Country of Residence and Time Zone:
I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define 'role-playing' in your own terms, and do you have any expirience role-playing:
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
Have you been banned before, if so, why?:
I have never been banned before, and I don't plan to.
Do you agree with our rules, how about our lore:
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Will you use the official texture pack:
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!!!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
IN CHARACTER
Character name:
Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far:
Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family:
Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character:
Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?:
Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act:
Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation:
Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education:
Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills:
Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything:
Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering:
Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines.
"Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace.
"Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire.
Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question.
"Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her.
"Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?"
Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?"
"Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness.
"What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk.
Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you."
Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer.
"Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?"
Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?"
"Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean."
"No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back."
"Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression.
"You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs.
Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then."
Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't."
He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?:
I love this server, and if I'm not accepted I will try again!!!! And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. And I can't really find the IP, if I am accepted, can you post it in your reply? Thank you.
This is an RP server you either role play or you don't play at all.
lol, give him a chance. If the only thing you could do on the server is roleplay, you wouldn't have any buildings, and the whole idea of the freedom minecraft gives would be in vain.
Country of residence and time zone: I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I am applying to this server because of many reasons, foremostly, I love Role Playing Games and I love games like Fallout set in post apocalyptic settings, so, this is exactly that. I also like being able to create my own shelters inside of post-apocalyptic worlds, to make the struggle for survival all the more real, which I believe this server allows.
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have never been banned, and I don't plan on being banned in the future.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Do you plan on using the official texture pack?
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
In Character
IN CHARACTER
Character name: Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far: Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family: Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character: Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?: Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act: Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation: Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education: Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills: Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything: Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering: Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines. "Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace. "Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire. Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question. "Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her. "Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?" Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?" "Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness. "What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk. Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you." Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer. "Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?" Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?" "Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean." "No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back." "Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression. "You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs. Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then." Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't." He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?: I love this server, and if I'm not accepted I will try again!!!! And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. And I can't really find the IP, if I am accepted, can you post it in your reply? Thank you.
Country of residence and time zone: I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I am applying to this server because of many reasons, foremostly, I love Role Playing Games and I love games like Fallout set in post apocalyptic settings, so, this is exactly that. I also like being able to create my own shelters inside of post-apocalyptic worlds, to make the struggle for survival all the more real, which I believe this server allows.
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have never been banned, and I don't plan on being banned in the future.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Do you plan on using the official texture pack?
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
In Character
IN CHARACTER
Character name: Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far: Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family: Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character: Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?: Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act: Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation: Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education: Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills: Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything: Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering: Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines. "Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace. "Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire. Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question. "Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her. "Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?" Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?" "Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness. "What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk. Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you." Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer. "Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?" Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?" "Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean." "No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back." "Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression. "You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs. Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then." Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't." He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?: I love this server, and if I'm not accepted I will try again!!!! And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. And I can't really find the IP, if I am accepted, can you post it in your reply? Thank you.
Country of residence and time zone:'Murica (USA) : CST
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is the portraying of a 'role-play' persona or character through text, action, or game medium. I have about... 2 years of RP experience, most of it coming from my time on the now closed server 'Kingdom of Aeonis', on which I was a moderator for a time (the server shut down about 3 or 4 months after I became a moderator). Other than Aeonis, I've had constant time to RP on smaller, more underground servers (*server hipster right here*).
What is your reason for applying to this server? I saw an old community that really introduced me into RPing come back to life, and being intelligent as I am, I said to myself; "... There isn't any other good servers with people I know out there, and I don't want to go through having to get to know everyone again, so I'll RP here. It looks pretty chill."
Have you been banned before, if so why? That would be a nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is fine, but could use a bit of refining so it doesn't look like a massive glob of text. I tried getting some friends into this server and they were intimidated by the main wall of lore. I, myself, had no problem with it, but others might be scared away by it. Rules are also fine, but I'd suggest adding a couple more RP-breakable items (dirt, wood, wooden doors, ect. ).
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Damn straight I will. That thing is so nostalgic it's nostalgia has nostalgia.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is essentially force-RPing without consent of the other party/parties involved in said RP. Example; "Bob jumps down from the tree, slitting Joe's throat. Joe proceeds to bleed out and die."
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Metagaming is using OoC knowledge in IC situations, also known as 'Breaking the Fourth Wall'. Example: Bob tells his skype friend Joe over call where his character's base is, and the secret code to the door of the base. Joe then heads home, gets on Minecraft, and ICly goes to Bob's base, enters the code, and steals all of this things (which Bob also told him about over skype). His character had no IC knowlege otherwise to the situation. In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Marcus Allen
Your character's story so far: Pain. So much pain. Marcus awoke amid a blaze, his whole box of a room filling with the deadly smoke of a hot, painful death. What was happening? He shot up from his bed, confused as why his room was on fire. But he didn't have time to think, as he soon took notice to the chorus of screams that sounded over the seemingly maniacal cackle of the flames. Taking action, he threw on his favorite overcoat and lifted his empty side-table, tossing it through the wall, providing an opening for fresh air in the furnace that was once his room. He ran outside, his clothes and hair being singed by the still-burning flames that came from the wall. He looked around; raiders. Rebels everywhere, tossing Molotov's and essentially raiding and decimating the small already-ravaged town. He was not the only one that was thrown into this situation, however. In the time when radio and electric was lost, most of the once some-what organized chaos that was their world collapsed into a hell of raiders and collapsing societies as the world tried to hold onto the strands of organization it had left. He was 18 at the time.
Marcus always thought that perhaps it was for the best that organized society ended. Perhaps the corporate machines that ran the world would see that greed only brings death and destruction. And the survivors of the years after would pay the sins for the years to come. The ultimate atonement for the sins of the greedy. And perhaps it would lead to a better world. A world were all are free and none are left to rot. Or perhaps history would repeat itself, and humans would finally destroy this planet once and for all. Who is to say? Certainly not Marcus. For he was just a wanderer in the shadows.
