The rangers are no longer the rangers anymore, we are changing the name.
If anybody wants to join the (insert good name here) please come to our base and talk to the leader or one of the two generals
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I used to be an arrow like you, but then i took a knee to the head.
So getting the idea of doing a story that is like Sharezai's journal. Going to using element of rp and people's ic names. If you do not want me to use your ic character's name let me know and I shall improvise. Also if anyone wants to read it I'll send them a link.
Ever been banned(Be thruthfull wont affect the app): no
Why do you want to join: I am a newb at role play and this server looks real good
How active will you be: Atleast 1 hour a day.
Did you read the rules: Yes.
IC
Name: Jake Harvey
Gender: Male
Description: A very old man with a passion of hunting humans and animals.
Skin: Old man with tired silver eyes
Fears: nothing but fear itself
Likes: Anything that can make him an easy buck
Can he/she Build: Yes but quite poorly
Can he/she Write: NO
Can he/she Read: Very slowly
Can he/she Farm: Very well
Dislikes:
Rp Example(Make it good an long): Very Load and lets his enemy knows he is coming. He Wins most battles but would rather fight to the death then wimp out
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs): I guess this will be denied since I am not yet sure how to do this
Additional Information:
I am new to role play and Am a willing donator since I have nothing to do with my extra cash.
Ever been banned(Be thruthfull wont affect the app): no
Why do you want to join: I am a newb at role play and this server looks real good
How active will you be: Atleast 1 hour a day.
Did you read the rules: Yes.
IC
Name: Jake Harvey
Gender: Male
Description: A very old man with a passion of hunting humans and animals.
Skin: Old man with tired silver eyes
Fears: nothing but fear itself
Likes: Anything that can make him an easy buck
Can he/she Build: Yes but quite poorly
Can he/she Write: NO
Can he/she Read: Very slowly
Can he/she Farm: Very well
Dislikes:
Rp Example(Make it good an long): Very Load and lets his enemy knows he is coming. He Wins most battles but would rather fight to the death then wimp out
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs): I guess this will be denied since I am not yet sure how to do this
Additional Information:
I am new to role play and Am a willing donator since I have nothing to do with my extra cash.
Don't even post without the backstory
And it's simple BACK story whats the story for your character?
Also make a MUCH better rp example and reread the rules
Ever been banned(Be thruthfull wont affect the app): no
Why do you want to join: because i just want to have fun and i enjoy RPG
How active will you be: i will be on almost every day Did you read the rules: yes and i reread them
IC
Name: George Franklen
Gender: Male
Description: 5ft 6, brown hair, blue eyes, 13 years old, languages: English and Italian
Skin: Green cloak and white eyes due to radiation
Fears: None
Likes: Stealth, Bows, Knowing what the challenge is.
Can he/she Build: Yes
Can he/she Write: Yes
Can he/she Read: Yes
Can he/she Farm: Yes
Dislikes: Mushrooms
Rp Example(Make it good and long): sorry im not sure what RP stands for
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs): It was the year 2430, five years after people emerged to see the ruined face of the earth. A group went and settled on the edge of the wastelands near small lake that surprisingly was full of water fresh to drink. I was brought to this world by a man who went by the name of Steve an a woman who went by the name of Beverly. I was raised by a strong warrior but sadly never took took to his style of fighting.
one day a radiation sweep hit the village, that's how i got my white eyes. people call me "demon child" or worse because i remind them of Herobrine. 2 years later the village was heavily damaged by radiation and a Tsu storm placed a gap where my innocent village was. I was lucky to be alive, but i wished others had been too.
I traveled for weeks surviving off little more than a few rotten Brahmins. i came across a city (the spawn) and met a nice woman. she taught how to make proper use of the skills i had trained with and helped me to enhance them to my full potential. After another 3 years of living with her it was time for her journey to end and mine to begin. she passed away on the 6/7/2443, the same day that i was born 13 years ago...
Additional Information: Steve and Beverly are my real parents names.
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs): When he was a kid he had 14 fellanies and was caught stealing from a 711 on 2468. I was always sneaky loved it i was the 3rd most deadliest person alive at the time.. I killed more then 1 person a week and i loved it. I was training everyday for the moment when it happened. I knew it was all going to collapse so i went and built my own house in the mountains.
