And he returns!
Nice to hear you all again! I played here and my name was Brad. Username: bjdaveyy
Anyway so I hear you need an update! After 20 Years, Brad was not the 18 year old youth that one may expect. Countless attempts at finding his past led to the downfall of him, and at only 26 Brad fell into a trap from the raiders and was genetically frozen and hidden in the depths of Sydney's most isolated building. Left to die. Little did they know that on the dawn of what would have been Brad's 38th biological birthday a shine from the distant son, penetrated the cracks in a weary cloud and simply defrosted the frozen abomination. He woke with vengeance and hate but decided the best cure for it was to investigate the ruins of Sydney and staying hidden from what appeared to be a small empire within Sydney. Still equipped with his old bow, he made sure to take out any potential harm including Mutants.
When Brad stumbled upon his old family home in one of the tall high rises of Sydney, he was astonished to find a beautiful dagger, engraved with the word 'Sting' written on the encrusted outline of the blade. Since his 'rebirth' Brad has developed many stealth skills including parkour, in which he uses to escape danger. It has worked out multiple times. Brad is able to run at quick speeds and is not someone to threaten. But he knows his place and his goal. To eliminate all Raiders for what they have done to both him and his family. In the near future Brad wishes to visit the lake that his parents were dumped in and pay tribute. But that will all be done in time
And he returns!
Nice to hear you all again! I played here and my name was Brad. Username: bjdaveyy
Anyway so I hear you need an update! After 20 Years, Brad was not the 18 year old youth that one may expect. Countless attempts at finding his past led to the downfall of him, and at only 26 Brad fell into a trap from the raiders and was genetically frozen and hidden in the depths of Sydney's most isolated building. Left to die. Little did they know that on the dawn of what would have been Brad's 38th biological birthday a shine from the distant son, penetrated the cracks in a weary cloud and simply defrosted the frozen abomination. He woke with vengeance and hate but decided the best cure for it was to investigate the ruins of Sydney and staying hidden from what appeared to be a small empire within Sydney. Still equipped with his old bow, he made sure to take out any potential harm including Mutants.
When Brad stumbled upon his old family home in one of the tall high rises of Sydney, he was astonished to find a beautiful dagger, engraved with the word 'Sting' written on the encrusted outline of the blade. Since his 'rebirth' Brad has developed many stealth skills including parkour, in which he uses to escape danger. It has worked out multiple times. Brad is able to run at quick speeds and is not someone to threaten. But he knows his place and his goal. To eliminate all Raiders for what they have done to both him and his family. In the near future Brad wishes to visit the lake that his parents were dumped in and pay tribute. But that will all be done in time
Minecraft account name: mallachie Country of Residence and Time Zone: Canada, EST. Do you have any experience roleplaying? A bit, yeah. I've played on many servers, including Gildorym, Shrines of the Ancients, From Ashes, and Retrofuture. Why are you applying? I love roleplaying and I really, really, REALLY need my post apocalyptic roleplay fix. Its been far too long... Have you ever been banned and if so why? Never been banned before. Do you agree with the rules? Yes, I do. Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No, never. Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? I will indeed.
In Character (IC) Name: Vecordi "Vec" Erro. Faction (Optional): None, yet. How old is your character: Twenty six. How does your character act? Vecordi comes off as shy or nervous when around those he hasn't met and even those he has known for a while. He is extremely defensive of his personal belongings and those he considers to to be close friends. He is extremely paranoid of radiation and is rarely, if ever, seen without his face-covering gas mask. He doesn't speak much to others, preferring to beckon and use sign language when communicating, though he can speak if he needs to or wants to. Does your character have any family or close friends? None. Is your character educated (Read and write)? No. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He is very agile, able to dodge and avoid attacks more easily than others. He is a naturally stealthy person, often opting to stay back and observe people, rather than approach them. Because of his cautionary outlook, he has forced himself to become a decent shot, and is often found practicing (If you stumble upon him and don't let him see you coming). Does your character have any weaknesses? His tolerance for pain is far lower than most, and is easily controlled by threats of violence or harm. He is not physically or mentally strong by any stretch of the imagination, though he can handle himself in a fight (Mostly through luck and dodging). He is also slightly mentally unstable, and, when panicked, will stop thinking entirely; his only thought is to flee (It doesn't take much to panic him). Does your character hate or fear anything? He is terrified of fire, insects of any size, shape or type, and bats. He has a strong dislike of water of any depth. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Ten years... Its been ten, long years since Vecordi left his home in a Stranded village. Ten years since he first donned his mask and oxygen tank. Ten years of bitter, cold, lonely survival. Ten years of witnessing factions rise and fall, of watching the so-called intelligent mutants and androids slowly disappearing. A lot can happen in ten years. The beginning of this tale, however, takes place sixteen years ago, in a small, unassuming Stranded village.
