Denied. Your RP example is way to short and I feel as if your occupation is way to general. I also think your character's back story is set in a time where there is no nuclear apocalypse.
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[Out of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
Got a new skin. Kinda like it, but tell me if it is allowed. First off, made a story behind it. Creed went to his house. *Ahhh!* He screamed in pain. The memories of that night were hitting him. He was on the floor. He felt as if he was rammed by a bull. They kept coming. The blood, the bodies, the fact that he almost killed the intruder. *Crying* He gets up. In the closet lies his fathers armor. *Whispers* "I won't let you down".
That's fine. It suits the feel of the server better.
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
ALTERED:
Fixed bandage bug
MAYBE have fixed mcmmo bug
Gave moderator permissions
please check my application or tell my why you arent
[Out of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
please check my application or tell my why you arent
[Out of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
Double Denied. Be patient stop spamming. Your back story still seems like it happened before all hell broke loose. Also your still a builder... I didn't mean reword it to make it sound better, I meant pick a better job.
Put dialogue in your RP example it makes it better.
Double Denied. Be patient stop spamming. Your back story still seems like it happened before all hell broke loose. Also your still a builder... I didn't mean reword it to make it sound better, I meant pick a better job.
Put dialogue in your RP example it makes it better.
it happened after all hell broke loose because their are bandits and radition and this is relly annoying
it happened after all hell broke loose because their are bandits and radition and this is relly annoying
ut of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in rel life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Jason
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
-Biography: "Push, Jessica! Push! The doctor says there's another coming!" Those would be the words from the posh man's mouth, were he not about to vomit from the sight. So disgusting. Instead, the doctor tended to the pregnant mother, who was spouting off curses she herself swore she would never say. The first baby was squeezed out, a beautiful little girl, and the second, a chubby...Not so beautiful boy. They were twins.
Fast forward five years, and they were both given their PIA's. "What's this?" The little girl asked The father turned to his darling little girl. "It's called a Personal Item Assistance device. You can call it P.I.A., for short." The girl smiled. "I'm going to go show this to my friends!" She skipped off, while the boy, now skinnier, stayed still, peering at the device attached to his arm. "How does this thing work?” His father raised a newspaper to his face, it said “Haven times.” He absentmindedly spoke to his son “Figure it out for yourself.” Jason looked down. “You never tell me how things work...Big meanie.” His father dropped the newspaper, and he hit his son. "Be quiet, and you never insult your elders. Ever." Jason ran off, crying, to his best and only friend. An old and vulgar man, called George. To get there, he had to duck through a few adults, trying to see why he was crying. He burst through the doors of his friend. "My...My daddy..." the boy could barely speak in between sobs. "There, there," George patted him on the back. "Your dad's a ****ing idiot, anyways. What does he know. Oh, and I almost forgot! I have a present for you." yarslov stopped crying, and looked hopeful. George chuckled, and handed him a gas mask. "Happy birthday." Jason puzzled over the device. "It's too big!" He exclaimed, with a muffled voice, as he had tried to slip on the mask. "It's for when you're older."
Another five years, and Jason begins to resent his father more. He had always noticed that his dad kept something he called a “Workbench” Which he seemed to connect to his P.I.A., Then it shook a little, and spat out tools, and weapons. Jason swore he would get the device. The plan was simple, he would have his little sister, the gullible idiot she was, wait at the living room for her father, who would inevitably try to find her. While they were celebrating, Jason would shuffle off to his father’s den, and take the workbench. He explained the plan to George, who chuckled. “You don’t like it?” The puzzled child asked. George ceased his chuckling. “No, I love it. But one thing, you need some back up, to make sure your dad doesn’t catch you while you get the workbench.” George smiled, and then Jason smiled. They knew what would happen, now. George would act is if he were visiting to watch Jason, while he pilfered the workbench.
The next day, they set the plan into motion. Jason walked up the stairs, clutching to the broken handrail, skipping his hand over the gaps. Once he reached his sister’s door, he knocked, and she opened the door to her heavily pink and fluffy room “Oh, hi brother! What do you want?” Jason pointed down the stairs. “Dad’s waiting for you down there.” He said it in a burdened way, the way he would say it under any normal circumstance. He was a pretty good actor. As Jamie ran down the stairs, full of glee, the doorbell rang, and Jason rushed down to answer it, just barely intercepting his father. George stepped into the room, and began speaking to Jason’s father while Jason wandered off. “Oh, why hello, George,” He spat out the word “George” Like he was spitting out poison. “What ever could you want?”
“Just wanna watch your kid. We’ll just have some good, clean fun.”
“No curses?”
“No curses.”
James sighed, and let George in. The old man looked around, before wandering down the hall, going down a corner, out of sight. He met up with Jason, already at the door for his father’s study. “I can’t open it!” Jason was trying to force the door open, and George pushed him aside. “Let me show you how you take care of locked doors.” He pulled a bobby pin from out of his coat, which was old and stained. He put it into the door, and within a few minutes, and audible “Click” Was heard. Jason could see the workbench already, and began to rush in. George could barely stop him, as he tripped over a fallen pipe, crushing it, and falling right on his nose. “Oh, oh no. Are you okay, Jase?” George held up Jason, hoping his pet name would cheer him up. “I’m okay, just a little- OH MY GOD MY NOSE IS BLEEDING!” The shout caused Jason’s father to stop lifting and swinging his daughter, and to set her down, telling her he had business to do. Upon seeing his smashed pipe, George holding a nose bleeding Jason, and his door open despite being locked, he took out his firearm quick as lightening. “What did you do?!” He pointed the firearm at George, who immediately set Jason down, who went running away. “Nothing, your kid just tripped...” James brought the firearm to the old man’s heart, and began an inevitably long scolding. “You picked the lock to my door, or taught my son how, and THEN-” When he began to shout, he accidentally squeezed the trigger. The arrow went through the old man, and James dropped his firearm. The kids ran in after the noise the gun made, and stopped. James looked them over. “This never happened. Never.” Jason began to cry. He sat and cried for the entirety of the time that Jamie and James dug George’s body up. They spread the lie that he was killed by a raider, so they buried him in good will. Jason swore he would never speak to his father after that.
And five years later, he kept that. He now lived in George’s scrap shack, as the old man frequently called it. He was simply sitting, making drugs to sell to an addict in the town, when suddenly, his sister bursted in. “Dad wants to see you.”
“Dad can go **** himself.”
“Jason, why do you have to be like this? What’s so wrong about dad?”
“He KILLED my friend.”
“It was an accident!”
“Accidents have started ****ing wars.”
“This is not a war, it’s your father.”
Jason got up from his seat violently, powder spilling everywhere. He looked his sister right in the eyes. “My ****ing father is an idiot, and not at all a gentleman. He only does that **** to get laid at this point. Chivalry's ****ing dead, and he should accept that. Now get out of my house, or I will ****ing...”
His sister glared at him.
“You’ll ****ing what?”
“I’ll run. Hell, I’ll run even if you do go. I’m tired of this little stuffy town.”
“You are IMPOSSIBLE!” Jamie stormed out.
Jason really did leave, but came back five years later, after some wasteland shenanigans. More on that later.
-Character Family: Sister: Jamie J. Jaman. A well behaved little girl. She never did anything wrong. Jason's opinion: She's a brainwashed idiot. Father: James J. Jaman. He hit Jason constantly, only in private, however. Everywhere else, he exuded an air of class. Mother: Jessica H. Jaman. She took the last name of her husband when married, but her middle initial wasn't a j. Damn. Her personality was great, and she was a beautiful woman. She was loved by all in the town. Literally. She was a cheating *****. James divorced her after he found out his children weren't his. She kept the last name. But, we haven’t seen a scene with her yet, have we? Well, that changes now.
“What do you mean the children aren’t mine?!”
Jessica pushed some of her blonde long hair behind one of her ears. “You heard me, James.”
“How could you do this? Why?”
“Well, I was kind of already knocked up when you came along, and well, I didn’t want to tell ya, ya seemed so fancy.”
“REALLY?! REALLY!” James slapped Jessica. She froze, and grabbed James by the collar.
“If ya ever EVER hit me again, I will make sure ya ****in’ regret it, you got it.” James whimpered out a “Y-yes.” She dropped him, and strode off, flipping James the bird, while going to a significantly younger than her male.
