-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Mostly. I can make simple grammar mistake or punctuation mistakes.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I usually get angry quickly, Work as an Artist and an Editor. I really like Post-Apocalyptic and Wasteland servers.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Changes. 1-4 hours a day.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since the start of Alpha.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I have roleplayed in many minecraft servers. I also roleplayed in ARMA 2, Starcraft and a Fallout MMO called Fonline
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Hardcore RP I hope. It has been awhile since I had a good roleplay.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on mostly Fallout servers. War never changes, Vault RP, and WW ( Which I'm owner on ). I also played on Retrofuture and ThePlague.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned twice because of a misunderstanding, and accidentally metagamed once while I was sleepy as hell.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Of course.
-How did you hear about us?: I was looking at the content of one of my friend's in this forum, and I found this
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Never tried mumble. I may buy a mic later for it.
In-Character: -Character Name: Lance Dagtyerav
-Biography: Lance was born in a small but effienct underground community called, People of the Tunnels. When Lance was born, He was educated by the ways of a "Worm" which his people think that built all the mine they live in. Most of the people in the community is quite weak and fragile, but Lance is unlike others, is quite strong and durable. When he became 7, he was thought how to read and write by his community. But most people didn't liked him, Because since he was born, He seen the "Worm" they believe as nothing but gibberish and pure ********. Unlike his people he refuses to believe in this "Worm" of theirs. Most people didn't take offense against Lance, as they wasn't aware of the fact that he was an "unbeliever". When he became 10, he started to do usual work to support the community, and "serve the Great Worm" which he insisted not to believe. As he grew, He wanted to see surface, and explore it. But his parents and the elders of the town believed that the Sun is the mortal enemy of the "Great Worm" and people in the overworld should be seen as corrupted. But with his actions, people started to be suspicious against him, thinking that he is an unbeliever and should be banished. When he became 13, Elders of the community, made him confess that he is a unbeliever in gunpoint. He, scared as hell, confessed the truth. After this event, whole town started to see him as a monster, an untamed animal. They rarely give him any food. He started to treat him nearly as a slave. When he became 15 an unexpected thing, changed the turn of his life -See EDP for this part-. When he left the cave he stayed and started to wander the wasteland. He then found a little town, regularly attacked by bandits and mutants. Town was quite weak. Ready to fall down any second. As he knew, He thought town how to fight, how to tend for themselves. He lived there for 2 years or so, as a Guard. Town was doing better everyday. But he didn't belonged there. He thought everything he knew to a kid nearly at same age as him. He then left the town in a night, Continued to wander the wastes to find a new purpose to himself. He explored and wanderer from place to place, staying in a town or making his own camp for to defend himself against the deadly Wasteland. He kept doing this for more than 4 years. Wandering from place to place. He thought what he knew to people he met. He braved Wastes anytime. "By fire and sword, Will take back this world", Became his only motto. But in the end, he never forget that he was a murderer, leaving his own community to death. He then strangely, in a twist of destiny, he arrived at the point of start. His community. When he opened the hatch and entered the underground mine, he found nothing but dead. Everyone was dead. His family, everyone he knew, but he didn't still cared. He was glad that they died. He was glad that they felt pain. He then returned to the surface. Continued to roam.
-Character Family: He have an average mother and an average father, but they don't like him much.
-Character Age: 26
-Character Appearance: He have a long black hair which suits his dark personality and quite tall.
-Character Personality: He is usually quite angry beneath the sun and not that good too. He usually cares too much people, while being quite carefree. He tends to keep his secrets for his own.
-Occupation:
-Can your character read or write?: He was thought by his parents in the Underground. He can both read and write with little to no mistakes.
-Can your character mine?: He is not that a good miner, but he does fine usually, thanks to his eyes and sharp senses.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He is pretty decent builder. He can easily build anything with enough tools and enough resources.
-Can your character fight?: Despite his strong look, He is much of an average fighter. Can fend of a few raiders and rascals, but not good at fighting off strong Fuelbots and Mutants
-Can your character farm?: He once tried, but did not proved any good unfortunately. He cannot farm for himself if someone doesn't help him.
-Does your character have any special skills?: He have quite sharp eyes and can see in the dark better than most people in the Wastes. This also makes him a qualified hunter and a good explorer in the dark caves and such.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:
-Character Fears: As he lived his whole life in the underground, Sun always scares him a little, especially during hot times, with his skin start to itch and hurt. During these times, he usually finds himself a place or something to cover himself from deadly heat of sun. He usually sets out and hunts during night. Also scared of most of the bugs. Most of them, Spiders, Roaches, Snails.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): When Lance became 15, he lived most of his life getting treated as trash. But he was fine since he lived. But seemed like town was fed of him, they started to wound him and hit him regularly. When he woke up in a cold day, His father took his hand, pulling him towards the room of "High Elder of the Worm". Elder said "You! Unbeliever scum! Our Great Lord, The Great Worm, needs a sacrifice! Blood, of unbelievers!" . This words, suddenly made Lance act. He charged towards the elder, knocking him out. He quickly took his gun. "YOU DAMNED *******! HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GREAT WORM! HOW DARE YO-" Elder shouted, as bullet pierced through his skull. Hearing the gunshot, Guards rallied to the Elders room, But Lance had something Guard didn't, a gun. As Community was poor, They mostly used melee weapons. Only Elder had his own gun, which was a pistol. With amazing skills, He took out 5 out of 7 of the guards, but he was wounded, As Guard charged toward him, he crouched and shoot the guard. He killed him. He was determined to kill the elder, and knocking down the guards with Pistol whips and Hand-to-Hand combat. They treated him like a dog, a slave, but he still felt sad killing one of them. But he was already in the point of no return, and suddenly, Lance snapped, murdering the last of the guardmen. He entered the Town Square. All of the townspeople looked at him in fear. It brought him great joy and anger. He shouted "What's happening now eh?! Where is your ****ing "Worm" now?!Your lives are in my hands now! You, You ******* treated me like a dog, a damn slave!". In a moment, some kid charged him with a stone "How dare you insult the great wo-!". Lance, already lost most of his sanity, shot the kid several times. A huge scream came out of the crowd. IT was kid's mother. She looked at Lance with eyes full of hatred, anger, and sadness. "Don't look at me like that... DON'T LOOK AT ME!". He started to fire randomly at the crowd, shooting most of the people. He then realized that it was time for his leave. While he left from the secret stairs at the Elder's room, he continued to shoot at the back. When he arrived to the surface, he was out of stamina. Sun was killing him. He then quickly found a little cave. He quickly entered the cave. He started cry and laugh at the same time. His revenge was absolute. He killed them. He killed the people whom looked at him with Despise and hatred...