"Hah!" A voice calls out, cutting through the chilly morning.
"That makes... Twenty for me, and... None for you, Erro."
The older man looks down at the small child, lowering his home-made bow.
"How can you expect to survive in this world if you can't fight?"
The child looks nervously back at the man, saying nothing, then goes back to staring at the ground. The man kneels down next to him, roughly taking a much smaller bow from the child's hand.
"You can't fight, you can't shoot, you can barely hold a pickax... What are we supposed to do, keep feeding you? Sheltering you? Hah. Not likely. There's no food for those who can't pull their own weight."
The man angrily stomps off, surveying the other children, each with their own tiny, wooden swords and bows. The child looks off after the man, but he doesn't cry. No. Not here. Not in front of the other children. And especially not in front of the head-weapons trainer, Damian. The child bends down, picking up his wooden training sword and, looking directly into the eyes of Damian, breaks the blade over his knee. The old man's face turns red with anger, and he quickly makes his way to the young child. But it is too late. Vecordi has already made himself scarce, disappearing into the deep snow just outside the training ground. One day, he'd show them. One day. But now, Vecordi just bids his time. He has become one with the shadows, with the snow. He is rarely seen, except by his parents, and even then... He steals and hides, living off of freshly stolen bread and cheese. This trend continues for the next six years. Six years of stealing and hiding. Six years... Long enough to become a legend within the village. The Invisible Child, the Taker. Six years with no direct contact with anyone in the village. Dead, his family thinks. He died. But Vecordi never died. No, Vecordi lived on, never being seen, never being heard.
But then, one day, Vecordi was found. Found by none other than Damian himself.
"Erro? Wha... I thought you were dead!"
Panicked by his old tormentor, Vecordi fled, disappearing between the buildings. Having planned for such a day as he might need to leave, Vecordi quickly ran to a near-by stash, filled with food, a bow, some arrows, and a gas mask which covered his face and an oxygen tank. Quickly gathering his supplies, Vecordi donned his gas mask and hurriedly left the village, never looking back. He hide in a nearby mountain cave for weeks as his air supply slowly dwindled away to nothing. Vecordi, however, never noticed. The tube connecting the tank to his mask had ripped open during his climb to the cave, allowing him to continue breathing even with the tank empty. After a long, cold stay in the cave, Vecordi slowly made his way back down the mountain, heading back to his home village, his food supply having been exhausted. Seeing this, Vecordi panicked. Again, he fled, but not before trying to scavenge some food from a still burning house. Finding nothing, Vecordi turned to leave, but was struck in the face by a burning support beam, severely injuring his left cheek. After fleeing the house and scooping handfuls of snow onto his face, Vecordi lost consciousness When he awoke, the fires had all burned out and his wounds had started to close, though they still stung horribly. Pulling his gas mask on over his head, Vecordi left the village for a second time, never looking back.
Vecordi spent many years wandering the wastes, practicing his shooting skills whenever he had the chance, slowly becoming even thinner and mentally unhinged. He began to have vivid hallucinations in both his waking hours and when he went to bed down for the night. He lived like this for many years, carefully avoiding raiders and mutants. He explored the old ruins of faction bases, scavenging what he could, hiding out in the rotting husks for as long as he felt safe. He continues to wander in such a way to this very day, looking for a place to call home, a place he can be safe.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Vec: *Cautiously sneaks up to the old, abandoned Duster base. Sits on a nearby hill, observing the place for a time*
Raider1: *Walks out the front door, calling over his shoulder* "There's nothin' ta be found in there, ya damn fool."
Raider2: *Sticks his head out the door, holding up a can* "I found this, didn't I? That's gotta count fer sumthin'."
