Story
You are on a plane, heading for a tropical island. After getting on the plane, you decide to sleep, as the trip is supposed to be a long one. You are awoken to a dinging sound. "Attention, passengers. We are experiencing some odd turbulence, so, please fasten your seat belts at this time." You shrug, and ignore the pilots order, and go back to sleep. *DING* There it is again. Though, this time when you wake up, the passengers around you look worried. "Th- no-sur-. Br- f- -pact!" Echoes throughout the plane, as an emergency light goes off, and the oxygen mask drops down in front of you. You put it on, but, remember you never did your seat belt earlier when the captain said. You try to fasten it, but it won't stay. Panicking, you look out your window. You are over the ocean, in the middle of a tropical storm. The plane is quickly losing altitude. You close your eyes, and wait for the sound of the plane hitting the water... But it never comes. Confused, you open your eyes. The plane, and the world around it have stopped moving. You stand up to see that most of the passengers are also frozen, though not all of them. Suddenly, a cloaked figure walks out of the captains cabin. He is holding a large timepiece, and a scythe. It is Death. He looks at you, and the other passengers. "It is not yet your time. I am here to give you a choice. You can die here, or..." He holds up the timepiece, and taps it. "Or... you can escape. Escape to a new world..." Some of the others sit down, but you decide to stay standing. The Reaper laughs, and closes the timepiece. "Very well then. Escape now, to the new world. Escape... To your shattered Reality." There is a bright flash. You hear the screams of the passengers, and the plane hitting the water, but all you can see is the white light. Everything is quiet for what seems like forever. But suddenly, you hear a thud.... a splash... or a rustling... The reapers voice echoes just before you open your eyes. "Welcome... to your Shattered Reality."
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Shattered reality is a realistic-minecraft RP. This means the RP will take place in a more realistic environment[aka, not blocky], but, will still contain many aspects of minecraft. The way the intro ended is that way so you can determine where you start- In a tree, in the ocean, or on the ground. Just like minecraft, night is dangerous, however, there will be wild animals that can attack during the day too. It also will start off as a free-for-all type of environment... People doing what is needed to survive... But once groups are made, roles will be assigned. Whether you want to find others at first, or collect supplies, is all up to you. Also, you should keep in mind that even though your character was from the present, they are now going to be in a more medieval time. And, remember too that you were on a plane, so, don't try to say that you had a gun on you. If I see that in anyone's application, and they don't automatically state it's a joke, they will be automatically rejected. [Now, if you read this, remember to put the pig smiley at the start of your application]
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First off... The players run the RP. While I am in charge of determining "major" situations and plot twists, you have power over what your character does in the situations.
OOC should be put into [ ], (( )), or other such things. Please do not put OOC text into things that are used IC, such as " ", ' ', * *.
Stay active. If you are not active, expect to be left behind. You can, however, ask me or a mod to take over your character for you if you expect to be gone for long periods of time, so as not to be left out.
Post at a moderate pace. We want you to be able to RP, but, don't go so fast that others can't keep up. Also in this category- If you are doing RP with more than two people, please wait for all members to reply before continuing. EX.
p1:Hi Joe, Bob! How are you doing?
p2:I'm doing good, how about yo- Oh no! Look out! A giant rock is rolling right towards us!
p1:Aah! Let's run!
p2:*Gets away safely* Phew. That was close.
p1:Yeah it was.
p3: [. . . I never even got to say hi.]
That's an example of a situation that sucks for players. [Albeit, not a very good example. =p] Now. This is how that should have gone.
p1:Hi Joe, Bob! How are you doing?
p2:I'm doing good, how about yo- Oh no! Look out! A giant rock is rolling right towards us!
p3:I'm good too. Wait, what?
p1:Aah! Let's run! *takes off running*
p2:*Follows* Hurry up Bob!
p3:*Follows the others*
p1: *Gets away safely* Phew! That was close!
p2: Yeah it was...
p3: Haha. I almost didn't make it out of there!
And that's how it SHOULD happen. Make sure everyone is involved when RPing with more than one other person.
KEEP IN MIND though, that if the third person doesn't post within a reasonable amount of time, you then are allowed to post. It is their responsibility to keep active. If they join your conversation and go away without warning, that is basically saying "I leave my characters fate to you." This does not mean that you can kill their character, but, if they come back and their character has a broken leg,, let that be a lesson to them.
Don't God-mod. That's it. If you are seen doing that, you will be placed on a warning list. If you are a repeated offender, you will have to face the power of Zeus. [AKA, I'll make lightning strike down from the heavens and reduce your character to ash.]
