Your character can't be a famous character from real life, you show no understanding of the lore, you show no understanding of metagaming or powergaming, your back story needs to be two paragraphs longer, your example of RP pain isn't in an RP/Script dialogue and you have no picture of your skin. I think you should find a light RP server. Year 2065 isn't for you.
Alright, I know I got mad last night but I kept getting poked with a stick (metaphorically), but I didn't agree to John's death and from my understanding no one else did so why is there a grave for him? But if I have to, I'll make a new app.
New character! Yay! Finally going to have a raider on here.
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Mordecai Lynn
Your character's story so far: The wastes are a harsh, unforgiving place. Mordecai Lynn knows this. Many people have told him so. Many have also begged him for their life, a chance to continue this pointless life of barely surviving, of scavenging just enough food to keep death back a few more days. Not that he listens. Mordecai never listens to their pleas. They try to beg, to threaten, to plead to his humanity as he cuts into them, grinning under his ever-present scarf. Sure, he had a past. A past before this life of violence and theft. But those days are behind him. They don't matter. Living sheltered in a bunker while the rest of the world went to hell just wasn't entertaining enough. He wanted action. He wanted drama. He want people to fear him. So he left. He shed his old name, now only a half remembered word, and chose a new one.
Now Mordecai wanders the wastes, looking for his next victim, looking for the next poor fool with food and water.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? None.
How old is your character? Twenty-nine.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? He has dark hair and dark eyes, though most of his face is covered by a red scarf. He wears a blue trench coat. His back is riddled with scars and burn marks and he has a tattoo of the skeleton of a fish on his left shoulder.
How does your character act? He can go from seeming friendly to extremely aggressive and angry at the smallest thing, and will typically strike out at anyone when he gets mad.
Character's occupation: Raider.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) He can read, but slowly. Writing is a struggle for him, so he doesn't.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Very skilled with knives and close quarters combat in general, though he wouldn't be considered an expert by any stretch of the imagination.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He is claustrophobic and is terrified of the idea of being taken alive or locked up.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Mordecai: *He cries out in pain as the red-hot metal digs into his skin once again. It leaves a mark when it is lifted off, taking some skin with it.*
??: *Grins evilly as he drops the metal rod back into the fire.* "Feel like talking now?"
Mordecai: "No- Not in... In the slightest." *He says weakly, though he manages a small grin.* "Per-Perhaps you'd let me go now, eh?"
??: *Barks out a laugh and punches Mordecai in the gut.* "Not till you tell me where the rest of you bastards are."
Mordecai: *Coughs as the fist connects with his stomach* "No-not on... Not on your life, pig."
??: "Very well." *He draws out a thin dagger and presses it against Mordecai's neck* "Good bye, Mr. Lynn."
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Roleplaying is acting as the character you've designed, and yes.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: Because I would like to Roleplay.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: Yes, some banned us the other day because he was bored.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: Yes and Yes.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:Forcing a characters actions upon them. IE, "swings axe at someones head, cutting if off cleanly"
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:: Using OOC knowledge IC, IE, OOC: Hey my characters a witch, IC: Burn him! He's a witch!
Character name: Adoeak Farice
Your character's story so far: Born to an average family and going on his own eventually, he travelled around, learning various things across the wasteland. While one family knew how to read, but couldn't write, and another knew how to write, but couldn't read properly, Adoeak combined the two and learned how to read and write. He opened up a small library in an encampment one time, but when he came back to it, the books were burned with bloody paint smeared across the doorway, writing heresy. Adoeak left as fast as he could, and begun travelling to his friend, Cherry, at Cherry Farms.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: Cherry and him go back to when he was a bandit, until Adoeak left to find his own path. Coming up empty, he's going back to Cherry.
How old is your character?: 31
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: Brown hair, dull yellow overcoat, green undershirt, no real distinctive physical features.
How does your character act?: Reserved and passive, but will act if cornered.