Vec: *Ducks down behind the hill, peeking his head up slightly so he can watch the scene*
Raider1: "Sure, that's sumthin', but can it feed th' whole damn camp? No! It can't!" *Grabs the can from the other raider, and hits him over the head with it* "Now git yer **** outta that buildin'. We need t' move on an' see if we can find SOME DAMN FOOD!" *Walks off, throwing the can back through the window*
Raider2: *Mutters under his breath, rubbing his head and following the first raider*
Vec: *Waits for both of them to leave, the heads into the building, picking up the can. He's about to open it when he hears glass crunching under foot behind him. He spins around*
Raider2: *Sees Vec* "Well, well, well... What've we got 'ere, eh?" *Grins menacingly slowly drawing his machete* "We're gonna 'ave sum fun, me an' you." *Turns, and seems to be about to call out to his friend*
Vec: *The second the raider isn't focusing on him anymore, he runs towards the exit, swinging his arms wildly. The can strikes the raider in the throat, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Vec takes no notice of this, and continues running off into the hills*
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Vecordi is rarely, if ever seen without his all-covering gas mask. He is of medium height and thin, with very little muscle on him. Under the mask, he has a mop of thick, black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He has burn scars of some sort on his lower left face.
Image of skin:
I slept with a cow.
Really short, I know, but I'm tired T_T Oh... When are you planning on releasing the server?
Minecraft account name: mallachie Country of Residence and Time Zone: Canada, EST. Do you have any experience roleplaying? A bit, yeah. I've played on many servers, including Gildorym, Shrines of the Ancients, From Ashes, and Retrofuture. Why are you applying? I love roleplaying and I really, really, REALLY need my post apocalyptic roleplay fix. Its been far too long... Have you ever been banned and if so why? Never been banned before. Do you agree with the rules? Yes, I do. Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No, never. Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? I will indeed.
In Character (IC) Name: Vecordi "Vec" Erro. Faction (Optional): None, yet. How old is your character: Twenty six. How does your character act? Vecordi comes off as shy or nervous when around those he hasn't met and even those he has known for a while. He is extremely defensive of his personal belongings and those he considers to to be close friends. He is extremely paranoid of radiation and is rarely, if ever, seen without his face-covering gas mask. He doesn't speak much to others, preferring to beckon and use sign language when communicating, though he can speak if he needs to or wants to. Does your character have any family or close friends? None. Is your character educated (Read and write)? No. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He is very agile, able to dodge and avoid attacks more easily than others. He is a naturally stealthy person, often opting to stay back and observe people, rather than approach them. Because of his cautionary outlook, he has forced himself to become a decent shot, and is often found practicing (If you stumble upon him and don't let him see you coming). Does your character have any weaknesses? His tolerance for pain is far lower than most, and is easily controlled by threats of violence or harm. He is not physically or mentally strong by any stretch of the imagination, though he can handle himself in a fight (Mostly through luck and dodging). He is also slightly mentally unstable, and, when panicked, will stop thinking entirely; his only thought is to flee (It doesn't take much to panic him). Does your character hate or fear anything? He is terrified of fire, insects of any size, shape or type, and bats. He has a strong dislike of water of any depth. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Ten years... Its been ten, long years since Vecordi left his home in a Stranded village. Ten years since he first donned his mask and oxygen tank. Ten years of bitter, cold, lonely survival. Ten years of witnessing factions rise and fall, of watching the so-called intelligent mutants and androids slowly disappearing. A lot can happen in ten years. The beginning of this tale, however, takes place sixteen years ago, in a small, unassuming Stranded village.
"Hah!" A voice calls out, cutting through the chilly morning.
"That makes... Twenty for me, and... None for you, Erro."
The older man looks down at the small child, lowering his home-made bow.
"How can you expect to survive in this world if you can't fight?"
The child looks nervously back at the man, saying nothing, then goes back to staring at the ground. The man kneels down next to him, roughly taking a much smaller bow from the child's hand.
"You can't fight, you can't shoot, you can barely hold a pickax... What are we supposed to do, keep feeding you? Sheltering you? Hah. Not likely. There's no food for those who can't pull their own weight."