After the fire that consumed his small town and presumably his family, who he had lost in the chaos of that night, Marcus soon sought for permanent shelter from the fallout of meteors and destruction to come. He found an underground shelter, presumably made by the people who spent their lives prepping for situations like this. It was likely that the owner of the shelter died in the chaos that consumed the planet before he could make his way to the shelter. It didn't really matter to Marcus, however. It was shelter, and it lasted him through the years of radiation. Every day in the tiny shelter, however, he felt a small pang of sorrow for those who had to suffer through the horrible conditions that the machinery in the shelter described in menacing text and numbers.
It was on his 8th year in the shelter, marked year 2056 by the calender that provided the only sense of date, that the shelter ceased functioning. Taking all he could, including radiation sickness pills, water cleansers, a gas mask, among other things, he left the shelter into the radioactive hell that became the planet. Due to a surface survival book that he found in the 'library' of the shelter, he knew how to avoid radiation and starvation. And so it was that he lasted on the surface for a number of years, being blessed with the gift and burden of life. He would carry around a small hand-cranked radio and flashlight combination, in hopes that he found a signal one day. That day would not come for 6 more years, and for those 6 years he gathered the skills and weapons that accompanied him to this day. It was mostly a blur, being constant with the struggles of life and the wandering of scorched Earth.
In the midst of the year 2062, he found what he had hoped for; Civilization. A place to trade, rest, and hone his skills without the constant moving and struggle of night. Along with civilization came the realization that radio was operable again. The small transceiver he owned was enough to get him a small, friendly programmed bat that a local shop owner had put together personally. Marcus bought it, seeing it as a valuable and useful companion. It could perform recon ahead while he walked behind. It was perfect for his line of work.
The next 3 years passed by uneventfully, but Marcus was relieved to find that his somewhat silly thought that he was the only one left was not true. He didn't really expect it to be true, either. If he had that shelter, who else would? There was bound to be more than just one apocalypse shelter. It was no matter however. He soon left the town, traveling on and finding a new one to stay at. After a while, he would leave again and travel to a new one. It was a constant cycle, and it was doubted it would be interrupted. Only time would tell.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Besides the lovely company of his mechanical bat, his swords, and his pistols, that would be a no for now. His family, as said in the bio above, disappeared and is presumed dead.
How old is your character? 35
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Marcus is a muscular, well-built man. His shorter, grey hair resembles someone of older age. Other than scattered scars of earlier battles with the night, his appearance is unremarkable.
How does your character act? He acts like a lone wolf, and will usually avoid petty troubles of others. If someone's life is endangered or it is a more serious trouble, he will step in to intervene, but not at the cost of his own life. He works in the shadows, silent and steadfast.
Character's occupation: Marcus is mostly a wanderer, but will bunker down every once in a while and do mercenary or guard work. He won't stay in one place for long, however.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): He has intermediate reading skills, and can write. This is due to his parent's 'home-tutoring'.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Marcus is agile and strong, being able to 'stalk' people for somewhat extended periods of time. His swordsmanship and marksmanship are not mastered, but he has skill.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He hates the creatures of the night, and people who act like them. Though shady in his own appearance, he despises thieves and murderers. He is fearful of fire and burning things, thought to be a complex from when his house burnt down.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): It was the midst of night. Marcus was stalking along, careful to avoid the creatures of the night; robot, human, and mutant alike. It was a normal night for him. A night filled with suspense and danger, his only accomplices being his swords and his dual Colt 1911's chambered in 45 ACP. He didn't need anyone else. He was fine with this, because having anyone else with him would me responsibility for another person.
A 'hss' sounded from behind him, and he spun around to see a deadly SAB. Jumping out of the way just in time, he was only clipped by the shockwave of the blast. None the less, he let out a shout of pain, being thrown to the ground.
As he tried to get up, the familiar sounds of mutants joined by raiders filled the forest around him. It was a trap. He should have seen this! He got up quickly, running into the treeline as he pulled out one of his 'kanto's, and began to slash at anything that moved.
He was scraped and pounded by mutants that he passed, and he almost made it out if it weren't for the raider that suddenly appeared from behind. He of course couldn't see the far-gone human, but he certainly felt the sting of a bullet entering his leg.
Marcus toppled forward, as blood began to leak from his wound. He didn't hesitate to pull out his guns, and fire at the creatures that soon surrounded him. His guns soon clicked for ammo, and in his blood deprivation, his mind was too foggy to remember where he kept his spare mags. His vision began to fade, darkness threatening to take over his mind.
Marcus could only hang on for what seemed to be an eternity, and he drifted into a dreamlike state. He dreamed of his family, his childhood. How well his life was and how this hell that he lived in now was once make-shift serenity. He was sitting at his rag-tag kitchen table, coloring on recycled fliers that described curfew hours on the other side. He was too young at the time to know what it meant.
Suddenly, the house around him began to flame, and it burned like leaves in a furnace. Marcus sat, choking in the smoke for a seemingly infinite time. He closed his eyes, and as the small child he was in the dream, he begged for the pain and suffering to stop. The flames seemed to consume him, burn every inch of skin he had. The ashes seemed to melt his lungs, burning and scaring them painfully. He continued to beg in hoarse gasps, though no words came out.
Marcus awoke from his dream, looking around slowly. He was still alive. It was day. He tried to sit up, and flinched hard as he felt his wounds pull at themselves and the bandages that were now on him contact. He slowly lifted his hand, feeling a small paper note inside of his palm. He unfolded the note, slowly and painfully, and it read; 'You're welcome - A stranger". Marcus had an epiphany at this point. He now vowed to help anyone in need of help, to repay the kind deeds of a stranger that day.
Anything else to add? Marcus can and will disappear for extended periods of time.
Country of residence and time zone: United States, EST
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? I do semi-serious to serious RPGs a lot, generally with an apocalyptic/futuristic theme. Minecraft RPGing is a new thing to me, as I mostly RPG on forums. I mostly play characters that are not like myself.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I love apocalyptic settings, and porkchops in ma earlobes. I'm constantly hunting for a good apocalyptic server, and constantly failing to find one. After leaving Minecraft for a year and coming back with all my old servers gone, this was the first one that caught my eye as something I'd actually play.
