Backstory: I was the son of a wealthy scientist who plunged the world into chaos. After the incident my father took my mother and headed deep underground. About 15 years later they had me. My father taught me basic survival skills as I grew older. Ill never forget the time he taught how to make tools out of just wood.
On my 15th birthday, my father had told me had a gift for me in his old lab, on the surface. My father told me he would be back in a few days, he never did return.... A few weeks later I gathered supplies and my mother and we left our safe haven. After about five hours of travel I came across a small community. I decided it would be best to leave mother there because it would be safest for her. Ever since then Ive been searching for my father
RP Example: I see a small hut in the distance. I cautiously approach, keeping my wits about. At first glance the hut seems abandoned but upon closer inspection its obvious someone or something has been living there. I silently open the door, then creep inside.
IGN:Sniperman512 Age:22 Reason for joining:To be a freind Are you mature?:Yes
IC: Character name:Sniperman512 Age:22 Gender:Male Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough):Was born, had minor seizures untill 7, started hacving grandma seizuresuntill,10.
Then started a special medi. thats all u need know.. RP example:Says away or sneaks attack on people Picture of skin: is that ok...
Alrighty here's re-submission of my application, with more added to Ranger Harth's backstory ^.^ What I added is underlined ☣☣☣ OOC: IGN: swisscheeseluver
Name: Dan Age: 17 Reason for joining: I'm looking for a good server to join, and a roleplaying deal seems right to me. I'd love to try it out! Are you mature?: Totally, I've run my own server, and I can understand how annoying it can be when people don't follow the rules.
IC: Character name: Ranger Harth Age: 21 Gender: male Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough):
Born 11 years after the Portal incident, Ranger Harth has no idea what the world was like before he was born. He only has the stories that the others in the community can tell him, though most of them seem too incredible to be true. Preferring to stick to reality as much as possible(it's easy to get killed when you're daydreaming), Harth has dedicated himself to the most dangerous of professions: Ranger. These are the hard men and women who range outside the walls of communities, searching for supplies, weapons, and refugees, while scouting for -- and sometimes confronting -- the beings that roam freely in the wasteland. Harth is the perfect man for this job: he has no family to speak of (his parents having died years before, when their small settlement was overrun), few personal possessions(can't carry much if you're running from a creeper), and no emotional baggage to speak of. Although only 21, he is passable in any and all forms of combat, whether with a weapon or not. His rough exterior makes it hard for him to connect with people, however, and so spends as much time as he can scouting or exploring. Harth has been wounded countless times, and sports dozens of scars on every part of his body that serve as a reminder of the cost of survival.One particular battle, one in which Harth nearly lost his arm, was over a small settlement. A group of marauders had decided that the buildings would be their new shelter, woe to the people inside. Harth and a company of other men and women held off the bandits in a fierce firefight that lasted for days.
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The sun was so hot it seemed that the very rocks were melting around Harth's feet. "Gods," he thought, "If I'm out here much longer maybe I won't have to wait for a monster to find me. This blasted sun will kill me just as quickly." It was still another two hours to the community, but his mission had not been without purpose. In the sack he carried over his back was sets of salvaged armor and two dented swords. If he managed to make it to the community alive, he could arm two or three more people with it, and they would stay alive that much longer. Not that it mattered whether they were armed; those damned creatures could rip a man in two, no matter if they had armor on or not. Harth grumbled and started to climb the steep rise in front of him; the one that, when a man stood at its crest, could just see the lights of the community. Suddenly he heard a noise. Knowing he would soon be in for a fight, Harth tossed down his sack and pulled out two axes. The noise intensified, and grew to a steady hum that he knew could only be spiders. As he pulled on his combat helmet, Harth muttered, "Come and get me, you little slimy buggers."
"If we put our lobster bibs on backwards and swam around in the ocean, would crabs come over to us and think we were some kind of god-king?" - towely10, 2/22/13
No idea Sora. Kinda wondering how often this is checked. Looking at the messages between pages 34 ( the one with your app) and 36( the current last page) I didn't see anything. Feel free to check to see if I missed them giving you an approved message, and/or try connecting to the server.
Backstory: I was the son of a wealthy scientist who plunged the world into chaos. After the incident my father took my mother and headed deep underground. About 15 years later they had me. My father taught me basic survival skills as I grew older. Ill never forget the time he taught how to make tools out of just wood.
On my 15th birthday, my father had told me had a gift for me in his old lab, on the surface. My father told me he would be back in a few days, he never did return.... A few weeks later I gathered supplies and my mother and we left our safe haven. After about five hours of travel I came across a small community. I decided it would be best to leave mother there because it would be safest for her. Ever since then Ive been searching for my father
RP Example: I see a small hut in the distance. I cautiously approach, keeping my wits about. At first glance the hut seems abandoned but upon closer inspection its obvious someone or something has been living there. I silently open the door, then creep inside.
