I just wanted to say guys, thank you for making my first role playing time an amazing one. I'm not leaving or anything, I just wanted to say it here in the topic. I am having SOOOOOO much fun and I look forward to continue playing with you guys. *gives kisses to all the girls, and fist bumps to guys, cuz kissing guys is weird*
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"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." George Bernard Shaw
I just wanted to say guys, thank you for making my first role playing time an amazing one. I'm not leaving or anything, I just wanted to say it here in the topic. I am having SOOOOOO much fun and I look forward to continue playing with you guys. *gives kisses to all the girls, and fist bumps to guys, cuz kissing guys is weird*
I can't remember the first server I role played on which was like 2 years ago. But this has to be one of my favourite, its unique, fun, enjoyable and active.
Nearly all the role play servers are either medieval theme or fallout.
Out of Character: World Hoppers ☣Last of the Living☣ Application
IGN:World_Hopper
Age:
16
Reason for joining:
The Lore, General idea and hopefully RP all attracted me. It's a really unique idea for a server, the RP Apocalypse and not just zombies.
Are you mature?:
Just about all the time, yes.
In Character: World Hoppers ☣Last of the Living☣ Application
Character name: JakJak Remeela (Goes by Jack Remeela)
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Backstory:
Being born just a year before the outbreak happened. JakJak has had to live his whole life trying to survive, his mother managed to keep him alive until he was 13 years old, where she finally died while taking him to the nearest village. He managed to walk the rest of the way himself where he was then put in the small camp's jail until they found out who he was. He was fed a buffet compared to what he ate in his past camp. His old camp was raided by looters at night where his mother was injured with a knife wound in the arm, luckily JakJak managed to get his mother out of there without either of them dieing. They didn't feel bad leaving for the leader and people of the camp were rude and hated them.
Jack got let out of prison after they deemed he was safe and he slowly made a living there, working as a repairman, helping to repair the walls during and after attacks by looters and monsters. The camp was solidly built with 9 foot high
wood and stone walls, the leader was a smart man who formed this camp with 7 others, Jack's not sure how they got the supplies but he's glad they accepted him. He's now 33 and the camp's leader died, a new one was elected and people are leaving the camp. He's going to set out for a larger place soon, he just needs to get enough supplies to hopefully last him.
RP example:
*In a large desert*
Jack: *Wipes sweat and sand off the small area of his face that's still showing* I can't take much more of this, If I don't find an oasis or some sort of shelter before dusk, either the monsters or dehydration will take me, this is my last bit of water... *Gulps down a single mouthful of water, dissapointed thinking there was more left*
*Footsteps nearby*
*Jack grabs his knife, knowing it won't be enough to fend off a monster but not willing to go down without a fight*
Voice: Sheath your weapon, we haven't come to fight.
Jack: We? *Sheaths weapon, not having enough energy to fight*
Voice: Don't be alarmed, we're putting a bag over your head, if you struggle, you'll be killed.
*Jack feels a bag being slid over his head, fighting the urge to strike the man that he hadn't seen or heard yet was right beside him*
*A few hours later*
Jack: *Wakes up in a hard bed with some bread and water on a rock beside him*
Out of Character: World Hoppers ☣Last of the Living☣ Application
IGN:World_Hopper
Age:
16
Reason for joining:
The Lore, General idea and hopefully RP all attracted me. It's a really unique idea for a server, the RP Apocalypse and not just zombies.
Are you mature?:
Just about all the time, yes.
In Character: World Hoppers ☣Last of the Living☣ Application
Character name: JakJak Remeela (Goes by Jack Remeela)
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Backstory:
Being born just a year before the outbreak happened. JakJak has had to live his whole life trying to survive, his mother managed to keep him alive until he was 13 years old, where she finally died while taking him to the nearest village. He managed to walk the rest of the way himself where he was then put in the small camp's jail until they found out who he was. He was fed a buffet compared to what he ate in his past camp. His old camp was raided by looters at night where his mother was injured with a knife wound in the arm, luckily JakJak managed to get his mother out of there without either of them dieing. They didn't feel bad leaving for the leader and people of the camp were rude and hated them.
