right now it is impossible to trade with villagers and hardly possible to craft. do too a 1.5.1 bug with bukkit (it has nothing to do with our plugins) also a bugg that keep's creepers form damaging pep's do to hard mode mod. untill these are fixd there is no real reson to run the server.
evry one loves to play but no one is on but for a few seconds do to these gliches.
"Minecraft account name: Handsum_ed Country of Residence and Time Zone: U.S.A Central Time Do you have any experience roleplaying: Yes I played on a little roleplaying servers. Why are you applying: Because this server looks great and I look forward to playing it. Have you ever banned and if so why: On three classic servers because the admin was dumb and banned alot of people for no reason Do you agree with the rules? Yes Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No Will you use Last Days Texture Pack: Yes In Character (IC) Name: Justin Davis Faction (Optional): Dusters How does your character act: Rarely gets mad only when threatned. He also tries to stay out of trouble. Does your character have any family or close friends: Yes but he got separated from them during a raider attack. Is your character educated (Read and Write) Yes Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Mining and Farming Does your character have any weaknesses? Yes when he gets mad his anger controls him. Does your character hate or fear anything? Yes he fears Raiders Your character's story so far ( At LEAST 5 paragraphs): Justin was born in the year 2209. He was born into the stranded colony with his parents. He made some friends in their town. One day when he was skipping rocks with his friend Josh he heard some screams his father called him from a distance. He looked back and saw a rush of people running through the town. They had swords and armour. He started to run to his father in fear. When he was almost there one of the men with a sword slit his father's throat. He backed away and turned and ran to where they were skipping rocks earlier. He didn't see Josh so he panicked and ran away from the town. He had been running for a long time when he came upon a mountain and stopped to rest. He was awful hungry so he opened his backpack and grabbed an apple to eat. While he was eating he tried to remember which way he had come from since he still wanted to find his mother. His thoughts were interupted when he saw something come out of a cave. It had a scarred up face and it was limping. It was a mutant. He froze and his legs felt like jelly. He ran into a nearby hollow and hoped it didn't see him. All he could think of was it's scarred face and his father getting murdered. As night went on it got colder and more mutants started come out. Although he couldn't sleep he closed his eyes and hoped for the best. As the sun started to come up he noticed many of the mutants going back in caves. He stepped out into the weak sunlight and looked around to make sure no mutants were still out. He sat down on a nearby rock and thought deeply. He thought about his father and mother. His eyes welled up with tears as he thought about his father's death. He thought about his mother who he hoped was still alive and had gotten away. When he got up he decided what he was going to do. He would find the group of people that had raided their town and kill them. He walked for a few hours until he saw something in the distance. It looked like a village. He was low on food and water and he was terribly tired so he decided to go to it. He came up to the village and he noticed a person standing there. " Traveler incoming" the person yelled. A man came out of the house and greeted him "Hello welcome to Bridgeford, settlement of the dusters." Justin remembered that the Dusters worked on wiping out the raiders of the land. But then it hit him. The people who had raided his town were raiders.
Justin and the man talked for a while. Justin explained his situation and the man decided to let him stay. "One last thing," said Justin. "May I join the Dusters." Justin wanted to help kill the raiders he wanted to avenge his fathers death. " Well your mighty young but I guess you could start with helping us around the settlement." "Alright I'll do anything." "Well I'll have to talk with the council but I say you are accepted." I slept with a cow. Rp Example: Josh: Hey I'm gonna go looking in that cave over there *points* want to come with me? Justin: Uhh... It looks dangerous down there and if my parents find out they will kill me. Josh: You scaredy cat *sticks out his tongue and laughs* Justin: Hey at least I'm not scared of bugs like you. *laughs* Josh: Oh shut up.
