Timezone: Eastern standard time is best standard time.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Yuppers. One, Two, Three, NV.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Looks pretty top, been wanting a good fallout RP for a while but they're all dead.
Did you read the rules?: Rules are for nerds, so I obviously read them.
Have you read the lore?: Two and a half times.
IC:
Name: Lawrence Krowley.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Lawrence is rather blunt, and quite quick to speak his mind. He's morally on a different level than most. Easily getting confused over peoples reactions when he's seen doing something inherently "good" or "evil". When he's not following his usual train of thought, it's somewhat easy for him to say what will please someone and act in a way that will ensure him success in whatever endeavor he pursues.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 5
RP Scenario:
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Emerald Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
What do you do?: Lawrence slides his 10mm pistol out of it's poorly made leather holster on the side of his backpack. Striding towards the man missing his leg. "Mm.. you alright?" he calls out to the man. Words seeming to fall flat as the man scrambles about, acquiring and attempting to use a shirt to tie off his leg and stop the bleeding. Lawrence huffs a bit and calls out again, being only about ten feet away at this point. The man looks to Lawrence, dropping what he's doing in some degree of shock as blood poars out of his leg. "N-no! F-f-!" he barks out in agony. Lawrence sighs a bit, then speaks. "Stop moving so much, or you'll bleed out." he sighs again, more deeply this time as the words fall flat, like before. "D-don't kill me.. p-please.." The man begs at Lawrence. Lawrence laughs quietly at this, in a quite pitying manner. The man assumes Lawrence's intentions are pure and continues to poorly bandage his leg with some more ragged clothing. His attempts at bandaging his wound are successful as he begins to stabilize. Lawrence sighs deeply at the lack of attention he's getting from the man, cocking his pistol and limply raising it towards the man. "Wh-.. what are you-" as the man is squeaking through his pain, he's interupted by a sudden 10mm bullet flying through his nose. Lawrence let's out a quiet yawn and huffs a relieved sigh. "Good-night." he pats the corpses head and smiles at it like a mother would her child. He stands with a short, quiet grunt. "You're out of your pain, now." he's talking to himself at this point. Lawrence sighs deeply and shuffles slowly for a few steps, before turning and realizing the thunderheads are coming closer and closer by the minute. He escalates into a more brisk pace, hoping to find some less... corpse-filled place to take refuge.
Character biography: Lawrence's mother, her name was Shannon. Was raped when she was eighteen, pregnancy's a... His father was a bandit named Gerald. Lawrence would never come to know his father, and it's kind of irrelevant anyways. Shannon, despite how the situation had come to be. Gave birth to, and raised Lawrence as normally as she could. Lawrence and his mother would rove about Ohio with a few Caravaneers she'd made friends with over the years. And being the rather tactless woman she was, Shannon had Lawrence do most anything to do with shooting, stabbing and skinning animals and people alike. When it was called for. Lawrence really didn't see much wrong with any of the things his mother told him to do. He just mindlessly listened and thought everything would be okay if he did what he was told. Lawrence to this day would do anything his mother told him too, if she wasn't dead.
Lawrence's mother had died of a multitude of brain tumours when she was fourty-three, Lawrence was twenty-five when she passed. He didn't cry, or mourn. He was entirely content with his mothers passing. And even though he didn't inherently think it was a good thing. He continues to roam about exacting her will. He.. "helps" people in his own way. Whether that be shooting a man bleeding out in the road, or saving a irradiated duck lost in the subway systems. He wanders about doing what he does and wont usually expect people to get in his way, unless he's quite apparently tried to provoke someone to specifically make them respond with hostility. His wandering will be the life, and death of him. But if you think about it.. The ENDS always justify the MEANS.
Whitelist Application Format: Re-posted with changes, read my private message if you haven't already.
OOC
Minecraft username: KaptainKake9
What is your age: 15
What is your timezone: EST
What experience do you have in roleplaying?: Various Medieval and Fallout roleplays, including LOTC, Wayward Realms, Akavir, SOoF, Wild Wasteland, The Vault, etc. This isn't my first time around, you could say. xD
Have you read, understood, and accepted the rules?: Would I be applying if I hadn't? C;
What is the rule you agree with the most?: I have to choose one? Refraining from speaking OOC in IC chats. I find it annoying when people won't stop the local OOC. x-x
How did you find the server?: Just fiddling about the forums, it seems pretty fleshed out. Hopefully entertaining for myself and those who I RP with.
Why should you be whitelisted?: Good question. I'm a pretty okay roleplayer, or I'm told. I can be serious when it's necessary, but I also enjoy a good joke now and again.
Definitions
Define powergaming: Powergaming is when a person, in-character forces someone into doing something. Or gives them no ability to roleplay back or respond. Every action CAN have a counteraction even if it may not seem like it. I'll provide an example, instead of emoting *Punches Tommy in the face* you would have to attempt/try to do the action. *John tightens his fist, swinging it hard at the left of Tommy's face.* it creates a better enviroment for everyone if no one commits insanely over-powered, quite frankly stupid actions.
Define metagaming: I, being the avid roleplayer that I am. Find that metagaming is when a player uses information he wouldn't have access to in character to gain some kinda of In-character or Out-of-character advantage. Or if it deprives another player of something in the same instances. If someone is asking.. for example where a town is, I believe it is perfectly alright to tell them that information and have them "Meta-game" it. As their character would logically know that information anyways, and it will usually only create constructive, fun RP for that player and who they meet up with. So, as long as it is done without malicious or self-centered intent. I think metagaming is /generally/ okay. Take that with a grain of salt though, there are definitely players who abuse OOC information and should get diddly-stomped for it.
( Sorry if I ranted too much about my own personal opinions, I plan to follow the rules you have in place none the less. xD )
Who was the first king of Redania?: Kurgan D'Arco
Why did the great dwarven kingdom collapse?: Betrayel within the kingdom, revolving around the orb of chaos.
Who are the Jarr?: Nomadic Dark Elf people. Who can often be associated with dragons.
