Role-Play Exp.:
I have to be honest, I have been role playing longer than most minecraft players have been alive. Well not that long, but a very long time. Here are the a few of the games I have RPed on:
WoW
Everquest
D&D
SWG
COH
SWTOR (beta)
Minecraft
Much more
Why Us:
I have heard both good and bad things about this server. I decided the good things outwieght the bad and decided I would give it a try. I have role playing all over minecraft and many of the server close, I am hoping this one is one of those servers that listen to the players and patches the broken things.
Time You Can Dedicate:
Weekdays: (Depending on the Day) 5-8
Weekends:8-12
IC
Name:
Nal'reim Qyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
32
Appearance:
After spending the majority of his adult life in the Wastes he has rough look to him. With his blue eyes and black hair, but whiter skin. He stands out in the Wastes and in most towns, standing at 6'3" he is taller than some but shorter than others.
Fears:
Flames burning around him.
Personality:
Closed and cold to those who don't know him, while being a nice and caring person to those who have gotten to know him. Being a homesteader he knows how to make an honest living and has a pure dislike for Raiders and Thieves who rob people of their honest work.
Occupation:
Formerly: Homesteader (People living on the waste on land given to him by NCR)
Currently: Heading to the city to find work.
Skills: Great-Fair-Average-Poor-Terrible
Farming: Fair
Marksmenship: Fair
Repairing: Average
Tracking: Average
Salvaging: (Mining) Poor
Building: Poor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-Setting: Nal'reim has been ambushed and captured by a group of slavers on the way from his hunting trip.-
Nal'reim: "If you want food, I have food. Whatever you want, just let me go." *Struggles against the two holding him*
Slaver Leader: "I said shut the **** up." *Hits Nal'reim in the gut to get him to keep quiet*
Slaver: "No one in the house boss."
Slaver Leader: "Okay then, torch it."
Slavers: *Throw torches on the house and outbuildings*
Nal'reim: "NOOOO!!!!!!" *Attempts to fight out of the grip of the slavers, but fails*
*Screams are heard coming from the house*
Nal'reim: "My family you bastards!"
Slaver Leader: *Hits Nal'reim in the head, knocking him out.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Born in the town of One Pine to Morgan and Kindel Qyan, his father was a local Doctor while his mother worked as his nurse. Nal’reim doesn’t remember much of his childhood besides sitting in his father’s office, watching him work, playing and wrestle with the other local boys, or helping his mother in the house. At the age of eight years old, Nal’reim knew he wouldn’t follow in his father footsteps. He wanted to join the Rangers of the NCR Army. Idolizing them from the first time he had seen them when they came through One Pine one October. He told his father of his dream and he thought that was an honorable dream and that he would help him fulfill it.
When Nal’reim was around thirteen a new family moved to One Pine, a family of five. One of the five was one Kortnie Marie Tuckfield, the most beautiful girl Nal’reim had ever seen. Being shy in those days, he never talked to her. He would catch glimpses of her throughout the town and his stomach would do a front flips every time. One day in August, he got the courage and talked to her as she was walking home from the well. Once he said the first words, he found it easy to talk to her. Like talking to his mother, from that day Nal’reim knew he would marry this girl. The dream of joining the Rangers slowly slipped from his mind as he spent more and more time with Kortnie.
Close to this twentieth birthday, the couple were married. Still living with his Mother and Father, Nal’reim needed to get the freedom he needs to start his family. Talking it over Kortnie, the couple decided to take up the land the NCR was offering to family to help populate the waste. Leaving three week after their wedding, they soon found their new home and Nal’reim went to work making it livable.
Over the next twelve years Nal’reim and Kortnie made their home into something worth having, they brought a baby boy into the world, and really were enjoying life.
In his Thirtieth year, Nal’reim was out on a hunting trip looking over the waste for wild game. On his second day of the trip, he bagged a deer and started his trip back to his Homestead. Walking over a hill, he seen his home and smiled, loving the view and looking for his son, Nick. As he walked towards the house, he started to worry. Nick normally would come greet him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the deer and readying his rifle, he walked closer to the house. Upon entering the home, he was struck by the butt of another rifle, falling to the ground he tried to get his gun back up, but it was ripped from his hands and he was grabbed from behind and restrained. “Take him outside.” One of them spoke. As he was wrestled out of the building, he looked and many men had just sprout out of the ground it seemed like. They began looking through the house and the outbuildings. Struggling agasint his captors he began to plead with them to let him go, offering them everything and anything for his freedom, they refused. “Your worth more than all of this” said what Nal’reim guessed was the leader. Slavers were Nal’reim’s first thought. “No one else is here boss.” Said one of the others who had come out of the house. “Then find anything of use and torch the buildings and the house.” Said the leader, “NO!” Screamed Nal’reim who was punched in the gut to keep him quiet. As the Slavers started to leave, the through torches on and in the buildings setting each of them ablaze, Nal’reim was forced to watch his home and his family, who was hiding in the secret cellar burn alive. Struggling he was slowly forced away from the house, with tears in his eyes he began to cry.
