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    posted a message on Serious Fantasy Roleplay
    Ehem... Mister Oblivious... Derpy is second best pony <3
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    posted a message on [R4] [1.2.5] ☢ Fallout: Aftermath ☢ | 24/7 | Guns+ | Physics! | Courier! | Hardcore RP | Replica of the Mojave! | Experienced S
    Come on man, get a new argument. The whole "I PAYED FOR IT, IT'S MINE" thing is getting old..
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    posted a message on [R4] [1.2.5] ☢ Fallout: Aftermath ☢ | 24/7 | Guns+ | Physics! | Courier! | Hardcore RP | Replica of the Mojave! | Experienced S
    Well, just glad the server's not dying. Thanks for not making all the hours I spent on the server wasted ones ^-^
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    posted a message on [1.2.5] ☢ FALLOUT: WILD WASTELAND ☢ | 24/7 | Fallout Guns+ | Harcore Roleplay | Spoutcraft | In Beta | Your Leader In Post-Apoca
    Well, being one of the newer members, I can't say I have alot of the server to miss. Honestly, I put a lot of time into it these last few days, and even made decent friends with Death and a few others. I'm sad to hear of the death (no pun intended) of the server. Anyone I knew want to keep in contact, my Skype is zekealo.

    ~Zeke
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    posted a message on [In Dev] Lost Space: A futuristic space/diesel punk serious Roleplaying server, looking for Builder, Artist, and more! BB code f
    OOC
    In game name: zekealo
    Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Country or timezone: United States, Pacific Timezone.
    Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: Fallout , Fallout 3,Fallout: New Vegas.
    Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks really well done, a lot of work looks to have been done to make this server stick out from the rest.
    Have you read the rules?: :Diamond:
    Have you read the lore?: Nakamura rose as a front of the rebellion against the BoS, and he sectioned off his own part of the Chicago Wasteland. This new land would be called New Chicago. Nakamura had been a robot technician pre-war, but had realize that a Mr. House was going to surpass that of any robot he had made as of yet with his coming Secuirton Combat Drone line of robots, Nakamura acted by stealing the blueprints for said robots. He went on to creathe the Synthetic Intergrated Combat Humanoid, or S.I.C.H. As New Chicago grew, so did the factions that inhabited it. NCR and BoS were lead to war when the NCR were taking land that did not belong to them, but the war was soon over due to the BoS's overpowering of the NCR. New Chicago began to expand, all the way to a place once known as Lake Michigan. Finally, they had also retaken Detroit and it was quite an industrialized city.

    IC
    Name: Zeke Sharp
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Class: Wastelander
    Character's signifying traits, include appearance as well: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he shows a genuine caring for those he holds close. Much prefers stealth over direct confrontation, although fighting is something he is more then accustomed to. He is heavily tanned, wears a worn cloth scarf over his mouth and chin to hide a bullet that had broken the tip of his lower jaw and left a nasty scar over his chin. His brown eyes are matched equally by his brown "sandy" hair, which is long enough to cover a large portion of his face that isn't obstructed by the neck-ware in-which already described.
    RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
    "Dana, come on girl, get up. You're gonna' make it, please get up..." Zeke begged, holding the hand of his fallen companion in his hands as gingerly as though it were a feather. Dana, Zeke's long time companion, lay on the rough terrain, multiple blood spots quickly appearing through her chest and stomach. It had all been the result of an attack from a Brotherhood of Steel group who had assumed this small party if two had been raiders based on their looted apparel. Zeke had taken her and fled, getting as far away as possible after Dana was initially hit hard by an assault rifle.
    "Zeke... Make it to Chicago and..." she began to heavily cough, and Zeke held her tight as tears formed in his eyes. He couldn't bare to hear her in this state, and after serveral moments of coughing and catching her breath she continued, "find the hope I was looking for." she stopped, this sentance seeming to take a lot of her existing energy.
    "I know baby girl, just stay with me. You'll be fine and we can find that beautiful house you always wanted in New Chicago.. We'll get a nice view, close enough to a park that our kids will be able to play, and we can watch them grow up happily.. You need to get up so we can have that future you always wanted.." Zeke said, the tears now heavily streaming down his face. He held her hand tight to himself, wishing that if he never let go, she would never have to leave. She reached her free hand up and brushed his hair away from his eyes.
    "I always loved your eyes. They complimented your hair so well, gave you that rough and tough kind of look.. I'll be fine, I'll get to see my parents again, and I'll find your daughter and tell her all about you, tell her all about how her daddy was a great guy.." Her hand fell to her side and she sighed, and Zeke could see her losing the fight with herself..
    "Don't leave me Dana, please.. I need you... I love you.." But it was much to late for her to hear this, as she had slipped away. He held her tight and cursed this wretched wasteland for taking the last thing that meant anything to him.