-Character Age: 20
-Character Appearance: Buzz cut, wearing jeans, a sash, with a gold button. He also fashioned shoulder plates out of scrap metal, but he frequently removes them for better armor. His jeans are torn, and somehow he hasn't gotten an infection from the wound there. He wears a red shirt, and a gas mask, but it's old and frequently breaks, leaking in radiation. He only wears it so nobody can see him cry, should it ever happen. And occasionally, if he ever, EVER gets the urge...He wears, well....A suit. It’s red, and striped. He hated the suit when he got it first, but he always secretly liked it. He especially liked the gold cuff-links on it.
-Character Personality:: He's cold and uncaring, even to his friends. He's also vulgar, and most likely will never find friends to be uncaring to. But, occasionally, he will show a warm side, but only to those he likes. Example of coldness: Jason walked through the wastes, fighting off mutants, when he came to someone being attacked by a large group of the beasts. The bystander shouted and begged for help, but Jason simply bludgeoned the mutant he was fighting to death, and ran from the zombies attacking the bystander. They might fight him if he tried to help.
-Occupation: Trader. Here’s the story how: Jason sat with George, precisely on his seventh birthday. “What are you giving me for my birthday today, Georgie?” Jason also had a pet name for George. It was kind of cute. “Well, what can you do?” Jason sat and thought for a moment, pondering... “I don’t know, can you ask me a few questions?”
-Can your character read or write?: “Can you read, boy?” Jason nodded. “How about writing?” He nodded again. The old man chuckled. “You’re lucky. Back in my day, none of us could read or write. We were just stuck with diggin’ holes in the ground, and stealin’. But it was a good life. Oh, speakin’ of diggin’ holes in the ground...”
Does your character have any special skills?: George walked into his home, and motioned for Jason to follow. George pulled out some thick bamboo-like plants, some powder, and some water. “Now, never show your dad you know how to do this. He’ll ****in’ kill you.” George starts skinning the bamboo plants. “Alright, so you use the skin of these plants to wrap around this powder. But we have to make it addictive, so it sells good. Fastest way to do that, is to mix the water with the powder. Normally this is just sugar, but the chemicals in the water and the powder mix, and end up making it really ****in’ addictive. But I’ve never had any of the ****, so I wouldn’t know. Oh, that brings up a point. Never, EVER have any of this stuff. You’ll get hooked.” Jason nodded. “So, you can’t fight, you can’t mine, you can’t farm, you can read and write, and now you can make drugs. You should be a trader, kid. Here’s some gold to get you started.” George handed Jason ten bars of gold. “Only use those to INVEST in things here at the town, okay? Don’t buy any ****in’ candy, or something.” Jason ran off saying “Okay!”
-Character Fears: Jason was walking by, on his way to his town, when he saw a radiation patch. A cube formed from the radiation, and he stared. The block jumped closer and closer to him, it looked pretty cute. Until it hit him. He immediately felt the radiation flow into the cut it managed to cause. It rammed against him again and again. Eventually, he blacked out from the radiation, and found a doctor tending to him. He sat up, and the doctor forced him down. “You need to rest for a week, alright?” Jason tried to fight against it, but found he couldn’t form words, and promptly blacked out again. After that, he’s been afraid of slimes and radiation.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Jason was stumbling out of the town that he had been brought into after his slime incident, after visiting a store for some supplies, and an emergency weapon. when he bumped into a gang member in white blood stained clothes. The gang member immediately put his firearm to Jason’s head. Jason flung his arms into the air. “You new here? Because no one who’s lived here a good amount would EVER think of bumping into the Lords.” Jason muttered “****ing idiot...” The gang member pushed the firearm closer into Jason’s head. “What was that?” Jason spoke up. “I said, ****ing...” He pulled back his leg. “IDIOT!” He swung his leg into the gang member’s crotch. Naturally, the gang member fell down, but tried to shoot Jason before he fell. But his accuracy messed up, and he ended up shooting him in the arm. Jason also fell, and they both ended up squirming around cursing. Jason forced himself up, and ran as fast as he could from the gang member, and hid behind a building, and pulled the arrow out. The Lord member shouted in a high voice, “Go get ‘em, boys!” He honestly didn’t sound as menacing in speech as he did in text, but still, a group of bloodstained white clothes wearing gang members ran at the building Jason was sheltered behind. He tried to think quick, and ran out, and threw up his arms. “I can make you the best ****ing drugs in town!” The gang members stopped. “Drugs?” One said. They started talking amongst each other. While they discussed the situation, Jason ran. “HE’S GETTING AWAY YOU IDIOTS!” Their leader shouted to them, and they immediately ran after Jason, firing their firearms. He dodged arrows as best he could, and eventually, hid behind a tree. He pulled out a cluster of TNT held together with tape he had recently purchased. He didn’t think he would use it so fast, but here he was, lighting it on fire. Or at least, trying. His lighter flicked on quickly, then off. He peered from the tree, the men were advancing. He kept trying to flick it on. “Come on...Come ooon...THERE!” He lit the dynamite on fire, and ran out again. He was starting to get tired, panting, and once the fuses were all almost down, he threw it at the group. They scattered once the explosive was there, but the vast majority of them were too late, and they were taken down. Jason walked over to their bodies, and spat on them. “Don’t **** with me, assholes.” He went on his marry way, after looting them, of course.
Out of Character MineCraft account name: hardcoreelement Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States Eastern Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is when a person pretends to be a fictional character that is most likely created through the process of imagination. No past roleplaying experience. What is your reason for applying to this server? The server looks interesting. Have you been banned before, if so why? Never Do you agree with our rules? Yes Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes Ma'am
In Character Character name: (Last names aren't required) Boziik Dalmore What is your character's race?: Human Your character's story so far:
Boziik was born in a city that goes by the name of Hokoron. Boziik was dropped at birth because of the doctor's use of "Gloves of Butter" (Made in China). Of course, Boziik's mother Feyn was very displeased, along with Krah. Boziik's father. They both murdered the doctor in agonizing anger. After realizing the crime they committed they picked up Boziik from the floor and fled from the scene before anyone could see the crime they had committed. Eventually investigators were able to depict and understand who the murderers were. Assassins and hired thugs were sent after the family so that they could be brought in to justice, tortured, murdered and then thrown in to a pit of cow manure.
Feyn and Krah were able to forge a cave in the side of the mountain that was near the town so that they could purchase required food to feed themselves and their just born son Boziik. After a few months of raising their son though, they realized something was very wrong. Boziik had a horrible mental disability. He had trouble with speech. Even after a few years, when Boziik was taught new words, he would always have trouble linking them together to make understandable sentences. years passed, Boziik was 12. He was extremely powerful and strong. This was because of the hard labor that Boziik always performed at the end of the day, ending up in him being stronger than the average human being. Sadly, his intelligence always brought him down and made people keep distant from him. One day, a disease spread out through the whole city. Everyone in the city had acquired the disease. Inside the city, the disease was given a name that anyone outside of the city never understood. The horrible disease's name was STDs. Even to this day no one that didn't live in Hokoron understood what the name meant and how it was given. Boziik never obtained the disease though, it was believed that because of his forever alone status, the disease would never have been able to reach him. Sadly, the luck that Boziik had didn't last. One day Boziik came back home to the cave after a day of hard work to see that his parents were on the floor. The disease had brought them an immediate death. Horrified and shocked Boziik ran as far as he could from Hokoron hoping to never see it again with the thought of his parent's death.
After a week of traveling Boziik was being pursued from all over the world. Assassin's and thugs all wanted his head on top of their fireplace. The only reason that this has happened was because of an accidental murder that Boziik had committed. A worldwide famous prostitute. That was the one that suffered the death. This was a display for Boziik though that he was not able to control his huge amount of strength at all. Only few people knew that Boziik was innocent and that he only wanted to hug the prostitute and accidentally squished her too hard making her explode in millions of bits, pieces and organs from the once standing female. One day while traveling, a man came up to Boziik. He was holding a blade in his right hand. Boziik immediately realized and started backing up. Upon examining the man , he realized the man's name was Keizaal (there was a nametag above his chest) Keizaal was paid to finally kill Boziik and to sell his skin as clothing to the poor. Before killing Boziik though, Keizaal eventually realized that Boziik had a strange mental problem. He also figured out that he was not able to control his own strength. A conclusion was made by Keizaal that Boziik was innocent and had not meant to murder the famous prostitute. Keizaal took him in, trained Boziik and gave him appropriate clothing for the element of stealth and silence. An amazing trainer he was too. Boziik was eventually so skilled that he was close to being a master of murder. The only setback he had was his low intelligence and large bulkiness, which affected his stealth greatly. One day, Keizaal was assassinated by the son of one of the men that he had killed. A note was left by the murderer that said,
"Dear whoever is reading this,
I am the murderer of Keizaal. Do not attempt to find me. I am a man that should not be trifled with. I have the ability to kill a man in under 10 seconds using only my left hand. You will never find me. I am like air. You know my existence, but you can never see me. If the reader of this letter is concerned as to why I committed this murder then I shall elaborate. Briefly. Keizaal was a horrible man. He has brought death among many people. Including my father. He deserved his death. So do not attempt to find me. You'll never know who and where I am either way. Goodbye.