The man angrily stomps off, surveying the other children, each with their own tiny, wooden swords and bows. The child looks off after the man, but he doesn't cry. No. Not here. Not in front of the other children. And especially not in front of the head-weapons trainer, Damian. The child bends down, picking up his wooden training sword and, looking directly into the eyes of Damian, breaks the blade over his knee. The old man's face turns red with anger, and he quickly makes his way to the young child. But it is too late. Vecordi has already made himself scarce, disappearing into the deep snow just outside the training ground. One day, he'd show them. One day. But now, Vecordi just bids his time. He has become one with the shadows, with the snow. He is rarely seen, except by his parents, and even then... He steals and hides, living off of freshly stolen bread and cheese. This trend continues for the next six years. Six years of stealing and hiding. Six years... Long enough to become a legend within the village. The Invisible Child, the Taker. Six years with no direct contact with anyone in the village. Dead, his family thinks. He died. But Vecordi never died. No, Vecordi lived on, never being seen, never being heard.
But then, one day, Vecordi was found. Found by none other than Damian himself.
"Erro? Wha... I thought you were dead!"
Panicked by his old tormentor, Vecordi fled, disappearing between the buildings. Having planned for such a day as he might need to leave, Vecordi quickly ran to a near-by stash, filled with food, a bow, some arrows, and a gas mask which covered his face and an oxygen tank. Quickly gathering his supplies, Vecordi donned his gas mask and hurriedly left the village, never looking back. He hide in a nearby mountain cave for weeks as his air supply slowly dwindled away to nothing. Vecordi, however, never noticed. The tube connecting the tank to his mask had ripped open during his climb to the cave, allowing him to continue breathing even with the tank empty. After a long, cold stay in the cave, Vecordi slowly made his way back down the mountain, heading back to his home village, his food supply having been exhausted. Seeing this, Vecordi panicked. Again, he fled, but not before trying to scavenge some food from a still burning house. Finding nothing, Vecordi turned to leave, but was struck in the face by a burning support beam, severely injuring his left cheek. After fleeing the house and scooping handfuls of snow onto his face, Vecordi lost consciousness When he awoke, the fires had all burned out and his wounds had started to close, though they still stung horribly. Pulling his gas mask on over his head, Vecordi left the village for a second time, never looking back.
Vecordi spent many years wandering the wastes, practicing his shooting skills whenever he had the chance, slowly becoming even thinner and mentally unhinged. He began to have vivid hallucinations in both his waking hours and when he went to bed down for the night. He lived like this for many years, carefully avoiding raiders and mutants. He explored the old ruins of faction bases, scavenging what he could, hiding out in the rotting husks for as long as he felt safe. He continues to wander in such a way to this very day, looking for a place to call home, a place he can be safe.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Vec: *Cautiously sneaks up to the old, abandoned Duster base. Sits on a nearby hill, observing the place for a time*
Raider1: *Walks out the front door, calling over his shoulder* "There's nothin' ta be found in there, ya damn fool."
Raider2: *Sticks his head out the door, holding up a can* "I found this, didn't I? That's gotta count fer sumthin'."
Vec: *Ducks down behind the hill, peeking his head up slightly so he can watch the scene*
Raider1: "Sure, that's sumthin', but can it feed th' whole damn camp? No! It can't!" *Grabs the can from the other raider, and hits him over the head with it* "Now git yer **** outta that buildin'. We need t' move on an' see if we can find SOME DAMN FOOD!" *Walks off, throwing the can back through the window*
Raider2: *Mutters under his breath, rubbing his head and following the first raider*
Vec: *Waits for both of them to leave, the heads into the building, picking up the can. He's about to open it when he hears glass crunching under foot behind him. He spins around*
Raider2: *Sees Vec* "Well, well, well... What've we got 'ere, eh?" *Grins menacingly slowly drawing his machete* "We're gonna 'ave sum fun, me an' you." *Turns, and seems to be about to call out to his friend*
Vec: *The second the raider isn't focusing on him anymore, he runs towards the exit, swinging his arms wildly. The can strikes the raider in the throat, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Vec takes no notice of this, and continues running off into the hills*
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Vecordi is rarely, if ever seen without his all-covering gas mask. He is of medium height and thin, with very little muscle on him. Under the mask, he has a mop of thick, black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He has burn scars of some sort on his lower left face.
Image of skin:
I slept with a cow.
Really short, I know, but I'm tired T_T Oh... When are you planning on releasing the server?
Started actually doing work with the followers, they never got much love the first time around.
Also you are now aloud to build in the Sydney Slums and the flooded sky scrapers (They are radioactive mind you). The Sydney Slums include office buildings, warehouses, factories, and a dock yard.
