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.
im sorry was this an app?
you agree to the rule's,(tho you've not read them) then say that your going to brake one...Denide!
Minecraft account name: DSchwaa
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern
Do you have any experience roleplaying? I've been on 8 different roleplaying servers and been an admin on 1.
Why are you applying? The story is interesting and it looks like a server that not only tells a good story, but can develop into a plethora of good stories and characters.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not that I recall.
Do you agree with the rules? Seems fair.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? There's no reason to.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yeah.
In Character (IC)
Name: Aaron Daniels
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 32
How does your character act? He get's in trouble with the law occasionally, but overall, his main objective is to stay alive and gain friends.
Does your character have any family or close friends? No.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Somewhat educated in sense that he can read and write, but not to a 32 year old's standards.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He specializes in self defense, combat, and smithery. (Black Smith)
Does your character have any weaknesses? He can't walk for a long period of time but besides that, he is basically like everybody else.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Aaron has a fear of spiders and arachnids.
Your character’s story so far: I was born in a prison. My mother gave birth to me in her cell, in which I was immediately removed and sent to another cell. Since my father broke his parole, I had to carry out his time in juvenile detention. I grew up knowing nothing accept prison rules. In order to be top dog, I must kill the guy in charge. In this case, the guy in charge was Buck McGraw. Every Saturday night they have a deadpool to see who get's set free, and who get's put back in jail for another 2 years. Every Saturday for the past 8 years, I would compete and fail, but on March 18th, I became a symbol. A symbol a fear, hope for those in perish. I was able to win the fight against McGraw by becoming a symbol. Manipulation was my tactic. Get him to fear what he fears the most. Freedom. If McGraw won, he was sent free, therefore not being top dog anymore. If I beat the crap out of him, and then forfeit, He gets sent home, and I become top dog. After my 21 year sentence, I went into the blacksmith business and crafted weapons for the militias. On June 2nd, a man by the name of Phillip Doe came into my shop and asked for a prancer does, one of the most powerful pistols on the planet. Instead of the pistol, I gave him a bottle of water and chicken. He looked ill. When I asked why he wanted the pistol he responded with a sigh and told me to end his life. When I pulled the trigger, the cops barged in my shop and put me in chains. A week later, the man's mother approached my new cell door, and set me free. After that day, I went back to my shop to smelt some iron for the lady who asked for a knife. She said she was heading to the pole so she can witness what it's like to be stuck in one area with no family, friends, food, or water. She just wanted a knife and lighter. 2 years went by, and the lady came back with a knife, a grape, a canteen of water and a sword made of bamboo sticks. She handed me a piece of bamboo and the knife I made her 2 years back, and told me to make a sword from the knife and the piece of bamboo. When I was done, she came to me with a smile and told me that a knife can not only create a canteen with water, but it can create a memory. I remembered that lady out of all the people in those two years that came into the shop, that lady stuck out. She freed me from prison and showed me the light of memories.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Old Lady: You brought me a knife, I brought you wisdom.
Aaron: I was scared of prison.
Old Lady: Sometimes fear can evolve into a much more elaborate word. Fear can create wisdom. Fear makes us who we are.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/newuploaded_skins/skin_20130214174910113321.png
Word of advice, friend. This server takes place roughly two hundred years AFTER a nuclear war and society has only sort of started to rebuild. Your backstory makes no mention of Aaron surviving at all, though the prison idea does sound fairly "apocalyptic" in a sense (Prisoners fight to be free). That said, and correct me if I'm wrong, o mighty server staff, I don't think prisons/police really existed at all. Last time this server was up and running, the Dusters (Of which I was a part of and are the closest thing to cops) didn't even have a prison cell, let alone an actual building dedicated to holding criminals. Also, your roleplay example could've used some work; it was very short and there were no "actions" taking place.
Not a whitelister, so you can take my opinion with a grain of salt.
Edit:
Ajalexd, if you are in need of whitelisters at any point, I can offer a hand.
Minecraft account name: DSchwaa
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern
Do you have any experience roleplaying? I've been on 8 different roleplaying servers and been an admin on 1.