Keegan97's NEW NEW NEW NEW whitelist application (did that help?)
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Name: Keegan Kowalski
Age:14
Gender: Male
Reason for joining: I love zombies, roleplaying and the lore is cool too
Are you mature?: Im pretty mature when it comes to roleplaying (I Play D&D!)
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Character Name: Adam Smith
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Bio: Born a decade after the incident Adam was raised by his mother after his father was eaten by zombies after hunting for food. After his father died he started to practice swinging a axe and shooting a bow as a young boy. Adam was raised in a hut in the middle of a forest and lived mainly by chopping wood, Hunting small game, and defending his sickly mother. After his mother had died because of a deadly sickness brought on by spiders when she was attacked outside one day, After that he could not stay in the woods any longer so he went outside of the woods. Out of the forest He found a world in ruin, and the only people he would meet would be either afraid to move outside or people that would try to kill him. Adam is deft with a axe and a bow, and is a man who will often work well in groups. He is somewhat good at surviving and is a good fisherman taught from a young age. But he is easily angered, and often times will hurt himself in a fall. He is very agile when it comes to climbing, or jumping through the treetops.
RP example: Adam is looking in the forest for some fire wood, but then gets attacked by a few undead, he then proceeds to climb up a tree and jump from tree to tree, Adam is trying to look for a way to get out of this situation and then sees some men cautiously on patrol after hearing a rustling in the bushes and warns them about the monsters, he then jumps out of the tree and helps the men fight them. They dispatch them after careful fighting making sure not to hit any of each other and he thanks them for helping and rewards them with half of all of his food and water then leaves grateful for their service. He then wanders aimlessly toward the nearest civilization.
Reason for joining: This looks like a really good server. I'm pretty much addicted to minecraft but I’m getting bored of single player. This server looks like it takes RP serious, which is what I'm looking for.
Are you mature?: Yes
IC:
Character name: Aaron Fultern
Age: 36
Backstory: Aaron was only four when the portal incident happened. Riots broke out in his town a few days later. During the riots someone broke in, shot his mom, took everything, and left. His dad was shot too, but he survived only to be separated by him 8 years later. His best friend was also separated. It happened when his parents tried to get out of town during the riots, and took him with them. He joined a gang in his teenage years. He joined them because they saved his live when an insane man was attacking him. While in the gang he did things he wasn't proud of, but now he isn't hesitant to kill. Three years later while they were raiding, his gang killed the parents of a small child. He realized that they were terrible people, so when they weren't looking he ran off. The gang has a price on his head now. One day he came across the gang. He was running from them with his best friend that he met just before he joined the gang. He managed to lose them but his friend was shot. With his last breath he told him where his old friend was and that he was sick. The sickness is causing him to slowly go insane.
Aaron has been looking for his friend and a cure since. He himself is sick with a similar disease; he throws random fits of rage and loses his mind when he gets frustrated. Luckily, he has something that helps him with his anger. He has to eat a whole melon once every few days. He knows what the cure is; he has to eat one golden apple each day for a week. He found it out when he ate a golden apple and he stopped having fits for the rest of the week.
RP example: Aaron is walking, when a looter attacks him. The looter demanded he give him what he had on him or he shoots. He gives it to him and the looter leaves. After the looter left, Aaron starts wandering. On the ground he finds a bat. He heads toward the direction where the looter left. Aaron finds the looter and runs up to him and knocks his gun out of his hand. Aaron starts swinging at the looter. The looter punches him a few times until Aaron finally knocks him to the floor and finishes him off. He retrieves his stolen items and what the looter had on him.
Picture of skin: I don't know how to post a picture, but I can tell you that it's perfect for this server.
You're missing something from your app, reread the rules then make appropriate adjustments.
Alrighty here's re-submission of my application, with more added to Ranger Harth's backstory ^.^ What I added is underlined ☣☣☣ OOC: IGN: swisscheeseluver
Name: Dan Age: 17 Reason for joining: I'm looking for a good server to join, and a roleplaying deal seems right to me. I'd love to try it out! Are you mature?: Totally, I've run my own server, and I can understand how annoying it can be when people don't follow the rules.