Have you been banned before, if so why? As far as I can recall, I have been banned from one server (a PVP server) because I was arguing with the owner that a certain player should be banned for hacking, with 5 people backing me up and all of us had screenshots. Said owner refused to ban the hacker because they had been friends for years, and banned all five of us to keep us quiet.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? I agree with the rules, it'd be horrible for a server to not have a firm base, and I find the storyline amazing. It isn't often that you have a server that someone put a lot of effort into beyond just the buildings.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Why wouldn't I? It would be illogical and useless not too.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming, oh powergaming. Used by players to forcibly push situations down other players throats, it is the bane of RPGs.
John leapt from behind the counter, stabbing his knife through the back of Tim's chest, slicing through his heart and killing him instantly.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Pretty much using OOC knowledge that your character shouldn't know. An example is someone else mentioning their character is preparing to hunt down your character, and you abruptly get a feeling something terrible is happening and stay on guard and alert for the rest of the day.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Scarlet Jerrson
Your character's story so far: (placeholder)
Does or did your character have any companions or family? As of now, Scarlet has no companions.
How old is your character? 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Tanned caucasian skin, with dark brown eyes. She wears her hair shaven close to her head, and is never seen without her green cloak.
How does your character act? Scarlet has a cold, businesslike demeanor and generally dislikes people unless you have a valuable skill to offer.
Character's occupation: Scarlet is a drifter, roaming from town to town in search of something better than what she left behind.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Scarlet was homeschooled her entire life, however it was not enforced by her parents which lead to doing other things instead of studying. She has intermediate reading skills, along with writing skills.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Scarlet has a freakish ability to keep track of inventory, along with how much food she has and how long it will last.
Does your character hate or fear anything? (placeholder)
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): (placeholder) Anything else to add? (placeholder) Provide an image of your character's skin: (placeholder)
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Country of residence and time zone:'Murica (USA) : CST
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is the portraying of a 'role-play' persona or character through text, action, or game medium. I have about... 2 years of RP experience, most of it coming from my time on the now closed server 'Kingdom of Aeonis', on which I was a moderator for a time (the server shut down about 3 or 4 months after I became a moderator). Other than Aeonis, I've had constant time to RP on smaller, more underground servers (*server hipster right here*).
What is your reason for applying to this server? I saw an old community that really introduced me into RPing come back to life, and being intelligent as I am, I said to myself; "... There isn't any other good servers with people I know out there, and I don't want to go through having to get to know everyone again, so I'll RP here. It looks pretty chill."
Have you been banned before, if so why? That would be a nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is fine, but could use a bit of refining so it doesn't look like a massive glob of text. I tried getting some friends into this server and they were intimidated by the main wall of lore. I, myself, had no problem with it, but others might be scared away by it. Rules are also fine, but I'd suggest adding a couple more RP-breakable items (dirt, wood, wooden doors, ect. ).
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Damn straight I will. That thing is so nostalgic it's nostalgia has nostalgia.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is essentially force-RPing without consent of the other party/parties involved in said RP. Example; "Bob jumps down from the tree, slitting Joe's throat. Joe proceeds to bleed out and die."
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Metagaming is using OoC knowledge in IC situations, also known as 'Breaking the Fourth Wall'. Example: Bob tells his skype friend Joe over call where his character's base is, and the secret code to the door of the base. Joe then heads home, gets on Minecraft, and ICly goes to Bob's base, enters the code, and steals all of this things (which Bob also told him about over skype). His character had no IC knowlege otherwise to the situation. In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Marcus Allen
Your character's story so far: Pain. So much pain. Marcus awoke amid a blaze, his whole box of a room filling with the deadly smoke of a hot, painful death. What was happening? He shot up from his bed, confused as why his room was on fire. But he didn't have time to think, as he soon took notice to the chorus of screams that sounded over the seemingly maniacal cackle of the flames. Taking action, he threw on his favorite overcoat and lifted his empty side-table, tossing it through the wall, providing an opening for fresh air in the furnace that was once his room. He ran outside, his clothes and hair being singed by the still-burning flames that came from the wall. He looked around; raiders. Rebels everywhere, tossing Molotov's and essentially raiding and decimating the small already-ravaged town. He was not the only one that was thrown into this situation, however. In the time when radio and electric was lost, most of the once some-what organized chaos that was their world collapsed into a hell of raiders and collapsing societies as the world tried to hold onto the strands of organization it had left. He was 18 at the time.
Marcus always thought that perhaps it was for the best that organized society ended. Perhaps the corporate machines that ran the world would see that greed only brings death and destruction. And the survivors of the years after would pay the sins for the years to come. The ultimate atonement for the sins of the greedy. And perhaps it would lead to a better world. A world were all are free and none are left to rot. Or perhaps history would repeat itself, and humans would finally destroy this planet once and for all. Who is to say? Certainly not Marcus. For he was just a wanderer in the shadows.
After the fire that consumed his small town and presumably his family, who he had lost in the chaos of that night, Marcus soon sought for permanent shelter from the fallout of meteors and destruction to come. He found an underground shelter, presumably made by the people who spent their lives prepping for situations like this. It was likely that the owner of the shelter died in the chaos that consumed the planet before he could make his way to the shelter. It didn't really matter to Marcus, however. It was shelter, and it lasted him through the years of radiation. Every day in the tiny shelter, however, he felt a small pang of sorrow for those who had to suffer through the horrible conditions that the machinery in the shelter described in menacing text and numbers.