Jack got let out of prison after they deemed he was safe and he slowly made a living there, working as a repairman, helping to repair the walls during and after attacks by looters and monsters. The camp was solidly built with 9 foot high
wood and stone walls, the leader was a smart man who formed this camp with 7 others, Jack's not sure how they got the supplies but he's glad they accepted him. He's now 33 and the camp's leader died, a new one was elected and people are leaving the camp. He's going to set out for a larger place soon, he just needs to get enough supplies to hopefully last him.
RP example:
*In a large desert*
Jack: *Wipes sweat and sand off the small area of his face that's still showing* I can't take much more of this, If I don't find an oasis or some sort of shelter before dusk, either the monsters or dehydration will take me, this is my last bit of water... *Gulps down a single mouthful of water, dissapointed thinking there was more left*
*Footsteps nearby*
*Jack grabs his knife, knowing it won't be enough to fend off a monster but not willing to go down without a fight*
Voice: Sheath your weapon, we haven't come to fight.
Jack: We? *Sheaths weapon, not having enough energy to fight*
Voice: Don't be alarmed, we're putting a bag over your head, if you struggle, you'll be killed.
*Jack feels a bag being slid over his head, fighting the urge to strike the man that he hadn't seen or heard yet was right beside him*
*A few hours later*
Jack: *Wakes up in a hard bed with some bread and water on a rock beside him*
OOC IGN: moonsinder Age: 15 Reason for joining: I really want to join an apocalyptic server ! Are you mature?: Of course I know I don't have to say this but I already had the texture pack before i found this forum ^-^
IC Character name: Alex Zain Age: 19 Gender: Female Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): Alex was born 13 years after the "Crisis" in a bunker underneath what used to be her home before the "Crisis". The underground bunker was built by her father out of scrap metal from the junkyard that he had welded and riveted together with wood reinforcements, It toke him 6 years before it happened because he was over-cautious. When Alex was born she instanly began learnign how to do things. Her mother abandoned them two years after Alex was born, Her mother was semi-insane when she was taken into the bunker, For she had grown up a stuffy rich girl and married a Soldier from the Canadian Armed Forces and never expected this to happen. By the time she was 16, her father had taught her how to swim, fight, shoot, run, parkour, and scavenge as well as design a rough shelter and other survival skills. At 17, her father passed while in the bunker, for he was starving himself to keep her alive, realizing she had no food left she rummaged through everything and left the bunker with a knapsack of everything she would need to survive. Alex ran from the bunker with what little she could carry, she ran until she came upon a small shack in the woods of her former town that she had only seen in pictures her father showed her. She ran to the shack only to find a "thing" in it, she grappled for her knife on her belt and drew it just as it lunged for her throat, slicing throw it's mushy skull. She quickly tried to patch up the shack as best she could so she would have a place to spend the night. She dragged the body out into the plains, a short walk from the shack and burned it with her lighter. She hurried back to the shack and attempted to lock the door but failed, She strung some string along the door and tied it too her finger so if the door opened she would feel it. The first night went without incident but the day came and she had to fight with animals for small game. She stayed a week and continued the routine of looking for food and sleeping and practicing her skills as well as writing in her journal. on the 6th day she left in search of food and civilization, she soon discovered a city... RP example: Alex crept through the branches of the tree, as she looked upon the creature her father had taught her to hate. A tear came to her eye as she thought of him, but if she cried the thing would become alerted of her and knock over the tree. She held her breath, for the putrid stench from the beast wafted up to the tree she crouched in. When the rises he wil burn, she remembered. She glanced up at the moon without moving and saw it was almost sunrise. Just a few more hours... Picture of skin: My skin is in my profile picture.
Reason for joining: The zombie apocalypse has always fascinated me; this is somewhat a way I could really "live" it. I've been looking for a good zombie apocalypse role-play server for a while, and this is the first one that really jumped out at me. This is also the first minecraft role-play I have tried out for, but I'm determined to do well in the server if I get accepted.
