
The Void is your heart.
The Void is your Spirit.
The Void is your face.
The Void is your friend.
The Void is your enemy.
The Void is your past.
The Void is your future.
The Void is you, and you are the Void.
No, I'll assume you took that as mere babbling.
I suppose I'm lucky. Well, not suppose, I am, because I didn't deserve what happened to me.
Somehow... somehow I left the Void.
I say somehow because... I still don't know how.
Well, not how, but I know... a who. I think.
When I met him, he called himself Nihilo. I called myself nothing, because I was nothing, without a voice.
Nihilo is also the Void, in a different sense. And, um, he wasn't a happy part of the Void.
Rather, he questioned how an insignificant being like myself had manage to intrude onto his territory. I didn't respond, and I don't think that made him any happier.
He went on a long ran featuring some select articles of rather impolite language I am reluctant to repeat.
So... let me see, it was on page... six of these notes...
Ah, he spoke of a place stuffed full of those like me. He said he despised them, replacing him for another. Replacing all of them for another.
I didn't know what he was talking about. The Void was my mind.
Nihilo, in blunt, wanted me off his lawn, and, after viewing my utter rudeness and lack of response, decided that I was a fit gag for those he despised, one so impolite to torture them, a small prank, a burden, a little joke from an old, old, bitter pal. Something to annoy and distract.
He spoke of this place, Betelgeuse. A place he figured would be at least a little apt to take such a burden in, a place that wouldn't shoot such a bland face on sight...
... Sorry, for the pause there. I had to make sure my hood was up...
In conclusion, here I am. Hello, world... Betelgeuse. My name is Tux, and I've seen the other, other side. There is nothing there.
Skills: Perhaps I retain some form of my bow skill from a past life, but I highly doubt it. However, I'm always fine for a conversation... I remember some of your faces.
Appearance: I won't be showing you my face this evening, or the next, I'm afraid. I'm scared to find out if it's actually there. However, if you see a brown hooded figure, consider it as my face, because that's what I died in, and apparently it's what I live on in. It's quite convenient, I suppose...
Fezzes are also cool, but considering how I can don a top hat outside of the internet, I'll stick with that.
wow...... I feel ashamed of how small and inferior my post is compared to yours.......
Minecraft account name: mrfish331
Age: 17
Why am I interested: I have been looking for a good RP server now for a while and I saw this one in the forums, so I stopped by and made an app. BUT since I didn't get accepted I thought to myself "Maybe they just don't want any Dwarves". So I asked the_elimist if I can try again with a new character, and the response was yes. So here we go again :smile.gif: . Oh and the rest of the reason I wanted to join is because it looks like the server has a strong story to it and I want to try it out.
IC
Age: 23
Name: Leotto
Bio: I am a ranger, most call us Archers, I live in the forests but occasionally head to into town for supplies and to visit the tavern... there is almost always work to be done. Now my childhood wasn't like most others, growing up in a town, I grew up in the forest. I lost my father in a hunting accident. My mother went into depression, she always thought her husband was out there somewhere. One day she wandered away from camp looking for my father, she never returned. That is when I started my life alone in the forest. All i had was my tent, bed and my bow with a quiver full of arrows. When the Lich cast his darkness across the land I fled under the cover of the forest. I wandered around for days until I came across the town of Betelgeuse. I dare not stay in or near a town for long, but under the current circumstances i had no choice. I now live just outside the town of Betelgeuse, some days getting jobs from town, others are spent in the forest keeping myself in touch with the one thing I know and love the most, the forest.
Skills: bow use and leather work along with cooking.
Appearance: I wear a forest green cloak with the hood up and a green tunic below that.
By the way.... Fezzes are cool.
sorry I had to edit for a forgotten line in my bio.
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: nickimmy
Age: 13
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I love RP, both in mincraft and in other RPGs (Fallout, Skyrim, Fable etc.). Also, this server seems to have a nice community and a cool map.
IC Info
Age: 24
Name: Nikolai Starka
Biography: Nikolai was born to the son of a healer, who practiced magic and potions. At the age of 14 his father wanted him to start practicing alchemy and potions, so he did. He was an average scholar, not too good but showed a bit of promise. Near the end of his training, at the age of 17, he was required to invent his own potion. He studied pictures and read about the fabled 'Zombie Pigman' of the nether, and decided he wanted to create a combination potion. He worked very hard at this for many weeks, he finally made a test example. Tragically, he dropped his potion near his cat Claus, and subsequently was transformed into a Cat-Man. He has been a cat man for 7 years, and has grown used to it. He still wears a hood to cover himself up, and is ashamed of his body. He has gained some skills through being a cat.
