Minecraft Username: ShadowKnightRC
Age: 14, yet mature.
Previous Roleplay Exp: Various medieval servers, a modded pokemon roleplay server created by me and my friend
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: Yes, for griefing on a survival server. (I didn't know you couldn't because I had been griefed before and the area looked abandoned)
Why do you want to join us?: I've been looking for a good roleplay server for a while now, and I would really like to try the post-apocalyptic theme.
Name: Novimens Staro
Personality: Curious, friendly, courageous yet cautious.
Occupation: mechanic, helped fix and build things while in the bunker until... "Horror Night."
Novimens (Me): Hellooooo? Anyone out here?
Survivor: *makes noise inside nearby building*
Novimens: Hello? Is someone there? *walks inside*
Survivor: St-t- stay back! I'm warning you!
Novimens: Woah, hey man. I was just looking for people, I don't want any trouble!
Survivor: You can't fool me! I know you're one of those looters! You're going to steal from me! *draws gun*
Novimens: Woah! Hey hey, I don't want any trouble! *backs away slowly*
Survivor: No! You're not moving another step!
Novimens: I'm just leaving you alone, I don't want anyone to get hurt! *takes another step backwards*
Survivor: *shoots, a loud boom echoes across the land*
Novimens: *Dives out of the way, but the bullet hits his left leg, causing no damage as it's a metal prosthetic* *sprints out of the building down the street*
Backstory (Make sure it’s long enough at least 1 decent paragraph): "I still remember it, like it was yesterday. I call it horror night. The night my parents hung themselves in front of me. There was no way to conceal it, but they couldn't live on, either. I remember the last thing my dad said to me. "Get up, Novim. Get up and fly away." He said that before I went to sleep, and I woke up to two bodies flying above my head. I was seven at the time, in a bunker in Los Angeles. I was taught by my father to be a mechanic for the ventilation, generator, etc. For when he left. I remember leaving just a few months ago, to find my uncle and aunt who had left to Phoenix when I was 5. I said goodbye to the two bodies added to the pile of countless generations. My parents, grandparents, great grandparents, great great grandparents, all in a single pile in the corner of the room. I followed that road by foot with the rest of the food in a backpack, as well as some tools to fix up my poorly constructed prosthetic leg I built from spare parts, all because of a stupid birth deformity. Now I search for people, for hope. I must crawl before I can walk. I must walk before I can run. And I must run before I can fly away."
Previous Roleplay Exp: I have Roleplayed on a few servers, but I'd have to say that my most successful one would of been Massivecraft.
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: I have actually never been banned from a server. I always try to follow the rules.
Why do you want to join us?: From what I've seen, this seems like an awesome server that I'd love to join. It's got a great backstory on it's own, and characters could be developed very well, in my opinion.
Name: Haden Elizabeth Larton
Personality: Haden is a strong willed girl. She has a hot temper that is not easy to put out, even so much that when she knows she's right, and no one else does, she usually wants to punch a wall. She is careful, however. She knows that punching walls are not a good idea, so she doesn't do it. This applies to other things like when she's in a life or death situation. She tries to think of not just logical ways out, but ways that not many would think of. Haden is also very understanding, which can be a weak point. Though, due to the apocalypse, she has toughened up a little and learned that not every is trustworthy. Haden can be awkward at times. If she ever has any romantic interest, she'll usually deny it. She doesn't like love, it scares her to think that someone could be so special and then leave. She tries to keep positive, however, but usually goes into a deeper state of mind when things go wrong. She can be stubborn, too. If someone asks her to stay somewhere, she won't do it. She's not a handful, but she is hard to control. She also has a very angry side if people ask her "Hey, how's the view down there?". She's a shorty.
Occpuation: Haden worked at a library. That's right. A library. Not so interesting but she got the pay she needed. That's all you really need when living with your dad who never lets you go out.
RP Example: (I am guessing that by Rp example you mean a few lines, so I think I'll do that and save the big paragraph for the backstory. ^-^)
-Haden shuddered and gulped as she stumbled back from the now lifeless, half shapen monster with it's neck sliced in half, and the man that sliced it. "...W-What was that..?" Her voice trembled.
"Something you should be ready for, Shorty."