IC: Character name: Ranger Harth Age: 21 Gender: male Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough):
Born 11 years after the Portal incident, Ranger Harth has no idea what the world was like before he was born. He only has the stories that the others in the community can tell him, though most of them seem too incredible to be true. Preferring to stick to reality as much as possible(it's easy to get killed when you're daydreaming), Harth has dedicated himself to the most dangerous of professions: Ranger. These are the hard men and women who range outside the walls of communities, searching for supplies, weapons, and refugees, while scouting for -- and sometimes confronting -- the beings that roam freely in the wasteland. Harth is the perfect man for this job: he has no family to speak of (his parents having died years before, when their small settlement was overrun), few personal possessions(can't carry much if you're running from a creeper), and no emotional baggage to speak of. Although only 21, he is passable in any and all forms of combat, whether with a weapon or not. His rough exterior makes it hard for him to connect with people, however, and so spends as much time as he can scouting or exploring. Harth has been wounded countless times, and sports dozens of scars on every part of his body that serve as a reminder of the cost of survival.One particular battle, one in which Harth nearly lost his arm, was over a small settlement. A group of marauders had decided that the buildings would be their new shelter, woe to the people inside. Harth and a company of other men and women held off the bandits in a fierce firefight that lasted for days.
RP example:
The sun was so hot it seemed that the very rocks were melting around Harth's feet. "Gods," he thought, "If I'm out here much longer maybe I won't have to wait for a monster to find me. This blasted sun will kill me just as quickly." It was still another two hours to the community, but his mission had not been without purpose. In the sack he carried over his back was sets of salvaged armor and two dented swords. If he managed to make it to the community alive, he could arm two or three more people with it, and they would stay alive that much longer. Not that it mattered whether they were armed; those damned creatures could rip a man in two, no matter if they had armor on or not. Harth grumbled and started to climb the steep rise in front of him; the one that, when a man stood at its crest, could just see the lights of the community. Suddenly he heard a noise. Knowing he would soon be in for a fight, Harth tossed down his sack and pulled out two axes. The noise intensified, and grew to a steady hum that he knew could only be spiders. As he pulled on his combat helmet, Harth muttered, "Come and get me, you little slimy buggers."
IGN: Mondasin Age: 18 Reason for joining: Started playing on a RP server back in beta 1.7 and this seems like a nice server of equal or greater epicness. Are you mature?: I might make some immature jokes every now and then, but if the server deems that inappropriate then I can contain that immaturity making me, very much, mature.
Character name: Mond A. Behr Age: 25 Gender: Male Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): The mutated offspring of a pair of escaped cicus grizzly bears. The first seven years of Mond's life was spent foraging for food, digging makeshift dens, and avoiding humans that his more or less feral parents distrusted. Mond had not been inprisoned in a circus like his parents, so he was more curious of humans and their culture. As Mond grew he resembled more like a bear version of the werewolves he saw on the covers of unburned books in the few towns his family had tore through for any type of food. He learned that some travelers, fleeing from besieged lands towards one of the more secure communities that stood in the wasteland, were jumpy, and often paniced if they saw him or his kin wandering nearby. Other humans were more bold, cruel and hungry like the group of bandits that slew his parents for food. Mond didn't let the murders of his parents stand unpunished, but he didn't rush them in rage either, he waited for night fall and baited a group of mutants into the bandits camp. While the bandits focused on the mutants swarming into the camp, Mond using his claws tore into the few bandits that survived the mutant onslaught. Mond took the pelts of his parents and gave them a proper burial near the den he had been birthed in. Mond realising that roaming the wilds would just end in a grizzly demise like his parents, decided to seek refuge with the friendly-er human communities, but first he'd need suitible clothing, showing up bear naked with ill-practiced english was more likely to get him shot. Luckily for him, he knew that the owner of the circus his parents were a part of, had spare suits incase one of the animals ripped one during the show. Mond found the suits to fit surprisingly well, even if they were slightly singed. With some cloths and speech that was good enough to make people not immediately shoot him, he set off to find some accepting humans.
RP example: Mond woke from his slumber, was it just the wind moving litter around the burnt ruins of the small town he took refuge in, or if it was something more sinister. Perhaps a half starved mutant wandered into the town and began gnawing on a fence, or maybe it was some bandits like the ones that shot his parents for food. Swift: Great another picked town, nothing of use here unless you want to carry rotted wood home. Rose: Relax honey, its only another days travel to the western community, we'll be safe there.