Do not be perfect. No character is perfect, besides mine. [ Just kidding, of course.] But, really. Make sure you give your character at least two flaws per exceptional ability. AKA. Bob can run extremely fast, but, because of this he is very lightweight, and has little upper body strength, as he only cares about his legs.
Only me and the mods can do "time warps." This doesn't mean you can't request one though. If it's reasonable, we'll probably accept it.
Dropping out of the RP is allowed, though, please post an ending post to the character you had. AKA, have them leave or die. If you want to come back to the RP after dropping out, you can, but... You must create a new character.
NEW CHARACTERS. If you dropped out or have died, you MAY create a new character, though, they CANNOT be anything like your original.
Do not post until you are accepted. If you post before your application is accepted, I won't even bother reading your application. Harsh? Yes. But if you read the rules, then that shouldn't happen.
Have good grammar. There will be slight exceptions to this if you do not speak English.
Forget the pig. Instead, put your answer to the question "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" somewhere in your application. Make sure it is in italics so it's noticeable.
:Flint:Be kind, courteous, and patient. If a player is replying slowly, or is doing something you don't like, be patient with them. If I see any kind of arguing non-IC, you will get a warning. Get three warning, and Zeus will find you.
One liners will NOT BE tolerated. There':Flint:s always something you can add on. Playing with your thumbs, looking around, etc. If you honestly feel you can't handle that, this RP is not right for you.
This is an RP, but remember your characters should still have manners. Unless it's an emergency, or you're some rude drunk, people would not normally but into an active conversation. They sit and wait until they can speak, wave tot he person, or just move along.
What's this little fella doing here? Oh well. If you read the rules, tell me in your application what your favorite mob is.
Branching off is accepted here. If you have people that will follow you (NON NPC's.), you can leave the town/city, and go off to start your own.
Speaking of NPC's, once we pass the "settlement" stage, people are allowed to use NPC's. Though, the amount you can use will be limited based on the town size.
Read EVERYTHING that has happened before you post. If the RP is longer than ten pages, though, you may ask for a recap.... But... You should be able to read at least ten pages before needing a recap.
If you are inactive without giving a reason, you will be removed from the character list, and your character will face the wrath of Zeus.
Have fun. If something or someone is preventing that from happening, send me a PM, and i will take care of it, if it's a big enough problem. This does not apply to people who get themselves into a situation, however. If you know person A posts slow, and you post fast, but still interact with them, you cannot complain about it.
I am in charge of the RP, but, if the majority of members want something to happen that is not detrimental to the RP, it will happen. Same for mods. If the mods believe a rule or other thing I state is unfair, they overrule me. However, if the players like that rule, then they overrule the mods. See what I'm getting at?
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Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Skills. Exceptional mental or physical ability? Was a lumberjack? That kind of stuff goes here:
Personality:
Appearance. Should give us a vivid mental image of what the character looks like: [Keep in mind, though, that clothing will probably be changed into more medieval-like clothing later on. This is because we would need more clothes, and only have certain resources available.]
Biography: [Doesn't have to be long, due to the type of the RP. Just tell your characters life before the crash, and possibly a few things from their past.]
RP-Example. RP your character waking up, and the first thing that they do upon waking up here:
[Equipment section was not included here because you were on a plane, and just woke up. You should have noting with you.]
One Liner:
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Character Name: Raven Ashe
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Skills: Raven was a great speaker and leader, as well as a great musician before the crash. He is able to come up with speeches on the spot, can easily connect with people, and can quickly change his attitude. He also has an amazing singing voice, and often whistles sub consciously when bored.
Personality: Raven is extremely friendly and social. He loves meeting new people and making friends, though, it is harder for him to speak to people he finds attractive.
Appearance: Raven has straight, ragged, medium-length, dark brown hair. He is somewhat pale, and has bright blue eyes. He has a younger-looking face, and is always smiling. When the crash happened, he was wearing a black tee shirt, ripped jeans, and dark grey combat boots. Not exactly the usual appearance of somebody who would be tagged as a leader.
Bio: Before the crash, Raven was a vocalist in a band, who was also studying politics in school. He was born and raised in Oregon, in the US. When he was younger, he always said he wanted to go on adventures, and always played with toy swords. As he got older, this want for adventure was lost, and replaced with love for singing. While singing is what he loved, his parents pressured him to enter into politics, so he did.