Skills: Nikolai is very stealthy, with (Mind the pun) cat-like reflexes. He is a rogue. He still has some speech skills, but many people do not take him seriously
Appearance: He always wears a dark hood, and is a slightly ginger shade. He is regularly built and, of course, looks like a large cat. oh and FEZZIES ARE COOL.
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: kiffehz278
Age:18
Why Are You Interested In Joining?
Because i'm interested in roleplay and i'm looking for a community to join in order to have a fun and interesting way to socialize and improve my social abilities.
IC Info
Age: unknown
Name: Nadia Desilver,
Biography:
Although Nadia dose not know much about her past,her first memories of childhood were not of good, Abandoned my her village as a child Nadia found her self living alone in the wilds surviving by observing the ways of the animals and picking up skills and tricks to hunt and survive, as she grew older she became more in tune with nature and has carefully crafted her body and mind to work to the advantages of what the wilds provide her.Nadia is timid, gentle and always trying to avoid violence, sometimes cocky and arrogant, but when backed into a comer she would not hesitate to harm others.
Skills:Nadia has fast reflexes, stamina that could beat a horse, although not very strong, she has the ability to strike at an enemy's body with deadly accuracy, she also posses the ability to calm creatures of the wild.
Appearance:she has dark skin, and wears an old torn cloak, hidden daggers and green eyes,, her voice is soothing and soft, but with a hint of confidence.
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: nickimmy
Age: 13
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I love RP, both in mincraft and in other RPGs (Fallout, Skyrim, Fable etc.). Also, this server seems to have a nice community and a cool map.
IC Info
Age: 24
Name: Nikolai Starka
Biography: Nikolai was born to the son of a healer, who practiced magic and potions. At the age of 14 his father wanted him to start practicing alchemy and potions, so he did. He was an average scholar, not too good but showed a bit of promise. Near the end of his training, at the age of 17, he was required to invent his own potion. He studied pictures and read about the fabled 'Zombie Pigman' of the nether, and decided he wanted to create a combination potion. He worked very hard at this for many weeks, he finally made a test example. Tragically, he dropped his potion near his cat Claus, and subsequently was transformed into a Cat-Man. He has been a cat man for 7 years, and has grown used to it. He still wears a hood to cover himself up, and is ashamed of his body. He has gained some skills through being a cat.
Skills: Nikolai is very stealthy, with (Mind the pun) cat-like reflexes. He is a rogue. He still has some speech skills, but many people do not take him seriously
Appearance: He always wears a dark hood, and is a slightly ginger shade. He is regularly built and, of course, looks like a large cat. oh and FEZZIES ARE COOL.
Whitelisted, should prove an interesting character concept.
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: kiffehz278
Age:18
Why Are You Interested In Joining?
Because i'm interested in roleplay and i'm looking for a community to join in order to have a fun and interesting way to socialize and improve my social abilities.
IC Info
Age: unknown
Name: Nadia Desilver,
Biography:
Although Nadia dose not know much about her past,her first memories of childhood were not of good, Abandoned my her village as a child Nadia found her self living alone in the wilds surviving by observing the ways of the animals and picking up skills and tricks to hunt and survive, as she grew older she became more in tune with nature and has carefully crafted her body and mind to work to the advantages of what the wilds provide her.Nadia is timid, gentle and always trying to avoid violence, sometimes cocky and arrogant, but when backed into a comer she would not hesitate to harm others.
Skills:Nadia has fast reflexes, stamina that could beat a horse, although not very strong, she has the ability to strike at an enemy's body with deadly accuracy, she also posses the ability to calm creatures of the wild.
Appearance:she has dark skin, and wears an old torn cloak, hidden daggers and green eyes,, her voice is soothing and soft, but with a hint of confidence.
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: Denivire
Age: 14
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I like role-playing - especially in a Medieval/fantasy way.