Over the next few days, the Slavers led him west. They attacked and ambushed a few more home, taking more people captive and bound them all together. “Hard for them to escape.” Said one of the Slavers. Things were looking pretty deem for Nal’reim by this time. On the evening of his thirteen night of being captured, the sounds of gun fire were heard all around, staying down he watched as the Slavers were picked off one by one from afar. After what seemed like hours, all the Slavers were killed or wounded on the ground. Walking to check for survivors, members of the NCR Army were seen for the first time in a few years by Nal’reim.
They released the captives and offered them safe passage to Shady Sands, Nal’reim accepted along with a most of the others. Nal’reim’s life was gone, his family, his home, everything was gone. He would travel to Shady Sands and hopefully, maybe start a new life… but it would be hard as he old one still hurt and pained him more than a rabbit with its leg in a trap.
Thank you for reading, I admit the appreance section needs work, but its hard describing Minecraft skins. I also apologize for the lenght, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. -prongs12
IGN: ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
War. War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarrelling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
A few managed to reach the relative safety of underground Vaults. "You were born in the Vault; you will die in the vault." At least that’s what they told us. When atomic fire consumed the Earth, those who survived did so in great underground Vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establishing villages, forming tribes. Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was a freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on contact. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. It was dark at first, dark and blurry as a single light slowly came into focus. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of city. lost and only 16 at the time they started to wonder through the Colorado Waists hoping to meet somebody for information. after a few days they met a man by the name of Max. He had sold them supplies and maps of the best kept areas after the war. After a day of planning they started to head south towards California, they had decided, they were going to Las Vegas. When they finally got to the Mojave waists they were surprised how many people there were just wandering the strip. after spending a few days in a hotel outside the city they had decided to become caravaners, to travel across the waists selling goods and supplies to those who need it. In the Mojave wasteland people struggle everyday to survive and with the second battle of Hoover dam drawing near it seems to be making the lives of its citizens and also those of the NCR unbearable.
Is that better I spent a hour on it. :smile.gif: I am sorry for wasting your time if it is not. :sad.gif:
Sorry man you have been denied too many times already, you are now permanently banned, sorry.
Role-Play Exp.:
I have to be honest, I have been role playing longer than most minecraft players have been alive. Well not that long, but a very long time. Here are the a few of the games I have RPed on:
WoW
Everquest
D&D
SWG
COH
SWTOR (beta)
Minecraft
Much more
Why Us:
I have heard both good and bad things about this server. I decided the good things outwieght the bad and decided I would give it a try. I have role playing all over minecraft and many of the server close, I am hoping this one is one of those servers that listen to the players and patches the broken things.
Time You Can Dedicate:
Weekdays: (Depending on the Day) 5-8
Weekends:8-12
IC
Name:
Nal'reim Qyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
32
Appearance:
After spending the majority of his adult life in the Wastes he has rough look to him. With his blue eyes and black hair, but whiter skin. He stands out in the Wastes and in most towns, standing at 6'3" he is taller than some but shorter than others.
Fears:
Flames burning around him.
Personality:
Closed and cold to those who don't know him, while being a nice and caring person to those who have gotten to know him. Being a homesteader he knows how to make an honest living and has a pure dislike for Raiders and Thieves who rob people of their honest work.
Occupation:
Formerly: Homesteader (People living on the waste on land given to him by NCR)
Currently: Heading to the city to find work.
Skills: Great-Fair-Average-Poor-Terrible
Farming: Fair
Marksmenship: Fair
Repairing: Average
Tracking: Average
Salvaging: (Mining) Poor
Building: Poor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-Setting: Nal'reim has been ambushed and captured by a group of slavers on the way from his hunting trip.-
Nal'reim: "If you want food, I have food. Whatever you want, just let me go." *Struggles against the two holding him*
Slaver Leader: "I said shut the **** up." *Hits Nal'reim in the gut to get him to keep quiet*
Slaver: "No one in the house boss."
Slaver Leader: "Okay then, torch it."
Slavers: *Throw torches on the house and outbuildings*
Nal'reim: "NOOOO!!!!!!" *Attempts to fight out of the grip of the slavers, but fails*
*Screams are heard coming from the house*
Nal'reim: "My family you bastards!"
