Minecraft In Game Name (case sensitive):x2yzh9 Where are you from?:The U.S. Your age? (if your under 13 do your parents agree to you playing here?):14 Have you read and agreed to the rules in the post below?Yes Did you vote for us?Yes Extra notes?:Well, I'm a pretty good roleplayer if that counts for anything. How did you hear of Super-Earth?:The Minecraft server forums.
This is my whitelist application. If you are a whitelister, please read. This is my third time posting it, so please read it if you are a whitelister.
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IGN:x2yzh9
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've role-played quite a bit before. If you've ever played Space Station 13, I played on the B12 server for that game which was roleplay oriented. In general I can roleplay pretty well.
Why Us:This server seems really unique and innovative. While there are other fallout servers, it seems like this will be a very popular and feature-rich one. I am sure I could get enjoyment from your server, and give your servers population enjoyment in return.
Time You Can Dedicate:Probably on average 1-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Derek Kardain
Gender:Male
Age:35
Appearance:Short, roughly cut black hair. Green eyes, a small stubble, and raggedy clothing.
Fears:Fire, due to traumatic experiences as a child, as well as being in a unknown area in the dark.
Personality:Keeps to himself quite a bit, but when needed will socialize with others.
Occupation:Warrior, Laborer.
Skills:Gathering resources, fighting with melee weapons, bravery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Raised in a relatively small village in the Mojave, Derek was always a loner. He never played with the other kids in their leisure time, and instead he spent that time studying and examining what he could. When he could not do that, he would work on the local brahmin ranches for bottle caps to help his family buy food. He did not have a stable or happy childhood, at least compared to other wasteland children. He was severely punished by his father when he made the slightest mistake-The most common of his punishments? Burning. He learned to hate flame itself, associating it with pain and hatred. As he grew it gradually stopped, but the damage was done.
Eventually Derek started working as much as he could, eating as little as possible. He saved every bottle cap he could, and it payed off. It gave him enough money for a few days worths of supplies and building materials for a shack, and a few Brahmin. He went and set himself up, living in his own shack, with his own brahmin from his 24th birthday to when he was 29. A raiding party rolled through and burned his shack, stole his belongings and Brahmin and threatened to kill him if he fought back. He didn't, and he's been wandering the wastes ever since, facing death too many times for comfort, as a few bottle caps could mean the difference between life and death.
This is my whitelist application. If you are a whitelister, please read.
OOC
IGN:x2yzh9
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've role-played quite a bit before. If you've ever played Space Station 13, I played on the B12 server for that game which was roleplay oriented. In general I can roleplay pretty well.
Why Us:This server seems really unique and innovative. While there are other fallout servers, it seems like this will be a very popular and feature-rich one. I am sure I could get enjoyment from your server, and give your servers population enjoyment in return.
Time You Can Dedicate:Probably on average 1-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Derek Kardain
Gender:Male
Age:35
Appearance:Short, roughly cut black hair. Green eyes, a small stubble, and raggedy clothing.
Fears:Fire, due to traumatic experiences as a child, as well as being in a unknown area in the dark.
Personality:Keeps to himself quite a bit, but when needed will socialize with others.
Occupation:Warrior, Laborer.
Skills:Gathering resources, fighting with melee weapons, bravery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Raised in a relatively small village in the Mojave, Derek was always a loner. He never played with the other kids in their leisure time, and instead he spent that time studying and examining what he could. When he could not do that, he would work on the local brahmin ranches for bottle caps to help his family buy food. He did not have a stable or happy childhood, at least compared to other wasteland children. He was severely punished by his father when he made the slightest mistake-The most common of his punishments? Burning. He learned to hate flame itself, associating it with pain and hatred. As he grew it gradually stopped, but the damage was done.
Eventually Derek started working as much as he could, eating as little as possible. He saved every bottle cap he could, and it payed off. It gave him enough money for a few days worths of supplies and building materials for a shack, and a few Brahmin. He went and set himself up, living in his own shack, with his own brahmin from his 24th birthday to when he was 29. A raiding party rolled through and burned his shack, stole his belongings and Brahmin and threatened to kill him if he fought back. He didn't, and he's been wandering the wastes ever since, facing death too many times for comfort, as a few bottle caps could mean the difference between life and death.
IGN:x2yzh9
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've role-played quite a bit before. If you've ever played Space Station 13, I played on the B12 server for that game which was roleplay oriented. In general I can roleplay pretty well.
Why Us:This server seems really unique and innovative. While there are other fallout servers, it seems like this will be a very popular and feature-rich one. I am sure I could get enjoyment from your server, and give your servers population enjoyment in return.
Time You Can Dedicate:Probably on average 1-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Derek Kardain
Gender:Male
Age:35
Appearance:Short, roughly cut black hair. Green eyes, a small stubble, and raggedy clothing.
