I have to be honest, I have been role playing longer than most minecraft players have been alive. Well not that long, but a very long time. Here are the a few of the games I have RPed on:
I have heard both good and bad things about this server. I decided the good things outwieght the bad and decided I would give it a try. I have role playing all over minecraft and many of the server close, I am hoping this one is one of those servers that listen to the players and patches the broken things.
Time You Can Dedicate:
Weekdays: (Depending on the Day) 5-8
After spending the majority of his adult life in the Wastes he has rough look to him. With his blue eyes and black hair, but whiter skin. He stands out in the Wastes and in most towns, standing at 6'3" he is taller than some but shorter than others.
Flames burning around him.
Closed and cold to those who don't know him, while being a nice and caring person to those who have gotten to know him. Being a homesteader he knows how to make an honest living and has a pure dislike for Raiders and Thieves who rob people of their honest work.
Formerly: Homesteader (People living on the waste on land given to him by NCR)
Currently: Heading to the city to find work.
Salvaging: (Mining) Poor
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-Setting: Nal'reim has been ambushed and captured by a group of slavers on the way from his hunting trip.-
Nal'reim: "If you want food, I have food. Whatever you want, just let me go." *Struggles against the two holding him*
Slaver Leader: "I said shut the **** up." *Hits Nal'reim in the gut to get him to keep quiet*
Slaver: "No one in the house boss."
Slaver Leader: "Okay then, torch it."
Slavers: *Throw torches on the house and outbuildings*
Nal'reim: "NOOOO!!!!!!" *Attempts to fight out of the grip of the slavers, but fails*
*Screams are heard coming from the house*
Nal'reim: "My family you bastards!"
Slaver Leader: *Hits Nal'reim in the head, knocking him out.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Born in the town of One Pine to Morgan and Kindel Qyan, his father was a local Doctor while his mother worked as his nurse. Nal’reim doesn’t remember much of his childhood besides sitting in his father’s office, watching him work, playing and wrestle with the other local boys, or helping his mother in the house. At the age of eight years old, Nal’reim knew he wouldn’t follow in his father footsteps. He wanted to join the Rangers of the NCR Army. Idolizing them from the first time he had seen them when they came through One Pine one October. He told his father of his dream and he thought that was an honorable dream and that he would help him fulfill it.
When Nal’reim was around thirteen a new family moved to One Pine, a family of five. One of the five was one Kortnie Marie Tuckfield, the most beautiful girl Nal’reim had ever seen. Being shy in those days, he never talked to her. He would catch glimpses of her throughout the town and his stomach would do a front flips every time. One day in August, he got the courage and talked to her as she was walking home from the well. Once he said the first words, he found it easy to talk to her. Like talking to his mother, from that day Nal’reim knew he would marry this girl. The dream of joining the Rangers slowly slipped from his mind as he spent more and more time with Kortnie.
Close to this twentieth birthday, the couple were married. Still living with his Mother and Father, Nal’reim needed to get the freedom he needs to start his family. Talking it over Kortnie, the couple decided to take up the land the NCR was offering to family to help populate the waste. Leaving three week after their wedding, they soon found their new home and Nal’reim went to work making it livable.
Over the next twelve years Nal’reim and Kortnie made their home into something worth having, they brought a baby boy into the world, and really were enjoying life.
In his Thirtieth year, Nal’reim was out on a hunting trip looking over the waste for wild game. On his second day of the trip, he bagged a deer and started his trip back to his Homestead. Walking over a hill, he seen his home and smiled, loving the view and looking for his son, Nick. As he walked towards the house, he started to worry. Nick normally would come greet him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the deer and readying his rifle, he walked closer to the house. Upon entering the home, he was struck by the butt of another rifle, falling to the ground he tried to get his gun back up, but it was ripped from his hands and he was grabbed from behind and restrained. “Take him outside.” One of them spoke. As he was wrestled out of the building, he looked and many men had just sprout out of the ground it seemed like. They began looking through the house and the outbuildings. Struggling agasint his captors he began to plead with them to let him go, offering them everything and anything for his freedom, they refused. “Your worth more than all of this” said what Nal’reim guessed was the leader. Slavers were Nal’reim’s first thought. “No one else is here boss.” Said one of the others who had come out of the house. “Then find anything of use and torch the buildings and the house.” Said the leader, “NO!” Screamed Nal’reim who was punched in the gut to keep him quiet. As the Slavers started to leave, the through torches on and in the buildings setting each of them ablaze, Nal’reim was forced to watch his home and his family, who was hiding in the secret cellar burn alive. Struggling he was slowly forced away from the house, with tears in his eyes he began to cry.
Over the next few days, the Slavers led him west. They attacked and ambushed a few more home, taking more people captive and bound them all together. “Hard for them to escape.” Said one of the Slavers. Things were looking pretty deem for Nal’reim by this time. On the evening of his thirteen night of being captured, the sounds of gun fire were heard all around, staying down he watched as the Slavers were picked off one by one from afar. After what seemed like hours, all the Slavers were killed or wounded on the ground. Walking to check for survivors, members of the NCR Army were seen for the first time in a few years by Nal’reim.
They released the captives and offered them safe passage to Shady Sands, Nal’reim accepted along with a most of the others. Nal’reim’s life was gone, his family, his home, everything was gone. He would travel to Shady Sands and hopefully, maybe start a new life… but it would be hard as he old one still hurt and pained him more than a rabbit with its leg in a trap.
Thank you for reading, I admit the appreance section needs work, but its hard describing Minecraft skins. I also apologize for the lenght, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.