In-Game-Name: Nullifier909 (I'm back, baby!)
Age: 19
Language you speak: English, Spanish
IC Information
Character Name: Thom "Graymark" Marwyn
Race: Human
Age: 29
Gender: M
Job or Hobby: Fishing & Shipping, Brewing
Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, friendly looking. Relatively buff from working on the docks for a while, but not musclebound by any means. Has very plain gray eyes and a thick, but well-trimmed full beard with a gray stripe at his chin. He wears simple clothing, with a heavy jacket over everything. He speaks quietly if he's not excited by something, and his voice is soothing but rough.
Background Story: Not a very complex backstory. Pretty average guy looking to make a name for himself however he can, and to settle down somewhere he'd be happy and brew beers he can be proud of. He was born in the slums of a large city, and worked his way out by befriending the captains of the ships he cleaned and moved boxes to, and eventually joining a crew. By adulthood, he owned his own small ship, and worked in fishing, transporting goods, and occasionally smuggling. His moral compass isn't set in stone, but he does stand up for what he believes in. He, in his travels, and in the high-risk career of maritime smuggling, developed a relatively strange view of death. He personifies Death and believes that Death is a welcome change from the human experience; Death greets everyone like an old friend, and we shouldn't be so scared to meet him. He argues that we have been dead or nonexistent much longer than we've been alive, and it's really just returning to a default state. To him, life is just a time in which we can experience great things (and great beer), so he might as well enjoy it while it's around. At some point on his travels, additionally, he picked up some knife tricks and daggerplay, and became quite talented. He can throw knives with pinpoint accuracy, and he can tell exactly where the heart is on someone with his eyes closed, just by hearing their breathing. While he is very humble overall, he is very proud of his boat, his beard, and his beer.
How's that? I'd be glad to answer any additional questions about Thom, I just don't know what more to say in here.
In-Game-Name (The one you use to log in to MC) : Nullifier909 (I'm back, baby!)
Age: 19
Language you speak: English, Spanish
IC Information (In character)
Character Name: Thom "Graymark" Marwyn
Race (We accept traditional fantasy races: Elf, Dwarf, Human, ect): Human
Age: 29
Gender: M
Job or Hobby: Fishing & Shipping, Brewing
Appearance (Please be descriptive and if you can post a picture of your skin): Tall, broad-shouldered, friendly looking. Relatively buff from working on the docks for a while, but not musclebound by any means. Has very plain gray eyes and a thick, but well-trimmed full beard with a gray stripe at his chin. He wears simple clothing, with a heavy jacket over everything. He speaks quietly if he's not excited by something, and his voice is soothing but rough.
Background Story (Be sure you have read the lore and make sure that your background story fits with the lore): Not a very complex backstory. Pretty average guy looking to make a name for himself however he can, and to settle down somewhere he'd be happy and brew beers he can be proud of.
Are you new to role playing?: (if yes please read accepted applications for the following answers) No.
Would you like a player mentor? No, thank you.
What is Metagaming?: Utilizing knowledge that your character would not have in order to make decisions or actions.
What is Powergaming?: Stepping beyond the bounds of a reasonable power limit, often removing other players' agency.
What does Out of character mean?: Speaking as myself, not as whatever my character happens to be at that time.
What does IC stand for?: In character.
Did you read the rules?: Yes.
How did you find the server?: Oh, I don't think I need to answer this one. It's good to be back.
Do you acknowledge that it may take up to 48 hours for an application to be responded to?: Sure.
In Character
The following is a conversation and we would like for you to fill in accurate role playing responses as if you were in character. These response do not have to be from the character you are playing as we just want to see how well you can create a conversation and actually roleplay.
It is very early in the morning and you have been traveling on the road for many days. The night before you camped out in a field and you just finished packing up your belongings when you spot a large group of people moving down the road. There is a wagon pulled by two horses and several men on foot surrounding it. The wagon slows down at it approaches you until it comes to a complete stop next to you. Before you can react two of the men walking beside the wagon open the door, grab you, and toss you inside. You hit the inside of the wagon on your face and when you lift yourself off the ground you notice a strange thin man wearing black robes with a hood shadowing his face.
The thin man clear his throat and begins to talk.
"I know you, " Stutters the man in an old sounding voice. He coughs a few times then continues talking. "It has been such a long time since we last met. Please forgive me what is your name again?"
