Mine Craft name: john55223 Real life age: 14 Time zone: United States Eastern Standard Time Email:[email protected] (yes it has 2 j's, forgot my first pass for a year or so lol)
Role play experience: I have a fair amount of role play experience. I use to play on a server, back in alpha called EarthCraft, if I remember correctly. It was a server, that had a map imitating the real earth, but it was not near done. It was similar to this server, but had less features, and was still fun to play on. I hope that isn't an issue.
Server staff experience:Back in alpha, I use to be the co-owner of a server, owned by Plewwatson, (don't know if that made much sense) and it was a regular, semi-vanilla server, that used H-Mod to run. That was the first server I was a staff member on, and was pretty strict, but eventually we got into an argument, after he decided that the server should be reset, and multiple players disagreed. He banned me, and we haven't talked since. A few weeks later, I searched for some servers, and found a Moderator position on another server. Things were going great, then the server had to shut down, since the owner, did not have enough money to pay anymore. I later started up my own servers, first a survival server, then once that failed... Another survival server, which turned into a RPG server, which eventually had to shut down, because I could not pay for it, and it got griefed bad by the session stealer server. I then started a Prison server, called Mc-Prison, which was a great success, and ran for almost 6 months. The reason I shut it down, was because I could no longer pay the bills, as one of the $80 donators charged back the money, because we used buycraft.
Define meta gaming:Taking information you know about the game, and using the information to make decisions about your actions in that game.
Define Power Game: Playing a game efficiently, well, you play to get something fast, such as just work on leveling something, not caring about the economic value etc. My best example is RuneScape, even though I do not play the game anymore, you can "powermine," dropping resources you mine, to mine faster, and increase the amount of levels you will gain.
Are you a white listed on the server?: Not officially, I did try to become a developer for the server, after applying for the whitelist, but after I made one plugin, and realized the benefits of developer are not worth it, I talked to Sherlock and he said I can just stop working on the server then... Hard to explain, but yes I should be white-listed.
· Minecraft Name:rupertjw
· Real life age: (Lieing not taken lightly)12
· How you found this post:just looking for good rp server
· IC Name: (Charectors name) Robert Stone
· IC Age: Charectors Age)19
· Ambitions: (What does your charector want to do with there life?) Robert just wants a new start and that will involve stealing if he has to, but he really wants to be a cop.
· Personality: (What is your charector like?)smooth, funny, not very brave, not strong, wont hurt women, or hurt people for no reason,
· Preferred Job: (Does not have to be from small list. Almost any modern job excepted. NOTE: This is not your first job. This is what your charector WANTS for a job.) conman
· Biography: (Explain how your charector ended up here. NOTE: All charectors start off in a small apartment with 100$. NOTHING ELSE.)
Robert Stone was born in London, he didn't know his father, or his mother, he was adopted.
Robert was not a very strong boy or smart with numbers and figures, but he was fast and had street smarts.
Robert lived in an old rubish home for boys, he soon found out that the headmaster was an old ugly lady named Mis Smith, we never new her first name, but the boys called her witch, not just because of her lovely personality! She had a long nose and a big red wart on the tip of it.
she allways held a ruller, to smack the boys if they missbehaved.
The boys rooms were old, moldy and smelt awful!
one day a small basket was deliverd at the door step, that would happen sometimes it would usaly have a baby boy in it, but this one had something else, Robert was the one to open the door, he picked up the basket and pulled the wight sheet off it, there was no baby there, a strang note was in it, the note said Dear Mis Smith, we need your tax income today or we will be forced to shut down your buisness.
I was shocked but before I could turn around Mis Smith grabed the note read it and then sent me to my room,
I was scared and hoping she would pay the tax,( I know the place was a dumb but it was a home)
The next day the door rang and a man came in with a suit and breifcase, he smiled at me then walked to Mis Smith,
She had a scared look on her face, they went in a room and started to talk, all i could hear was muttering and then shouting!
soon Mis Smith was underarrest when that happened I just was even scareder
I was sent to a nicer home for boys but just after 2 days a nice couple came and took me away,
they were very nice and seemed to love my sarcastic personality, soon I was in a big beutiful house!
when i walked in I just calapsed on the clean ground and smile, I was soo happy,
now all i wish is that i stayed at the home for boys or got picked up by some one else.........
after 3 days i started to wonder why there were no buttlers or maids because the house was so big, so i asked my new mum,
she smiled and said "I clean the house hunny" so i asked why i never see her clean it, she said that she did while i was asleep.
i wish it were true, one day i hear my new dad talking to someone on the phone he sounded angry, i watch as he said "now give me the money or the kid will die!" I was in shock! i quikly turned around to get out when my (mum) tryed to grab me! i got out of her hold and ran out the door! i saw there car so i got in and started the engine, I drove i was so much shock that i crashed into a tree!
i got out and saw a sing say Sherlock City 10 miles. and now i begin my new start.
Adre, I ain't staff or anything, (yet) but you misspelled somethings, such as knew, you wrote new. I am guessing English isn't your first language, but just giving feedback.
I am guessing you were born in London, and took an English class. Pretty good effort, I couldn't do this in French for jack, even though I take a French class.