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself): I'm currently making the skin itself. I'll post it when it's ready :3
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: US EST (GMT – 4:00)
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I wouldn’t be applying if I didn’t
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: During the summer at least a few hours a day, when school starts back up the time I’ll be able to dedicate will fluctuate depending on the workload.
-How long have you played Minecraft?: Since Alpha 1.0.0
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: A good role play requires people not to be self-sufficient and also needs a variety of different types of characters. I’ve been roleplaying for a few years now and it’s mostly been minecraft and starcraft rp.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect that it will be a great rp server and that it will be able to keep me hooked.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: On minecraft I was on The Vault RP and Retrofuture for several launches and left because they closed down. While technically starcraft doesn’t have roleplay servers I actively played on the Cortex RP maps since they first came out and stopped a few months ago due to school and such.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Nope
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:I’ve read and understand all the rules and they all seem fair.
-How did you hear about us?: Some friends were talking about it so I checked it out.
-What is you forum account name?: InvdrZim13
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Already have Mumble so probably.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Robert Hargraves
-Biography:
Robert was born to a farmer and a miner, nothing special about him, nothing out of the ordinary at all. So maybe because his life was so unremarkable and so normal that he would be hit hard with tragedy later in life, not just one isolated incident either, several tragic events; each more scarring than the last. Enough to have made him a mute for years, but more on that later. With a life as tragic and difficult as this it would be best to start from the beginning and work our way to the end.
Born about 35 years ago, Robert could not have asked for a more normal existence, as normal as it can be in a post apocalyptic wasteland. From a young age he showed an aptitude for learning new skills, as demonstrated when he picked up on both farming, smithing and mining; skills he learned from both his parents. During his youth, from birth to about age 12, he simply existed and helped his parents maintain their homestead that wasn't too close to a settlement, but wasn't too far away at the same time. His father James worked in the mines and was teaching his son how to mine and how to use the materials found in a mine. His mother Sarah taught him farming methods so one day he could live on his own with no fear of starvation from lack of food, provided he could find seeds and protect his crops, which is where his combat training came in. From a young age he was learning skills such as archery and swordplay from his father and other members of the community they were near. While he is not by any means a master or even an expert he is competent enough to fight off the raiders and mutants that either want his food or him for food. On his 12th birthday he was considered old enough to start mining and defending his family's farm and the community. Normally someone that young would never be considered for guard duty but they were short on able hands so Robert, along with about 9 other boys and girls his age were made miners and guards.
Moving right along to ages 13-17 in his life, Robert mined and guarded as he was needed to. There was the occasional raid by either raiders or mutants that he participated in, earned a fair number of scars that, to the bewilderment of the community, healed rapidly and then dissipated from his body. The 9 other children, now all in their teenage years, along with Robert were made into their own group of miners and guards (Ties in with deep pain event). They never had an official name like the other groups but the adults patronizing named them the Crib Squad, as they were all so much younger than the other groups. They didn't pay any mind to it and ignored the adults, opting instead to outperform them. Needless to say, outperformed them they did, which led to tragic events that are to be discussed later. At age 16 Robert became an adult in the community and the leader of the “Crib Squad”. It's fair to say his life went downhill after he turned 17. It was the middle of Summer and his father was doing his normal shift in the mines, Robert's had just ended and his job of patrolling the farms was about to start. As he was patrolling he felt the ground rumble and heard shouting and running in the direction of the mine. His heart sank when he heard people shouting about a cave-in. He was slightly relieved to see his father come out, albeit wounded, though this relief would not last. A week after the accident his father passed away from unhealed wounds that never made themselves visible. His mother was so grief stricken that shortly after this she was found hanging off the rafters of their house slowly spinning around. Robert was devastated and after the funeral had the home destroyed and moved into the town nearby.
Robert kept mostly to himself after that and didn't even talk to his friends all that often anymore. As people began to worry about him he isolated himself more and more for years. On his 23rd birthday he finally began interacting with other again. Tragedy befell him a few months later in a mission to clear out a raider den gone wrong (deep pain event). After being imprisoned for months he was finally rescued as the sole survivor of the mission, much like being the sole survivor of his family, this even scarred him mentally even more so than his family's death. With nothing left to live for in the town he packed his thing and left. No longer giving into emotions he felt he became an emotionless shell for about another year. Only getting over it because he realized he's weaker in this state, and in this world you can't afford to be weak.
He traveled from town to town, settlement to settlement, doing any work he could, but always unable to mine due to the accident that caused his father's death. He did all kinds of jobs for all kinds of people, farming, escorting, smithing, anything to make a living and survive. He feared the mines and never went deep into them. Always seeking to learn he kept up his practicing with weapons and made sure to stay literate by reading and writing when he could, usually writing in a journal about his life. His life slowly became less and less eventful, to which he was grateful for. Of course there was that raider that survived the mission he was on all those years ago that tried to kill him and failed in a poorly executed attempt at revenge for killing his friends. When he was 30 he tried to get over his mining fears, to no avail. Currently he still roams the land looking for work and possibly a place to settle down and live in relative peace, contemplating his fate and his life thus far.
-Character Family: All deceased:
-James Hargraves-Father: He was a miner and the man who taught Robert how to build simple housing should he ever need it. Unfortunately when Robert was 17 his father was a victim of a serious mining accident and succumbed to wounds from the accident about a week later.
-Sarah Hargraves-Mother: She was in charge of their family farm and taught Robert how to farm. She was so heartbroken and devastated by her husbands death that shortly after she committed suicide leaving Robert as the sole survivor of his family.
No siblings
-Character Age: 35
-Character Appearance: He wears a brown cloak with a hood, gray pants, black shoes and hair that’s beginning to gray.
-Character Personality:(Any fatal flaws?): Level headed, as much as you can be in a post apocalyptic situation, despite this he is prone to rash decisions and is generally shy around new people. He is also none too picky about any armor or weapons he finds, often using many different pieces of different armor types when he can’t make a full set. He gets annoyed by people he considers “dumber” than he is but masks his annoyance behind forced calmness.
