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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Is it crashed or do we need to update?

    btw wait for me when you get on penguin, if its not any trouble.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    I got on for a second but then my connection was reset again. Whats up?
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    I joined the sevrer then got kicked for some reason and when ever i join i just keep getting kicked? Why?
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    I know you want to be the best server out there, but please don't change the map. Alot of us have worked really hard at our structures and would like to keep them instead of starting over.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Ok so i think i found a problem. I was just walking along though the wasteland and all of a sudden i got stuck in place and started twitching rapidly. I quit the game and now i cant log back in.

    Any idea why?
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Still havnt been added to the white list, so if someone could add me and give me the IP if it is wrong that would be great.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from Emperor Penguin

    :Diamond: + :|: = Shovel?

    Review:
    Yes, thanks for changing that!
    Overall: 8.75/10
    Judgement: Добро пожаловать на сервер! ACCEPTED!


    Can someone please white list me. I was accepted 3 days ago. I would very much appreciate it.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    I took out the marksman skill for you. My main skill is now programming/Electronics.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    *Edited out marksman skill*

    Application 4rd attempt
    Out-Of-Character: Trevor
    Minecraft Account Name: tjdrago

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard -5/USA

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:English is my native tongue

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I'm very creative and innovative. I have been a gamer for about 4 years. My strengths would be math and science when it comes to school subjects.

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?:5-7 days a week, evenings

    -How long have you played minecraft?:for about 8 months

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I know role playing is when you act out what you are doing and develop your character over time. I have been role playing for 3 years on garrys mod, half-life 2 death match and WoW

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to have a wealth of stories and history. It seems to me like the map with be mostly dirt and sand. Ther will be many different characters to interact with and talk to.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I run my own server and got bored because i had built basically everything i could. Other than that i played swisscraft and left because they were jerks

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):no

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I agree with the rules completely and they seem very fair to me. The lore is great and I have read it all the way through twice.

    -What is a slime called on this server?:living nuclear waste creature

    -How did you hear about us?:my friend

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:yes

    In-Character:
    -Character Name:Tj Drago

    -Biography: Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened. When i was 9 i found my first computer in an old electronics store in a town we were scavenging. I picked it up and tried to turn it on. Amazingly it powered up after a hundred or so years of disuse and neglect. I wasn't exactly sure what it was at the time, so i just started pushing buttons. After i tinkered with it for a day i had basic control over what it was and how to basically use it. I brought it with me when we left and continued to mess around with it. I learned how to use the programs that were on it and even how to program my own by the time i was 14. Then it was destroyed as we were running from zombies into a building one night. They came out of nowhere and gave chase to use as we walked down an abandoned street. We ran to the nearest building, but as i jumped through the door i dropped it and it was crushed under the feet of everyone behind me.

    When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.

    When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth. The one thing i did focus on there though was the computer sitting at the receptionist desk. I hadn't had a full blown computer since i was 14, so i wanted to give it another go. This one was more advanced and had more programs than the previous one, so i enjoyed it very much. I learned how to program entire operations and applications for this computer which amazed our tribe or people. It was at this moment i thought i had a really special talent here.

    When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.

    The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.

    One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards by snapping one of their necks and easing his body to the ground, so it wouldn't make any noise. Then i took his knife and slit the other ones throat. I took what I could from them, which consisted of a knife, some leather armor, and one piece of bread, then I fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.

    -Character Family: My father’s name was Jack Drago. He was one of the leaders of our travelling group. He was an expert marksman and a very courageous and noble man. He protected us from the monsters that came to kill us during the nights and fended off the raiders that tried to ambush us as we endlessly walked the wastes. My mother’s name was Samantha Drago. She was a very kind and strong hearted woman. She was not physically strong though. My father constantly had to care for her because she was never in good shape, but despite her condition she tried as hard as she could to care and nurture me.