IC Info
Age: 28
Name: Roth Des Everest
Biography: A simple man of no true virtue or goal, he spent most of his life in his quaint farm home in the New Era (which is what his family called the chaotic events). He planted and harvested crops and lived a normal life. His parents grew of age and passed a peaceful death. But since trade routes didn't lead to his home he had to migrate and adventure. His name is Roth Des Everest, and his newest dream is to influence the new world - in these hard times.
Skills: Tongue/Speechcraft, since he wishes to practice the ways of a politician.
Appearance: Helmet over head, rugged iron buckle with lightly woven chain armor, and red cloth surrounding it lightly.
Now I'm SERIOUSLY hoping the world doesn't end in 2012!
OOC Info
Minecraft Account Name: tuxisme
Age: 16
Why Are You Interested In Joining?
A. I manage a server packed full of some fine examples of the utter cretins that have chosen to populate the internet, and I am in desperate need of some higher-quality roleplaying...
B. I was apart of the "old server" or, rather, "previous story", due to the fact the server is the one mentioned in point A.
C. I've really missed the abovementioned story.
D. Oh, and apparently I was in the intro to the story of this server, dead. As honored as I am, I'm afraid the question of how to properly use my character from a form of afterlife would be "haunting" me... if I hadn't already been doing it beforehand.
E. I'm absolutely sure none of you truly missed me, so perhaps I can change that this time around.
IC Info
Age: N/A
Name: Tux
Biography:
Death.
It's funny, isn't it?
The word, I mean, not the concept. Everyone is scared of death, for some reason. I was. I still am.
Roll it around on you tongue. Enunciate.
Death.
Such a simple word... with such permanent implications, for most.
Though in terms of substance, I find death not to be as funny as say, life. Death has a bitter tongue and lacks a sense of humor. Life has loose lips and a loud laugh, and can crack some of the best, cruelest, jokes known to any race. Death is far more serious, but it's at least fair. I mean, fair in the sense of getting what you deserve, I think. Life isn't...
I'm off topic. Where was I?
Life... life is funny sometimes. Life can give any cruel or kind soul a loop for their noose, or a rope to jump over like a group of giggling schoolchildren, innocent to all the worries of the world...
Or perhaps I have life mixed up with alcohol. Let's see... there's not much of a difference. You can get drunk on life, you know. I was told that once.
The fairness of life, I'm no example. I may have gotten what I deserve.
Death? No, not death... wait, yes, death, but not... exactly.
Life put me in the place of death, death put me in a place beyond itself.
... does that confuse anyone else?
My work, my goals, what life had set at my door had banished me to death. To hell with it, one might say. In a way.
No, I'm not funny. That was stupid...
Let's see... let me skip to something comprehendible.
I pray someone mentioned my death, to any of you. Or... no, they probably didn't. No matter.
Torn to bits, burned alive, slain, annihilated... take your pick of the literary lot.
Only not, not in the way I had hoped to go.
If that was the bang, what followed was the whimper...
Most people would... for lack of a better word... categorize existence, from their own spectrum of life. From that standpoint.
Life, Death, Undeath. That's what they say.
Life, where anyone who has ever tried to put a handle on this twistedly beautiful existence has been at the time.
Death, where they were sure they would be going, some sooner than others...
And Undeath, if they just so happened to return as a zombie.
I can't be the only one to say this, but I'd like to try and put something into perspective.
Life, life, you're correct on that.
Death is fairly accurate.
But beyond your view, you lose the scale.
You have life, you have death, and beyond death... nothing.
Nothing.
Perhaps that concept is hard to grasp. I fail to wrap my own head around it myself, to my personal chagrin. I doubt I could put it into words that accurately describe... I can only pull one up to try and paint the picture.
The Void.
Perhaps you heard of it.
Let me put it to you, again...
If you lose your life in the land for death, you end up null and Void.
You aren't just in the Void, you are the Void.
The Void is your voice.
The Void is your mind.
The Void is your heart.
The Void is your Spirit.
The Void is your face.
The Void is your friend.
The Void is your enemy.
The Void is your past.
The Void is your future.
The Void is you, and you are the Void.
No, I'll assume you took that as mere babbling.
I suppose I'm lucky. Well, not suppose, I am, because I didn't deserve what happened to me.
Somehow... somehow I left the Void.
I say somehow because... I still don't know how.
Well, not how, but I know... a who. I think.