It was on his 8th year in the shelter, marked year 2056 by the calender that provided the only sense of date, that the shelter ceased functioning. Taking all he could, including radiation sickness pills, water cleansers, a gas mask, among other things, he left the shelter into the radioactive hell that became the planet. Due to a surface survival book that he found in the 'library' of the shelter, he knew how to avoid radiation and starvation. And so it was that he lasted on the surface for a number of years, being blessed with the gift and burden of life. He would carry around a small hand-cranked radio and flashlight combination, in hopes that he found a signal one day. That day would not come for 6 more years, and for those 6 years he gathered the skills and weapons that accompanied him to this day. It was mostly a blur, being constant with the struggles of life and the wandering of scorched Earth.
In the midst of the year 2062, he found what he had hoped for; Civilization. A place to trade, rest, and hone his skills without the constant moving and struggle of night. Along with civilization came the realization that radio was operable again. The small transceiver he owned was enough to get him a small, friendly programmed bat that a local shop owner had put together personally. Marcus bought it, seeing it as a valuable and useful companion. It could perform recon ahead while he walked behind. It was perfect for his line of work.
The next 3 years passed by uneventfully, but Marcus was relieved to find that his somewhat silly thought that he was the only one left was not true. He didn't really expect it to be true, either. If he had that shelter, who else would? There was bound to be more than just one apocalypse shelter. It was no matter however. He soon left the town, traveling on and finding a new one to stay at. After a while, he would leave again and travel to a new one. It was a constant cycle, and it was doubted it would be interrupted. Only time would tell.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Besides the lovely company of his mechanical bat, his swords, and his pistols, that would be a no for now. His family, as said in the bio above, disappeared and is presumed dead.
How old is your character? 35
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Marcus is a muscular, well-built man. His shorter, grey hair resembles someone of older age. Other than scattered scars of earlier battles with the night, his appearance is unremarkable.
How does your character act? He acts like a lone wolf, and will usually avoid petty troubles of others. If someone's life is endangered or it is a more serious trouble, he will step in to intervene, but not at the cost of his own life. He works in the shadows, silent and steadfast.
Character's occupation: Marcus is mostly a wanderer, but will bunker down every once in a while and do mercenary or guard work. He won't stay in one place for long, however.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): He has intermediate reading skills, and can write. This is due to his parent's 'home-tutoring'.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Marcus is agile and strong, being able to 'stalk' people for somewhat extended periods of time. His swordsmanship and marksmanship are not mastered, but he has skill.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He hates the creatures of the night, and people who act like them. Though shady in his own appearance, he despises thieves and murderers. He is fearful of fire and burning things, thought to be a complex from when his house burnt down.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): It was the midst of night. Marcus was stalking along, careful to avoid the creatures of the night; robot, human, and mutant alike. It was a normal night for him. A night filled with suspense and danger, his only accomplices being his swords and his dual Colt 1911's chambered in 45 ACP. He didn't need anyone else. He was fine with this, because having anyone else with him would me responsibility for another person.
A 'hss' sounded from behind him, and he spun around to see a deadly SAB. Jumping out of the way just in time, he was only clipped by the shockwave of the blast. None the less, he let out a shout of pain, being thrown to the ground.
As he tried to get up, the familiar sounds of mutants joined by raiders filled the forest around him. It was a trap. He should have seen this! He got up quickly, running into the treeline as he pulled out one of his 'kanto's, and began to slash at anything that moved.
He was scraped and pounded by mutants that he passed, and he almost made it out if it weren't for the raider that suddenly appeared from behind. He of course couldn't see the far-gone human, but he certainly felt the sting of a bullet entering his leg.
Marcus toppled forward, as blood began to leak from his wound. He didn't hesitate to pull out his guns, and fire at the creatures that soon surrounded him. His guns soon clicked for ammo, and in his blood deprivation, his mind was too foggy to remember where he kept his spare mags. His vision began to fade, darkness threatening to take over his mind.
Marcus could only hang on for what seemed to be an eternity, and he drifted into a dreamlike state. He dreamed of his family, his childhood. How well his life was and how this hell that he lived in now was once make-shift serenity. He was sitting at his rag-tag kitchen table, coloring on recycled fliers that described curfew hours on the other side. He was too young at the time to know what it meant.
Suddenly, the house around him began to flame, and it burned like leaves in a furnace. Marcus sat, choking in the smoke for a seemingly infinite time. He closed his eyes, and as the small child he was in the dream, he begged for the pain and suffering to stop. The flames seemed to consume him, burn every inch of skin he had. The ashes seemed to melt his lungs, burning and scaring them painfully. He continued to beg in hoarse gasps, though no words came out.
Marcus awoke from his dream, looking around slowly. He was still alive. It was day. He tried to sit up, and flinched hard as he felt his wounds pull at themselves and the bandages that were now on him contact. He slowly lifted his hand, feeling a small paper note inside of his palm. He unfolded the note, slowly and painfully, and it read; 'You're welcome - A stranger". Marcus had an epiphany at this point. He now vowed to help anyone in need of help, to repay the kind deeds of a stranger that day.
Anything else to add? Marcus can and will disappear for extended periods of time, due to the rather large porkchops in mah earlobes
Country of residence and time zone: I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I am applying to this server because of many reasons, foremostly, I love Role Playing Games and I love games like Fallout set in post apocalyptic settings, so, this is exactly that. I also like being able to create my own shelters inside of post-apocalyptic worlds, to make the struggle for survival all the more real, which I believe this server allows.
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have never been banned, and I don't plan on being banned in the future.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Do you plan on using the official texture pack?
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
In Character porkchop in ma earlobes
IN CHARACTER
Character name: Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far: Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family: Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character: Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?: Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act: Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation: Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education: Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills: Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything: Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering: Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines. "Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace. "Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire. Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question. "Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her. "Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?" Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?" "Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness. "What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk. Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you." Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer. "Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?" Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?" "Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean." "No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back." "Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression. "You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs. Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then." Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't." He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?: And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. I feel really stupid right now, and THIRD TIME'S A CHARM???
Nice application. Who knows you might find someone able to repair your suit in the future. Also for more RP I'd suggest finding another skin to go with that one for when your not wearing the suit but you don't have to.