Slaver Leader: *Hits Nal'reim in the head, knocking him out.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Born in the town of One Pine to Morgan and Kindel Qyan, his father was a local Doctor while his mother worked as his nurse. Nal’reim doesn’t remember much of his childhood besides sitting in his father’s office, watching him work, playing and wrestle with the other local boys, or helping his mother in the house. At the age of eight years old, Nal’reim knew he wouldn’t follow in his father footsteps. He wanted to join the Rangers of the NCR Army. Idolizing them from the first time he had seen them when they came through One Pine one October. He told his father of his dream and he thought that was an honorable dream and that he would help him fulfill it.
When Nal’reim was around thirteen a new family moved to One Pine, a family of five. One of the five was one Kortnie Marie Tuckfield, the most beautiful girl Nal’reim had ever seen. Being shy in those days, he never talked to her. He would catch glimpses of her throughout the town and his stomach would do a front flips every time. One day in August, he got the courage and talked to her as she was walking home from the well. Once he said the first words, he found it easy to talk to her. Like talking to his mother, from that day Nal’reim knew he would marry this girl. The dream of joining the Rangers slowly slipped from his mind as he spent more and more time with Kortnie.
Close to this twentieth birthday, the couple were married. Still living with his Mother and Father, Nal’reim needed to get the freedom he needs to start his family. Talking it over Kortnie, the couple decided to take up the land the NCR was offering to family to help populate the waste. Leaving three week after their wedding, they soon found their new home and Nal’reim went to work making it livable.
Over the next twelve years Nal’reim and Kortnie made their home into something worth having, they brought a baby boy into the world, and really were enjoying life.
In his Thirtieth year, Nal’reim was out on a hunting trip looking over the waste for wild game. On his second day of the trip, he bagged a deer and started his trip back to his Homestead. Walking over a hill, he seen his home and smiled, loving the view and looking for his son, Nick. As he walked towards the house, he started to worry. Nick normally would come greet him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the deer and readying his rifle, he walked closer to the house. Upon entering the home, he was struck by the butt of another rifle, falling to the ground he tried to get his gun back up, but it was ripped from his hands and he was grabbed from behind and restrained. “Take him outside.” One of them spoke. As he was wrestled out of the building, he looked and many men had just sprout out of the ground it seemed like. They began looking through the house and the outbuildings. Struggling agasint his captors he began to plead with them to let him go, offering them everything and anything for his freedom, they refused. “Your worth more than all of this” said what Nal’reim guessed was the leader. Slavers were Nal’reim’s first thought. “No one else is here boss.” Said one of the others who had come out of the house. “Then find anything of use and torch the buildings and the house.” Said the leader, “NO!” Screamed Nal’reim who was punched in the gut to keep him quiet. As the Slavers started to leave, the through torches on and in the buildings setting each of them ablaze, Nal’reim was forced to watch his home and his family, who was hiding in the secret cellar burn alive. Struggling he was slowly forced away from the house, with tears in his eyes he began to cry.
Over the next few days, the Slavers led him west. They attacked and ambushed a few more home, taking more people captive and bound them all together. “Hard for them to escape.” Said one of the Slavers. Things were looking pretty deem for Nal’reim by this time. On the evening of his thirteen night of being captured, the sounds of gun fire were heard all around, staying down he watched as the Slavers were picked off one by one from afar. After what seemed like hours, all the Slavers were killed or wounded on the ground. Walking to check for survivors, members of the NCR Army were seen for the first time in a few years by Nal’reim.
They released the captives and offered them safe passage to Shady Sands, Nal’reim accepted along with a most of the others. Nal’reim’s life was gone, his family, his home, everything was gone. He would travel to Shady Sands and hopefully, maybe start a new life… but it would be hard as he old one still hurt and pained him more than a rabbit with its leg in a trap.
Thank you for reading, I admit the appreance section needs work, but its hard describing Minecraft skins. I also apologize for the lenght, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. -prongs12
Ya I know what you mean about the skins. Very well written, no grammar or spelling issues that stand out. A very good app, Accepted
Role-Play Exp.:
I have to be honest, I have been role playing longer than most minecraft players have been alive. Well not that long, but a very long time. Here are the a few of the games I have RPed on:
WoW
Everquest
D&D
SWG
COH
SWTOR (beta)
Minecraft
Much more
Why Us:
I have heard both good and bad things about this server. I decided the good things outwieght the bad and decided I would give it a try. I have role playing all over minecraft and many of the server close, I am hoping this one is one of those servers that listen to the players and patches the broken things.
