In Game Name:bigwhamer
Country of Residence and Time Zone:USA Central (Chicago)
Define roleplaying with your own words: When you act as something or someone ,usually mythical, else that you're not.
Role Play Experience: Skyrim,Rage, and several Minecraft rp servers
What is your reason to be applying to this server ? This server sounds really good and I was looking for a good rp server.
RP Example: "Hello there sir, how can i help you?", The Blacksmith said to me. "I'd like an iron axe", I replied "That'll be twenty gold", he said as he reached for the axe "Easy" I said quickly pulling out a large bag of gold and payed for the axe. I rthen slid it over the back of my heavy armor.
Bio:As small boy Malin was sold to make money for his parents. He was then put out everyday to beg for money. At night he was taken in an abandoned house, up two flights of narrow stairs, and into a small loft. Eventually he was sold to a rich owner of a famous inn. His drunken master left him on the side of an old bridge. After a week a fake "magician" payed a small bag of gold for the boty to be his apprentice. When he turned twenty-one Malin was free to leave. And for six years Malin wandered the land.
]I know that the apps are closed but please try to except me, I love anything steampunk
OCC: Jesse, and please don't mistake me for a girl, it's annoying as hell In Game Name: Im_a_llama Age: 13 Aether Years Country of Residence and Time Zone: U.S.A and Pacific (California) Define roleplaying with your own words: Taking the role of a different character in a fantasy world, which usually includes magic, fighting, and some form of government that's being contested by factions of rebels Role Play Experience: Not much, basically just TES: Oblivion and Skyrim What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I love anything steampunk IC: Please elaborate, I know what this is, but i'm not sure what to put here Name: Commander Killbourn Age: 40ish RP Example: Dr. Heinsler was finally done, he had spent 18 years of his life working on this. Ot took seven years to get the supplies, and eleven more to build it. It was a strangely beautiful contraption made of *ivory, ebony, steel, and rubies. "Vell Hanz, we are finally done." He said to his eagerly awaiting assistant. "Throw ze svitch please." Heinsler had no idea what was gonna happen, and was frankley, rather scared. But he didn't show his fear, for his assistants sake.
His assistant (Who we shall refer to from now on as Hanz) threw the switch upward. A glowing light appeared in between two rubies connected to the dashboard. By now the doctor had already climbed into the cockpit of the contraption. He flipped some switches and pressed a few buttons. The contraption made a strange whirring noise, unlike any the doctor had ever heard before. "Hanz, come on, get in!" Yelled the doctor over the sound of the machines engine. After Hanz got in, the doctor pulled a lever. A blinding light came from the doctors laboratory, which for one minute, all of Germany and parts of France and Italy could see. And for one minute, it increased the gravitational pull of earth and caused a meteorite to fall upon Tunguska and disappear into an alternate dimension before it could hit the ground. As for the doctor, no one ever found out what happened to him.
To Be Continued
Bio: Commander Killbourn's son was born on the night of that indecent with the doctor. And on that night, Killbourn was shot down from the sky by an enemy airship. On that night his life changed forever. On that night, **the German military invaded England and killed his wife and child. After that his life went on a downward spiral. He quit his job in the military, and went on a killing spree for people who were responsible for his wife's murder. He spent the next 20 years of his life trying to get revenge, and after he got it, he didn't feel any better. So he joined the military again and instantly got promoted to Commander, and now lives a simple and quiet life on a military base, and commands the 59th Air Squadron, and has 29 medals
*Yes, I stole half of that from H.G. Wells **I'm sorry if this offended any Germans, it wasn't meant to, it's just part of the story
I Don't know if you guys read the last pages, but the applications for beta are closed, me and Nomis are going to find the best beta players to help us get the server done the more quickly possible, thanks for all you trying to help us.
Roleplay Defenition:Roleplaying is about a world in a game or real life you are a character that you create and you have a personality that you can express to other people
Roleplaying Experience :Final fantasy and World of warcraft
What is my reason to be applying?:I want to be more fond to roleplay and steampunk
Master:I will leave you here and you will stay Halady do I make myself clear?