Why are you applying? The story is interesting and it looks like a server that not only tells a good story, but can develop into a plethora of good stories and characters.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not that I recall.
Do you agree with the rules? Seems fair.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? There's no reason to.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yeah.
In Character (IC)
Name: Aaron Daniels
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 32
How does your character act? He get's in trouble with the law occasionally, but overall, his main objective is to stay alive and gain friends.
Does your character have any family or close friends? No.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Somewhat educated in sense that he can read and write, but not to a 32 year old's standards.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He specializes in self defense, combat, and smithery. (Black Smith)
Does your character have any weaknesses? He can't walk for a long period of time but besides that, he is basically like everybody else.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Aaron has a fear of spiders and arachnids.
Your character’s story so far: I was born in a prison. My mother gave birth to me in her cell, in which I was immediately removed and sent to another cell. Since my father broke his parole, I had to carry out his time in juvenile detention. I grew up knowing nothing accept prison rules. In order to be top dog, I must kill the guy in charge. In this case, the guy in charge was Buck McGraw. Every Saturday night they have a deadpool to see who get's set free, and who get's put back in jail for another 2 years. Every Saturday for the past 8 years, I would compete and fail, but on March 18th, I became a symbol. A symbol a fear, hope for those in perish. I was able to win the fight against McGraw by becoming a symbol. Manipulation was my tactic. Get him to fear what he fears the most. Freedom. If McGraw won, he was sent free, therefore not being top dog anymore. If I beat the crap out of him, and then forfeit, He gets sent home, and I become top dog. After my 21 year sentence, I went into the blacksmith business and crafted weapons for the militias. On June 2nd, a man by the name of Phillip Doe came into my shop and asked for a prancer does, one of the most powerful pistols on the planet. Instead of the pistol, I gave him a bottle of water and chicken. He looked ill. When I asked why he wanted the pistol he responded with a sigh and told me to end his life. When I pulled the trigger, the cops barged in my shop and put me in chains. A week later, the man's mother approached my new cell door, and set me free. After that day, I went back to my shop to smelt some iron for the lady who asked for a knife. She said she was heading to the pole so she can witness what it's like to be stuck in one area with no family, friends, food, or water. She just wanted a knife and lighter. 2 years went by, and the lady came back with a knife, a grape, a canteen of water and a sword made of bamboo sticks. She handed me a piece of bamboo and the knife I made her 2 years back, and told me to make a sword from the knife and the piece of bamboo. When I was done, she came to me with a smile and told me that a knife can not only create a canteen with water, but it can create a memory. I remembered that lady out of all the people in those two years that came into the shop, that lady stuck out. She freed me from prison and showed me the light of memories.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Old Lady: You brought me a knife, I brought you wisdom.
Aaron: I was scared of prison.
Old Lady: Sometimes fear can evolve into a much more elaborate word. Fear can create wisdom. Fear makes us who we are.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: http://www.minecraft...74910113321.png
well isn't this a classic im going to copy my other app. post
im working on making spawn awesome ... i've only made a station for the metro im working on lighting and tunnels and im having trubble with item renamer's config.
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) sargeantbutters Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) USA, Eastern Standard Time Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Yeah, I used to roleplay on some forums + I write. Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I played on the old one and it was really fun. Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) There was a parkour event on some server I used to play on, and since there were so many people jumping around and stuff everyone was lagging through the air, so I got tempbanned because an admin though I was flying. Do you agree with the rules? Yeah. Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) nope.avi Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yeah.