Time You Can Dedicate:
Weekdays: (Depending on the Day) 5-8
Weekends:8-12
IC
Name:
Nal'reim Qyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
32
Appearance:
After spending the majority of his adult life in the Wastes he has rough look to him. With his blue eyes and black hair, but whiter skin. He stands out in the Wastes and in most towns, standing at 6'3" he is taller than some but shorter than others.
Fears:
Flames burning around him.
Personality:
Closed and cold to those who don't know him, while being a nice and caring person to those who have gotten to know him. Being a homesteader he knows how to make an honest living and has a pure dislike for Raiders and Thieves who rob people of their honest work.
Occupation:
Formerly: Homesteader (People living on the waste on land given to him by NCR)
Currently: Heading to the city to find work.
Skills: Great-Fair-Average-Poor-Terrible
Farming: Fair
Marksmenship: Fair
Repairing: Average
Tracking: Average
Salvaging: (Mining) Poor
Building: Poor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-Setting: Nal'reim has been ambushed and captured by a group of slavers on the way from his hunting trip.-
Nal'reim: "If you want food, I have food. Whatever you want, just let me go." *Struggles against the two holding him*
Slaver Leader: "I said shut the **** up." *Hits Nal'reim in the gut to get him to keep quiet*
Slaver: "No one in the house boss."
Slaver Leader: "Okay then, torch it."
Slavers: *Throw torches on the house and outbuildings*
Nal'reim: "NOOOO!!!!!!" *Attempts to fight out of the grip of the slavers, but fails*
*Screams are heard coming from the house*
Nal'reim: "My family you bastards!"
Slaver Leader: *Hits Nal'reim in the head, knocking him out.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Born in the town of One Pine to Morgan and Kindel Qyan, his father was a local Doctor while his mother worked as his nurse. Nal’reim doesn’t remember much of his childhood besides sitting in his father’s office, watching him work, playing and wrestle with the other local boys, or helping his mother in the house. At the age of eight years old, Nal’reim knew he wouldn’t follow in his father footsteps. He wanted to join the Rangers of the NCR Army. Idolizing them from the first time he had seen them when they came through One Pine one October. He told his father of his dream and he thought that was an honorable dream and that he would help him fulfill it.
When Nal’reim was around thirteen a new family moved to One Pine, a family of five. One of the five was one Kortnie Marie Tuckfield, the most beautiful girl Nal’reim had ever seen. Being shy in those days, he never talked to her. He would catch glimpses of her throughout the town and his stomach would do a front flips every time. One day in August, he got the courage and talked to her as she was walking home from the well. Once he said the first words, he found it easy to talk to her. Like talking to his mother, from that day Nal’reim knew he would marry this girl. The dream of joining the Rangers slowly slipped from his mind as he spent more and more time with Kortnie.
Close to this twentieth birthday, the couple were married. Still living with his Mother and Father, Nal’reim needed to get the freedom he needs to start his family. Talking it over Kortnie, the couple decided to take up the land the NCR was offering to family to help populate the waste. Leaving three week after their wedding, they soon found their new home and Nal’reim went to work making it livable.
Over the next twelve years Nal’reim and Kortnie made their home into something worth having, they brought a baby boy into the world, and really were enjoying life.
In his Thirtieth year, Nal’reim was out on a hunting trip looking over the waste for wild game. On his second day of the trip, he bagged a deer and started his trip back to his Homestead. Walking over a hill, he seen his home and smiled, loving the view and looking for his son, Nick. As he walked towards the house, he started to worry. Nick normally would come greet him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the deer and readying his rifle, he walked closer to the house. Upon entering the home, he was struck by the butt of another rifle, falling to the ground he tried to get his gun back up, but it was ripped from his hands and he was grabbed from behind and restrained. “Take him outside.” One of them spoke. As he was wrestled out of the building, he looked and many men had just sprout out of the ground it seemed like. They began looking through the house and the outbuildings. Struggling agasint his captors he began to plead with them to let him go, offering them everything and anything for his freedom, they refused. “Your worth more than all of this” said what Nal’reim guessed was the leader. Slavers were Nal’reim’s first thought. “No one else is here boss.” Said one of the others who had come out of the house. “Then find anything of use and torch the buildings and the house.” Said the leader, “NO!” Screamed Nal’reim who was punched in the gut to keep him quiet. As the Slavers started to leave, the through torches on and in the buildings setting each of them ablaze, Nal’reim was forced to watch his home and his family, who was hiding in the secret cellar burn alive. Struggling he was slowly forced away from the house, with tears in his eyes he began to cry.