RP-Example: Raven woke up to the sound of the ocean. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking around. He was on a beach, with nothing in sight besides a lonely desert, and water. He rubbed the back of his head, and got to his feet. 'Ugh... Where am I?" he thought, just as he remembered what the Reaper said. "So... this is the new world he promised? A desert? How lame... And I don't see anyone else around... wonder if I'm the only one... I really didn't check to see how many were still standing... Ah well... Not much I can do here... Guess I better find somewhere else to go..." Raven began to walk through the desert, to find that it really wasn't as large as he thought. He soon arrived at the edge of a large plains area, surrounded by a border of trees, separating it from the desert. Looking around, he was in awe. "This place almost seems unreal... Though... I was spoken to by the Grim Reaper a minute ago, so, this is no surprise... Well... giess this will be my new home, then!" He stretched, and began to climb a tree, trying to get a look around. In the distance, he saw a large, snow tipped mountain surrounded by forests to the North, the desert he came from to the south, and plains to both his East and West. He climbed back down the tree, kicking out small branches as he went. When he got down, he grabbed his sticks, and arranged them into a tent-like shape at the base of the tree. "Not much of a shelter... But... I guess it'll do..." She shrugged, but, then spotted a cow. A bit confused, he walked in it's direction, holding one of the sticks as defense. "Come here, girl. I'm not gonna hurt you..." He said to the cow. 'There was no signs of civilization around... Guess he really did send me to a new world... That means I have to work towards everything myself...' Raven thought to himself. The cow stared at him as he approached, never having seen a human before. Raven lowered the stick and sighed. "Damn cow.. You're being all cute... I can't kill you..." He said, sitting on the ground. "I really hope others are here... otherwise I'm screwed..."
One Liner: Raven Ashe, the friendly and social leader.
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Member List:
I'm purple.Mods are in blue. Super-members are green. Normal members are black. Warning list members are in red.
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Feokris- Raven Ashe, the friendly and social leader.
[Because it looks a whip. Piggies are really useful when a Skeleton is going to kill you.]
Character Name: Frederick
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Skills: His skills in surveillance and physical combat are given as useless, when actually it shows a nice strong point that Frederick had since his childhood. His curiosity is intense, causing him to not be deceived easily. His fighting skills are impressive, completing as he doesn't follow the rules when he struggles, but his moves are totally useful when anyone invade or threat someone with bodily weapons, he don't think twice and start struggling. He has been wrestling champion when he was 24 years, and taught viewers how to do a show of beatings. Out in physical fights, has a hobby of do fencing, but he's terrible at using swords, and his aim is horrific.
Personality:
He is intelligent, and his surveillance is extreme. He is not easily fooled, and do not like to tell lies to him. He is very truthful, only hides the deepest secrets, in general does not comment about them. He is friendly and a little aggressive with strangers, is very restless, only stay quiet to sleep.
Appearance. Should give us a vivid mental image of what the character looks like:
At a height of 6 '1 ", and his face mark that he had several triumphs. His nose guard a small curved scar on the right as proof that he is a great wrestler, and his hair shows to be handsome and smooth, hiding in its depths many white strands of hair from unknown origin, but is certainly not of old age. His rebellious hair is always cut and combed in a way that it seems more pacific, always combed back, with failed attempts to stand up and expose itself. Predominates several invisible pimples on his brow, with the size of eggs of ants, which never grow but never goes out from his forehead, but somewhere is always hidden by the hair of Frederick, which covers the upper part of the ear and almost reaches the end of the neck. His midnight blue eyes hides a liar watercolor look, which can be easily recognized in a crowd of peoples. His nose is simple, has an optimum position in his face, it is small and short, a little close to his eyes, but always far from the small lips that guards the white teeth of Frederick. His athletic body is covered with a casual outfit, a short-sleeved shirt made of white mesh dressed with a black waistcoat, enclosed by metal pins always polished to look as new. His pants are of unknown origin, seems tight but always swings freely as he walks. Uses two black shoes made of leather, with soles of metal painted with black, to walk more comfortably.