IC
Character Name: Lawrence Durren
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Elf
Character Appearance:
A notably fit, albeit a bit lanky individual. Weighs roughly 200 pounds without his belongings, he wears a thick layer of dark, padded leather clothing pieces. Covered mostly by a long, dark coat. Various chainmail components about his person. It is functional yet still somewhat fashionable as he trots around in this getup for a majority of his time spent outdoors. His head is covered by a coif, short cloak draped over his shoulders. The hood is held firmly in place by his cap. Which is fastened to his head with a chinstrap, which holds his rather notable Plague Doctor mask in place.
Character Personality: Lawrence has an apathetic, almost sociopathic outlook on things he deems unimportant or irrelevant. Usually being plants and animals. Will be generally talkative if spoken to directly. But generally doesn't like to spark conversation with a random strangers. Greatly enjoys making friends, but usually struggles to do so with his nomadic tendency and reluctance to accept people into his circle. So a lot of what he says is taken coldly or devoid of empathy by others.
Strengths:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a blessing
-Carries randomly obscure domestic objects and has quite a few skills which can be found useful in the common household.
-Can fight some bit effectively with a decently wide arsenal of lightweight stabbing and slashing weapons. Fighting most effectively with Rapiers and Daggers.
-Has a strange and unpredictable fighting technique, often using enviroment instead of physical force.
Weaknesses:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a curse.
-Couldn't swim if you paid him too, mostly because of his clothing and gear he carries about.
-Lacks formal fighting training, so he fights in his own unpredictable yet quite reckless style. Frequently struggles in one versus one, duel-esque combat situations.
-Is socially lacking, even when speaking to people he's known for a long time he can come off as awkward, misunderstood, or just generally stupid when seen in certain a certain light. But he really doesn't seem to notice it, getting quite confused at peoples reactions to things he does.
Character Biography:
Lawrence Durren, born of elven lineage to his parents. Delaro and Sasha Durren, was given up to a caretaker when he was three years of age. His parents couldn't handle the burdens that came with raising him, or afford to feed him. So in a last ditch attempt to give their son a go at life, they sold him to a travelling Plague Doctor. The man's name was Kanzhe. For the first year or so Lawrence generally disliked Kanzhe, though he never much expressed it. Growing to like.. err.. accept him as he aged. As a child he was drilled with moral code to follow. To never strike someone who hasn't brought harm onto you, unless to purge those who didn't share beliefs with you. Lawrence questioned this kind of contradiction. He witnessed many of these "Purgings" and luckily wasn't taken in at a young enough age to consciously view that as being okay, and often refuted the old man for doing it.
As Lawrence grew older, he started to see more and more of the things Kanzhe did as "morally wrong" or in his eyes just plain disturbing. Once Lawrence turned 15, or as Kanzhe said "The Number of Discovery", that he would be taken under Kanzhe to study to become a "Doctor", a Plague Doctor more specifically. Though they're more the hired weapons of the corrupt guild of which his "kind" derive from. Lawrence honestly only saw this as a free outfit and a job. So he took it. He rarely did any actual studying, more a less just cleaning up the bodies of anyone who crossed Kanzhe. But after the first few instances he became accustomed to this lifestyle. Lawrence often was emotionally conflicted by the things he would see Kanzhe do, but his emotions were dulled after a short time. Death after death, Lawrence grew to despise Kanzhe even more than he already had. Kanzhe, after living a full life. Died at the age of 56, living a full life. Lawrence attended Kanzhe's funeral, that of which many of Kanzhe's sexual partners he collected around the lands met one another. Sprawling into massive arguments about who had rights to his belongings. Before long, Lawrence was awarded his own Plague Doctor outfit, a hefty coat and cloak made of black clothes and hard leathers, dabbled with chainmail in various exposed parts. Lawrence liked the jingle of the chains as he walked about. Often jingling it about and singing to himself in a strange way as he travels alone.
Lawrence, now 28 years old with absolutely no objective in life. Other than walking around, attempting to make friends. Which he always struggled with, due to his nomadic tendencies. Lawrence hunts for himself, albeit not very well. Usually ending up having to pick up side jobs in taverns and the such to feed himself. He has adopted many domestic skills from said tavern work. Cleaning dishes, tables. Mixing drinks and making tea are some of his most prominent skills. Lawrence may say he misses his old life, the constant excitement, but he doesn't. He prefers a quieter life, socializing to most degrees. Only ever really getting into fights when people threaten him or his closer circle of allies. Wandering around in search of his possible greater purpose, other than that is quite intentively looking for a place to settle more permanently.
Scenarios
1. You are traveling along the roads of Redania when a bandit jumps out in front of you. He claims several of his fellows are hiding in the brush beside the road, and if you value your life, to drop all the valuables you possess.
Lawrence cocks his head at the Bandit, a muffled grunt coming from inside his mask. His voice not having escaped, the responds to his grunt by hitting his chest with his clenched fist, wrapped around his shambling war-axe in that of a taunting manner. Lawrence grins at this, before waving at the Bandit dismissively. "Nae, let me pass or I'll kill you." he speaks bluntly, grinning somewhat sadistically under his mask, hand falling down to the hilt of the scimitar he's carrying with a chuckle. The bandit, called out on his bluff scoots backwards. Clearly flustered by Lawrence's apparent perceptiveness. The Bandits pivots on his foot, sprinting hard to escape, Lawrence plants his foot hard as he starts to chase. After several hefty, wide strides he slows down. Realizing how pointless chasing him will be. Shrugging it off he continues to walk in the same direction at a moderate pace, keeping his eyes out for the bandit's return.
2. You are inside a small inn enjoying a tankard of ale when an obviously intoxicated man stumbles into you. He gestures at you rudely and tells you to watch where you’re going.