My character: -Narrows his eyes, rubbing the dirt off of his usually-beautiful face- "Theodule Robbin, mon...erm..'ami,' I suppose."
"Hmmm I see. It seemed like quite some time I last saw you. How old are you now?"
"Well, j'ai twenty six years beneath my belt as of this past week. I...do not seem to recognize you, though, and Robbin is naught but for an excellent memory.."
"Might I ask why you were walking along the road like some sort of beggar? Where were you going?" (Just come up with any name that you think would fit in the setting of the server)
"I do not know, mon ami. I must admit, I am lost. I suppose I ought to find a town nearby. I saw an old wooden sign a few miles back for a village called Applegate, and I suppose that is as good a place as any to head for."
"Interesting. I actually have a package I need deliver there would you be willing to take it?"
"Of course, mon ami. I will do as you ask of me and, for the purpose of this strange encounter, I will ignore ze way I was treated outside."
You either take the package or refuse it and then the wagons slows to a halt again. The door opens and you step outside. As soon as your feet touch the ground the wagons speeds off down the road. You begin walking the opposite direction for awhile when you pass by another person. (Respond to him as best as possible while keeping in character.)
"Yo dude this server is awesome. Wanna tp to the end and farm some ender pearls with me?"
(Ignoring the OOC initiation of conversation)
"Salut, mon ami. It is not often I meet a stranger on these roads, but today seems to be an exception.. I am Theodule Robbin, and I am sure it is my honor to meet you."
Posting this for an alternate account. I'm Nullifier909.
OOC Information (Out of character)
In-Game-Name (The one you use to log in to MC) : xXBuzZKillENXx
Age:18
Language you speak:english
IC Information (In character)
Character Name: Tink
Race (We allow a wide range of fantasy races): Goblin
Age: Young. Doesn't know own age.
Gender: Pretty androgynous. Find out IC.
Class that fits you best (Fighter, Ranger, Mage, Druid, Cleric, Rogue, Crafter, Necromancer): Crafter
Appearance (Please be descriptive and if you can post a picture of your skin): Very small goblin with pilot's goggles and a small wrench. Has a backpack filled with various devices and mechanics.
Background Story (Be sure you have read the lore and make sure that your background story fits with the lore): (Not gonna go crazy on this one lol)
Tink grow up in orphanage. Orphanage called "The Baboreum." Tink not like orphanage. Mean children were mean. Tink leave one day, Baboreum think Tink get adopted, but Tink actually finish building ornithopter and fly away. Tink go look for new land. New land full of steel. Tink like steel. Steel reliable friend, not like other children. Now Tink make new friends - literally. Tink will be best Mechromancer in new land!
In-Game-Name (The one you use to log in to MC) : Nullifier909
Age: 18
Language you speak: English
IC Information (In character)
Character Name: Theodule Robbin
Race (We allow a wide range of fantasy races): Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Class that fits you best (Fighter, Ranger, Mage, Druid, Cleric, Rogue, Crafter, Necromancer) : Ranger
Appearance (Please be descriptive and if you can post a picture of your skin) : Can't really put a skin here, but you've probably seen me. Handsom guy with a goattee and long-ish hair.
Background Story (Be sure you have read the lore and make sure that your background story fits with the lore) :
Y'all mofuggas better not use this info in-character.
"Listen, now, children, to zis story I have to tell you. It is...quite ze interesting story. My autobiography, if you will."
"There was once a man, the wildest of the wild - first mate on a before-its-time airship in a distant land, he was an amazing duelist and quite the ruthless swashbuckler from the tender age of fifteen. Famously, he cut the tongue of anyone who made fun of his accent. He braved the skies and seas for gold and plunder for seven years, as well as the source of a strange tattoo on his wrist that he'd never understood. It had been there as long as he could remember. He hoped that sailing the skies would help him find the source, and so he did...until he met her. In a raid on a small village, he was chosen as the raid team's champion in a fight for the town - if he defeated their champion, they would surrender their gold and supplies. If he was defeated, the crew would surrender themselves to the punishment of the land. The townspeople had fielded their best fighter, a young man with a bit of training in swordsmanship and a strong arm.