-Occupation: He doesn’t have a set job but wanders about doing any work he can find. Previous jobs have included farming, smithing and delivering packages. He tried being a miner but could never go deep enough into the mines, so he gave up on that.
-Can your character read or write?: When he was a teenager he found books that helped him become literate. He had trouble at first but with time he became about as literate as a high-school senior.
-Can your character mine?: He used to be a miner like his father, but after the accident that ultimately killed his father Robert vowed never to go deep into any cave or mine again, as such he mines with more rudimentary tools and never goes deep in caves/mines. Despite the fact that he will mine if he must Robert prefers not to whenever possible.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can build simple houses and other shelters. Other than that he is dependent on pre-existing shelters or others who build far better than he can.
-Can your character fight?: He isn’t the best fighter but knows how to use swords and bows (guns?). Time spent practicing with his father is the only real training he’s ever had. He takes lessons from anyone who can offer him wisdom and practices whenever he can.
-Can your character farm?: If there’s one thing Robert could do right, it was farming. All that time spent helping his mother tend to the farm has helped him greatly. He still has much to learn but can make and maintain a variety of farms for himself or others.
-Does your character have any special skills?: He’s got an exceptionally strong back and can walk for days with little rest or food.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: No physical or health problems but will stop and freeze up if he gets stuck in a deep mine and panics in crowded, small spaces.
-Character Fears: Deep caves, tight, crowded spaces.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):
They said the squad was up to the task, they said since the squad thought they were so great that the patronizingly named Crib Squad, could clear out this raider den with ease. If only he could go back in time and tell them how wrong they were. At first it seemed like it wouldn't be a problem, ten of them total including Robert as the leader. It would turn out to be a horrific failure in more ways than one. Robert had just finished motivating the group, keeping anyone who would want to abandon the mission in line. The raider camp in question was fairly close to their town and was constantly harassing them, so the townspeople decided it would be a good idea to send a bunch of young 20-somethings to clear out a dangerous raider den. This would ultimately lead to the downfall of the village, as all but one Robert Hargraves were killed. The mission, though ultimately a success, was a disaster for the townspeople and the town.
The disaster started as soon as they were 20 meters away from the den, one of the younger ones, an 18 year old girl named Taylor, was shot in the head and killed instantly, gore spraying everyone who was nearest to her. Everyone scattered, the plan had gone to hell. Robert and a few others took cover behind a large rock, bits of flesh and brain had fallen onto his clothes, causing feelings of revulsion to build up in him and culminating in him vomiting and shuddering. “We have to finish the mission! If not for them then for Taylor!” A boy, Tom, shouted. They shot back, hitting some and missing some, they felt that they were winning until Tom made a mistake; he charged at the raiders and stepped on a land mine, blowing him to pieces and leaving him alive for a few more minutes, the battlefield was suddenly filled with the haunting sound of his screaming as he was only a torso and a head. Robert decided to put him out of his misery by shooting him in the head, yet another thing that would haunt him.
They finally made it inside after losing Jack, the second in command of the squad. They were killing the raiders left and right and all seemed to be better, until they decided to clear out the kitchen. Unbeknown to them it was an ambush, all 7 of the survivors were captured. The raiders began torturing them for information, raping the women and some of the men as well, all for their amusement. Robert sat helplessly and watched as his friends were tortured and killed in the most gruesome ways imaginable. First Jack, then Jane and Mike who were siblings, one by one he watched his squad-mates and friends died, months had passed and Robert was wondering why no one came to save them. It wouldn't be long until they reached him, the last one alive, and tortured him to death.
The pain was unimaginable, they beat him, stabbed him and when he was on the verge of death, healed him so he could be alive for more torture. They shocked, shot, suffocated and put his head underwater for long periods of time. When he would pass out they kept beating him until he woke up. All the time he was thinking “Why couldn't I have been first? Why did they save me for last? Just kill me and be done with it!” His rescue came in the middle of a particularly brutal torturing, the raiders had noted how he heals fast and therefore got more bold with their torturing. His rescuers came to the scene of raiders breaking all of his bones slowly, they were about to go for the spine when the rescue squad opened fire and killed the raiders. The next month Robert was in a makeshift medical tent screaming the names of his friends and just making sounds that would haunt the townspeople until they die. He knew this would haunt him until he died, but he does his best to keep the memory locked away deep in the recesses of his mind. One thing that he could never get rid of was the face of his girlfriend, Jenny. Her death and her screams of pain inflicted by torture would end up almost driving him mad with rage and grief, crippling him until the feelings passed.
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific -Standard/United States of America
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes I do!
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I may seem like a quiet person at first, because I'm a little shy, but once you get to know me and I get comfortable with the server I'll start interacting more. I have a dry sense of humor, and I like roleplaying, which is why I chose this server
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:At least an hour every day.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since Beta 1.2
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I've been on a few servers that said they were roleplaying, but like you said, they all had kids out of roleplay and were completely okay with it haha. The first one i started was about 3 months ago, and I've kinda slowly decayed off that one to find a better one (like this server!)
-What do you expect this server will be like?:Survive on your own/with a group of people, if you need something, you're going to have to go find it yourself. come on consistently to make sure everything you have isn't destroyed!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: One server by a group called justgamers, which was my favorite, that was a roleplaying server but was shut down because there weren't enough people playing on the server. The first server was terradecacraft, which was the server I decayed off of. -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): The first server I ever joined (not roleplaying), I didnt understand what griefing was and I lava-flooded someone's house and got banned xD
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, yes, and yes! They all seem very good ground rules for a roleplaying server.
