Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing)rupertjw
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is)hong kong
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) yes i played on the server
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) i loved this server and roleplay
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) no just kicked
Do you agree with the rules? yes
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) never
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? already got it
In Character (IC)
Name:Robert Stone
Faction (Optional):no just a traveler
How old is your character:19
How does your character act?kind,charming, quick and to the point.
Does your character have any family or close friends? yes but family died and friends leave
Is your character educated (Read and write)? yes a little bit
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies?sneaky and good at talking.
Does your character have any weaknesses?not very strong, stays away from people.
Does your character hate or fear anything?hate raiders. fears death
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):
I cant remember the place were i was born. probaly in one of the vaults.
When the US attacked Iran, my great grandfather new something was going to happen.
he new that Australia was the safest place to go, so he and my great grandmother went there.
when all mayhem was happening, he got in one of the vaults.
i was brought up seeing metal walls and only pictures of the out side world.
my mother died after i was born.
my father was there for me in bad times.
and soon at 19 i said to my father "i cant take this home, i need to be free",
"free? free? you will die out there!" said my father in anger.
i then looked at my father strait in his eye and said "please let me go"
"your just like your mother, fine go, your a man now, but please come back" said my father.
i hugged my dad, and then got ready for the out side world.
i got my gun, coat and went out.
as i came out it was so bright,
then all i saw was a wast land.
but i loved it, the snow was amazing to me, and it was so big!
i just loved the snow, never knowing the snow was going to be my worst nightmare.
then i started to explore, i found some people who traveled with me.
i didn't do much, just go around and look at stuff.
but when i got home.......
my father was sick and slowly dieing.
i ran to my father, as i fell to my knees and took his hand,
he said to me "how...was...your trip"
"it was good dad it was good"
then he got me closer and said into my ear "my son..... i dont want you to die in this metal hole like me"
"go and live your life, if your going to die please die out there"
i looked at my father and said "o.k"
then he went quiet, i berried him outside,
i vowed i would never step foot in a vault ever again.
and i promised to live the life my father wanted me to have.
i will build a life in this dead lifeless world.
i will start an empire i will bring life back to Australia.
i will die here! like my father wanted.
i slept with a cow!!! he was crazy!!
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: gingerish hair, dark blue jeans, jacket, white shirt.
Ok so....things to do before precising a online server- ending beta
map edits-
- make Sidney's metro
- make random buildings to populate the wastes
- update instances
plugins-
- check cookme
- either get a lock pick plugin or replace lock-it with lore lock
mesg- for all in beta please notify me of glitches, preferences, and items with wrong names like if a stick is named magic or a block of sand named fish- these items must be incinerated
Minecraft account name: arkuhtect
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Central USA. (-6 GMT)
Do you have any experience roleplaying? I have plenty roleplay experience to being to the table.
Why are you applying? I still haven't found a general Post-apoc server that fits my taste, I'm hoping you can deliver.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Honestly? I haven't been banned, that doesn't mean I haven't gotten into small fits with people, but all around I consider myself a nice guy.
Do you agree with the rules? I do.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No, in all reality griefing doesn't help anyone, I tend to avoid a lot of server who try to integrate griefing as a means of RP. But then all is done it's just wasteful thinking.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes! I love it when a server wants me to see their work in their eyes.
In Character (IC)
Name: Vincent Hawkens
Faction (Optional): Current roaming the wastes with the Dusters.
How old is your character: 38.
How does your character act? Vincent is a rough fellow, but that's only because the years haven't been to easy on him. In a life long search for a meaning in this shallow world he seeks a purpose no matter how small it may be.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Moral scares have plagued him of ever settling down and making a family so he travels on, though familiar faces in local hubs are always common for him so he's never drinking alone.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Chicken scratch basically, Vincent has found that using a touch of all communication's is best to have without heavily studying any in great detail, who needs to write a letter to a person when shooting them in the head proves much faster eh?
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Growing up in a shunned remnant clan of Vault Tech survivors outside the vault let him have a grasp of simple vault tech, but the weight and feel of a pistol grip makes for a more snug fit. Let's not forget the wisdom that comes with age either.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Communication is definitelysomething you need when people are pointing guns and knifes at each others faces everyday but it seems the lack of human interaction along his childhood travels, as well with his growing age. Vincent has seen a lot and has his wits over his brawn. Physical combat, and long treks will prove more difficult for him than most others.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Water, anything that he can't see the bottom of is a NOPE.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
You walk into a dim lit room with only the dull embers of a lit cigar lighting the glassed eyes of a stranger slouched on a torn lounge chair. "So you wanna hear my story eh? Well it ain't about all that gun fight'in 'n vault delving these children are spout'in about these days. Quiet one eh, well that can't be helped, best to do less talked these days anyway. Well the earliest tings I recall back when were..."