But the pirate was ever the crafty fighter. The opposing champion of the townspeople, a young man, hardly 18 by the pirate's estimate, was too daring, he left himself open. As a master duelist, the first mate knew the faults of an off-balance fight; one cannot go blindly into battle in such a dangerous career. But the pirate champion was cocky and didn't take advantage of any of those openings - at least not with his blade. Every missed and parried strike was met not with a riposte but with a verbal dagger, tearing down the last of the boy's inhibitions. Soon the boy was blinded by rage, swinging wildly, and still being taunted by his adversary. In a final burst of rage, he actually managed to score a solid gash on the pirate's shoulder, a deep blow that would definitely leave a scar if he survived the fight. The man's eyes registered nothing but surprise, and he then took this young boy seriously. This young boy was fighting with all the hope of his people behind him, a deathly dance for the sake of his town and everyone in it. He swung with all of his might in a huge arc, aiming to cut the invader from shoulder to hip - but was not expecting the man's dextrous sidestep.
The last thing this young boy saw was the glint in the pirate's eyes and a few whispered words as the man's rapier found its home in his heart. As his life's blood poured out onto the stones, he heard "Ze name is Robbin, l'ami. Remember me to your eternity."
This pirate, this Theodule Robbin, turned away from the boy, letting his young body fall with a silent thump to the ground. Around him was a ring of men and women, both crew and civilian. After a few seconds of deafening silence, a cacophony of cheers broke out behind him. Before him, the townspeople were still silent. They were shoved aside, a few of them choosing to remain on their knees, dripping tears to the cobblestones in silence. The pirates ransacked the town, looting and burning, but leaving the people (physically) unharmed, as was the condition for the duel. Robbin remained next to the corpse of the boy, drawing his rapier from his chest and wiping the blood off on his now-unneeded tunic. His silent work amid the dull roar of pillaging was interrupted by a heartwrenching sob. He looked up and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was tilting the dead boy's head toward herself, stroking his cheek. A tear fell onto his lips. She closed his eyes and held him tight to her, caring not about the blood spilling onto her skirts.
He looked up from her at the burning halo of flame that backlit her to him, the shouts of pirates enjoying the fruits of the land, so to speak, and the terrified screams of the townspeople. His share of gold would be small. The town was small, and there were many pirates to split it between. He looked down again and saw her there, clutching who he could only assume was her brother (A cousin, maybe?). He counted out his share of the gold with each little pit....pit of blood hitting the ground. One.....two....three gold pieces. Three pieces of gold. He might be able to buy a drink or two after this was all over.
Something kept drawing his eyes back to the girl, though her hair blocked her face entirely. Until she tilted her head back and looked up at him, her glare oozing pure hatred. He didn't especially care. He was busy trying to stop the bleeding on his shoulder.
"You killed him."
Her voice was chilling, and although he didn't especially care about the boy he'd just slaughtered, he looked up from his shoulder to hear what she had to say, though his face had no expression. Simply another distraught civilian. If she got too uppity, he would just make death run in the family.
"You don't deserve the Mark." Her eyes flickered to his wrist.
Now she had his attention. A bit of emotion might have dripped into his eyes. He wasn't sure.
"You know about this? You know where I got it? Tell me." He stepped a bit closer, relishing the spark of fear in her eyes a bit more than he perhaps should have. His advance halted, though, when the fear was replaced again by hatred. She stood up, letting her brother fall gently to the ground, and stepped toward him. He hadn't seen the dagger in her hands before now. But then Carn was there. Captain Carn Dumal of the Ashewinde had this young peasant girl hoisted up by the hair, her own dagger turned toward her throat. Robbin admired her for a moment, as even with her eyes clouded by the pain, she let out no sound.
"Shall I kill this one? She turned a blade to an Asherider, she did." His question was only out of politeness; Robbin knew as well as he did that the Asheriders took no prisoners, that aggression was punished by death. Carn pressed the tip of the dagger into her throat, drawing a bead of blood out. He savored it, as he always did.
"No...cap'n, monsieur, I...I will keep this one for myself." Even as he spoke, Robbin knew he was pushing it.
"Will you now?" Carn shoved the girl off to the side, stepping hard on her leg, a sly grin appearing on his face as she cried out in pain.
"I will...I risked my life out there, you know I did. I want her." Carn nodded after a moment, his grin spreading. "Alright, alright...you owe me one, though, hm?"
Robbin took the girl out of the village, the crackling of burning buildings behind them. She seemed willing to leave, relatively speaking, and when he prodded her, she murmured a response. "I don't have anything left there, anyway." They walked in silence for a while after that.
Her voice broke the empty air again, with a murmur. "Sailyn."
"What?"
"My name. I'm Sailyn."
