Minecraft Name:flame12545
Real Life Age:14
How You Found This Post:I searched detective agency minecraft 1.4.2 servers on google
IC Name:Ash Sanders
IC Age:27
Gender:male
Ambitions:hitman or bounty hunter something like that
Personality:very quiet, sneaky,very beliveable lier,and can persuade easily
Biography:grew up as a street rat both parents murdered had his first murder at 14 when he found his parents murderer then a few months later he joined a hitman group has killed many times and is practicly rich and a master of disguise
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minecraft name: rooterpro1
real life age: 11
how you found this post: the forums were all on right now
IC name: luke final
IC age:19
gender:male
Ambitions:lord/miner/builder
personality:sneaky,quiet,good liar,can intimidate easily
biography:grew up in a tribe and parents were killed at age 9 and after that i found out i was a lord and decided to help all people in need
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scratch that up there^ Redo please!
minecraft name:rooterpro1
real life age:11 how you found this post: the forums were all on right now IC name: luke final IC age:19 gender:male Ambitions:builder/miner/protector personality:sneaky,quiet,good liar,can intimidate easily biography:i lived in the streets with my parents until murderurs came and killed them (like in batman but like 3 years old) i later learned that they were part of a protection service and a secret agency to protect the streets so i thought i might as well join the agency and protection service and then later i became a part time construction worker building houses and getting resouces its wonderful.
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."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"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."
A pause.
"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."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"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.
If your biography is less than this, then it's not overly good. You can't explain a character's motives well without a lot of story. It should also be devoid of cliches.
NB: This is a bio I wrote a while back for a different RP server.
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.
I am full English, I just have deslexea, if you dont know what it is, it's were i cant read or wright as good as anyone else, but thanks for that i want my app to be perfect for the server.
Minecraft Name:manwar7
Real Life Age:15
How You Found This Post:Surfing the fourms annd came across it
IC Name:Peter
IC Age:24
Gender:Male
Ambitions:To become a gang leader and rule the streets!
Personality:Strong,outgoing,brave and short tempered
Preferred Job:Gang member/leader/robber/muderer/assassin/drug dealer any crime related job
Biography:After robbing and murdering famous people in other citys and towns,Peter decided to move to SHerlock City to continue his reign of terror and crime.He hopes to lead a gang and become very powerful.
Minecraft Name:manwar7
Real Life Age:15
Biography:After robbing and murdering famous people in other citys and towns,Peter decided to move to SHerlock City to continue his reign of terror and crime.He hopes to lead a gang and become very powerful.
Minecraft Name: ZeBenjam
· Real life age: 13· How you found this post: Searched "Minecraft Real Life Role Play"
· IC Name: Kip Zalicka
· IC Age: 21
· Gender: Male
· Ambitions: Married, Wants To Have Fun In Life
· Personality: Friendly, Funny, KInd And Loving
· Preferred Job: Teacher
· Biography: When Kip was only 7 his parents got a divorce. He was seperated from his dad and never really know how to be a real man. He grew up with his mother and became a loving, caring man. He was always in libraries and now wants to share his knowledge with children. He lives in a small, rurual town, with no children. He moves to the city and into a small apartment to pursue his dream and start a fresh life away from home.
Minecraft Name: ZeBenjam
· Real life age: 13· How you found this post: Searched "Minecraft Real Life Role Play"
· IC Name: Kip Zalicka
· IC Age: 21
· Gender: Male
· Ambitions: Married, Wants To Have Fun In Life
· Personality: Friendly, Funny, KInd And Loving
· Preferred Job: Teacher
· Biography: When Kip was only 7 his parents got a divorce. He was seperated from his dad and never really know how to be a real man. He grew up with his mother and became a loving, caring man. He was always in libraries and now wants to share his knowledge with children. He lives in a small, rurual town, with no children. He moves to the city and into a small apartment to pursue his dream and start a fresh life away from home.
Whitelist Application: · Minecraft Name: Fengaroo · Real life age: (Lying not taken lightly) 17, going on 18. · How you found this post: Minecraft Forums · IC Name: (Characters name) Ashley · IC Age: Characters Age) 18 · Gender: Female · Ambitions: (What does your character want to do with there life?) My character is just trying to get out of poverty. She's addicted to a plethora of illegal drugs, and probably won't be getting out of her gang life. She's extremely rude to most people, but if she likes you, she's a powerful friend. She wants to make a large amount of money in the quickest way possible. That includes lying, cheating, stealing, and double-crossing. · Personality: (What is your character like?) My character appears to be nice and normal. Very attractive, clean, and enthusiastic. But when it comes down to her actual personality, she will do whatever she can for power and money. She grew up in poverty and joined a gang at the age of 16. She's robbed, two-faced, and killed out of situations that many hadn't. · 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 character WANTS for a job.) She wants to be a gang leader, or a gang member. It really depend on her situation and motives. She could settle for a bounty hunter. Anything violent and quick to make cash. · Biography: (Explain how your character ended up here. NOTE: All characters start off in a small apartment with 100$. NOTHING ELSE.) As explained, Ashley grew up in a broken home and a broken family. Her mother died when she was 4, and her father was a heavy drug user and drinker. They wouldn't supply her with a proper education, or a proper way of growing up. She had little to no friends. When she turned 13, she started a gang with a couple friends, John, and Luke. They became mischievous. They tagged buildings, made a club house, did drugs and drank alcohol. They did everything from vandalism to mugging, and they made a lot of money off of doing so. Eventually, at the age of 17, she and her gang merged with a rising gang, and after a couple of months, they have taken over most of the ally ways and neighborhoods. The only problem was that when she turned 18, she was caught taking money from the gang, and was brutally beaten and thrown out of the gang. Her father disowned her, her friends hated her, and she had nothing and nowhere to go except a broken, beaten up apartment building, and the $100 she stole from the gang. She's waiting on a chance to make more money, and have a lot of fun doing it as well.