Signed,
Brenton Zent
Boziik now sets out to kill Zent, the man that had assassinated Keizaal while trying to make new friends to overcome his everlasting loneliness. He also gets paid to kill anyone that he is requested to murder in.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? All of them are dead. How old is your character? 27 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Boziik is extremely well built. He's 7 feet and a half. He is stronger than any other being in the world. His eyes and the rest of his upper face are never seen because of his hood. His robes cover all of his body. His clothing is all black except his dark red belt. How does your character act? His low intelligence makes his speech a bit difficult and likes to pick fights with tiny things Character's occupation: Traveller Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Keizaal taught Boziik how to read, although he has trouble. Boziik never could write though. Too difficult. Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:Extremely strong, and partially good at stealth. Although he has trouble and often trips up and gets spotted easily. He is also good with hard labor Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders. He HATES spiders. Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP):
Boziik looked down at the letter. The words written across the paper were written by hand. By the hand of a killer, the killer of his master. A single tear ran down his cheek, stinging one of the cuts under his eye. A ball of crumpled paper flew across the room into the wall. Boziik's fist smashed the ground with a loud THUD and a roar of anger was let out. Shaking the whole Sanctuary. Boziik trembled with anger his hand glided slowly towards his left thigh. His blade was unsheathed with a faint "shiiiink" sound. Boziik knew that he would rip off Zent's head and smash it to tiny pieces. He would show no mercy. Provide an image of your character's skin:
Out of Character MineCraft account name: hardcoreelement Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States Eastern Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is when a person pretends to be a fictional character that is most likely created through the process of imagination. No past roleplaying experience. What is your reason for applying to this server? The server looks interesting. Have you been banned before, if so why? Never Do you agree with our rules? Yes Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes Ma'am
In Character Character name: (Last names aren't required) Boziik Dalmore What is your character's race?: Human Your character's story so far:
Boziik was born in a city that goes by the name of Hokoron. Boziik was dropped at birth because of the doctor's use of "Gloves of Butter" (Made in China). Of course, Boziik's mother Feyn was very displeased, along with Krah. Boziik's father. They both murdered the doctor in agonizing anger. After realizing the crime they committed they picked up Boziik from the floor and fled from the scene before anyone could see the crime they had committed. Eventually investigators were able to depict and understand who the murderers were. Assassins and hired thugs were sent after the family so that they could be brought in to justice, tortured, murdered and then thrown in to a pit of cow manure.
Feyn and Krah were able to forge a cave in the side of the mountain that was near the town so that they could purchase required food to feed themselves and their just born son Boziik. After a few months of raising their son though, they realized something was very wrong. Boziik had a horrible mental disability. He had trouble with speech. Even after a few years, when Boziik was taught new words, he would always have trouble linking them together to make understandable sentences. years passed, Boziik was 12. He was extremely powerful and strong. This was because of the hard labor that Boziik always performed at the end of the day, ending up in him being stronger than the average human being. Sadly, his intelligence always brought him down and made people keep distant from him. One day, a disease spread out through the whole city. Everyone in the city had acquired the disease. Inside the city, the disease was given a name that anyone outside of the city never understood. The horrible disease's name was STDs. Even to this day no one that didn't live in Hokoron understood what the name meant and how it was given. Boziik never obtained the disease though, it was believed that because of his forever alone status, the disease would never have been able to reach him. Sadly, the luck that Boziik had didn't last. One day Boziik came back home to the cave after a day of hard work to see that his parents were on the floor. The disease had brought them an immediate death. Horrified and shocked Boziik ran as far as he could from Hokoron hoping to never see it again with the thought of his parent's death.
After a week of traveling Boziik was being pursued from all over the world. Assassin's and thugs all wanted his head on top of their fireplace. The only reason that this has happened was because of an accidental murder that Boziik had committed. A worldwide famous prostitute. That was the one that suffered the death. This was a display for Boziik though that he was not able to control his huge amount of strength at all. Only few people knew that Boziik was innocent and that he only wanted to hug the prostitute and accidentally squished her too hard making her explode in millions of bits, pieces and organs from the once standing female. One day while traveling, a man came up to Boziik. He was holding a blade in his right hand. Boziik immediately realized and started backing up. Upon examining the man , he realized the man's name was Keizaal (there was a nametag above his chest) Keizaal was paid to finally kill Boziik and to sell his skin as clothing to the poor. Before killing Boziik though, Keizaal eventually realized that Boziik had a strange mental problem. He also figured out that he was not able to control his own strength. A conclusion was made by Keizaal that Boziik was innocent and had not meant to murder the famous prostitute. Keizaal took him in, trained Boziik and gave him appropriate clothing for the element of stealth and silence. An amazing trainer he was too. Boziik was eventually so skilled that he was close to being a master of murder. The only setback he had was his low intelligence and large bulkiness, which affected his stealth greatly. One day, Keizaal was assassinated by the son of one of the men that he had killed. A note was left by the murderer that said,
"Dear whoever is reading this,
I am the murderer of Keizaal. Do not attempt to find me. I am a man that should not be trifled with. I have the ability to kill a man in under 10 seconds using only my left hand. You will never find me. I am like air. You know my existence, but you can never see me. If the reader of this letter is concerned as to why I committed this murder then I shall elaborate. Briefly. Keizaal was a horrible man. He has brought death among many people. Including my father. He deserved his death. So do not attempt to find me. You'll never know who and where I am either way. Goodbye.
Signed,
Brenton Zent
Boziik now sets out to kill Zent, the man that had assassinated Keizaal while trying to make new friends to overcome his everlasting loneliness. He also gets paid to kill anyone that he is requested to murder in.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? All of them are dead. How old is your character? 27 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Boziik is extremely well built. He's 7 feet and a half. He is stronger than any other being in the world. His eyes and the rest of his upper face are never seen because of his hood. His robes cover all of his body. His clothing is all black except his dark red belt. How does your character act? His low intelligence makes his speech a bit difficult and likes to pick fights with tiny things Character's occupation: Traveller Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Keizaal taught Boziik how to read, although he has trouble. Boziik never could write though. Too difficult. Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:Extremely strong, and partially good at stealth. Although he has trouble and often trips up and gets spotted easily. He is also good with hard labor Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders. He HATES spiders. Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP):
Boziik looked down at the letter. The words written across the paper were written by hand. By the hand of a killer, the killer of his master. A single tear ran down his cheek, stinging one of the cuts under his eye. A ball of crumpled paper flew across the room into the wall. Boziik's fist smashed the ground with a loud THUD and a roar of anger was let out. Shaking the whole Sanctuary. Boziik trembled with anger his hand glided slowly towards his left thigh. His blade was unsheathed with a faint "shiiiink" sound. Boziik knew that he would rip off Zent's head and smash it to tiny pieces. He would show no mercy. Provide an image of your character's skin:
**** yo **** I've got a mustache
I'm sorry, but you have been denied. I will give you some credible reasons.
1. First of all, this app still is too comical. I'm sorry, but STDs and Forever alone status will not work for the app. You can still shoot the bull in OOC though. For you app though, it has to be serious.
2. In terms of substance, you background and RP example is still very good. Take out the funny and you will be accepted. Replace cow manure with mud perhaps.
Out of Character MineCraft account name: hardcoreelement Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States Eastern Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is when a person pretends to be a fictional character that is most likely created through the process of imagination. No past roleplaying experience. What is your reason for applying to this server? The server looks interesting. Have you been banned before, if so why? Never Do you agree with our rules? Yes Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes Ma'am
In Character Character name: (Last names aren't required) Boziik Dalmore What is your character's race?: Human Your character's story so far:
Boziik was born in a city that goes by the name of Hokoron. Boziik was dropped at birth because of the doctor's use of "Gloves of Butter" (Made in China). Of course, Boziik's mother Feyn was very displeased, along with Krah. Boziik's father. They both murdered the doctor in agonizing anger. After realizing the crime they committed they picked up Boziik from the floor and fled from the scene before anyone could see the crime they had committed. Eventually investigators were able to depict and understand who the murderers were. Assassins and hired thugs were sent after the family so that they could be brought in to justice, tortured, murdered and then thrown in to a bottomless pit.