Mond thought "great, its a small caravan. Slightest wrong move around them, and someone, more likely me, will get shot." Mond noticed something shambling towards the small camp from the darkness. A simple zombie, by itself not too much of a threat, but if it saw the humans and let out its alarm-like moan, any wild beast in the area my swarm in for a quick meal. Mond sneaks around the camp to get in to position to pounce the undead, hopefully silencing it before it spooks the humans. As he creeps up to the zombie, it sights a sleeping caravan guard, this sends the zombie almsot tumbling towards its target. Mond seeing this situation, debating whether to save the guard knowing it would wake him and set off an alarm, or let the guard die and escaped before more undead show up. Mond decided on saving the poor man, leaping over a wagon, landing on the zombie and bringing a brick down on to the creatures head. the impact of the brick on bone emitted a horrid noised like a watermelon being forced through chain-link fence. Picture of skin:http://www.minecraft.../pedobear-suit/
Deadjaw himself will personally go over this one, he told me he personally wants to review chars that are not human, if you are good enough you can be accepted. also you're forgetting something. reread the rules please.
Backstory: I was the son of a wealthy miner who helped uncover the portal frame . After the incident my father took my mother and headed deep underground. About 15 years later they had me. My father taught me basic survival skills as I grew older. Ill never forget the time he taught how to make tools out of just wood.
On my 15th birthday, my father had told me had a gift for me in his old lab, on the surface. My father told me he would be back in a few days, he never did return.... A few weeks later I gathered supplies and my mother and we left our safe haven. After about five hours of travel I came across a small community. I decided it would be best to leave mother there because it would be safest for her. Ever since then Ive been searching for my father
RP Example: I see a small hut in the distance. I cautiously approach, keeping my wits about. At first glance the hut seems abandoned but upon closer inspection its obvious someone or something has been living there. I silently open the door, then creep inside. Skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/131181/fallout-skin/
Reason for joining: This looks like a really good server. I'm pretty much addicted to minecraft but I’m getting bored of single player. This server looks like it takes RP serious, which is what I'm looking for.
Are you mature?: Yes
IC:
Character name: Aaron Fultern
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Backstory: Aaron was only four when the portal incident happened. Riots broke out in his town a few days later. During the riots someone broke in, shot his mom, took everything, and left. His dad was shot too, but he survived only to be separated by him 8 years later. His best friend was also separated. It happened when his parents tried to get out of town during the riots, and took him with them. He joined a gang in his teenage years. He joined them because they saved his live when an insane man was attacking him. While in the gang he did things he wasn't proud of, but now he isn't hesitant to kill. Three years later while they were raiding, his gang killed the parents of a small child. He realized that they were terrible people, so when they weren't looking he ran off. The gang has a price on his head now. One day he came across the gang. He was running from them with his best friend that he met just before he joined the gang. He managed to lose them but his friend was shot. With his last breath he told him where his old friend was and that he was sick. The sickness is causing him to slowly go insane.
Aaron has been looking for his friend and a cure since. He himself is sick with a similar disease; he throws random fits of rage and loses his mind when he gets frustrated. Luckily, he has something that helps him with his anger. He has to eat a whole melon once every few days. He knows what the cure is; he has to eat one golden apple each day for a week. He found it out when he ate a golden apple and he stopped having fits for the rest of the week.
RP example: Aaron is walking, when a looter attacks him. The looter demanded he give him what he had on him or he shoots. He gives it to him and the looter leaves. After the looter left, Aaron starts wandering. On the ground he finds a bat. He heads toward the direction where the looter left. Aaron finds the looter and runs up to him and knocks his gun out of his hand. Aaron starts swinging at the looter. The looter punches him a few times until Aaron finally knocks him to the floor and finishes him off. He retrieves his stolen items and what the looter had on him.
Picture of skin: I don't know how to post a picture, but I can tell you that it's perfect for this server.
Reason for joining: This looks like a really good server. I'm pretty much addicted to minecraft but I’m getting bored of single player. This server looks like it takes RP serious, which is what I'm looking for.
Are you mature?: Yes
IC:
Character name: Aaron Fultern
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Backstory: Aaron was only four when the portal incident happened. Riots broke out in his town a few days later. During the riots someone broke in, shot his mom, took everything, and left. His dad was shot too, but he survived only to be separated by him 8 years later. His best friend was also separated. It happened when his parents tried to get out of town during the riots, and took him with them. He joined a gang in his teenage years. He joined them because they saved his live when an insane man was attacking him. While in the gang he did things he wasn't proud of, but now he isn't hesitant to kill. Three years later while they were raiding, his gang killed the parents of a small child. He realized that they were terrible people, so when they weren't looking he ran off. The gang has a price on his head now. One day he came across the gang. He was running from them with his best friend that he met just before he joined the gang. He managed to lose them but his friend was shot. With his last breath he told him where his old friend was and that he was sick. The sickness is causing him to slowly go insane.