Justin: Hey mom can I go exploring with some friends. Mom: No honey you cannot. You know whats out there. Justin: But mom * gets interupted* Mom: No buts, now can you please do what I asked and go down to the farmer's shop and get some apples please. Justin: Ugh fine *walks out the door*
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) beastlycraft55
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) Texas Sweet Texas Baby
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) Of course i love roleplay servers! been on pirates,medeivil, and even a bioshock one
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat)The server looks neat, lol jk it would be a good place for me to do some great roleplaying with others
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments)Well everyone has been banned. i think ive been banned from killion for safezoning or something
Do you agree with the rules? Wel duh
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) NO! only allowed to grief certain blocks (says in rules)
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes or else i would probably not know what to do
In Character (IC)
Name: Evan "Short" Underwood
Faction (Optional): Dusters
How old is your character: mid 30's
How does your character act? he is more on the comedy side, but when thinks get serious his brain hooks into action
Does your character have any family or close friends? Had a family which he has 1 daughter who now lives with him, others died while in the vault
Is your character educated (Read and write)? He had some education but he isnt an asian
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? special skills- good at bow, sneaky
Does your character have any weaknesses? anything bad about his family
Does your character hate or fear anything? fears his daughter will be captured. hates being in open space
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
One night on a winter evening in Sherlock City, an old man sat on a park bench. He sat alone, under a lamp post in the cold wind and snow. A young man was walking by and noticed the old man. The young man stopped, noticing that the old man was sitting perfectly still, like the dead he so often sitting against walls, trash cans, cars, and lamp posts. He went closer to the old man. "Sir, are you alright?" He asked. The old man took in a deep breath and sighed, "Yes, I am fine. I just sat down to rest. The park is rather beautiful at night, with only the city lights to illuminate the darkness." The old man said in a raspy voice "Yes, I agree with you sir, the city is rather lovely from here." The old man gestured with his hand, "Sit with me, for in my old age I have none to talk to" The park bench was a little too cold for comfort as the young man sat down. "How about you start by telling me your name," said the old man. "Well, my name is Grimann Rothain. My story is not very long, and I don't care to talk about, it brings back bad memories for me." "Hmm, I could help you with that. Sometimes it helps to get things off your chest. Why don't you tell me?" Grimann, seeing no reason not to trust the old man he had only just met, decided to tell him his story. "It all started twenty four years ago, when I was born. My mother was a kind woman, she liked to cook and liked to shop. My father was a wealthy business man who liked his money and was good at making it. He was kind though, he used his money wisely and always give some away to charities and occasionally to the poorer people of the city. We lived a good life and we lived it well. "For the first ten years of my life, I lived like a prince. I always had the newest toys, the coolest clothes, the best school grades. I was the one my dad wanted to succeed him and run his business, Rothain Bacon Corp. Unfortunately, that came to end. My father had decided to invest in a mining company, in order to expand his income. He invested 80% of our saving into the company, believing that eventually he would eventually earn the money back. "That didn't happen, the stock market crashed and he lost all the money. He jumped out of his office building. His body was never found, apparently it fell into the river that ran nearby his office. The river was running fast that day and his body must of been taken out to sea. "My mother was grief-stricken by my fathers death. I was ten years old and I loved my father. I clung to my mother for everything and she, used to living in luxury, had no idea what to do. She ended up turning to-" Grimann chocked as he remembered what had happened. The old man nodded and put a hand on his shoulder "Its ok son, you don't have to tell me. I understand." The old man said Grimann collected his thoughts again and continued. "Yeah, well, thanks. My mother ended up getting into a hostage situation at a gang hideout. It has turned out the police were following her because of her job and closeness to the gangs. She was killed as a warning to the police from the gangs that they were not going to back down. "It happened when I was fifteen. That was when my mother died. I had no money, save a trust fund from my father. I couldn't open it until I was eighteen though. My grandparents had died when I was twelve and I had no one too look after me. "A homeless man took me under his wing. He taught me how to find food and how to keep warm. In return I helped him move around the city, he was very weak and must of been in his late eighties. I wanted to help him and he wanted to help me. He gave me hope and a dream. He helped me to recover from the death of my parents. "Well, it turned out that the homeless man was actually an undercover bounty hunter who was looking after me to try and get closer to the gangs, you know, because of what my mother had to do. When I found out I was actually quite excited. I was an important person. He decided to look after me permanently, and he became my foster father. He was actually only about sixty years old, he was a very good actor. "He taught me his trade and how to investigate. He even let me handle evidence and take on a couple easy cases myself. I lived with him until I was twenty, then I moved out and went to college. I took some courses in different subjects and now, I am a bounty hunter like my foster father." The old man nodded, "That was an interesting tale, not your average day to day story of how an average person went to an average college and had average grades and now has an average job. You seem a very interesting person Grimann, may God bless you soul." The old man stood up and walked away. Grimann watched him for a while, until the old man suddenly faded into the air. Grimann had no idea what just happened, but he felt somehow relieved. He went home that night and slept soundly for the first time in years. And then came the years in the vault....
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):**Evan stumbles over the rough terrain, running up the hill to escape the bandits that are chasing after him from behind. **One of the bandits lets loose with his gun **Evan is nailed in the mechanical part of his arm, staggering him but he presses onward, ascending up the hill. **One of the bandits begins gaining shouting nonsensical threats as he flails his bat at Max. **Evan stumbles onward tripping on something, hitting the dirt with a metallic thud. **The other bandits having lagged behind to either fire, or try not falling of the cliff, begin to gain on the two **The bandit upon max looks down on him with a sadistic grin, raising his bat. **Evan kicks at the bandit, shutting his eyes in fear. **The bandit is hit in the stomache, and with an "Oomph" he falls down the hill. **The other two bandits watch as he falls looking back up at Max, they then nod at each other breaking into a sprint. **Evan looks down at his handiwork shaking a little, flailing about a little as he gets up and sprints for the peak of the hill. **The bandits chase after relentlessly until the reach the peak, preparing their weapons. **Evan steps back, nearly falling of the mountainous hill. **The bandits let loose both bullets, and swings from their weapons in an attempt to pulverize the android. **Evan falls back using his metallic hands to slowly his descent enough to land with minimal damage, and with a brief rest, he gets up and limp-sprints off. **The bandits yell random threats from the hill, waving their weapons and taking a few pot shots at him. **Evan collapses in the ash and dust, inspecting the damage to his arms. His hands in seemingly good condition after the escapade down the hill, he turns his attention to the bullet wound in his arm, having managed to pierce the outer metal, but not the secend layer. He simply removes the bullet with a wince, and lets auto-repair do what it can slowly. **Evan stumbles up off the ground, continuing to wander forward in his quest for purpose.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Looks like a young man who is strong (sorry i got no picture)