Feyn and Krah were able to forge a cave in the side of the mountain that was near the town so that they could purchase required food to feed themselves and their just born son Boziik. After a few months of raising their son though, they realized something was very wrong. Boziik had a horrible mental disability. He had trouble with speech. Even after a few years, when Boziik was taught new words, he would always have trouble linking them together to make understandable sentences. years passed, Boziik was 12. He was extremely powerful and strong. This was because of the hard labor that Boziik always performed at the end of the day, ending up in him being stronger than the average human being. Sadly, his intelligence always brought him down and made people keep distant from him. One day, a disease spread out through the whole city. Even to this day though, no one knew what this disease actually was. Boziik never obtained the disease though, it was believed to be so because of his social issues, the disease would never have been able to reach him if no one ever wanted to go near him because of his stupidity. Sadly, the luck that Boziik had didn't last. One day Boziik came back home to the cave after a day of hard work to see that his parents were on the floor. The disease had brought them an immediate death. Horrified and shocked Boziik ran as far as he could from Hokoron hoping to never see it again with the thought of his parent's death.
After a week of traveling Boziik was being pursued from all over the world. Assassin's and thugs all wanted his head on top of their fireplace. The only reason that this has happened was because of an accidental murder that Boziik had committed. A worldwide famous prostitute. That was the one that suffered the death. This was a display for Boziik though that he was not able to control his huge amount of strength at all. Only few people knew that Boziik was innocent and that he only wanted to hug the prostitute and accidentally squished her too hard making her explode in millions of bits, pieces and organs from the once standing female. One day while traveling, a man came up to Boziik. He was holding a blade in his right hand. Boziik immediately realized and started backing up. Upon examining the man , he realized the man's name was Keizaal (there was a nametag above his chest) Keizaal was paid to finally kill Boziik and to sell his skin as clothing to the poor. Before killing Boziik though, Keizaal eventually realized that Boziik had a strange mental problem. He also figured out that he was not able to control his own strength. A conclusion was made by Keizaal that Boziik was innocent and had not meant to murder the famous prostitute. Keizaal took him in, trained Boziik and gave him appropriate clothing for the element of stealth and silence. An amazing trainer he was too. Boziik was eventually so skilled that he was close to being a master of murder. The only setback he had was his low intelligence and large bulkiness, which affected his stealth greatly. One day, Keizaal was assassinated by the son of one of the men that he had killed. A note was left by the murderer that said,
"Dear whoever is reading this,
I am the murderer of Keizaal. Do not attempt to find me. I am a man that should not be trifled with. I have the ability to kill a man in under 10 seconds using only my left hand. You will never find me. I am like air. You know my existence, but you can never see me. If the reader of this letter is concerned as to why I committed this murder then I shall elaborate. Briefly. Keizaal was a horrible man. He has brought death among many people. Including my father. He deserved his death. So do not attempt to find me. You'll never know who and where I am either way. Goodbye.
Signed,
Brenton Zent
Boziik now sets out to kill Zent, the man that had assassinated Keizaal while trying to make new friends to overcome his everlasting loneliness. He also gets paid to kill anyone that he is requested to murder in.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? All of them are dead. How old is your character? 27 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Boziik is extremely well built. He's 7 feet and a half. He is stronger than any other being in the world. His eyes and the rest of his upper face are never seen because of his hood. His robes cover all of his body. His clothing is all black except his dark red belt. How does your character act? His low intelligence makes his speech a bit difficult and likes to pick fights with tiny things Character's occupation: Traveller Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Keizaal taught Boziik how to read, although he has trouble. Boziik never could write though. Too difficult. Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:Extremely strong, and partially good at stealth. Although he has trouble and often trips up and gets spotted easily. He is also good with hard labor Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders. He HATES spiders. Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP):
Boziik looked down at the letter. The words written across the paper were written by hand. By the hand of a killer, the killer of his master. A single tear ran down his cheek, stinging one of the cuts under his eye. A ball of crumpled paper flew across the room into the wall. Boziik's fist smashed the ground with a loud THUD and a roar of anger was let out. Shaking the whole Sanctuary. Boziik trembled with anger his hand glided slowly towards his left thigh. His blade was unsheathed with a faint "shiiiink" sound. Boziik knew that he would rip off Zent's head and smash it to tiny pieces. He would show no mercy. Provide an image of your character's skin:
Out of Character
MineCraft account name: xThundercatx
Country of Residence and Time Zone: US, Central
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? I would define Roleplaying as well, playing a role. You are acting, your mindset is that of your character and you react to situations as your character would not as you would. Yes, I have RP experience in EVE Online, playing diplomacy RP maps in Starcaft Brood War, Whenever i play a game like X3 Terran Conflict or Skyrim I always respond and act in a way I think my character would. Various RPing experiences in EUIII and on Nationstates.
What is your reason for applying to this server? It is well thought out and detailed. Also I love the sci-fi mix with post apocalyptic world.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Nope.
Do you agree with our rules? **** yo **** I got a mustache (yes)
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes.
In Character
Character name: Lance "Hawk" Hawthorne
What is your character's race?: Human
Your character's story so far: Lance "Hawk" Hawthorne is, for the most part, a loner. That isn't to say he doesn't enjoy socializing with other people, in fact the opposite is quite true. Growing up he had many friends that he played and hung out with, always being one of the "popular kids". His personality attracted the people around him to him. He was funny, smart, opinionated, and was a real straight shooter. At the age of 7 he found out his father was dead. His father had been a seeker, scouring the lands far and wide for artifacts and pieces of technology that would better their chances for survival. He idolized his father, his dream was to become a seeker just like him. To find amazing ancient pieces of technology that would help keep their city safe. However his attitude and positive outlook on life took a turn for the worst when his mother died when he was only 14. The small city of rag tag survivors had been in a stage of relative peace for the past few years, tensions relaxed, people let their guard down, and then BAM. Tragedy struck, a ground of rouge securo-bots had been wandering the nearby area when they followed a trail leading back to the city. Lance's mother had been outside the city walls with about 10 other people working on some crops they had planted, they were all killed by the securo-bots before they could be driven off by the city guards. Lance became cynical, his mother was the only real family he had left, so when she died he was devastated. He didn't make any effort to socialize with others or to accomplish anything. A couple who had been friends with Lance's parents took him in, the husband taught him how to read and write, having a library in their basement filled with history books and works of fiction, Lance spent most of his time down there for the next year and a half. He slowly began to come out of his shell, his foster parents didn't force him to do anything and they let him heal at his own pace. Then when he turned 17 he began going out hunting with Scott (husband of the couple who took him in) and a group of other men from the town. He loved going out exploring and adventuring, all the time spent reading those books filled his head with ideas and dreams. He wanted to leave the town, that was for sure. He just wasn't meant for the small town, he wanted to experience life on his own and do something big. By the time he turned 21 he left the small town of Norwalk and went off to do what he felt he was meant to do. What exactly that was he didn't even know, but it'd be something big that was for sure. Now he is 24, 3 years have past on his arduous journey, he is a changed man. Shedding his cynical view of the world, his old glass half full spirit from when he was a child has returned. He has visited many places, seen some atrocious and beautiful things. However he still has not found out exactly what he is meant to do, it'll just take time.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Parents are both dead, started off traveling alone but in his travels he came across a lone wolf scavenging around in the forest, looking lost and confused. He gave it some extra food he had in his backpack and cared for a wound it had in its side. Nothing life threatening, but the wound could get infected and it was clearly causing him pain. He waited with the wolf for about a day, earning its trust but keeping at a distance. Finally the wolf warmed up to him and allowed him to dress and patch up the wound. The wolf began following him, and is currently his only constant companion.
How old is your character? 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? White, somewhat tan, 5 O'clock shadow most of the time, never quite growing out to a beard before shaven. He is about 6'1, slightly stronger than the average as his travels have honed his muscles and instincts. He is agile in his reflexes, however he isn't super fast by any means.
How does your character act? Positive, he always has something to say about everything, and he is quite the smart-aleck. He is very down to earth and runs into trouble occasionally due to being somewhat of a "White-Knight".
Character's occupation: Adventurer/Seeker. Looking for a purpose.