    Character biography: Zeke was born February 5th, 2258 in Bloomington, Minnesota. He came to the Earth in a peaceful time. The town was a trader town, and with all the nearby cities, it fared well. The people could afford for themselves, and even induldge a little from time to time, but back to the story of Zeke. From an early age, Zeke wasn't the most sociable. The town lacked a real school, and instead parents were expected to teach their kids the basics of living, but the children still spent time together. The kids would often play in what was known as "The Lakes," a system of lakes and parks. Although warned to stay out of the lakes, the parks were a popular place for the children to play and get to know one another. Zeke wasn't particularly liked, and at the age of 12, the kids had taken to picking on him. It was usually just teasing, calling him names, and not letting him join them. Zeke did not mind this, preferring to be alone anyhow. Everything amazed him, especially the lakes, and he often spent time sitting by them. Something about how they had been tainted so badly by the fallout amazed him, and the kids often took notice to him sitting by.

    On the day of his 14th birthday, a day his parents had called "his doorway to manhood," Zeke spent it by doing what he did every day, he sat by the lake a drew on his new sketchpad. He wasn't the best artist, but he found it a peaceful past time to draw what he would imagine the vast lakes would be like if they weren't ruined by radiation. He sat, the mid afternoon sun beating down on him as he tried his best to draw a boat with his family on it, the three of them fishing happily, when he heard a group of the older kids, about 16, talking and laughing behind him. Upon turning around, they seemed to be pushing a kid toward him, pointing at Zeke and laughing. The kid, suddenly sticking his chin out like he was top guy, walked over to Zeke. He had proceeded to shove the young man into the lake and run. Zeke panicked, trashing in the water and finding himself sinking to the shallow bottom. It was only a good 6 or so feet, but in the panicked state, he couldn't tell 6 feet from 60 feet. And that's when he met Lindsey, as she had walked her way into the water and grabbed his hand, pulling him out. He recognized her as one of the girls in the group, an older girl. Zeke had found his one and only friend in the town, and he was perfectly happy.

    They grew up together, Lindsey a fiery girl, full of adventure and Zeke, a awkward guy who preferred to sit home and read rather then adventure. An odd pair that grew to love each other. Zeke and Lindsey's daughter Jackie was born on February 21st, 2263, mere weeks after Zeke's 18th birthday. It was a day of new life and death as Lindsey had passed away giving birth. Zeke had lost his one and only friend, but had gained a member of his family. It was on her 6th birthday when they had walked to the park and he showed her the spot where he had always sat and drawn as a child, and she had that great young quality of everything still amazing her, from the park bench to the lake itself. He had sat against a tree, 5 yards from the lake and began to draw like he had so many years ago. He could have sworn he had fallen asleep for only a second, but it was enough that he had lost his young girl to the lake as she had made her way into the lake and drowned. He was heartbroken. The town shunned him as a neglectful father, accusing him of drowning the girl, blaming her for the death of his previous lover. He decided it was time to leave the town, and had met a woman by the name of Dana who was making her way to a place called New Chicago, and it was then they decided to leave for the town. In the year that passed since he had left, he had learned a basic set of weaponry skills, and they had made their way to the outskirts of New Chicago when they were attacked by the BoS. After that encounter, Zeke alone made his way to New Chicago, hoping for a new life and, hopefully, a change of clothes.