Lawrence shakes his head, a faint laugh comes from his mask. Without much movement Lawrence speaks, "Sorry, sir." he nods lightly at the man. The drunken man grunts somewhat loudly before continuing towards the door, clearly not contented by Lawrence's answer. He then bumps into another man and does something of a simular manner. Thinking he may be a pick-pocket, Lawrence pats his coat and pants pockets. Nothing's been stolen, Lawrence nods intentively to himself. Before returning to his tankard of ale with a slight yawn. Thinking about the good rest he hopes to have after his ale.
3. You are at the market when you come upon a stall selling some particularly interesting wares. You decide to buy one, and the owner of the stall names a rather outrageous price.
Lawrence shakes his head, "That's too much, for a /proclaimed/ magic necklace." the Dwarf shopkeep glares at him in a very un-amused manner. "Eff ya' don't loik et t'en leave!" his voice is somewhat crackly, clearly angered. Lawrence nods rapidly, "That's just what I'll do." he grunts, pivotting on his foot starting for the door. Clearly very tired of the markets prices in general. Lawrence sighs as he heads for the door, the keeper raises his voice at him. "An' no comin' back! Ya 'ear!?" Lawrences chuckles in response at the clearly agitated merchant, before taking his leave and moving to find a place to rest his head.
Reposted with changes, hopefully I get in this time. c:
my apps fine. it just got screwed when i posted it when it went all "inspect element on me". i wrote that as i could see you diddnt understand it, it was meant to help not be paterising to your bio. the story's good don't get me wrong but it needs adjustments. im here to help not hinder.
He's stated he doesn't need your assistance, leave it to the staff. Simple as that, no need for either of you to start an argument.
What experience do you have in roleplaying?: Various Medieval and Fallout roleplays, including LOTC, Wayward Realms, Akavir, SOoF, Wild Wasteland, The Vault, etc. This isn't my first time around, you could say. xD
Have you read, understood, and accepted the rules?: Would I be applying if I hadn't? C;
What is the rule you agree with the most?: I have to choose one? Refraining from speaking OOC in IC chats. I find it annoying when people won't stop the local OOC. x-x
How did you find the server?: Just fiddling about the forums, it seems pretty fleshed out. Hopefully entertaining for myself and those who I RP with.
Why should you be whitelisted?: Good question. I'm a pretty okay roleplayer, or I'm told. I can be serious when it's necessary, but I also enjoy a good joke now and again.
Definitions
Define powergaming: Powergaming is when a person, in-character forces someone into doing something. Or gives them no ability to roleplay back or respond. Every action CAN have a counteraction even if it may not seem like it. I'll provide an example, instead of emoting *Punches Tommy in the face* you would have to attempt/try to do the action. *John tightens his fist, swinging it hard at the left of Tommy's face.* it creates a better enviroment for everyone if no one commits insanely over-powered, quite frankly stupid actions.
Define metagaming: I, being the avid roleplayer that I am. Find that metagaming is when a player uses information he wouldn't have access to in character to gain some kinda of In-character or Out-of-character advantage. Or if it deprives another player of something in the same instances. If someone is asking.. for example where a town is, I believe it is perfectly alright to tell them that information and have them "Meta-game" it. As their character would logically know that information anyways, and it will usually only create constructive, fun RP for that player and who they meet up with. So, as long as it is done without malicious or self-centered intent. I think metagaming is /generally/ okay. Take that with a grain of salt though, there are definitely players who abuse OOC information and should get diddly-stomped for it.
( Sorry if I ranted too much about my own personal opinions, I plan to follow the rules you have in place none the less. xD )
Who was the first king of Redania?: Kurgan D'Arco
Why did the great dwarven kingdom collapse?: Betrayel within the kingdom, revolving around the orb of chaos.
Who are the Jarr?: Nomadic Dark Elf people. Who can often be associated with dragons.
IC
Character Name: Lawrence Durren
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Elf
Character Appearance:
A notably fit, albeit a bit lanky individual. Weighs roughly 200 pounds without his belongings, he wears a thick layer of dark, padded leather clothing pieces. Covered mostly by a long, dark coat. Various chainmail components about his person. It is functional yet still somewhat fashionable as he trots around in this getup for a majority of his time spent outdoors. His head is covered by a coif, short cloak draped over his shoulders. The hood is held firmly in place by his cap. Which is fastened to his head with a chinstrap, which holds his rather notable Plague Doctor mask in place.
Character Personality: Lawrence has an apathetic, almost sociopathic outlook on things he deems unimportant or irrelevant. Usually being plants and animals. Will be generally talkative if spoken to directly. But generally doesn't like to spark conversation with a random strangers. Greatly enjoys making friends, but usually struggles to do so with his nomadic tendency and reluctance to accept people into his circle. So a lot of what he says is taken coldly or devoid of empathy by others.
Strengths:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a blessing
-Carries randomly obscure small things around in his pockets, need toenail clippers? He likely has some.
-Can fight some bit effectively with a decently wide arsenal of lightweight stabbing and slashing weapons. Fighting most effectively with Rapiers and Daggers.
-Has a strange and unpredictable fighting technique, often using enviroment instead of physical force.
Weaknesses:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a curse.
-Couldn't swim if you paid him too, mostly because of his clothing and gear he carries about.
-Lacks formal fighting training, so he fights in his own unpredictable yet quite reckless style. Frequently struggles in one versus one, duel-esque combat situations.
-Is socially lacking, even when speaking to people he's known for a long time he can come off as awkward, misunderstood, or just generally stupid when seen in certain a certain light. But he really doesn't seem to notice it, getting quite confused at peoples reactions to things he does.
Character Biography:
Lawrence Durren, born of elven lineage to his parents. Delaro and Sasha Durren, was given up to a caretaker when he was three years of age. His parents couldn't handle the burdens that came with raising him, or afford to feed him. So in a last ditch attempt to give their son a go at life, they sold him to a travelling Plague Doctor. The man's name was Kanzhe. For the first year or so Lawrence generally disliked Kanzhe, though he never much expressed it. Growing to like.. err.. accept him as he aged. As a child he was drilled with moral code to follow. To never strike someone who hasn't brought harm onto you, unless to purge those who didn't share beliefs with you. Lawrence questioned this kind of contradiction. He witnessed many of these "Purgings" and luckily wasn't taken in at a young enough age to consciously view that as being okay, and often refuted the old man for doing it.
