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    posted a message on -= Last Horizon =- The Skylands Project - Heroes - No Sharp/Prot - Towny
    MINECRAFT NAME: SeanShon
    AGE: 14.5
    HOW AWESOME ARE YOU ON A SCALE OF 1-10?: 6I'm also going to make a post for my friend Andrew, as well.

    MINECRAFT NAME: quadrider8
    AGE: 14
    HOW AWESOME ARE YOU ON A SCALE OF 1-10?: 3.141592654
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on NatoCraft [24/7 Bukkit] [Zombie Apacolypse!] [Factions] [Chestshop] [Economy] [Roleplay]
    IGN: SeanShon
    Age: 14, I turn 15 next September.
    Why you wish to join: I want to join soely to play against zombies, and people. I want to try surviving harsh enviornments and try honing my PVE skills, as well as the occasional PVP skill. I would appreciate joining to also meet the community and know about some of you people a little more!
    Accept the rules: Why would I say No? I accept them.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Looking for Builders and Moderators For A Good Server
    • Position wanted: (List What you would like to work for) Builder. Specifically hidden buildings.
    • Name: Sean Z-------
    • User Name: SeanShon
    • Age: 14
    • Skype Name: klownmaster44
    • Experience in Building: (Please give a link to a project or a picture of something you have
    • worked on) Decent, however I have no pictures of my builds. Alot of the world have been deleted, usually Single player.
    • Experience with Staff: (Your Rank on the server and the server IP) Decent experience with Staff communication, however I myself have never been a staff member, and do not want to be.
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on Outlands: Apocalypse Australia Revamp| Post-Apocalypic Serious RP Server | 5 Factions | Instances | MCMMO | Emerald Economy
    Minecraft account name: SeanShon

    Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.

    Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.

    Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.

    Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.

    Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.

    Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.

    Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.

    In Character (IC)
    Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies
    Faction (Optional): N/A
    How old is your character: 24

    How does your character act? Difficult to really get along with, he is usually shown to be more interested in Scribes and technology, compared to other people you would find. He does not like to dwell on a serious situation. Usually tries losing himself in stories.

    Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his scribes friendship material.

    Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie constantly looks for whatever joy he can find. He is very interested

    Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.

    Does your character have any weaknesses? He cannot dwell on bad situations, his time in the slaves camps have shown him that the world is too serious for him to be really "there".

    Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father's death, and Raider camps. The trauma made him become a recluse for his adult life.

    Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):

    Growing up in an old abandoned bomb shelter on a day to day basis was two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world, they made a child. The date finally came, September 25th, 2221. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace everyone was okay. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. She hemorrhaged. Blood would not stop. The Mother bled to death, leaving the Father all alone. Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man, however. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery meat", his father scrounged.

    His father had always said; "If I never gotten those books, you'd see the big picture." Richie never understood what he meant. He's never even seen a picture out of his story book. But when he was finally old enough, Richie was allowed to go with his father to help with food scrounging, they ran out the day before. The lands were considered very deadly at the time, too many raiders were around their home on the eastern seaboard. It was almost impossible to be out in the open without one bullet flying past your head. 16 and ready to face to world, Richie was ecstatic the very first time out of his shelter! Then he saw the big picture. Fallout all around him. He never knew the world was destroyed so many years ago. Now his father shown him the truth.

    They had gone to a nearby Home, Raiders already traveled past there disposing of the inhabitants outback. In the middle of scrounging by the building some yelling was heard outside. They were seen. Because not long after, an ax slammed in the door. A Raider was laughing as he poked his head through the hole- only to be cut short by a bullet to the brain. Richie's father told his son to get under the bed, and shut up. Awfully blunt in times of terror. Richie obeyed his father, grabbing the combat knife his father lent him. Raiders tore the door down and began attacking his father, two were badly wounded but the third managed to knock Father to the ground. In desperate times... Richie grabbed the raiders leg and plunged a blade deep within, to which a pained scream and a twist of a blade, caused the raider to collapse out of agony. Richie grabbed a chair, slamming it on the back of the raider's neck. One down, two getting up.

    Richie thought quickly, looking for something. Grabbing the chair, he threatened the men with it. A tad useless. They grabbed the chair and dragged him outside, one pinning him to the ground, the other going back inside with a hand gun. Two shots fired. Richie knew one was for his father, and the other for the wounded raider. Richie's blood went cold, hearing the now stained floor, be covered in his father's brain matter. Tear streaked down his face. He was alone. Oh wait, the Raider sitting on his back was still there. Laughing. Wonderful. They grabbed some of the left over gear, no use to waste it. They proceeded to drag Richie to a camp. He was going to become a slave for them.