"Oh. Robbin. Theodule Robbin." He paused. "Tell me more about this Mark."
She was silent for a moment, and he wondered if she'd even heard him. "Only if you swear not to go back," she said with barely masked hatred.
"..Done." He would remake himself for her, or, rather, for what she knew.
It came as a surprise when, three years later, their daughter was born. And an even bigger surprise when [CENSORED: ASK HIM IN-CHARACTER IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LATER. SORRY, ADMINS, IT CANNOT BE DISCLOSED HERE.]
When's it expected to be back up? It was up for a little while earlier, but I see that it's back down again(?).
And on that note, is there anything I can do to help out with that? Obviously not in terms of server maintenance, but maybe I can donate some manpower to building/organizing something for the server?
Minecraft Name: Nullifier909 Age: 16 Country: USA *Do you agree to the rules?: Of course. *What attracts you to joining our server?: I love the plugins and description of the server as well as the idea of a peaceful and happy server I can have loads of fun on.
My minecraft isn't working. at all. so sorry to anyone who misses me. (lol)
also, i dont feel much like playing unless i can be reimbursed for the damage done by hacking invaders
Zeph...Did you do it again? Our base is gone. again. we were at 8000, 13000 and at y=10. Someone still managed to completely blow everything up, weeks of work. There are signs from the raiders saying "Good thing you guys are stupid. -TheRaiders" and "P.S. We can hack " but without log block theres no way to see who did it.
The point is, we were griefed. Zeph i honestly want to know if it was you again or if it really was the raiders, and if they were hacking to get to us, which i do not doubt at all, i want at least some form of reimbursement.
174 diamonds
8 stacks of iron
18 of coal
a double chest of redstone
48 blaze rods
a stack of obsidian
8 double chests of cobble
12 stacks of pine trunks
3 stacks of feathers
4 of cooked steak
3 of cooked chicken
18 of seeds
42 of wheat
2 double chests of melons
2 double chests of assorted materials
1 small chest of diamond tools
4 stacks of bones
4 stacks of gold
6 of sugarcane
4 of books
8 stacks of lapis
1 double chest of ender pearls
2 double chests of assorted tools and armor
2 double chests of eggs
8 furnaces, full of coal
12 iron blocks
1 double chest of assorted mob drops like zombie meat, spider eyes, webs, etc
45 gunpowder, hard-earned
1 double chest of assorted miscellaneous items
4 stacks of glowstone
That's all i can think of atm but im very very very dissapointed/sad/angry about the loss of my base so soon after our relocation. Plank, thanks for bringing me this far from spawn, but it simply wasn't far enough. This is not fair at all. We built at bedrock and we even had an above ground base as a decoy because claimed land with nothing above ground just screams underground base. I am sure that they xrayed or something and i am pretty goddamn mad about it. I took a screenshot of the signs and any mods or admins are welcome to come see, i really wish you could help me out.
Plank, PLEASE get on and ban and potentially reimburse both my faction and Araluen/AntiRaiders/whatever zeph calls him these days. He got hit too, so it wasn't him
He also got similar signs of confession from the raiders...and plank, what plugins does your server have? i wanna join
Plank, I would like to bring clarity to this topic of TehSoul.
I was involved in this with him, and i saw it completely differently.
The way i saw it, he announced that he found something cool and I invited him to a party so i could teleport to him. Upon arriving, I left the party and rejoined my faction's party. I took damage and assumed that he had attacked me, then turned around and tried to fight (back?). He killed me with a diamond pick. I did /back to get my stuff, but he had already taken it upstairs, so i went after him and we engaged in pvp. He combat logged repeatedly for about 20 minutes, not allowing himself to die if he got damaged. Eventually, i managed to siege him in his house. Zeph then teleported to him and was sitting in there with him, then he used /tp to come out and kill me, though he claims it was an ender pearl. through solid cobble. Anyway, the point is that this tehsoul guy was whining and complaining because he lost in PVP by his own fault: he accepted party request, he attacked me, he combat logged repeatedly, and when i was giving his stuff back, he got zeph to kill me.Zeph didn't force tp anyone to him. I am not a member of staff, i simply brought a factionmember to aid me in PVP via party teleport. Soul has no idea what he's doing or what happened, as he was offline half the time from his combat logs.
Recent information points to Zeph, though i don't want to say anything for 100% sure, as i was AFK at the time to walk my dog.
1. Witness says that zeph logged on, it said
"Nullifier909 left the game"
"~Zephyr: that's all"
"UnholyZephyr left the game."