RP-Example. RP your character waking up, and the first thing that they do upon waking up here:
Frederick could see only darkness, a fearful and terrible darkness. Gradually, he regained consciousness, hearing the sound of the sea, beating in the sands. He opened his eyes, and stood up. He looked around him, was only sand and a dense forest. Obviously was not ready to immerse himself in the green pastures of there. He walked across the beach, limping. Walking, wandering aimlessly, looking for someone, and arrived in a desert. Saw nothing, only quantities of sand that he never seen since he was in Miami Beach, and various cacti, which will provide food if he doesn't find any animal. But where am I? Ah, Reaper said something about here he thought, scratching his head and looking around. "Oh, great. I'm stranded here like a whale trapped in an anchor! What do I do?" he yelled, with arms outstretched to the top, looking up. He ran back to where he was, the forest, and walked around, dodging the trees. He thought how catch timber. Ah, how to get wood? With an ax. It has a blade. How to get a blade? That's the key to my problem!
He looked around, looking for something sharp. He thought Well, small blade, where your hidin' at? Looked the sides, searching madly. He gave a violent punch in the trunk, and broke the bark. Outraged, he pulled the bark and threw it in the ground, making a weak wooden blade. He held the shell, and made an ax of wood, which would not work even in a blow to the bark. He took a swing with the blade and cut a piece of the wood. Wow, what a luck!
[Question - This RP is already dead?]
One Liner: Frederick, the watchful wrestling champion.
( A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE SAME COLOR) MY FAV MOB IS A PIG. IT SHALL GIVE YOU MEAT IN TIMES OF NEED
Character Name: Moris Chand
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Skills. : Moris's skills consist on strength and literature. He is in shape and healthy. but he can be very slow at times of the need for speed. His vocabulary is stretched to the farthest. Most people with small I.Q.s wouldn't understand the words that glide through his teeth. His charm levels are at the lowest. The only girlfriend he ever had would be in Jr. High(A.K.A middle school). His skill in archery is a main performance of his. He's never missed a target.
Personality: Moris is a careful man with no need to rush things. He is almost never crude to his friends or family. The only grudge someone would have against him would be that he beat them in a game of basketball of soccer. He is a man everybody likes. He also has leadership in his blood. When there is a team or group in need of a leader most people recommend him.
Appearance: Moris is 6 feet tall with a minute goatee growing on his chin. His hair is medium cut and blonde with streaks of charcoal brown . His skin tone is an average tan. Some people consider him golden. He wears a tan brown leather jacket. his jeans are usually fringed at the knees. His undershirt is a navy blue under armor tang top. he has fractured bones from earlier sports injuries. Early blemishes cover his cheeks and some are hidden on his forehead but get covered by his magnificent hair. His eyes are as blue and beautiful as the sky. there are hidden scars on his chest, behind his ears , and on his knees. The back of his head is mostly hidden by a casual beanie hat. Finnaly he has a snake tatooed to his knuckles.
Biography: Moris is a young man who had problems in high school. Mainly because of his soft personality and his lack of conversation. When Moris being pushed around after school he'd find his way to the archery range and take a few shots before starting his home work. When Moris got a scholarship for being such an amazing archer most kids around him started to respect him even though he was very soft and shy. In college he had a perfect first year. Nobody treated him like crap and beat him up during school hours. In his second year of college he grew an interest for basketball. He would practice in between classes every day for about an hour. On his third year of college he considered trying out for the basket ball team. He went to try outs and was accepted to be center even thought he was only 5'9'. He successfully made it to the playoffs as a starter. The won the championship and Moris got accepted to the Chicago Bulls. His fourth year in school was in Chicago. So he had to take a plane. But that one plane wasn't a very good one.
RP-Example. : Moris woke up with his face buried in the flaky sand . His clothing was soaked and his hat was washed up on some grass a few feet away. Moris was in a state of great confusion. He was told by death that he was being sent to his Shattered reality then he was laying face first on a beach. He tried pushing up and walking around but he was to weak and tiered to do so. So he just lay there thinking about the most recent events. After a few minute of thinking he decided take a stroll and figure out where he was . He circled the tiny island he woke up on and found nothing more than a few sticks a some pigs mating. That wasn't such a pretty sight. He then sat on the beach thinking what he should do. He thought of calling out for help, or commiting suicide. He decided on call for help. So Moris yelled at the top of his lungs " Is there anybody out there?!".
Character Name: My character`s name is André Murrilo.
Age: André is a 32 year old man.
Gender: André is a Male.
Skills. André payed a large amount of attention in class, so he has the mental abbility of brains. He also has a certified First Aid specialist.
Personality: André is a man who pays very close attention to the world around him. He is fearless, although he always finds a tactical way to battle monsters. André is a Pinpoint type personality, He gets everything right when it comes to brains, but his bron really doesn`t exist.