Are you mature?: Yes, I believe so.
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IC
Character name: Willow Reed
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Backstory: Willow was born roughly thirteen years after the outbreak. Her parents, Denise and Calvin, were at the time living in an abandoned farm deep in the countryside. When she was old enough, her father began training her to survive in the zombie-infested world. Basic weapon handling was a part of it, but mostly he taught her survival skills like building fires, hunting, and purifying water. Some time in her early teens, their supplies on the farm began to dwindle. Many of the animals were dying as radiation in the area suddenly increased. The family of three was forced to move, traveling as fast as they could, trying to find another (somewhat) safe location. One night in the forest, they were separated while being attacked by a starving wolf pack. Willow searched for her parents desperately, but to this day has not had any luck in finding them. She stubbornly believes that they are still alive, and it is a distinct possibility that they could be due to their gifts in the art of survival, but there is still the chance that they are already part of the infected or simply dead. Eventually, she had to give up her search and move on. Willow decided she would be safer if she simply settled on either living by herself or with another group of survivors... if she found any.
RP example: It was night, the worst time to be stuck outside. Willow grasped the knife in her hand tightly, and jumped slightly at every small noise. She had to find shelter soon, or there would be almost no chance of surviving the darkness. Her limbs were already tired from a day of hunting for food, and all she had to show for it was two measly pieces of pork from a wild boar. Willow sighed, shaking her head slightly at her stupidity. Why hadn't she tried to get back sooner? The faint amount of torchlight around her wood shelter still wasn't visible, and would be nearly impossible to locate even during the complete blackness. "Dammit," she muttered. "Thank god I haven't seen any zombies around here yet." As Willow continued to hike through the dense forest, she decided it may be smart to climb a tree and see if she could spot her shelter from the top. Gritting her teeth, she forced her arms and legs to exert enough energy to barely make it to the top. Scanning her surroundings, she saw nothing; only an unfamiliar city in the distance. "A city?" she wondered out loud. "I've never seen that one before…"
Picture of skin: Link here. Short physical description: Willow is muscular in a lean sort of way. She isn't extremely powerful or amazing at using weapons, but she's fairly good at running and has a lot of endurance. Her eyes are dull gray, and she has little scars on her face from traveling through the woods (all those pine needles, small branches, etcetera can lead to a lot of scratches!). Her clothes are a bit ragged, but still in decent condition. She wears a thin, long-sleeved shirt with a buckled jacket over it, and her pants are greenish-colored jeans. Her boots are leather and stop just above her knees. The bottoms are textured to enable good climbing and hiking. Willow's hair is long, dark read, and tangled. There are many knots below the top layer.
Thank you for considering my application! This server looks wonderful, and I'd love to be a part of it. If I need to fix anything, just tell me and I will.
Reason for joining: The zombie apocalypse has always fascinated me; this is somewhat a way I could really "live" it. I've been looking for a good zombie apocalypse role-play server for a while, and this is the first one that really jumped out at me. This is also the first minecraft role-play I have tried out for, but I'm determined to do well in the server if I get accepted.
Are you mature?: Yes, I believe so.
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IC
Character name: Willow Reed
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Backstory: Willow was born roughly thirteen years after the outbreak. Her parents, Denise and Calvin, were at the time living in an abandoned farm deep in the countryside. When she was old enough, her father began training her to survive in the zombie-infested world. Basic weapon handling was a part of it, but mostly he taught her survival skills like building fires, hunting, and purifying water. Some time in her early teens, their supplies on the farm began to dwindle. Many of the animals were dying as radiation in the area suddenly increased. The family of three was forced to move, traveling as fast as they could, trying to find another (somewhat) safe location. One night in the forest, they were separated while being attacked by a starving wolf pack. Willow searched for her parents desperately, but to this day has not had any luck in finding them. She stubbornly believes that they are still alive, and it is a distinct possibility that they could be due to their gifts in the art of survival, but there is still the chance that they are already part of the infected or simply dead. Eventually, she had to give up her search and move on. Willow decided she would be safer if she simply settled on either living by herself or with another group of survivors... if she found any.
