Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery" meat, his father scrounged. Richie always wanted to leave the hole with his father, and his wish would be granted.
Sorry, the text surprised me when it shrunk, I didn't do that intentionally.
i am vary confused it end's sudden . and only covers his childhood i have no idea who he is and what he wants to be and from what I've read this app seams vary open ended yes its in a post appocolips air but doesn't tie to our lore. denide
i would se jest for you to add more detail ...like the fist time that i read it i thout you were putting your setting in one of thow's 60's boom shelter's
detail like his reaction to his fathers death and what happens to him after the raiders fined him and where hes been in his travails and what he wants to do like take revenge , join the dusters ...or dose he get lock up by the raiders and corrupts and joins them as his new family or dose he go on to become a scribe writing books a bout mercants story when the come thue town for a town that took him in when he exscapes the raders
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.
Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.
Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.
Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.
In Character (IC)
Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 24
How does your character act? Difficult to really get along with, he is usually shown to be more interested in Scribes and technology, compared to other people you would find. He does not like to dwell on a serious situation. Usually tries losing himself in stories.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his scribes friendship material.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie constantly looks for whatever joy he can find. He is very interested
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.
Does your character have any weaknesses? He cannot dwell on bad situations, his time in the slaves camps have shown him that the world is too serious for him to be really "there".
Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father's death, and Raider camps. The trauma made him become a recluse for his adult life.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
Growing up in an old abandoned bomb shelter on a day to day basis was two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world, they made a child. The date finally came, September 25th, 2221. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace everyone was okay. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. She hemorrhaged. Blood would not stop. The Mother bled to death, leaving the Father all alone. Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man, however. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery meat", his father scrounged.
His father had always said; "If I never gotten those books, you'd see the big picture." Richie never understood what he meant. He's never even seen a picture out of his story book. But when he was finally old enough, Richie was allowed to go with his father to help with food scrounging, they ran out the day before. The lands were considered very deadly at the time, too many raiders were around their home on the eastern seaboard. It was almost impossible to be out in the open without one bullet flying past your head. 16 and ready to face to world, Richie was ecstatic the very first time out of his shelter! Then he saw the big picture. Fallout all around him. He never knew the world was destroyed so many years ago. Now his father shown him the truth.
They had gone to a nearby Home, Raiders already traveled past there disposing of the inhabitants outback. In the middle of scrounging by the building some yelling was heard outside. They were seen. Because not long after, an ax slammed in the door. A Raider was laughing as he poked his head through the hole- only to be cut short by a bullet to the brain. Richie's father told his son to get under the bed, and shut up. Awfully blunt in times of terror. Richie obeyed his father, grabbing the combat knife his father lent him. Raiders tore the door down and began attacking his father, two were badly wounded but the third managed to knock Father to the ground. In desperate times... Richie grabbed the raiders leg and plunged a blade deep within, to which a pained scream and a twist of a blade, caused the raider to collapse out of agony. Richie grabbed a chair, slamming it on the back of the raider's neck. One down, two getting up.
Richie thought quickly, looking for something. Grabbing the chair, he threatened the men with it. A tad useless. They grabbed the chair and dragged him outside, one pinning him to the ground, the other going back inside with a hand gun. Two shots fired. Richie knew one was for his father, and the other for the wounded raider. Richie's blood went cold, hearing the now stained floor, be covered in his father's brain matter. Tear streaked down his face. He was alone. Oh wait, the Raider sitting on his back was still there. Laughing. Wonderful. They grabbed some of the left over gear, no use to waste it. They proceeded to drag Richie to a camp. He was going to become a slave for them.
Richie was worked heavily in the mine, constantly lugging the stones back, either for weaponry, or building material. He made sure he would get revenge. One day he grabbed a Jagged stone from the pile. While other slaves picked away at the pile for some hidden gems, Richie was slowly creeping behind the guard. One chance, or he would end up tonight's Dinner. Slam. Clean. Simple. Quick. Blood pooled quietly from the raider's ear. A heavy blow from behind, in the neck. He was dead for sure. Now digging through his supplies, he took some of the tire armor. It had been 4 years of forced labor. Time to cash the pay check. Payment in Blood. Grabbing the key ring, he opened the gate. No more running from problems, someone needed to end them.
Within 24 hours, half the raider camp was in panic. Some raiders got the other slaves locked away, but Richie was still at large. He assaulted a armed guard, and stole his 9 mm. Three shots later, and you can guess Raiders would be fixing to end it. Richie now hid in the cave. Not much he could do but wait. Raiders crept into the cave, many armed with metal bats and small firearms. They we're not even going to kill Richie by the looks of it. They were making him into a game almost. Winner gets to torture him to death in the cave. But this is not how it's going down. If Richie took a shot, he'd have to be quick. But if he used stealth...
Aiming to the stalactites he shot one down, scaring the raider near it. More shots went to the ceiling, come on. A few more slammed to the ground. Raiders began growing panicked.That was good news to Richie. Less likely to be tort- Wait. Crumbling. Something was crumbling above them. The ceiling began collapsing. Raiders ran out screaming, as Richie rushed for the door. He was trapped. The rocks were blocking his path, and slowly more began filling into the cave. Only way to go was... Down. Deeper in the cave was only other trapped slaves who we're fast enough to run away from their work.
There was only one thing they could do. Grabbing their picks, they worked away at the door for hours. So much time in this camp made their work easier than most people would've thought. Richie was free of the dark hole, with their help. The Raiders had fled their camp. No need to have a "loose" armed slave running around. If he outsmarted Raiders, they knew he was gonna get them back. But that was all in their heads, and much less Richie's. He had something else in mind. As the slaves celebrated their freedom, he went into the camp's dormitory. He dug through looking for his radio. He flipped it to the first song he found, and dug into the spare supplies, such as paint and armor. Richie smeared a small rainbow onto his chest and decorated his face similar to the Jester in his stories. A big blue smirk, and yellow star, and a big purple slash mark. He cut a rubber ball and tied it onto his nose with thin fabric.