In Character (IC) Name: Dan Royce Faction (Optional): Dusters (Possible I could be leader again, if the position isn't filled already?) How old is your character: 22 How does your character act? Very reserved, doesn't act rashly, thinks everything through before doing it and tries to avoid violence. Very forgiving. Does your character have any family or close friends? No, other than people in the Dusters. Is your character educated (Read and write)? Yes. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Pretty good with a gun. Does your character have any weaknesses? He can be too nice and/or forgiving sometimes. Does your character hate or fear anything? He doesn't hate one thing more than any other thing. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic) Dan wandered the wastes for years by himself before he finally came across the Dusters. He had some damn close calls when he was wandering by himself, and he was running out of food, so he decided to join up with them - travelling around spreading a message of peace? Sounded better than living off of steamed wheat. Things weren't as easy as he thought they would be, though. Not everyone was as gung-ho about bringing peace and order back to the wastelands as the Dusters were. So, naturally, they decided they had to try and kill them off. They were constantly fighting off attacks from their few FOBs, never being able to actually get anything done. Dan made his way up the ranks nonetheless, becoming well known by the commanding officers and new recruits alike. Eventually things started to settle down, and a few guys in one of the squads managed to set up a colony called Praven Town (references to old server woooo), which actually thrived for quite awhile. Contact was lost with it, and since it was so far away from everything else affiliated with the Dusters, they had to assume it had fallen. More and more people deserted every day, but Dan and a few others stayed loyal, but the Dusters were becoming an endangered species, if humanity itself wasn't already that. Dan or one of the others still managed to recruit someone every once in awhile, but they were definitely running low on manpower. Something had to be done, and fast, because attacks from other factions were starting up on the Dusters again.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): I walk up to the fire, take off my backpack and drop it on the floor and lean my machine gun against the wall. Holding one of my hands out to the fire, I tip my hat to the other two men around the fire with the other. "Fellas." "What brings you out here to the middle of nowhere, stranger?" One of the guys asks through the mask over his face. He has a pistol sticking out of his belt and a machete on his back, and the other guy, who's crouched by the fire, holds a double-barreled shotgun." "Just going to check on a town that's part of my group," I say, inching my hand back towards my machine gun. I have a sense that this is gonna go south, and soon." "There ain't nothin' out this far except that crashed ship, Smithington or whatever it's called, and that old Duster town. You ain't part of the Dusters, are ya, fella?" The one with the shotgun asks me, and the guy with the machete puts his hand on his pistol." "What's it to you two?" I ask. "I'm not doing you any harm, just passing through. I'll be on my way now."," "I don't think so, buddy," The one with the pistol asks, pulling the gun out and aiming it at me. "We don't take kindly to your kind out here." The one with the shotgun also stands, pulling two shells out of his pocket and loading them in. "Seriously guys, just let me leave and no one has to die here..." I say, but I can see that there's no reasoning with these two. I grab my machine gun and roll to the side, pulling a mag out of my pocket and loading it in. The guy with the pistol starts firing at me as I run behind a crate, and the guy with the shotgun starts trying to flank me. I pop up from behind the crate and let a burst of fire go at the shotgun guy, hitting him in the leg. He falls down and starts groaning. The dude with the pistol runs over to him, and starts firing at me when he gets there. I duck down behind the crate, and listen for the guy to reload. When he does, I pop up and let a burst go into his chest. He falls over. "I told you guys no one had to die, but, you know, whatever." I say, grab my backpack, and walk away from the fire. Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: He looks like your typical guy would, with a bandana over his mouth, headphones over his ears (because you have to be in style for the wasteland), a plaid shirt, black jeans, brown hair, and a brown backpack on.
I apologize, but all my old Minecraft stuff is on my old computer, and that stuff includes my old skins, so I don't have a picture of this skin and I don't remember what it was called. If you really, really really need me to I could try and get a picture off it off the old PC but it's the same skin I had for the old server.
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) sargeantbutters Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) USA, Eastern Standard Time Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Yeah, I used to roleplay on some forums + I write. Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I played on the old one and it was really fun. Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) There was a parkour event on some server I used to play on, and since there were so many people jumping around and stuff everyone was lagging through the air, so I got tempbanned because an admin though I was flying. Do you agree with the rules? Yeah. Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) nope.avi Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yeah.