    -Character Age:20

    -Character Appearance: Six foot two, one hundred ninety-five pounds. Medium length blond hair and green eyes. Always wearing a gas mask to protect him from the toxic air. Wears a worn out tactical vest taken from the police station to help buffer blows during hand to hand combat. Wears paintball pants found in a store with built-in nee-pads. To protect his arms he has arm wraps wrapped around his fore-arms to protect his skin condition called eczema and shield his skin from the environment. He wears combat boots also scavenged from the police station that are a size 14, he has fairly large feet.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Strong hearted and helpful. He will help you do odd jobs and tasks if you ask him nicely and tell him what it is beforehand. He is in good physical shape despite lack of nutrition. He is mostly mentally well aside from bursts of anger. The bursts of anger are caused by the withheld emotions from his parents deaths. This anger has gotten him into trouble before. Only talks when necessary or when around people he is comfortable with. Although he will acknowledge your presence with a curt nod or hello. He also gets annoyed fairly easily.

    -Occupation: He is a Free Lancer and by that I mean he will do almost any job, as long as it is appropriate. Before he was taken to the labor camp he was a scavenger, but after he escaped he had to fend for himself with no one else to help him. He started doing jobs for people. They paid to do things and he did them. They ranged from mining out a cave to killing a high priority target. Anything his skills could be applied to he would do sometimes even if it meant his life.

    -Can your character read or write?: He has never needed to read nor write, but his mother taught him how anyways seeing as it might be a useful skill one day. He can read basic to moderate words and sentences and can write basic sentences.

    -Can your character mine?: He has had to make holes in mountains to stay the night in because of lack of shelter. He is also in good physical condition, so he is fairly good at mining. Another reason he is good at mining is because he was forced to mine at the Raptor labor camp where he mined for 3 months, everyday. The only thing he ever had trouble mining was obsidian and diamond.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He has only ever built basic structures out in the wastes such as small hits and other small structures. He never settled down so he never built a large house to settle down in. He mostly stayed in abandoned buildings and caves he and his father dug out.

    -Can your character fight?: His fighting is his strongest asset seeing as how he grew up with a militaristic family. He can use ranged weapons better than most people he has met and is an amazing marksman. His melee weapons skills are lacking because he has only ever used them as a last resort. His hand to hand combat skills are also very good. One of his father’s friends that traveled with their group taught him how to defend himself using a mix of different martial arts. He tends to get in brawls a lot and this skill comes in handy.

    -Can your character farm?: He can’t farm very well seeing as how he has always been a scavenger. His mother taught him to grow sugar cane, but nothing else. He has also never had the need to grow things such as wheat because they were always moving and never had the chance.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: He has one major skill that is quite rare in the wasteland. He is very good with computers and electronic devices. Mostly programming to be exact. He started tinkering with old world computers that he found in abandoned shops when he was about 9. His father noticed that he liked to mess with them, so when he went out scavenging he always kept an eye out for computers and other electronics. The skill showed best when he hacked a roaming robot attacking his family. He snuck behind it and ripped open the access panel in tje back of it. He rewired some of the electronics and the robot instantly turned docile.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He has severe anger issues caused by repressed memories of his parents. They are random and can happen at any given time which does not help him during delicate situations. He has a skin condition called eczema which is the loss of pigmentation and dryness of specific areas of the skin. The eczema turns red when he sweats and itches very badly. The only way to help soothe the condition is by applying water or skin cream. The water however will dry it out after it is dried, so the only semi-permanent fix is skin cream. He also as very mild asthma that only kicks in when he has exerted himself for a long period of time. This causes him to wheeze and cough.

    -Character Fears: His main fear is decapitations. He gravelly fears this because this is how his parents were executed at the raider labor camp. When he sees someone decapitated he flinches, but does not show his feelings right away. He usually holds them back until he can be alone and lets out his emotions in either a break down into sobbing or by repeatedly punching an object. He also has a slight fear of heights. When he gets near the edge of a tall building or cliff his heart races and he desperately wants to get away from the edge. If he is on a high building, but not near the edge he usually fine.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
    *A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
    "Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
    "Language Tj," his mother whispers.
    "Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
    "Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
    "Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
    "Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
    "Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
    "Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
    "Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
    "I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
    *Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
    "Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
    "What are you doing!" Tj screams.
    "You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
    "No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
    The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
    *Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
    "You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
    "You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
    "Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will." and with that the raider walked away laughing.
    Tj crawled over to his parents bodies and sobbed over them for what seemed like forever. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. He saw the face a man he did not know. The man said, "You gotta suck it up or they'll kill you to and remember, **** happens."
    Tj looked up at him with a cold hatred in his eyes and said, "How could you say that? My parents were just slaughtered inf ront of me and you say **** happens? Go to hell!"
    "Just trying to help," said the stranger and with that he walked off into the quarry.
    Tj knew the man was right about one thing though. If he didn't suck it up they would kill him too. He dragged his parents bodies into a remote part of the quarry and dug them both graves. He put each one in the grave and before he buried them he locked their hands together in a tight embrace, so they would still be together, even after death. He buried their bodies and went back to his station

