Why do you want to play on this server?: The last time I was here it was extremely fun and I want to rejoin the fray.
Did you read the rules? Yes.
IC:
Character Name: Onticaro Nagoto
Character age: 19
RP Example:
Blinking lights washes the sky in bright contrast to the surrounding black void. An eager child sits in thegrass with his proclaimed mother. The moon shines over the grassy plains they sit in. "Look, Mother! Falling stars" The child says as he points out the streaks of lights. " Yes deary.. those are falling stars." The youngster looks over to his mom with a brig grin. " Wish for anything, mum?" The mother whom is lieing down in the grass looks over to her son. Her lips form a small smile, " Oh you know.. world peace and such." The young boy giggles. " That's silly mom! Noth-"
Annoying ringing sounds and muffled gunfire awaken Richard from his past. He opens his eyes finding himself inside a small crater. Even more muffled sounds reasonate around his ears. Richard realizes it's just his radio. Seconds later he is able to make out something. " Rick, you ok?" Says a husky squad leader. Richard sits up, rubbing his head. His armor is ripped nearly apart. He clears his throat, " Y-yeah I'm just hunky dory, sir." Smoke and fire covers the night sky. He squints his eyes tring to looks for some stars, but to his avail he can not spot any. He stands imidieatly and re-hits the small buttong on his helmet, remembering what hit him. It was a random flaming missle from the sky.
Bio:
He was of the age of 2 when he was seperated from his mother. His father took him onto his care. He roamed around with his father's lost scientists. His father loved his son dearly, wanting the best for him. They lived in the mountains of california. When Onticaro was near the age of 7 saved a starving child, whom was a year older than Onticaro.
They instantly became extremely well friends, considering each other as brothers. Surviving together with their gaurdian father. It was quiet around the mountains, since it got pretty cold up there and nothing really lived up there. Onticaro's father had a small cattle herd. Wich supplied some amount of food, but they still had to make a small tracks to a small town that was florishing.
Onticaro and his sorta brother were naturals at robotics and eletronics by the ages of 9 and 10. At times they would even help out the scientists with the robotic guards they had made. The two even helped fix a securitron that they named Wakuh, because that was the sound it made at times. Onticaro's father taught them in the ways of robotics and made sure they knew other basic survival techniques.
Years later when Onticaro was turning 13, he and his friend were off exploring some uncharted regions of the mountain. What they didn't expect was a nest of deathclaws. Their robotic pet was able to hold the monsters off until the two returned to camp. Completely out of breath they tried to explain what happened but the Deathclaws attacked before any defense robots were activated. It was a slaughter fest, and inside it the two friends were seperated. Onticaro witnessed his father death right infront of him. His father was protecting him with a crowbar. Horrified he ran. Ran far away, his father's blood masking his scent from the other Deathclaws.
In-Game Username: MosueMan
Applying for Match #: 1
Reason to Choose You: Fighting for Aswein! And fighting is fun too .
# of Matches Previously Participated In: 0
OOC-
IGN: MosueMan
Age: 15
Previous Role-Playing Experience: Some uhm. Uhh.I just started about a few months ago.
Previous Minecraft Experience: The Vualt Rp for a month, some other fallout-based rp for a few weeks.
What you can bring to Aswein: Uhm, I like to be sneaky. I can build cool things too.
Why you wish to join: I want to play with some friends and have a nice cup of RP.
ICC-
ICN: Renkona
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Faction you wish to join: Japan
Appearance: Blond Hair, Dark blue eyes.
Personality: Fights for what he believes in. Protects his friends with his life. Doesn't know how to express his feelings well.
Background: He grew up living in the streets of a rather large town. When he was small enough not to remember his parents, they were killed in a war. The towns people would take their anger out on him, leaving him in the E.R every other day. He had no friends either. When he turned the age of 7, he was able to hide well enough not to be hurt anymore. He had no time to be a child. A few years later the town was burned to the ground by a band of rogue samurai. He watched the people who hurt him die before him. The samurai stole everything of value and left five hours after they arrived. He was the lone survivor. Laughing darkly he left the town in search for a reason to live.
IGN - MosueMan
Age - 15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 5 to 8 hours a day.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I don't have it right now. But if needed I will get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information.
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - uhm, I can't at the moment.
Link to the website? - http://www.thevaultrp.com/
IC
Name -Mosue
Gender - Male
Age - 23
RP example - “So it's behind this door huh?” Virgil asked. Looking at the stone door he and his brother's had discovered by cutting away some vines. It was right where the village chief had said it would be. Deep inside a cave who's entrance is blocked by a massive boulder. He had said there would be a problem.
The boulder lay in a pile of billions of pieces off just outside the cave. The door was at the end of the cave. A massive slab of stone. It was smooth except for a strange, spiral symbol in the center of the door. But....
“Perhaps it wasn't meant to be opened.” Relic said. Ripping off vines and moving rocks to see if he could find anything else.
“What's the point of a door if it can't be opened!” Virgil yelled. Throwing his hands into the air.