While in solitude i learned how to farm expertly and how to make the crops grow faster and where long lasting. I had my own farm and everything. But then... I saw serveral explosions in the distance of my house and i saw 2 mountains collide with each other. I knew i had to fight so i took my dagger and my armor and left with my cat.I was walking through the forest when i heard a noise an unearthly one a tall beast came it went to my face and carried me it seemed to teleport. I only heard legands of these beasts but this one was actully helping me get out of the area!?! I went along with him and i saw the world explodeing behind us i knew i had to survive..
Additional Information:I am a friend of most endermen , and i dont like mining very much.
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs): When he was a kid he had 14 fellanies and was caught stealing from a 711 on 2468. I was always sneaky loved it i was the 3rd most deadliest person alive at the time.. I killed more then 1 person a week and i loved it. I was training everyday for the moment when it happened. I knew it was all going to collapse so i went and built my own house in the mountains.
While in solitude i learned how to farm expertly and how to make the crops grow faster and where long lasting. I had my own farm and everything. But then... I saw serveral explosions in the distance of my house and i saw 2 mountains collide with each other. I knew i had to fight so i took my dagger and my armor and left with my cat.I was walking through the forest when i heard a noise an unearthly one a tall beast came it went to my face and carried me it seemed to teleport. I only heard legands of these beasts but this one was actully helping me get out of the area!?! I went along with him and i saw the world explodeing behind us i knew i had to survive..
Additional Information:I am a friend of most endermen , and i dont like mining very much.
The rangers are changing there name? im sticking with the old name thank you very much me and some other guys are gonna make our own rangers base
The Rangers are now "The End Hunters"
We are still the same faction, just a different name.
If you don't want to stay with us because of something as little as our different name, you don't belong in our faction anyway.
And don't think you can just make a double of us because you don't like the path we are taking with the faction.
If you make a new faction, it will be forever known to us as "The Fakers"
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I used to be an arrow like you, but then i took a knee to the head.
Dear fellow rp gamers. The reason i havnt bean on lately is this:
1. Internet was down for a week
2. Nobody seemed to care, i got on, asked for help repeatedly, and no one showed me hospitality. If no one likes me anymore, (ps i didnt blow up the town, that was lucas) please tell me, so i can know.
Ever been banned: Yes, but it was because the owner of the server apparently hated my guts. And one other time for voicing my opinion.
Why do you want to join: I've played loads of post-apocalyptic RPGs and this reminds me a lot of Fallout. I love Fallout, so I thought why not?
How active will you be: I'll try to be on at least once every day.
Did you read the rules: Dirkism
IC
Name: Prescott Parke
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Description:
○ Pure black, straight hair with straight bangs and curls by his cheeks. It is longer in the front than in the back.
○ His left eye is a bright blue, and his right is a dark brown.
○ Prescott is 5’4” and weighs 109 lbs.
○ He is very petite and looks quite weak.
Skin: …white?
Fears:
○ Death.
○ Anything that would compromise the use of his arms or legs.
○ Storms of any kind.
○ Learning to read.
○ Human interaction.
Likes:
○ Boys.
○ Farming.
○ Watching wildlife grow in general.
○ Animals of any kind.
○ His arms. Prescott has a strange obsession with arms.
○ Bows. Both kind.
○ Brahmin especially. He often compares himself to a Brahmin. Occasionally weak, but strong willed.
○ Living.
Can he build: Yes.
Can he write: No.
Can he read: No.
Can he farm: Yes.
Dislikes:
○ Pushy people.
○ Harmful anythings.
○ Promises that are impossible to keep.
○ The condition of the planet.
○ Living.
Rp Example:
Although he’d like to call it temporary, the boy knew this… hut would be his home for a long while. His condition was getting worse, and he needed to stay put until his injury healed. Unfortunately, a week before he’d scraped his leg on a piece of scrap metal and tore his leg up quite a bit. Because of this, he had been unable to build anything sturdy or permanent to stay in or protect himself with. The hut built out of rotting wooden planks was all he could manage at the moment.