I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to check my application and consider it.
I'm looking forward to a reply!
Real Life Age:14
How You Found This Post:I searched detective agency minecraft 1.4.2 servers on google
IC Name:Ash Sanders
IC Age:27
Gender:male
Ambitions:hitman or bounty hunter something like that
Personality:very quiet, sneaky,very beliveable lier,and can persuade easily
Biography:grew up as a street rat both parents murdered had his first murder at 14 when he found his parents murderer then a few months later he joined a hitman group has killed many times and is practicly rich and a master of disguise
real life age: 11
how you found this post: the forums were all on right now
IC name: luke final
IC age:19
gender:male
Ambitions:lord/miner/builder
personality:sneaky,quiet,good liar,can intimidate easily
biography:grew up in a tribe and parents were killed at age 9 and after that i found out i was a lord and decided to help all people in need
minecraft name:rooterpro1
real life age:11
how you found this post: the forums were all on right now
IC name: luke final
IC age:19
gender:male
Ambitions:builder/miner/protector
personality:sneaky,quiet,good liar,can intimidate easily
biography:i lived in the streets with my parents until murderurs came and killed them (like in batman but like 3 years old) i later learned that they were part of a protection service and a secret agency to protect the streets so i thought i might as well join the agency and protection service and then later i became a part time construction worker building houses and getting resouces its wonderful.
Keep on derpin'
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."
"H- hello."
"Hello, Corledion. How is the binding treating you?"
"How-"
"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."
A pause.
"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."
"Corledion Jeshin."
"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.
If your biography is less than this, then it's not overly good. You can't explain a character's motives well without a lot of story. It should also be devoid of cliches.
NB: This is a bio I wrote a while back for a different RP server.
Real Life Age:15
How You Found This Post:Surfing the fourms annd came across it
IC Name:Peter
IC Age:24
Gender:Male
Ambitions:To become a gang leader and rule the streets!
Personality:Strong,outgoing,brave and short tempered
Preferred Job:Gang member/leader/robber/muderer/assassin/drug dealer any crime related job
Biography:After robbing and murdering famous people in other citys and towns,Peter decided to move to SHerlock City to continue his reign of terror and crime.He hopes to lead a gang and become very powerful.
Are you sure your RLA isn't lower ?
Nilloc dude just saying, that dyeing sand idea to make tinted glass is awesome. Can i support it somewhere?
· Real life age: 13·
How you found this post: Searched "Minecraft Real Life Role Play"
· IC Name: Kip Zalicka
· IC Age: 21
· Gender: Male
· Ambitions: Married, Wants To Have Fun In Life
· Personality: Friendly, Funny, KInd And Loving
· Preferred Job: Teacher
· Biography: When Kip was only 7 his parents got a divorce. He was seperated from his dad and never really know how to be a real man. He grew up with his mother and became a loving, caring man. He was always in libraries and now wants to share his knowledge with children. He lives in a small, rurual town, with no children. He moves to the city and into a small apartment to pursue his dream and start a fresh life away from home. I am a very mature 13 y.o by the way.
Yeah. I think you can just click the sig and go from there.
· Minecraft Name: Fengaroo
· Real life age: (Lying not taken lightly) 17, going on 18.
· How you found this post: Minecraft Forums
· IC Name: (Characters name) Ashley
· IC Age: Characters Age) 18
· Gender: Female
· Ambitions: (What does your character want to do with there life?) My character is just trying to get out of poverty. She's addicted to a plethora of illegal drugs, and probably won't be getting out of her gang life. She's extremely rude to most people, but if she likes you, she's a powerful friend. She wants to make a large amount of money in the quickest way possible. That includes lying, cheating, stealing, and double-crossing.
· Personality: (What is your character like?) My character appears to be nice and normal. Very attractive, clean, and enthusiastic. But when it comes down to her actual personality, she will do whatever she can for power and money. She grew up in poverty and joined a gang at the age of 16. She's robbed, two-faced, and killed out of situations that many hadn't.
· 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 character WANTS for a job.) She wants to be a gang leader, or a gang member. It really depend on her situation and motives. She could settle for a bounty hunter. Anything violent and quick to make cash.
· Biography: (Explain how your character ended up here. NOTE: All characters start off in a small apartment with 100$. NOTHING ELSE.) As explained, Ashley grew up in a broken home and a broken family. Her mother died when she was 4, and her father was a heavy drug user and drinker. They wouldn't supply her with a proper education, or a proper way of growing up. She had little to no friends. When she turned 13, she started a gang with a couple friends, John, and Luke. They became mischievous. They tagged buildings, made a club house, did drugs and drank alcohol. They did everything from vandalism to mugging, and they made a lot of money off of doing so. Eventually, at the age of 17, she and her gang merged with a rising gang, and after a couple of months, they have taken over most of the ally ways and neighborhoods. The only problem was that when she turned 18, she was caught taking money from the gang, and was brutally beaten and thrown out of the gang. Her father disowned her, her friends hated her, and she had nothing and nowhere to go except a broken, beaten up apartment building, and the $100 she stole from the gang. She's waiting on a chance to make more money, and have a lot of fun doing it as well.
I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to check my application and consider it.
I'm looking forward to a reply!
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