“Shut up, Virgil.” Thane told him. He came through the trees and joined them. “Before the natives hear you.”
Virgil laughed. “The natives?” He stared at his younger brother with eyes as black as his heart. “The natives can go rot in hell. The day I'm afraid of scrawny men running around with wooden sticks will be the day I go weak.” He titled his head and his eyes seemed to create an aura of evil around him. “I will never go weak.”
Thane and Virgil stared eachother down. Thane never did feel comfortable around Virgil. He was so much like their mother...willing to do just about anything for power. He had the same eyes as her. They put out the same energy....an energy that made people feel inferior and....and.....weak.
They were brought back to earth by Relic yelling out, “Hey!” He pulled at some more vines and threw them aside. “There's writing on here.” They walked over behind Relic.
Thane and Virgil looked over their older brother's shoulders. The writing was ancient and was in a language that had long since been forgotten. It was the language of the Cosmos. The beings who walked the planet in its early stages. Before the Gods of Creation created the rivers and oceans. Before the Gods of Destruction created the volcanoes and the fault lines.
“Didn't mom teach you how to read this, Virgil?” Relic asked. Not taking his eyes off the scripture that was just a bunch of scribbles engraved in a wall to him.
“Mother...” Virgil said, closing his eyes and smiling. He opened his eyes. He was strangely calm... “She taught me many things, brother.”
“Did she teach you this?”
He looked over at the writing again and nodded. He took a deep breath and translated the symbols. “Once...a long time ago...there were....two? No....” He squinted his eyes. “Three....brothers.”
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Mosue grew up in a hateful town. His parents had died when he was just a baby. In the first 6 years of his life he lived in an orphanage, until he got kicked out. He then grew up in the streets searching for his next meal in the dumpsters. Learning how to hide from people. He never had a family,so people would eventually find him and let their anger out on him. He ended up in the Hospital's E.R. every other night.
When he turned 10 the town was attacked by a large raider group. They burned it to the ground. Every one had died, except Mosue. He had used his skills that he learned when evading the towns people to escape. He stumbled out into the wastes learning life skills, such as looting abandoned place.
When he was about 16 he was ambushed by a rather large group of ghouls. He was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, He didn't remember who he was or where he was. He had obtained amnesia.
A few weeks later he found a small town where he would find friends and other things. Several years later Jose, Dart, Popette, and Mosue are now on their way to find one of their friends who left them long ago. They try not to remember the past, because the only thing that matters is the present.
IGN: MosueMan
Age: 15
Why you want building rights: To build a base of sorts, so random people won't kill me :l
What's this RP about?: Fallout, you know, the game. Were everything has gone to heck?
This RP is non-building oriented, understood?: Yep, guess I'll just walk around and crap. But I'll have my base to sleep in. Hehehe
lol because i cheated on that im starting a new world, but i really cant play, theres about 50 zephyrs when i get out the portal, not exageratting.
what did you get from chest?
i got 3 vampire blades, cant remember the rest...
I got a pair of Phoenix gloves and some stupid lore books, soon after that I went for a swim and my gloves turned into obsidian O_o
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Annoying ringing sounds and muffled gunfire awaken Richard from his past. He opens his eyes finding himself inside a small crater. Even more muffled sounds reasonate around his ears. Richard realizes it's just his radio. Seconds later he is able to make out something. " Rick, you ok?" Says a husky squad leader. Richard sits up, rubbing his head. His armor is ripped nearly apart. He clears his throat, " Y-yeah I'm just hunky dory, sir." Smoke and fire covers the night sky. He squints his eyes tring to looks for some stars, but to his avail he can not spot any. He stands imidieatly and re-hits the small buttong on his helmet, remembering what hit him. It was a random flaming missle from the sky.
They instantly became extremely well friends, considering each other as brothers. Surviving together with their gaurdian father. It was quiet around the mountains, since it got pretty cold up there and nothing really lived up there. Onticaro's father had a small cattle herd. Wich supplied some amount of food, but they still had to make a small tracks to a small town that was florishing.
Onticaro and his sorta brother were naturals at robotics and eletronics by the ages of 9 and 10. At times they would even help out the scientists with the robotic guards they had made. The two even helped fix a securitron that they named Wakuh, because that was the sound it made at times. Onticaro's father taught them in the ways of robotics and made sure they knew other basic survival techniques.
Years later when Onticaro was turning 13, he and his friend were off exploring some uncharted regions of the mountain. What they didn't expect was a nest of deathclaws. Their robotic pet was able to hold the monsters off until the two returned to camp. Completely out of breath they tried to explain what happened but the Deathclaws attacked before any defense robots were activated. It was a slaughter fest, and inside it the two friends were seperated. Onticaro witnessed his father death right infront of him. His father was protecting him with a crowbar. Horrified he ran. Ran far away, his father's blood masking his scent from the other Deathclaws.
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Applying for Match #: 1
Reason to Choose You: Fighting for Aswein! And fighting is fun too .