If you need any help building just hit me up a message. I would be happy to contribute.
ill probably have a beta for throws who apped so far
It doesn't take me a week to make a metroI've almost finished spawnThe beta will take place until I get online hosting setupI'll send the ip when I'm ready to irradiated the waistThe language pack won't be added till tj returns
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) ClassyNacho Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) Eastern/New York time Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Yes, huge fan of fallout and skyrim, but I've never played a MMO style Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) Post apocalyptic gameplay mostly, the experience mixed with minecraft ought to be awesome. Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) Yes, I broke a piece of dirt someone placed on accident. Do you agree with the rules? yes Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) yes Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? either that of the "The End is Extremely Nigh" one
In Character (IC) Name:JaFargo Faction (Optional): How old is your character: 27 How does your character act? Docile, loves to roam Does your character have any family or close friends? All his family is dead, but he never had much anyway Is your character educated (Read and write)? He can read thanks to his father, but lacks the ability to write, which he hopes to do someday. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? A great builder and naturally charismatic Does your character have any weaknesses? A natural pacifist, he can't fight well and fells everyone is nice until they try to kill him Does your character hate or fear anything? He hates being in small places, as well as staying somewhere for more than a few days. He also has a fear of dogs after an incident with one. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic) Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
JaFargo's family was always different. He descended from fishers before the unfortunate events that occurred, and could boast surviving radiation. But expousure has left him a cruel hand, for his skin is an electric blue. His hair black and curly (like his mothers) his eyes dark. His clothes are pre-war, comfortable jeans and a lime green tee. He was lucky to nab a pair of boots off a raider that he thought he was good friends with (they weren't).
JaFargo isn't your average person though. He was born blue skinned (which you already know) a natural love for all things, a smooth voice that could calm the most angered of stranded witches, and a stocky average six foot tall form. He was raised by his "father" an old duster who had his share of raider kills then settled down. Being as JaFargo's real parents died of a raider attack, little baby JaFargo was found in a crib by his new father Leo Coen. Leo adopted the boy and named him JaFargo after a story he had read about a blue skinned man in a world of peace. It was a terrible book. Leo raised the boy as his own, although they never talked much. JaFargo was taught by Leo how to read, but nothing else. Not even how to brandish a sword.
JaFargo spent his days reading. He read "The tales of JaFargo" and 'The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" Countless times due to Leo's astounding collection of books. He read them in his head to stretch the mind, and out loud to become the smooth-talker he is today. After he had read all the books Leo had to offer, JaFargo began to wander around the homestead where Leo lived. Everyday he ventured further and further, until he found a raider encampment. Now, there is a reason JaFargo loves everything. He has a mental disease. He can't be attached to anyone, but is deeply attached to everyone. So when he met these raiders, JaFargo couldn't help himself.
"Ey you! What you be doin', roamin so close to our here be encampment? I outta skin you dry, feed you to them dingos that roam round ere. Get em to follow me too.", The raider said with spite lining his voice. "Hello.", JaFargo said, smiling, "How are you today? And may I say that I found dingos will follow with any bone, be it fresh and young or old and grody." The raider stood dumbfounded. No one had dared stay to question him. No one had even attempted to stay when he pulled up his steel. "What you want?" He said, squinting his eyes to get a good look at him. "And why is you blue?"
"I'ld like to have a good conversation, if you'd believe me. And as for me being blue, well, I had not thought much of it until you question me now." JaFargo said with great friendly confidence.
"Well. Where you from boy? and what be your name, if you got one?"
"Names JaFargo. I come from that old homestead not three miles north of here." JaFargo said. what he didn't know is that he had just killed Leo and all objects close to him at the time. JaFargo went into the camp, took some boot, a battery, and a gear, then left, his host not even wondering were his objects had gone. Mostly because his host and his friends had already left.
At sunrise the next day, JaFargo had arrived at the ruins of leos house. Ash trekked the ground, and in front of the home was the burnt bones of Leo Coen, who made the mistake of picking up the small blue child all those years ago. JaFargo didn't shed a single tear. He packaged what the raiders did not take, and set off. He hasn't settled. He hasn't fought. He hasn't stopped wandering, and some think he might not ever stop. Ever.
Nice to hear you all again! I played here and my name was Brad. Username: bjdaveyy
Anyway so I hear you need an update!