He walked out looking like some misfit raider. Hopefully he'd look raider enough to be left alone. But no need to fear, he loaded up on some extra rounds in his scrounging into the dormitory. Time to head out. The time spent out walking the land had taught him to always be positive. His Father was a topic he swore to avoid. Never again. No. Never mention him again. He was gone. Raiders ignored him enough to leave their territory with only a "Freak" being muttered here and there. The trip overall taken a year of careful maneuvering among hostiles. Richie fled to what was an abandoned library. He called it home now. Looking over some old books he furthered his knowledge in tech, and put it to use. He began recording travels in between trading posts, for travel records. This information would help him decide how people can properly supply themselves for travel. He now hopes for being known for his aid in the new world, and not for some kid who managed to escape raiders.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Walking into the abandoned building, bookcases covered in dust and ash reach almost to the ceiling. There stands in the center of the building is a young man, a small scent of meat stays in the room. He waves hello, ushering you to an old wheelie chair. "Howdy." his voice is scratchy. You look at him curious. "My name is Stiches! I'm a travel scribe!" Whatever that is, he seems happy to see you, and that's a first in a place like this. "I usually just sit here patiently waiting for someone like you to come along! Where are you heading to?" Of course you bring up heading towards the Stranded's locations, scattered around.
He turns very serious, yet his face paint still forms a smirk. "Well there are a few north of this building, they're scattered everywhere honestly... Look, I can tell you where some other locations are. Like maybe your path is going into Raider territory far west, or Eastern into the Empire's lands." Obviously this guy knows a little about what he is talking about. "Maybe you'd like me to tag along? I can be pretty useful when dealing with... Unkind company." He face turns back to a grin. "Either way, I can help out." He holds up a book, the cover is worn but fresh ink is on the pages. "I am writing a survival guide against raiders of the sort! Care to help?" He looks at you with eyes full of hope.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a melee weapon of the sort. He is lightly dressed for someone living in nuclear fallout.
So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right? Ha ha... God I hope this is acceptable.
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.
Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.
Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.
Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.
In Character (IC)
Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 24
How does your character act? Difficult to really get along with, he is usually shown to be more interested in Scribes and technology, compared to other people you would find. He does not like to dwell on a serious situation. Usually tries losing himself in stories.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his scribes friendship material.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie constantly looks for whatever joy he can find. He is very interested
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.
Does your character have any weaknesses? He cannot dwell on bad situations, his time in the slaves camps have shown him that the world is too serious for him to be really "there".
Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father's death, and Raider camps. The trauma made him become a recluse for his adult life.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
Growing up in an old abandoned bomb shelter on a day to day basis was two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world, they made a child. The date finally came, September 25th, 2221. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace everyone was okay. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. She hemorrhaged. Blood would not stop. The Mother bled to death, leaving the Father all alone. Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man, however. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery meat", his father scrounged.
His father had always said; "If I never gotten those books, you'd see the big picture." Richie never understood what he meant. He's never even seen a picture out of his story book. But when he was finally old enough, Richie was allowed to go with his father to help with food scrounging, they ran out the day before. The lands were considered very deadly at the time, too many raiders were around their home on the eastern seaboard. It was almost impossible to be out in the open without one bullet flying past your head. 16 and ready to face to world, Richie was ecstatic the very first time out of his shelter! Then he saw the big picture. Fallout all around him. He never knew the world was destroyed so many years ago. Now his father shown him the truth.
They had gone to a nearby Home, Raiders already traveled past there disposing of the inhabitants outback. In the middle of scrounging by the building some yelling was heard outside. They were seen. Because not long after, an ax slammed in the door. A Raider was laughing as he poked his head through the hole- only to be cut short by a bullet to the brain. Richie's father told his son to get under the bed, and shut up. Awfully blunt in times of terror. Richie obeyed his father, grabbing the combat knife his father lent him. Raiders tore the door down and began attacking his father, two were badly wounded but the third managed to knock Father to the ground. In desperate times... Richie grabbed the raiders leg and plunged a blade deep within, to which a pained scream and a twist of a blade, caused the raider to collapse out of agony. Richie grabbed a chair, slamming it on the back of the raider's neck. One down, two getting up.
Richie thought quickly, looking for something. Grabbing the chair, he threatened the men with it. A tad useless. They grabbed the chair and dragged him outside, one pinning him to the ground, the other going back inside with a hand gun. Two shots fired. Richie knew one was for his father, and the other for the wounded raider. Richie's blood went cold, hearing the now stained floor, be covered in his father's brain matter. Tear streaked down his face. He was alone. Oh wait, the Raider sitting on his back was still there. Laughing. Wonderful. They grabbed some of the left over gear, no use to waste it. They proceeded to drag Richie to a camp. He was going to become a slave for them.
Richie was worked heavily in the mine, constantly lugging the stones back, either for weaponry, or building material. He made sure he would get revenge. One day he grabbed a Jagged stone from the pile. While other slaves picked away at the pile for some hidden gems, Richie was slowly creeping behind the guard. One chance, or he would end up tonight's Dinner. Slam. Clean. Simple. Quick. Blood pooled quietly from the raider's ear. A heavy blow from behind, in the neck. He was dead for sure. Now digging through his supplies, he took some of the tire armor. It had been 4 years of forced labor. Time to cash the pay check. Payment in Blood. Grabbing the key ring, he opened the gate. No more running from problems, someone needed to end them.
Within 24 hours, half the raider camp was in panic. Some raiders got the other slaves locked away, but Richie was still at large. He assaulted a armed guard, and stole his 9 mm. Three shots later, and you can guess Raiders would be fixing to end it. Richie now hid in the cave. Not much he could do but wait. Raiders crept into the cave, many armed with metal bats and small firearms. They we're not even going to kill Richie by the looks of it. They were making him into a game almost. Winner gets to torture him to death in the cave. But this is not how it's going down. If Richie took a shot, he'd have to be quick. But if he used stealth...
Aiming to the stalactites he shot one down, scaring the raider near it. More shots went to the ceiling, come on. A few more slammed to the ground. Raiders began growing panicked.That was good news to Richie. Less likely to be tort- Wait. Crumbling. Something was crumbling above them. The ceiling began collapsing. Raiders ran out screaming, as Richie rushed for the door. He was trapped. The rocks were blocking his path, and slowly more began filling into the cave. Only way to go was... Down. Deeper in the cave was only other trapped slaves who we're fast enough to run away from their work.