# of Matches Previously Participated In: 0
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IGN: MosueMan
Age: 15
Previous Role-Playing Experience: Some uhm. Uhh.I just started about a few months ago.
Previous Minecraft Experience: The Vualt Rp for a month, some other fallout-based rp for a few weeks.
What you can bring to Aswein: Uhm, I like to be sneaky. I can build cool things too.
Why you wish to join: I want to play with some friends and have a nice cup of RP.
ICC-
ICN: Renkona
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Faction you wish to join: Japan
Appearance: Blond Hair, Dark blue eyes.
Personality: Fights for what he believes in. Protects his friends with his life. Doesn't know how to express his feelings well.
Background: He grew up living in the streets of a rather large town. When he was small enough not to remember his parents, they were killed in a war. The towns people would take their anger out on him, leaving him in the E.R every other day. He had no friends either. When he turned the age of 7, he was able to hide well enough not to be hurt anymore. He had no time to be a child. A few years later the town was burned to the ground by a band of rogue samurai. He watched the people who hurt him die before him. The samurai stole everything of value and left five hours after they arrived. He was the lone survivor. Laughing darkly he left the town in search for a reason to live.
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Age - 15
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 5 to 8 hours a day.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I don't have it right now. But if needed I will get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information.
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - uhm, I can't at the moment.
Link to the website? - http://www.thevaultrp.com/
IC
Name -Mosue
Gender - Male
Age - 23
RP example - “So it's behind this door huh?” Virgil asked. Looking at the stone door he and his brother's had discovered by cutting away some vines. It was right where the village chief had said it would be. Deep inside a cave who's entrance is blocked by a massive boulder. He had said there would be a problem.
The boulder lay in a pile of billions of pieces off just outside the cave. The door was at the end of the cave. A massive slab of stone. It was smooth except for a strange, spiral symbol in the center of the door. But....
“Perhaps it wasn't meant to be opened.” Relic said. Ripping off vines and moving rocks to see if he could find anything else.
“What's the point of a door if it can't be opened!” Virgil yelled. Throwing his hands into the air.
“Shut up, Virgil.” Thane told him. He came through the trees and joined them. “Before the natives hear you.”
Virgil laughed. “The natives?” He stared at his younger brother with eyes as black as his heart. “The natives can go rot in hell. The day I'm afraid of scrawny men running around with wooden sticks will be the day I go weak.” He titled his head and his eyes seemed to create an aura of evil around him. “I will never go weak.”
Thane and Virgil stared eachother down. Thane never did feel comfortable around Virgil. He was so much like their mother...willing to do just about anything for power. He had the same eyes as her. They put out the same energy....an energy that made people feel inferior and....and.....weak.
They were brought back to earth by Relic yelling out, “Hey!” He pulled at some more vines and threw them aside. “There's writing on here.” They walked over behind Relic.
Thane and Virgil looked over their older brother's shoulders. The writing was ancient and was in a language that had long since been forgotten. It was the language of the Cosmos. The beings who walked the planet in its early stages. Before the Gods of Creation created the rivers and oceans. Before the Gods of Destruction created the volcanoes and the fault lines.
“Didn't mom teach you how to read this, Virgil?” Relic asked. Not taking his eyes off the scripture that was just a bunch of scribbles engraved in a wall to him.
“Mother...” Virgil said, closing his eyes and smiling. He opened his eyes. He was strangely calm... “She taught me many things, brother.”
“Did she teach you this?”
He looked over at the writing again and nodded. He took a deep breath and translated the symbols. “Once...a long time ago...there were....two? No....” He squinted his eyes. “Three....brothers.”
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Mosue grew up in a hateful town. His parents had died when he was just a baby. In the first 6 years of his life he lived in an orphanage, until he got kicked out. He then grew up in the streets searching for his next meal in the dumpsters. Learning how to hide from people. He never had a family,so people would eventually find him and let their anger out on him. He ended up in the Hospital's E.R. every other night.
When he turned 10 the town was attacked by a large raider group. They burned it to the ground. Every one had died, except Mosue. He had used his skills that he learned when evading the towns people to escape. He stumbled out into the wastes learning life skills, such as looting abandoned place.
When he was about 16 he was ambushed by a rather large group of ghouls. He was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, He didn't remember who he was or where he was. He had obtained amnesia.
A few weeks later he found a small town where he would find friends and other things. Several years later Jose, Dart, Popette, and Mosue are now on their way to find one of their friends who left them long ago. They try not to remember the past, because the only thing that matters is the present.
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Age: 15
Why you want building rights: To build a base of sorts, so random people won't kill me :l
What's this RP about?: Fallout, you know, the game. Were everything has gone to heck?
This RP is non-building oriented, understood?: Yep, guess I'll just walk around and crap. But I'll have my base to sleep in. Hehehe
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Those heart crystals give you an extra heart, literaly
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I got a pair of Phoenix gloves and some stupid lore books, soon after that I went for a swim and my gloves turned into obsidian O_o