When I met him, he called himself Nihilo. I called myself nothing, because I was nothing, without a voice.
Nihilo is also the Void, in a different sense. And, um, he wasn't a happy part of the Void.
Rather, he questioned how an insignificant being like myself had managed to intrude onto his territory. I didn't respond, and I don't think that made him any happier.
He went on a long rant featuring some select articles of rather impolite language I am reluctant to repeat.
So... let me see, it was on page... six of these notes...
Ah, he spoke of a place stuffed full of those like me. He said he despised them, replacing him for another. Replacing all of them for another.
I didn't know what he was talking about. The Void was my mind.
Nihilo, in blunt, wanted me off his lawn, and, after viewing my utter rudeness and lack of response, decided that I was a fit gag for those he despised, one so impolite to torture them, a small prank, a burden, a little joke from an old, old, bitter pal. Something to annoy and distract.
He spoke of this place, Betelgeuse. A place he figured would be at least a little apt to take such a burden in, a place that wouldn't shoot such a bland face on sight...
... Sorry, for the pause there. I had to make sure my hood was up...
In conclusion, here I am. Hello, world... Betelgeuse. My name is Tux, and I've seen the other, other side. There is nothing there.
Skills: Perhaps I retain some form of my bow skill from a past life, but I highly doubt it. However, I'm always fine for a conversation... I remember some of your faces.
Appearance: I won't be showing you my face this evening, or the next, I'm afraid. I'm scared to find out if it's actually there. However, if you see a brown hooded figure, consider it as my face, because that's what I died in, and apparently it's what I live on in. It's quite convenient, I suppose...
Fezzes are also cool, but considering how I can don a top hat outside of the internet, I'll stick with that.
Minecraft Account Name: ashcrash13
Age: 15
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I have been wanting to try something like for a long time now. Never found the right type, the fact that its like the world is coming to an end makes it so cool. The fact of thinking that you of all people survive an armageddon of sorts is just incredible. Sometimes i stay awake at night thinking about what it would be like to be that last of your kind after an apocalypse.
IC Info
Age:23
Name: Ash
Biography: He was left in an orphanage as soon as he was born. he was an outsider, On the outside, he was tough courageous. But he always had a bit of fear in him, but thats why he kept fighting. He loved that fear, he wanted more. It pushed him and pushed him. He had never been the friendly type. He was always a loner.
Skills: Courageous, Hunter, Brave, Strong.
Appearance: Blond hair, A robe/cloak, blue pants, very young looking for his age
Minecraft Account Name: zstockton
Age: 16
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I was here at 1.9. I'm sorry I forgot to join, please let me live!
IC Info
Age: 24
Name: Sven Julianos
Biography: Sven is a fugitive; he's spent his adulthood running from the bounty hunters after his head. Sven's never stayed in one place for very long, always drifting along and running away. After a while, he forgot what they were chasing him about. Apparently, they didn't. So, after amazing rooftop chases and heart-pounding narrow escapes, Sven was caught in a tree. One of the hunters threw a dagger at him; it caught Sven's arm, and propelled him back into a wormhole that randomly opened at that moment. Now Sven, dazed and confused, is forced to live in a world he knows nothing about.
Skills: Parkour (Free-running), marksmanship.
Appearance: His hair is ruffled due to lack of a brush, and his clothing is dirty and worn from all of his hiding. However, he has well-developed muscles due to his 'exercise'.
wow...... I feel ashamed of how small and inferior my post is compared to yours.......
Minecraft account name: mrfish331
Age: 17
Why am I interested: I have been looking for a good RP server now for a while and I saw this one in the forums, so I stopped by and made an app. BUT since I didn't get accepted I thought to myself "Maybe they just don't want any Dwarves". So I asked the_elimist if I can try again with a new character, and the response was yes. So here we go again :smile.gif: . Oh and the rest of the reason I wanted to join is because it looks like the server has a strong story to it and I want to try it out.