There was only one thing they could do. Grabbing their picks, they worked away at the door for hours. So much time in this camp made their work easier than most people would've thought. Richie was free of the dark hole, with their help. The Raiders had fled their camp. No need to have a "loose" armed slave running around. If he outsmarted Raiders, they knew he was gonna get them back. But that was all in their heads, and much less Richie's. He had something else in mind. As the slaves celebrated their freedom, he went into the camp's dormitory. He dug through looking for his radio. He flipped it to the first song he found, and dug into the spare supplies, such as paint and armor. Richie smeared a small rainbow onto his chest and decorated his face similar to the Jester in his stories. A big blue smirk, and yellow star, and a big purple slash mark. He cut a rubber ball and tied it onto his nose with thin fabric.
He walked out looking like some misfit raider. Hopefully he'd look raider enough to be left alone. But no need to fear, he loaded up on some extra rounds in his scrounging into the dormitory. Time to head out. The time spent out walking the land had taught him to always be positive. His Father was a topic he swore to avoid. Never again. No. Never mention him again. He was gone. Raiders ignored him enough to leave their territory with only a "Freak" being muttered here and there. The trip overall taken a year of careful maneuvering among hostiles. Richie fled to what was an abandoned library. He called it home now. Looking over some old books he furthered his knowledge in tech, and put it to use. He began recording travels in between trading posts, for travel records. This information would help him decide how people can properly supply themselves for travel. He now hopes for being known for his aid in the new world, and not for some kid who managed to escape raiders.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Walking into the abandoned building, bookcases covered in dust and ash reach almost to the ceiling. There stands in the center of the building is a young man, a small scent of meat stays in the room. He waves hello, ushering you to an old wheelie chair. "Howdy." his voice is scratchy. You look at him curious. "My name is Stiches! I'm a travel scribe!" Whatever that is, he seems happy to see you, and that's a first in a place like this. "I usually just sit here patiently waiting for someone like you to come along! Where are you heading to?" Of course you bring up heading towards the Stranded's locations, scattered around.
He turns very serious, yet his face paint still forms a smirk. "Well there are a few north of this building, they're scattered everywhere honestly... Look, I can tell you where some other locations are. Like maybe your path is going into Raider territory far west, or Eastern into the Empire's lands." Obviously this guy knows a little about what he is talking about. "Maybe you'd like me to tag along? I can be pretty useful when dealing with... Unkind company." He face turns back to a grin. "Either way, I can help out." He holds up a book, the cover is worn but fresh ink is on the pages. "I am writing a survival guide against raiders of the sort! Care to help?" He looks at you with eyes full of hope.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a melee weapon of the sort. He is lightly dressed for someone living in nuclear fallout.
So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right? Ha ha... God I hope this is acceptable.
i apllogise to any on trying to join this after noon but the power company had to change the meter today. and i had forgotteni will be changing the tutorial for shopkeepers- To create a player shopkeeper, you will need a villager spawn egg. First, you can right-click in air (not on a block) to cycle through the different shopkeeper types (normal, book, buying, and trading). Then, right click on a chest to select it, then right click on another block to place the shopkeeper at that location.
to get a spawn egg for shops- you can find shopkeeper eggs at Sidney's ground keeper's shops located just outside the sirstanford
you are welcome to build a shop along the wide part of the main street so long as you don't block the path and keep it simple.
Also- Beta will be continuing until we complete any remaining map side projects including addons, or any bugs we may have from 1.5. (this is some thing we must get dun before uploading to the hoster for we cannot edit the map once it is online.)
be in mind that any thing you do in beta willstill be in the server. but i will move every one back to start (unless you request otherwise) because of plugin and tutorial updates. but don't worry you will still keep all the stoff in your inventory. however you must complete the tutorial before using /home.
RPG Launcher -you can't craft the ammo tho but you may find it in lute or a few shops- over powerd
Machine Gun -
rifle- unknown crafting but will be for sell in shops and in lute
Bullet a must have for the two above
Whip- well yea
will be added too the tutorials
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nuke- must have uranium 238 -shhhhhh -secret be in mind you will be dead in rp if this kill's you - only one way too craft have luck finding this out- vary rare lute
Back on the old server I remember falling off a mountain and dying and today while I was exploring and found my stuff on the ground XD. I guess the chunk has remained unloaded.
RPG Launcher -you can't craft the ammo tho but you may find it in lute or a few shops- over powerd
Machine Gun -
rifle- unknown crafting but will be for sell in shops and in lute
Bullet a must have for the two above
Whip- well yea
will be added too the tutorials
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nuke- must have uranium 238 -shhhhhh -secret be in mind you will be dead in rp if this kill's you - only one way too craft have luck finding this out- vary rare lute
How will these work? I thought plugins couldn't add new items since they only affect the host computer.
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R.I.P Politics, Philosophy, News, and Science section. 11/8/14
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) KingOfAwesome00 Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) Sydney, Australia +11 (or 10 cant remember) Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) I was an admin on an RP server but after being absent because of reasons i will mention later in my bio i was made a moderator. Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I am applying because (besides the server looking 'Neat') I am Australian myself and kind of wanted a map that might have a little taste of home in it. Hopefully it'll be exciting Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) I believe I have been banned a couple of times but usually just for spamming random servers. Do you agree with the rules? Of course I do! Why would I post an App otherwise. Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) No, definitely not. Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? I have already downloaded it
In Character (IC) Name: Zeus Wildmist Faction (Optional): I think I might choose in-game if that's alright How old is your character: 25 How does your character act? He has a very neutral personality and doesn't really care what people think about him, although he doesn't just ignore everyone. He cares about people he knows well and always sticks around for a friend. He isn't the kind of person that runs away at the sight of trouble but he doesn't thoughtlessly throw himself into situations without thinking it through. Does your character have any family or close friends? He has a sister and he has a few very close friends Is your character educated (Read and write)? He can read and write to a certain extent. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He is quite able with ranged weapons Does your character have any weaknesses? Not so well with obstacle course-typed puzzles Does your character hate or fear anything? Goddamn Forelance Sentries (Spiders) Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Zeus' life was very average compared to the children population of Australia at that time until he turned about 16 when, while hunting with his father he heard a scream from deep within the forest. He recognised it immediately as his mothers.
