Minecraft Username: FlyLizard
[optional]What do you think of the server?: I haven't been on long enough to have an opinion. ): It looks really nice, though.
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...
IGN: FlyLizard
Why Us: Because other servers suck.
Time You Can Dedicate to server: All day, every day.
Name: Harry Potter Mac.
Gender: Male,
Age: Seventeen
Personality: I get distracted way too easily. I'm unbiased, not very talkative at first... uhm. I'm socially awkward, don't enjoy large crowds. I also love long walks on the beach. Oh god, sorry I got off track.
Nickname (Optional): Fly or Liz.
Skin (Link, picture, description): (awesome)
Backstory (3-4 brief sentences.): Of me IRL or in game...? And why does it matter?
I was born in Georgia, grew up in Georgia, and I'm continuing to grow up in Georgia.
Will you donate to the server: Probably not.
Have you been on other servers: Yep.
If yes, what servers: Again, why does this matter? I've been on too many to remember.
Have you ever been banned from another server: Neva.
If yes, briefly explain why and what server is was: n/a
Why do you want to join our server: Because other servers suck. And I'm awesome.
Do you agree if you grief, you will be permabanned on the spot: Totally.
In game name: FlyLizard
Age: Seventeen
Minecraft Age: Um. Should I know this? I don't know.
Minecraft skills: Archery(?), building, making gardens and stuff, etc.
Additional information: I'm awesome.
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[optional]What do you think of the server?: I haven't been on long enough to have an opinion. ): It looks really nice, though.
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Why Us: Because other servers suck.
Time You Can Dedicate to server: All day, every day.
Name:
Harry PotterMac.Gender: Male,
Age: Seventeen
Personality: I get distracted way too easily. I'm unbiased, not very talkative at first... uhm. I'm socially awkward, don't enjoy large crowds. I also love long walks on the beach. Oh god, sorry I got off track.
Nickname (Optional): Fly or Liz.
Skin (Link, picture, description):
Backstory (3-4 brief sentences.): Of me IRL or in game...? And why does it matter?
I was born in Georgia, grew up in Georgia, and I'm continuing to grow up in Georgia.
Will you donate to the server: Probably not.
Have you been on other servers: Yep.
If yes, what servers: Again, why does this matter? I've been on too many to remember.
Have you ever been banned from another server: Neva.
If yes, briefly explain why and what server is was: n/a
Why do you want to join our server: Because other servers suck. And I'm awesome.
Do you agree if you grief, you will be permabanned on the spot: Totally.
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Age: Seventeen
Minecraft Age: Um. Should I know this? I don't know.
Minecraft skills: Archery(?), building, making gardens and stuff, etc.
Additional information: I'm awesome.
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Age: Seventeen
Are you willing to be active on our server: Hells year