RP example: It was night, the worst time to be stuck outside. Willow grasped the knife in her hand tightly, and jumped slightly at every small noise. She had to find shelter soon, or there would be almost no chance of surviving the darkness. Her limbs were already tired from a day of hunting for food, and all she had to show for it was two measly pieces of pork from a wild boar. Willow sighed, shaking her head slightly at her stupidity. Why hadn't she tried to get back sooner? The faint amount of torchlight around her wood shelter still wasn't visible, and would be nearly impossible to locate even during the complete blackness. "Dammit," she muttered. "Thank god I haven't seen any zombies around here yet." As Willow continued to hike through the dense forest, she decided it may be smart to climb a tree and see if she could spot her shelter from the top. Gritting her teeth, she forced her arms and legs to exert enough energy to barely make it to the top. Scanning her surroundings, she saw nothing; only an unfamiliar city in the distance. "A city?" she wondered out loud. "I've never seen that one before…"
Picture of skin: Link here. Short physical description: Willow is muscular in a lean sort of way. She isn't extremely powerful or amazing at using weapons, but she's fairly good at running and has a lot of endurance. Her eyes are dull gray, and she has little scars on her face from traveling through the woods (all those pine needles, small branches, etcetera can lead to a lot of scratches!). Her clothes are a bit ragged, but still in decent condition. She wears a thin, long-sleeved shirt with a buckled jacket over it, and her pants are greenish-colored jeans. Her boots are leather and stop just above her knees. The bottoms are textured to enable good climbing and hiking. Willow's hair is long, dark read, and tangled. There are many knots below the top layer.
Thank you for considering my application! This server looks wonderful, and I'd love to be a part of it. If I need to fix anything, just tell me and I will.
Accepted
This server is not completely just zombies and there's no radiation but I'll let you go.
Reason for joining: I love the lore and how many rules you have, The time frame of which the server takes place in is very interesting.
Are you mature?: Yes, I enjoy making jokes but I know when to shut up and don't swear for no reason.
IC:☣
Character name: Aaron Syth.
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): Aaron was born into a nice family, and since birth has always had a minor pull to the
electronics. He won gold in several early science fairs and his projects was almost always jury rigged generators.
At the age of 16 he took studied hard and graduated with a degree in
mathematics
and the sciences. He went to an IT college and graduated at the top of his class. He found work quickly at the age of 22 and settled down in an apartment and worked as an IT consultant. He was only minorly interested in the events that were happening with the mineral at the
time.
10 years later and Aaron is trying to survive in a world that has gone to ****. He scavenges primarly and hasn't been able to sneak buy or plead his way into a gated community. He still heavily relies on his mechanical and technical skills allowing him to do minor electronic work for food and money, eking out a small living. He doesn't enjoy combat and prefers to hide from the shambling monsters. He is currently working his way towards a large city, in the hope of creating a place that he can call home.
RP example:"Dammit!" Aaron crouched down under a cracked concrete barrier. One of the twisted monsters were shambling along in the street. Luckily he hadn't seen Aaron yet. Aaron clutched his piece of pipe dearly, the only weapon he had against these monsters. He had two options, he could attack the monster from behind, killing it. But that might alert the other monsters lying around in the surrounding buildings. Or he could run backwards and leave the city altogether. Aaron decided to take action and ran up quickly and smacked the zombie in the back of the head and pushed it to the ground, getting his arm covered in the warm sticky blood. Aaron moved quickly after he killed the thing, surely more would be attracted to the dead corpse.