Fears:Fire, due to traumatic experiences as a child, as well as being in a unknown area in the dark.
Personality:Keeps to himself quite a bit, but when needed will socialize with others.
Occupation:Warrior, Laborer.
Skills:Gathering resources, fighting with melee weapons, bravery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Raised in a relatively small village in the Mojave, Derek was always a loner. He never played with the other kids in their leisure time, and instead he spent that time studying and examining what he could. When he could not do that, he would work on the local brahmin ranches for bottle caps to help his family buy food. He did not have a stable or happy childhood, at least compared to other wasteland children. He was severely punished by his father when he made the slightest mistake-The most common of his punishments? Burning. He learned to hate flame itself, associating it with pain and hatred. As he grew it gradually stopped, but the damage was done.
Eventually Derek started working as much as he could, eating as little as possible. He saved every bottle cap he could, and it payed off. It gave him enough money for a few days worths of supplies and building materials for a shack, and a few Brahmin. He went and set himself up, living in his own shack, with his own brahmin from his 24th birthday to when he was 29. A raiding party rolled through and burned his shack, stole his belongings and Brahmin and threatened to kill him if he fought back. He didn't, and he's been wandering the wastes ever since, facing death too many times for comfort, as a few bottle caps could mean the difference between life and death.
In Game Name:x2yzh9
Age:14
Did you read the Rules?:Yes, &4.
Why would you like to join us?:I very much would like to join a player-driven server. I find that worlds in which they are dynamic and ever-evolving are very fun, especially when they utilize role-play. There are a few other ones like that as I described for minecraft, and I'll probably check those out too, but this one seems the most appealing. :smile.gif:
IGN: x2yzh9
Name: Travis
Location: Texas, United States
Desired Faction: The Lightbringer Republic
In Game Character Main Desire: To become a high-ranking officer, and to bring glory to his nation.
In Game Character Name: Kent Tindal
In Game Character Class: Warrior
First Thing Your Going To Do Ingame: Find some fellow faction members, and hopefully get introduced to this server :smile.gif:.
APPLICATION:
IGN: x2yzh9
What Race you want to be(provide a second choice): Dwarves, Orcs
Why you would like to join: I would like to join because I would like to see a good, hardcore PVP server that is fun and enjoyable, and play with other people on such a server.
What you would contribute to the server? Be specific:I would like to contribute fun and enjoyment to the server and it's people.
Have you ever been banned before? If yes tell me why: No
Are you willing to change your skin to be race specific?:Yes
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Where are you from?:The U.S.
Your age? (if your under 13 do your parents agree to you playing here?):14
Have you read and agreed to the rules in the post below?Yes
Did you vote for us?Yes
Extra notes?:Well, I'm a pretty good roleplayer if that counts for anything.
How did you hear of Super-Earth?:The Minecraft server forums.
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Age: 14
Any questions/concerns/comments? If not, that's ok.:I'd just be happy to check out this nice server, seems really cool.
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Build right, pl0x.
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OOC
IGN:x2yzh9
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've role-played quite a bit before. If you've ever played Space Station 13, I played on the B12 server for that game which was roleplay oriented. In general I can roleplay pretty well.
Why Us:This server seems really unique and innovative. While there are other fallout servers, it seems like this will be a very popular and feature-rich one. I am sure I could get enjoyment from your server, and give your servers population enjoyment in return.
Time You Can Dedicate:Probably on average 1-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Derek Kardain
Gender:Male
Age:35
Appearance:Short, roughly cut black hair. Green eyes, a small stubble, and raggedy clothing.
Fears:Fire, due to traumatic experiences as a child, as well as being in a unknown area in the dark.
Personality:Keeps to himself quite a bit, but when needed will socialize with others.
Occupation:Warrior, Laborer.
Skills:Gathering resources, fighting with melee weapons, bravery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Raised in a relatively small village in the Mojave, Derek was always a loner. He never played with the other kids in their leisure time, and instead he spent that time studying and examining what he could. When he could not do that, he would work on the local brahmin ranches for bottle caps to help his family buy food. He did not have a stable or happy childhood, at least compared to other wasteland children. He was severely punished by his father when he made the slightest mistake-The most common of his punishments? Burning. He learned to hate flame itself, associating it with pain and hatred. As he grew it gradually stopped, but the damage was done.
Eventually Derek started working as much as he could, eating as little as possible. He saved every bottle cap he could, and it payed off. It gave him enough money for a few days worths of supplies and building materials for a shack, and a few Brahmin. He went and set himself up, living in his own shack, with his own brahmin from his 24th birthday to when he was 29. A raiding party rolled through and burned his shack, stole his belongings and Brahmin and threatened to kill him if he fought back. He didn't, and he's been wandering the wastes ever since, facing death too many times for comfort, as a few bottle caps could mean the difference between life and death.