As Lawrence grew older, he started to see more and more of the things Kanzhe did as "morally wrong" or in his eyes just plain disturbing. Once Lawrence turned 15, or as Kanzhe said "The Number of Discovery", that he would be taken under Kanzhe to study to become a "Doctor", a Plague Doctor more specifically. Though they're more the hired weapons of the corrupt church which they derive from. Lawrence honestly only saw this as a free outfit and a job. So he took it. He rarely did any actual studying, more a less just cleaning up the bodies of Kanzhe's proclaimed /heretics/. But after the first few instances he became accustomed to this lifestyle. Lawrence often was emotionally conflicted by the things he would see Kanzhe do, but his emotions were soon dulled to the point where he could kill your average man without thinking twice about it. Given the proper reasoning to. Kanzhe, after living a full life. Died at the age of 56, living a full life. Lawrence attended Kanzhe funeral, that of which many of Kanzhe's sexual partners he collected around the lands met one another. Before long, Lawrence was awarded his own Plague Doctor outfit, a hefty coat and cloak made of black clothes and hard leathers, dabbled with chainmail in various exposed parts. Lawrence liked the jingle of the chains as he walked about. Often creating beats to sing to himself as he walked down paths alone.
Lawrence, now 28 years old with absolutely no objective in life. Other than walking around, attempting to make friends. Which he always struggled with, due to his nomadic tendencies. Lawrence hunts for himself, albeit not very well. Usually ending up having to pick up side jobs in taverns and the such to feed himself. He has adopted many domestic skills from said tavern work. Cleaning dishes, tables. Mixing drinks and making tea are some of his most prominent skills. Lawrence may say he misses his old life, the constant excitement, but he doesn't. He prefers a quieter life, socializing to most degrees. Only ever really getting into fights when people threaten him or his closer circle of allies. Wandering around in search of his possible greater purpose, other than that is quite intentively looking for a place to settle more permanently.
Scenarios
1. You are traveling along the roads of Redania when a bandit jumps out in front of you. He claims several of his fellows are hiding in the brush beside the road, and if you value your life, to drop all the valuables you possess.
Lawrence cocks his head at the Bandit, a muffled grunt coming from inside his mask. His voice not having escaped, the responds to his grunt by hitting his chest with his clenched fist, wrapped around his shambling war-axe in that of a taunting manner. Lawrence grins at this, before waving at the Bandit dismissively. "Nae, let me pass or I'll kill you." he speaks bluntly, grinning somewhat sadistically under his mask, hand falling down to the hilt of the scimitar he's carrying with a chuckle. The bandit, called out on his bluff scoots backwards. Clearly flustered by Lawrence's apparent perceptiveness. The Bandits pivots on his foot, sprinting hard to escape, Lawrence plants his foot hard as he starts to chase. After several hefty, wide strides he slows down. Realizing how pointless chasing him will be. Shrugging it off he continues to walk in the same direction at a moderate pace, keeping his eyes out for the bandit's return.
2. You are inside a small inn enjoying a tankard of ale when an obviously intoxicated man stumbles into you. He gestures at you rudely and tells you to watch where you’re going.
Lawrence shakes his head, a faint laugh comes from his mask. Without much movement Lawrence speaks, "Sorry, sir." he nods lightly at the man. The drunken man grunts somewhat loudly before continuing towards the door, clearly not contented by Lawrence's answer. He then bumps into another man and does something of a simular manner. Thinking he may be a pick-pocket, Lawrence pats his coat and pants pockets. Nothing's been stolen, Lawrence nods intentively to himself. Before returning to his tankard of ale with a slight yawn. Thinking about the good rest he hopes to have after his ale.
3. You are at the market when you come upon a stall selling some particularly interesting wares. You decide to buy one, and the owner of the stall names a rather outrageous price.
Lawrence shakes his head, "That's too much, for a /proclaimed/ magic necklace." the Dwarf shopkeep glares at him in a very un-amused manner. "Eff ya' don't loik et t'en leave!" his voice is somewhat crackly, clearly angered. Lawrence nods rapidly, "That's just what I'll do." he grunts, pivotting on his foot starting for the door. Clearly very tired of the markets prices in general. Lawrence sighs as he heads for the door, the keeper raises his voice at him. "An' no comin' back! Ya 'ear!?" Lawrences chuckles in response at the clearly agitated merchant, before taking his leave and moving to find a place to rest his head.
( Hope ya' liked it. Also hope I get accepted. c:< )
-First three pictures are a ski lift I built on WW. -Fourth picture is "ChillVille" A snow fort I built in survival for fun on WW as well. I have a couple other builds lying around on various servers, too lazy to post them here but I hope this will suffice.
Skype: TheQuestForThePinkTaco, I don't use it to often anymore but if need be I can use it. I have a mic.
Maturity: 8 out of 10, I can be serious when it's needed but I like to play around and have fun!
Have you ever griefed/will you ever grief?: I have griefed before and I wouldn't exactly say I'm proud of it, pretty much anyone would be lying if they said they haven't. But I will not grief on this server, I greatly enjoy RP and wouldn't really get any enjoyment out of breaking a perfectly good server. :I
RPG experience: I have played on various RP servers, basically I can say that I'm not new to RP.
Online Hours(Timezone included!): 2-5 hours a day depending on my schedule, I'm in EST.
Best to play hours (^): Not any specific hours, I go on whenever I can.
Faction you wish to join: Not sure yet, maybe the Reich or The Red Line
Why you wish to join?: I have played Metro 2033 and I loved it and have been looking for a metro minecraft RP for a long while. I'm known around the RP community and would like to ask if you guys need builders? I can definitely build a Metro themed server!