The black-haired teen leaned over his knee to take a gander at the bandaged wound. Blood seeped through the gauze and stained his worn jeans, causing Prescott to groan dramatically. He wanted more than anything to complain about his ruined jeans, but knew now was not the time. His leg was burning, stinging, and the pain made Scott’s stomach flip flop uncomfortably. “God. Pleeease stop. I can’t stand pain.” He whimpered pathetically, running a petite hand over the bandage gently.
It wasn’t until a good thirty minutes later that the pain began to subside, but he knew it was because his leg was becoming numb. And that was certainly… not good. Quietly, the boy tied a bow into his hair before scooting to the door of his hut, peaking outside cautiously and lifting the tarp that covered it. He whistled and his Brahmin friend wobbled over to the opening, kneeling down. Prescott petted the animal’s head, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. “We’ll be okay.” He told it, cracking a smile just for the weak animal. It was hard times like those that he wished he had a partner there with him. A human companion that could tend to his wounds and help build a strong shelter. However, he was always overlooked when the chance arose, for no one thought a teenage boy could survive or even provide anything in the wastes. No one wanted to “babysit” him.
“We’ll… we’ll be fine on our own, won’t we, Luka? Yeah.” The animal bumped its head against Prescott’s as if agreeing, or possibly an attempt to comfort the doubtful child. “You’re probably real hungry… Sorry, boy. I don’t have anything for you. Maybe we’ll come across something useful. Maybe I’ll start a small farm.” He knew his Brahmin, his only friend, wouldn’t last much longer. The thought saddened him and nearly brought him to tears.
It was at that moment that his leg pulsed with an intense pain. He leaned over in agony, tearing the bandages off all too quickly. The sight sent shivers up his spine and back down again… “B-…blood poisoning?” He asked himself with comically wide eyes, mouth agape. “No way… th…” He lost his words. Amidst the chaos in his mind, he had one clear though, ‘I have to find someone. Anyone. I don’t know how to treat this.’ Prescott refused to die like this. He wouldn’t die like this. He wouldn’t die.
“Luka…” The boy stumbled from the hut, nearly knocking it over in the process, “We have to go. We can’t stay here… I’ve got to find someone who can treat my wound or I won’t live very long…” Despite the boy trying to act tough, his voice was shaking. “Let’s go.”
Prescott took the Brahmin’s leash and started to lead him away, cursing life itself in his mind. He had to be the unluckiest ******* in the entire wasteland. “I remember seeing a town not far from here. If we can just get there…” He was sure there was someone who could help him.
There had to be.
Backstory:
(( Bios are not my strong point. Bear with me. I usually develop my character’s BG as I RP them… ))
Prescott was raised by a complete stranger in a small town that is probably long gone by now. That stranger had previously stolen baby Prescott from his mother, and called him his own. Of course, Scottie knows none of this. He was raised in fear. The man was sick in the head and often took out his frustration on the boy, doing more than just physical damage. The mental trauma was far greater than any physical wound he could’ve received. His trust for humans diminished and his trust for animals ascended into the heavens. The man wasn’t fond of anything animal-like, so he killed all of Prescott’s animals. His friends. Prescott hated his “father” for this.
At the age of thirteen, he found a baby Brahmin and it’s mother just outside of town. Prescott took in the two animals, however he couldn’t hide the mother Brahmin from his caretaker. She was slaughtered and served at dinner. The boy would sneak food out to feed the baby, he kept it warm, he made it feel as loved as possible. He gave it the love he never received.
About four years later, at the age of sixteen, he found out the truth about his “father”. He found out he was just a stranger who kidnapped him. A random man who ruined his life. There was nothing he could do but run away with his only friend, Luka, the Brahmin.
During their travels, there was a time where Prescott had been injured. His arm had nearly been cut clean off. The bone was sticking out, a chunk was missing out of his arm, and he had only a mediocre nurse to rely on. Thankfully it healed, but nearly losing his arm sparked a very dark fire. It started an obsession. Wherever he goes, he makes sure to look out for his arms, hugging them to his chest when around something potentially dangerous. Losing his arms became one of his biggest fears.
Prescott travels from town to town, now, and tries to give his Brahmin friend more love than ever, simply because its time is nearly up.