-How did you hear about us?: Searching through the forum server thread, and looking for interesting roleplaying servers.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I don't think so, I doon't have a mic and my parents don't see the reasoning for having one *unamused face*
-Biography:My mother gave birth to me in 2204, and died during child birth. I lived with my father and my aunt and uncle until I was about 8. Our house was invaded by a group of 3 mutants (explained further in deep pain section), and only my aunt, my father, and I made it out alive... we traveled across the wasteland, looking for a hospital for my father, because his spine had been completely snapped in half.My aunt sobbed most of the way through, holding the sleve that ripped off of my uncle's t-shirt when she tried to save him. Eventually, after about 3 days, we found a hospital, but by the time we got there my father was in a complete vegetable state. One young couple took us and we lived under their house in their basement for about 4 years. Because one day, a week after my birthday to be exact, I woke up in my worn out mattress by the realization that i had just swallowed human waste. I sit up to find that the first 6 inches of the floor are filled with human fecal matter and urine. A pipe had broke and it was all leaking in here. My excessive vomiting woke up my aunt, who had an anxiety attack and dove to save my father, who by that time was completely submerged in the waste water, little air bubbles coming up from where his mouth was. I aunt pulls him up to have him vomit right in her face, which in repulse, she drops him into the water and knocks him out. I wade through the water to the door that separates the house and the basement to find it locked. It is never locked during the night. My aunt and I scream and bang on the door, because the young couple wear ear plugs during the night to attain to their light-sleepiness. They are both light sleepers, but with ear plugs in couldn't hear a shotgun slug go off in the bedroom doorway. By the time the water was up to our waists, my aunt had passed out and i held her with one arm and was determined to bash through the door which the other. The water had just gotten filled up to my nose as the water pressure broke down the door.We left the house, and my aunt and I have been living in seclusion since then. Well, until a robot gang broke in about 2 months ago and I watched as she was vaporized by their lasers. I barely made it out alive. Now I'm on my own.
-Character Family: Mother: deceased; died during child birth. Was told she was cheery and optimistic. Father: deceased; drowned in human waste. Hard-working, dedicated and caring about his family. Uncle: deceased; raped to death by a mutant. Quiet, snarky, pessimistic, and loved conspiracies. Aunt: deceased; vaporized by robot gang. Tender, loving, heartfelt, funny, and all around a helpful, caring woman. Older brother: deceased; miscarriage.
-Character Age: 15
-Character Appearance: sandy brown shaggy hair, slim build, 5 o'clock shadow, about 5'8"
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Quiet, sarcastic, over-thinker, funny (dry sense of humor)
-Occupation: crafter/blacksmith
-Can your character read or write?: He can read, but not write.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, he had some training to it as a child.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can't build free-standing structures, but can dig into the sides of cliffs as houses.
-Can your character fight?: Yes, he has learned in some very bad situations. He didn't really have a choice of whether to do it or not.
-Can your character farm?: No, never learned that skill.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Not that he knows of. Crafting and blacksmithing, maybe?
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD, ADHD
-Character Fears: Mutants, basments, water with a depth of 2+ blocks.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): My father, my aunt and I were staying in our home when I woke up to hear grunting and heavy breathing, along with some chatter around the house. I woke my dad up, and his eyes grew. Right as he grabbed the beat-up laser pistol he had found, we heard a man give a blood-curdling scream. We ran out to see my uncle, the only other male in my life besides my dad, being anally raped by a mutant while the others cheered their friend on. They saw us and charged for us. I dodged one of them but another grabbed my head and feet. Right as he was about to rip me apart, I hear a BOOM and and the mutant fell dead to the ground. I peeked over the, what seemed to me at the time like a behemoth, mutant to see my aunt run towards my uncle and grab his shirt to pull him from the nightmare, but then one knocked her away right as she pulled. She ran towards me to get me out of the building, but then i remember my dad and looked past my aunt for only a second, but in the second I saw a mutant pierce his brutally huge fist into my father back, completely breaking his spine. I ran towards him as my aunt decided to create a distraction for the mutants, and then she ran over and in one swift move threw my father over her shoulder and we ran out, eventually losing the mutants. Now, what we need to do was find a still-standing hospital for my father.
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific -Standard/United States of America
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes I do!
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I may seem like a quiet person at first, because I'm a little shy, but once you get to know me and I get comfortable with the server I'll start interacting more. I have a dry sense of humor, and I like roleplaying, which is why I chose this server
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:At least an hour every day.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since Beta 1.2
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I've been on a few servers that said they were roleplaying, but like you said, they all had kids out of roleplay and were completely okay with it haha. The first one i started was about 3 months ago, and I've kinda slowly decayed off that one to find a better one (like this server!)
-What do you expect this server will be like?:Survive on your own/with a group of people, if you need something, you're going to have to go find it yourself. come on consistently to make sure everything you have isn't destroyed!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: One server by a group called justgamers, which was my favorite, that was a roleplaying server but was shut down because there weren't enough people playing on the server. The first server was terradecacraft, which was the server I decayed off of. -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): The first server I ever joined (not roleplaying), I didnt understand what griefing was and I lava-flooded someone's house and got banned xD
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, yes, and yes! They all seem very good ground rules for a roleplaying server.
-How did you hear about us?: Searching through the forum server thread, and looking for interesting roleplaying servers.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I don't think so, I doon't have a mic and my parents don't see the reasoning for having one *unamused face*
-Biography:My mother gave birth to me in 2204, and died during child birth. I lived with my father and my aunt and uncle until I was about 8. Our house was invaded by a group of 3 mutants (explained further in deep pain section), and only my aunt, my father, and I made it out alive... we traveled across the wasteland, looking for a hospital for my father, because his spine had been completely snapped in half.My aunt sobbed most of the way through, holding the sleve that ripped off of my uncle's t-shirt when she tried to save him. Eventually, after about 3 days, we found a hospital, but by the time we got there my father was in a complete vegetable state. One young couple took us and we lived under their house in their basement for about 4 years. Because one day, a week after my birthday to be exact, I woke up in my worn out mattress by the realization that i had just swallowed human waste. I sit up to find that the first 6 inches of the floor are filled with human fecal matter and urine. A pipe had broke and it was all leaking in here. My excessive vomiting woke up my aunt, who had an anxiety attack and dove to save my father, who by that time was completely submerged in the waste water, little air bubbles coming up from where his mouth was. I aunt pulls him up to have him vomit right in her face, which in repulse, she drops him into the water and knocks him out. I wade through the water to the door that separates the house and the basement to find it locked. It is never locked during the night. My aunt and I scream and bang on the door, because the young couple wear ear plugs during the night to attain to their light-sleepiness. They are both light sleepers, but with ear plugs in couldn't hear a shotgun slug go off in the bedroom doorway. By the time the water was up to our waists, my aunt had passed out and i held her with one arm and was determined to bash through the door which the other. The water had just gotten filled up to my nose as the water pressure broke down the door.We left the house, and my aunt and I have been living in seclusion since then. Well, until a robot gang broke in about 2 months ago and I watched as she was vaporized by their lasers. I barely made it out alive. Now I'm on my own.