How did you find us?: Through the forums.
Did you read Metro2033 or played the game?: I have played 2033 and will most likely play last light and read the books when I scrape up some monies. ;D
EDIT: Hi deadjaw! You remember me from the faction you ran on war never changes, and on iriliath?
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It's Kap, btw.
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Danké for that, see you on the ninth. Hopefully~
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EDIT: If this has already been answered, I apologize but I couldn't find anything about it.
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OOC:
In Game Name: KaptainKake9
Age: 15
Gender: Male.
Timezone: Eastern standard time is best standard time.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Yuppers. One, Two, Three, NV.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Looks pretty top, been wanting a good fallout RP for a while but they're all dead.
Did you read the rules?: Rules are for nerds, so I obviously read them.
Have you read the lore?: Two and a half times.
IC:
Name: Lawrence Krowley.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Lawrence is rather blunt, and quite quick to speak his mind. He's morally on a different level than most. Easily getting confused over peoples reactions when he's seen doing something inherently "good" or "evil". When he's not following his usual train of thought, it's somewhat easy for him to say what will please someone and act in a way that will ensure him success in whatever endeavor he pursues.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 5
RP Scenario:
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Emerald Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
What do you do?: Lawrence slides his 10mm pistol out of it's poorly made leather holster on the side of his backpack. Striding towards the man missing his leg. "Mm.. you alright?" he calls out to the man. Words seeming to fall flat as the man scrambles about, acquiring and attempting to use a shirt to tie off his leg and stop the bleeding. Lawrence huffs a bit and calls out again, being only about ten feet away at this point. The man looks to Lawrence, dropping what he's doing in some degree of shock as blood poars out of his leg. "N-no! F-f-!" he barks out in agony. Lawrence sighs a bit, then speaks. "Stop moving so much, or you'll bleed out." he sighs again, more deeply this time as the words fall flat, like before. "D-don't kill me.. p-please.." The man begs at Lawrence. Lawrence laughs quietly at this, in a quite pitying manner. The man assumes Lawrence's intentions are pure and continues to poorly bandage his leg with some more ragged clothing. His attempts at bandaging his wound are successful as he begins to stabilize. Lawrence sighs deeply at the lack of attention he's getting from the man, cocking his pistol and limply raising it towards the man. "Wh-.. what are you-" as the man is squeaking through his pain, he's interupted by a sudden 10mm bullet flying through his nose. Lawrence let's out a quiet yawn and huffs a relieved sigh. "Good-night." he pats the corpses head and smiles at it like a mother would her child. He stands with a short, quiet grunt. "You're out of your pain, now." he's talking to himself at this point. Lawrence sighs deeply and shuffles slowly for a few steps, before turning and realizing the thunderheads are coming closer and closer by the minute. He escalates into a more brisk pace, hoping to find some less... corpse-filled place to take refuge.
Character biography: Lawrence's mother, her name was Shannon. Was raped when she was eighteen, pregnancy's a... His father was a bandit named Gerald. Lawrence would never come to know his father, and it's kind of irrelevant anyways. Shannon, despite how the situation had come to be. Gave birth to, and raised Lawrence as normally as she could. Lawrence and his mother would rove about Ohio with a few Caravaneers she'd made friends with over the years. And being the rather tactless woman she was, Shannon had Lawrence do most anything to do with shooting, stabbing and skinning animals and people alike. When it was called for. Lawrence really didn't see much wrong with any of the things his mother told him to do. He just mindlessly listened and thought everything would be okay if he did what he was told. Lawrence to this day would do anything his mother told him too, if she wasn't dead.
Lawrence's mother had died of a multitude of brain tumours when she was fourty-three, Lawrence was twenty-five when she passed. He didn't cry, or mourn. He was entirely content with his mothers passing. And even though he didn't inherently think it was a good thing. He continues to roam about exacting her will. He.. "helps" people in his own way. Whether that be shooting a man bleeding out in the road, or saving a irradiated duck lost in the subway systems. He wanders about doing what he does and wont usually expect people to get in his way, unless he's quite apparently tried to provoke someone to specifically make them respond with hostility. His wandering will be the life, and death of him. But if you think about it.. The ENDS always justify the MEANS.
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Re-posted with changes, read my private message if you haven't already.
OOC
Minecraft username: KaptainKake9
What is your age: 15
What is your timezone: EST
What experience do you have in roleplaying?: Various Medieval and Fallout roleplays, including LOTC, Wayward Realms, Akavir, SOoF, Wild Wasteland, The Vault, etc. This isn't my first time around, you could say. xD
Have you read, understood, and accepted the rules?: Would I be applying if I hadn't? C;
What is the rule you agree with the most?: I have to choose one? Refraining from speaking OOC in IC chats. I find it annoying when people won't stop the local OOC. x-x
How did you find the server?: Just fiddling about the forums, it seems pretty fleshed out. Hopefully entertaining for myself and those who I RP with.
Why should you be whitelisted?: Good question. I'm a pretty okay roleplayer, or I'm told. I can be serious when it's necessary, but I also enjoy a good joke now and again.
Definitions
Define powergaming: Powergaming is when a person, in-character forces someone into doing something. Or gives them no ability to roleplay back or respond. Every action CAN have a counteraction even if it may not seem like it. I'll provide an example, instead of emoting *Punches Tommy in the face* you would have to attempt/try to do the action. *John tightens his fist, swinging it hard at the left of Tommy's face.* it creates a better enviroment for everyone if no one commits insanely over-powered, quite frankly stupid actions.
Define metagaming: I, being the avid roleplayer that I am. Find that metagaming is when a player uses information he wouldn't have access to in character to gain some kinda of In-character or Out-of-character advantage. Or if it deprives another player of something in the same instances. If someone is asking.. for example where a town is, I believe it is perfectly alright to tell them that information and have them "Meta-game" it. As their character would logically know that information anyways, and it will usually only create constructive, fun RP for that player and who they meet up with. So, as long as it is done without malicious or self-centered intent. I think metagaming is /generally/ okay. Take that with a grain of salt though, there are definitely players who abuse OOC information and should get diddly-stomped for it.