    Sorry about my previous entry. I had placed a diamond in the rules section, and I am not sure what happened to it. If it is gone again, know that I have read the rules and you can call this little paragraph my diamond! As for my back story, it was a bad one anyway. I have completely redone it, and I like this one a bit more anyhow. As for the lore, well done. I really like it, and I have summarized it to the best of my abilities this time.
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    posted a message on ::Fallout:Old World Blues:: Spout - Serious RP - Lore - Guns - Factions - and more!
    As RedComet said, I have been waiting a bit for a white-listing after being accepted.. Any response would be nice.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    OOC:
    Ign: zekealo
    Age: 16
    Time you can dedicate:I guess you could call me a bit of a Minecraft addict. Hours a day ^^'
    Why us?: Seemed like a good time, and I love roleplaying!
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): I guess it's a form of acting, but with no script! Which makes it that much better! With a script, you know if your shot will hit or miss, with Role-playing... Well who knows except who you are shooting at! Anyhow, you take the role of someone else or something else and characterize it!
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using stuff you already knew OOC for your IC advantage. Like seeing a chat about how someone was going to block off the road 200 yards away, and this influences you to have your character take a back alley for no apparent reason.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: It is when you say or do something that just couldn't be possible, or that someone has absolutely no chance at stopping. "Zeke picked up the truck and threw it at the three people, killing them all instantly." Over powered strength, and they had no "chance" to stop it.
    IC:
    Name: Zeke Sharp
    Gender: Male
    Age: 25
    Skills: Not the best shot, but can use a gun if needed. Much better in hand in hand due to the bandits that taught him. An exceptional skill in lockpicking that made him stick out from the rest of the bandits.
    Personality: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely and scared without someone around.
    Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.

    Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
    "What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album!

    "I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.
    Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and what could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, to his fathers horror, he got it open! His father saw this and quickly brandished him, and this was when the bandits struck down his mother outside of the store, and his father quickly grabbed the gun and shot the first bandit to walk inside, only to be shot himself by the second and third bandits.

    This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes, crippling him. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He quickly made haste into the desolate Wasteland and quickly found himself lost, never venturing to far from the camp himself. All of his possessions had been in that camp! His screwdriver, his bobby pins, and most importantly, his weapons. He relied only on his sneak, and an awful lot of luck, to make it to make it to Freeside, a town near the strip that he had heard of once before.. Where he met up with an odd man by the name of Stuart. He had learned of some lingering gangs in the area, and how they had all been talking about how there was new life in Utah, and that it would be a smart investment to make his way there. Stuart was an odd man, always nervous and looking over his shoulder. A man with something to hide perhaps? But this was of no matter, they had decided they would make their way to Utah together with the little things they had.
    After much travel they were dwindling on the few provisions they had between them, but they had made it. This was the land of opportunity! Well, for Stu that is.

    Soon after reaching the outskirts of a slaver town called Nelson, Stuart had turned his gun on Zeke, demanding everything he owned. Zeke was petrified, confused, and betrayed. "But.. I helped you make it here! You can't just turn on me!"

    "You learn to grow up quick in the Wasteland kid." Now Zeke was truly alone. Alone and scared.


    "Nuka Cola is tasty!"

    As for that ban.. Honestly I have no idea. I can't imagine me ever being banned, hell I only play on about 4 different servers. Although if it was more recent, all I can say is I have a friend who knows my password and has changed my skins a few time to... Well, let's just say less appropriate things. I could see him griefing with it and such, and I do apologize. I have altered my password to that of a more private one. Again, deeply sorry and I do hope this application is better!
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    posted a message on [In Dev] Lost Space: A futuristic space/diesel punk serious Roleplaying server, looking for Builder, Artist, and more! BB code f
    OOC
    In game name: zekealo
    Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Country or timezone: United States, Pacific Timezone.
    Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: Fallout , Fallout 3,Fallout: New Vegas.
    Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks really well done, a lot of work looks to have been done to make this server stick out from the rest.
    Have you read the rules?:
    Have you read the lore?: Indeed.

    IC
    Name: Zeke Sharp
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Class: Raider
    Character's signifying traits, include appearance as well: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely with a lack of people around.
    Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.
    RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
    "What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album!
    "I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.
    Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and what could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, to his fathers horror, he got it open! His father saw this and quickly brandished him, and this was when the bandits struck down his mother outside of the store, and his father quickly grabbed the gun and shot the first bandit to walk inside, only to be shot himself by the second and third bandits.