After 20 Years, Brad was not the 18 year old youth that one may expect. Countless attempts at finding his past led to the downfall of him, and at only 26 Brad fell into a trap from the raiders and was genetically frozen and hidden in the depths of Sydney's most isolated building. Left to die. Little did they know that on the dawn of what would have been Brad's 38th biological birthday a shine from the distant son, penetrated the cracks in a weary cloud and simply defrosted the frozen abomination. He woke with vengeance and hate but decided the best cure for it was to investigate the ruins of Sydney and staying hidden from what appeared to be a small empire within Sydney. Still equipped with his old bow, he made sure to take out any potential harm including Mutants.
When Brad stumbled upon his old family home in one of the tall high rises of Sydney, he was astonished to find a beautiful dagger, engraved with the word 'Sting' written on the encrusted outline of the blade. Since his 'rebirth' Brad has developed many stealth skills including parkour, in which he uses to escape danger. It has worked out multiple times. Brad is able to run at quick speeds and is not someone to threaten. But he knows his place and his goal. To eliminate all Raiders for what they have done to both him and his family.
In the near future Brad wishes to visit the lake that his parents were dumped in and pay tribute. But that will all be done in time
Can't wait to play again soon!
Regards,
Bjdaveyy
accepted
We are in the middle of making one right now actually.
By the way Sydney and it's outskirts are about 3x the size of the original if not more.
Minecraft account name: mallachie
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Canada, EST.
Do you have any experience roleplaying? A bit, yeah. I've played on many servers, including Gildorym, Shrines of the Ancients, From Ashes, and Retrofuture.
Why are you applying? I love roleplaying and I really, really, REALLY need my post apocalyptic roleplay fix. Its been far too long...
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Never been banned before.
Do you agree with the rules? Yes, I do.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No, never.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? I will indeed.
In Character (IC)
Name: Vecordi "Vec" Erro.
Faction (Optional): None, yet.
How old is your character: Twenty six.
How does your character act? Vecordi comes off as shy or nervous when around those he hasn't met and even those he has known for a while. He is extremely defensive of his personal belongings and those he considers to to be close friends. He is extremely paranoid of radiation and is rarely, if ever, seen without his face-covering gas mask. He doesn't speak much to others, preferring to beckon and use sign language when communicating, though he can speak if he needs to or wants to.
Does your character have any family or close friends? None.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? No.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He is very agile, able to dodge and avoid attacks more easily than others. He is a naturally stealthy person, often opting to stay back and observe people, rather than approach them. Because of his cautionary outlook, he has forced himself to become a decent shot, and is often found practicing (If you stumble upon him and don't let him see you coming).
Does your character have any weaknesses? His tolerance for pain is far lower than most, and is easily controlled by threats of violence or harm. He is not physically or mentally strong by any stretch of the imagination, though he can handle himself in a fight (Mostly through luck and dodging). He is also slightly mentally unstable, and, when panicked, will stop thinking entirely; his only thought is to flee (It doesn't take much to panic him).
Does your character hate or fear anything? He is terrified of fire, insects of any size, shape or type, and bats. He has a strong dislike of water of any depth.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Ten years... Its been ten, long years since Vecordi left his home in a Stranded village. Ten years since he first donned his mask and oxygen tank. Ten years of bitter, cold, lonely survival. Ten years of witnessing factions rise and fall, of watching the so-called intelligent mutants and androids slowly disappearing. A lot can happen in ten years. The beginning of this tale, however, takes place sixteen years ago, in a small, unassuming Stranded village.
"Hah!" A voice calls out, cutting through the chilly morning.
"That makes... Twenty for me, and... None for you, Erro."
The older man looks down at the small child, lowering his home-made bow.
"How can you expect to survive in this world if you can't fight?"
The child looks nervously back at the man, saying nothing, then goes back to staring at the ground. The man kneels down next to him, roughly taking a much smaller bow from the child's hand.
"You can't fight, you can't shoot, you can barely hold a pickax... What are we supposed to do, keep feeding you? Sheltering you? Hah. Not likely. There's no food for those who can't pull their own weight."
