Minecraft account name: Locusthorde Country of Residence and Time Zone: 'Murica, Central Do you have any experience roleplaying? Dungeons and Dragons 3e/3.5e/4e, Serenity RPG, Cyberpunk 2077, GURPS, Battletech, WoW, The Vault RP, The first TO:OA server, Other MC servers, and other Convention games. Why are you applying? How could I NOT apply to my favorite fallout server? Have you ever been banned and if so why? Because I don't know how to control myself in Creative. :I Do you agree with the rules? Yes, except the part about sleeping with cows... Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Nope. Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yup.
In Character (IC) Name: Alexander Romanov How old is your character: 28 How does your character act? Slightly Paranoid, meticulous, Stoic. Does your character have any family or close friends? Yes, but he doesn't know where they are. (Background) Is your character educated (Read and write)? Yes Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He has learned how to use both martial and ranged weapons after the many years of having to fend off would-be attackers. He is a craftsman. The items he creates have an heir about them, like they're not just 'put together' but thought out in design. He also has a nature affinity, he is well adapted to the wastelands and it shows. Along with his affinity he knows how to tame wild animals to his benefit. Does your character have any weaknesses? No knowledge of Nether creatures, is slightly paranoid. Does your character hate or fear anything? The Nether Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
Lex grew up in a small settlement in the Alaskan north. As he grew up he learned how to hunt, and defend himself. Becoming quite proficient with the use of a sword. This was also when he learned how to make armor and clothing. He also learned about technology and engineering as he found it fascinating. He helped keep the towns power generator running. And in doing so learned how to tinker with objects.
When he became old enough the elders set him on his pilgrimage. When a child becomes old enough, they are set off into the world to test their survival skills and learn about the world at large. They both learn to survive in the world, and obtain information about the world at large. The children who are set off are not supposed to return until they receive word from the elders.
After a decade his directions to come home had never arrived. He thought he had made a mistake, or done something wrong. So he returned, only to find his home a ghost town. Nigh a trace of who he knew could be found. It was like they had just left, and hadn't returned. He then decided to wait for the others returning, and join together to find their home.
Years later, and he's still looking, still searching.The others who had followed him had slowly perished one by one to their own demise along the years. His only friend now is the sword he keeps at his waist. Ready for the next inconvenience to get in his way. His only goal now is to find any sort of lead to what happened to his home.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
A busy bar scene is in view. Lex and a stout Irishman are both in a shady corner.
"So, what's so important about this 'ere man o' yours?" The man asked curiously.
"He knows something I don't. I need to find him."
"Well I might remember where he is, I might not. You'll have to refresh my memory.." The man looked at Lex slyly. Lex knew what he meant, and put a small bag of caps on the table. "You'll have to do better than that laddie." The man laughed.
"That's all I have, you've got to tell me something." Lex said sharply.
"Oh, do I now? Last I checked you weren't the on-" The man stopped at the sound of a pistol being cocked, "Well, them's aren't kosherized rules laddie." Lex had a pistol loaded under the table.
"Yeah, neither is not taking what is reasonable. So, this is how it's going to go. You'll tell me what you know, and we'll both go our separate ways." Lex stated bluntly.
"Colorado. He's in Colorado."
"Where in Colorado?" Lex demanded.
"De- Denver. That's were he was last."
"Then that's where I'll be." Lex stood up, and holstered his pistol "Nice doing business with ya'."
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
Just so we're clear, we aren't ignoring you guys. Bukkit is seriously messed up and we aren't able to run any of our mods. The server is basically unplayable until bukkit is fixed. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Minecraft account name: Locke360
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Us Eastern coast
Do you have any experience roleplaying?: Yes I’ve played on a medieval rp server called rise of kings
Why are you applying? : I wanted another rp server to play with a different theme about it.
Have you ever been banned and if so why?: Not that I recall I’m usually good behaved.
Do you agree with the rules?: Yes and I will follow them.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures?: Nope
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack?: Yes once I download it
In Character (IC)
Name: Naven Ignie
Faction (Optional): None yet He wanders
How old is your character: 20
How does your character act? Usually with a energetic response to situations but he can panic in a dire time.