Character's occupation: Librarian, Keeper of History.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Yes, he is literate.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A knack for history.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: He fears knowledge, ironically, and death. He knows too much knowledge is dangerous, but it's a guilty pleasure.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Walking along the path of the ruined, Adoeak looked casually to the ruined house. The sight shocked him to the core, as he saw a pregnant woman, her mouth agape, her eyes closed. He gasped, running over to her instincivly. As he stepped on a piece of glass, crunching it, he heard the sound of a crying baby. Next to the mother, on her side, was an infant. Adoeak didn't know who's it was, but he picked it up, cradling it.
He knew he couldn't keep it. He didn't have enough food.
Soul crushed, he put down the infant and kept walking, tears dripping down his eyes as he heard the crying of the child.
Anything else to add?: Would you kindly call me Shamul?
Country of residence and time zone: Norway, GMT +1
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Roleplaying is to assume the role as a character made up by you. You live this characters life, takes his/her’s decisions, choices in life etc.
What is your reason for applying to this server? It was suggested to me by bishop1996 (aka. Cherry). I was looking for a good roleplay server, and he suggested this one.
Have you been banned before, if so why? No.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? I fully agree with all of your rules. I find the lore interesting and I’m pretty exited about the server.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:Powergaming is making yourself a character so that can be invulnerable, invincible, a master in all professions and all out a master warrior and undefeatable individual. Also it is forcing another player to act out the actions that will benefit your character the best in any RP situations.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is taking OOC information and using it for your own winning ingame.
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Thomas Lupin.
Your character's story so far: Thomas was born into a small family, with only a mother and a father. Both died shortly after his birth and he was sent to an orphanage. Thomas lived there until he was eighteen. He had always been an intelligent man, therefor he choose to get educated as an engineer. As of now, he wanders the wasteland. He used to be part of a gang of raiders, but they are long gone now. He’s in search of new allies, tired of constantly fighting for survival. He has been tending to himself for so long, salvaging what he can of the things he find, never staying in the same spot for more than two nights in a row. He is searching for a better life, this is where his story begins.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? He used to roam the lands with a gang of raiders, but ever since they all died he has been wandering alone, doing whatever he can to survive.
How old is your character? 22 years of age.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Medium built man, muscular, he has brown hair and a brown beard. He stands 6’3’’ above the ground. His body is scarred and dirty after years of wandering the wastelands, rarely bathing or washing himself.
How does your character act? He’s shy and quiet most of the time. He tends to keep to himself as he’s been alone for a long while. If threatened he will use violence to get out of any predicaments he might be in. He’s trigger happy, meaning in situations involving ranged weapons he will most likely be the one to start the fight.
Character's occupation: Engineer.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) He is an educated engineer, he knows how to read and write, though he prefers not to do both if he can avoid it, as he is extremely lazy when it comes to those things.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He thinks creative and new, and he is also a fast runner.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He fear’s cramped, dark spaces. He fears spiders and everything that is small enough to crawl on his body without him knowing it.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Thomas screamed as the bullet cut through the back of his lower leg. He limped forward determined to escape the enemy closing in behind him. His leg was bleeding heavily, he was exhausted. But he kept on moving forward, he could hear the voices of his enemies behind him. Devastated by the loss of his family and fellow raiders. He had watched the been slaughtered like animals, executed before his very eyes. A tear left his eye and continued down his chin. Their screams as they watched their friends and family getting murdered right next to them, the laughter from the hostiles as they pulled the triggers with the guns aimed at their knees, and the evil grins as they slit their throats. All this was burned stuck to his memory, all this he had watched from his hiding spot, without doing anything to help. A sudden moment of hatred towards these hostiles struck him and he tossed himself into hiding behind a rock nearby. He looked down at his leg, it was still salvageable, but he had to deal with the current threat first. He pulled out a handgun and checked his ammunition. He had a good amount of rounds left, but he had to be quick about this. He looked up over the rock, five men. He slowly turned his body into a better position, lifting his gun slightly above the rocks top. He held his aim steady at the middle man. He slowly pressed the trigger in and the gun was fired. The man was hit in the shoulder and two of the hostiles rushed towards him to help him into cover. The two other men immediately opened fire at him, he crouched back into cover, waiting for them to run their magazines dry before striking again. As soon as the gun fire seized he pulled himself back up and fired at the man on the left, he fell dead after two shots. Thomas then aimed at the man on the right, fired four shots, where two of them hit. The man fell to the ground, moving slightly. The one he wounded earlier and the men who pulled him away was now heading away from the fight. Thomas stared after them, spitting on the ground before bursting into tears. Still weeping he walked over to the moving man, he turned him around and looked him dead in the face. Thomas pulled out a knife and made a small cut on the mans chin. He let out a small laugh before ramming the knife into the mans eye, finishing him off. Thomas was never the same after this, quiet, twitching at times. This day had scarred him for life. And he would always remember it.