2. Zeph has reason to hate me, i suppose. not entirely sure what it is though.
Thanks to niels, i'm no longer banned, but i would greatly appreciate it if it didn't happen again.
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OOC Information
In-Game-Name: Nullifier909 (I'm back, baby!)
Age: 19
Language you speak: English, Spanish
IC Information
Character Name: Thom "Graymark" Marwyn
Race: Human
Age: 29
Gender: M
Job or Hobby: Fishing & Shipping, Brewing
Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, friendly looking. Relatively buff from working on the docks for a while, but not musclebound by any means. Has very plain gray eyes and a thick, but well-trimmed full beard with a gray stripe at his chin. He wears simple clothing, with a heavy jacket over everything. He speaks quietly if he's not excited by something, and his voice is soothing but rough.
Background Story: Not a very complex backstory. Pretty average guy looking to make a name for himself however he can, and to settle down somewhere he'd be happy and brew beers he can be proud of. He was born in the slums of a large city, and worked his way out by befriending the captains of the ships he cleaned and moved boxes to, and eventually joining a crew. By adulthood, he owned his own small ship, and worked in fishing, transporting goods, and occasionally smuggling. His moral compass isn't set in stone, but he does stand up for what he believes in. He, in his travels, and in the high-risk career of maritime smuggling, developed a relatively strange view of death. He personifies Death and believes that Death is a welcome change from the human experience; Death greets everyone like an old friend, and we shouldn't be so scared to meet him. He argues that we have been dead or nonexistent much longer than we've been alive, and it's really just returning to a default state. To him, life is just a time in which we can experience great things (and great beer), so he might as well enjoy it while it's around. At some point on his travels, additionally, he picked up some knife tricks and daggerplay, and became quite talented. He can throw knives with pinpoint accuracy, and he can tell exactly where the heart is on someone with his eyes closed, just by hearing their breathing. While he is very humble overall, he is very proud of his boat, his beard, and his beer.
How's that? I'd be glad to answer any additional questions about Thom, I just don't know what more to say in here.
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OOC Information (Out of character)
In-Game-Name (The one you use to log in to MC) : Nullifier909 (I'm back, baby!)
Age: 19
Language you speak: English, Spanish
IC Information (In character)
Character Name: Thom "Graymark" Marwyn
Race (We accept traditional fantasy races: Elf, Dwarf, Human, ect): Human
Age: 29
Gender: M
Job or Hobby: Fishing & Shipping, Brewing
Appearance (Please be descriptive and if you can post a picture of your skin): Tall, broad-shouldered, friendly looking. Relatively buff from working on the docks for a while, but not musclebound by any means. Has very plain gray eyes and a thick, but well-trimmed full beard with a gray stripe at his chin. He wears simple clothing, with a heavy jacket over everything. He speaks quietly if he's not excited by something, and his voice is soothing but rough.
Background Story (Be sure you have read the lore and make sure that your background story fits with the lore): Not a very complex backstory. Pretty average guy looking to make a name for himself however he can, and to settle down somewhere he'd be happy and brew beers he can be proud of.
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Minecraft Username: Nullifier909
Age: 18
Are you new to role playing?: (if yes please read accepted applications for the following answers) No.
Would you like a player mentor? No, thank you.
What is Metagaming?: Utilizing knowledge that your character would not have in order to make decisions or actions.
What is Powergaming?: Stepping beyond the bounds of a reasonable power limit, often removing other players' agency.
What does Out of character mean?: Speaking as myself, not as whatever my character happens to be at that time.
What does IC stand for?: In character.
Did you read the rules?: Yes.
How did you find the server?: Oh, I don't think I need to answer this one. It's good to be back.
Do you acknowledge that it may take up to 48 hours for an application to be responded to?: Sure.
In Character
The following is a conversation and we would like for you to fill in accurate role playing responses as if you were in character. These response do not have to be from the character you are playing as we just want to see how well you can create a conversation and actually roleplay.
It is very early in the morning and you have been traveling on the road for many days. The night before you camped out in a field and you just finished packing up your belongings when you spot a large group of people moving down the road. There is a wagon pulled by two horses and several men on foot surrounding it. The wagon slows down at it approaches you until it comes to a complete stop next to you. Before you can react two of the men walking beside the wagon open the door, grab you, and toss you inside. You hit the inside of the wagon on your face and when you lift yourself off the ground you notice a strange thin man wearing black robes with a hood shadowing his face.