His first thought was that some raiders had gotten to his mother or that she had been attacked by a wild animal while she was foraging but he was far from right. His brother Roman had pulled out a knife made of Cow bone and had tried to attack his own Mother.
When they got to where they were Roman was about to attack mother once more when Zeus tackled him to the ground punching him repeatedly in the face. Eventually blood pooled from Roman's nose and mouth and Zeus stopped punching. He was still conscious but only just. They both got up and Zeus told Roman to go out into the wilderness and to never come back. He said that Roman was no longer a brother to him.
While all this had been happening Zeus was too engulfed in fighting Roman to realise that his mother had already died from bleeding out and that his father had taken the knife that Roman had been holding and stabbed himself repeatedly until he died. Back in the house there was little said between Zeus and Jennifer (His sister). Eventually they had a small burial for their parents and went their separate ways.
From then Zeus travelled to Sydney and has lived there since looking for something that has always been on his mind since that very day that his parents died.
When Zeus' parents died they left everything they owned to him. This angered his Sister and after 2 months she broke into his safe and stole only one thing. That was their mothers necklace that she was wearing when she died. Jennifer had left a note saying that she had left for Sydney to live and raise a family of her own with her boyfriend.
After pursuing his sister for two weeks he found Jennifer's boyfriend's corpse. He had been stabbed repeatedly with Jennifer's hunting knife which had been left in the body. He spent nearly 9 years tracking her down trying to find the necklace that she stole. The last clue he found of her was 3 weeks ago. It was her bracelet. Zeus found it in a drain in a motel room. This was a bad sign because she never forgot her bracelet.
He had no signs of where she may be since then.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
A raider is trying to raid the house that Zeus is staying in but Zeus refuses to leave. Raider: I swear if you don't get out now then I'm going to have to smash your head in right here. Zeus: I guess that's what's going to happen then Raider: really man, I don't wanna do this. I just have to get food for my family. Zeus: you're not a raider! You're just a lost soul looking for a way to survive! You're no different than me. Raider: Are you saying I'm not hardcore? Zeus: certainly not. I'm just sayin' that you don't belong in a group of psychopaths. Raider: I guess you're right... I'm no killer. *drops sword* Zeus: that's right... Hey, you want to take this stuff anyway, I don't need any of this junk. Raider: Really? That would help a lot! Zeus: Sure go ahead! The name's Zeus by the way. Raider: thanks man! Im Johnny. Hey, do you know what I should do now that I'm not with the raiders anymore? Zeus: You seem like a pretty cool dude, You wanna wander with me. I scavenge and sell to earn a livin' Johnny: sounds good.
2nd Paragraph. In a building scavenging talking with walkie-talkies
Johnny: Hey man, where are you?
Zeus: I think i'm just around the corner.
Johnny: What corner, this place is like a bloody maze!
Zeus: hang on a second, I'll flash my torch, see if you can spot it.
*flashes torch*
Johnny: okay I see you. So what've you got?
Zeus: I found a Telly-Vision, a box of matches, a bottle of whiskey and some .22 ammo.What'd you get?
Johnny: all I found was this crappy old key to the basement.
Zeus: Crappy? what are you talking about? the basement is like the glory hole!
Johnny: sorry, I didn't know.
Zeus: it's just a nooby mistake.
Johnny: Nooby...?
Zeus: it's some really old word. I saw it on a piece of paper saying "Umad Bro? U such a N00B"
Johnny: that's just weird...
Zeus I know right?
Johnny: No I mean that... The thing in front of us...
Zeus: it's the basement door... what's wierd about it?
Johnny: it's already open...
Zeus: oh god....
Johnny Did you hear something?
Zeus: like wha-
*Johnny gets hit with a crossbow bolt*
Zeus: Johnny!! No!
Johnny: Zeus... get back to my family in Sydney... tell them... the platypus... is swimming... in.... the river.....
Zeus: I will do buddy, Just stay with them and you can tell them yourself.
Johnny: Zeus... just... leave...
Zeus: ...
Johnny: go...
Zeus There's no way in hell that I'm leaving you here alone!
*Picks up Johnny and puts him on his shoulder running out of the building and laying Johnny to rest on the street where he eventually died*
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: I'm not 100% sure but He will be blonde and have blue eyes. Relatively Average build, will look like a scavenger. (no pic, sorry)
Let's do this!
Out of Character (OOC)
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) Vorgud
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) EST (GMT -5)
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) I have been on various roleplaying servers, yes.
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I have recently been playing fallout and minecraft, so I said "why not a Fallout RP server on Minecraft!"
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) Once on a private server because the admin was a d-bag.
Do you agree with the rules? Why is this here, what am I gonna put, a No? Of course I do.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) Another of this derp questions. No, I won't destroy admin created structures.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes.
In Character (IC)
Name: Trinket Junos
Faction (Optional): It's optional, and I have no idea, so I'm just gonna leave this one blank.
How old is your character: 23
How does your character act? Trinket is a loner, due to his family's demise which scarred him for all of his life since. He doesn't want friends because he doesn't want his soul to be shattered anymore than it already has. He is quiet, but doesn't think about the situation hard enough.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Nope, never had friends, and his family is all dead. Raiders.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Trinket can read, but not write.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Trinket can survive well in the wastes, and can work himself around ranged weapons, but is extremely proficient with melee weapons.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Trinket is afraid of the night, which affects his movement in the night, and because he is quiet, he won't be heard most of the time.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Trinket is fears the night and mutants.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic) Trinket doesn't remember his childhood. His first memory is of his parents being killed in front of him by raiders during a raid. Trinket was taken by the raiders as a slave back to their camp. However, little Trinket could barely talk is complete sentences, so the Raiders just let him wander about the camp. But little Trinket read most of the time before he was assigned work.
But how did Trinket become known as Trinket? Well, since his first memory was of his parents getting shanked with a combat knife, he didn't know his name. His name was given to him when the raiders Trinket worked with discovered he had a knack for building little trinkets, so they named him Trinket. Speaking of working, Trinket was given his first maintenance duty a few years after he was "Captured". The raiders figured he was about 10 or 11. So he worked for a few years, because he didn't really have a choice (He was to uneducated to survive in the wastes).