( Sorry if I ranted too much about my own personal opinions, I plan to follow the rules you have in place none the less. xD )
Who was the first king of Redania?: Kurgan D'Arco
Why did the great dwarven kingdom collapse?: Betrayel within the kingdom, revolving around the orb of chaos.
Who are the Jarr?: Nomadic Dark Elf people. Who can often be associated with dragons.
IC
Character Name: Lawrence Durren
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Elf
Character Appearance:
Character Personality: Lawrence has an apathetic, almost sociopathic outlook on things he deems unimportant or irrelevant. Usually being plants and animals. Will be generally talkative if spoken to directly. But generally doesn't like to spark conversation with a random strangers. Greatly enjoys making friends, but usually struggles to do so with his nomadic tendency and reluctance to accept people into his circle. So a lot of what he says is taken coldly or devoid of empathy by others.
Strengths:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a blessing
-Carries randomly obscure domestic objects and has quite a few skills which can be found useful in the common household.
-Can fight some bit effectively with a decently wide arsenal of lightweight stabbing and slashing weapons. Fighting most effectively with Rapiers and Daggers.
-Has a strange and unpredictable fighting technique, often using enviroment instead of physical force.
Weaknesses:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a curse.
-Couldn't swim if you paid him too, mostly because of his clothing and gear he carries about.
-Lacks formal fighting training, so he fights in his own unpredictable yet quite reckless style. Frequently struggles in one versus one, duel-esque combat situations.
-Is socially lacking, even when speaking to people he's known for a long time he can come off as awkward, misunderstood, or just generally stupid when seen in certain a certain light. But he really doesn't seem to notice it, getting quite confused at peoples reactions to things he does.
Character Biography:
Lawrence Durren, born of elven lineage to his parents. Delaro and Sasha Durren, was given up to a caretaker when he was three years of age. His parents couldn't handle the burdens that came with raising him, or afford to feed him. So in a last ditch attempt to give their son a go at life, they sold him to a travelling Plague Doctor. The man's name was Kanzhe. For the first year or so Lawrence generally disliked Kanzhe, though he never much expressed it. Growing to like.. err.. accept him as he aged. As a child he was drilled with moral code to follow. To never strike someone who hasn't brought harm onto you, unless to purge those who didn't share beliefs with you. Lawrence questioned this kind of contradiction. He witnessed many of these "Purgings" and luckily wasn't taken in at a young enough age to consciously view that as being okay, and often refuted the old man for doing it.
As Lawrence grew older, he started to see more and more of the things Kanzhe did as "morally wrong" or in his eyes just plain disturbing. Once Lawrence turned 15, or as Kanzhe said "The Number of Discovery", that he would be taken under Kanzhe to study to become a "Doctor", a Plague Doctor more specifically. Though they're more the hired weapons of the corrupt guild of which his "kind" derive from. Lawrence honestly only saw this as a free outfit and a job. So he took it. He rarely did any actual studying, more a less just cleaning up the bodies of anyone who crossed Kanzhe. But after the first few instances he became accustomed to this lifestyle. Lawrence often was emotionally conflicted by the things he would see Kanzhe do, but his emotions were dulled after a short time. Death after death, Lawrence grew to despise Kanzhe even more than he already had. Kanzhe, after living a full life. Died at the age of 56, living a full life. Lawrence attended Kanzhe's funeral, that of which many of Kanzhe's sexual partners he collected around the lands met one another. Sprawling into massive arguments about who had rights to his belongings. Before long, Lawrence was awarded his own Plague Doctor outfit, a hefty coat and cloak made of black clothes and hard leathers, dabbled with chainmail in various exposed parts. Lawrence liked the jingle of the chains as he walked about. Often jingling it about and singing to himself in a strange way as he travels alone.
Lawrence, now 28 years old with absolutely no objective in life. Other than walking around, attempting to make friends. Which he always struggled with, due to his nomadic tendencies. Lawrence hunts for himself, albeit not very well. Usually ending up having to pick up side jobs in taverns and the such to feed himself. He has adopted many domestic skills from said tavern work. Cleaning dishes, tables. Mixing drinks and making tea are some of his most prominent skills. Lawrence may say he misses his old life, the constant excitement, but he doesn't. He prefers a quieter life, socializing to most degrees. Only ever really getting into fights when people threaten him or his closer circle of allies. Wandering around in search of his possible greater purpose, other than that is quite intentively looking for a place to settle more permanently.
Scenarios
1. You are traveling along the roads of Redania when a bandit jumps out in front of you. He claims several of his fellows are hiding in the brush beside the road, and if you value your life, to drop all the valuables you possess.
Lawrence cocks his head at the Bandit, a muffled grunt coming from inside his mask. His voice not having escaped, the responds to his grunt by hitting his chest with his clenched fist, wrapped around his shambling war-axe in that of a taunting manner. Lawrence grins at this, before waving at the Bandit dismissively. "Nae, let me pass or I'll kill you." he speaks bluntly, grinning somewhat sadistically under his mask, hand falling down to the hilt of the scimitar he's carrying with a chuckle. The bandit, called out on his bluff scoots backwards. Clearly flustered by Lawrence's apparent perceptiveness. The Bandits pivots on his foot, sprinting hard to escape, Lawrence plants his foot hard as he starts to chase. After several hefty, wide strides he slows down. Realizing how pointless chasing him will be. Shrugging it off he continues to walk in the same direction at a moderate pace, keeping his eyes out for the bandit's return.
2. You are inside a small inn enjoying a tankard of ale when an obviously intoxicated man stumbles into you. He gestures at you rudely and tells you to watch where you’re going.