The thin man clear his throat and begins to talk.
"I know you, " Stutters the man in an old sounding voice. He coughs a few times then continues talking. "It has been such a long time since we last met. Please forgive me what is your name again?"
My character: -Narrows his eyes, rubbing the dirt off of his usually-beautiful face- "Theodule Robbin, mon...erm..'ami,' I suppose."
"Hmmm I see. It seemed like quite some time I last saw you. How old are you now?"
"Well, j'ai twenty six years beneath my belt as of this past week. I...do not seem to recognize you, though, and Robbin is naught but for an excellent memory.."
"Might I ask why you were walking along the road like some sort of beggar? Where were you going?" (Just come up with any name that you think would fit in the setting of the server)
"I do not know, mon ami. I must admit, I am lost. I suppose I ought to find a town nearby. I saw an old wooden sign a few miles back for a village called Applegate, and I suppose that is as good a place as any to head for."
"Interesting. I actually have a package I need deliver there would you be willing to take it?"
"Of course, mon ami. I will do as you ask of me and, for the purpose of this strange encounter, I will ignore ze way I was treated outside."
You either take the package or refuse it and then the wagons slows to a halt again. The door opens and you step outside. As soon as your feet touch the ground the wagons speeds off down the road. You begin walking the opposite direction for awhile when you pass by another person. (Respond to him as best as possible while keeping in character.)
"Yo dude this server is awesome. Wanna tp to the end and farm some ender pearls with me?"
(Ignoring the OOC initiation of conversation)
"Salut, mon ami. It is not often I meet a stranger on these roads, but today seems to be an exception.. I am Theodule Robbin, and I am sure it is my honor to meet you."
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OOC Information (Out of character)
In-Game-Name (The one you use to log in to MC) : xXBuzZKillENXx
Age:18
Language you speak:english
IC Information (In character)
Character Name: Tink
Race (We allow a wide range of fantasy races): Goblin
Age: Young. Doesn't know own age.
Gender: Pretty androgynous. Find out IC.
Class that fits you best (Fighter, Ranger, Mage, Druid, Cleric, Rogue, Crafter, Necromancer): Crafter
Appearance (Please be descriptive and if you can post a picture of your skin): Very small goblin with pilot's goggles and a small wrench. Has a backpack filled with various devices and mechanics.
Background Story (Be sure you have read the lore and make sure that your background story fits with the lore): (Not gonna go crazy on this one lol)
Tink grow up in orphanage. Orphanage called "The Baboreum." Tink not like orphanage. Mean children were mean. Tink leave one day, Baboreum think Tink get adopted, but Tink actually finish building ornithopter and fly away. Tink go look for new land. New land full of steel. Tink like steel. Steel reliable friend, not like other children. Now Tink make new friends - literally. Tink will be best Mechromancer in new land!
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In-Game-Name (The one you use to log in to MC) : Nullifier909
Age: 18
Language you speak: English
IC Information (In character)
Character Name: Theodule Robbin
Race (We allow a wide range of fantasy races): Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Class that fits you best (Fighter, Ranger, Mage, Druid, Cleric, Rogue, Crafter, Necromancer) : Ranger
Appearance (Please be descriptive and if you can post a picture of your skin) : Can't really put a skin here, but you've probably seen me. Handsom guy with a goattee and long-ish hair.
Background Story (Be sure you have read the lore and make sure that your background story fits with the lore) :
Y'all mofuggas better not use this info in-character.
"Listen, now, children, to zis story I have to tell you. It is...quite ze interesting story. My autobiography, if you will."
"There was once a man, the wildest of the wild - first mate on a before-its-time airship in a distant land, he was an amazing duelist and quite the ruthless swashbuckler from the tender age of fifteen. Famously, he cut the tongue of anyone who made fun of his accent. He braved the skies and seas for gold and plunder for seven years, as well as the source of a strange tattoo on his wrist that he'd never understood. It had been there as long as he could remember. He hoped that sailing the skies would help him find the source, and so he did...until he met her. In a raid on a small village, he was chosen as the raid team's champion in a fight for the town - if he defeated their champion, they would surrender their gold and supplies. If he was defeated, the crew would surrender themselves to the punishment of the land. The townspeople had fielded their best fighter, a young man with a bit of training in swordsmanship and a strong arm.