In Character (IC) Name: Dan Royce Faction (Optional): Dusters (Possible I could be leader again, if the position isn't filled already?) How old is your character: 22 How does your character act? Very reserved, doesn't act rashly, thinks everything through before doing it and tries to avoid violence. Very forgiving. Does your character have any family or close friends? No, other than people in the Dusters. Is your character educated (Read and write)? Yes. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Pretty good with a gun. Does your character have any weaknesses? He can be too nice and/or forgiving sometimes. Does your character hate or fear anything? He doesn't hate one thing more than any other thing. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic) Dan wandered the wastes for years by himself before he finally came across the Dusters. He had some damn close calls when he was wandering by himself, and he was running out of food, so he decided to join up with them - travelling around spreading a message of peace? Sounded better than living off of steamed wheat. Things weren't as easy as he thought they would be, though. Not everyone was as gung-ho about bringing peace and order back to the wastelands as the Dusters were. So, naturally, they decided they had to try and kill them off. They were constantly fighting off attacks from their few FOBs, never being able to actually get anything done. Dan made his way up the ranks nonetheless, becoming well known by the commanding officers and new recruits alike. Eventually things started to settle down, and a few guys in one of the squads managed to set up a colony called Praven Town (references to old server woooo), which actually thrived for quite awhile. Contact was lost with it, and since it was so far away from everything else affiliated with the Dusters, they had to assume it had fallen. More and more people deserted every day, but Dan and a few others stayed loyal, but the Dusters were becoming an endangered species, if humanity itself wasn't already that. Dan or one of the others still managed to recruit someone every once in awhile, but they were definitely running low on manpower. Something had to be done, and fast, because attacks from other factions were starting up on the Dusters again.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): I walk up to the fire, take off my backpack and drop it on the floor and lean my machine gun against the wall. Holding one of my hands out to the fire, I tip my hat to the other two men around the fire with the other. "Fellas." "What brings you out here to the middle of nowhere, stranger?" One of the guys asks through the mask over his face. He has a pistol sticking out of his belt and a machete on his back, and the other guy, who's crouched by the fire, holds a double-barreled shotgun." "Just going to check on a town that's part of my group," I say, inching my hand back towards my machine gun. I have a sense that this is gonna go south, and soon." "There ain't nothin' out this far except that crashed ship, Smithington or whatever it's called, and that old Duster town. You ain't part of the Dusters, are ya, fella?" The one with the shotgun asks me, and the guy with the machete puts his hand on his pistol." "What's it to you two?" I ask. "I'm not doing you any harm, just passing through. I'll be on my way now."," "I don't think so, buddy," The one with the pistol asks, pulling the gun out and aiming it at me. "We don't take kindly to your kind out here." The one with the shotgun also stands, pulling two shells out of his pocket and loading them in. "Seriously guys, just let me leave and no one has to die here..." I say, but I can see that there's no reasoning with these two. I grab my machine gun and roll to the side, pulling a mag out of my pocket and loading it in. The guy with the pistol starts firing at me as I run behind a crate, and the guy with the shotgun starts trying to flank me. I pop up from behind the crate and let a burst of fire go at the shotgun guy, hitting him in the leg. He falls down and starts groaning. The dude with the pistol runs over to him, and starts firing at me when he gets there. I duck down behind the crate, and listen for the guy to reload. When he does, I pop up and let a burst go into his chest. He falls over. "I told you guys no one had to die, but, you know, whatever." I say, grab my backpack, and walk away from the fire. Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: He looks like your typical guy would, with a bandana over his mouth, headphones over his ears (because you have to be in style for the wasteland), a plaid shirt, black jeans, brown hair, and a brown backpack on.
I apologize, but all my old Minecraft stuff is on my old computer, and that stuff includes my old skins, so I don't have a picture of this skin and I don't remember what it was called. If you really, really really need me to I could try and get a picture off it off the old PC but it's the same skin I had for the old server.
im sorry was this an app?
you agree to the rule's,(tho you've not read them) then say that your going to brake one...Denide!
i guess ill go check webs....that link is a lie
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern
Do you have any experience roleplaying? I've been on 8 different roleplaying servers and been an admin on 1.
Why are you applying? The story is interesting and it looks like a server that not only tells a good story, but can develop into a plethora of good stories and characters.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not that I recall.
Do you agree with the rules? Seems fair.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? There's no reason to.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yeah.