Backstory is... Wait.. What back story? Make one please. At least a large paragraph or two. How is your character literate? Explain in your back story. A librarian that fears knowledge.... Interesting. Doesn't make any sense though.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Roleplay is the outpour of one's imagination into a work of fiction. The main difference is that we actively participate in the work of fiction, as if we were there. I have a lot, and I mean a LOT, of of roleplay experience. In fact, most of my multiplayer experience for a couple of years was roleplay. It kinda sucks that there's so few of them though.
What is your reason for applying to this server? Roleplay is one of my passions, and I'm always on the lookout for a great roleplay experience. It's a great way to immerse yourself along with others.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Nope, never been banned XD
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Would you kindly? And the lore is great, it's really well fleshed out.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? I use Last Days all the time, it's great!
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is when you control another character so the rp situation concludes in your favor. You're technically not allowing anyone else roleplay.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is when you use outside things to change the game for yourself, basically breaking the roleplay aspect.
Character name: "Bishop"
Your character's story so far: Bishop was extremely timid and gentle as a child, being held back by over protective parents, and had few friends. Still, life was calm and pretty tame, even amidst the chaos of war. However, as he grew older, Bishop had the idea to become a soldier, to see the world and see some excitement. However, this decision proved fatal. After several years of combat, Bishop was one day caught in a massive chemical plant explosion during a decisive battle during the wars. His body became nothing more than cooked, mangled tissue, and he was unanimously declared dead. However, a research cult had different plans, and stole the body in an attempt to bring a human back from the dead. Their efforts culminated in a steaming, metallic man, his life held together by every program in the suit, specially made to mimic human body systems. However, Bishop's mind seemed changed, and he had no recollection of his past. All that remained was a primitive bloodlust, pure hatred and viciousness. Before scientists could ask him questions, Bishop slaughtered the entire faculty, and for 10 years, the only sightings of him were in destroyed villages, his silhouette visible amidst the massive flames that engulfed each village. Bishop was finally stopped by a task force, and riddled with armor piercing bullets. As Bishop neared death a second time, a lone priest walked up, and took Bishop with him. A few years later, people sighted Bishop one last time, stepping out of the priest's house and walking into the horizon. There were no more reports of him, but his epithet stuck, "Ignis", Latin for "flame"
Does or did your character have any companions or family? He had a caring family, but few friends, and by the time the name "Ignis" sprung, there was no information of his family since.
How old is your character? 45
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Bishop is a giant among men, towering at 7'4''. He is very robust, yet the past seems to have taken a toll on him and his suit. He ambles slowly, and his heavy suit thumps with each step, loose bolts clanking and occasional sparks. His face is covered by the suit, and there are no pictures of his actual face.
How does your character act? Bishop does not seem dangerous anymore. He speaks only when spoken to, and answers with few words, talking with a slow, booming voice, occasionally taking deep breaths due to his suit's failing respiratory mechanism. Those who had the courage to approach Bishop called him calm, quiet, patient, and somewhat of a mystic, as he constantly looks toward the sunset, often for hours. When the sunset seems especially bright, like a fire, Bishop speaks even less, and watches the sun until it is gone under the horizon.
Character's occupation: None, wanderer.
Does your character have an education? Bishop left for the army after high school, yet even now he seems to be hiding some unknown knowledge. Some call him a simpleton. Others call him wise. But most call him mysterious.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Bishop is a very slow, ambling figure, and tends to take blows rather than dodge them. Despite his slow movements and lack of agility, Bishop retains immense physical strength, even more due to his suit's hydraulic muscle system. However, even that seems to be rusting.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Bishop is known to act very strange and mystical when he sees, touches, or approaches fire. However, not much else is known.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): "
"Ey yo Bishop, get over here!"