At about 14, our fair Trinket was placed in a raider squad, and raided a small settlement a few miles from the outpost. Here, on the outskirts of town, some of the raiders staged a coup on the raid leader and succeeded. The raiders who staged the coup turned on the people who didn't help them, Trinket and a few other raiders, and offered them the choice of living, for joining the coup, or death in refusal. Trinket recognised one of the coup leaders as the raider who killed his parents, and shot him because ol' Trinket does keep a grudge. In the few moments that followed, Trinket shot 2 other coup members in the body. The other coup members fled, and the two coup members that were shot died shortly after getting shot. Scared of what he did, he ran, to where, he didn't know. He just wanted to get away.
2 years passed since the whole revenge incident. Trinket was just a sole wanderer of the wastes, poaching some livestock and cooking it to survive, trying to escape what he had done. One night, when Trinket was finishing his meal of Irradiated Steak, two mutants came blundering out of the bushes and long story short, Trinket fought back and nearly got blown up by a suicide bot. That incident really did a number on him, psychologically, of course.
At 18 years, Trinket finally settled down in a shack along the side of a pre-war road. He quickly turned it into a rest stop for weary travelers. He purchased some cows and pigs from overburdened travelers and traders, and raised corn and wheat as well. Trinket's prices were always fair and blah blah, boring crap about him being happy for once in his life. Stories like these are built off of DESPAIR and REVENGE. Let's fast forward a little bit. Hmm.... How about.... Now.
5 years later, when Trinket was 23 (or so, remember, no calendars to keep track of time and ages and events and crap), his rest stop got burned down by some traders who thought it was okay to light their cigarettes next to some thatch. After beating them senseless and stealing their goods, he moved to a more safe spot, where he would just have to deal with himself. So he moved to a military base, and eventually explored the empty base, besides from the derelicts of Androids, besides from broken weaponry (I mean, it was left behind.) he picked up some clothing, like berets and and trenchcoats. So he put that stuff on, along with some broken riot armor which seemed to clutch onto a strange insignia.
Later that month (about.) Trinket decided that it was once again time to explore the wastes of the land. Unaligned, psychologically scarred, and unprepared for the wastes before him, Trinket will have to brave the wastes. His history is still being written.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): *Scene*
A slight hill protects the raiders from the line of sight of the town's watchers. The lead raider briefs the rest of the raiding party.
*Commence*
"Okay guys, you know why I'm in charge of this--"
"No we don't!" Interjected a raider in the back of the group.
"I'm in charge of this because I am more educated than you! I can read AND write!" Replied the lead raider.
"You can't read anymore than I can, and I can only read the assignment board!" Said a buff-looking raider. The crowd laughed.
"And you write like a child!" Yelled another raider. The crowd was dying of laughter now.
Trinket looked left. He saw the buff raider brandish a gun. While the lead raider was trying to settle down the crowd, Trinket said, "What are you doing?!"
The buff raider smirked, and answered Trinket's question by shooting the lead raider in the head. Chaos then stepped in. After a few minutes of bang-bang pew-pew action, the coup members gathered in a line and faced the crowd. The Coup Leader then said, "Join us and you will live, and if you don't..." He pointed to one of the dead raiders.
"I don't--" One of the raiders started, but then was shot in the face. He fell to the ground screaming. The buff raider kicked him, killing the dying raider.
"No fancy , just a yes, or a no." said the coup leader.
Then something in Trinket's head snapped. Trinket recognized the guy who shanked his family as the coup leader, and he wanted to avenge his parents. He stole a handgun from one of the raiders, knocked the pickpocket victim down, and shot the coup leader dude in the head amidst the confusion. The other coup members started to run, and during their retreat, Trinket shot two others in the body, and they collapsed to the ground.
After Trinket's adrenaline wore off, Trinket dropped his gun, and ran , scared of what he has done, running into the night.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Trinket is a caucasian man with brown hair and green eyes. he wears a brown trenchcoat over broken armor bearing a strange insignia and black military trousers. He wears Brown boots and a red beret. http://img850.images...86/35663740.png
I slept with a cow.
So we should be getting quite a few more players soon from ours friends server, that means more people to RP with! Instead of the 4 that are usually on.
Sorry, the text surprised me when it shrunk, I didn't do that intentionally.
i am vary confused it end's sudden . and only covers his childhood i have no idea who he is and what he wants to be and from what I've read this app seams vary open ended yes its in a post appocolips air but doesn't tie to our lore. denide
detail like his reaction to his fathers death and what happens to him after the raiders fined him and where hes been in his travails and what he wants to do like take revenge , join the dusters ...or dose he get lock up by the raiders and corrupts and joins them as his new family or dose he go on to become a scribe writing books a bout mercants story when the come thue town for a town that took him in when he exscapes the raders
you were denide
either re-app or don't
if your just going to wast our time ill make it easy for you and add you to the ban list.
also i applogise i have mistaken you for someone else
also please post complaints Here .
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Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.
Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.
Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.
Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.
In Character (IC)
Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 24
How does your character act? Difficult to really get along with, he is usually shown to be more interested in Scribes and technology, compared to other people you would find. He does not like to dwell on a serious situation. Usually tries losing himself in stories.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his scribes friendship material.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie constantly looks for whatever joy he can find. He is very interested
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.
Does your character have any weaknesses? He cannot dwell on bad situations, his time in the slaves camps have shown him that the world is too serious for him to be really "there".
Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father's death, and Raider camps. The trauma made him become a recluse for his adult life.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
Growing up in an old abandoned bomb shelter on a day to day basis was two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world, they made a child. The date finally came, September 25th, 2221. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace everyone was okay. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. She hemorrhaged. Blood would not stop. The Mother bled to death, leaving the Father all alone. Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man, however. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery meat", his father scrounged.
His father had always said; "If I never gotten those books, you'd see the big picture." Richie never understood what he meant. He's never even seen a picture out of his story book. But when he was finally old enough, Richie was allowed to go with his father to help with food scrounging, they ran out the day before. The lands were considered very deadly at the time, too many raiders were around their home on the eastern seaboard. It was almost impossible to be out in the open without one bullet flying past your head. 16 and ready to face to world, Richie was ecstatic the very first time out of his shelter! Then he saw the big picture. Fallout all around him. He never knew the world was destroyed so many years ago. Now his father shown him the truth.