Additional Information:
○ Prescott is gay.
○ He is English and has a thick accent.
○ Luka will die if I get accepted. Since.. it's impossible to have a Brahmin as a pet.
○ His nicknames are Parke and Scottie.
Um... I'm really sorry if there is an abundant amount of typos. It's almost 3 am and I can't be bothered to re-read this for typos at the moment. ; w;... Please let me know if I forgot anything or if this is just absolutely terrible. I'll do my best to fix it. I'm super nervous about this... haven't actually RPed on Minecraft before. Q wQ...
Fears: Death, Hostile monsters, Hostile people, Not heights just falling from heights! Big difference!, Dark caverns.
Likes: Animals, Archery, Being sneaky sneaky.
Can he/she Build: Yes
Can he/she Write: Yes
Can he/she Read: Yes
Can he/she Farm: Barely
Dislikes: Old people, Smelly stuff, dark places
Rp Example(Make it good an long):
Tagara had been asked if he could help with a serious problem, by the NCR. Somewhere close to a village there was a Deathclaw sanctum. NCR had lost the perimeter, and the Deathclaw's is soon getting loose.
''You have to help us Tagara, you have the weapons required to kill those damn bastards!'' -Said the NCR field commander.
''Well, I have nothing else to do..'' He said.
Tag & the NCR commander ran to a watch tower, by the wall the deathclaw's were breaking.
''You have to kill the FAAST!!'' -Yelled the NCR commander..
Tagara took out his Q-35 Matter Modulator plasma rifle, that he have been making when he had nothing else to do.
He putted in a charge to the gun, and aimed for the first deatclaw.. *boom* ..
''Let's go!'' He said ..
More deathclaws kept streaming towards the gates. Soon getting loose from their prison.
''We are all doomed, we have to leave now!'' yelled the NCR commander.
Tagara ran from the tower, and back into a tent that he was lending by the NCR at that time. Coming back with a Tesla Cannon!
He charged it of, and blased away one, by one deathclaw away. Untill they all were gone!
Character Bio: Tagara was born in the Enclave base. He was high ranked, and he lead alot of mission to slaugher sivilians at villages controlled by the NCR.
Later, all the squads of the Enclave was reasy for the final assault again the NCR. They left the base, and got ambushed by NCR soliders waiting outside their base. Tagara realized someting .. he realized what he had done.
He changed sides, to the NCR ally. He turned around, and shot as many Enclave soliders as he could! The plasma rilfe went empty, so he picked up a grenade rifle from a dead NCR solider's body.
By the time Tagara got up, a Enclave solider, that also had ran out of ammo charged him with a knife. He cutted him around the eye, not leaving him blind, but he got a scar.
Tagara took the knife and killed the Enclave solider.
Then he aimed the grenade rifle at the Enclave soliders, ready to shoot more of them. But the grenade rifle was broken. So when he fired it exploded in his hands! He had no hands!
Luckily the Enclave left the fight, and the doctors helped Tagara. They rished him to the closes medical station, and gave him robot arms as a replacement.
He is now an ex-Enclave, and he is against them. For now, he is not bound by any faction.
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs):
: I made my living off of hunting down radroaches and other such pests in the city. I lived alone, no family. One day, a stranger walked into town, talking of some lake, and I got curious. So, I went looking for this lake, hoping that it was treasure hidden there or something. It wasn't. When I got to this lake, it was crawling with Lakelurks. I high-tailed it out of there. Unfortunately, the mutants followed my scent. They tracked me back to town and killed everything in sight. I tried to help, but all I had was a vintage .22 rifle. I did all I could do, then I ran. I ran through the city for at least 3 miles before I found someone that might help. What I found was a New California Republic camp.
After talking for a while with the captain there, I convinced him to give me a gun and ammo, along with some food, and they sent me on my way.
Have you ever been banned: I was banned by admins just because I logged on to the server once and I was temp-banned for "preaching" on a server, even though everyone was on the topic of religion on the server.
Why do you want to join: I love servers like this where people, after a neuclear apocolypse, try to survive. I also would like to join because many of the apocolyptic servers that I am on are either A. Not very good or B. Not online yet, so this server, since it is online and looks pretty cool, seems promising of great rp!