Halady:Master you make yourself clear you may leave now
*Halady's master went off to a journey and came back to visit after a few months*
Bio:Was created by a man named Alphadore.Alphadore created Hadaly after he became a mechanic Hadaly had alot of weapons and interactions so she was created to have no emotion ever since Hadaly was created she wasant really introdouced to alot of people(sorry for the so short bio had writers block)
oops just read that BETA was closed please disregard
OCC: In Game Name: ryex180 Age:16 Country of Residence and Time Zone:USA Eastern (West Virginia) Define roleplaying with your own words: You create someone and take on there persona Role Play Experience: Dungeon Craft, All Bethesda Games, Medieval times, Renascence Festival What is your reason to be applying to this server ? I love everything steam punk , pulse its a great refresher from all these medieval RP servers IC: Name: Ryex Age:19 RP Example: As I lay there on the burning floor of my family's house my head was flashing with the events that just took place I held my side as blood gushed from the gaping sword wound I looked back in the corner of the room my little sisters lifeless body limp and frail. My flashed with anger these bastards think they can just come in here, kill my family burn my home and get away unscathed? "No!!!!" Yelled as I walked out the front door to the yard where these monsters were lingering "I'LL KILL YOU!!!!". I stumbled in to the yard blood still running from my wound I could fell the anger fill my body with hatred and power. "Oh look boys we got a survivor" the man said as he stepped forward. He lunged at my chest with his sword i quickly sidestepped and snapped his arm like a stick while taking his sword and shoving it through his throat. I then got a sudden burst of energy from god knows were and dashed forwards with speed that i didn't even know was humanly possible and cut the other two men down slicing them completely in half. I fell to my knees my vision fading from blood loss i could see the outline of a woman approaching as i passed out.
The thread isn't dead, but very sick. The doctors know how to save the thread, but it wont respond to any help offers. Its closest friends and family members gather around the hospital bed, sobbing. "Please" they cry, "Just give them the ip so we can save this server!" But the thread's heart begins to slow down, the beats getting softer and irregular. "My professional opinion is that if something isn't done within a week" the doctor said gravely, "You will need to start planning the funeral." The color drained from the crowd's faces. All you could hear was one anonymous member sobbing, "Why Lyuka and/or Nomis, WHY?"
It's sad really.... I have seen so many servers that had great potential wither and die. One day you are really excited for it and the staff is excited but then on one random day someone gives up or no one bothers to continue the progress. I really hope Clockwork Revolution never goes to the failed dreams graveyard.
OCC: 13 years old, male/ guy
Why do you want to join clockwork evolution? Because I recently got into steampunks and like the way they do things. Steampunks + minecraft = awesomeness
RP example: "I gotta work my way up to being someone worth dying for. A hero."
Bio: Flint Gearheart is a low-class steampunk who grew up with his parents in a clock tower, ringing the bells each day. One day a group of air ships came along and were looking for some men who would join the S.I.A. (Skylord Institute of Aircrafts) flint was old enough by that point but couldn't join because of his record. Flint trained by himself for years to try to become a hero but hispace was stolen by a snotty boy named skyler. He was excepted into the S.I.A. Two years later. Flint then decided at the age of 16 to move out of town and bid his parents farewell. He was hoping to find some town that someday would remember him. He found the clockworks on a dusty old map. He has some skills with swords and mild martial arts. His most prized possessions are his fathers goggles and the sword he found one day. What will it be? Fate or destiny?
Why do you want to join ClockWork Revolution ? Read the lore, sounded pretty good, so I thought, might as well give it shot.
Name: Helius Skyborn
RP Example: "Minerva, do you honestly think I'm going to fall for that trick again?" Helius looked at his pocket watch. " We need to leave to The Cyrano, now." Minerva did not come out of bed. Helius had to walk upstairs and push her out of bed. "Please I'm begging you. You are my first mate. We have to leave NOW. The crew is waiting!"
"Fine." Minerva said. "I dont get why we have to leave so early, tough."
"Because, if not, the gogs will find us. And after that- Helius stuck out his tongue like he was being choked.
Bio: Helius was only eight when he began flying. His dream had always been to be a pilot and after years of training, he had finally achieved his goal. Now that he had gotten his license, Helius set his eyes on one thing. The Airship Cyrano. It was strongest naval airship in all of New London. He had to fight for it, and for fight for it hard. He managed to strike a few deals with the Black Hearts. Which gained him access to a few of the owner's family. Now Helius... he wasn't the kindest of hearts. He had taken the Cyrano's owner's daughter and locked her in The Black Hearts' dungeon. The owner begged and begged and finally gave the ship to Helius. Helius had then been succesful. He was a pilot of the strongest ship in the New London Navy.