Over the next few days, the Slavers led him west. They attacked and ambushed a few more home, taking more people captive and bound them all together. “Hard for them to escape.” Said one of the Slavers. Things were looking pretty deem for Nal’reim by this time. On the evening of his thirteen night of being captured, the sounds of gun fire were heard all around, staying down he watched as the Slavers were picked off one by one from afar. After what seemed like hours, all the Slavers were killed or wounded on the ground. Walking to check for survivors, members of the NCR Army were seen for the first time in a few years by Nal’reim.
They released the captives and offered them safe passage to Shady Sands, Nal’reim accepted along with a most of the others. Nal’reim’s life was gone, his family, his home, everything was gone. He would travel to Shady Sands and hopefully, maybe start a new life… but it would be hard as he old one still hurt and pained him more than a rabbit with its leg in a trap.
Thank you for reading, I admit the appreance section needs work, but its hard describing Minecraft skins. I also apologize for the lenght, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. -prongs12
Sir, I am impressed by your application. I would love to see more people posting applications like this. I have looked over this and I have only found four spelling errors, and I am fairly sure that three of them were just typos due to the speed of typing, or a finger slip.
Attention anyone applying. Read this application! Make one that is this good or better. Thank you.
~Witty~
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Role-Play Exp.:
I have to be honest, I have been role playing longer than most minecraft players have been alive. Well not that long, but a very long time. Here are the a few of the games I have RPed on:
WoW
Everquest
D&D
SWG
COH
SWTOR (beta)
Minecraft
Much more
Why Us:
I have heard both good and bad things about this server. I decided the good things outwieght the bad and decided I would give it a try. I have role playing all over minecraft and many of the server close, I am hoping this one is one of those servers that listen to the players and patches the broken things.
Time You Can Dedicate:
Weekdays: (Depending on the Day) 5-8
Weekends:8-12
IC
Name:
Nal'reim Qyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
32
Appearance:
After spending the majority of his adult life in the Wastes he has rough look to him. With his blue eyes and black hair, but whiter skin. He stands out in the Wastes and in most towns, standing at 6'3" he is taller than some but shorter than others.
Fears:
Flames burning around him.
Personality:
Closed and cold to those who don't know him, while being a nice and caring person to those who have gotten to know him. Being a homesteader he knows how to make an honest living and has a pure dislike for Raiders and Thieves who rob people of their honest work.
Occupation:
Formerly: Homesteader (People living on the waste on land given to him by NCR)
Currently: Heading to the city to find work.
Skills: Great-Fair-Average-Poor-Terrible
Farming: Fair
Marksmenship: Fair
Repairing: Average
Tracking: Average
Salvaging: (Mining) Poor
Building: Poor
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-Setting: Nal'reim has been ambushed and captured by a group of slavers on the way from his hunting trip.-
Nal'reim: "If you want food, I have food. Whatever you want, just let me go." *Struggles against the two holding him*
Slaver Leader: "I said shut the **** up." *Hits Nal'reim in the gut to get him to keep quiet*
Slaver: "No one in the house boss."
Slaver Leader: "Okay then, torch it."
Slavers: *Throw torches on the house and outbuildings*
Nal'reim: "NOOOO!!!!!!" *Attempts to fight out of the grip of the slavers, but fails*
*Screams are heard coming from the house*
Nal'reim: "My family you bastards!"
Slaver Leader: *Hits Nal'reim in the head, knocking him out.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Born in the town of One Pine to Morgan and Kindel Qyan, his father was a local Doctor while his mother worked as his nurse. Nal’reim doesn’t remember much of his childhood besides sitting in his father’s office, watching him work, playing and wrestle with the other local boys, or helping his mother in the house. At the age of eight years old, Nal’reim knew he wouldn’t follow in his father footsteps. He wanted to join the Rangers of the NCR Army. Idolizing them from the first time he had seen them when they came through One Pine one October. He told his father of his dream and he thought that was an honorable dream and that he would help him fulfill it.
When Nal’reim was around thirteen a new family moved to One Pine, a family of five. One of the five was one Kortnie Marie Tuckfield, the most beautiful girl Nal’reim had ever seen. Being shy in those days, he never talked to her. He would catch glimpses of her throughout the town and his stomach would do a front flips every time. One day in August, he got the courage and talked to her as she was walking home from the well. Once he said the first words, he found it easy to talk to her. Like talking to his mother, from that day Nal’reim knew he would marry this girl. The dream of joining the Rangers slowly slipped from his mind as he spent more and more time with Kortnie.