How active will you be: I will be active, unless something gets in the way and I can't get online.
Did you read the rules: Yes
IC:
Name: George Strahlung
Gender: Male
Description: He has cocoa brown hair, blue eyes, a burned and dirty blue overcoat with copper cuff-links, with a grey under shirt under neath the overcoat. He carries a Wells Fargo shotgun on his back. He wears grey pants with brown shoes.
Skin: C:\Users\Game Machine\Desktop\Minecraft Things\TFL Skin 1.png (Sorry, I couldn't connect to Minecraft.net, so this is the best that I could do.)
Fears: Deathcrawlers and Spectrons.
Likes: Soviterm survivors, Power Nodes, and Wolves.
Can he build: Yes, but only houses or basic shops, not anthing too big
Can he read: Yes
Can he write: Yes
Can he farm: Yes, but he can only farm mushrooms (When the next update comes, he can also farm Cocoa)
Dislikes: Tripec Soldiers, Explodatrons, and Mole Rats.
RP Example: *George walks in to a ruined building*
George: "Hello? Is any one in here?"
*A small growl comes out of the darkness as several Deathcrawlers sprint at him*
George: "Not these guys again..." *Pulls out a revolver and loads it* "Let's light them up. *George then smirks as he blows the brains out of one Deathcrawler. He tries to shoot a second one, but his gun jams* "****, holy cr-" *George is knocked to the ground, being mauled by a Deathcrawler until a man walks up and kills the remaining Deathcrawlers* "Thank you, sir. What is your name?"
Frank: "You are very welcome, and my name is Frank. Do you live near these parts?"
George: "No, I was just exploring around here to see where I could settle down."
Frank: "Then you are one of the lucky ones, just coming and going through this foresaken valley. Deathcrawlers, Spectrons, Acidic Rain, it all happens in this place so often that most people avoid this area."
George: "Why didn't you just leave when you got here?"
Frank: "You don't think I didn't try? I would've left this damn town years ago, but the citizens needed someone to protect them. Before I could leave, they made me Sheriff of Volsang. Now, I can't leave until a new man who is as good with a gun like me... but that could take forever. This place is the worst possible area to live in after an apocolypse like the one about four-hundred years ago."
George: "Well, I'm sorry for your misfortunes, but I'm going to have to leave now. Thank you for your help, and if you need me, just come and ask." *George leaves the building, after picking up his revolver*
Backstory: George Strahlung was born in 2397, in a Soviterm controled area known to them as "The Volcano", for all of the Lava in and around the land. His father, Clark Strahlung, was a great warrior and a strong Soviterm supporter, and his mother, Mary Strahlung, was a builder and an occasional writer. The family lived happily in Omsk, a small village within the Volcano, almost as though it was too good to be true. They thought nothing could go wrong, until a Tripec squad came in to Omsk when George was only six. The soldiers, after a brief fire fight, burned Omsk to the ground. The family was able to get out alive, but George's mother was injured during the attack. She was shot in the shoulder by one of the Tripec soldiers. She would die a month later due to the wound.
When he turned twelve, George got in to a bit of trouble. After he and his father settled down in a place called Re-Birth, George started to become a petty thief. He would steal some cans of food, take some rare metal, and even stole some Power Nodes from time to time! Sometimes he would get caught, but sometimes he wouldn't. But, as he was stealing some power nodes from a store one day, a Tripec soldier saw him taking them. The soldier then pulled out a firearm and aimed at George. A loud "Bang" sound could be heard. A body fell limp to the ground. George stood there, shaking, with a .45 in hand. He knew that the Tripec would want him dead now. He ran in to his home, while his father was gathering some supplies, and took what he needed and what he wanted. He ran out of the town, unsure of his destiny from here.
After exploring the Wasteland for two years, George was able to find a small village, under control of the Soviterm, called Terra. George decided that it was time for him to settle down here, and start a new life. He was able to build a house and keep himself fed by doing what he did when he was on the run: Killing any animals in the area. This was a pretty good start, he thought no one would remember his old past... until the Tripec came. He was only sixteen at the time, but the generals of the Tripec forces, upon invading Terra, figured out that he was the boy who killed the soldier in Re-birth. Knowing that he would die soon, George, after a long fight with soldiers and helping the Soviterm, escaped from the Tripecs. He left Terra for about a year, then came back when he was seventeen. He has been living there ever since, with only a few minor problems such as a Tripec attack or a small band of Raiders killing the citizens. And even after the dissolve of the Soviterm, George still hates any and all Tripec supporters.