Nice application. Who knows you might find someone able to repair your suit in the future. Also for more RP I'd suggest finding another skin to go with that one for when your not wearing the suit but you don't have to.
Moderator Application Minecraft account name: flee784 When did you begin playing? The 27th of January What makes you deserve this position? I believe I am a mature player as well as a mature person. I have experience being a moderator as well as having other server related jobs. I join the server regularly unless I have school work to attend to. I actively participate in server conversations. I have a good understanding of the rules of this server and of RP in general. I believe I will be a good candidate for a moderatorship due to my maturity as a human being as well as my seriousness towards this server and it's guidelines. Does anyone also think you should be a part of the staff? No one has recommend me, no. Although, I'm sure codycg can vouch for my maturity and my seriousness towards this position.
I am sure that you'd make an excellent addition to the team however I haven't seen you on as much as I'd like and have never actually seen you in game. Play more and maybe...
I am sure that you'd make an excellent addition to the team however I haven't seen you on as much as I'd like and have never actually seen you in game. Play more and maybe...
Hey guys. The server today was down today to update some software. Updates pile up after being left on for a month. However, the server is now back up.
OUT OF CHARACTER
Minecraft account name:
TemporaryMonkey
Country of Residence and Time Zone:
I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define 'role-playing' in your own terms, and do you have any expirience role-playing:
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
Have you been banned before, if so, why?:
I have never been banned before, and I don't plan to.
Do you agree with our rules, how about our lore:
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Will you use the official texture pack:
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!!!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
IN CHARACTER
Character name:
Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far:
Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family:
Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character:
Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?:
Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act:
Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation:
Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education:
Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills:
Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything:
Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering:
Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines.
"Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace.
"Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire.
Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question.
"Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her.
"Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?"
Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?"
"Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness.
"What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk.
Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you."
Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer.
"Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?"
Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?"
"Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean."
"No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back."
"Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression.
"You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs.
Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then."
Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't."
He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?:
I love this server, and if I'm not accepted I will try again!!!! And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. And I can't really find the IP, if I am accepted, can you post it in your reply? Thank you.
Character skin:
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Out of Character
Minecraft account name: TemporaryMonkey
Country of residence and time zone:
I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
I am applying to this server because of many reasons, foremostly, I love Role Playing Games and I love games like Fallout set in post apocalyptic settings, so, this is exactly that. I also like being able to create my own shelters inside of post-apocalyptic worlds, to make the struggle for survival all the more real, which I believe this server allows.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
I have never been banned, and I don't plan on being banned in the future.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Do you plan on using the official texture pack?
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
In Character
IN CHARACTER
Character name:
Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far:
Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family:
Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character:
Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?:
Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act:
Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation:
Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education:
Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills:
Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything:
Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering:
Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines.
"Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace.
"Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire.
Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question.
"Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her.
"Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?"
Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?"
"Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness.
"What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk.
Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you."
Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer.
"Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?"
Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?"
"Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean."
"No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back."
"Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression.
"You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs.
Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then."
Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't."
He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?:
I love this server, and if I'm not accepted I will try again!!!! And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. And I can't really find the IP, if I am accepted, can you post it in your reply? Thank you.
Character skin:
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Out of Character
Minecraft account name: TemporaryMonkey
Country of residence and time zone:
I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
I am applying to this server because of many reasons, foremostly, I love Role Playing Games and I love games like Fallout set in post apocalyptic settings, so, this is exactly that. I also like being able to create my own shelters inside of post-apocalyptic worlds, to make the struggle for survival all the more real, which I believe this server allows.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
I have never been banned, and I don't plan on being banned in the future.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Do you plan on using the official texture pack?
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
In Character
IN CHARACTER
Character name:
Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far:
Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family:
Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character:
Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?:
Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act:
Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation:
Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education:
Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills:
Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything:
Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering:
Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines.
"Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace.
"Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire.
Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question.
"Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her.
"Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?"
Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?"
"Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness.
"What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk.
Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you."
Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer.
"Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?"
Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?"
"Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean."
"No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back."
"Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression.
"You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs.
Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then."
Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't."
He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?:
I love this server, and if I'm not accepted I will try again!!!! And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. And I can't really find the IP, if I am accepted, can you post it in your reply? Thank you.
Character skin:
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Minecraft account name: Zach_Is_Awesome
Country of residence and time zone: 'Murica (USA) : CST
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is the portraying of a 'role-play' persona or character through text, action, or game medium. I have about... 2 years of RP experience, most of it coming from my time on the now closed server 'Kingdom of Aeonis', on which I was a moderator for a time (the server shut down about 3 or 4 months after I became a moderator). Other than Aeonis, I've had constant time to RP on smaller, more underground servers (*server hipster right here*).
What is your reason for applying to this server? I saw an old community that really introduced me into RPing come back to life, and being intelligent as I am, I said to myself; "... There isn't any other good servers with people I know out there, and I don't want to go through having to get to know everyone again, so I'll RP here. It looks pretty chill."
Have you been banned before, if so why? That would be a nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is fine, but could use a bit of refining so it doesn't look like a massive glob of text. I tried getting some friends into this server and they were intimidated by the main wall of lore. I, myself, had no problem with it, but others might be scared away by it. Rules are also fine, but I'd suggest adding a couple more RP-breakable items (dirt, wood, wooden doors, ect. ).
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Damn straight I will. That thing is so nostalgic it's nostalgia has nostalgia.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is essentially force-RPing without consent of the other party/parties involved in said RP. Example; "Bob jumps down from the tree, slitting Joe's throat. Joe proceeds to bleed out and die."