Close to this twentieth birthday, the couple were married. Still living with his Mother and Father, Nal’reim needed to get the freedom he needs to start his family. Talking it over Kortnie, the couple decided to take up the land the NCR was offering to family to help populate the waste. Leaving three week after their wedding, they soon found their new home and Nal’reim went to work making it livable.
Over the next twelve years Nal’reim and Kortnie made their home into something worth having, they brought a baby boy into the world, and really were enjoying life.
In his Thirtieth year, Nal’reim was out on a hunting trip looking over the waste for wild game. On his second day of the trip, he bagged a deer and started his trip back to his Homestead. Walking over a hill, he seen his home and smiled, loving the view and looking for his son, Nick. As he walked towards the house, he started to worry. Nick normally would come greet him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the deer and readying his rifle, he walked closer to the house. Upon entering the home, he was struck by the butt of another rifle, falling to the ground he tried to get his gun back up, but it was ripped from his hands and he was grabbed from behind and restrained. “Take him outside.” One of them spoke. As he was wrestled out of the building, he looked and many men had just sprout out of the ground it seemed like. They began looking through the house and the outbuildings. Struggling agasint his captors he began to plead with them to let him go, offering them everything and anything for his freedom, they refused. “Your worth more than all of this” said what Nal’reim guessed was the leader. Slavers were Nal’reim’s first thought. “No one else is here boss.” Said one of the others who had come out of the house. “Then find anything of use and torch the buildings and the house.” Said the leader, “NO!” Screamed Nal’reim who was punched in the gut to keep him quiet. As the Slavers started to leave, the through torches on and in the buildings setting each of them ablaze, Nal’reim was forced to watch his home and his family, who was hiding in the secret cellar burn alive. Struggling he was slowly forced away from the house, with tears in his eyes he began to cry.
Over the next few days, the Slavers led him west. They attacked and ambushed a few more home, taking more people captive and bound them all together. “Hard for them to escape.” Said one of the Slavers. Things were looking pretty deem for Nal’reim by this time. On the evening of his thirteen night of being captured, the sounds of gun fire were heard all around, staying down he watched as the Slavers were picked off one by one from afar. After what seemed like hours, all the Slavers were killed or wounded on the ground. Walking to check for survivors, members of the NCR Army were seen for the first time in a few years by Nal’reim.
They released the captives and offered them safe passage to Shady Sands, Nal’reim accepted along with a most of the others. Nal’reim’s life was gone, his family, his home, everything was gone. He would travel to Shady Sands and hopefully, maybe start a new life… but it would be hard as he old one still hurt and pained him more than a rabbit with its leg in a trap.
Thank you for reading, I admit the appreance section needs work, but its hard describing Minecraft skins. I also apologize for the lenght, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. -prongs12
Are you a vampire, I was wondering? Accepted with less passion, but with more pleasure instead.
No, but you need a decent amount.
"i did not type two much but can u prety please acept me?"
Judging by that grammar there and how you're asking to be accepted for free, I doubt you'd get in anyways. But go ahead and try. Just use a spellcheck. xD
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"Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
The cube had food and maybe ammo. And immortality."
No, but you need a decent amount.
"i did not type two much but can u prety please acept me?"
Judging by that grammar there and how you're asking to be accepted for free, I doubt you'd get in anyways. But go ahead and try. Just use a spellcheck. xD
No, but you need a decent amount.
"i did not type two much but can u prety please acept me?"
Judging by that grammar there and how you're asking to be accepted for free, I doubt you'd get in anyways. But go ahead and try. Just use a spellcheck. xD
No, but you need a decent amount.
"i did not type two much but can u prety please acept me?"
Judging by that grammar there and how you're asking to be accepted for free, I doubt you'd get in anyways. But go ahead and try. Just use a spellcheck. xD
No, but you need a decent amount.
"i did not type two much but can u prety please acept me?"
Judging by that grammar there and how you're asking to be accepted for free, I doubt you'd get in anyways. But go ahead and try. Just use a spellcheck. xD
Dude... You posted 4 times... Also, spellcheck is a tool that comes with most typing programs (Microsoft Word, OpenOffice, etc.) that corrects what you type if it is spelled wrong or has incorrect grammar. Now, may I ask you a question? How old are you?
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"Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
The cube had food and maybe ammo. And immortality."
Sir, I am impressed by your application. I would love to see more people posting applications like this. I have looked over this and I have only found four spelling errors, and I am fairly sure that three of them were just typos due to the speed of typing, or a finger slip.
Attention anyone applying. Read this application! Make one that is this good or better. Thank you.