    Richie was worked heavily in the mine, constantly lugging the stones back, either for weaponry, or building material. He made sure he would get revenge. One day he grabbed a Jagged stone from the pile. While other slaves picked away at the pile for some hidden gems, Richie was slowly creeping behind the guard. One chance, or he would end up tonight's Dinner. Slam. Clean. Simple. Quick. Blood pooled quietly from the raider's ear. A heavy blow from behind, in the neck. He was dead for sure. Now digging through his supplies, he took some of the tire armor. It had been 4 years of forced labor. Time to cash the pay check. Payment in Blood. Grabbing the key ring, he opened the gate. No more running from problems, someone needed to end them.

    Within 24 hours, half the raider camp was in panic. Some raiders got the other slaves locked away, but Richie was still at large. He assaulted a armed guard, and stole his 9 mm. Three shots later, and you can guess Raiders would be fixing to end it. Richie now hid in the cave. Not much he could do but wait. Raiders crept into the cave, many armed with metal bats and small firearms. They we're not even going to kill Richie by the looks of it. They were making him into a game almost. Winner gets to torture him to death in the cave. But this is not how it's going down. If Richie took a shot, he'd have to be quick. But if he used stealth...

    Aiming to the stalactites he shot one down, scaring the raider near it. More shots went to the ceiling, come on. A few more slammed to the ground. Raiders began growing panicked.That was good news to Richie. Less likely to be tort- Wait. Crumbling. Something was crumbling above them. The ceiling began collapsing. Raiders ran out screaming, as Richie rushed for the door. He was trapped. The rocks were blocking his path, and slowly more began filling into the cave. Only way to go was... Down. Deeper in the cave was only other trapped slaves who we're fast enough to run away from their work.

    There was only one thing they could do. Grabbing their picks, they worked away at the door for hours. So much time in this camp made their work easier than most people would've thought. Richie was free of the dark hole, with their help. The Raiders had fled their camp. No need to have a "loose" armed slave running around. If he outsmarted Raiders, they knew he was gonna get them back. But that was all in their heads, and much less Richie's. He had something else in mind. As the slaves celebrated their freedom, he went into the camp's dormitory. He dug through looking for his radio. He flipped it to the first song he found, and dug into the spare supplies, such as paint and armor. Richie smeared a small rainbow onto his chest and decorated his face similar to the Jester in his stories. A big blue smirk, and yellow star, and a big purple slash mark. He cut a rubber ball and tied it onto his nose with thin fabric.

    He walked out looking like some misfit raider. Hopefully he'd look raider enough to be left alone. But no need to fear, he loaded up on some extra rounds in his scrounging into the dormitory. Time to head out. The time spent out walking the land had taught him to always be positive. His Father was a topic he swore to avoid. Never again. No. Never mention him again. He was gone. Raiders ignored him enough to leave their territory with only a "Freak" being muttered here and there. The trip overall taken a year of careful maneuvering among hostiles. Richie fled to what was an abandoned library. He called it home now. Looking over some old books he furthered his knowledge in tech, and put it to use. He began recording travels in between trading posts, for travel records. This information would help him decide how people can properly supply themselves for travel. He now hopes for being known for his aid in the new world, and not for some kid who managed to escape raiders.

    Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):

    Walking into the abandoned building, bookcases covered in dust and ash reach almost to the ceiling. There stands in the center of the building is a young man, a small scent of meat stays in the room. He waves hello, ushering you to an old wheelie chair. "Howdy." his voice is scratchy. You look at him curious. "My name is Stiches! I'm a travel scribe!" Whatever that is, he seems happy to see you, and that's a first in a place like this. "I usually just sit here patiently waiting for someone like you to come along! Where are you heading to?" Of course you bring up heading towards the Stranded's locations, scattered around.

    He turns very serious, yet his face paint still forms a smirk. "Well there are a few north of this building, they're scattered everywhere honestly... Look, I can tell you where some other locations are. Like maybe your path is going into Raider territory far west, or Eastern into the Empire's lands." Obviously this guy knows a little about what he is talking about. "Maybe you'd like me to tag along? I can be pretty useful when dealing with... Unkind company." He face turns back to a grin. "Either way, I can help out." He holds up a book, the cover is worn but fresh ink is on the pages. "I am writing a survival guide against raiders of the sort! Care to help?" He looks at you with eyes full of hope.

    Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
    Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a melee weapon of the sort. He is lightly dressed for someone living in nuclear fallout.

    So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right? Ha ha... God I hope this is acceptable.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Outlands: Apocalypse Australia Revamp| Post-Apocalypic Serious RP Server | 5 Factions | Instances | MCMMO | Emerald Economy
    Any suggestions on how I can fix the application?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Outlands: Apocalypse Australia Revamp| Post-Apocalypic Serious RP Server | 5 Factions | Instances | MCMMO | Emerald Economy
    Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery" meat, his father scrounged. Richie always wanted to leave the hole with his father, and his wish would be granted.

    Sorry, the text surprised me when it shrunk, I didn't do that intentionally.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Outlands: Apocalypse Australia Revamp| Post-Apocalypic Serious RP Server | 5 Factions | Instances | MCMMO | Emerald Economy
    Out of Character (OOC)

    Minecraft account name: SeanShon

    Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.

    Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.

    Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.

    Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.

    Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.

    Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.

    Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.

    In Character (IC)
    Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies
    Faction (Optional): N/A
    How old is your character: 24

    How does your character act? A very peculiar man, often talking on his radio or sitting in a hole. He constantly wonders what other people look like since he spent the majority of his time a sheltered young man. Very paranoid around violence and hard to provoke.

    Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his radio his best friend.

    Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie is very well educated in Grammar and writting, but lacks common sense for the most part, often becoming violently irradiated or eating rotten meat. He understands basic math and is able to talk in confusing metaphors.

    Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.

    Does your character have any weaknesses? Very difficult to keep most regular food down, seeing as his stomach is more accustomed to mutant flesh. He also suffers from paranoia around armed people.

    Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father, and Raiders.

    Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
    Growing up in a hole on a day to day basis. Two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world. But today was different. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. So much. Everywhere. Mother bleed to death, leaving the Father all alone.

    Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery" meat, his father scrounged. Richie always wanted to leave the hole with his father, and his wish would be granted.

    It was like any other day. Richie begged his father to go out, and finally he gotten the yes he wanted. 16 and ready to face to world. But then something went wrong, while they grabbed their supplies from a abandoned shed, bullets crashed and banged against the wall, Richie was shoved to the ground by his father and they hid quietly on the floor. Two men, heavily armed opened the door, soon after. Richie's father equipped a combat knife, leaping at the raiders, only to be gunned down. Richie begged for freedom, the men began laughing. Fight or Flight, Richie leaped for the men, knocking one to the ground, he gripped the combat knife with intent. Stabbing into the throat, he made sure to snag the 9mm in the raider's grip, firing into the other. He walked out, some clay, hair gel, and minor armor was all he could get off them, most ammo was lost. He continued his way, looking for the hole again. For Home.

    Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
    [if approached by a wanderer]
    Stiches: Howdy there. You look a tad droll.
    Wanderer: Well... hello... there... Uh...?
    Stiches: What is up? Another boring day huh?
    Wanderer: Why are you in this hole...?
    Stiches: Well you see I am in this hole because this is my home.
    Wanderer: Well listen-
    Stiches: What are you ridiculing my life for?
    Wanderer: Wha-
    Stiches: Look I don't want a problem. Just go.
    Wanderer: What?
    Stiches: GET OUT! I HAVE NOTHING YOU NEED!
    Wanderer: What the hell?!
    Stiches: RAUGH! [fleeing deeper into the cave]

    [If approached by an armed person]
    Stiches: ... [wide eyed and looking for a chance to strike]
    Raider: Hey punk, you look awfully lost. Why're you in this hole?
    Stiches: Just... uh... chilling.
    Raider: On your knees, punk.
    Stiches: Please, just stop...
    Raider: Aw, little baby wanna cry?
    Stiches: N-no.
    Raider: Knees- NOW.
    Stiches kicks a rock further down the tunnel.
    Raider: You got friends down there too? [wandering past him]
    Stiches: Go look...[grabbing another rock behind the raider] RAUGH! [bashing the rock into his dome]

    Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
    Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a scooter tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a weapon.