    This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes, crippling him. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He quickly made haste into the desolate Wasteland and quickly found himself lost, never venturing to far from the camp himself. All of his possessions had been in that camp! His screwdriver, his bobby pins, and most importantly, his weapons. He relied only on his sneak, and an awful lot of luck, to make it to make it to Freeside, a town near the strip that he had heard of once before.. Where he met up with an odd man by the name of Stuart. He had learned of some lingering gangs in the area, and how they had all been talking about how there was new life in Utah, and that it would be a smart investment to make his way there. Stuart was an odd man, always nervous and looking over his shoulder. A man with something to hide perhaps? But this was of no matter, they had decided they would make their way to Utah together with the little things they had.
    After much travel they were dwindling on the few provisions they had between them, but they had made it. This was the land of opportunity! Well, for Stu that is.

    Soon after reaching the outskirts of a slaver town called Nelson, Stuart had turned his gun on Zeke, demanding everything he owned. Zeke was petrified, confused, and betrayed. "But.. I helped you make it here! You can't just turn on me!"

    "You learn to grow up quick in the Wasteland kid." Now Zeke was truly alone. Alone and scared. He knew he needed to find a new home, perhaps some bandits or raiders that would take him in. And that was where this story began!
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    posted a message on [1.2.5] ☢ FALLOUT: WILD WASTELAND ☢ | 24/7 | Fallout Guns+ | Harcore Roleplay | Spoutcraft | In Beta | Your Leader In Post-Apoca
    As of recent I have had a problem with furnaces. When trying to access one I get the error of: Internal exception: java.util.zip.ZipException: Not in GZIP format

    Redownloaded Spoutcraft and I do not believe that is the problem. Noone else is online so I have no idea if it is just me. A little help would be nice :D
    Posted in: Minecraft Survival Servers (archive)
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    OOC:
    Ign: zekealo
    Age: 16
    Time you can dedicate:I guess you could call me a bit of a Minecraft addict. Hours a day ^^'
    Why us?: Seemed like a good time, and I love roleplaying!
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): I guess it's a form of acting, but with no script! Which makes it that much better! With a script, you know if your shot will hit or miss, with Role-playing... Well who knows except who you are shooting at! Anyhow, you take the role of someone else or something else and characterize it!
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using stuff you already knew OOC for your IC advantage. Like seeing a chat about how someone was going to block off the road 200 yards away, and this influences you to have your character take a back alley for no apparent reason.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: It is when you say or do something that just couldn't be possible, or that someone has absolutely no chance at stopping. "Zeke picked up the truck and threw it at the three people, killing them all instantly." Over powered strength, and they had no "chance" to stop it.
    IC:
    Name: Zeke Sharp
    Gender: Male
    Age: 25
    Skills: Not the best shot, but can use a gun if needed. Much better in hand in hand due to the bandits that taught him. An exceptional skill in lockpicking that made him stick out from the rest of the bandits.
    Personality: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely and scared without someone around.
    Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.

    Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
    "What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album!

    "I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.
    Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and what could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, to his fathers horror, he got it open! His father saw this and quickly brandished him, and this was when the bandits struck down his mother outside of the store, and his father quickly grabbed the gun and shot the first bandit to walk inside, only to be shot himself by the second and third bandits.

    This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes, crippling him. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He quickly made haste into the desolate Wasteland and quickly found himself lost, never venturing to far from the camp himself. All of his possessions had been in that camp! His screwdriver, his bobby pins, and most importantly, his weapons. He relied only on his sneak, and an awful lot of luck, to make it to make it to Freeside, a town near the strip that he had heard of once before.. Where he met up with an odd man by the name of Stuart. He had learned of some lingering gangs in the area, and how they had all been talking about how there was new life in Utah, and that it would be a smart investment to make his way there. Stuart was an odd man, always nervous and looking over his shoulder. A man with something to hide perhaps? But this was of no matter, they had decided they would make their way to Utah together with the little things they had.
    After much travel they were dwindling on the few provisions they had between them, but they had made it. This was the land of opportunity! Well, for Stu that is.