~Witty~
Thank you sir, yes I wrote this and posted this at like 2am and I was exhausted, but thank you none the less.
Are you a vampire, I was wondering? Accepted with less passion, but with more pleasure instead.
A vampire, no. Thank you for your acceptance, but just throwing this out there. The way you accept people may turn people off from the server. Thoughts like "This is a smartass/asshole/[Insert word here]. If their whitelisters are like this, I can just imagine how their in-game staff is." No offense ment, just a thought.
I don't think you need a app to live there, but I am just not sure, ask Spartan, Insane, or Col.
You do not need to be a member of a faction to live anywhere unless that faction specifically says so, as an example,
TheEnclave hold the town of Rimrock, so only non-mutated humans would even be allowed to pass through.
(I've actually been there, you don't want to know what they do to ghouls who go into that town)
IGN:
prongs12
Age:
20
Role-Play Exp.:
I have to be honest, I have been role playing longer than most minecraft players have been alive. Well not that long, but a very long time. Here are the a few of the games I have RPed on:
WoW
Everquest
D&D
SWG
COH
SWTOR (beta)
Minecraft
Much more
Why Us:
I have heard both good and bad things about this server. I decided the good things outwieght the bad and decided I would give it a try. I have role playing all over minecraft and many of the server close, I am hoping this one is one of those servers that listen to the players and patches the broken things.
Time You Can Dedicate:
Weekdays: (Depending on the Day) 5-8
Weekends:8-12
IC
Name:
Nal'reim Qyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
32
Appearance:
After spending the majority of his adult life in the Wastes he has rough look to him. With his blue eyes and black hair, but whiter skin. He stands out in the Wastes and in most towns, standing at 6'3" he is taller than some but shorter than others.
Fears:
Flames burning around him.
Personality:
Closed and cold to those who don't know him, while being a nice and caring person to those who have gotten to know him. Being a homesteader he knows how to make an honest living and has a pure dislike for Raiders and Thieves who rob people of their honest work.
Occupation:
Formerly: Homesteader (People living on the waste on land given to him by NCR)
Currently: Heading to the city to find work.
Skills: Great-Fair-Average-Poor-Terrible
Farming: Fair
Marksmenship: Fair
Repairing: Average
Tracking: Average
Salvaging: (Mining) Poor
Building: Poor
Nickname (Optional):RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-Setting: Nal'reim has been ambushed and captured by a group of slavers on the way from his hunting trip.-
Nal'reim: "If you want food, I have food. Whatever you want, just let me go." *Struggles against the two holding him*
Slaver Leader: "I said shut the **** up." *Hits Nal'reim in the gut to get him to keep quiet*
Slaver: "No one in the house boss."
Slaver Leader: "Okay then, torch it."
Slavers: *Throw torches on the house and outbuildings*
Nal'reim: "NOOOO!!!!!!" *Attempts to fight out of the grip of the slavers, but fails*
*Screams are heard coming from the house*
Nal'reim: "My family you bastards!"
Slaver Leader: *Hits Nal'reim in the head, knocking him out.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
Born in the town of One Pine to Morgan and Kindel Qyan, his father was a local Doctor while his mother worked as his nurse. Nal’reim doesn’t remember much of his childhood besides sitting in his father’s office, watching him work, playing and wrestle with the other local boys, or helping his mother in the house. At the age of eight years old, Nal’reim knew he wouldn’t follow in his father footsteps. He wanted to join the Rangers of the NCR Army. Idolizing them from the first time he had seen them when they came through One Pine one October. He told his father of his dream and he thought that was an honorable dream and that he would help him fulfill it.
When Nal’reim was around thirteen a new family moved to One Pine, a family of five. One of the five was one Kortnie Marie Tuckfield, the most beautiful girl Nal’reim had ever seen. Being shy in those days, he never talked to her. He would catch glimpses of her throughout the town and his stomach would do a front flips every time. One day in August, he got the courage and talked to her as she was walking home from the well. Once he said the first words, he found it easy to talk to her. Like talking to his mother, from that day Nal’reim knew he would marry this girl. The dream of joining the Rangers slowly slipped from his mind as he spent more and more time with Kortnie.
Close to this twentieth birthday, the couple were married. Still living with his Mother and Father, Nal’reim needed to get the freedom he needs to start his family. Talking it over Kortnie, the couple decided to take up the land the NCR was offering to family to help populate the waste. Leaving three week after their wedding, they soon found their new home and Nal’reim went to work making it livable.
Over the next twelve years Nal’reim and Kortnie made their home into something worth having, they brought a baby boy into the world, and really were enjoying life.