Aaron has been looking for his friend and a cure since. He himself is sick with a similar disease; he throws random fits of rage and loses his mind when he gets frustrated. Luckily, he has something that helps him with his anger. He has to eat a whole melon once every few days. He knows what the cure is; he has to eat one golden apple each day for a week. He found it out when he ate a golden apple and he stopped having fits for the rest of the week.
RP example: Aaron is walking, when a looter attacks him. The looter demanded he give him what he had on him or he shoots. He gives it to him and the looter leaves. After the looter left, Aaron starts wandering. On the ground he finds a bat. He heads toward the direction where the looter left. Aaron finds the looter and runs up to him and knocks his gun out of his hand. Aaron starts swinging at the looter. The looter punches him a few times until Aaron finally knocks him to the floor and finishes him off. He retrieves his stolen items and what the looter had on him.
Picture of skin: I don't know how to post a picture, but I can tell you that it's perfect for this server.
Backstory: I was the son of a wealthy miner who helped uncover the portal frame . After the incident my father took my mother and headed deep underground. About 15 years later they had me. My father taught me basic survival skills as I grew older. Ill never forget the time he taught how to make tools out of just wood.
On my 15th birthday, my father had told me had a gift for me in his old lab, on the surface. My father told me he would be back in a few days, he never did return.... A few weeks later I gathered supplies and my mother and we left our safe haven. After about five hours of travel I came across a small community. I decided it would be best to leave mother there because it would be safest for her. Ever since then Ive been searching for my father
RP Example: I see a small hut in the distance. I cautiously approach, keeping my wits about. At first glance the hut seems abandoned but upon closer inspection its obvious someone or something has been living there. I silently open the door, then creep inside. Skin: http://www.minecraft...1/fallout-skin/
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Your backstory needs expanding. How did they live underground? Where there a bunker or did they just live in the caves? Did you encounter any bandits along the way to the safe communities? You need a longer RP example. A few lines isn't sufficient. What happened when you creep inside? Who was the man? Finally reread the rules.
IGN: Mondasin
Age: 18
Reason for joining: First real minecraft multiplayer experience was on a RP server, and I would like to play on a server that cares about RP and story-making within minecraft.
Are you mature?: Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Yes, I am mature, both physically and mentally, if someone finds any jokes or terminology I use to be immature or offensive I will try to correct that.
Character name: Brigity Leaver
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): Brigity named after the main character of a less than well known comic book, was born to the young couple of Samuel Leaver and Magen Laurence. When Brigity was nine, the small community he lived it was besieged by giant spiders. The millitia attempted to fend off the beasts, felling two or three spiders before the small group of men was surrounded. Samuel was able to send out a distress signal before he was cacooned, while Magen fell after saving Brigity from a pair of recluses. Brigity ran, following his mothers last wish to escaped, he made his way to one of the many hide outs he had dug in the town. The night was still young, brigity safe in his hideout that not even the best seekers in the often games of hide-n-seek could find, was forced to hear the screams and wails of the townsfolk. Two days passed before help arrived, Brigity was the only survivor of that night. The rescue party was able to find him without attracting too much attention, but as the retreated from the arachnid infested town, they dropped torches in some key buildings, hopefully burning out the spiders. Brigity was adopted by an old miner, perhaps one that dug up the gate, but he didn't say much about his history. The old miner was known to must as Flint, and a few more or less formal types called hi Mr. Jacobs. Flint taught Brigity everything he knew about mining, how to build safe tunnels, what to do if you tunnel into lava, and many other tricks. Flint wasn't sure if he should teach Brigity how to location insect tunnels, or spider nests that often had exposed gold ore, or even shiny valubles taken from victums of their swarms. Brigity spent 9 years learning, and working under Flint. Not a day passed where he Didn't think about finding the spider queen that lead the assault on his town, and burning it to a crisp. Brigity in recent years has been making a living off of selling rare ores to various communities that need everything from stone to rebuild walls or iron for weapons and armor. He even helped a few expeditions and trade caravans cross the wastelands in safety.