They had gone to a nearby Home, Raiders already traveled past there disposing of the inhabitants outback. In the middle of scrounging by the building some yelling was heard outside. They were seen. Because not long after, an ax slammed in the door. A Raider was laughing as he poked his head through the hole- only to be cut short by a bullet to the brain. Richie's father told his son to get under the bed, and shut up. Awfully blunt in times of terror. Richie obeyed his father, grabbing the combat knife his father lent him. Raiders tore the door down and began attacking his father, two were badly wounded but the third managed to knock Father to the ground. In desperate times... Richie grabbed the raiders leg and plunged a blade deep within, to which a pained scream and a twist of a blade, caused the raider to collapse out of agony. Richie grabbed a chair, slamming it on the back of the raider's neck. One down, two getting up.
Richie thought quickly, looking for something. Grabbing the chair, he threatened the men with it. A tad useless. They grabbed the chair and dragged him outside, one pinning him to the ground, the other going back inside with a hand gun. Two shots fired. Richie knew one was for his father, and the other for the wounded raider. Richie's blood went cold, hearing the now stained floor, be covered in his father's brain matter. Tear streaked down his face. He was alone. Oh wait, the Raider sitting on his back was still there. Laughing. Wonderful. They grabbed some of the left over gear, no use to waste it. They proceeded to drag Richie to a camp. He was going to become a slave for them.
Richie was worked heavily in the mine, constantly lugging the stones back, either for weaponry, or building material. He made sure he would get revenge. One day he grabbed a Jagged stone from the pile. While other slaves picked away at the pile for some hidden gems, Richie was slowly creeping behind the guard. One chance, or he would end up tonight's Dinner. Slam. Clean. Simple. Quick. Blood pooled quietly from the raider's ear. A heavy blow from behind, in the neck. He was dead for sure. Now digging through his supplies, he took some of the tire armor. It had been 4 years of forced labor. Time to cash the pay check. Payment in Blood. Grabbing the key ring, he opened the gate. No more running from problems, someone needed to end them.
Within 24 hours, half the raider camp was in panic. Some raiders got the other slaves locked away, but Richie was still at large. He assaulted a armed guard, and stole his 9 mm. Three shots later, and you can guess Raiders would be fixing to end it. Richie now hid in the cave. Not much he could do but wait. Raiders crept into the cave, many armed with metal bats and small firearms. They we're not even going to kill Richie by the looks of it. They were making him into a game almost. Winner gets to torture him to death in the cave. But this is not how it's going down. If Richie took a shot, he'd have to be quick. But if he used stealth...
Aiming to the stalactites he shot one down, scaring the raider near it. More shots went to the ceiling, come on. A few more slammed to the ground. Raiders began growing panicked.That was good news to Richie. Less likely to be tort- Wait. Crumbling. Something was crumbling above them. The ceiling began collapsing. Raiders ran out screaming, as Richie rushed for the door. He was trapped. The rocks were blocking his path, and slowly more began filling into the cave. Only way to go was... Down. Deeper in the cave was only other trapped slaves who we're fast enough to run away from their work.
There was only one thing they could do. Grabbing their picks, they worked away at the door for hours. So much time in this camp made their work easier than most people would've thought. Richie was free of the dark hole, with their help. The Raiders had fled their camp. No need to have a "loose" armed slave running around. If he outsmarted Raiders, they knew he was gonna get them back. But that was all in their heads, and much less Richie's. He had something else in mind. As the slaves celebrated their freedom, he went into the camp's dormitory. He dug through looking for his radio. He flipped it to the first song he found, and dug into the spare supplies, such as paint and armor. Richie smeared a small rainbow onto his chest and decorated his face similar to the Jester in his stories. A big blue smirk, and yellow star, and a big purple slash mark. He cut a rubber ball and tied it onto his nose with thin fabric.
He walked out looking like some misfit raider. Hopefully he'd look raider enough to be left alone. But no need to fear, he loaded up on some extra rounds in his scrounging into the dormitory. Time to head out. The time spent out walking the land had taught him to always be positive. His Father was a topic he swore to avoid. Never again. No. Never mention him again. He was gone. Raiders ignored him enough to leave their territory with only a "Freak" being muttered here and there. The trip overall taken a year of careful maneuvering among hostiles. Richie fled to what was an abandoned library. He called it home now. Looking over some old books he furthered his knowledge in tech, and put it to use. He began recording travels in between trading posts, for travel records. This information would help him decide how people can properly supply themselves for travel. He now hopes for being known for his aid in the new world, and not for some kid who managed to escape raiders.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Walking into the abandoned building, bookcases covered in dust and ash reach almost to the ceiling. There stands in the center of the building is a young man, a small scent of meat stays in the room. He waves hello, ushering you to an old wheelie chair. "Howdy." his voice is scratchy. You look at him curious. "My name is Stiches! I'm a travel scribe!" Whatever that is, he seems happy to see you, and that's a first in a place like this. "I usually just sit here patiently waiting for someone like you to come along! Where are you heading to?" Of course you bring up heading towards the Stranded's locations, scattered around.
He turns very serious, yet his face paint still forms a smirk. "Well there are a few north of this building, they're scattered everywhere honestly... Look, I can tell you where some other locations are. Like maybe your path is going into Raider territory far west, or Eastern into the Empire's lands." Obviously this guy knows a little about what he is talking about. "Maybe you'd like me to tag along? I can be pretty useful when dealing with... Unkind company." He face turns back to a grin. "Either way, I can help out." He holds up a book, the cover is worn but fresh ink is on the pages. "I am writing a survival guide against raiders of the sort! Care to help?" He looks at you with eyes full of hope.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a melee weapon of the sort. He is lightly dressed for someone living in nuclear fallout.
So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right? Ha ha... God I hope this is acceptable.
1.5 Texture Pack
accetid
you are welcome to build a shop along the wide part of the main street so long as you don't block the path and keep it simple.
Also- Beta will be continuing until we complete any remaining map side projects including addons, or any bugs we may have from 1.5. (this is some thing we must get dun before uploading to the hoster for we cannot edit the map once it is online.)
be in mind that any thing you do in beta will still be in the server. but i will move every one back to start (unless you request otherwise) because of plugin and tutorial updates. but don't worry you will still keep all the stoff in your inventory. however you must complete the tutorial before using /home.