-Character Family: Mother: deceased; died during child birth. Was told she was cheery and optimistic. Father: deceased; drowned in human waste. Hard-working, dedicated and caring about his family. Uncle: deceased; raped to death by a mutant. Quiet, snarky, pessimistic, and loved conspiracies. Aunt: deceased; vaporized by robot gang. Tender, loving, heartfelt, funny, and all around a helpful, caring woman. Older brother: deceased; miscarriage.
-Character Age: 15
-Character Appearance: sandy brown shaggy hair, slim build, 5 o'clock shadow, about 5'8"
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Quiet, sarcastic, over-thinker, funny (dry sense of humor)
-Occupation: crafter/blacksmith
-Can your character read or write?: He can read, but not write.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, he had some training to it as a child.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can't build free-standing structures, but can dig into the sides of cliffs as houses.
-Can your character fight?: Yes, he has learned in some very bad situations. He didn't really have a choice of whether to do it or not.
-Can your character farm?: No, never learned that skill.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Not that he knows of. Crafting and blacksmithing, maybe?
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD, ADHD
-Character Fears: Mutants, basments, water with a depth of 2+ blocks.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): My father, my aunt and I were staying in our home when I woke up to hear grunting and heavy breathing, along with some chatter around the house. I woke my dad up, and his eyes grew. Right as he grabbed the beat-up laser pistol he had found, we heard a man give a blood-curdling scream. We ran out to see my uncle, the only other male in my life besides my dad, being anally raped by a mutant while the others cheered their friend on. They saw us and charged for us. I dodged one of them but another grabbed my head and feet. Right as he was about to rip me apart, I hear a BOOM and and the mutant fell dead to the ground. I peeked over the, what seemed to me at the time like a behemoth, mutant to see my aunt run towards my uncle and grab his shirt to pull him from the nightmare, but then one knocked her away right as she pulled. She ran towards me to get me out of the building, but then i remember my dad and looked past my aunt for only a second, but in the second I saw a mutant pierce his brutally huge fist into my father back, completely breaking his spine. I ran towards him as my aunt decided to create a distraction for the mutants, and then she ran over and in one swift move threw my father over her shoulder and we ran out, eventually losing the mutants. Now, what we need to do was find a still-standing hospital for my father.
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name: Webemperor
-How old are you?: 21
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT +2
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Mostly. I can make simple grammar mistake or punctuation mistakes.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I usually get angry quickly, Work as an Artist and an Editor. I really like Post-Apocalyptic and Wasteland servers.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Changes. 1-4 hours a day.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since the start of Alpha.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I have roleplayed in many minecraft servers. I also roleplayed in ARMA 2, Starcraft and a Fallout MMO called Fonline
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Hardcore RP I hope. It has been awhile since I had a good roleplay.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on mostly Fallout servers. War never changes, Vault RP, and WW ( Which I'm owner on ). I also played on Retrofuture and ThePlague.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned twice because of a misunderstanding, and accidentally metagamed once while I was sleepy as hell.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Of course.
-How did you hear about us?: I was looking at the content of one of my friend's in this forum, and I found this
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Never tried mumble. I may buy a mic later for it.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Lance Dagtyerav
-Biography: Lance was born in a small but effienct underground community called, People of the Tunnels. When Lance was born, He was educated by the ways of a "Worm" which his people think that built all the mine they live in. Most of the people in the community is quite weak and fragile, but Lance is unlike others, is quite strong and durable. When he became 7, he was thought how to read and write by his community. But most people didn't liked him, Because since he was born, He seen the "Worm" they believe as nothing but gibberish and pure ********. Unlike his people he refuses to believe in this "Worm" of theirs. Most people didn't take offense against Lance, as they wasn't aware of the fact that he was an "unbeliever".
When he became 10, he started to do usual work to support the community, and "serve the Great Worm" which he insisted not to believe. As he grew, He wanted to see surface, and explore it. But his parents and the elders of the town believed that the Sun is the mortal enemy of the "Great Worm" and people in the overworld should be seen as corrupted. But with his actions, people started to be suspicious against him, thinking that he is an unbeliever and should be banished. When he became 13, Elders of the community, made him confess that he is a unbeliever in gunpoint. He, scared as hell, confessed the truth. After this event, whole town started to see him as a monster, an untamed animal. They rarely give him any food. He started to treat him nearly as a slave. When he became 15 an unexpected thing, changed the turn of his life -See EDP for this part-. When he left the cave he stayed and started to wander the wasteland. He then found a little town, regularly attacked by bandits and mutants. Town was quite weak. Ready to fall down any second. As he knew, He thought town how to fight, how to tend for themselves. He lived there for 2 years or so, as a Guard. Town was doing better everyday. But he didn't belonged there. He thought everything he knew to a kid nearly at same age as him. He then left the town in a night, Continued to wander the wastes to find a new purpose to himself. He explored and wanderer from place to place, staying in a town or making his own camp for to defend himself against the deadly Wasteland. He kept doing this for more than 4 years. Wandering from place to place. He thought what he knew to people he met. He braved Wastes anytime. "By fire and sword, Will take back this world", Became his only motto. But in the end, he never forget that he was a murderer, leaving his own community to death. He then strangely, in a twist of destiny, he arrived at the point of start. His community. When he opened the hatch and entered the underground mine, he found nothing but dead. Everyone was dead. His family, everyone he knew, but he didn't still cared. He was glad that they died. He was glad that they felt pain. He then returned to the surface. Continued to roam.
-Character Family: He have an average mother and an average father, but they don't like him much.
-Character Age: 26
-Character Appearance: He have a long black hair which suits his dark personality and quite tall.
-Character Personality: He is usually quite angry beneath the sun and not that good too. He usually cares too much people, while being quite carefree. He tends to keep his secrets for his own.
-Occupation:
-Can your character read or write?: He was thought by his parents in the Underground. He can both read and write with little to no mistakes.
-Can your character mine?: He is not that a good miner, but he does fine usually, thanks to his eyes and sharp senses.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He is pretty decent builder. He can easily build anything with enough tools and enough resources.
-Can your character fight?: Despite his strong look, He is much of an average fighter. Can fend of a few raiders and rascals, but not good at fighting off strong Fuelbots and Mutants
-Can your character farm?: He once tried, but did not proved any good unfortunately. He cannot farm for himself if someone doesn't help him.