Does your character have an education? He can read and write, loves reading about ancient history and science fiction novels. Since he left Norwalk he hasn't come across many books but when he does he saves them.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Critical thinking is his strong suit, he isn't the strongest or fastest person out there but he loves solving puzzles and problems and does so at great speed.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Losing his only friend and companion Nova (the wolf) and dying without a purpose or accomplishing anything. Also he hates securo-bots and other robotic beings that are out to destroy humanity due to what they did to his mother.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): Lance stood there in shock. A blank look came across his face, almost like he had been lobotomized. His brain wouldn't process it, couldn't process it. His mother, the one person he knew he could count on in this world, was dead. Tears began to run down his face but he just stood there. People were yelling, causing a scene, and panicking. Guards were trying to calm people down as they had fended off the securo-bots. Through all of this he just stood there, staring at his mothers dead body, tears strolling down his face. In his mind he couldn't think, thoughts were hazy and confused, because if he was thinking straight he'd have to come to the realization that she was dead, and he just couldn't handle that at this moment.
Provide an image of your character's skin: it is slightly (very slightly) different than this one, If it doesn't seem appropriate I can change it.
It will even go better when you get it updated to 1.1 :smile.gif:
Alright you win, I will talk to the admin about switching to 1.1.
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[Out of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
http://www.google.co...G3qZWkAw&zoom=1
"**** yo ****, i got a mustache"
That's fine. It suits the feel of the server better.
Mingloler
Kleigh
IP is on the front page directly under the RP status.
[Out of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
http://www.google.co...G3qZWkAw&zoom=1
"**** yo ****, i got a mustache"
The server is not up right now. The admin is fixing plugins and certain bugs.
REMOVED:
Dogwhisper (error messages in the log)
ADDED:
/sethome command to set respawn
Sunburn
Chaircraft
ALTERED:
Fixed bandage bug
MAYBE have fixed mcmmo bug
Gave moderator permissions
please check my application or tell my why you arent
[Out of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in real life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Yarslov
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
Your character's story so far: My character is a nomad moving place to place he is a you 17 year old boy he was born in a small house right after the year 2431 on july 3 he was left alone right after he had his surgery for his lung failure due to radiation poisoning of the nuclear apocalypse leaving him in a black body respirator for the rest of his life when he was born because of the crisis the doctors had told them (his lung being collapsed) they also said the procedure would cost a lot because of the lack of supplies the family had no choice but to sell the home and borrow money from a loan-shark for the procedure for him to have his lung fixed with the body suit so then his dad having lost almost everything from financial crisis had to find a way to make money. But his dad fell into a life of drinking and alcohol and wasted away his time with beer instead of his family when the loan-sharks heard of this they immediately went after his family and killed them but their mother decided to send their son to a well known friend who could watch over little yarslov.
As time passed he needed something to do besides learn simple reading and writing with his foster mom so he learned to use his body-suit to study engineering and learn to build almost killing himself he tried to deconstruct the reconstruct his body suit just for science. He learned how to filter the effect of radiation out of water by modifying his suit. He later also learned that the friend of his mom who was watching him had a husband who had a husband who helped construct cities for rulers and she told him stories of the wonderful things he built. This inspired yarslov to try even harder. One day while he was out exploring and building he heard a loud bang coming from his house in the distance he rushed home to see what had happened and then found that bandits had attacked and killed his "mom". Devastated and filled with memories that would haunt him he decided to leave and never return. This is when he started his life as a nomad. Now he is a 17 year old boy who wanders around the terrible barren nuclear apocalypse landscape looking for a reason to build looking for something to get his mind of of the terrible things he has seen...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? My character met a friend as a nomad and has never seen him since.
How old is your character? My character is 17 years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? My character has a body suit that keeps him alive it is a black and white color.
How does your character act? My character is a innovative character alway trying to find better and new ways to do things. He is friendly towards people but shy towatrds unknown people. And very agressive when attacked or faced with an enemy in a fight.
Character's occupation: My character is a architect who builds small complex buildings to be innovative to make life easier for the people around him.
Does your character have an education? My character learned to read and write a little when he was being fostered till he turned 17 then had his foster mom killed.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: My character has the ability to see structures in way that other people cant this enables him to be more creative when he builds and creates structures. This is why my character is a builder.
Does your character hate or fear anything? My character hates the fact that other people take their life for granted and mistreat themselves or others.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): My character feels pain when he encounters people attacking old ladies of the sight of elderly people in pain because of the killing of his real and foster parents. Also my character feels anger and pain when he see's a great structure get destroyed.
Another thing that causes my character great pain is when he is forced to either hurt or kill someone because of all the violence in my characters life my character hates to be forced to make the decisions and have to chose the fate for himself or someone else. This was caused when he chose to leave his house to explore and build and then when he left the bandits attacked his foster mom when he knew he could of protected her and now he is in fear of making a choice that may be wrong and could possibly be the indirect cause of the death of someone he cares about
Because this happened to my character it is hard for him to take out a job in many places because of the amount of decisions and any high ranked positions he gets he immediately fails out of due to his lack of decision making skills.
Also he experiences frustration when he is building and it breaks on him this is because of the lack of tolerance he had from both his families so he never learned to tolerate mistakes or breaks in the things he builds so he has been known to undergo a strong pain fro this.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
http://www.google.co...G3qZWkAw&zoom=1
"**** yo ****, i got a mustache"
Double Denied. Be patient stop spamming. Your back story still seems like it happened before all hell broke loose. Also your still a builder... I didn't mean reword it to make it sound better, I meant pick a better job.
Put dialogue in your RP example it makes it better.
it happened after all hell broke loose because their are bandits and radition and this is relly annoying
ut of Character
MineCraft account name:Smiker77
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Eastern standard time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is experiencing something in a new way it is treating a game as you would in rel life or acting as if you were someone else. RP games i've played skyrim Gta
What is your reason for applying to this server? A lot of my friends have joined this server and i would like to be able to hang out with them over mine craft.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes because my application wasn't good enough.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes a agree with no hacking and cheating especially because if you do its not roleplaying.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes it seems that it wouldn't make sense not to.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Jason
What is your character's race?: My characters race is human
-Biography: "Push, Jessica! Push! The doctor says there's another coming!" Those would be the words from the posh man's mouth, were he not about to vomit from the sight. So disgusting. Instead, the doctor tended to the pregnant mother, who was spouting off curses she herself swore she would never say. The first baby was squeezed out, a beautiful little girl, and the second, a chubby...Not so beautiful boy. They were twins.
Fast forward five years, and they were both given their PIA's. "What's this?" The little girl asked The father turned to his darling little girl. "It's called a Personal Item Assistance device. You can call it P.I.A., for short." The girl smiled. "I'm going to go show this to my friends!" She skipped off, while the boy, now skinnier, stayed still, peering at the device attached to his arm. "How does this thing work?” His father raised a newspaper to his face, it said “Haven times.” He absentmindedly spoke to his son “Figure it out for yourself.” Jason looked down. “You never tell me how things work...Big meanie.” His father dropped the newspaper, and he hit his son. "Be quiet, and you never insult your elders. Ever." Jason ran off, crying, to his best and only friend. An old and vulgar man, called George. To get there, he had to duck through a few adults, trying to see why he was crying. He burst through the doors of his friend. "My...My daddy..." the boy could barely speak in between sobs. "There, there," George patted him on the back. "Your dad's a ****ing idiot, anyways. What does he know. Oh, and I almost forgot! I have a present for you." yarslov stopped crying, and looked hopeful. George chuckled, and handed him a gas mask. "Happy birthday." Jason puzzled over the device. "It's too big!" He exclaimed, with a muffled voice, as he had tried to slip on the mask. "It's for when you're older."
Another five years, and Jason begins to resent his father more. He had always noticed that his dad kept something he called a “Workbench” Which he seemed to connect to his P.I.A., Then it shook a little, and spat out tools, and weapons. Jason swore he would get the device. The plan was simple, he would have his little sister, the gullible idiot she was, wait at the living room for her father, who would inevitably try to find her. While they were celebrating, Jason would shuffle off to his father’s den, and take the workbench. He explained the plan to George, who chuckled. “You don’t like it?” The puzzled child asked. George ceased his chuckling. “No, I love it. But one thing, you need some back up, to make sure your dad doesn’t catch you while you get the workbench.” George smiled, and then Jason smiled. They knew what would happen, now. George would act is if he were visiting to watch Jason, while he pilfered the workbench.
The next day, they set the plan into motion. Jason walked up the stairs, clutching to the broken handrail, skipping his hand over the gaps. Once he reached his sister’s door, he knocked, and she opened the door to her heavily pink and fluffy room “Oh, hi brother! What do you want?” Jason pointed down the stairs. “Dad’s waiting for you down there.” He said it in a burdened way, the way he would say it under any normal circumstance. He was a pretty good actor. As Jamie ran down the stairs, full of glee, the doorbell rang, and Jason rushed down to answer it, just barely intercepting his father. George stepped into the room, and began speaking to Jason’s father while Jason wandered off. “Oh, why hello, George,” He spat out the word “George” Like he was spitting out poison. “What ever could you want?”