After being exiled from the vault for thinking the two worlds could work with each other, those few citizens set their eyes to the new roads in hope of a better life than the protective walls of the vault. I had to be no older than 17 when I remember roaming the local hubs with my extended family. While we offered some assistance in repairing familiar tech we were offered food and shelter, but no home. I was an angry child, but that seems inevitable, as in the eyes of a child every stranger kicked my family down as if we were higher born. I didn't want the same life to fall unto me, so I decided to take actions into my own hands.
The iced winds started to howl as we grew near the hazing lights lying in the distance. With hopes of shelter and maybe a beer or two, we made haste to the encampment before nightfall. With sniffling noses and chilled bones we bunker up in the nearest hotel, most of the townsfolk had already turned in for the night, but those in the rickety hotel cam scampering to us with scraps of tech and trinkets in hand. In the flurry of locals haggling with the vault remnants I managed to sneak behind the front desk and search the lower shelves. I managed to find a make-shift shiv and snuck it into my jumpsuit before being spotted. The local sheriff came waltzing in scolding the vault travelers for making the local guards to stay on duty with all the commotion.
I had it, I was tired of having my people being thrown around, it's not like didn't carry our own weight. I took that shiv and as the sheriff was leaving the building I stuck him right in the side. The man without hesitation spun on his heels and smacked me to the ground. With such force I had the wind knocked out of me, and as I clasped my head, I began to feel the blood that has begun to leak from my temple. I managed to lift myself a little to turn and face the crowd that was now in a uproar. With pale faces of shock and awe they vault remnants were trembling, knowing all hope of trust within the town was now cut, and that a cold night lied ahead. My head began to spin, I couldn't quite comprehend what I had done with the pent up aggression I had towards these people. The man picked me up by me neck and started raving my the vault members. He then drew out his knife and started waving it around while calling in his men. I knowingly get forth to kill this man and I never quite understood the impact it would strike to my own people. I would have done it again, but now I fear for my very being. The vault dwellers were split, most took to reasoning and wanted to just leave town abandoning me to my fate, while my parents grumbled on the wooden floor sobbing to free me and be on their way. But this was the last straw the man could take, not paying attention to any reasoning, he began to walk upstairs with me still in arm calling his men to watch his back. I panicked and attempted to pulled myself away from the man to only be retrained tighter. With an adrenaline kick my heart pounded and I gave way for one final push off the stairway wall and pushed the man into the worn banister landing on the front desk.
The vault dwellers swooped me up and took me outside in a dark recess of the town. They spoke the truth to me when they said having me along side traveling would prove worthless for them to continue to conduct business with the other scarce hubs in the region. The turn of events made my future look as bleak as the snow fall in this wasteland. Yet I understood my actions and knew this was the best choice for both of our safety. With a little luck and some training with a gun I might make it in this world outside tinkering with pieces of junk. I fled the town into the white, in hopes of my face not being aimed at by cross hairs I never fancied to returning to that town or seeking out my vault roots since then, maybe because I didn't like the life I led, not this one is any better, but at least I am free to roam anywhere, and can continue to search for a meaning to my existence. I forgot, I slept with a cow. (Totally didn't forget while writing this. <.< >.>)
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Scene begins with Vincent being followed through the white wastes*
Vincent pushes through a weak snow front in hopes of losing his unwanted companions.
Stranger 1 - "Hey old man, you don't look like you belong out here in the wastes why don't you help us by unburdening some of that gear you have there."
Vincent - "Is that so? I wouldn't need this leather anyway, I'm guessing your unprepared, out here looking for scraps?"
Stranger 2 - "Unprepared for what, how di-"
Stranger 1 - "Shut up he doesn't need to know anything"
Vincent - "You don't even know where the hell we are do you, you've been so caught up following me, you didn't even notice where I dragged the both of you to."
Stranger 1 - "Er, uh so why should I care, and not take your stuff for myself"
Vincent - "I’m guessing you know about the tear and the cult that follows it yes? Well I bet they wouldn't want to see one of their runners being harassed or even injured, I wonder how quick you are, seeing as they trained for these types of hit and run situations..."
Stranger 2 - "This is bad we should leave while we have the chance"
Vincent - "Ah your friend is wise, I don't mean any trouble, but I can't say the same for the followers, hell they might even come after me for leading ya'll here."