Guys, for the record, I cannot look over everyone's application at request, I can assure you I have most likely seen it as I read anything thats sent into my email via the topic following. So relax, you'll know if you were accepted or not in due time. Sherlock wants to post the list so no one is confused about who is posting lists.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
· Minecraft Name: XxMario27xX · Real life age: 12 but mature · How you found this post: I was searching for a rpg server on the forums · IC Name: Tom Katikson · IC Age: 22 · Gender: Male · Ambitions: Have alot of friends and stay active · Personality: Kind, Vegitarian, Active, Social, Loves the outdoors and dosint like cars · Preferred Job: Police Officer, Detective, Fire Fighter or a Chairity
Let me give you an example of a medium quality biography.
Corledion was born... Noone really remembers when Corledion was born. Suffice to say, it was a long time ago. He remembers almost nothing about his childhood, except that it was a small town near the heart of Javil. His parents spent days away from home, and time spent around others was never quite right. Corledion began working with his father binding books at a young age. Well, working is perhaps not the right word. Watching from a young age, certainly. He would watch for hours. While nothing was written in the books, Corledion would often wonder what would be written there. Would it be religion? information? decoration? Anything was possible. Corledion would watch the books as his father took them to the market to sell to those that had ordered them fourteen days ago.
As Corledion grew older, so did his father. He took longer and longer to bind the books, but luckily Corledion was soon able to help. His father allowed him to bind one book every fortnight, and Corledion would often finish the books just before sale time when he began to help, at age ten. By age thirteen, he was able to complete five books in the two week period. While all this was going on, those he knew were moving further and further from him. His mother, even, began to fade from his life. She was there at home, but quietly. Corledion was never there anyway. He was always binding books. His bond with his father was strong, but none else. He continued like this for several years, all the while his father talking about wanting to read.
Once Corledion's father passed away of old age, noone was surprised. He was already sixty-five, and the age most died at in this small village was only fifty. Certainly, Cerledion was sad, but he was ready. It took him several years to truly get over his father's death, and he took comfort in binding books. He decided that to remember his father he was going to learn to read. He went to the library, at that time with only three shelves half filled with books, and asked to learn. The librarian looked at him tersely. He was a working man! Why was he asking to read? What a strange person. The librarian, after a pause, directed Corledion to the old man sitting in the corner. His eyes were warm and inviting, even though they were buried deep in a book. When Corledion approached, the man looked up and became even more inviting.
"Please, pull up a chair."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"Sssh." The man placed a gentle finger on his crackled lips.
"I buy empty books from you, Corledion. You interest me, you know. You sit around, all day, binding books. I stare at you, sometimes. I feel as though... as though something's missing from you. Is it your father?"
Caoledion felt himself warming to this man faster than anyone he'd ever met.
"N- no, I've recovered from my fathe-"
Suddenly there's a lump in his throat. The man pats him on the back and gives him a gentle hug.
"It's ok. I remember when my father died. It took me many moons to recover. Give it time, you'll recover."
"Y- yes. tha- thankyou."
"C- could you teach me to read, please?"
"Oh, Corledion, you don't even know my name! But I would be happy to."
The man extends his hand.
"Ralon. Ralon Azert."
"I know, I know." Accompanied with a warm smile.
From that point on, three times a week Corledion would go and learn with Ralon. For years he learned, until he was able to read the biggest book in the library. By this time, Corledion was thirty five. Ralon was feeble, and his eyes were more crinkles than iris. But the warmth was still there. They continued to meet until Ralon's death.Ralon didn't arrive at the library one day. Corledion waited, and waited. But Ralon was never late; he was more accurate than the town clock. Corledion's subconscious realized it first. The solid throat, then the blurred vision. Corledion was quiet as he cried.
The funeral was quiet. Corledion, Ralon's son from the capital, and the preist. Ralon had left his entire collection of books to Corledion, and his house. Ralon's son was given the rest of his estate.
Corledion moved into the house seven months after Ralon's death. Before then, he was continually arriving at the library to meet him, and then realizing. Sometimes he would vocalise his sadness, sometimes it would be quiet. Sometimes he would walk to the table and then realize, sometimes as he saw the building. But it was always the same.
For the next twenty four years of his life, Corledion recluded. He sold his books, still, and left a maker's mark inside the back cover. But again they felt hollow. The dusty books on the shelves of the old home continued to gather. Corledion continued to go to the library and sit, sometimes with one of Ralon's books, sometimes with one from the library's now meagre collection of forty nine books. Corledion decided that people needed to share reading more. He bought a small house, and he opened Ralon's as a library itself. People came, read, and enjoyed themselves. Corledion's books no longer felt hollow.
That is one I wrote for a different RP server a while back. Your biography was one sentence. Work harder.
Minecraft Name: slime602 · Real life age: 13 · How you found this post: Google · IC Name: Ted · IC Age: 21 · Gender: Male. · Ambitions: My character wants to be rich. Personality: Ted gets distracted easily unless he is doing something he likes. · Preferred Job: I don't know if i can do this but secret service and if not a police then. · Biography: He was born on April 5th and never really knew what his parents did but he kinda found out they were secret agents so he wanted to be in the secret service.