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Metagaming is using OoC knowledge in IC situations, also known as 'Breaking the Fourth Wall'. Example: Bob tells his skype friend Joe over call where his character's base is, and the secret code to the door of the base. Joe then heads home, gets on Minecraft, and ICly goes to Bob's base, enters the code, and steals all of this things (which Bob also told him about over skype). His character had no IC knowlege otherwise to the situation.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Marcus Allen
Your character's story so far: Pain. So much pain. Marcus awoke amid a blaze, his whole box of a room filling with the deadly smoke of a hot, painful death. What was happening? He shot up from his bed, confused as why his room was on fire. But he didn't have time to think, as he soon took notice to the chorus of screams that sounded over the seemingly maniacal cackle of the flames. Taking action, he threw on his favorite overcoat and lifted his empty side-table, tossing it through the wall, providing an opening for fresh air in the furnace that was once his room. He ran outside, his clothes and hair being singed by the still-burning flames that came from the wall. He looked around; raiders. Rebels everywhere, tossing Molotov's and essentially raiding and decimating the small already-ravaged town. He was not the only one that was thrown into this situation, however. In the time when radio and electric was lost, most of the once some-what organized chaos that was their world collapsed into a hell of raiders and collapsing societies as the world tried to hold onto the strands of organization it had left. He was 18 at the time.
Marcus always thought that perhaps it was for the best that organized society ended. Perhaps the corporate machines that ran the world would see that greed only brings death and destruction. And the survivors of the years after would pay the sins for the years to come. The ultimate atonement for the sins of the greedy. And perhaps it would lead to a better world. A world were all are free and none are left to rot. Or perhaps history would repeat itself, and humans would finally destroy this planet once and for all. Who is to say? Certainly not Marcus. For he was just a wanderer in the shadows.
After the fire that consumed his small town and presumably his family, who he had lost in the chaos of that night, Marcus soon sought for permanent shelter from the fallout of meteors and destruction to come. He found an underground shelter, presumably made by the people who spent their lives prepping for situations like this. It was likely that the owner of the shelter died in the chaos that consumed the planet before he could make his way to the shelter. It didn't really matter to Marcus, however. It was shelter, and it lasted him through the years of radiation. Every day in the tiny shelter, however, he felt a small pang of sorrow for those who had to suffer through the horrible conditions that the machinery in the shelter described in menacing text and numbers.
It was on his 8th year in the shelter, marked year 2056 by the calender that provided the only sense of date, that the shelter ceased functioning. Taking all he could, including radiation sickness pills, water cleansers, a gas mask, among other things, he left the shelter into the radioactive hell that became the planet. Due to a surface survival book that he found in the 'library' of the shelter, he knew how to avoid radiation and starvation. And so it was that he lasted on the surface for a number of years, being blessed with the gift and burden of life. He would carry around a small hand-cranked radio and flashlight combination, in hopes that he found a signal one day. That day would not come for 6 more years, and for those 6 years he gathered the skills and weapons that accompanied him to this day. It was mostly a blur, being constant with the struggles of life and the wandering of scorched Earth.
In the midst of the year 2062, he found what he had hoped for; Civilization. A place to trade, rest, and hone his skills without the constant moving and struggle of night. Along with civilization came the realization that radio was operable again. The small transceiver he owned was enough to get him a small, friendly programmed bat that a local shop owner had put together personally. Marcus bought it, seeing it as a valuable and useful companion. It could perform recon ahead while he walked behind. It was perfect for his line of work.
The next 3 years passed by uneventfully, but Marcus was relieved to find that his somewhat silly thought that he was the only one left was not true. He didn't really expect it to be true, either. If he had that shelter, who else would? There was bound to be more than just one apocalypse shelter. It was no matter however. He soon left the town, traveling on and finding a new one to stay at. After a while, he would leave again and travel to a new one. It was a constant cycle, and it was doubted it would be interrupted. Only time would tell.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Besides the lovely company of his mechanical bat, his swords, and his pistols, that would be a no for now. His family, as said in the bio above, disappeared and is presumed dead.
How old is your character? 35
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Marcus is a muscular, well-built man. His shorter, grey hair resembles someone of older age. Other than scattered scars of earlier battles with the night, his appearance is unremarkable.
How does your character act? He acts like a lone wolf, and will usually avoid petty troubles of others. If someone's life is endangered or it is a more serious trouble, he will step in to intervene, but not at the cost of his own life. He works in the shadows, silent and steadfast.
Character's occupation: Marcus is mostly a wanderer, but will bunker down every once in a while and do mercenary or guard work. He won't stay in one place for long, however.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): He has intermediate reading skills, and can write. This is due to his parent's 'home-tutoring'.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Marcus is agile and strong, being able to 'stalk' people for somewhat extended periods of time. His swordsmanship and marksmanship are not mastered, but he has skill.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He hates the creatures of the night, and people who act like them. Though shady in his own appearance, he despises thieves and murderers. He is fearful of fire and burning things, thought to be a complex from when his house burnt down.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): It was the midst of night. Marcus was stalking along, careful to avoid the creatures of the night; robot, human, and mutant alike. It was a normal night for him. A night filled with suspense and danger, his only accomplices being his swords and his dual Colt 1911's chambered in 45 ACP. He didn't need anyone else. He was fine with this, because having anyone else with him would me responsibility for another person.
A 'hss' sounded from behind him, and he spun around to see a deadly SAB. Jumping out of the way just in time, he was only clipped by the shockwave of the blast. None the less, he let out a shout of pain, being thrown to the ground.
As he tried to get up, the familiar sounds of mutants joined by raiders filled the forest around him. It was a trap. He should have seen this! He got up quickly, running into the treeline as he pulled out one of his 'kanto's, and began to slash at anything that moved.
He was scraped and pounded by mutants that he passed, and he almost made it out if it weren't for the raider that suddenly appeared from behind. He of course couldn't see the far-gone human, but he certainly felt the sting of a bullet entering his leg.
Marcus toppled forward, as blood began to leak from his wound. He didn't hesitate to pull out his guns, and fire at the creatures that soon surrounded him. His guns soon clicked for ammo, and in his blood deprivation, his mind was too foggy to remember where he kept his spare mags. His vision began to fade, darkness threatening to take over his mind.