    Soon after reaching the outskirts of a slaver town called Nelson, Stuart had turned his gun on Zeke, demanding everything he owned. Zeke was petrified, confused, and betrayed. "But.. I helped you make it here! You can't just turn on me!"

    "You learn to grow up quick in the Wasteland kid." Now Zeke was truly alone. Alone and scared.



    "Nuka Cola is tasty!"

    As for that ban.. Honestly I have no idea. I can't imagine me ever being banned, hell I only play on about 4 different servers. Although if it was more recent, all I can say is I have a friend who knows my password and has changed my skins a few time to... Well, let's just say less appropriate things. I could see him griefing with it and such, and I do apologize. I have altered my password to that of a more private one. Again, deeply sorry and I do hope this application is better!
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Starting a Server
    Jaze are you asking for money to host the server? Christ.. Anyhow, Belathor I can host a server if you want.
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on ::Fallout:Old World Blues:: Spout - Serious RP - Lore - Guns - Factions - and more!
    OOC:
    Ign: zekealo
    Age: 16
    Source: Just was looking around the forums and stumbled upon this and it seemed to have everything I wanted and more!
    Why us?: This actually looks like you guys planned it out well, put a lot more work into it then most people.
    IC:
    Name: Zeke Sharp
    Gender: Male
    Age: 25
    Skills: Not the best shot, but can use a gun if needed. Much better in hand in hand due to the bandits that taught him. An exceptional skill in lockpicking that made him stick out from the rest of the bandits.
    Personality: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely and scared without someone around.
    Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.
    Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and what could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, to his fathers horror, he got it open! His father saw this and quickly brandished him, and this was when the bandits struck down his mother outside of the store, and his father quickly grabbed the gun and shot the first bandit to walk inside, only to be shot himself by the second and third bandits.

    This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He found himself in the Wastelands alone. Alone and scared.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Need really creative/good designers for my server! [Get free OP/ADMIN]!
    I make a good staff member, and I am quite a good builder. My skills lie in redstone though.
    I'm premium and my Skype and Minecraft username are both: zekealo
    Posted in: Server Recruitment
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    posted a message on [1.2.5] ☢ FALLOUT: WILD WASTELAND ☢ | 24/7 | Fallout Guns+ | Harcore Roleplay | Spoutcraft | In Beta | Your Leader In Post-Apoca
    OOC:
    Ign: zekealo
    Age: 16
    Why us?: Seemed like a good time, and I love roleplaying!
    Did you read the rules?: Yes
    What is your RP exprience (No */10): I have played on many roleplaying servers, from pony servers to a handful of survival servers. Also a Fallout server in the past.
    IC:
    Name: Zeke Sharp
    Gender: Male
    Age: 25
    Skills: Not the best shot, but can use a gun if needed. Much better in hand in hand due to the bandits that taught him. An exceptional skill in lockpicking that made him stick out from the rest of the bandits.
    Personality: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely and scared without someone around.
    Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.
    Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and the treasures that could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, the lock gave way and Zeke opened it and saw the powerful, six-shot, double action Smith & Wesson M29 that had peaked his curiosity months before. Brandishing it, he held it eye level and aimed at an existing hole in the wall, and shot at it. The recoil surprised him causing him to drop the firearm, and he saw a second hole a good foot away from the previous one. He hurriedly threw it back into the safe, leaving the metal box open just a crack, and secluded back to his room.

    Years later, when Zeke had turned 15, he had taken up a lot more responsibility. He had begun making trips to take supplies to neighboring cities. Whiles on the long walk back to his town after some successful trading, he was attacked by bandits. His surprising knack for hand to hand combat intrigued the bandits, even if it was obviously unpracticed. They took him away, tens of miles, maybe hundreds. He would never know. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He found himself in the Wastelands alone. Alone and scared.

    Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
    "What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album!

    "I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.

    "Save the Mojave!"

    Hope the reedit helps! After looking through some of the earlier posts, the whole "dead parents" thing is a bit overused.
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