Stranger 1 - "Fine you win old man, but we'll remember your face and you better grow eyes on the back of your head, because we'll be watching for you."
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: A weathered man, draped with a long overcoat, make-shift hand/head wear, and basic tools.
Yeah sorry about that. I was up for some time last night, and towards the end I was running low on steam. Though I bet most of it was on purpose as I was narrating from my character's point of view. And about the mediafire link, it just sends me to the LastDays official post.
Edit: I am not presently whistlisted. I was on the assumption that the beta was still in progress, or at least that's what the calendar says.
Yeah sorry about that. I was up for some time last night, and towards the end I was running low on steam. Though I bet most of it was on purpose as I was narrating from my character's point of view. And about the mediafire link, it just sends me to the LastDays official post.
Edit: I am not presently whistlisted. I was on the assumption that the beta was still in progress, or at least that's what the calendar says.
If you guys wouldn't mind, could you right a quick review for the server on here if you played. We want to attract more people and what better way to do that than player reviews?
Just joined the server, and it's great. The admin-built cities are fairly INCREDIBLE, and the world really does feel like it's been lived in, likely because the map carried over from the last server. With settlements scattered about the world, it makes everything feel alive. Also, I've had some great RP experiences with a couple people, but if there were more people involved we might be able to elevate things to an epic scale.
arkuhtect i notced how you joind and missd the chat and support plugin specks and then went to sinko ....the game is going to be lonely for you.
tell me if youd like to be tpd too the start
Yeah, I play on gloomy so when I was poke'in around and trying to read all the signs, I guess I missed a fair bit of them, even though I was trying to read all of them along the path. O.o
Yeah, I play on gloomy so when I was poke'in around and trying to read all the signs, I guess I missed a fair bit of them, even though I was trying to read all of them along the path. O.o
They aren't signs, they are the monitors on bookshelves with a button on the.
i'm putting a hold on beta. just until a few plugins update. i have been running these for the last few days and the configs keep braking and other plugin's have stopd working because of the bad versions. im waiting for the update so we dont have to do more work post poning the release of the server.
I'm not a whitelister, but I would recommend that you read the lore. The apocalypse happened over a hundred years ago so there is no way that your story starts 13 days into it. Also you should elaborate on how your character acts, maybe list some characteristics."A normal person" isn't really a sufficient description.
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Minecraft account name: Denneisk Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) US /Canada Pacific (UTC -08:00) Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Yes Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I wanted to because I like Fallout and Role-plays. Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) No Do you agree with the rules? Yes Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) NEVER Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes
In Character (IC) Name: Andrew Fascota Faction (Optional): N/A How old is your character: 21 How does your character act? He is a normal person Does your character have any family or close friends? N/A Is your character educated (Read and write)? Yes Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Yes (2) -Melee -Ranged Does your character have any weaknesses?Yes (1) -Bullets Does your character hate or fear anything? N/A Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic) Andrew had been adventuring for 6 days in the wasteland, with very low food he couldn't, but not die to starvation. He then found very little food and ammo(2 rounds). It seemed a camp was found and he met some people. The group was nice, but they had their own problems also when it came to food. He left 3 days later finding more food and a stick on the way. Andrew found some ammo (5 rounds) and a a old house. It had plenty of food. On the next day he took some food (3 bread) and headed out. 11 Days passed as he kept finding items. He found an android scrap with no use... He found more ammo(1 round) and a bread in a knapsack. Only a skeleton remained. After that already 13 days in the apocalypse and Andrew was hurt by Raiders. He seemed to get a bullet to the arm. He tried going but had to stop 14 miles from his wanted destination. An old town far from his house and city. Then as he rested in the wilderness an man found him. It was just a just a Vault Dweller. But by his looks he seemed to be a doctor of some sort. The doctor healed Andrew as he took him to their 'Safe Zone". It was mostly a bunker and little was peeking out. 15 days in the zone and then he left. He was supplied with lots of food (5 bread, 2 steak)and he was given a pipe (stone sword) as a weapon. 29 days in and Andrew was 5 miles from his destination. He saw houses and looted them with nobody in them and headed the next 4.8 miles later. He had good loot, and fought many enemies such as the suicide bots, and Raiders. Andrew could see the place in the far dusk at 2.1 miles to the place. He even saw a flare, hoping it was a signal for safety, not SOS. When he saw the place he met two guards. They let him in politely and then a man that looked like a steam-punk waiter gave him some food and water. Andrew was willingly going to the doctor for real care on his arm that he forgot was wounded. It seemed that doctor Andrew met WAS a surgeon and HE worked HERE. He told Andrew that he was going the same way to get supplies for him. It was quite surprising but Andrew had the bullet removed anyway. After that Andrew stayed for his arm to fully heal. Later at about 45 days in the apocalypse Andrew heads out to find more supplies for the team. As he goes he gets caught by Raiders and he was knocked out. Then, Andrew was found in the middle of town with nothing... (And the story starts here) Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): Runs into Raiders, " Oh ." I hide behind rubble and take a shot to one of the two Raiders. He gets hit, " Brace yourself!" He yell to the other guy as they hide behind buildings. I go out of cover looking who will pop out. It was the second guy. I hit him as he hit me on the shoulder. I stay out though. My gun/bow was ready to use. The guy I hit comes out. I shot and killed him whispering, "Got 'im," to myself. The other guy shoots me as I was distracted, and I didn't hide. HE shot me on the same shoulder and said, "Gotcha'," I shoot at him to his last second of life. I win a battle... I also slept with a cow!!!!