RP example: After 12 years of searching Brigity Leaver, finally found the nesting grounds of the tilted hour-glass spiders. Brigity had spotted a scout spider with the red tilted hour-glass on its back, heading back home with a wounded leg. After twenty unnaturally long minutes of stealthly trailing the foul-smelling creature, he found the entrance to its nest. The Openning it crawled into was more than twice the size of the four foot diameter spider. Brigity had dealt with many spider nests, knowing that the best option was to dig down and hit one of the spider tunnels from the side. After several minutes of pulverizing stone, his pickaxe hit an odd brick with a loud *Clank* Brigity thought to himself, "theres nothing that should withstand a blow from his pickaxe, let alone be unscathed from the experience" as he examined the odd stone with a torch. When he first saw the queer stone in the light he fell backwards in a moment of fright. The stone had what appeared to be a circular maw with orange teeth(obsidian on the The End is Extremely Nigh texture pack) Brigity cursed, he'd have to dig around it. Luckily the unholy stone wasn't a wall, just a pillar of some sort, unluckily he just dug into the feeding chamber of the spider queen for this brood. If the queen decided it feed while he was setting up the TnT, he would be in trouble, a few moments passed is complete silence as he snuggled TnT into the webbing, then something brushed his shoulder. Beside almost crapping his pants, Brigity managed to react near silently, it wasn't a spider, someone in one of the cacoons was still alive. A few swipes of the pickaxe to detach the cacoon from the ceiling, and a careful swipe to open it. Flint was in the cacoon, "Whats going on?" Flint coughed. "You were caught by spiders, was anyone else with you?" Brigity whispered as he helped Flint to the escape tunnel. "No, I was exploring an old mine, when the ground collapsed under me." Flint weakly groaned out. "Ok, we have about 3 minutes to reach a safe distance, or the TnT might kill us." Brigity squeaked out while shouldering the more plump than remembered Flint. The trip up through the tunnel took longer than he hoped, only giving them breathing room of eight seconds to clear the hole before the blast sounded and a plume of dust arose from the tunnel. Flint croaked in pain, he'd been bit, a younger man wouldn't die from it, but in his old age the poison could be deadly. Brigity carried some anti-venom on him, but it was more effected if he could find some of the venom of the brood that bit him. Like an answered prayer, a mortally wounded spider limbed from the nest entrance, some stone had fell in the explosion and crushed a large portion of it. Knowing that even a spider this beaten could inflict some serious damage, Brigity had to creep up to it as silent as a cat stalking a field mouse, with one powerful swing he nailed it to the ground with his pickaxe, pulling out a knife to cut out its venom pouch while it twitched. It only took a few moments to prepare the anti-venom, but Flint wasn't fit to travel back to town til first light or later.
Picture of skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/149498/miner/
maybe the rp example is a little too long, but doing the: <Brigity has spotted a small hut in the distance. I carefully stroll up the to hut looking for sighs of life. > type of stuff with no context of other characters in the area, or even having proper names of citys/towns on the server seems a little odd.
OOC: IGN: sorakirby Age: 13 Reason for joining: I just think the whole idea is genius! Cant wait to play! Are you mature?: Yes! (I can be mature if i need to of course!)
IC: Character name: James Bakster Age: 24 Gender: Male Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): James does not remember much of his early childhood. The only thing he remember is the scream from people running around on the street. But he still remember one thing in particular. A face, A friendly face. It was his mother. the only thing he remember after this was her voice, he did not know what she said but he still,l remember the soft friendly voice. Then it all became dark. He was raised by his aunt,and she always told him his parents died protecting him, after this everything was quite normal they lived in an little community of people he especially remember the walls and the ''protectors'' guarding the village 24/7. He learn how to survive by the protectors and to write from one of the elders/teachers. When he was 15 and attack of monsters came to the village and they barely survived it. The last of the villagers and the few protectors left to find an new home (with them James) At the age of 18 (after they moved to a new village) they choose him to become there new ''leader''. Then he decided! he wanted to know more about his mother and fathers death and traveled out in search of answers(To the city where he and his mother and father used to live). But then it happens, When James return 3 mouths later, Theres nothing left except ruins. He run faster then he ever done before to his aunts house. He found her under some parts from the half broken house and started to try helping her. But she just said, ''Its okay. Its to late for me.... But not for you... Look over the land we live in my boy, it was not always like this... And i belive it can be as beautiful as before. Your mother always said you were meant for something big....thats was the last words your mother said to you before she got killed. After that his aunt slowly closed her eyes. Now James swear that he was gonna try helping the people of the world, and make this place a better place again. RP example: James: You did not need to do this for me! You should have run away!
Aunt: But then you would never know what your mother said...
James: I don't care! Now you all died because of me.
Aunt: We died for what we believed on. Its not your fault.... Just promise me one thing!
James: What? Anything!
Aunt: Survive...... Picture of skin: Still making one
RP Example: I see a small hut in the distance. I cautiously approach, keeping my wits about. At first glance the hut seems abandoned but upon closer inspection its obvious someone or something has been living there. I silently open the door, then creep inside.
Skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/131181/fallout-skin/
Khazâd Ai-Mênu!
Khazâd Ai-Mênu!
Age:22
Reason for joining:To be a freind
Are you mature?:Yes
IC:
Character name:Sniperman512
Age:22
Gender:Male
Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough):Was born, had minor seizures untill 7, started hacving grandma seizuresuntill,10.