That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
OOC IGN: moonsinder Age: 15 Reason for joining: I really want to join an apocalyptic server ! Are you mature?: Of course I know I don't have to say this but I already had the texture pack before i found this forum ^-^
IC Character name: Alex Zain Age: 19 Gender: Female Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): Alex was a small town girl before the "Accident" her entire town was decimated when the infection came, She was 6 when her father, an Army Corporal from the Canadian forces, toke them to an underground bunker he had built when he was back home and not over-seas, once locked in the bunker he taught her the very things she would need to survive. Her mother abandoned her a week before her father toke her into the bunker. By the time she was 16, her father had taught her how to swim, fight, shoot, run, parkour, and scavenge as well as design a rough shelter and other survival skills. At 17, her father passed while in the bunker because he was starving himself to keep her alive, realizing she had no food left she rummaged through everything and left the bunker with a knapsack of everything she would need to survive. RP example: Alex crept through the branches of the tree, as she looked upon the creature her father had taught her to hate. A tear came to her eye as she thought of him, but if she cried the thing would become alerted of her and knock over the tree. She held her breath, for the putrid stench from the beast wafted up to the tree she crouched in. When the rises he wil burn, she remembered. She glanced up at the moon without moving and saw it was almost sunrise. Just a few more hours... Picture of skin: My skin is in my profile picture.
Alright, not bad but there are a few things I would like you to change/improve on. First, you have your age wrong. Remember the Crisis happens 32 years before the time of the server takes place. Second, how did your father build a bunker by himself that included all those training rooms? Why did her mother abandon them? And afterwards when she left, how did she survive out on her own?
I would like for you to extend it a bit more. Denied for now, but I can promise you that if you stick with it, you will be accepted.
That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
I always check the forums before I go on so I'm expecting it.
I can't remember the first server I role played on which was like 2 years ago. But this has to be one of my favourite, its unique, fun, enjoyable and active.
Nearly all the role play servers are either medieval theme or fallout.
It's not up for me. Is it down again?
Accepted. That skin you're using is being used by another one of our players.
OOC
IGN: moonsinder
Age: 15
Reason for joining: I really want to join an apocalyptic server
Are you mature?: Of course
I know I don't have to say this but I already had the texture pack before i found this forum ^-^
IC
Character name: Alex Zain
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Backstory (One to two paragraphs, be thorough): Alex was born 13 years after the "Crisis" in a bunker underneath what used to be her home before the "Crisis". The underground bunker was built by her father out of scrap metal from the junkyard that he had welded and riveted together with wood reinforcements, It toke him 6 years before it happened because he was over-cautious. When Alex was born she instanly began learnign how to do things. Her mother abandoned them two years after Alex was born, Her mother was semi-insane when she was taken into the bunker, For she had grown up a stuffy rich girl and married a Soldier from the Canadian Armed Forces and never expected this to happen. By the time she was 16, her father had taught her how to swim, fight, shoot, run, parkour, and scavenge as well as design a rough shelter and other survival skills. At 17, her father passed while in the bunker, for he was starving himself to keep her alive, realizing she had no food left she rummaged through everything and left the bunker with a knapsack of everything she would need to survive. Alex ran from the bunker with what little she could carry, she ran until she came upon a small shack in the woods of her former town that she had only seen in pictures her father showed her. She ran to the shack only to find a "thing" in it, she grappled for her knife on her belt and drew it just as it lunged for her throat, slicing throw it's mushy skull. She quickly tried to patch up the shack as best she could so she would have a place to spend the night. She dragged the body out into the plains, a short walk from the shack and burned it with her lighter. She hurried back to the shack and attempted to lock the door but failed, She strung some string along the door and tied it too her finger so if the door opened she would feel it. The first night went without incident but the day came and she had to fight with animals for small game. She stayed a week and continued the routine of looking for food and sleeping and practicing her skills as well as writing in her journal. on the 6th day she left in search of food and civilization, she soon discovered a city...
RP example: Alex crept through the branches of the tree, as she looked upon the creature her father had taught her to hate. A tear came to her eye as she thought of him, but if she cried the thing would become alerted of her and knock over the tree. She held her breath, for the putrid stench from the beast wafted up to the tree she crouched in. When the rises he wil burn, she remembered. She glanced up at the moon without moving and saw it was almost sunrise. Just a few more hours...
Picture of skin: My skin is in my profile picture.
Server is down (Yet again)It's back up.Marwild, I will go over your app shortly.