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OOC
IGN:x2yzh9
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've role-played quite a bit before. If you've ever played Space Station 13, I played on the B12 server for that game which was roleplay oriented. In general I can roleplay pretty well.
Why Us:This server seems really unique and innovative. While there are other fallout servers, it seems like this will be a very popular and feature-rich one. I am sure I could get enjoyment from your server, and give your servers population enjoyment in return.
Time You Can Dedicate:Probably on average 1-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Derek Kardain
Gender:Male
Age:35
Appearance:Short, roughly cut black hair. Green eyes, a small stubble, and raggedy clothing.
Fears:Fire, due to traumatic experiences as a child, as well as being in a unknown area in the dark.
Personality:Keeps to himself quite a bit, but when needed will socialize with others.
Occupation:Warrior, Laborer.
Skills:Gathering resources, fighting with melee weapons, bravery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Raised in a relatively small village in the Mojave, Derek was always a loner. He never played with the other kids in their leisure time, and instead he spent that time studying and examining what he could. When he could not do that, he would work on the local brahmin ranches for bottle caps to help his family buy food. He did not have a stable or happy childhood, at least compared to other wasteland children. He was severely punished by his father when he made the slightest mistake-The most common of his punishments? Burning. He learned to hate flame itself, associating it with pain and hatred. As he grew it gradually stopped, but the damage was done.
Eventually Derek started working as much as he could, eating as little as possible. He saved every bottle cap he could, and it payed off. It gave him enough money for a few days worths of supplies and building materials for a shack, and a few Brahmin. He went and set himself up, living in his own shack, with his own brahmin from his 24th birthday to when he was 29. A raiding party rolled through and burned his shack, stole his belongings and Brahmin and threatened to kill him if he fought back. He didn't, and he's been wandering the wastes ever since, facing death too many times for comfort, as a few bottle caps could mean the difference between life and death.
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IGN:x2yzh9
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've role-played quite a bit before. If you've ever played Space Station 13, I played on the B12 server for that game which was roleplay oriented. In general I can roleplay pretty well.
Why Us:This server seems really unique and innovative. While there are other fallout servers, it seems like this will be a very popular and feature-rich one. I am sure I could get enjoyment from your server, and give your servers population enjoyment in return.
Time You Can Dedicate:Probably on average 1-4 hours a day.
IC
Name:Derek Kardain
Gender:Male
Age:35
Appearance:Short, roughly cut black hair. Green eyes, a small stubble, and raggedy clothing.
Fears:Fire, due to traumatic experiences as a child, as well as being in a unknown area in the dark.
Personality:Keeps to himself quite a bit, but when needed will socialize with others.
Occupation:Warrior, Laborer.
Skills:Gathering resources, fighting with melee weapons, bravery.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Raised in a relatively small village in the Mojave, Derek was always a loner. He never played with the other kids in their leisure time, and instead he spent that time studying and examining what he could. When he could not do that, he would work on the local brahmin ranches for bottle caps to help his family buy food. He did not have a stable or happy childhood, at least compared to other wasteland children. He was severely punished by his father when he made the slightest mistake-The most common of his punishments? Burning. He learned to hate flame itself, associating it with pain and hatred. As he grew it gradually stopped, but the damage was done.
Eventually Derek started working as much as he could, eating as little as possible. He saved every bottle cap he could, and it payed off. It gave him enough money for a few days worths of supplies and building materials for a shack, and a few Brahmin. He went and set himself up, living in his own shack, with his own brahmin from his 24th birthday to when he was 29. A raiding party rolled through and burned his shack, stole his belongings and Brahmin and threatened to kill him if he fought back. He didn't, and he's been wandering the wastes ever since, facing death too many times for comfort, as a few bottle caps could mean the difference between life and death.
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Age:14
Did you read the Rules?:Yes, &4.
Why would you like to join us?:I very much would like to join a player-driven server. I find that worlds in which they are dynamic and ever-evolving are very fun, especially when they utilize role-play. There are a few other ones like that as I described for minecraft, and I'll probably check those out too, but this one seems the most appealing. :smile.gif:
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Name: Travis
Location: Texas, United States
Desired Faction: The Lightbringer Republic
In Game Character Main Desire: To become a high-ranking officer, and to bring glory to his nation.
In Game Character Name: Kent Tindal
In Game Character Class: Warrior
First Thing Your Going To Do Ingame: Find some fellow faction members, and hopefully get introduced to this server :smile.gif:.
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IGN: x2yzh9
What Race you want to be(provide a second choice): Dwarves, Orcs
Why you would like to join: I would like to join because I would like to see a good, hardcore PVP server that is fun and enjoyable, and play with other people on such a server.
What you would contribute to the server? Be specific:I would like to contribute fun and enjoyment to the server and it's people.
Have you ever been banned before? If yes tell me why: No
Are you willing to change your skin to be race specific?:Yes
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