Additional Info: George is a terrible miner, since during the first battle in Terra left his left hand crippled and barrly able to hold a pick, but he can mine, if he has enough strength. George has also been wanted for the crime of murder because of the death of Re-birth sheriff John Wulfang, a crime that George did not commit.
OOC
IGN:darkangel2046
Ever been banned:no
reason to join:i lvoe rp and fallout scenarios like this really opens up the options of rp
how active will i be:if im accepted ill be on most of the time on the weekends on weekdays maybe 3 or 4 hours a day
Did i read the rules:yes, yes i did
IC
Name: Kozak (if last name is needed) [Miller]
gender:male
description:6"9 white hair brown eyes muscluar build quiete type age 23 language:German, English{i actually know a little german so ill slip a few words in when he talks]
skin:soldier with camo and sunglasses [as soon as i can find a good one that is]
fears:none that anyone knows of due to him keeping to himself [scared of dieing]
like: stealth,sniping,quiete approach, distance combat, being unseen
can h/she build:yes
can he/she write:yes
can he/she read:yes
can he/she farm:yes but not very well
dislikes: loud people arrogant people dumb people raiders americans[he will work with them is he agrees with the cause] and melee combat
Rp example:Blending into the shadows, Kozak slips into the base without so much as a sound.
Backstory: Kozak Miller was born in Germany but moved to america at a very young age he learned english in the vaults but retained his German heritage. At age 13 Kozak joined the vault secruity force as a informer[or so he was told] and was told to spy on the bad kids. Kozak eager to be useful did what he was told and spied on the kids he didnt like. Kozak however had yet to learn how to be stealthy and was caught and serverly beaten and hospitalized by the kids. After he recovered Kozak trained in the art of stealth and combat.
At age 17 Kozak enlisted in the vault security force and was assinged as a gaurd/patrolman. Kozak was dissapointed with the amount of inaction his job had and later quit. By age 21 Kozak joined the few people that left the vault prepared to face the dangers of the outside world. Taking with him only his sniper rifle that he made and his favorite uniform that his father left behind left the vault and journyed outside the place he called home for 19 years to a life of danger and adventure
For the next 2 years Kozak served as a gaurd for the small settlements that had begun to start up but never foudn one that he liked and constantly wandered from town to town doing odd jobs and security work. It was a nice life but Kozak began to get bored with his routine and decided to start serving as a bodygaurd/ mercenary for people. This proved to be the challenge he was looking for becasue on his first day for his first client their group was attacked by raiders. Kozak useing the skills he trained and toned for 5 years repelled the raiders by sneaking through the shadows and surprising the raiders that thought it was gonna be a easy haul slowly he began to pick off each one without alerting the others. Kozak glad his skills could do good was later hired as a gun for hire to take out pesky raider parties along major trade routes between settlements in which he stills does today.
addtional information: I really hope i get accepted this server seems like alot of fun and i hope i can help in any way to make it even better.
Dirkism
If anybody wants to join the (insert good name here) please come to our base and talk to the leader or one of the two generals
Don't even post without the backstory
And it's simple BACK story whats the story for your character?
Also make a MUCH better rp example and reread the rules
IGN: Omega_Ninja
Ever been banned(Be thruthfull wont affect the app): no
Why do you want to join: because i just want to have fun and i enjoy RPG
How active will you be: i will be on almost every day
Did you read the rules: yes and i reread them
IC
Name: George Franklen
Gender: Male
Description: 5ft 6, brown hair, blue eyes, 13 years old, languages: English and Italian
Skin: Green cloak and white eyes due to radiation
Fears: None
Likes: Stealth, Bows, Knowing what the challenge is.