Lawrence shakes his head, a faint laugh comes from his mask. Without much movement Lawrence speaks, "Sorry, sir." he nods lightly at the man. The drunken man grunts somewhat loudly before continuing towards the door, clearly not contented by Lawrence's answer. He then bumps into another man and does something of a simular manner. Thinking he may be a pick-pocket, Lawrence pats his coat and pants pockets. Nothing's been stolen, Lawrence nods intentively to himself. Before returning to his tankard of ale with a slight yawn. Thinking about the good rest he hopes to have after his ale.
3. You are at the market when you come upon a stall selling some particularly interesting wares. You decide to buy one, and the owner of the stall names a rather outrageous price.
Lawrence shakes his head, "That's too much, for a /proclaimed/ magic necklace." the Dwarf shopkeep glares at him in a very un-amused manner. "Eff ya' don't loik et t'en leave!" his voice is somewhat crackly, clearly angered. Lawrence nods rapidly, "That's just what I'll do." he grunts, pivotting on his foot starting for the door. Clearly very tired of the markets prices in general. Lawrence sighs as he heads for the door, the keeper raises his voice at him. "An' no comin' back! Ya 'ear!?" Lawrences chuckles in response at the clearly agitated merchant, before taking his leave and moving to find a place to rest his head.
Reposted with changes, hopefully I get in this time. c:
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He's stated he doesn't need your assistance, leave it to the staff. Simple as that, no need for either of you to start an argument.
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OOC
Minecraft username: KaptainKake9
What is your age: 15
What is your timezone: EST
What experience do you have in roleplaying?: Various Medieval and Fallout roleplays, including LOTC, Wayward Realms, Akavir, SOoF, Wild Wasteland, The Vault, etc. This isn't my first time around, you could say. xD
Have you read, understood, and accepted the rules?: Would I be applying if I hadn't? C;
What is the rule you agree with the most?: I have to choose one? Refraining from speaking OOC in IC chats. I find it annoying when people won't stop the local OOC. x-x
How did you find the server?: Just fiddling about the forums, it seems pretty fleshed out. Hopefully entertaining for myself and those who I RP with.
Why should you be whitelisted?: Good question. I'm a pretty okay roleplayer, or I'm told. I can be serious when it's necessary, but I also enjoy a good joke now and again.
Definitions
Define powergaming: Powergaming is when a person, in-character forces someone into doing something. Or gives them no ability to roleplay back or respond. Every action CAN have a counteraction even if it may not seem like it. I'll provide an example, instead of emoting *Punches Tommy in the face* you would have to attempt/try to do the action. *John tightens his fist, swinging it hard at the left of Tommy's face.* it creates a better enviroment for everyone if no one commits insanely over-powered, quite frankly stupid actions.
Define metagaming: I, being the avid roleplayer that I am. Find that metagaming is when a player uses information he wouldn't have access to in character to gain some kinda of In-character or Out-of-character advantage. Or if it deprives another player of something in the same instances. If someone is asking.. for example where a town is, I believe it is perfectly alright to tell them that information and have them "Meta-game" it. As their character would logically know that information anyways, and it will usually only create constructive, fun RP for that player and who they meet up with. So, as long as it is done without malicious or self-centered intent. I think metagaming is /generally/ okay. Take that with a grain of salt though, there are definitely players who abuse OOC information and should get diddly-stomped for it.
( Sorry if I ranted too much about my own personal opinions, I plan to follow the rules you have in place none the less. xD )
Who was the first king of Redania?: Kurgan D'Arco
Why did the great dwarven kingdom collapse?: Betrayel within the kingdom, revolving around the orb of chaos.
Who are the Jarr?: Nomadic Dark Elf people. Who can often be associated with dragons.
IC
Character Name: Lawrence Durren
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Elf
Character Appearance:
Character Personality: Lawrence has an apathetic, almost sociopathic outlook on things he deems unimportant or irrelevant. Usually being plants and animals. Will be generally talkative if spoken to directly. But generally doesn't like to spark conversation with a random strangers. Greatly enjoys making friends, but usually struggles to do so with his nomadic tendency and reluctance to accept people into his circle. So a lot of what he says is taken coldly or devoid of empathy by others.
Strengths:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a blessing
-Carries randomly obscure small things around in his pockets, need toenail clippers? He likely has some.
-Can fight some bit effectively with a decently wide arsenal of lightweight stabbing and slashing weapons. Fighting most effectively with Rapiers and Daggers.
-Has a strange and unpredictable fighting technique, often using enviroment instead of physical force.
Weaknesses:
-Apathy/Sociopathic behaviour can be a curse.
-Couldn't swim if you paid him too, mostly because of his clothing and gear he carries about.
-Lacks formal fighting training, so he fights in his own unpredictable yet quite reckless style. Frequently struggles in one versus one, duel-esque combat situations.
-Is socially lacking, even when speaking to people he's known for a long time he can come off as awkward, misunderstood, or just generally stupid when seen in certain a certain light. But he really doesn't seem to notice it, getting quite confused at peoples reactions to things he does.
Character Biography:
Lawrence Durren, born of elven lineage to his parents. Delaro and Sasha Durren, was given up to a caretaker when he was three years of age. His parents couldn't handle the burdens that came with raising him, or afford to feed him. So in a last ditch attempt to give their son a go at life, they sold him to a travelling Plague Doctor. The man's name was Kanzhe. For the first year or so Lawrence generally disliked Kanzhe, though he never much expressed it. Growing to like.. err.. accept him as he aged. As a child he was drilled with moral code to follow. To never strike someone who hasn't brought harm onto you, unless to purge those who didn't share beliefs with you. Lawrence questioned this kind of contradiction. He witnessed many of these "Purgings" and luckily wasn't taken in at a young enough age to consciously view that as being okay, and often refuted the old man for doing it.