But the pirate was ever the crafty fighter. The opposing champion of the townspeople, a young man, hardly 18 by the pirate's estimate, was too daring, he left himself open. As a master duelist, the first mate knew the faults of an off-balance fight; one cannot go blindly into battle in such a dangerous career. But the pirate champion was cocky and didn't take advantage of any of those openings - at least not with his blade. Every missed and parried strike was met not with a riposte but with a verbal dagger, tearing down the last of the boy's inhibitions. Soon the boy was blinded by rage, swinging wildly, and still being taunted by his adversary. In a final burst of rage, he actually managed to score a solid gash on the pirate's shoulder, a deep blow that would definitely leave a scar if he survived the fight. The man's eyes registered nothing but surprise, and he then took this young boy seriously. This young boy was fighting with all the hope of his people behind him, a deathly dance for the sake of his town and everyone in it. He swung with all of his might in a huge arc, aiming to cut the invader from shoulder to hip - but was not expecting the man's dextrous sidestep.
The last thing this young boy saw was the glint in the pirate's eyes and a few whispered words as the man's rapier found its home in his heart. As his life's blood poured out onto the stones, he heard "Ze name is Robbin, l'ami. Remember me to your eternity."
This pirate, this Theodule Robbin, turned away from the boy, letting his young body fall with a silent thump to the ground. Around him was a ring of men and women, both crew and civilian. After a few seconds of deafening silence, a cacophony of cheers broke out behind him. Before him, the townspeople were still silent. They were shoved aside, a few of them choosing to remain on their knees, dripping tears to the cobblestones in silence. The pirates ransacked the town, looting and burning, but leaving the people (physically) unharmed, as was the condition for the duel. Robbin remained next to the corpse of the boy, drawing his rapier from his chest and wiping the blood off on his now-unneeded tunic. His silent work amid the dull roar of pillaging was interrupted by a heartwrenching sob. He looked up and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was tilting the dead boy's head toward herself, stroking his cheek. A tear fell onto his lips. She closed his eyes and held him tight to her, caring not about the blood spilling onto her skirts.
He looked up from her at the burning halo of flame that backlit her to him, the shouts of pirates enjoying the fruits of the land, so to speak, and the terrified screams of the townspeople. His share of gold would be small. The town was small, and there were many pirates to split it between. He looked down again and saw her there, clutching who he could only assume was her brother (A cousin, maybe?). He counted out his share of the gold with each little pit....pit of blood hitting the ground. One.....two....three gold pieces. Three pieces of gold. He might be able to buy a drink or two after this was all over.
Something kept drawing his eyes back to the girl, though her hair blocked her face entirely. Until she tilted her head back and looked up at him, her glare oozing pure hatred. He didn't especially care. He was busy trying to stop the bleeding on his shoulder.
"You killed him."
Her voice was chilling, and although he didn't especially care about the boy he'd just slaughtered, he looked up from his shoulder to hear what she had to say, though his face had no expression. Simply another distraught civilian. If she got too uppity, he would just make death run in the family.
"You don't deserve the Mark." Her eyes flickered to his wrist.
Now she had his attention. A bit of emotion might have dripped into his eyes. He wasn't sure.
"You know about this? You know where I got it? Tell me." He stepped a bit closer, relishing the spark of fear in her eyes a bit more than he perhaps should have. His advance halted, though, when the fear was replaced again by hatred. She stood up, letting her brother fall gently to the ground, and stepped toward him. He hadn't seen the dagger in her hands before now. But then Carn was there. Captain Carn Dumal of the Ashewinde had this young peasant girl hoisted up by the hair, her own dagger turned toward her throat. Robbin admired her for a moment, as even with her eyes clouded by the pain, she let out no sound.
"Shall I kill this one? She turned a blade to an Asherider, she did." His question was only out of politeness; Robbin knew as well as he did that the Asheriders took no prisoners, that aggression was punished by death. Carn pressed the tip of the dagger into her throat, drawing a bead of blood out. He savored it, as he always did.
"No...cap'n, monsieur, I...I will keep this one for myself." Even as he spoke, Robbin knew he was pushing it.
"Will you now?" Carn shoved the girl off to the side, stepping hard on her leg, a sly grin appearing on his face as she cried out in pain.
"I will...I risked my life out there, you know I did. I want her." Carn nodded after a moment, his grin spreading. "Alright, alright...you owe me one, though, hm?"