Marcus could only hang on for what seemed to be an eternity, and he drifted into a dreamlike state. He dreamed of his family, his childhood. How well his life was and how this hell that he lived in now was once make-shift serenity. He was sitting at his rag-tag kitchen table, coloring on recycled fliers that described curfew hours on the other side. He was too young at the time to know what it meant.
Suddenly, the house around him began to flame, and it burned like leaves in a furnace. Marcus sat, choking in the smoke for a seemingly infinite time. He closed his eyes, and as the small child he was in the dream, he begged for the pain and suffering to stop. The flames seemed to consume him, burn every inch of skin he had. The ashes seemed to melt his lungs, burning and scaring them painfully. He continued to beg in hoarse gasps, though no words came out.
Marcus awoke from his dream, looking around slowly. He was still alive. It was day. He tried to sit up, and flinched hard as he felt his wounds pull at themselves and the bandages that were now on him contact. He slowly lifted his hand, feeling a small paper note inside of his palm. He unfolded the note, slowly and painfully, and it read; 'You're welcome - A stranger". Marcus had an epiphany at this point. He now vowed to help anyone in need of help, to repay the kind deeds of a stranger that day.
Anything else to add? Marcus can and will disappear for extended periods of time.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
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His usual, wandering outfit. He wears this the most.
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His more casual, resting outfit. He wears this when he knows he won't be traveling much, or if he wants to travel light.
Minecraft account name: Celebratty
Country of residence and time zone: United States, EST
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? I do semi-serious to serious RPGs a lot, generally with an apocalyptic/futuristic theme. Minecraft RPGing is a new thing to me, as I mostly RPG on forums. I mostly play characters that are not like myself.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I love apocalyptic settings, and porkchops in ma earlobes. I'm constantly hunting for a good apocalyptic server, and constantly failing to find one. After leaving Minecraft for a year and coming back with all my old servers gone, this was the first one that caught my eye as something I'd actually play.
Have you been banned before, if so why? As far as I can recall, I have been banned from one server (a PVP server) because I was arguing with the owner that a certain player should be banned for hacking, with 5 people backing me up and all of us had screenshots. Said owner refused to ban the hacker because they had been friends for years, and banned all five of us to keep us quiet.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? I agree with the rules, it'd be horrible for a server to not have a firm base, and I find the storyline amazing. It isn't often that you have a server that someone put a lot of effort into beyond just the buildings.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Why wouldn't I? It would be illogical and useless not too.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Powergaming, oh powergaming. Used by players to forcibly push situations down other players throats, it is the bane of RPGs.
John leapt from behind the counter, stabbing his knife through the back of Tim's chest, slicing through his heart and killing him instantly.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Pretty much using OOC knowledge that your character shouldn't know. An example is someone else mentioning their character is preparing to hunt down your character, and you abruptly get a feeling something terrible is happening and stay on guard and alert for the rest of the day.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Scarlet Jerrson
Your character's story so far: (placeholder)
Does or did your character have any companions or family? As of now, Scarlet has no companions.
How old is your character? 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Tanned caucasian skin, with dark brown eyes. She wears her hair shaven close to her head, and is never seen without her green cloak.
How does your character act? Scarlet has a cold, businesslike demeanor and generally dislikes people unless you have a valuable skill to offer.
Character's occupation: Scarlet is a drifter, roaming from town to town in search of something better than what she left behind.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Scarlet was homeschooled her entire life, however it was not enforced by her parents which lead to doing other things instead of studying. She has intermediate reading skills, along with writing skills.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Scarlet has a freakish ability to keep track of inventory, along with how much food she has and how long it will last.
Does your character hate or fear anything? (placeholder)
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
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Anything else to add? (placeholder)
Provide an image of your character's skin: (placeholder)
Sorry to put placeholders, but I'm at a local computer. I'll probably finish this tomorrow.
Chuck Norris clicked this. Clicking it causes you to do what he did. Be like Chuck Norris.
Denied.
Both of you are missing something in your application. Until I see it I'm not even going to bother reading them over.
Whoops xD My bad.
Out of Character
Minecraft account name: TemporaryMonkey
Country of residence and time zone:
I live in Canada, in EST (I think) but am on vacation in France, in GMT, or close to that.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role-playing is being an actor in a 'play' of sorts where you don't have the script and are forced to think on the fly, and act on the fly, how the character you are playing would act. In previous expiriences I have played table-top roleplaying games, formemostly: Dungeons and Dragons, Savage Worlds (Rippers and 50 Fathoms) and have DMed for a bunch of my friends.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
I am applying to this server because of many reasons, foremostly, I love Role Playing Games and I love games like Fallout set in post apocalyptic settings, so, this is exactly that. I also like being able to create my own shelters inside of post-apocalyptic worlds, to make the struggle for survival all the more real, which I believe this server allows.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
I have never been banned, and I don't plan on being banned in the future.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
The rules on this server seem to be mostly to control realism for the players and a bit to keep it from getting hostile, so I agree fully with the rules. I love the lore, it isn't corny and leaves a realistic backdrop to what is happening, it seems you guys have put an enormous amount of work into it, double thumbs up and a pat on the back.
Do you plan on using the official texture pack?
Official texturepack=deeper immersion=YEAH!
Define Powergaming in your own words:
Powergaming is when somebody tries to become the 'director' of the play that the RP expirience has become. So, otherwise, a person who tries to force others to conform to his will, outside of the RP character's means. (You know, a dictator forcing somebody to do something at gunpoint is different).
Define Metagaming in your own words:
Metagaming is, in my opinion, a plague on RPGs everywhere! It is when somebody uses out of character knowledge for an advantage in game (somebody who can't read sees a sign pointing towards the Nation Guard station and says to his party: "I'm guessing that the Station is probably in that direction, just on a whim.").