-Does your character have any special skills?: He have quite sharp eyes and can see in the dark better than most people in the Wastes. This also makes him a qualified hunter and a good explorer in the dark caves and such.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:
-Character Fears: As he lived his whole life in the underground, Sun always scares him a little, especially during hot times, with his skin start to itch and hurt. During these times, he usually finds himself a place or something to cover himself from deadly heat of sun. He usually sets out and hunts during night. Also scared of most of the bugs. Most of them, Spiders, Roaches, Snails.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): When Lance became 15, he lived most of his life getting treated as trash. But he was fine since he lived. But seemed like town was fed of him, they started to wound him and hit him regularly. When he woke up in a cold day, His father took his hand, pulling him towards the room of "High Elder of the Worm". Elder said "You! Unbeliever scum! Our Great Lord, The Great Worm, needs a sacrifice! Blood, of unbelievers!" . This words, suddenly made Lance act. He charged towards the elder, knocking him out. He quickly took his gun. "YOU DAMNED *******! HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GREAT WORM! HOW DARE YO-" Elder shouted, as bullet pierced through his skull. Hearing the gunshot, Guards rallied to the Elders room, But Lance had something Guard didn't, a gun. As Community was poor, They mostly used melee weapons. Only Elder had his own gun, which was a pistol. With amazing skills, He took out 5 out of 7 of the guards, but he was wounded, As Guard charged toward him, he crouched and shoot the guard. He killed him. He was determined to kill the elder, and knocking down the guards with Pistol whips and Hand-to-Hand combat. They treated him like a dog, a slave, but he still felt sad killing one of them. But he was already in the point of no return, and suddenly, Lance snapped, murdering the last of the guardmen. He entered the Town Square. All of the townspeople looked at him in fear. It brought him great joy and anger. He shouted "What's happening now eh?! Where is your ****ing "Worm" now?!Your lives are in my hands now! You, You ******* treated me like a dog, a damn slave!". In a moment, some kid charged him with a stone "How dare you insult the great wo-!". Lance, already lost most of his sanity, shot the kid several times. A huge scream came out of the crowd. IT was kid's mother. She looked at Lance with eyes full of hatred, anger, and sadness. "Don't look at me like that... DON'T LOOK AT ME!". He started to fire randomly at the crowd, shooting most of the people. He then realized that it was time for his leave. While he left from the secret stairs at the Elder's room, he continued to shoot at the back. When he arrived to the surface, he was out of stamina. Sun was killing him. He then quickly found a little cave. He quickly entered the cave. He started cry and laugh at the same time. His revenge was absolute. He killed them. He killed the people whom looked at him with Despise and hatred...
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself): I'm currently making the skin itself. I'll post it when it's ready :3
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Out-Of-Character
-Minecraft Account Name: InvdrZim13
-How old are you?: 17
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: US EST (GMT – 4:00)
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I wouldn’t be applying if I didn’t
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: During the summer at least a few hours a day, when school starts back up the time I’ll be able to dedicate will fluctuate depending on the workload.
-How long have you played Minecraft?: Since Alpha 1.0.0
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: A good role play requires people not to be self-sufficient and also needs a variety of different types of characters. I’ve been roleplaying for a few years now and it’s mostly been minecraft and starcraft rp.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect that it will be a great rp server and that it will be able to keep me hooked.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: On minecraft I was on The Vault RP and Retrofuture for several launches and left because they closed down. While technically starcraft doesn’t have roleplay servers I actively played on the Cortex RP maps since they first came out and stopped a few months ago due to school and such.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Nope
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:I’ve read and understand all the rules and they all seem fair.
-How did you hear about us?: Some friends were talking about it so I checked it out.
-What is you forum account name?: InvdrZim13
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Already have Mumble so probably.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Robert Hargraves
-Biography:
Robert was born to a farmer and a miner, nothing special about him, nothing out of the ordinary at all. So maybe because his life was so unremarkable and so normal that he would be hit hard with tragedy later in life, not just one isolated incident either, several tragic events; each more scarring than the last. Enough to have made him a mute for years, but more on that later. With a life as tragic and difficult as this it would be best to start from the beginning and work our way to the end.
Born about 35 years ago, Robert could not have asked for a more normal existence, as normal as it can be in a post apocalyptic wasteland. From a young age he showed an aptitude for learning new skills, as demonstrated when he picked up on both farming, smithing and mining; skills he learned from both his parents. During his youth, from birth to about age 12, he simply existed and helped his parents maintain their homestead that wasn't too close to a settlement, but wasn't too far away at the same time. His father James worked in the mines and was teaching his son how to mine and how to use the materials found in a mine. His mother Sarah taught him farming methods so one day he could live on his own with no fear of starvation from lack of food, provided he could find seeds and protect his crops, which is where his combat training came in. From a young age he was learning skills such as archery and swordplay from his father and other members of the community they were near. While he is not by any means a master or even an expert he is competent enough to fight off the raiders and mutants that either want his food or him for food. On his 12th birthday he was considered old enough to start mining and defending his family's farm and the community. Normally someone that young would never be considered for guard duty but they were short on able hands so Robert, along with about 9 other boys and girls his age were made miners and guards.
Moving right along to ages 13-17 in his life, Robert mined and guarded as he was needed to. There was the occasional raid by either raiders or mutants that he participated in, earned a fair number of scars that, to the bewilderment of the community, healed rapidly and then dissipated from his body. The 9 other children, now all in their teenage years, along with Robert were made into their own group of miners and guards (Ties in with deep pain event). They never had an official name like the other groups but the adults patronizing named them the Crib Squad, as they were all so much younger than the other groups. They didn't pay any mind to it and ignored the adults, opting instead to outperform them. Needless to say, outperformed them they did, which led to tragic events that are to be discussed later. At age 16 Robert became an adult in the community and the leader of the “Crib Squad”. It's fair to say his life went downhill after he turned 17. It was the middle of Summer and his father was doing his normal shift in the mines, Robert's had just ended and his job of patrolling the farms was about to start. As he was patrolling he felt the ground rumble and heard shouting and running in the direction of the mine. His heart sank when he heard people shouting about a cave-in. He was slightly relieved to see his father come out, albeit wounded, though this relief would not last. A week after the accident his father passed away from unhealed wounds that never made themselves visible. His mother was so grief stricken that shortly after this she was found hanging off the rafters of their house slowly spinning around. Robert was devastated and after the funeral had the home destroyed and moved into the town nearby.