Then started a special medi. thats all u need know..
RP example:Says away or sneaks attack on people
Picture of skin: is that ok...
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OOC:
IGN: swisscheeseluver
Name: Dan
Age: 17
Reason for joining: I'm looking for a good server to join, and a roleplaying deal seems right to me. I'd love to try it out!
Are you mature?: Totally, I've run my own server, and I can understand how annoying it can be when people don't follow the rules.
IC:
Character name: Ranger Harth
Age: 21
Gender: male
Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough):
Born 11 years after the Portal incident, Ranger Harth has no idea what the world was like before he was born. He only has the stories that the others in the community can tell him, though most of them seem too incredible to be true. Preferring to stick to reality as much as possible(it's easy to get killed when you're daydreaming), Harth has dedicated himself to the most dangerous of professions: Ranger. These are the hard men and women who range outside the walls of communities, searching for supplies, weapons, and refugees, while scouting for -- and sometimes confronting -- the beings that roam freely in the wasteland. Harth is the perfect man for this job: he has no family to speak of (his parents having died years before, when their small settlement was overrun), few personal possessions(can't carry much if you're running from a creeper), and no emotional baggage to speak of. Although only 21, he is passable in any and all forms of combat, whether with a weapon or not. His rough exterior makes it hard for him to connect with people, however, and so spends as much time as he can scouting or exploring. Harth has been wounded countless times, and sports dozens of scars on every part of his body that serve as a reminder of the cost of survival. One particular battle, one in which Harth nearly lost his arm, was over a small settlement. A group of marauders had decided that the buildings would be their new shelter, woe to the people inside. Harth and a company of other men and women held off the bandits in a fierce firefight that lasted for days.
RP example:
The sun was so hot it seemed that the very rocks were melting around Harth's feet. "Gods," he thought, "If I'm out here much longer maybe I won't have to wait for a monster to find me. This blasted sun will kill me just as quickly." It was still another two hours to the community, but his mission had not been without purpose. In the sack he carried over his back was sets of salvaged armor and two dented swords. If he managed to make it to the community alive, he could arm two or three more people with it, and they would stay alive that much longer. Not that it mattered whether they were armed; those damned creatures could rip a man in two, no matter if they had armor on or not. Harth grumbled and started to climb the steep rise in front of him; the one that, when a man stood at its crest, could just see the lights of the community. Suddenly he heard a noise. Knowing he would soon be in for a fight, Harth tossed down his sack and pulled out two axes. The noise intensified, and grew to a steady hum that he knew could only be spiders. As he pulled on his combat helmet, Harth muttered, "Come and get me, you little slimy buggers."
Picture of skin: http://www.minecraft...28/evil-hazmat/
Noting how you described your character 'World plunged into chaos' This happened 32 years ago, plus you're missing something in your application.
Close enough. Accepted
You're missing something from your app, reread the rules then make appropriate adjustments. you're accepted Deadjaw himself will personally go over this one, he told me he personally wants to review chars that are not human, if you are good enough you can be accepted. also you're forgetting something. reread the rules please.
RP Example: I see a small hut in the distance. I cautiously approach, keeping my wits about. At first glance the hut seems abandoned but upon closer inspection its obvious someone or something has been living there. I silently open the door, then creep inside.
Skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/131181/fallout-skin/
Aaron has been looking for his friend and a cure since. He himself is sick with a similar disease; he throws random fits of rage and loses his mind when he gets frustrated. Luckily, he has something that helps him with his anger. He has to eat a whole melon once every few days. He knows what the cure is; he has to eat one golden apple each day for a week. He found it out when he ate a golden apple and he stopped having fits for the rest of the week.
I'm sorry, but for now on I have to ask everyone to be human only. Denied, Sorry that you put that much effort into it to be turned down.
Also, I drew this for you.
I don't think you are really 22. Denied.
Khazâd Ai-Mênu!
Your still missing something from your app.
Denied
Your backstory needs expanding. How did they live underground? Where there a bunker or did they just live in the caves? Did you encounter any bandits along the way to the safe communities? You need a longer RP example. A few lines isn't sufficient. What happened when you creep inside? Who was the man? Finally reread the rules.
EDIT: Sorry for the triple post...
Age: 18
Reason for joining: First real minecraft multiplayer experience was on a RP server, and I would like to play on a server that cares about RP and story-making within minecraft.
Are you mature?: Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Yes, I am mature, both physically and mentally, if someone finds any jokes or terminology I use to be immature or offensive I will try to correct that.