IC
Age: 23
Name: Leotto
Bio: I am a ranger, most call us Archers, I live in the forests but occasionally head to into town for supplies and to visit the tavern... there is almost always work to be done. Now my childhood wasn't like most others, growing up in a town, I grew up in the forest. I lost my father in a hunting accident. My mother went into depression, she always thought her husband was out there somewhere. One day she wandered away from camp looking for my father, she never returned. That is when I started my life alone in the forest. All i had was my tent, bed and my bow with a quiver full of arrows. When the Lich cast his darkness across the land I fled under the cover of the forest. I wandered around for days until I came across the town of Betelgeuse. I dare not stay in or near a town for long, but under the current circumstances i had no choice. I now live just outside the town of Betelgeuse, some days getting jobs from town, others are spent in the forest keeping myself in touch with the one thing I know and love the most, the forest.
Skills: bow use and leather work along with cooking.
Appearance: I wear a forest green cloak with the hood up and a green tunic below that.
By the way.... Fezzes are cool.
sorry I had to edit for a forgotten line in my bio.
Minecraft Account Name: nickimmy
Age: 13
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I love RP, both in mincraft and in other RPGs (Fallout, Skyrim, Fable etc.). Also, this server seems to have a nice community and a cool map.
IC Info
Age: 24
Name: Nikolai Starka
Biography: Nikolai was born to the son of a healer, who practiced magic and potions. At the age of 14 his father wanted him to start practicing alchemy and potions, so he did. He was an average scholar, not too good but showed a bit of promise. Near the end of his training, at the age of 17, he was required to invent his own potion. He studied pictures and read about the fabled 'Zombie Pigman' of the nether, and decided he wanted to create a combination potion. He worked very hard at this for many weeks, he finally made a test example. Tragically, he dropped his potion near his cat Claus, and subsequently was transformed into a Cat-Man. He has been a cat man for 7 years, and has grown used to it. He still wears a hood to cover himself up, and is ashamed of his body. He has gained some skills through being a cat.
Skills: Nikolai is very stealthy, with (Mind the pun) cat-like reflexes. He is a rogue. He still has some speech skills, but many people do not take him seriously
Appearance: He always wears a dark hood, and is a slightly ginger shade. He is regularly built and, of course, looks like a large cat. oh and FEZZIES ARE COOL.
No, no, don't feel bad- I had a LOT to work with, believe me.
Hello to you too, sight. :3
^-^ Good to hear from you bud. Just to let you know, we don't have VanishNoPacket D:
Minecraft Account Name: kiffehz278
Age:18
Why Are You Interested In Joining?
Because i'm interested in roleplay and i'm looking for a community to join in order to have a fun and interesting way to socialize and improve my social abilities.
IC Info
Age: unknown
Name: Nadia Desilver,
Biography:
Although Nadia dose not know much about her past,her first memories of childhood were not of good, Abandoned my her village as a child Nadia found her self living alone in the wilds surviving by observing the ways of the animals and picking up skills and tricks to hunt and survive, as she grew older she became more in tune with nature and has carefully crafted her body and mind to work to the advantages of what the wilds provide her.Nadia is timid, gentle and always trying to avoid violence, sometimes cocky and arrogant, but when backed into a comer she would not hesitate to harm others.
Skills:Nadia has fast reflexes, stamina that could beat a horse, although not very strong, she has the ability to strike at an enemy's body with deadly accuracy, she also posses the ability to calm creatures of the wild.
Appearance:she has dark skin, and wears an old torn cloak, hidden daggers and green eyes,, her voice is soothing and soft, but with a hint of confidence.
Whitelisted, should prove an interesting character concept.
Sure why not :biggrin.gif:
Minecraft Account Name: Denivire
Age: 14
Why Are You Interested In Joining? I like role-playing - especially in a Medieval/fantasy way.
IC Info
Age: 28
Name: Roth Des Everest
Biography: A simple man of no true virtue or goal, he spent most of his life in his quaint farm home in the New Era (which is what his family called the chaotic events). He planted and harvested crops and lived a normal life. His parents grew of age and passed a peaceful death. But since trade routes didn't lead to his home he had to migrate and adventure. His name is Roth Des Everest, and his newest dream is to influence the new world - in these hard times.
Skills: Tongue/Speechcraft, since he wishes to practice the ways of a politician.
Appearance: Helmet over head, rugged iron buckle with lightly woven chain armor, and red cloth surrounding it lightly.
Did I mention Fezzes are cool?
Ha, that's fine. Whatever. :3
We don't have spout, so we can't have VanishNoPacket. That's why we've got Mob Disguise. =P
Also, what big event, Sight?