Bishop could barely hear his captain, dazed by that last explosion near his foxhole. He looked around warily, and saw private Grady standing in the open, his mouth slightly open.
"Grady, hey Grady, follow me, I can hear Captain calling us!"
Grady just stood there, not even seeming to notice Bishop.
"Bishop!! Get over here, that plant's gonna bl-"
Captain's cries were drowned by a sudden boom in Bishop's ear. When he turned, captain's foxhole was nothing but a smoking crater. Nothing was left.
"Captain!! What the !?"
Bishop was knocked over by the sudden shockwave from another explosion, and as he tried to get up, a mass of organs and blood sprayed him. Harlun's body had burst from the explosion, and what was left of him was on Bishop. Bishop fell over again, and vomited. As he looked up, dazed and about to pass out, he saw Grady, still there, somehow unfazed.
"G-Grady, w-w-we gotta g-go..." Bishop crawled to Grady, the last ounce of his strength depleting as he reached his companion, his closest friend in the war.
"Grady, I'm glad you're ok. Cmon, we gotta go..." Bishop tugged on Grady's arm.
Right then, the left half of Grady's body fell on top of Bishop. Bishop saw the other half still standing, then slowly slumping to the ground.
Then, the reactor exploded.
Anything else to add? Thanks for making this server! It's gonna be mad fun!
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Taking the form of another character and acting like him/her, and yes many past roleplay servers.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: Looks fun.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: On other servers yes, but it was because everyone kept yelling at me so I left and they banned me.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: Yes, very interesting lore.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: Yes, very nice.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Over powering your character like ex- *Stabs and you bleed and die*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: I thought it was the same as Powergaming, :/ In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required): Nick Payne
Your character's story so far: Nick's wealthy family, devastated by the economy, became poor. Nick would always bring home food, but nobody knew where. Nick would tell them he found it, knowing they would never approve of his criminal career. Nick always took his dog out on raids with him. He killed many people, stole many things, and will continue to do so. Nick still searches for his younger brother, even though he knows that he will never find him. He abides by 3 rules-Never kill women, never kill children, and never steal from children.
How old is your character? 30
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Scars along his arm and back. Short hair, missing his left pinky finger.
How does your character act? Like a civilized, brute. He was grown up wealthy and civilized, but has learned to kill and steal.
Character's occupation: Muderer/Raider/Thief
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) He can read and write very well, considering his wealthy childhood.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Run fast, good with a blade.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: He hates peacekeeper robots, they try to stop him from doing anything. HE fears that there will be no more stuff to take.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): "Please, please release me." Nick pleaded to the peacekeeper robot. It held onto his hand and grabbed his finger. "Ahhhhhh....AHHHHH!" he cried. The robot slowly pulled, increasing the pain. Nick bit down on his lip and he could feel the blood. He clecnhed down on the seat with his other hand. The robot pulled off the finger and Nick let out a howl so loud. "We show no mercy to those who kill." said the robot. "I didn't kill her, I told you that already" "We don't like liars either". THe robot pulled up Nicks shirt and took the smoking hot iron sword and drew an X right across his back. "I can't feel anything" "Good". Nick was in so much pain that, he couldn't even feel it no more. He fainted under all that suffering, and awoke with scars and a missing finger. "I will get revenge on these peacekeepers."
Anything else to add?: Would you kindly....ACCEPT ME!!!