Can he/she Build: Yes
Can he/she Write: Yes
Can he/she Read: Yes
Can he/she Farm: Yes
Dislikes: Mushrooms
Rp Example(Make it good and long): sorry im not sure what RP stands for
Backstory(LONG must be atlest 3-4 paragraphs): It was the year 2430, five years after people emerged to see the ruined face of the earth. A group went and settled on the edge of the wastelands near small lake that surprisingly was full of water fresh to drink. I was brought to this world by a man who went by the name of Steve an a woman who went by the name of Beverly. I was raised by a strong warrior but sadly never took took to his style of fighting.
one day a radiation sweep hit the village, that's how i got my white eyes. people call me "demon child" or worse because i remind them of Herobrine. 2 years later the village was heavily damaged by radiation and a Tsu storm placed a gap where my innocent village was. I was lucky to be alive, but i wished others had been too.
I traveled for weeks surviving off little more than a few rotten Brahmins. i came across a city (the spawn) and met a nice woman. she taught how to make proper use of the skills i had trained with and helped me to enhance them to my full potential. After another 3 years of living with her it was time for her journey to end and mine to begin. she passed away on the 6/7/2443, the same day that i was born 13 years ago...
Additional Information: Steve and Beverly are my real parents names.
Dirkism
Only people i have seen in the past 2 days are shar and edward and alice
Make a real app...
The Rangers are now "The End Hunters"
We are still the same faction, just a different name.
If you don't want to stay with us because of something as little as our different name, you don't belong in our faction anyway.
And don't think you can just make a double of us because you don't like the path we are taking with the faction.
If you make a new faction, it will be forever known to us as "The Fakers"
1. Internet was down for a week
2. Nobody seemed to care, i got on, asked for help repeatedly, and no one showed me hospitality. If no one likes me anymore, (ps i didnt blow up the town, that was lucas) please tell me, so i can know.
~Eon~
After talking for a while with the captain there, I convinced him to give me a gun and ammo, along with some food, and they sent me on my way.
IGN: crazycreeper290
Have you ever been banned: I was banned by admins just because I logged on to the server once and I was temp-banned for "preaching" on a server, even though everyone was on the topic of religion on the server.
Why do you want to join: I love servers like this where people, after a neuclear apocolypse, try to survive. I also would like to join because many of the apocolyptic servers that I am on are either A. Not very good or B. Not online yet, so this server, since it is online and looks pretty cool, seems promising of great rp!
How active will you be: I will be active, unless something gets in the way and I can't get online.
Did you read the rules: Yes
IC:
Name: George Strahlung
Gender: Male
Description: He has cocoa brown hair, blue eyes, a burned and dirty blue overcoat with copper cuff-links, with a grey under shirt under neath the overcoat. He carries a Wells Fargo shotgun on his back. He wears grey pants with brown shoes.
Skin: C:\Users\Game Machine\Desktop\Minecraft Things\TFL Skin 1.png (Sorry, I couldn't connect to Minecraft.net, so this is the best that I could do.)
Fears: Deathcrawlers and Spectrons.
Likes: Soviterm survivors, Power Nodes, and Wolves.
Can he build: Yes, but only houses or basic shops, not anthing too big
Can he read: Yes
Can he write: Yes
Can he farm: Yes, but he can only farm mushrooms (When the next update comes, he can also farm Cocoa)
Dislikes: Tripec Soldiers, Explodatrons, and Mole Rats.
RP Example: *George walks in to a ruined building*
Backstory: George Strahlung was born in 2397, in a Soviterm controled area known to them as "The Volcano", for all of the Lava in and around the land. His father, Clark Strahlung, was a great warrior and a strong Soviterm supporter, and his mother, Mary Strahlung, was a builder and an occasional writer. The family lived happily in Omsk, a small village within the Volcano, almost as though it was too good to be true. They thought nothing could go wrong, until a Tripec squad came in to Omsk when George was only six. The soldiers, after a brief fire fight, burned Omsk to the ground. The family was able to get out alive, but George's mother was injured during the attack. She was shot in the shoulder by one of the Tripec soldiers. She would die a month later due to the wound.