    The rest of the day the only thing Tj thought about was what the old man said; **** happens. And although he didn't want to admit it, he knew the man had a point. Things were going to happen to him the rest of his life. Most of which he wouldn't be able to control, so he would have to do the best he could with what he had.

    That night when they were sent to the barracks he remembered to bring a bobby pin with him from his maintenance kit. He was leaving this hell hole tonight. They entered the barracks as usual with the guards cuffing them and sending them to their slots in the warehouse. There were no beds here, only a cold, hard concrete floor. The lights went out about an hour after he sat down in his slot. He waited about 3 more hours before he made his move. Most people by that time were either asleep or crying. He took his bobby pin out and lock picked his cuffs. After he got free he crawled to the door of the warehouse and snuck outside. This was it, there is no going back now.
    He snuck through the camp by weaving through the various buildings and watch towers until he made it to the front entrance. He crawled through an open window and hid behind a desk. He peeked around the side and saw two guards standing by the door. One was slightly farther back than the other and out of the other guards sight. This was his chance to be free.
    He crawled up behind the first guard and grabbed his neck twisting it almost all the way around. He lowered his body to the ground silently and took his knife. He snuck up behind the second guard and slit his throat, lowering his body to the ground just as slowly. He took the guards leather armor and a pork chop and then stole off into the night.

    Finally, he was free.


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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Application 3rd attempt
    Out-Of-Character: Trevor
    Minecraft Account Name: tjdrago

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard -5/USA

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:English is my native tongue

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I'm very creative and innovative. I have been a gamer for about 4 years. My strengths would be math and science when it comes to school subjects.

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?:5-7 days a week, evenings

    -How long have you played minecraft?:for about 8 months

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I know role playing is when you act out what you are doing and develop your character over time. I have been role playing for 3 years on garrys mod, half-life 2 death match and WoW

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to have a wealth of stories and history. It seems to me like the map with be mostly dirt and sand. Ther will be many different characters to interact with and talk to.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I run my own server and got bored because i had built basically everything i could. Other than that i played swisscraft and left because they were jerks

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):no

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I agree with the rules completely and they seem very fair to me. The lore is great and I have read it all the way through twice.

    -What is a slime called on this server?:living nuclear waste creature

    -How did you hear about us?:my friend

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:yes

    In-Character:
    -Character Name:Tj Drago

    -Biography: Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened.

    When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.

    When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth.

    When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.

    The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.

    One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards. I took what I could from them and fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.

    -Character Family: My father’s name was Jack Drago. He was one of the leaders of our travelling group. He was an expert marksman and a very courageous and noble man. He protected us from the monsters that came to kill us during the nights and fended off the raiders that tried to ambush us as we endlessly walked the wastes. My mother’s name was Samantha Drago. She was a very kind and strong hearted woman. She was not physically strong though. My father constantly had to care for her because she was never in good shape, but despite her condition she tried as hard as she could to care and nurture me.

    -Character Age:20

    -Character Appearance: Six foot two, one hundred ninety-five pounds. Medium length blond hair and green eyes. Always wearing a gas mask to protect him from the toxic air. Wears a worn out tactical vest taken from the police station to help buffer blows during hand to hand combat. Wears paintball pants found in a store with built-in nee-pads. To protect his arms he has arm wraps wrapped around his fore-arms to protect his skin condition called eczema and shield his skin from the environment. He wears combat boots also scavenged from the police station that are a size 14, he has fairly large feet.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Strong hearted and helpful. He will help you do odd jobs and tasks if you ask him nicely and tell him what it is beforehand. He is in good physical shape despite lack of nutrition. He is mostly mentally well aside from bursts of anger. The bursts of anger are caused by the withheld emotions from his parents deaths. This anger has gotten him into trouble before. Only talks when necessary or when around people he is comfortable with. Although he will acknowledge your presence with a curt nod or hello. He also gets annoyed fairly easily.