Robert kept mostly to himself after that and didn't even talk to his friends all that often anymore. As people began to worry about him he isolated himself more and more for years. On his 23rd birthday he finally began interacting with other again. Tragedy befell him a few months later in a mission to clear out a raider den gone wrong (deep pain event). After being imprisoned for months he was finally rescued as the sole survivor of the mission, much like being the sole survivor of his family, this even scarred him mentally even more so than his family's death. With nothing left to live for in the town he packed his thing and left. No longer giving into emotions he felt he became an emotionless shell for about another year. Only getting over it because he realized he's weaker in this state, and in this world you can't afford to be weak.
He traveled from town to town, settlement to settlement, doing any work he could, but always unable to mine due to the accident that caused his father's death. He did all kinds of jobs for all kinds of people, farming, escorting, smithing, anything to make a living and survive. He feared the mines and never went deep into them. Always seeking to learn he kept up his practicing with weapons and made sure to stay literate by reading and writing when he could, usually writing in a journal about his life. His life slowly became less and less eventful, to which he was grateful for. Of course there was that raider that survived the mission he was on all those years ago that tried to kill him and failed in a poorly executed attempt at revenge for killing his friends. When he was 30 he tried to get over his mining fears, to no avail. Currently he still roams the land looking for work and possibly a place to settle down and live in relative peace, contemplating his fate and his life thus far.
-Character Family: All deceased:
-James Hargraves-Father: He was a miner and the man who taught Robert how to build simple housing should he ever need it. Unfortunately when Robert was 17 his father was a victim of a serious mining accident and succumbed to wounds from the accident about a week later.
-Sarah Hargraves-Mother: She was in charge of their family farm and taught Robert how to farm. She was so heartbroken and devastated by her husbands death that shortly after she committed suicide leaving Robert as the sole survivor of his family.
No siblings
-Character Age: 35
-Character Appearance: He wears a brown cloak with a hood, gray pants, black shoes and hair that’s beginning to gray.
-Character Personality:(Any fatal flaws?): Level headed, as much as you can be in a post apocalyptic situation, despite this he is prone to rash decisions and is generally shy around new people. He is also none too picky about any armor or weapons he finds, often using many different pieces of different armor types when he can’t make a full set. He gets annoyed by people he considers “dumber” than he is but masks his annoyance behind forced calmness.
-Occupation: He doesn’t have a set job but wanders about doing any work he can find. Previous jobs have included farming, smithing and delivering packages. He tried being a miner but could never go deep enough into the mines, so he gave up on that.
-Can your character read or write?: When he was a teenager he found books that helped him become literate. He had trouble at first but with time he became about as literate as a high-school senior.
-Can your character mine?: He used to be a miner like his father, but after the accident that ultimately killed his father Robert vowed never to go deep into any cave or mine again, as such he mines with more rudimentary tools and never goes deep in caves/mines. Despite the fact that he will mine if he must Robert prefers not to whenever possible.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can build simple houses and other shelters. Other than that he is dependent on pre-existing shelters or others who build far better than he can.
-Can your character fight?: He isn’t the best fighter but knows how to use swords and bows (guns?). Time spent practicing with his father is the only real training he’s ever had. He takes lessons from anyone who can offer him wisdom and practices whenever he can.
-Can your character farm?: If there’s one thing Robert could do right, it was farming. All that time spent helping his mother tend to the farm has helped him greatly. He still has much to learn but can make and maintain a variety of farms for himself or others.
-Does your character have any special skills?: He’s got an exceptionally strong back and can walk for days with little rest or food.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: No physical or health problems but will stop and freeze up if he gets stuck in a deep mine and panics in crowded, small spaces.
-Character Fears: Deep caves, tight, crowded spaces.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):
They said the squad was up to the task, they said since the squad thought they were so great that the patronizingly named Crib Squad, could clear out this raider den with ease. If only he could go back in time and tell them how wrong they were. At first it seemed like it wouldn't be a problem, ten of them total including Robert as the leader. It would turn out to be a horrific failure in more ways than one. Robert had just finished motivating the group, keeping anyone who would want to abandon the mission in line. The raider camp in question was fairly close to their town and was constantly harassing them, so the townspeople decided it would be a good idea to send a bunch of young 20-somethings to clear out a dangerous raider den. This would ultimately lead to the downfall of the village, as all but one Robert Hargraves were killed. The mission, though ultimately a success, was a disaster for the townspeople and the town.
The disaster started as soon as they were 20 meters away from the den, one of the younger ones, an 18 year old girl named Taylor, was shot in the head and killed instantly, gore spraying everyone who was nearest to her. Everyone scattered, the plan had gone to hell. Robert and a few others took cover behind a large rock, bits of flesh and brain had fallen onto his clothes, causing feelings of revulsion to build up in him and culminating in him vomiting and shuddering. “We have to finish the mission! If not for them then for Taylor!” A boy, Tom, shouted. They shot back, hitting some and missing some, they felt that they were winning until Tom made a mistake; he charged at the raiders and stepped on a land mine, blowing him to pieces and leaving him alive for a few more minutes, the battlefield was suddenly filled with the haunting sound of his screaming as he was only a torso and a head. Robert decided to put him out of his misery by shooting him in the head, yet another thing that would haunt him.
They finally made it inside after losing Jack, the second in command of the squad. They were killing the raiders left and right and all seemed to be better, until they decided to clear out the kitchen. Unbeknown to them it was an ambush, all 7 of the survivors were captured. The raiders began torturing them for information, raping the women and some of the men as well, all for their amusement. Robert sat helplessly and watched as his friends were tortured and killed in the most gruesome ways imaginable. First Jack, then Jane and Mike who were siblings, one by one he watched his squad-mates and friends died, months had passed and Robert was wondering why no one came to save them. It wouldn't be long until they reached him, the last one alive, and tortured him to death.