In Character (IC)
Name: Aaron Daniels
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 32
How does your character act? He get's in trouble with the law occasionally, but overall, his main objective is to stay alive and gain friends.
Does your character have any family or close friends? No.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Somewhat educated in sense that he can read and write, but not to a 32 year old's standards.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He specializes in self defense, combat, and smithery. (Black Smith)
Does your character have any weaknesses? He can't walk for a long period of time but besides that, he is basically like everybody else.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Aaron has a fear of spiders and arachnids.
Your character’s story so far: I was born in a prison. My mother gave birth to me in her cell, in which I was immediately removed and sent to another cell. Since my father broke his parole, I had to carry out his time in juvenile detention. I grew up knowing nothing accept prison rules. In order to be top dog, I must kill the guy in charge. In this case, the guy in charge was Buck McGraw. Every Saturday night they have a deadpool to see who get's set free, and who get's put back in jail for another 2 years. Every Saturday for the past 8 years, I would compete and fail, but on March 18th, I became a symbol. A symbol a fear, hope for those in perish. I was able to win the fight against McGraw by becoming a symbol. Manipulation was my tactic. Get him to fear what he fears the most. Freedom. If McGraw won, he was sent free, therefore not being top dog anymore. If I beat the crap out of him, and then forfeit, He gets sent home, and I become top dog. After my 21 year sentence, I went into the blacksmith business and crafted weapons for the militias. On June 2nd, a man by the name of Phillip Doe came into my shop and asked for a prancer does, one of the most powerful pistols on the planet. Instead of the pistol, I gave him a bottle of water and chicken. He looked ill. When I asked why he wanted the pistol he responded with a sigh and told me to end his life. When I pulled the trigger, the cops barged in my shop and put me in chains. A week later, the man's mother approached my new cell door, and set me free. After that day, I went back to my shop to smelt some iron for the lady who asked for a knife. She said she was heading to the pole so she can witness what it's like to be stuck in one area with no family, friends, food, or water. She just wanted a knife and lighter. 2 years went by, and the lady came back with a knife, a grape, a canteen of water and a sword made of bamboo sticks. She handed me a piece of bamboo and the knife I made her 2 years back, and told me to make a sword from the knife and the piece of bamboo. When I was done, she came to me with a smile and told me that a knife can not only create a canteen with water, but it can create a memory. I remembered that lady out of all the people in those two years that came into the shop, that lady stuck out. She freed me from prison and showed me the light of memories.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Old Lady: You brought me a knife, I brought you wisdom.
Aaron: I was scared of prison.
Old Lady: Sometimes fear can evolve into a much more elaborate word. Fear can create wisdom. Fear makes us who we are.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/newuploaded_skins/skin_20130214174910113321.png
Not a whitelister, so you can take my opinion with a grain of salt.
Edit:
well isn't this a classic im going to copy my other app. post
# LanguagePack Configuration
autoupdate: true
creativedisable: true
worlds:
outlands:Fallout
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Fallout:
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name: G.E.C.K. Core
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lore:
- Various Electronics
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name: Scanner
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name: Radio
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name: Fan
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name: Server
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name: Crate
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name: Read Out Display
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name: Phone
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name: 'Radioactive Sludge'
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'3':
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'4':
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name: Heat Sink
'6':
name: Cyan Light Bulbs
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name: Fan
'8':
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name: Cable Converter
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name: Mother Board
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name: Power Node
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name: Electrical Tape
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'0':
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- FIX ME
if some one would like to help us with that http://dev.bukkit.or...ds/itemrenamer/
config: http://www.mediafire.com/?4dj8teb5d7s6xua
What post did I copy?
please go to the proper place for it
http://outlandsforum.webs.com/apps/forums/show/14160136-suggestions-and-complaints
if you want you can review apps. but i cant promise
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) USA, Eastern Standard Time
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Yeah, I used to roleplay on some forums + I write.
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I played on the old one and it was really fun.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) There was a parkour event on some server I used to play on, and since there were so many people jumping around and stuff everyone was lagging through the air, so I got tempbanned because an admin though I was flying.