Machine Gun -
rifle- unknown crafting but will be for sell in shops and in lute
Bullet a must have for the two above
Whip- well yea
will be added too the tutorials
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nuke- must have uranium 238 -shhhhhh -secret be in mind you will be dead in rp if this kill's you - only one way too craft have luck finding this out- vary rare lute
How will these work? I thought plugins couldn't add new items since they only affect the host computer.
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This requires no client.
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) KingOfAwesome00
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) Sydney, Australia +11 (or 10 cant remember)
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) I was an admin on an RP server but after being absent because of reasons i will mention later in my bio i was made a moderator.
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I am applying because (besides the server looking 'Neat') I am Australian myself and kind of wanted a map that might have a little taste of home in it. Hopefully it'll be exciting
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) I believe I have been banned a couple of times but usually just for spamming random servers.
Do you agree with the rules? Of course I do! Why would I post an App otherwise.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) No, definitely not.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? I have already downloaded it
In Character (IC)
Name: Zeus Wildmist
Faction (Optional): I think I might choose in-game if that's alright
How old is your character: 25
How does your character act? He has a very neutral personality and doesn't really care what people think about him, although he doesn't just ignore everyone. He cares about people he knows well and always sticks around for a friend. He isn't the kind of person that runs away at the sight of trouble but he doesn't thoughtlessly throw himself into situations without thinking it through.
Does your character have any family or close friends? He has a sister and he has a few very close friends
Is your character educated (Read and write)? He can read and write to a certain extent.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? He is quite able with ranged weapons
Does your character have any weaknesses? Not so well with obstacle course-typed puzzles
Does your character hate or fear anything? Goddamn Forelance Sentries (Spiders)
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
Zeus' life was very average compared to the children population of Australia at that time until he turned about 16 when, while hunting with his father he heard a scream from deep within the forest. He recognised it immediately as his mothers.
His first thought was that some raiders had gotten to his mother or that she had been attacked by a wild animal while she was foraging but he was far from right. His brother Roman had pulled out a knife made of Cow bone and had tried to attack his own Mother.
When they got to where they were Roman was about to attack mother once more when Zeus tackled him to the ground punching him repeatedly in the face. Eventually blood pooled from Roman's nose and mouth and Zeus stopped punching. He was still conscious but only just. They both got up and Zeus told Roman to go out into the wilderness and to never come back. He said that Roman was no longer a brother to him.
While all this had been happening Zeus was too engulfed in fighting Roman to realise that his mother had already died from bleeding out and that his father had taken the knife that Roman had been holding and stabbed himself repeatedly until he died.
Back in the house there was little said between Zeus and Jennifer (His sister). Eventually they had a small burial for their parents and went their separate ways.
From then Zeus travelled to Sydney and has lived there since looking for something that has always been on his mind since that very day that his parents died.
When Zeus' parents died they left everything they owned to him. This angered his Sister and after 2 months she broke into his safe and stole only one thing. That was their mothers necklace that she was wearing when she died. Jennifer had left a note saying that she had left for Sydney to live and raise a family of her own with her boyfriend.
After pursuing his sister for two weeks he found Jennifer's boyfriend's corpse. He had been stabbed repeatedly with Jennifer's hunting knife which had been left in the body. He spent nearly 9 years tracking her down trying to find the necklace that she stole. The last clue he found of her was 3 weeks ago. It was her bracelet. Zeus found it in a drain in a motel room. This was a bad sign because she never forgot her bracelet.
He had no signs of where she may be since then.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
A raider is trying to raid the house that Zeus is staying in but Zeus refuses to leave.
Raider: I swear if you don't get out now then I'm going to have to smash your head in right here.
Zeus: I guess that's what's going to happen then
Raider: really man, I don't wanna do this. I just have to get food for my family.
Zeus: you're not a raider! You're just a lost soul looking for a way to survive! You're no different than me.
Raider: Are you saying I'm not hardcore?
Zeus: certainly not. I'm just sayin' that you don't belong in a group of psychopaths.
Raider: I guess you're right... I'm no killer. *drops sword*
Zeus: that's right... Hey, you want to take this stuff anyway, I don't need any of this junk.
Raider: Really? That would help a lot!
Zeus: Sure go ahead! The name's Zeus by the way.
Raider: thanks man! Im Johnny. Hey, do you know what I should do now that I'm not with the raiders anymore?
Zeus: You seem like a pretty cool dude, You wanna wander with me. I scavenge and sell to earn a livin'
Johnny: sounds good.
2nd Paragraph. In a building scavenging talking with walkie-talkies
Johnny: Hey man, where are you?
Zeus: I think i'm just around the corner.
Johnny: What corner, this place is like a bloody maze!
Zeus: hang on a second, I'll flash my torch, see if you can spot it.
*flashes torch*
Johnny: okay I see you. So what've you got?
Zeus: I found a Telly-Vision, a box of matches, a bottle of whiskey and some .22 ammo.What'd you get?
Johnny: all I found was this crappy old key to the basement.
Zeus: Crappy? what are you talking about? the basement is like the glory hole!
Johnny: sorry, I didn't know.
Zeus: it's just a nooby mistake.
Johnny: Nooby...?
Zeus: it's some really old word. I saw it on a piece of paper saying "Umad Bro? U such a N00B"
Johnny: that's just weird...
Zeus I know right?
Johnny: No I mean that... The thing in front of us...
Zeus: it's the basement door... what's wierd about it?
Johnny: it's already open...
Zeus: oh god....
Johnny Did you hear something?
Zeus: like wha-
*Johnny gets hit with a crossbow bolt*
Zeus: Johnny!! No!
Johnny: Zeus... get back to my family in Sydney... tell them... the platypus... is swimming... in.... the river.....
Zeus: I will do buddy, Just stay with them and you can tell them yourself.
Johnny: Zeus... just... leave...
Zeus: ...
Johnny: go...
Zeus There's no way in hell that I'm leaving you here alone!
*Picks up Johnny and puts him on his shoulder running out of the building and laying Johnny to rest on the street where he eventually died*
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: I'm not 100% sure but He will be blonde and have blue eyes. Relatively Average build, will look like a scavenger. (no pic, sorry)
I slept with a cow
Out of Character (OOC)
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing) Vorgud
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is) EST (GMT -5)
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all) I have been on various roleplaying servers, yes.