In his Thirtieth year, Nal’reim was out on a hunting trip looking over the waste for wild game. On his second day of the trip, he bagged a deer and started his trip back to his Homestead. Walking over a hill, he seen his home and smiled, loving the view and looking for his son, Nick. As he walked towards the house, he started to worry. Nick normally would come greet him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the deer and readying his rifle, he walked closer to the house. Upon entering the home, he was struck by the butt of another rifle, falling to the ground he tried to get his gun back up, but it was ripped from his hands and he was grabbed from behind and restrained. “Take him outside.” One of them spoke. As he was wrestled out of the building, he looked and many men had just sprout out of the ground it seemed like. They began looking through the house and the outbuildings. Struggling agasint his captors he began to plead with them to let him go, offering them everything and anything for his freedom, they refused. “Your worth more than all of this” said what Nal’reim guessed was the leader. Slavers were Nal’reim’s first thought. “No one else is here boss.” Said one of the others who had come out of the house. “Then find anything of use and torch the buildings and the house.” Said the leader, “NO!” Screamed Nal’reim who was punched in the gut to keep him quiet. As the Slavers started to leave, the through torches on and in the buildings setting each of them ablaze, Nal’reim was forced to watch his home and his family, who was hiding in the secret cellar burn alive. Struggling he was slowly forced away from the house, with tears in his eyes he began to cry.
Over the next few days, the Slavers led him west. They attacked and ambushed a few more home, taking more people captive and bound them all together. “Hard for them to escape.” Said one of the Slavers. Things were looking pretty deem for Nal’reim by this time. On the evening of his thirteen night of being captured, the sounds of gun fire were heard all around, staying down he watched as the Slavers were picked off one by one from afar. After what seemed like hours, all the Slavers were killed or wounded on the ground. Walking to check for survivors, members of the NCR Army were seen for the first time in a few years by Nal’reim.
They released the captives and offered them safe passage to Shady Sands, Nal’reim accepted along with a most of the others. Nal’reim’s life was gone, his family, his home, everything was gone. He would travel to Shady Sands and hopefully, maybe start a new life… but it would be hard as he old one still hurt and pained him more than a rabbit with its leg in a trap.
Thank you for reading, I admit the appreance section needs work, but its hard describing Minecraft skins. I also apologize for the lenght, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
-prongs12
Proof of Acceptance:Page 383
Forums Name: Mine4Starcraft
Accepted By: CoolDownPills
May I please be white-listed soon?
Sorry man you have been denied too many times already, you are now permanently banned, sorry.
Ya I know what you mean about the skins. Very well written, no grammar or spelling issues that stand out. A very good app, Accepted
IGN : Kimmaah
Accepted : Page 352 !
And can someone please read this, im tired to write this a millon times to get whitelisted ..
Sir, I am impressed by your application. I would love to see more people posting applications like this. I have looked over this and I have only found four spelling errors, and I am fairly sure that three of them were just typos due to the speed of typing, or a finger slip.
Attention anyone applying. Read this application! Make one that is this good or better. Thank you.
~Witty~
Check out my guide on how to apply for a server!
Are you a vampire, I was wondering? Accepted with less passion, but with more pleasure instead.
but do we need to type that much?
No, but you need a decent amount.
"i did not type two much but can u prety please acept me?"
Judging by that grammar there and how you're asking to be accepted for free, I doubt you'd get in anyways. But go ahead and try. Just use a spellcheck. xD
The cube had food and maybe ammo. And immortality."
what do u mean spell check?
what do u mean spell check?
what do u mean spell check?
what is spell check?
Dude... You posted 4 times... Also, spellcheck is a tool that comes with most typing programs (Microsoft Word, OpenOffice, etc.) that corrects what you type if it is spelled wrong or has incorrect grammar. Now, may I ask you a question? How old are you?
The cube had food and maybe ammo. And immortality."
Thank you sir, yes I wrote this and posted this at like 2am and I was exhausted, but thank you none the less.
A vampire, no. Thank you for your acceptance, but just throwing this out there. The way you accept people may turn people off from the server. Thoughts like "This is a smartass/asshole/[Insert word here]. If their whitelisters are like this, I can just imagine how their in-game staff is." No offense ment, just a thought.
He was already accepted....
pg 386
I don't think you need a app to live there, but I am just not sure, ask Spartan, Insane, or Col.
You do not need to be a member of a faction to live anywhere unless that faction specifically says so, as an example,
TheEnclave hold the town of Rimrock, so only non-mutated humans would even be allowed to pass through.
(I've actually been there, you don't want to know what they do to ghouls who go into that town)