Do you agree with the rules? Yeah.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) nope.avi
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yeah.
In Character (IC)
Name: Dan Royce
Faction (Optional): Dusters (Possible I could be leader again, if the position isn't filled already?)
How old is your character: 22
How does your character act? Very reserved, doesn't act rashly, thinks everything through before doing it and tries to avoid violence. Very forgiving.
Does your character have any family or close friends? No, other than people in the Dusters.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Yes.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Pretty good with a gun.
Does your character have any weaknesses? He can be too nice and/or forgiving sometimes.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He doesn't hate one thing more than any other thing.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Dan wandered the wastes for years by himself before he finally came across the Dusters. He had some damn close calls when he was wandering by himself, and he was running out of food, so he decided to join up with them - travelling around spreading a message of peace? Sounded better than living off of steamed wheat.
Things weren't as easy as he thought they would be, though. Not everyone was as gung-ho about bringing peace and order back to the wastelands as the Dusters were. So, naturally, they decided they had to try and kill them off. They were constantly fighting off attacks from their few FOBs, never being able to actually get anything done.
Dan made his way up the ranks nonetheless, becoming well known by the commanding officers and new recruits alike. Eventually things started to settle down, and a few guys in one of the squads managed to set up a colony called Praven Town (references to old server woooo), which actually thrived for quite awhile. Contact was lost with it, and since it was so far away from everything else affiliated with the Dusters, they had to assume it had fallen.
More and more people deserted every day, but Dan and a few others stayed loyal, but the Dusters were becoming an endangered species, if humanity itself wasn't already that. Dan or one of the others still managed to recruit someone every once in awhile, but they were definitely running low on manpower. Something had to be done, and fast, because attacks from other factions were starting up on the Dusters again.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): I walk up to the fire, take off my backpack and drop it on the floor and lean my machine gun against the wall. Holding one of my hands out to the fire, I tip my hat to the other two men around the fire with the other. "Fellas."
"What brings you out here to the middle of nowhere, stranger?" One of the guys asks through the mask over his face. He has a pistol sticking out of his belt and a machete on his back, and the other guy, who's crouched by the fire, holds a double-barreled shotgun."
"Just going to check on a town that's part of my group," I say, inching my hand back towards my machine gun. I have a sense that this is gonna go south, and soon."
"There ain't nothin' out this far except that crashed ship, Smithington or whatever it's called, and that old Duster town. You ain't part of the Dusters, are ya, fella?" The one with the shotgun asks me, and the guy with the machete puts his hand on his pistol."
"What's it to you two?" I ask. "I'm not doing you any harm, just passing through. I'll be on my way now.","
"I don't think so, buddy," The one with the pistol asks, pulling the gun out and aiming it at me. "We don't take kindly to your kind out here." The one with the shotgun also stands, pulling two shells out of his pocket and loading them in.
"Seriously guys, just let me leave and no one has to die here..." I say, but I can see that there's no reasoning with these two. I grab my machine gun and roll to the side, pulling a mag out of my pocket and loading it in. The guy with the pistol starts firing at me as I run behind a crate, and the guy with the shotgun starts trying to flank me. I pop up from behind the crate and let a burst of fire go at the shotgun guy, hitting him in the leg. He falls down and starts groaning. The dude with the pistol runs over to him, and starts firing at me when he gets there. I duck down behind the crate, and listen for the guy to reload. When he does, I pop up and let a burst go into his chest. He falls over. "I told you guys no one had to die, but, you know, whatever." I say, grab my backpack, and walk away from the fire.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: He looks like your typical guy would, with a bandana over his mouth, headphones over his ears (because you have to be in style for the wasteland), a plaid shirt, black jeans, brown hair, and a brown backpack on.
I apologize, but all my old Minecraft stuff is on my old computer, and that stuff includes my old skins, so I don't have a picture of this skin and I don't remember what it was called. If you really, really really need me to I could try and get a picture off it off the old PC but it's the same skin I had for the old server.
Oh, and I slept with a cow. And it was awesome.
accepted- welcome back