Does your character have any family or close friends?: He did but they were lost to him after the explosion. (explained in bio.)
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Read yes; write not so much
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Specializes in explosives and engineering.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Combat of almost any kind, he will use a wrench for a weapon if absolutely needed.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He hates mutants and the raiders and he really fears letting others die for his expense after living in the vault so many years.
Your character’s story so far: Naven was born and lived in a vault all his life, his parentswere engineers who help fix the vaults problems so they were at least respected among the others because their vault was in a constant state of disrepair due to it being built by Vault-tec so they taught him basic engineering and things about fuel and components so he picked up on these things after the years of living there. Naven felt it was difficult though he heard the screams of the people that came to the vault looking for shelter from whatever chased them in the night. He asked his family and friends why couldn’t they let the outsiders in, the answers were mainly “Because they could be acting and let others in to kill us all.” or “That would just put us in danger letting in mutants or raiders.” After a few more years Naven thought about this more and more and decided this was cruel letting others die for their survival, this made him angry at some of the people around him for not caring at all for what was happening.
When he was 19 (it was a few months away from his birthday) he was called down to one of the main vault life support systems to fix a problem with a fuel tank since he was one of the top engineers of his age along with his father and mother. After hours of inspecting the tank and trying to figure out what was wrong he discovered it had a leak and was now releasing some gasses from its fuel and it was causing a shortage of power for the life support. He took to this as a chance to prove himself as an engineer and tried to fix the leak hastily with one of his tools without telling anyone it was a leak. But something went wrong with the tool and it sparked due to it not being used in a long while and not properly inspected by one of the new men on the job. The explosion was instantaneous and blew him back across the room and out through the open door the fireball that followed killed and burned all that were still in the room.
A week later he awoke in the med bay with a start bandages wrapped around his face chest and arms and a leg and sits up. The pain and realization of where he was hit him like a train he cried out and fell back against the bed; a doctor rushed to him “ah your awake calm yourself... You’re safe, what is it?” “Where’s my father and mother!” Naven shouted trying to work out what exactly happened in that room and why he was here.
The doctor solemnly looked at Naven and hung his head “They died in the explosion caused by the fuel igniting.” “They died!?” Naven said suddenly pale and cold at the shock he was hearing. Yes and you’re lucky not to be joining them yourself.” Naven stared at the doctor in sadness “Then what caused the explosion?” “We still don’t know, everything was pretty burned by the fire. Now get some sleep you’re badly burned and scarred from the fire.” Naven looks at the bandages wrapped all around him and falls unconscious from pain and sadness.
After months in the med bay with a few needles in his arm and some stitches his 20th birthday came and went he had a scars over his face and chest when they removed his bandages from his body and several burn marks across the rest of his body he exited the med bay with pain in his heart, He knew in his head the explosion was caused by him and he should have told the others there was a leak in the tank before trying to fix it. He realized then that if they figured out it was him he would rejected and be hated, he would rather be out in the wastes then be in here in that situation so he gathered up some supplies from the food stores as well as some glass bottles and filled them with a combustible fuel he took a match box so he could use them as grenades against mutants and raiders. With that he snuck out of the vault one night while some guards were inspecting something outside. With nothing but his clothes a backpack with some supplies he began wandering the waste searching for a new home.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): Naven walks up to a villager in a nearby town* Naven: “Exscuse me sir” Villager: “hmm?” Naven:” I was wondering where could I find the nearest trader?” Villager: “The nearest trader eh? That would be old Joe over there” The villager points to an old man nearby. Naven: “Thank you sir”
Naven proceeds to walk over to the old man* Old man Joe: “Stranger what do you want?” the old guy says grumpily Naven: “I was wondering where I could find some water.” Old man Joe: “Try drinking from the town well ye fool I’m out of water!” Naven frowns at the old man and sighs “Fine then” Naven walks away in search for the well.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Rather scruffy looking with scars on his face and on his chest (under the shirt) as well as some burn marks. He wears a green shirt and a tan jacket (The jacket is insulated for cold weather.) He also has a backpack he carries with him to carry his supplies. http://www.planetmin...elander-outfit/ (I edited the eyes a little bit and added scars for some reason it wouldn't let my copy my screenshot)