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Long black hair, leather jacket, jeans, lighter skin (edit), hood, blue/navy shirt (rest is at http://goo.gl/AdZOJ )
I also slept with a cow!!!!
denied honestly did you not read the lore, rules ,or the app format? I mean it's right there.
ill accept it
because you made a good app on the first forum
you may want to re read the lore
map edits-
- make Sidney's metro
- make random buildings to populate the wastes
- update instances
plugins-
- check cookme
- either get a lock pick plugin or replace lock-it with lore lock
mesg- for all in beta please notify me of glitches, preferences, and items with wrong names like if a stick is named magic or a block of sand named fish- these items must be incinerated
Minecraft account name: arkuhtect
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Central USA. (-6 GMT)
Do you have any experience roleplaying? I have plenty roleplay experience to being to the table.
Why are you applying? I still haven't found a general Post-apoc server that fits my taste, I'm hoping you can deliver.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Honestly? I haven't been banned, that doesn't mean I haven't gotten into small fits with people, but all around I consider myself a nice guy.
Do you agree with the rules? I do.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No, in all reality griefing doesn't help anyone, I tend to avoid a lot of server who try to integrate griefing as a means of RP. But then all is done it's just wasteful thinking.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes! I love it when a server wants me to see their work in their eyes.
Name: Vincent Hawkens
Faction (Optional): Current roaming the wastes with the Dusters.
How old is your character: 38.
How does your character act? Vincent is a rough fellow, but that's only because the years haven't been to easy on him. In a life long search for a meaning in this shallow world he seeks a purpose no matter how small it may be.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Moral scares have plagued him of ever settling down and making a family so he travels on, though familiar faces in local hubs are always common for him so he's never drinking alone.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Chicken scratch basically, Vincent has found that using a touch of all communication's is best to have without heavily studying any in great detail, who needs to write a letter to a person when shooting them in the head proves much faster eh?
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Growing up in a shunned remnant clan of Vault Tech survivors outside the vault let him have a grasp of simple vault tech, but the weight and feel of a pistol grip makes for a more snug fit. Let's not forget the wisdom that comes with age either.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Communication is definitely something you need when people are pointing guns and knifes at each others faces everyday but it seems the lack of human interaction along his childhood travels, as well with his growing age. Vincent has seen a lot and has his wits over his brawn. Physical combat, and long treks will prove more difficult for him than most others.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Water, anything that he can't see the bottom of is a NOPE.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
You walk into a dim lit room with only the dull embers of a lit cigar lighting the glassed eyes of a stranger slouched on a torn lounge chair. "So you wanna hear my story eh? Well it ain't about all that gun fight'in 'n vault delving these children are spout'in about these days. Quiet one eh, well that can't be helped, best to do less talked these days anyway. Well the earliest tings I recall back when were..."
After being exiled from the vault for thinking the two worlds could work with each other, those few citizens set their eyes to the new roads in hope of a better life than the protective walls of the vault. I had to be no older than 17 when I remember roaming the local hubs with my extended family. While we offered some assistance in repairing familiar tech we were offered food and shelter, but no home. I was an angry child, but that seems inevitable, as in the eyes of a child every stranger kicked my family down as if we were higher born. I didn't want the same life to fall unto me, so I decided to take actions into my own hands.
The iced winds started to howl as we grew near the hazing lights lying in the distance. With hopes of shelter and maybe a beer or two, we made haste to the encampment before nightfall. With sniffling noses and chilled bones we bunker up in the nearest hotel, most of the townsfolk had already turned in for the night, but those in the rickety hotel cam scampering to us with scraps of tech and trinkets in hand. In the flurry of locals haggling with the vault remnants I managed to sneak behind the front desk and search the lower shelves. I managed to find a make-shift shiv and snuck it into my jumpsuit before being spotted. The local sheriff came waltzing in scolding the vault travelers for making the local guards to stay on duty with all the commotion.