“Just wanna watch your kid. We’ll just have some good, clean fun.”
“No curses?”
“No curses.”
James sighed, and let George in. The old man looked around, before wandering down the hall, going down a corner, out of sight. He met up with Jason, already at the door for his father’s study. “I can’t open it!” Jason was trying to force the door open, and George pushed him aside. “Let me show you how you take care of locked doors.” He pulled a bobby pin from out of his coat, which was old and stained. He put it into the door, and within a few minutes, and audible “Click” Was heard. Jason could see the workbench already, and began to rush in. George could barely stop him, as he tripped over a fallen pipe, crushing it, and falling right on his nose. “Oh, oh no. Are you okay, Jase?” George held up Jason, hoping his pet name would cheer him up. “I’m okay, just a little- OH MY GOD MY NOSE IS BLEEDING!” The shout caused Jason’s father to stop lifting and swinging his daughter, and to set her down, telling her he had business to do. Upon seeing his smashed pipe, George holding a nose bleeding Jason, and his door open despite being locked, he took out his firearm quick as lightening. “What did you do?!” He pointed the firearm at George, who immediately set Jason down, who went running away. “Nothing, your kid just tripped...” James brought the firearm to the old man’s heart, and began an inevitably long scolding. “You picked the lock to my door, or taught my son how, and THEN-” When he began to shout, he accidentally squeezed the trigger. The arrow went through the old man, and James dropped his firearm. The kids ran in after the noise the gun made, and stopped. James looked them over. “This never happened. Never.” Jason began to cry. He sat and cried for the entirety of the time that Jamie and James dug George’s body up. They spread the lie that he was killed by a raider, so they buried him in good will. Jason swore he would never speak to his father after that.
And five years later, he kept that. He now lived in George’s scrap shack, as the old man frequently called it. He was simply sitting, making drugs to sell to an addict in the town, when suddenly, his sister bursted in. “Dad wants to see you.”
“Dad can go **** himself.”
“Jason, why do you have to be like this? What’s so wrong about dad?”
“He KILLED my friend.”
“It was an accident!”
“Accidents have started ****ing wars.”
“This is not a war, it’s your father.”
Jason got up from his seat violently, powder spilling everywhere. He looked his sister right in the eyes. “My ****ing father is an idiot, and not at all a gentleman. He only does that **** to get laid at this point. Chivalry's ****ing dead, and he should accept that. Now get out of my house, or I will ****ing...”
His sister glared at him.
“You’ll ****ing what?”
“I’ll run. Hell, I’ll run even if you do go. I’m tired of this little stuffy town.”
“You are IMPOSSIBLE!” Jamie stormed out.
Jason really did leave, but came back five years later, after some wasteland shenanigans. More on that later.
-Character Family: Sister: Jamie J. Jaman. A well behaved little girl. She never did anything wrong. Jason's opinion: She's a brainwashed idiot. Father: James J. Jaman. He hit Jason constantly, only in private, however. Everywhere else, he exuded an air of class. Mother: Jessica H. Jaman. She took the last name of her husband when married, but her middle initial wasn't a j. Damn. Her personality was great, and she was a beautiful woman. She was loved by all in the town. Literally. She was a cheating *****. James divorced her after he found out his children weren't his. She kept the last name. But, we haven’t seen a scene with her yet, have we? Well, that changes now.
“What do you mean the children aren’t mine?!”
Jessica pushed some of her blonde long hair behind one of her ears. “You heard me, James.”
“How could you do this? Why?”
“Well, I was kind of already knocked up when you came along, and well, I didn’t want to tell ya, ya seemed so fancy.”
“REALLY?! REALLY!” James slapped Jessica. She froze, and grabbed James by the collar.
“If ya ever EVER hit me again, I will make sure ya ****in’ regret it, you got it.” James whimpered out a “Y-yes.” She dropped him, and strode off, flipping James the bird, while going to a significantly younger than her male.
-Character Age: 20
-Character Appearance: Buzz cut, wearing jeans, a sash, with a gold button. He also fashioned shoulder plates out of scrap metal, but he frequently removes them for better armor. His jeans are torn, and somehow he hasn't gotten an infection from the wound there. He wears a red shirt, and a gas mask, but it's old and frequently breaks, leaking in radiation. He only wears it so nobody can see him cry, should it ever happen. And occasionally, if he ever, EVER gets the urge...He wears, well....A suit. It’s red, and striped. He hated the suit when he got it first, but he always secretly liked it. He especially liked the gold cuff-links on it.
-Character Personality:: He's cold and uncaring, even to his friends. He's also vulgar, and most likely will never find friends to be uncaring to. But, occasionally, he will show a warm side, but only to those he likes. Example of coldness: Jason walked through the wastes, fighting off mutants, when he came to someone being attacked by a large group of the beasts. The bystander shouted and begged for help, but Jason simply bludgeoned the mutant he was fighting to death, and ran from the zombies attacking the bystander. They might fight him if he tried to help.
-Occupation: Trader. Here’s the story how: Jason sat with George, precisely on his seventh birthday. “What are you giving me for my birthday today, Georgie?” Jason also had a pet name for George. It was kind of cute. “Well, what can you do?” Jason sat and thought for a moment, pondering... “I don’t know, can you ask me a few questions?”
-Can your character read or write?: “Can you read, boy?” Jason nodded. “How about writing?” He nodded again. The old man chuckled. “You’re lucky. Back in my day, none of us could read or write. We were just stuck with diggin’ holes in the ground, and stealin’. But it was a good life. Oh, speakin’ of diggin’ holes in the ground...”
Does your character have any special skills?: George walked into his home, and motioned for Jason to follow. George pulled out some thick bamboo-like plants, some powder, and some water. “Now, never show your dad you know how to do this. He’ll ****in’ kill you.” George starts skinning the bamboo plants. “Alright, so you use the skin of these plants to wrap around this powder. But we have to make it addictive, so it sells good. Fastest way to do that, is to mix the water with the powder. Normally this is just sugar, but the chemicals in the water and the powder mix, and end up making it really ****in’ addictive. But I’ve never had any of the ****, so I wouldn’t know. Oh, that brings up a point. Never, EVER have any of this stuff. You’ll get hooked.” Jason nodded. “So, you can’t fight, you can’t mine, you can’t farm, you can read and write, and now you can make drugs. You should be a trader, kid. Here’s some gold to get you started.” George handed Jason ten bars of gold. “Only use those to INVEST in things here at the town, okay? Don’t buy any ****in’ candy, or something.” Jason ran off saying “Okay!”
-Character Fears: Jason was walking by, on his way to his town, when he saw a radiation patch. A cube formed from the radiation, and he stared. The block jumped closer and closer to him, it looked pretty cute. Until it hit him. He immediately felt the radiation flow into the cut it managed to cause. It rammed against him again and again. Eventually, he blacked out from the radiation, and found a doctor tending to him. He sat up, and the doctor forced him down. “You need to rest for a week, alright?” Jason tried to fight against it, but found he couldn’t form words, and promptly blacked out again. After that, he’s been afraid of slimes and radiation.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Jason was stumbling out of the town that he had been brought into after his slime incident, after visiting a store for some supplies, and an emergency weapon. when he bumped into a gang member in white blood stained clothes. The gang member immediately put his firearm to Jason’s head. Jason flung his arms into the air. “You new here? Because no one who’s lived here a good amount would EVER think of bumping into the Lords.” Jason muttered “****ing idiot...” The gang member pushed the firearm closer into Jason’s head. “What was that?” Jason spoke up. “I said, ****ing...” He pulled back his leg. “IDIOT!” He swung his leg into the gang member’s crotch. Naturally, the gang member fell down, but tried to shoot Jason before he fell. But his accuracy messed up, and he ended up shooting him in the arm. Jason also fell, and they both ended up squirming around cursing. Jason forced himself up, and ran as fast as he could from the gang member, and hid behind a building, and pulled the arrow out. The Lord member shouted in a high voice, “Go get ‘em, boys!” He honestly didn’t sound as menacing in speech as he did in text, but still, a group of bloodstained white clothes wearing gang members ran at the building Jason was sheltered behind. He tried to think quick, and ran out, and threw up his arms. “I can make you the best ****ing drugs in town!” The gang members stopped. “Drugs?” One said. They started talking amongst each other. While they discussed the situation, Jason ran. “HE’S GETTING AWAY YOU IDIOTS!” Their leader shouted to them, and they immediately ran after Jason, firing their firearms. He dodged arrows as best he could, and eventually, hid behind a tree. He pulled out a cluster of TNT held together with tape he had recently purchased. He didn’t think he would use it so fast, but here he was, lighting it on fire. Or at least, trying. His lighter flicked on quickly, then off. He peered from the tree, the men were advancing. He kept trying to flick it on. “Come on...Come ooon...THERE!” He lit the dynamite on fire, and ran out again. He was starting to get tired, panting, and once the fuses were all almost down, he threw it at the group. They scattered once the explosive was there, but the vast majority of them were too late, and they were taken down. Jason walked over to their bodies, and spat on them. “Don’t **** with me, assholes.” He went on his marry way, after looting them, of course.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
http://www.google.co...G3qZWkAw&zoom=1
"**** yo ****, i got a mustache"
Accepted. There you go much better.