    -Occupation: He is a Free Lancer and by that I mean he will do almost any job, as long as it is appropriate. Before he was taken to the labor camp he was a scavenger, but after he escaped he had to fend for himself with no one else to help him. He started doing jobs for people. They paid to do things and he did them. They ranged from mining out a cave to killing a high priority target. Anything his skills could be applied to he would do sometimes even if it meant his life.

    -Can your character read or write?: He has never needed to read nor write, but his mother taught him how anyways seeing as it might be a useful skill one day. He can read basic to moderate words and sentences and can write basic sentences.

    -Can your character mine?: He has had to make holes in mountains to stay the night in because of lack of shelter. He is also in good physical condition, so he is fairly good at mining. Another reason he is good at mining is because he was forced to mine at the Raptor labor camp where he mined for 3 months, everyday. The only thing he ever had trouble mining was obsidian and diamond.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He has only ever built basic structures out in the wastes such as small hits and other small structures. He never settled down so he never built a large house to settle down in. He mostly stayed in abandoned buildings and caves he and his father dug out.

    -Can your character fight?: His fighting is his strongest asset seeing as how he grew up with a militaristic family. He can use ranged weapons better than most people he has met and is an amazing marksman. His melee weapons skills are lacking because he has only ever used them as a last resort. His hand to hand combat skills are also very good. One of his father’s friends that travelled with their group taught him how to defend himself using a mix of different martial arts. He tends to get in brawls a lot and this skill comes in handy.

    -Can your character farm?: He can’t farm very well seeing as how he has always been a scavenger. His mother taught him to grow sugar cane, but nothing else. He has also never had the need to grow things such as wheat because they were always moving and never had the chance.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: My character is very good with all ranged weapons seeing as how he grew up using one on a day to day basis. His accuracy is unmatched and can take out a target from 1000 yards if the weapon permits him.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He has severe anger issues caused by repressed memories of his parents. They are random and can happen at any given time which does not help him during delicate situations. He has a skin condition called eczema which is the loss of pigmentation and dryness of specific areas of the skin. The eczema turns red when he sweats and itches very badly. The only way to help soothe the condition is by applying water or skin cream. The water however will dry it out after it is dried, so the only semi-permanent fix is skin cream. He also as very mild asthma that only kicks in when he has exerted himself for a long period of time. This causes him to wheeze and cough.

    -Character Fears: His main fear is decapitations. He gravelly fears this because this is how his parents were executed at the raider labor camp. When he sees someone decapitated he flinches, but does not show his feelings right away. He usually holds them back until he can be alone and lets out his emotions in either a break down into sobbing or by repeatedly punching an object. He also has a slight fear of heights. When he gets near the edge of a tall building or cliff his heart races and he desperately wants to get away from the edge. If he is on a high building, but not near the edge he usually fine.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
    *A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
    "Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
    "Language Tj," his mother whispers.
    "Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
    "Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
    "Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
    "Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
    "Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
    "Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
    "Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
    "I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
    "*Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
    "Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
    "What are you doing!" Tj screams.
    "You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
    "No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
    The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
    *Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
    "You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
    "You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
    "Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will."

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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Could someone please tell me why iwas denied and what to fix? It would be greatly appreciated.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Application
    Out-Of-Character: Trevor
    Minecraft Account Name: tjdrago

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard -5/USA

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:English is my native tongue

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I'm very creative and innovative. I have been a gamer for about 4 years. My strengths would be math and science when it comes to school subjects.