I had it, I was tired of having my people being thrown around, it's not like didn't carry our own weight. I took that shiv and as the sheriff was leaving the building I stuck him right in the side. The man without hesitation spun on his heels and smacked me to the ground. With such force I had the wind knocked out of me, and as I clasped my head, I began to feel the blood that has begun to leak from my temple. I managed to lift myself a little to turn and face the crowd that was now in a uproar. With pale faces of shock and awe they vault remnants were trembling, knowing all hope of trust within the town was now cut, and that a cold night lied ahead. My head began to spin, I couldn't quite comprehend what I had done with the pent up aggression I had towards these people. The man picked me up by me neck and started raving my the vault members. He then drew out his knife and started waving it around while calling in his men. I knowingly get forth to kill this man and I never quite understood the impact it would strike to my own people. I would have done it again, but now I fear for my very being. The vault dwellers were split, most took to reasoning and wanted to just leave town abandoning me to my fate, while my parents grumbled on the wooden floor sobbing to free me and be on their way. But this was the last straw the man could take, not paying attention to any reasoning, he began to walk upstairs with me still in arm calling his men to watch his back. I panicked and attempted to pulled myself away from the man to only be retrained tighter. With an adrenaline kick my heart pounded and I gave way for one final push off the stairway wall and pushed the man into the worn banister landing on the front desk.
The vault dwellers swooped me up and took me outside in a dark recess of the town. They spoke the truth to me when they said having me along side traveling would prove worthless for them to continue to conduct business with the other scarce hubs in the region. The turn of events made my future look as bleak as the snow fall in this wasteland. Yet I understood my actions and knew this was the best choice for both of our safety. With a little luck and some training with a gun I might make it in this world outside tinkering with pieces of junk. I fled the town into the white, in hopes of my face not being aimed at by cross hairs I never fancied to returning to that town or seeking out my vault roots since then, maybe because I didn't like the life I led, not this one is any better, but at least I am free to roam anywhere, and can continue to search for a meaning to my existence. I forgot, I slept with a cow. (Totally didn't forget while writing this. <.< >.>)
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Scene begins with Vincent being followed through the white wastes*
Vincent pushes through a weak snow front in hopes of losing his unwanted companions.
Stranger 1 - "Hey old man, you don't look like you belong out here in the wastes why don't you help us by unburdening some of that gear you have there."
Vincent - "Is that so? I wouldn't need this leather anyway, I'm guessing your unprepared, out here looking for scraps?"
Stranger 2 - "Unprepared for what, how di-"
Stranger 1 - "Shut up he doesn't need to know anything"
Vincent - "You don't even know where the hell we are do you, you've been so caught up following me, you didn't even notice where I dragged the both of you to."
Stranger 1 - "Er, uh so why should I care, and not take your stuff for myself"
Vincent - "I’m guessing you know about the tear and the cult that follows it yes? Well I bet they wouldn't want to see one of their runners being harassed or even injured, I wonder how quick you are, seeing as they trained for these types of hit and run situations..."
Stranger 2 - "This is bad we should leave while we have the chance"
Vincent - "Ah your friend is wise, I don't mean any trouble, but I can't say the same for the followers, hell they might even come after me for leading ya'll here."
Stranger 1 - "Fine you win old man, but we'll remember your face and you better grow eyes on the back of your head, because we'll be watching for you."
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: A weathered man, draped with a long overcoat, make-shift hand/head wear, and basic tools.
Click the link for the mediafire download in the rules.
arkuhtect accepted Good story, the grammar wasn't the best, but the story was good none the less.
Edit: I am not presently whistlisted. I was on the assumption that the beta was still in progress, or at least that's what the calendar says.
You are now.
i notced how you joind and missd the chat and support plugin specks and then went to sinko ....the game is going to be lonely for you.
tell me if youd like to be tpd too the start
They aren't signs, they are the monitors on bookshelves with a button on the.
I'm not a whitelister, but I would recommend that you read the lore. The apocalypse happened over a hundred years ago so there is no way that your story starts 13 days into it. Also you should elaborate on how your character acts, maybe list some characteristics."A normal person" isn't really a sufficient description.
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denied honestly did you not read the lore, rules ,or the app format? I mean it's right there.
If you did read the lore you should have integrated it with your story or at least made sure that your story did not conflict with it.
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