As Lawrence grew older, he started to see more and more of the things Kanzhe did as "morally wrong" or in his eyes just plain disturbing. Once Lawrence turned 15, or as Kanzhe said "The Number of Discovery", that he would be taken under Kanzhe to study to become a "Doctor", a Plague Doctor more specifically. Though they're more the hired weapons of the corrupt church which they derive from. Lawrence honestly only saw this as a free outfit and a job. So he took it. He rarely did any actual studying, more a less just cleaning up the bodies of Kanzhe's proclaimed /heretics/. But after the first few instances he became accustomed to this lifestyle. Lawrence often was emotionally conflicted by the things he would see Kanzhe do, but his emotions were soon dulled to the point where he could kill your average man without thinking twice about it. Given the proper reasoning to. Kanzhe, after living a full life. Died at the age of 56, living a full life. Lawrence attended Kanzhe funeral, that of which many of Kanzhe's sexual partners he collected around the lands met one another. Before long, Lawrence was awarded his own Plague Doctor outfit, a hefty coat and cloak made of black clothes and hard leathers, dabbled with chainmail in various exposed parts. Lawrence liked the jingle of the chains as he walked about. Often creating beats to sing to himself as he walked down paths alone.
Lawrence, now 28 years old with absolutely no objective in life. Other than walking around, attempting to make friends. Which he always struggled with, due to his nomadic tendencies. Lawrence hunts for himself, albeit not very well. Usually ending up having to pick up side jobs in taverns and the such to feed himself. He has adopted many domestic skills from said tavern work. Cleaning dishes, tables. Mixing drinks and making tea are some of his most prominent skills. Lawrence may say he misses his old life, the constant excitement, but he doesn't. He prefers a quieter life, socializing to most degrees. Only ever really getting into fights when people threaten him or his closer circle of allies. Wandering around in search of his possible greater purpose, other than that is quite intentively looking for a place to settle more permanently.
Scenarios
1. You are traveling along the roads of Redania when a bandit jumps out in front of you. He claims several of his fellows are hiding in the brush beside the road, and if you value your life, to drop all the valuables you possess.
Lawrence cocks his head at the Bandit, a muffled grunt coming from inside his mask. His voice not having escaped, the responds to his grunt by hitting his chest with his clenched fist, wrapped around his shambling war-axe in that of a taunting manner. Lawrence grins at this, before waving at the Bandit dismissively. "Nae, let me pass or I'll kill you." he speaks bluntly, grinning somewhat sadistically under his mask, hand falling down to the hilt of the scimitar he's carrying with a chuckle. The bandit, called out on his bluff scoots backwards. Clearly flustered by Lawrence's apparent perceptiveness. The Bandits pivots on his foot, sprinting hard to escape, Lawrence plants his foot hard as he starts to chase. After several hefty, wide strides he slows down. Realizing how pointless chasing him will be. Shrugging it off he continues to walk in the same direction at a moderate pace, keeping his eyes out for the bandit's return.
2. You are inside a small inn enjoying a tankard of ale when an obviously intoxicated man stumbles into you. He gestures at you rudely and tells you to watch where you’re going.
Lawrence shakes his head, a faint laugh comes from his mask. Without much movement Lawrence speaks, "Sorry, sir." he nods lightly at the man. The drunken man grunts somewhat loudly before continuing towards the door, clearly not contented by Lawrence's answer. He then bumps into another man and does something of a simular manner. Thinking he may be a pick-pocket, Lawrence pats his coat and pants pockets. Nothing's been stolen, Lawrence nods intentively to himself. Before returning to his tankard of ale with a slight yawn. Thinking about the good rest he hopes to have after his ale.
3. You are at the market when you come upon a stall selling some particularly interesting wares. You decide to buy one, and the owner of the stall names a rather outrageous price.
Lawrence shakes his head, "That's too much, for a /proclaimed/ magic necklace." the Dwarf shopkeep glares at him in a very un-amused manner. "Eff ya' don't loik et t'en leave!" his voice is somewhat crackly, clearly angered. Lawrence nods rapidly, "That's just what I'll do." he grunts, pivotting on his foot starting for the door. Clearly very tired of the markets prices in general. Lawrence sighs as he heads for the door, the keeper raises his voice at him. "An' no comin' back! Ya 'ear!?" Lawrences chuckles in response at the clearly agitated merchant, before taking his leave and moving to find a place to rest his head.
( Hope ya' liked it. Also hope I get accepted. c:< )
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Such application.
Much troll.
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Age: 15
Why you?: I'm not one to gloat, but I am a good builder and I think I could contribute alot to the outcome of the servers build!
How much time can you dedicate?: Depends on the day, atleast an hour or two every day.
Previous Pictures of builds: http://imgur.com/SUCpR5l,99qzqTS,hiLqSTa,WzXiiRP#3
-First three pictures are a ski lift I built on WW.
-Fourth picture is "ChillVille" A snow fort I built in survival for fun on WW as well.
I have a couple other builds lying around on various servers, too lazy to post them here but I hope this will suffice.
Skype: TheQuestForThePinkTaco, I don't use it to often anymore but if need be I can use it. I have a mic.
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Maturity: 8 out of 10, I can be serious when it's needed but I like to play around and have fun!
Have you ever griefed/will you ever grief?: I have griefed before and I wouldn't exactly say I'm proud of it, pretty much anyone would be lying if they said they haven't. But I will not grief on this server, I greatly enjoy RP and wouldn't really get any enjoyment out of breaking a perfectly good server. :I
RPG experience: I have played on various RP servers, basically I can say that I'm not new to RP.
Online Hours(Timezone included!): 2-5 hours a day depending on my schedule, I'm in EST.
Best to play hours (^): Not any specific hours, I go on whenever I can.
Faction you wish to join: Not sure yet, maybe the Reich or The Red Line
Why you wish to join?: I have played Metro 2033 and I loved it and have been looking for a metro minecraft RP for a long while. I'm known around the RP community and would like to ask if you guys need builders? I can definitely build a Metro themed server!
How did you find us?: Through the forums.
Did you read Metro2033 or played the game?: I have played 2033 and will most likely play last light and read the books when I scrape up some monies. ;D
EDIT: Hi deadjaw! You remember me from the faction you ran on war never changes, and on iriliath?
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