The pain was unimaginable, they beat him, stabbed him and when he was on the verge of death, healed him so he could be alive for more torture. They shocked, shot, suffocated and put his head underwater for long periods of time. When he would pass out they kept beating him until he woke up. All the time he was thinking “Why couldn't I have been first? Why did they save me for last? Just kill me and be done with it!” His rescue came in the middle of a particularly brutal torturing, the raiders had noted how he heals fast and therefore got more bold with their torturing. His rescuers came to the scene of raiders breaking all of his bones slowly, they were about to go for the spine when the rescue squad opened fire and killed the raiders. The next month Robert was in a makeshift medical tent screaming the names of his friends and just making sounds that would haunt the townspeople until they die. He knew this would haunt him until he died, but he does his best to keep the memory locked away deep in the recesses of his mind. One thing that he could never get rid of was the face of his girlfriend, Jenny. Her death and her screams of pain inflicted by torture would end up almost driving him mad with rage and grief, crippling him until the feelings passed.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):
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-Other Information:I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
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-Minecraft Account Name: dorian1256
-How old are you?: 15
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific -Standard/United States of America
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes I do!
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I may seem like a quiet person at first, because I'm a little shy, but once you get to know me and I get comfortable with the server I'll start interacting more. I have a dry sense of humor, and I like roleplaying, which is why I chose this server
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:At least an hour every day.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since Beta 1.2
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I've been on a few servers that said they were roleplaying, but like you said, they all had kids out of roleplay and were completely okay with it haha. The first one i started was about 3 months ago, and I've kinda slowly decayed off that one to find a better one (like this server!)
-What do you expect this server will be like?:Survive on your own/with a group of people, if you need something, you're going to have to go find it yourself. come on consistently to make sure everything you have isn't destroyed!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: One server by a group called justgamers, which was my favorite, that was a roleplaying server but was shut down because there weren't enough people playing on the server. The first server was terradecacraft, which was the server I decayed off of.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): The first server I ever joined (not roleplaying), I didnt understand what griefing was and I lava-flooded someone's house and got banned xD
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, yes, and yes! They all seem very good ground rules for a roleplaying server.
-How did you hear about us?: Searching through the forum server thread, and looking for interesting roleplaying servers.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I don't think so, I doon't have a mic and my parents don't see the reasoning for having one *unamused face*
In-Character:
-Character Name: Zedidiah Blades (or Zed)
-Biography:My mother gave birth to me in 2204, and died during child birth. I lived with my father and my aunt and uncle until I was about 8. Our house was invaded by a group of 3 mutants (explained further in deep pain section), and only my aunt, my father, and I made it out alive... we traveled across the wasteland, looking for a hospital for my father, because his spine had been completely snapped in half.My aunt sobbed most of the way through, holding the sleve that ripped off of my uncle's t-shirt when she tried to save him. Eventually, after about 3 days, we found a hospital, but by the time we got there my father was in a complete vegetable state. One young couple took us and we lived under their house in their basement for about 4 years. Because one day, a week after my birthday to be exact, I woke up in my worn out mattress by the realization that i had just swallowed human waste. I sit up to find that the first 6 inches of the floor are filled with human fecal matter and urine. A pipe had broke and it was all leaking in here. My excessive vomiting woke up my aunt, who had an anxiety attack and dove to save my father, who by that time was completely submerged in the waste water, little air bubbles coming up from where his mouth was. I aunt pulls him up to have him vomit right in her face, which in repulse, she drops him into the water and knocks him out. I wade through the water to the door that separates the house and the basement to find it locked. It is never locked during the night. My aunt and I scream and bang on the door, because the young couple wear ear plugs during the night to attain to their light-sleepiness. They are both light sleepers, but with ear plugs in couldn't hear a shotgun slug go off in the bedroom doorway. By the time the water was up to our waists, my aunt had passed out and i held her with one arm and was determined to bash through the door which the other. The water had just gotten filled up to my nose as the water pressure broke down the door.We left the house, and my aunt and I have been living in seclusion since then. Well, until a robot gang broke in about 2 months ago and I watched as she was vaporized by their lasers. I barely made it out alive. Now I'm on my own.
-Character Family: Mother: deceased; died during child birth. Was told she was cheery and optimistic. Father: deceased; drowned in human waste. Hard-working, dedicated and caring about his family. Uncle: deceased; raped to death by a mutant. Quiet, snarky, pessimistic, and loved conspiracies. Aunt: deceased; vaporized by robot gang. Tender, loving, heartfelt, funny, and all around a helpful, caring woman. Older brother: deceased; miscarriage.
-Character Age: 15
-Character Appearance: sandy brown shaggy hair, slim build, 5 o'clock shadow, about 5'8"
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Quiet, sarcastic, over-thinker, funny (dry sense of humor)
-Occupation: crafter/blacksmith
-Can your character read or write?: He can read, but not write.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, he had some training to it as a child.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can't build free-standing structures, but can dig into the sides of cliffs as houses.
-Can your character fight?: Yes, he has learned in some very bad situations. He didn't really have a choice of whether to do it or not.
-Can your character farm?: No, never learned that skill.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Not that he knows of. Crafting and blacksmithing, maybe?
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD, ADHD
-Character Fears: Mutants, basments, water with a depth of 2+ blocks.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): My father, my aunt and I were staying in our home when I woke up to hear grunting and heavy breathing, along with some chatter around the house. I woke my dad up, and his eyes grew. Right as he grabbed the beat-up laser pistol he had found, we heard a man give a blood-curdling scream. We ran out to see my uncle, the only other male in my life besides my dad, being anally raped by a mutant while the others cheered their friend on. They saw us and charged for us. I dodged one of them but another grabbed my head and feet. Right as he was about to rip me apart, I hear a BOOM and and the mutant fell dead to the ground. I peeked over the, what seemed to me at the time like a behemoth, mutant to see my aunt run towards my uncle and grab his shirt to pull him from the nightmare, but then one knocked her away right as she pulled. She ran towards me to get me out of the building, but then i remember my dad and looked past my aunt for only a second, but in the second I saw a mutant pierce his brutally huge fist into my father back, completely breaking his spine. I ran towards him as my aunt decided to create a distraction for the mutants, and then she ran over and in one swift move threw my father over her shoulder and we ran out, eventually losing the mutants. Now, what we need to do was find a still-standing hospital for my father.
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-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
What do you mean by confusion?
I would hope that if you're grouping with them they want you alive, but you never know
Not yet, we are still doing some lore and background work. When we finish that up we will start on the applications!
Exactly!
Unless they happen to be psychopaths or sociopaths I don't see why they would kill you xD
Unless of course you're a dirt peddler