In Character porkchop in ma earlobes
IN CHARACTER
Character name:
Nomyer Pyat (Number 5 in Russian)
Your character's story so far:
Nomyer wasn't born, at least, he can't remember it. He woke up though, inside of the shelled out ruin of what seemed to be a helicopter. When he woke up, he didn't ask any questions, he just started walking towards what he wagered was North, he didn't know why, he just did. He walked for 3 days, surviving off of Sabres, that he managed to capture using makeshift snares. He wound up on the outskirts of the remains of a colossal city, and upon seeing it, he changed, and not for the better, nobody knows why, but by seeing the depressing ruins, he suddenly became less compassionate to human, and other, life. But he kept walking, untill he found a settlement nestled into the crest of a hill in the wasteland. He walked in there and he spoke his first words that he ever knew of. "Where can I sleep?" It was posed to a random passerby, tending to his R-Cow, it was seemingly harmless, but it accelerated his decline in compassion. He found an inn and there he slept, he woke up in the night, to a knife to his throat. The passerby had told his friends about Nomyer's armour, that would catch a pretty penny. The men wanted his armour, but instead of giving it, Nomyer grabbed the man holding the knife's hand and crushed it, he grabbed the knife and ended the men's lives mercifulessly, he didn't enjoy, but he felt no remorse, and he went back to sleep, calmer than when he woke up. The rest of Nomyer's life was spent drifting around towns, taking any job that involved getting his hands dirty, not because he enjoyed it, but because he felt like it was the thing to do. He has never understood many emotions, and , for some reason, had tried to understand love. He doesn't travel far, and doesn't help many people, but when he does, he askes no compensation. Not because he doesn't want it, but for some wish deep inside of him that makes him wish he felt bad for every single heart he stopped, some wish for a greater sense of morality.
Does or did your character have any companions or family:
Nomyer has never had many companions, except for once, and that was Anna, a girl that he thought that he had loved, and he thought loved him.
How old is your character:
Nomyer himself doesn't know his age, but he is around 50 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, does he have any distinct physical features?:
Nomyer is never seen without his protective suit donned. But, he has black hair, that is now more gray than black. He his tall and his suit makes him look bigger, but is relaitvely lean. His eyes are cobalt and he is missing 2 toes on his left foot and 1 finger on his right hand.
How does your character act:
Nomyer is a loner, and even when he works with others, he sheds no tears when they die. He acts mechanically, although, he is very human, biologically. His isn't bloodthirsty, but shows no remorse or compassion. He doesn't splurge and doesn't like jokes. He also is a man of few words. He is, however, curious as to how others act.
Character's occupation:
Gun for hire.
Does your character have an education:
Nomyer can read and write, badly.
Does your character have any special skills:
Killing and his strength. His suit is only against radiation (although he doesn't know that).
Does your character hate or fear anything:
Nomyer doesn't hate anything, but he has a strong sense of vengence. His is very scared of when he feels emotions, because it is very foreign to him.
An example of your character's pain and suffering:
Nomyer walks into the house, where Anna resides. He knocks on the door timidly, it splinters slightly, and his entire being is nervous. His helmet finds itself in his hands. The door opens, and Nomyer has to supress a smile upon seeing Anna's face. Red hair, and young skin, the only wrinkle on it being laugh lines.
"Oh, hey Nommie!" Annie says swinging the door open widly, exposing the fire burning inside her fireplace.
"Hello." Nomyer replies, feeling warmer than he did a couple seconds ago, and not because of the fire.
Anna closes the door behind her and steps out. "What're you doing here?" She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows, the way that Nomyer always sees her do when she poses a question.
"Um, well, so," Nomyer starts, mumbling, "I was wondering if I could come in, maybe?" He says, failing to maintain his cool composure as he always does around her.
"Yeah." Anna says, "Of course, where are my manners, right?"
Anna opens the door and they both enter, after closing the door, Anna looks at Nomyer again, "So, whats up?"
"Okay, well, I guess, I came here to say that well, umm, I just..." Nomyer tries to say, while his body is racked with nervousness.
"What is it, com'on mister Freeze, what's up?" Anna says with a smirk.
Nomyer sighs, "I guess I just love you."
Anna's smirk is instantly obliterated and her eyes go wide, her face goes from suprised and off guard, to an expression of compassion to Nomyer.
"Yeah..." Nomyer continues, "So, what do you think?"
Anna sighs and puts on a sad smile. "Oh Nomyer, you don't know what love is." She shakes her head, "How can you love anything? You wouldn't feel bad about killing your mother, how can you know what love is?"
"Huh..." Nomyer says his face turning to a smirk. "I could try and find out, with you I mean."
"No you can't. I'm sorry Nomyer, I can't do it. I just don't love you back."
"Oh..." Nomyer's face turns into a mechanical expression.
"You just had to ruin a good thing." Anna sighs.
Nomyer turns around and opens the door. "I guess I shouldn't come back then."
Anna sighs, "No, you shouldn't."
He puts on his mask and leaves, a tear rolls silently down his face. He never came back, but he checks to make sure she is still alive, and everytime, that makes him smile.
Anything else to add?:
And Nomyer's suit doesn't protect him anymore, it was made to protect against radiation but has long since stopped working. I feel really stupid right now, and THIRD TIME'S A CHARM???
Character skin:
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Welcome to Year 2065.
Already found it at /http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/farlander-contest/ but I have done some minor editing to it myself, nothing major though.
Minecraft account name: flee784
When did you begin playing? The 27th of January
What makes you deserve this position? I believe I am a mature player as well as a mature person. I have experience being a moderator as well as having other server related jobs. I join the server regularly unless I have school work to attend to. I actively participate in server conversations. I have a good understanding of the rules of this server and of RP in general. I believe I will be a good candidate for a moderatorship due to my maturity as a human being as well as my seriousness towards this server and it's guidelines.
Does anyone also think you should be a part of the staff? No one has recommend me, no. Although, I'm sure codycg can vouch for my maturity and my seriousness towards this position.
I am sure that you'd make an excellent addition to the team however I haven't seen you on as much as I'd like and have never actually seen you in game. Play more and maybe...
Denied. Expand on everything.
To create a settlement, there must be at least 3 players living in it.