The man angrily stomps off, surveying the other children, each with their own tiny, wooden swords and bows. The child looks off after the man, but he doesn't cry. No. Not here. Not in front of the other children. And especially not in front of the head-weapons trainer, Damian. The child bends down, picking up his wooden training sword and, looking directly into the eyes of Damian, breaks the blade over his knee. The old man's face turns red with anger, and he quickly makes his way to the young child. But it is too late. Vecordi has already made himself scarce, disappearing into the deep snow just outside the training ground. One day, he'd show them. One day. But now, Vecordi just bids his time. He has become one with the shadows, with the snow. He is rarely seen, except by his parents, and even then... He steals and hides, living off of freshly stolen bread and cheese. This trend continues for the next six years. Six years of stealing and hiding. Six years... Long enough to become a legend within the village. The Invisible Child, the Taker. Six years with no direct contact with anyone in the village. Dead, his family thinks. He died. But Vecordi never died. No, Vecordi lived on, never being seen, never being heard.
But then, one day, Vecordi was found. Found by none other than Damian himself.
"Erro? Wha... I thought you were dead!"
Panicked by his old tormentor, Vecordi fled, disappearing between the buildings. Having planned for such a day as he might need to leave, Vecordi quickly ran to a near-by stash, filled with food, a bow, some arrows, and a gas mask which covered his face and an oxygen tank. Quickly gathering his supplies, Vecordi donned his gas mask and hurriedly left the village, never looking back. He hide in a nearby mountain cave for weeks as his air supply slowly dwindled away to nothing. Vecordi, however, never noticed. The tube connecting the tank to his mask had ripped open during his climb to the cave, allowing him to continue breathing even with the tank empty. After a long, cold stay in the cave, Vecordi slowly made his way back down the mountain, heading back to his home village, his food supply having been exhausted. Seeing this, Vecordi panicked. Again, he fled, but not before trying to scavenge some food from a still burning house. Finding nothing, Vecordi turned to leave, but was struck in the face by a burning support beam, severely injuring his left cheek. After fleeing the house and scooping handfuls of snow onto his face, Vecordi lost consciousness When he awoke, the fires had all burned out and his wounds had started to close, though they still stung horribly. Pulling his gas mask on over his head, Vecordi left the village for a second time, never looking back.
Vecordi spent many years wandering the wastes, practicing his shooting skills whenever he had the chance, slowly becoming even thinner and mentally unhinged. He began to have vivid hallucinations in both his waking hours and when he went to bed down for the night. He lived like this for many years, carefully avoiding raiders and mutants. He explored the old ruins of faction bases, scavenging what he could, hiding out in the rotting husks for as long as he felt safe. He continues to wander in such a way to this very day, looking for a place to call home, a place he can be safe.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Vec: *Cautiously sneaks up to the old, abandoned Duster base. Sits on a nearby hill, observing the place for a time*
Raider1: *Walks out the front door, calling over his shoulder* "There's nothin' ta be found in there, ya damn fool."
Raider2: *Sticks his head out the door, holding up a can* "I found this, didn't I? That's gotta count fer sumthin'."
Vec: *Ducks down behind the hill, peeking his head up slightly so he can watch the scene*
Raider1: "Sure, that's sumthin', but can it feed th' whole damn camp? No! It can't!" *Grabs the can from the other raider, and hits him over the head with it* "Now git yer **** outta that buildin'. We need t' move on an' see if we can find SOME DAMN FOOD!" *Walks off, throwing the can back through the window*
Raider2: *Mutters under his breath, rubbing his head and following the first raider*
Vec: *Waits for both of them to leave, the heads into the building, picking up the can. He's about to open it when he hears glass crunching under foot behind him. He spins around*
Raider2: *Sees Vec* "Well, well, well... What've we got 'ere, eh?" *Grins menacingly slowly drawing his machete* "We're gonna 'ave sum fun, me an' you." *Turns, and seems to be about to call out to his friend*
Vec: *The second the raider isn't focusing on him anymore, he runs towards the exit, swinging his arms wildly. The can strikes the raider in the throat, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Vec takes no notice of this, and continues running off into the hills*
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Vecordi is rarely, if ever seen without his all-covering gas mask. He is of medium height and thin, with very little muscle on him. Under the mask, he has a mop of thick, black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He has burn scars of some sort on his lower left face.
Image of skin:
I slept with a cow.