"S-Shut up..." It was as good as an insult was going to get.-
Backstory (Make sure it's long enough at least 1 decent paragraph):
Haden lived in the city, but the accommodation was not too flashy. Haden's dad got a small pay, and so did herself. She had to help with the house and her future. That, however, was about to change. Haden had always been a neutral girl. Never shy, never too outgoing. If someone approached her, she'd reply and be polite, but that didn't mean she'd tell them her whole life story. It was something she never told anyone. When she was younger, she fell. Not from the stairs, not from the pool. From the balcony. The reason to this was not a simple slip up. Haden was pushed. Her mother left when Haden was aged 8. The people in the white van took her away. Haden took no real damage to her head, surprisingly, unless you call immense trust issues a damage. She never went to visit her mother, never spoke to her. You wouldn't if she had tried to push you off of an open constructed height. Haden grew up normal, though had struggles with her father due to his lack of pay and interest in gambling. However, he had improved. It didn't matter, though. Haden had woken up one day to the sound of her father yelling for her across the hall of their apartment. She got up, brushed her dark hair back and made her way over to the door, opening it and walking out. What she saw could of made her faint or throw up. Or both. Her father was tackling a wolf. Not just any wolf. This beast was twice the size it should of been, with a sickly green drool oozing from its mouth. Before Haden could scream, the dog had started to feed. Not on her, though. Her dad. Haden screamed then, stumbling back into a table. At this, she saw the chopping board knife on the side. Why had it been there? She didn't care. Haden took it, and as the beast lunged forward, she sent it right into the wolfs chest. She watched as the force of the pounce hit her head against the table top hard. The thing fell with her, and her vision blurred. She thought it was the end. And then she woke up.
(I reaaaally hope that was ok ^-^ Please try to read it through and get back to me? I really like the server idea. THAAANKS. ^3^)
Minecraft Username: XxAssassinProxX
Previous Roleplay Exp: Edawg878.com
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: A sibling used my account and spammed
Why do you want to join us?: A new fun experience!
Name: Johnson Jackers
Personality: Nice,Strong,Mean at times,Stealthy,Fast
RP Example: Johnson: Here, you need this food more than I do.
Mark: John, I had my food, this is yours.
Johnson: No, I give to the injured, I don't care If I starve, your injured. You need it.
Mark: Alright, fine...
Backstory (Make sure it’s long enough at least 1 decent paragraph)
Johnson was like any hunter, Hunt, bring back, Hunt, bring back. One day he took his sister Sophie out to teach her to hunt, showing her the way to hold the rifle, and how to reload, he heard something behind his sister, He turned around and a undead-creature pushed her to the ground and started eating her, He shot the creature, his sister was still alive, suffering the pain. There was only one thing to do... end her misery. He took his gun, his eyes tearing up, and shot her.
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: Never been banned
Why do you want to join us?: I have never tried out the post apocalyptic genre and i think it would be cool.
Name: Salazar “Sparky” Conner
Personality: Cheerful / Friendly / Helpful
RP Example: “Hey there!” “you need anything fixed?” “no?” “ok sorry for bothering you sir” *mumbles to himself* “my business is going downhill”
Backstory (Make sure it’s long enough at least 1 decent paragraph):
I was born in 2130 to a loving family. when i was six my mother was killed by a mutant. Shortly after that my older brother Alexander committed suicide due to my mothers loss. my father tried to get my mind off it by teaching me how to fix broken cars. by the age of sixteen i had started my own business: Sparky’s Mechanic Shop. From then on i was known as Sparky the mechanic.
Minecraft Username: PressStartMC
Previous Roleplay Exp: ROBLOX: After the Flash || MINECRAFT: Play.Miniboxes.net (A Fallout4 RP Game)
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: I have never been banned before.
Why do you want to join us?: I love Post-Apocalyptic Roleplays, so I wanted to join!
Name: James P. Herring
Personality: Kind, Helpful, Good with Fast Medical Procedures
Occupation: A traveling Medic
RP Example: "What Happened? Who Shot you and why?" "Alright, let me get my supplies and patch the wound" *Pours some rubbing alcohol on the wound, then patches it up with bandages* "You should rest so the wound will heal. It is very important to do so."
Backstory (Make sure it’s long enough at least 1 decent paragraph): James was a Medic for the Army, he was a 28-year-old man with a cleft chin, brown scruffy hair and blue eyes. His wife, Samantha, usually stayed home and watched his son, Zachary. When the warning of bombs were dropping, James and his family rushed to the Military Bunker, along with many of his neighbors who were also military families. Few made it to the bunker and survived, the others either died or tried to find a place to hide. In the bunker, they survived being cryofrozen. When He and his family were let out of the bunker, they were terrified. His wife got radiation poisoning from drinking radioactive water and died. Later, his son was killed by a mutant. He was alone, and depressed. He tried to hang himself when someone came for his help. The person was a young woman, about 19 and she had a bullet wound in her leg. With the Medical Knowledge James knew, he helped her and decided to stay alive to help others as much as possible. But, he has always hated mutants and those who dropped the bombs on their home for what they did.