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat) I have recently been playing fallout and minecraft, so I said "why not a Fallout RP server on Minecraft!"
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments) Once on a private server because the admin was a d-bag.
Do you agree with the rules? Why is this here, what am I gonna put, a No? Of course I do.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances) Another of this derp questions. No, I won't destroy admin created structures.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? Yes.
In Character (IC)
Name: Trinket Junos
Faction (Optional): It's optional, and I have no idea, so I'm just gonna leave this one blank.
How old is your character: 23
How does your character act? Trinket is a loner, due to his family's demise which scarred him for all of his life since. He doesn't want friends because he doesn't want his soul to be shattered anymore than it already has. He is quiet, but doesn't think about the situation hard enough.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Nope, never had friends, and his family is all dead. Raiders.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Trinket can read, but not write.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Trinket can survive well in the wastes, and can work himself around ranged weapons, but is extremely proficient with melee weapons.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Trinket is afraid of the night, which affects his movement in the night, and because he is quiet, he won't be heard most of the time.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Trinket is fears the night and mutants.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic) Trinket doesn't remember his childhood. His first memory is of his parents being killed in front of him by raiders during a raid. Trinket was taken by the raiders as a slave back to their camp. However, little Trinket could barely talk is complete sentences, so the Raiders just let him wander about the camp. But little Trinket read most of the time before he was assigned work.
But how did Trinket become known as Trinket? Well, since his first memory was of his parents getting shanked with a combat knife, he didn't know his name. His name was given to him when the raiders Trinket worked with discovered he had a knack for building little trinkets, so they named him Trinket. Speaking of working, Trinket was given his first maintenance duty a few years after he was "Captured". The raiders figured he was about 10 or 11. So he worked for a few years, because he didn't really have a choice (He was to uneducated to survive in the wastes).
At about 14, our fair Trinket was placed in a raider squad, and raided a small settlement a few miles from the outpost. Here, on the outskirts of town, some of the raiders staged a coup on the raid leader and succeeded. The raiders who staged the coup turned on the people who didn't help them, Trinket and a few other raiders, and offered them the choice of living, for joining the coup, or death in refusal. Trinket recognised one of the coup leaders as the raider who killed his parents, and shot him because ol' Trinket does keep a grudge. In the few moments that followed, Trinket shot 2 other coup members in the body. The other coup members fled, and the two coup members that were shot died shortly after getting shot. Scared of what he did, he ran, to where, he didn't know. He just wanted to get away.
2 years passed since the whole revenge incident. Trinket was just a sole wanderer of the wastes, poaching some livestock and cooking it to survive, trying to escape what he had done. One night, when Trinket was finishing his meal of Irradiated Steak, two mutants came blundering out of the bushes and long story short, Trinket fought back and nearly got blown up by a suicide bot. That incident really did a number on him, psychologically, of course.
At 18 years, Trinket finally settled down in a shack along the side of a pre-war road. He quickly turned it into a rest stop for weary travelers. He purchased some cows and pigs from overburdened travelers and traders, and raised corn and wheat as well. Trinket's prices were always fair and blah blah, boring crap about him being happy for once in his life. Stories like these are built off of DESPAIR and REVENGE. Let's fast forward a little bit. Hmm.... How about.... Now.
5 years later, when Trinket was 23 (or so, remember, no calendars to keep track of time and ages and events and crap), his rest stop got burned down by some traders who thought it was okay to light their cigarettes next to some thatch. After beating them senseless and stealing their goods, he moved to a more safe spot, where he would just have to deal with himself. So he moved to a military base, and eventually explored the empty base, besides from the derelicts of Androids, besides from broken weaponry (I mean, it was left behind.) he picked up some clothing, like berets and and trenchcoats. So he put that stuff on, along with some broken riot armor which seemed to clutch onto a strange insignia.
Later that month (about.) Trinket decided that it was once again time to explore the wastes of the land. Unaligned, psychologically scarred, and unprepared for the wastes before him, Trinket will have to brave the wastes. His history is still being written.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): *Scene*
A slight hill protects the raiders from the line of sight of the town's watchers. The lead raider briefs the rest of the raiding party.
*Commence*
"Okay guys, you know why I'm in charge of this--"
"No we don't!" Interjected a raider in the back of the group.
"I'm in charge of this because I am more educated than you! I can read AND write!" Replied the lead raider.
"You can't read anymore than I can, and I can only read the assignment board!" Said a buff-looking raider. The crowd laughed.
"And you write like a child!" Yelled another raider. The crowd was dying of laughter now.
Trinket looked left. He saw the buff raider brandish a gun. While the lead raider was trying to settle down the crowd, Trinket said, "What are you doing?!"
The buff raider smirked, and answered Trinket's question by shooting the lead raider in the head. Chaos then stepped in. After a few minutes of bang-bang pew-pew action, the coup members gathered in a line and faced the crowd. The Coup Leader then said, "Join us and you will live, and if you don't..." He pointed to one of the dead raiders.
"I don't--" One of the raiders started, but then was shot in the face. He fell to the ground screaming. The buff raider kicked him, killing the dying raider.
"No fancy , just a yes, or a no." said the coup leader.
Then something in Trinket's head snapped. Trinket recognized the guy who shanked his family as the coup leader, and he wanted to avenge his parents. He stole a handgun from one of the raiders, knocked the pickpocket victim down, and shot the coup leader dude in the head amidst the confusion. The other coup members started to run, and during their retreat, Trinket shot two others in the body, and they collapsed to the ground.
After Trinket's adrenaline wore off, Trinket dropped his gun, and ran , scared of what he has done, running into the night.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Trinket is a caucasian man with brown hair and green eyes. he wears a brown trenchcoat over broken armor bearing a strange insignia and black military trousers. He wears Brown boots and a red beret.
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I slept with a cow.
lengthen your bio please
The bio is a great length, but some of it doesn't make sense, or the grammar isn't very good. Fix the beginning and the grammar and you're good.
Grammar was never my strong point. :L
Whatever, I shall try!
Edit: Fixed. Major overhaul of the bio.
:L