Robbin took the girl out of the village, the crackling of burning buildings behind them. She seemed willing to leave, relatively speaking, and when he prodded her, she murmured a response. "I don't have anything left there, anyway." They walked in silence for a while after that.
Her voice broke the empty air again, with a murmur. "Sailyn."
"What?"
"My name. I'm Sailyn."
"Oh. Robbin. Theodule Robbin." He paused. "Tell me more about this Mark."
She was silent for a moment, and he wondered if she'd even heard him. "Only if you swear not to go back," she said with barely masked hatred.
"..Done." He would remake himself for her, or, rather, for what she knew.
It came as a surprise when, three years later, their daughter was born. And an even bigger surprise when [CENSORED: ASK HIM IN-CHARACTER IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LATER. SORRY, ADMINS, IT CANNOT BE DISCLOSED HERE.]
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When's it expected to be back up? It was up for a little while earlier, but I see that it's back down again(?).
And on that note, is there anything I can do to help out with that? Obviously not in terms of server maintenance, but maybe I can donate some manpower to building/organizing something for the server?
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Minecraft Name: Nullifier909
Age: 16
Country: USA
*Do you agree to the rules?: Of course.
*What attracts you to joining our server?: I love the plugins and description of the server as well as the idea of a peaceful and happy server I can have loads of fun on.
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also, i dont feel much like playing unless i can be reimbursed for the damage done by hacking invaders
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The point is, we were griefed. Zeph i honestly want to know if it was you again or if it really was the raiders, and if they were hacking to get to us, which i do not doubt at all, i want at least some form of reimbursement.
174 diamonds
8 stacks of iron
18 of coal
a double chest of redstone
48 blaze rods
a stack of obsidian
8 double chests of cobble
12 stacks of pine trunks
3 stacks of feathers
4 of cooked steak
3 of cooked chicken
18 of seeds
42 of wheat
2 double chests of melons
2 double chests of assorted materials
1 small chest of diamond tools
4 stacks of bones
4 stacks of gold
6 of sugarcane
4 of books
8 stacks of lapis
1 double chest of ender pearls
2 double chests of assorted tools and armor
2 double chests of eggs
8 furnaces, full of coal
12 iron blocks
1 double chest of assorted mob drops like zombie meat, spider eyes, webs, etc
45 gunpowder, hard-earned
1 double chest of assorted miscellaneous items
4 stacks of glowstone
That's all i can think of atm but im very very very dissapointed/sad/angry about the loss of my base so soon after our relocation. Plank, thanks for bringing me this far from spawn, but it simply wasn't far enough. This is not fair at all. We built at bedrock and we even had an above ground base as a decoy because claimed land with nothing above ground just screams underground base. I am sure that they xrayed or something and i am pretty goddamn mad about it. I took a screenshot of the signs and any mods or admins are welcome to come see, i really wish you could help me out.
Plank, PLEASE get on and ban and potentially reimburse both my faction and Araluen/AntiRaiders/whatever zeph calls him these days. He got hit too, so it wasn't him
He also got similar signs of confession from the raiders...and plank, what plugins does your server have? i wanna join
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I was involved in this with him, and i saw it completely differently.
The way i saw it, he announced that he found something cool and I invited him to a party so i could teleport to him. Upon arriving, I left the party and rejoined my faction's party. I took damage and assumed that he had attacked me, then turned around and tried to fight (back?). He killed me with a diamond pick. I did /back to get my stuff, but he had already taken it upstairs, so i went after him and we engaged in pvp. He combat logged repeatedly for about 20 minutes, not allowing himself to die if he got damaged. Eventually, i managed to siege him in his house. Zeph then teleported to him and was sitting in there with him, then he used /tp to come out and kill me, though he claims it was an ender pearl. through solid cobble. Anyway, the point is that this tehsoul guy was whining and complaining because he lost in PVP by his own fault: he accepted party request, he attacked me, he combat logged repeatedly, and when i was giving his stuff back, he got zeph to kill me.Zeph didn't force tp anyone to him. I am not a member of staff, i simply brought a factionmember to aid me in PVP via party teleport. Soul has no idea what he's doing or what happened, as he was offline half the time from his combat logs.
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1. Witness says that zeph logged on, it said
"Nullifier909 left the game"
"~Zephyr: that's all"
"UnholyZephyr left the game."
2. Zeph has reason to hate me, i suppose. not entirely sure what it is though.
Thanks to niels, i'm no longer banned, but i would greatly appreciate it if it didn't happen again.
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