OOC
IGN: BlueLulove
Name: Mira
Age: 13
Reason for joining: The zombie apocalypse has always fascinated me; this is somewhat a way I could really "live" it. I've been looking for a good zombie apocalypse role-play server for a while, and this is the first one that really jumped out at me. This is also the first minecraft role-play I have tried out for, but I'm determined to do well in the server if I get accepted.
Are you mature?: Yes, I believe so.
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IC
Character name: Willow Reed
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Backstory: Willow was born roughly thirteen years after the outbreak. Her parents, Denise and Calvin, were at the time living in an abandoned farm deep in the countryside. When she was old enough, her father began training her to survive in the zombie-infested world. Basic weapon handling was a part of it, but mostly he taught her survival skills like building fires, hunting, and purifying water. Some time in her early teens, their supplies on the farm began to dwindle. Many of the animals were dying as radiation in the area suddenly increased. The family of three was forced to move, traveling as fast as they could, trying to find another (somewhat) safe location. One night in the forest, they were separated while being attacked by a starving wolf pack.
Willow searched for her parents desperately, but to this day has not had any luck in finding them. She stubbornly believes that they are still alive, and it is a distinct possibility that they could be due to their gifts in the art of survival, but there is still the chance that they are already part of the infected or simply dead.
Eventually, she had to give up her search and move on. Willow decided she would be safer if she simply settled on either living by herself or with another group of survivors... if she found any.
RP example: It was night, the worst time to be stuck outside. Willow grasped the knife in her hand tightly, and jumped slightly at every small noise. She had to find shelter soon, or there would be almost no chance of surviving the darkness. Her limbs were already tired from a day of hunting for food, and all she had to show for it was two measly pieces of pork from a wild boar. Willow sighed, shaking her head slightly at her stupidity. Why hadn't she tried to get back sooner? The faint amount of torchlight around her wood shelter still wasn't visible, and would be nearly impossible to locate even during the complete blackness. "Dammit," she muttered. "Thank god I haven't seen any zombies around here yet." As Willow continued to hike through the dense forest, she decided it may be smart to climb a tree and see if she could spot her shelter from the top. Gritting her teeth, she forced her arms and legs to exert enough energy to barely make it to the top. Scanning her surroundings, she saw nothing; only an unfamiliar city in the distance. "A city?" she wondered out loud. "I've never seen that one before…"
Picture of skin: Link here.
Short physical description: Willow is muscular in a lean sort of way. She isn't extremely powerful or amazing at using weapons, but she's fairly good at running and has a lot of endurance. Her eyes are dull gray, and she has little scars on her face from traveling through the woods (all those pine needles, small branches, etcetera can lead to a lot of scratches!).
Her clothes are a bit ragged, but still in decent condition. She wears a thin, long-sleeved shirt with a buckled jacket over it, and her pants are greenish-colored jeans. Her boots are leather and stop just above her knees. The bottoms are textured to enable good climbing and hiking.
Willow's hair is long, dark read, and tangled. There are many knots below the top layer.
Thank you for considering my application! This server looks wonderful, and I'd love to be a part of it.
If I need to fix anything, just tell me and I will.
Accepted
This server is not completely just zombies and there's no radiation but I'll let you go.
10 years later and Aaron is trying to survive in a world that has gone to ****. He scavenges primarly and hasn't been able to sneak buy or plead his way into a gated community. He still heavily relies on his mechanical and technical skills allowing him to do minor electronic work for food and money, eking out a small living. He doesn't enjoy combat and prefers to hide from the shambling monsters. He is currently working his way towards a large city, in the hope of creating a place that he can call home.
Alright, not bad but there are a few things I would like you to change/improve on. First, you have your age wrong. Remember the Crisis happens 32 years before the time of the server takes place. Second, how did your father build a bunker by himself that included all those training rooms? Why did her mother abandon them? And afterwards when she left, how did she survive out on her own?
I would like for you to extend it a bit more. Denied for now, but I can promise you that if you stick with it, you will be accepted.
We're looking through you app right now.