    So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ★Eternal Imperium★[1.5.1] [Serious Roleplaying Community] [24/7] [Custom Plugins] [RP For Players] [Bukkit] [Dragons] [Races] [M
    Aw man, the update wont let me back on the server! D:

    I really wish I could get on, but until then I guess I can happily sit here.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ★Eternal Imperium★[1.5.1] [Serious Roleplaying Community] [24/7] [Custom Plugins] [RP For Players] [Bukkit] [Dragons] [Races] [M
    Minecraft Username: SeanShon
    Roleplay Name: Rikki Jessies
    Character Race: Human
    Profession: Rouge

    Job: Alchemist
    Kingdom: Imperium Republic
    Your Character’s Goal in Life: Create an agricultural market in the desert.
    Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]:

    Grown in a small village he had much promised to him. Wealth, food, and protection. However his village was soon burned down by Raiders. They murdered many of his people, and his parents escaped with him. His Brother and Sister were never recovered from the wreckage of the village, and presumed dead. Rikki was now raised in a roaming home, no actual place he could relax, and no one he really considered close.

    He has spent many years gathering herbs and materials for creating potions and supplies. He however has no success. Now his plans involved agriculture within a place similar to his village. A well hidden hole in the ground, he now grows plants for hungry travelers who come across his hiding place. When he feels it is time, he will move into the city and start being social. But until then, he is remaining quiet and mysterious to travelers of the desert.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ★Eternal Imperium★[1.5.1] [Serious Roleplaying Community] [24/7] [Custom Plugins] [RP For Players] [Bukkit] [Dragons] [Races] [M
    Username: SeanShon
    Roleplay name: Sir Jest Smirk
    Race: Human
    Profession: Rouge
    Job: Political figure.
    Kingdom: Iron Citadel

    Physical appearance: A somewhat bold man. Constantly hides his face behind a smirking clown mask. His hair drapes around it, and he quietly laughs while speaking. He stands at 6'2.

    Personality: Extremely erratic mentality, one second a peaceful loving member of Citadel, next a slaver/murderer who would hunt down anyone he feels like.

    Goal in Life: New emperor of Citadel.

    Backstory:

    Born into a swampy family, he grew rice and sugar canes for almost all of his life. Lost of things washed up on the bay near his house, including... A mask. Once he put it on, the voices filled his head with wonderful promises and constant glee. Never again would he take anything serious. Now he simply goes around laughing, loving, lynching, and lecturing his fellow man.

    He arrived for new ideas. Once he had heard of the Emperor's death, that was when his ideas began. "Run for citadel!" His voices all chanted in the back of his mind. Now Jest is working for just that. With promises of warm food and stone to all citizens under his rule, he is planning to be the perfect leader. Now if only he could find the perfect way to hang a escaping slave.

    CODE: BVX26
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Stranded: A Minecraft RP (Accepting!)
    Almost forgot:
    Other: Pi
    Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
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    posted a message on Stranded: A Minecraft RP (Accepting!)
    Name*: Rusty Clip
    Age*: 23
    Personality: A tad crude with humor, and logic, he will often keep quiet, and try scaring others. However, he does think for the team most of the time.
    Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
    Bio*: Raised in a small farm when he was young, he was interested in creatures he had seen at night. After slaughtering plenty in his later years, he grew bored and began looking at raw material all around. He gathered plentiful amounts and began working on brewing stands, making all kinds of sick nasty magics. He often serves up some good old potions and usually makes sure to have a few now and then just in case.
    Special Item (for stranded people): Regular seeds he calls Magic Moron Seeds.
    Other*: Has a strange acceptance of Clowns, and hates Owls.
    Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
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    posted a message on ★Eternal Imperium★[1.5.1] [Serious Roleplaying Community] [24/7] [Custom Plugins] [RP For Players] [Bukkit] [Dragons] [Races] [M
    Minecraft Username: SeanShon
    Roleplay Name: Bongo the Jester
    Character Race: Human
    Profession: Rouge

    Job: Jester/Alchemist

    Kingdom: The Iron Citadel

    Physical Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/vW0GN08.png

    Personality: Usually optimistic, but can get a tad aggressive.

    Your Character’s Goal in Life: Get a small battalion of Bums to help him travel the kingdoms in hopes of helping those in need.

    Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]
    A man who had once owned a decent home, he was robbed by bandits. He now lives a regular life, usually near pubs or outskirts of villages, he is somewhat of a beggar. He hopes to grow back to his respectful rank in society. But he has quite some time before he can. He is now alone in the lands.

    Bongo keeps quiet and usually mumbles a joke even in the most serious of moments. Often he has a problem with expressing himself if he gets upset, or enraged. He drinks on occasion but mainly walks the streets, either helping those in need of a favor, or entertaining others for some scraps, and cash. When his time comes he usually embraces it with open arms. He promised never to harm people for the shear thrill, but only if provoked.

    Special Code: BVX26
    Posted in: PC Servers
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