MineCraft account name: hardcoreelement
Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States Eastern
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is when a person pretends to be a fictional character that is most likely created through the process of imagination. No past roleplaying experience.
What is your reason for applying to this server? The server looks interesting.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Never
Do you agree with our rules? Yes
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes Ma'am
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Boziik Dalmore
What is your character's race?: Human
Your character's story so far:
Boziik was born in a city that goes by the name of Hokoron. Boziik was dropped at birth because of the doctor's use of "Gloves of Butter" (Made in China). Of course, Boziik's mother Feyn was very displeased, along with Krah. Boziik's father. They both murdered the doctor in agonizing anger. After realizing the crime they committed they picked up Boziik from the floor and fled from the scene before anyone could see the crime they had committed. Eventually investigators were able to depict and understand who the murderers were. Assassins and hired thugs were sent after the family so that they could be brought in to justice, tortured, murdered and then thrown in to a pit of cow manure.
Feyn and Krah were able to forge a cave in the side of the mountain that was near the town so that they could purchase required food to feed themselves and their just born son Boziik. After a few months of raising their son though, they realized something was very wrong. Boziik had a horrible mental disability. He had trouble with speech. Even after a few years, when Boziik was taught new words, he would always have trouble linking them together to make understandable sentences. years passed, Boziik was 12. He was extremely powerful and strong. This was because of the hard labor that Boziik always performed at the end of the day, ending up in him being stronger than the average human being. Sadly, his intelligence always brought him down and made people keep distant from him. One day, a disease spread out through the whole city. Everyone in the city had acquired the disease. Inside the city, the disease was given a name that anyone outside of the city never understood. The horrible disease's name was STDs. Even to this day no one that didn't live in Hokoron understood what the name meant and how it was given. Boziik never obtained the disease though, it was believed that because of his forever alone status, the disease would never have been able to reach him. Sadly, the luck that Boziik had didn't last. One day Boziik came back home to the cave after a day of hard work to see that his parents were on the floor. The disease had brought them an immediate death. Horrified and shocked Boziik ran as far as he could from Hokoron hoping to never see it again with the thought of his parent's death.
After a week of traveling Boziik was being pursued from all over the world. Assassin's and thugs all wanted his head on top of their fireplace. The only reason that this has happened was because of an accidental murder that Boziik had committed. A worldwide famous prostitute. That was the one that suffered the death. This was a display for Boziik though that he was not able to control his huge amount of strength at all. Only few people knew that Boziik was innocent and that he only wanted to hug the prostitute and accidentally squished her too hard making her explode in millions of bits, pieces and organs from the once standing female. One day while traveling, a man came up to Boziik. He was holding a blade in his right hand. Boziik immediately realized and started backing up. Upon examining the man , he realized the man's name was Keizaal (there was a nametag above his chest) Keizaal was paid to finally kill Boziik and to sell his skin as clothing to the poor. Before killing Boziik though, Keizaal eventually realized that Boziik had a strange mental problem. He also figured out that he was not able to control his own strength. A conclusion was made by Keizaal that Boziik was innocent and had not meant to murder the famous prostitute. Keizaal took him in, trained Boziik and gave him appropriate clothing for the element of stealth and silence. An amazing trainer he was too. Boziik was eventually so skilled that he was close to being a master of murder. The only setback he had was his low intelligence and large bulkiness, which affected his stealth greatly. One day, Keizaal was assassinated by the son of one of the men that he had killed. A note was left by the murderer that said,
"Dear whoever is reading this,
I am the murderer of Keizaal. Do not attempt to find me. I am a man that should not be trifled with. I have the ability to kill a man in under 10 seconds using only my left hand. You will never find me. I am like air. You know my existence, but you can never see me. If the reader of this letter is concerned as to why I committed this murder then I shall elaborate. Briefly. Keizaal was a horrible man. He has brought death among many people. Including my father. He deserved his death. So do not attempt to find me. You'll never know who and where I am either way. Goodbye.
Signed,
Brenton Zent
Boziik now sets out to kill Zent, the man that had assassinated Keizaal while trying to make new friends to overcome his everlasting loneliness. He also gets paid to kill anyone that he is requested to murder in.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? All of them are dead.
How old is your character? 27
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Boziik is extremely well built. He's 7 feet and a half. He is stronger than any other being in the world. His eyes and the rest of his upper face are never seen because of his hood. His robes cover all of his body. His clothing is all black except his dark red belt.
How does your character act? His low intelligence makes his speech a bit difficult and likes to pick fights with tiny things
Character's occupation: Traveller
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Keizaal taught Boziik how to read, although he has trouble. Boziik never could write though. Too difficult.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:Extremely strong, and partially good at stealth. Although he has trouble and often trips up and gets spotted easily. He is also good with hard labor
Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders. He HATES spiders.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP):
Boziik looked down at the letter. The words written across the paper were written by hand. By the hand of a killer, the killer of his master. A single tear ran down his cheek, stinging one of the cuts under his eye. A ball of crumpled paper flew across the room into the wall. Boziik's fist smashed the ground with a loud THUD and a roar of anger was let out. Shaking the whole Sanctuary. Boziik trembled with anger his hand glided slowly towards his left thigh. His blade was unsheathed with a faint "shiiiink" sound. Boziik knew that he would rip off Zent's head and smash it to tiny pieces. He would show no mercy.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
**** yo **** I've got a mustache
I'm sorry, but you have been denied. I will give you some credible reasons.
1. First of all, this app still is too comical. I'm sorry, but STDs and Forever alone status will not work for the app. You can still shoot the bull in OOC though. For you app though, it has to be serious.
2. In terms of substance, you background and RP example is still very good. Take out the funny and you will be accepted. Replace cow manure with mud perhaps.
3. You are very close to being accepted.
MineCraft account name: hardcoreelement
Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States Eastern
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplaying is when a person pretends to be a fictional character that is most likely created through the process of imagination. No past roleplaying experience.
What is your reason for applying to this server? The server looks interesting.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Never
Do you agree with our rules? Yes
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yes Ma'am
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Boziik Dalmore
What is your character's race?: Human
Your character's story so far:
Boziik was born in a city that goes by the name of Hokoron. Boziik was dropped at birth because of the doctor's use of "Gloves of Butter" (Made in China). Of course, Boziik's mother Feyn was very displeased, along with Krah. Boziik's father. They both murdered the doctor in agonizing anger. After realizing the crime they committed they picked up Boziik from the floor and fled from the scene before anyone could see the crime they had committed. Eventually investigators were able to depict and understand who the murderers were. Assassins and hired thugs were sent after the family so that they could be brought in to justice, tortured, murdered and then thrown in to a bottomless pit.
Feyn and Krah were able to forge a cave in the side of the mountain that was near the town so that they could purchase required food to feed themselves and their just born son Boziik. After a few months of raising their son though, they realized something was very wrong. Boziik had a horrible mental disability. He had trouble with speech. Even after a few years, when Boziik was taught new words, he would always have trouble linking them together to make understandable sentences. years passed, Boziik was 12. He was extremely powerful and strong. This was because of the hard labor that Boziik always performed at the end of the day, ending up in him being stronger than the average human being. Sadly, his intelligence always brought him down and made people keep distant from him. One day, a disease spread out through the whole city. Even to this day though, no one knew what this disease actually was. Boziik never obtained the disease though, it was believed to be so because of his social issues, the disease would never have been able to reach him if no one ever wanted to go near him because of his stupidity. Sadly, the luck that Boziik had didn't last. One day Boziik came back home to the cave after a day of hard work to see that his parents were on the floor. The disease had brought them an immediate death. Horrified and shocked Boziik ran as far as he could from Hokoron hoping to never see it again with the thought of his parent's death.