Your character's story so far: Oscar grew up underground in a mine in Germany. He knew not much of the world above him and had not thought much of it. He was comfortable in the dark mines below the surface always returning the bunker his family lived in. It was an easy life where Oscar and his brother would mine and their parents would sell the goods on the surface. They continued doing that for a good m=number of years up until part of the bunker had collapsed on Oscar's brother, trapping him in the rubble. Oscar being young at the time, was over whelmed with fear ran instead of helping his brother. Oscar deep into the mine and getting lost. He was lost for two days until his father found him and his father was furious. His father dragged him back to what of the bunker that remained and beat him for hours on end nearly killing him. Oscar then was locked into a room with his brother's dead body. When his parents let him out days later, Oscar attacked them but his mother had knocked him. They then took Oscar and left the bunker, heading out for anywhere. They eventually settled in an abandoned town and then from there, locked Oscar in a cell because his mental state had deteriorated to the point where Oscar would try and kill them at any opportunity he could get. The town had slowly come to life over the progression over many years and Oscar's mental state had seemed to get better. His parents forgave him for what had happened at the bunker and the town accepted him with open arms. His father took him under his wing training him in the art of forging weapons and armor. Oscar became the best smith in the town, making the most dangerous rifles and the most durable armor. Oscar grew tired of the comfort of a town and moved on. He wondered the wastes until he stumbled across an Orbital Industries lab. He looked around the place to see if he could find some scrap metal. He was wondering around the lobby when a Peacekeeper Bot came around. Oscar knew he had to hide, so he jumped behind, what was, a receptionist's desk. The bot passed by and had continued his normal patrol it had been programmed and it had unlocked a door leading to the main lab. Oscar quickly ran through the door before it closed and then quickly hid in a closet. He waited until the bot went off to another part of the facility and Oscar then began to wonder around and he came across the mainframe. Oscar not knowing what it was, he then pushed the 'enter' key. The computer then began to log in to the administrator's account, luckily for Oscar it the last person to log in died before they could hit the 'enter' key. The profile began to load up and the screen with filled with many different logs of the previous user. Oscar was cautions but curious and had grabbed the mouse and clicked the file that said "A reminder". It explained how circuits worked and it began to get into detail on how to integrate A.I. with armor to help the user fight better. Just as Oscar was going to look at other files, a Peacekeeper came into the room and had spotted him. Oscar knew he had to get out of there so he bolted for the door he came in and barely made it out the door the moment the Peacekeeper opened fire. He then ran out of the facility and just kept running until night fell. He eventually stopped and began to set up camp when bullets flew past his head. He looked up and was hit by a club. Oscar woke up in a crudely made cell in a basement and a raider was sitting just outside the cell. Oscar met with the raider's eyes and the raider felt like Oscar was challenging him. The raider opened the cell door and was about to beat Oscar when Oscar stabbed him in the neck with a shiv he had been making. He quietly walked up the stairs leading to the first floor of the structure. He looked around and saw that everyone was asleep. He carefully walked across the room to get to the staircase on the other side. He reached the other side and climbed the staircase, taking each step with great caution. He was half up the staircase when he hit a tripwire and sounded the alarm. All the raiders woke up and trapped Oscar on the stairs. He knew that he won't be able to run out of this situation. So he challenged the leader offering him a deal. Oscar said, "I'll fight you, if I beat you, you make me your leader, if you beat me, I'll work for you." The leader accepted the deal and swung at Oscar with his machete. Oscar dodged it and struck the leader with his shiv. He hit the leader right into the throat and the leader dropped to the ground and began to bleed out. Oscar then stood there breathing heavily. They accepted him as their leader, but it was not as fun as he thought it would have been. Has the years went on, Oscar began to experience terrifying nightmares and he slowly developed Multi-personality disorder. Oscar then left the bandits while he was in a "nice" set of mind. Eventually coming across the wastes we all know and love...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? None that are in the wastes.
How old is your character? 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
How does your character act? Very paranoid and likes to be a way from others. He likes to communicate to people through the radio so he doesn't go out much. He also hates
Character's occupation: Raider/Miner
Does your character have an education? He know little English, usually replacing words he doesn't know with German words.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He is a great smith of guns and armor. He knows much of wiring and modifications. He also knows how to mine extremely well.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Varying on which mindset he is in, he will hate people and try to ignore them. If he is in the "nice" mindset he will fear his other "side".
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): "Oscar, help me! Help me!" Jack yelled out. "I'm sorry! Jack I can't!" Oscar yelled as he ran away. He contiuned to run into the mine. Eventually running to a parts that were not familiar to him. He then collapsed on the ground and begins to cry. "I'm sorry jack...I so so sorry...", he said to himself. He then gets up and walks further into the mine. He then trips and falls down into a cavern below him. "OW! OW! OW!" Oscar yelled. "Da-a-a-a-d! Mo-o-o-o-m! Help me!" He screamed. "Somebody!"
Anything else to add? This was a pain in my **** to make.