Really short, I know, but I'm tired T_T
Oh... When are you planning on releasing the server?
im working on that next week..while tj is out of town
acceptid
any one know how to edit snow layer's icon
Also you are now aloud to build in the Sydney Slums and the flooded sky scrapers (They are radioactive mind you). The Sydney Slums include office buildings, warehouses, factories, and a dock yard.
It doesn't take me a week to make a metroI've almost finished spawnThe beta will take place until I get online hosting setupI'll send the ip when I'm ready to irradiated the waistThe language pack won't be added till tj returns
this was secret
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) ClassyNacho
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) Eastern/New York time
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Yes, huge fan of fallout and skyrim, but I've never played a MMO style
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) Post apocalyptic gameplay mostly, the experience mixed with minecraft ought to be awesome.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) Yes, I broke a piece of dirt someone placed on accident.
Do you agree with the rules? yes
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) yes
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? either that of the "The End is Extremely Nigh" one
In Character (IC)
Name:JaFargo
Faction (Optional):
How old is your character: 27
How does your character act? Docile, loves to roam
Does your character have any family or close friends? All his family is dead, but he never had much anyway
Is your character educated (Read and write)? He can read thanks to his father, but lacks the ability to write, which he hopes to do someday.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? A great builder and naturally charismatic
Does your character have any weaknesses? A natural pacifist, he can't fight well and fells everyone is nice until they try to kill him
Does your character hate or fear anything? He hates being in small places, as well as staying somewhere for more than a few days. He also has a fear of dogs after an incident with one.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
JaFargo's family was always different. He descended from fishers before the unfortunate events that occurred, and could boast surviving radiation. But expousure has left him a cruel hand, for his skin is an electric blue. His hair black and curly (like his mothers) his eyes dark. His clothes are pre-war, comfortable jeans and a lime green tee. He was lucky to nab a pair of boots off a raider that he thought he was good friends with (they weren't).
JaFargo isn't your average person though. He was born blue skinned (which you already know) a natural love for all things, a smooth voice that could calm the most angered of stranded witches, and a stocky average six foot tall form. He was raised by his "father" an old duster who had his share of raider kills then settled down. Being as JaFargo's real parents died of a raider attack, little baby JaFargo was found in a crib by his new father Leo Coen. Leo adopted the boy and named him JaFargo after a story he had read about a blue skinned man in a world of peace. It was a terrible book. Leo raised the boy as his own, although they never talked much. JaFargo was taught by Leo how to read, but nothing else. Not even how to brandish a sword.
JaFargo spent his days reading. He read "The tales of JaFargo" and 'The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" Countless times due to Leo's astounding collection of books. He read them in his head to stretch the mind, and out loud to become the smooth-talker he is today. After he had read all the books Leo had to offer, JaFargo began to wander around the homestead where Leo lived. Everyday he ventured further and further, until he found a raider encampment. Now, there is a reason JaFargo loves everything. He has a mental disease. He can't be attached to anyone, but is deeply attached to everyone. So when he met these raiders, JaFargo couldn't help himself.
"Ey you! What you be doin', roamin so close to our here be encampment? I outta skin you dry, feed you to them dingos that roam round ere. Get em to follow me too.", The raider said with spite lining his voice. "Hello.", JaFargo said, smiling, "How are you today? And may I say that I found dingos will follow with any bone, be it fresh and young or old and grody." The raider stood dumbfounded. No one had dared stay to question him. No one had even attempted to stay when he pulled up his steel. "What you want?" He said, squinting his eyes to get a good look at him. "And why is you blue?"
"I'ld like to have a good conversation, if you'd believe me. And as for me being blue, well, I had not thought much of it until you question me now." JaFargo said with great friendly confidence.
"Well. Where you from boy? and what be your name, if you got one?"
"Names JaFargo. I come from that old homestead not three miles north of here." JaFargo said. what he didn't know is that he had just killed Leo and all objects close to him at the time. JaFargo went into the camp, took some boot, a battery, and a gear, then left, his host not even wondering were his objects had gone. Mostly because his host and his friends had already left.
At sunrise the next day, JaFargo had arrived at the ruins of leos house. Ash trekked the ground, and in front of the home was the burnt bones of Leo Coen, who made the mistake of picking up the small blue child all those years ago. JaFargo didn't shed a single tear. He packaged what the raiders did not take, and set off. He hasn't settled. He hasn't fought. He hasn't stopped wandering, and some think he might not ever stop. Ever.
some time these next two weeks
i work fast