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?:5-7 days a week, evenings

    -How long have you played minecraft?:for about 8 months

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I know role playing is when you act out what you are doing and develop your character over time. I have been role playing for 3 years on garrys mod, half-life 2 death match and WoW

    -What do you expect this server will be like?:A almost fallout like map with serious players

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I run my own server and got bored because i had built basically everything i could. Other than that i played swisscraft and left because they were jerks

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):no

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:yes, and i read the lore all the way through

    -What is a slime called on this server?:living nuclear waste creature

    -How did you hear about us?:my friend

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:yes

    In-Character:
    -Character Name:Tj Drago

    -Biography: Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened.

    When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.

    When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth.

    When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.

    The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.

    One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards. I took what I could from them and fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.

    -Character Family: My father was one of the leaders of our group and he was a strong and courageous person. My mom was fairly strong hearted, but was not physically strong. She tried the best she could to care for and nurture me.

    -Character Age:20

    -Character Appearance: Six foot two, one hundred ninety-five pounds. Medium length blond hair and green eyes. Always wearing a gas mask to protect him from the toxic air. Wears a worn out tactical vest taken from the police station to help buffer blows during hand to hand combat. Wears paintball pants found in a store with built-in nee-pads. To protect his arms he has arm wraps wrapped around his fore-arms to protect his skin condition called eczema and shield his skin from the environment. He wears combat boots also scavenged from the police station that are a size 14, he has fairly large feet.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Strong hearted and helpful. He will help you do odd jobs and tasks if you ask him nicely and tell him what it is beforehand. He is in good physical shape despite lack of nutrition. He is mostly mentally well aside from bursts of anger. The bursts of anger are caused by the withheld emotions from his parents deaths. This anger has gotten him into trouble before. Only talks when necessary or when around people he is comfortable with. Although he will acknowledge your presence with a curt nod or hello. He also gets annoyed fairly easily.

    -Occupation: Free Lance Mercenary

    -Can your character read or write?: He has never needed to read nor write, but his mother taught him how anyways seeing as it might be a useful skill one day. He can read basic to moderate words and sentences and can write basic sentences.

    -Can your character mine?: He has had to make holes in mountains to stay the night in because of lack of shelter. He is also in good physical condition, so he is fairly good at mining. Another reason he is good at mining is because he was forced to mine at the Raptor labor camp.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He has only ever built basic structures out in the wastes such as small hits and other small structures. He never settled down so he never built a large house to settle down in.

    -Can your character fight?: His fighting is his strongest asset seeing as how he grew up with a militaristic family. He can use ranged weapons better than most people he has met and is an amazing marksman. His melee weapons skills are lacking because he has only ever used them as a last resort. His hand to hand combat skills are also very good. One of his father’s friends that travelled with their group taught him how to defend himself using a mix of different martial arts. He tends to get in brawls a lot and this skill comes in handy.

    -Can your character farm?: He can’t farm very well seeing as how he has always been a scavenger. His mother taught him to grow sugar cane, but nothing else. He has also never had the need to grow things such as wheat because they were always moving and never had the chance.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: My character is very good with all ranged weapons seeing as how he grew up using one on a day to day basis. He has killed many people in the wastes trying to hurt his family.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He has severe anger issues caused by repressed memories of his parents. They are random and can happen at any given time which does not help him during delicate situations. He has a skin condition called eczema which is the loss of pigmentation and dryness of specific areas of the skin. The eczema turns red when he sweats and itches very badly. The only way to help soothe the condition is by applying water or skin cream. The water however will dry it out after it is dried, so the only semi-permanent fix is skin cream. He also as very mild asthma that only kicks in when he has exerted himself for a long period of time. This causes him to wheeze and cough.

    -Character Fears: His main fear is decapitations. He gravelly fears this because this is how his parents were executed at the raider labor camp. When he sees someone decapitated he flinches, but does not show his feelings right away. He usually holds them back until he can be alone and lets out his emotions in either a break down into sobbing or by repeatedly punching an object. He also has a slight fear of heights. When he gets near the edge of a tall building or cliff his heart races and he desperately wants to get away from the edge. If he is on a high building, but not near the edge he usually fine.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
    *A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
    "Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
    "Language Tj," his mother whispers.
    "Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
    "Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
    "Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
    "Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
    "Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
    "Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
    "Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
    "I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
    "*Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
    "Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
    "What are you doing!" Tj screams.
    "You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
    "No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
    The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
    *Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
    "You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
    "You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
    "Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will."

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