After a week of traveling Boziik was being pursued from all over the world. Assassin's and thugs all wanted his head on top of their fireplace. The only reason that this has happened was because of an accidental murder that Boziik had committed. A worldwide famous prostitute. That was the one that suffered the death. This was a display for Boziik though that he was not able to control his huge amount of strength at all. Only few people knew that Boziik was innocent and that he only wanted to hug the prostitute and accidentally squished her too hard making her explode in millions of bits, pieces and organs from the once standing female. One day while traveling, a man came up to Boziik. He was holding a blade in his right hand. Boziik immediately realized and started backing up. Upon examining the man , he realized the man's name was Keizaal (there was a nametag above his chest) Keizaal was paid to finally kill Boziik and to sell his skin as clothing to the poor. Before killing Boziik though, Keizaal eventually realized that Boziik had a strange mental problem. He also figured out that he was not able to control his own strength. A conclusion was made by Keizaal that Boziik was innocent and had not meant to murder the famous prostitute. Keizaal took him in, trained Boziik and gave him appropriate clothing for the element of stealth and silence. An amazing trainer he was too. Boziik was eventually so skilled that he was close to being a master of murder. The only setback he had was his low intelligence and large bulkiness, which affected his stealth greatly. One day, Keizaal was assassinated by the son of one of the men that he had killed. A note was left by the murderer that said,
"Dear whoever is reading this,
I am the murderer of Keizaal. Do not attempt to find me. I am a man that should not be trifled with. I have the ability to kill a man in under 10 seconds using only my left hand. You will never find me. I am like air. You know my existence, but you can never see me. If the reader of this letter is concerned as to why I committed this murder then I shall elaborate. Briefly. Keizaal was a horrible man. He has brought death among many people. Including my father. He deserved his death. So do not attempt to find me. You'll never know who and where I am either way. Goodbye.
Signed,
Brenton Zent
Boziik now sets out to kill Zent, the man that had assassinated Keizaal while trying to make new friends to overcome his everlasting loneliness. He also gets paid to kill anyone that he is requested to murder in.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? All of them are dead.
How old is your character? 27
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Boziik is extremely well built. He's 7 feet and a half. He is stronger than any other being in the world. His eyes and the rest of his upper face are never seen because of his hood. His robes cover all of his body. His clothing is all black except his dark red belt.
How does your character act? His low intelligence makes his speech a bit difficult and likes to pick fights with tiny things
Character's occupation: Traveller
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Keizaal taught Boziik how to read, although he has trouble. Boziik never could write though. Too difficult.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:Extremely strong, and partially good at stealth. Although he has trouble and often trips up and gets spotted easily. He is also good with hard labor
Does your character hate or fear anything? Spiders. He HATES spiders.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP):
Boziik looked down at the letter. The words written across the paper were written by hand. By the hand of a killer, the killer of his master. A single tear ran down his cheek, stinging one of the cuts under his eye. A ball of crumpled paper flew across the room into the wall. Boziik's fist smashed the ground with a loud THUD and a roar of anger was let out. Shaking the whole Sanctuary. Boziik trembled with anger his hand glided slowly towards his left thigh. His blade was unsheathed with a faint "shiiiink" sound. Boziik knew that he would rip off Zent's head and smash it to tiny pieces. He would show no mercy.
Provide an image of your character's skin:
**** yo **** I've got a mustache
MineCraft account name: xThundercatx
Country of Residence and Time Zone: US, Central
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? I would define Roleplaying as well, playing a role. You are acting, your mindset is that of your character and you react to situations as your character would not as you would. Yes, I have RP experience in EVE Online, playing diplomacy RP maps in Starcaft Brood War, Whenever i play a game like X3 Terran Conflict or Skyrim I always respond and act in a way I think my character would. Various RPing experiences in EUIII and on Nationstates.
What is your reason for applying to this server? It is well thought out and detailed. Also I love the sci-fi mix with post apocalyptic world.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Nope.
Do you agree with our rules? **** yo **** I got a mustache (yes)
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes.
In Character
Character name: Lance "Hawk" Hawthorne
What is your character's race?: Human
Your character's story so far: Lance "Hawk" Hawthorne is, for the most part, a loner. That isn't to say he doesn't enjoy socializing with other people, in fact the opposite is quite true. Growing up he had many friends that he played and hung out with, always being one of the "popular kids". His personality attracted the people around him to him. He was funny, smart, opinionated, and was a real straight shooter. At the age of 7 he found out his father was dead. His father had been a seeker, scouring the lands far and wide for artifacts and pieces of technology that would better their chances for survival. He idolized his father, his dream was to become a seeker just like him. To find amazing ancient pieces of technology that would help keep their city safe. However his attitude and positive outlook on life took a turn for the worst when his mother died when he was only 14. The small city of rag tag survivors had been in a stage of relative peace for the past few years, tensions relaxed, people let their guard down, and then BAM. Tragedy struck, a ground of rouge securo-bots had been wandering the nearby area when they followed a trail leading back to the city. Lance's mother had been outside the city walls with about 10 other people working on some crops they had planted, they were all killed by the securo-bots before they could be driven off by the city guards. Lance became cynical, his mother was the only real family he had left, so when she died he was devastated. He didn't make any effort to socialize with others or to accomplish anything. A couple who had been friends with Lance's parents took him in, the husband taught him how to read and write, having a library in their basement filled with history books and works of fiction, Lance spent most of his time down there for the next year and a half. He slowly began to come out of his shell, his foster parents didn't force him to do anything and they let him heal at his own pace. Then when he turned 17 he began going out hunting with Scott (husband of the couple who took him in) and a group of other men from the town. He loved going out exploring and adventuring, all the time spent reading those books filled his head with ideas and dreams. He wanted to leave the town, that was for sure. He just wasn't meant for the small town, he wanted to experience life on his own and do something big. By the time he turned 21 he left the small town of Norwalk and went off to do what he felt he was meant to do. What exactly that was he didn't even know, but it'd be something big that was for sure. Now he is 24, 3 years have past on his arduous journey, he is a changed man. Shedding his cynical view of the world, his old glass half full spirit from when he was a child has returned. He has visited many places, seen some atrocious and beautiful things. However he still has not found out exactly what he is meant to do, it'll just take time.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Parents are both dead, started off traveling alone but in his travels he came across a lone wolf scavenging around in the forest, looking lost and confused. He gave it some extra food he had in his backpack and cared for a wound it had in its side. Nothing life threatening, but the wound could get infected and it was clearly causing him pain. He waited with the wolf for about a day, earning its trust but keeping at a distance. Finally the wolf warmed up to him and allowed him to dress and patch up the wound. The wolf began following him, and is currently his only constant companion.
How old is your character? 24
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? White, somewhat tan, 5 O'clock shadow most of the time, never quite growing out to a beard before shaven. He is about 6'1, slightly stronger than the average as his travels have honed his muscles and instincts. He is agile in his reflexes, however he isn't super fast by any means.
How does your character act? Positive, he always has something to say about everything, and he is quite the smart-aleck. He is very down to earth and runs into trouble occasionally due to being somewhat of a "White-Knight".
Character's occupation: Adventurer/Seeker. Looking for a purpose.
Does your character have an education? He can read and write, loves reading about ancient history and science fiction novels. Since he left Norwalk he hasn't come across many books but when he does he saves them.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Critical thinking is his strong suit, he isn't the strongest or fastest person out there but he loves solving puzzles and problems and does so at great speed.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Losing his only friend and companion Nova (the wolf) and dying without a purpose or accomplishing anything. Also he hates securo-bots and other robotic beings that are out to destroy humanity due to what they did to his mother.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP): Lance stood there in shock. A blank look came across his face, almost like he had been lobotomized. His brain wouldn't process it, couldn't process it. His mother, the one person he knew he could count on in this world, was dead. Tears began to run down his face but he just stood there. People were yelling, causing a scene, and panicking. Guards were trying to calm people down as they had fended off the securo-bots. Through all of this he just stood there, staring at his mothers dead body, tears strolling down his face. In his mind he couldn't think, thoughts were hazy and confused, because if he was thinking straight he'd have to come to the realization that she was dead, and he just couldn't handle that at this moment.
Provide an image of your character's skin: it is slightly (very slightly) different than this one, If it doesn't seem appropriate I can change it.