Character name: Brigity Leaver
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): Brigity named after the main character of a less than well known comic book, was born to the young couple of Samuel Leaver and Magen Laurence. When Brigity was nine, the small community he lived it was besieged by giant spiders. The millitia attempted to fend off the beasts, felling two or three spiders before the small group of men was surrounded. Samuel was able to send out a distress signal before he was cacooned, while Magen fell after saving Brigity from a pair of recluses. Brigity ran, following his mothers last wish to escaped, he made his way to one of the many hide outs he had dug in the town. The night was still young, brigity safe in his hideout that not even the best seekers in the often games of hide-n-seek could find, was forced to hear the screams and wails of the townsfolk. Two days passed before help arrived, Brigity was the only survivor of that night. The rescue party was able to find him without attracting too much attention, but as the retreated from the arachnid infested town, they dropped torches in some key buildings, hopefully burning out the spiders. Brigity was adopted by an old miner, perhaps one that dug up the gate, but he didn't say much about his history. The old miner was known to must as Flint, and a few more or less formal types called hi Mr. Jacobs. Flint taught Brigity everything he knew about mining, how to build safe tunnels, what to do if you tunnel into lava, and many other tricks. Flint wasn't sure if he should teach Brigity how to location insect tunnels, or spider nests that often had exposed gold ore, or even shiny valubles taken from victums of their swarms. Brigity spent 9 years learning, and working under Flint. Not a day passed where he Didn't think about finding the spider queen that lead the assault on his town, and burning it to a crisp. Brigity in recent years has been making a living off of selling rare ores to various communities that need everything from stone to rebuild walls or iron for weapons and armor. He even helped a few expeditions and trade caravans cross the wastelands in safety.
RP example: After 12 years of searching Brigity Leaver, finally found the nesting grounds of the tilted hour-glass spiders. Brigity had spotted a scout spider with the red tilted hour-glass on its back, heading back home with a wounded leg. After twenty unnaturally long minutes of stealthly trailing the foul-smelling creature, he found the entrance to its nest. The Openning it crawled into was more than twice the size of the four foot diameter spider. Brigity had dealt with many spider nests, knowing that the best option was to dig down and hit one of the spider tunnels from the side. After several minutes of pulverizing stone, his pickaxe hit an odd brick with a loud *Clank* Brigity thought to himself, "theres nothing that should withstand a blow from his pickaxe, let alone be unscathed from the experience" as he examined the odd stone with a torch. When he first saw the queer stone in the light he fell backwards in a moment of fright. The stone had what appeared to be a circular maw with orange teeth(obsidian on the The End is Extremely Nigh texture pack) Brigity cursed, he'd have to dig around it. Luckily the unholy stone wasn't a wall, just a pillar of some sort, unluckily he just dug into the feeding chamber of the spider queen for this brood. If the queen decided it feed while he was setting up the TnT, he would be in trouble, a few moments passed is complete silence as he snuggled TnT into the webbing, then something brushed his shoulder. Beside almost crapping his pants, Brigity managed to react near silently, it wasn't a spider, someone in one of the cacoons was still alive. A few swipes of the pickaxe to detach the cacoon from the ceiling, and a careful swipe to open it. Flint was in the cacoon, "Whats going on?" Flint coughed. "You were caught by spiders, was anyone else with you?" Brigity whispered as he helped Flint to the escape tunnel. "No, I was exploring an old mine, when the ground collapsed under me." Flint weakly groaned out. "Ok, we have about 3 minutes to reach a safe distance, or the TnT might kill us." Brigity squeaked out while shouldering the more plump than remembered Flint. The trip up through the tunnel took longer than he hoped, only giving them breathing room of eight seconds to clear the hole before the blast sounded and a plume of dust arose from the tunnel. Flint croaked in pain, he'd been bit, a younger man wouldn't die from it, but in his old age the poison could be deadly. Brigity carried some anti-venom on him, but it was more effected if he could find some of the venom of the brood that bit him. Like an answered prayer, a mortally wounded spider limbed from the nest entrance, some stone had fell in the explosion and crushed a large portion of it. Knowing that even a spider this beaten could inflict some serious damage, Brigity had to creep up to it as silent as a cat stalking a field mouse, with one powerful swing he nailed it to the ground with his pickaxe, pulling out a knife to cut out its venom pouch while it twitched. It only took a few moments to prepare the anti-venom, but Flint wasn't fit to travel back to town til first light or later.
Picture of skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/149498/miner/
maybe the rp example is a little too long, but doing the: <Brigity has spotted a small hut in the distance. I carefully stroll up the to hut looking for sighs of life. > type of stuff with no context of other characters in the area, or even having proper names of citys/towns on the server seems a little odd.