When he turned twelve, George got in to a bit of trouble. After he and his father settled down in a place called Re-Birth, George started to become a petty thief. He would steal some cans of food, take some rare metal, and even stole some Power Nodes from time to time! Sometimes he would get caught, but sometimes he wouldn't. But, as he was stealing some power nodes from a store one day, a Tripec soldier saw him taking them. The soldier then pulled out a firearm and aimed at George. A loud "Bang" sound could be heard. A body fell limp to the ground. George stood there, shaking, with a .45 in hand. He knew that the Tripec would want him dead now. He ran in to his home, while his father was gathering some supplies, and took what he needed and what he wanted. He ran out of the town, unsure of his destiny from here.
After exploring the Wasteland for two years, George was able to find a small village, under control of the Soviterm, called Terra. George decided that it was time for him to settle down here, and start a new life. He was able to build a house and keep himself fed by doing what he did when he was on the run: Killing any animals in the area. This was a pretty good start, he thought no one would remember his old past... until the Tripec came. He was only sixteen at the time, but the generals of the Tripec forces, upon invading Terra, figured out that he was the boy who killed the soldier in Re-birth. Knowing that he would die soon, George, after a long fight with soldiers and helping the Soviterm, escaped from the Tripecs. He left Terra for about a year, then came back when he was seventeen. He has been living there ever since, with only a few minor problems such as a Tripec attack or a small band of Raiders killing the citizens. And even after the dissolve of the Soviterm, George still hates any and all Tripec supporters.
Additional Info: George is a terrible miner, since during the first battle in Terra left his left hand crippled and barrly able to hold a pick, but he can mine, if he has enough strength. George has also been wanted for the crime of murder because of the death of Re-birth sheriff John Wulfang, a crime that George did not commit.
IGN:darkangel2046
Ever been banned:no
reason to join:i lvoe rp and fallout scenarios like this really opens up the options of rp
how active will i be:if im accepted ill be on most of the time on the weekends on weekdays maybe 3 or 4 hours a day
Did i read the rules:yes, yes i did
IC
Name: Kozak (if last name is needed) [Miller]
gender:male
description:6"9 white hair brown eyes muscluar build quiete type age 23 language:German, English{i actually know a little german so ill slip a few words in when he talks]
skin:soldier with camo and sunglasses [as soon as i can find a good one that is]
fears:none that anyone knows of due to him keeping to himself [scared of dieing]
like: stealth,sniping,quiete approach, distance combat, being unseen
can h/she build:yes
can he/she write:yes
can he/she read:yes
can he/she farm:yes but not very well
dislikes: loud people arrogant people dumb people raiders americans[he will work with them is he agrees with the cause] and melee combat
Rp example:Blending into the shadows, Kozak slips into the base without so much as a sound.
Backstory: Kozak Miller was born in Germany but moved to america at a very young age he learned english in the vaults but retained his German heritage. At age 13 Kozak joined the vault secruity force as a informer[or so he was told] and was told to spy on the bad kids. Kozak eager to be useful did what he was told and spied on the kids he didnt like. Kozak however had yet to learn how to be stealthy and was caught and serverly beaten and hospitalized by the kids. After he recovered Kozak trained in the art of stealth and combat.
At age 17 Kozak enlisted in the vault security force and was assinged as a gaurd/patrolman. Kozak was dissapointed with the amount of inaction his job had and later quit. By age 21 Kozak joined the few people that left the vault prepared to face the dangers of the outside world. Taking with him only his sniper rifle that he made and his favorite uniform that his father left behind left the vault and journyed outside the place he called home for 19 years to a life of danger and adventure
For the next 2 years Kozak served as a gaurd for the small settlements that had begun to start up but never foudn one that he liked and constantly wandered from town to town doing odd jobs and security work. It was a nice life but Kozak began to get bored with his routine and decided to start serving as a bodygaurd/ mercenary for people. This proved to be the challenge he was looking for becasue on his first day for his first client their group was attacked by raiders. Kozak useing the skills he trained and toned for 5 years repelled the raiders by sneaking through the shadows and surprising the raiders that thought it was gonna be a easy haul slowly he began to pick off each one without alerting the others. Kozak glad his skills could do good was later hired as a gun for hire to take out pesky raider parties along major trade routes between settlements in which he stills does today.
addtional information: I really hope i get accepted this server seems like alot of fun and i hope i can help in any way to make it even better.
Dirkism