Out Of Character (OOC)
Minecraft account name:P4RTYB0Y237
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Standard Eastern Australian Time
Do you have any experience roleplaying? I frequented a geavy RP server called crimson ignot
Why are you applying? I've been searching for a server like this, but they are far and few between
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Yes, many times for a multitude of different reasons
Do you agree with the rules? Yes
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? No, What is the point of that? it only destroys the RP part of it.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes
In Character (IC)
Faction (Optional): Raiders
How old is your character: 29 How does your character act: At the age of 21 he was arrested for mass murder (self explanatory i hope)
Does your character have any family or close friends? None are still alive, survival of the fittest
Is your character educated (Read and write)? yes Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? incredibly efficient with a blade
Does your character have any weaknesses? His weakness is his lack of compassion, he can feel no pity, remorse or anything along those lines
Does your character hate or fear anything? he hates the people that thrive, believing they are unfair to other wanderers, fears dying old Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): "Marcus, i found something over here!" I groaned as i got up and grabbed my blade "better actually be something dip"."It is! I swear! i heard it moaning and i saw something" I was getting a little on edge, David was usually calm, he was slightly panicky. I walked to the edge of our wall and looked around, he was right, something was happening. "Start getting everyone inside the safe houses, get the guards awake and too the walls" A loud gunshot rang across the area as David's head exploded in a fine red mist and his body hit the ground. I sprinted to the radio tower, half the town was moving by now, so i grabbed the radio and shouted into the mic "ALL CIVILLIANS INTO THE SAFE HOUSES, GUARDS TO THE WALLS, THESE ARE NOT WALKERS, WE HAVE A BANDIT RAID, I REPEAT, A BANDIT RAID" I headed back to the walls, there was about 20 of us now, they noticed David body, another gunshot, another body down, "HEADS DOWN" i yelled as more gunshots fired. As we were waiting for the rest of the guards, i heard running footsteps outside the walls, I only saw a man running quickly away from the wall, then i saw a detonator in his hand "EVERYONE OFF THE WALLS NO- BOOOOOOM, There was no time to react, half the guards were dead and the majoirty of the others were wounded, the others and I grabbed our blades and prepared for the incoming forces. There was a large flash of light as flamethrowers ripped into us, I screamed as my flesh begun to melt and i sprinted to the lake and dove in, when i surfaced the last thing i saw was the safe houses exploding. I awoke on the edge of the lake with my sword next to me. all i could hear was men laughing and women and children screaming. I knew i was the last standing soldier, they would've fought till the last breathe, I would do the same. i walked towards a bandit and stabbed him in a clean movement. sadly his comrades noticed and rushed to dispatch me, it was massacre, with me standing over a pile of dead bodies. i continued walking and i saw my sister, brother, father and mother kneeling infront of a firing squad, i yelled as the gunshots went off, they turned and fired at me, the bullets thumped into me as i hit the ground, i wasn't dead yet I lay there, slowly bleeding to death, the next people lining up for the firing squad, it was only 1 person. It was my son, my son had nothing but fear mixed with defiance written across his face. I dragged myself up and walked my way towards them, my son saw me and hope bloomed in his eyes. I moved behind the firing squad and quietly killed them. Their commander gave the order to fire, the last thing he saw was my face. My son and i travelled for a day before hitting some walkers, once they were cleaned off we were about to continue walking when my son started crying "Dad... i can't go with you anymore"." Why's that jacob? "he rolled up his sleeve to show a bite mark, he walked up to me, grabbed my pistol and shot himself. that moment something snapped in my head. i was not the same man anymore.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): Can the above be ok? it took me ages to write that
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: armored, basic clothing,
I slept with a cow <3
I want to extend my deepest apologies to the loyal players of this server. School has pretty much swamped since it started back and our hoster (AJ) has had his internet speeds pretty much shot t ohell. I would love to find a way to get it back up, but as of right now I don't have the funds to purchase a dedicated host. If anyone has any ideas or comments please feel free to PM or post.