Appearance: André is a slender, tall man with Long, Dark hair flowing down to his lower back. long bangs cover one of his eyes, while the other eye is a deep blue. He wears a white Tuxedo with a perfectly preserved Yellow Rose tucked into the collar. He has a long, loose fitting pair of Tuxedo pants fastened to his waist with a white leather belt. His Tuxedo had a gleaming golden trim surrounding the coat pocket and outline of the Tuxedo. he has fair skin, mainly because it wasn`t very sunny where he came from. He had large, white rimmed shades covering his eyes so he does not look into the sunlight and blind himself. He has a tattoo going from his left eyebrow to his right cheek. It is a scroll saying (Pr0 is Me!)
Biography: André was the CEO of a software company called POCtech. "Peace of Cake Tech" was a software company that sold cheap and easy to use software to people who needed it. When he got a plane ticket to hawaii, he decided to go. Remembering his trip to Japan when he was 8, he thought he might see some of the thing he saw whe he was little. What he did not know was that the pilot had not sleeped for 3 days, and was at a party last night. His trip would become a burden to be trapped on an island until a rescue arrives.
RP-Example. André was in plain darkness. he heard the seering sounds of waves crashing onto the soft shore. He was in complete peace. Expecting he was dead, he just remained to lay there, Being ever so silent, so he would not ruin the moment. Then, he began to feel something. The smooth sand against his blood covered hand. He then thought he had almost drowned on a beach. He slowly tryed to awaken, ever so slighty feeling more and more each time. After minutes of struggling between life and death, his eyes slowly opened, introduced to the landscape. Confused, André tryed to get up, but just ended up spraining his arm. again, he tryed to push himself up. after several failures, he finnaly managed to push himself to standing. He familiarized himself with the landscape, even though he did not even know what continent he was in. As he turned around, he saw a horrifying sight. The driver had crashed into a large rock sticking out of the ocean. the plane then snapped in half and plummeted to the ground. The driver dead, he aimlessly wandered into the forest whispering in his mind "Food... Must find... Food... Water..." when he was interupted by a voice...
One liner: André, The Technichian.
Why is a Raven the same as a Writing Desk?: Because they are both the same colour.
My favorite mob?:
I hope i am accepted! Thank you!
Skills: Lacii is quite flexible, as she did gymnastics when she was younger, and has very good reflex.
Personality: Lacii is probably what you'd call a quiet girl. She rarely speaks her opinion unless asked. If she doesn't need to say something, she won't. She is always very alert, as she is afraid of terrible accidents, because her karma is unfair. She never tries to hurt anyone, but it doesn't mean she holds grudges against others. She likes to spend her spare time sitting around in the grass, admiring flowers.
Appearance: Lacii has slightly tanned skin and is about 5"6 and she has long, dark hair that falls down below her ribcage in braids. Her clothes are usually grass stained, as she likes to roll around in the grass. Lacii carries a small, white beanie with a cat on it to wear if she is ever feeling cold. She prefers to go barefoot, as anything feels nice under her feet, whether it is hot desert sand, crunchy snow, dry grass or rocky gravel, it all feels nice. However, she has blisters under her feet.
Biography: Lacii was a very poor girl and her mother died in hunger. Her father wandered off to find food, but mysteriously disappeared. Lacii was adopted into an orphanage and was taken home by a rich couple who thought she was rather cute. She was not abused and was raised well, but the trauma of her previous life left her shy. She grew up well, and her parents let her move on with her life by buying her a small house nearby and giving her a year's worth of decent money to find a job. After working, she decided to visit another country, but the plane started to crash.
RP-Example: Lacii opened her eyes. She was sprawled out on the floor, on the grass, next to some flowers. She heard an odd sound. She heard another, she put her hand to her stomach and felt it growl at her angrily. Lacii stood up, and decided to look for some food. She climbed a small hill and looked out. The ocean is very near from here. It is so pretty! Ah, there is a person.
Lacii ran to the shore, seeing a man, who looked injured.
"Ah, H..h..Hello!"
One Liner: Lacii, the silent one.
Why is a raven like a writing desk: I honestly have no idea. XD
My favorite mob is a wolf riding a ghast. XDXDXDXDXD
Sorry, I like them both.
Fine, a baby ghast riding a hostile wolf. ^u^
****, I thought this RP died out AGES ago and never even started. DO NOT POST APPS ON THINGS THAT ARE DEAD. If they are past the second page, DO NOT REVIVE THEM.
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Story
You are on a plane, heading for a tropical island. After getting on the plane, you decide to sleep, as the trip is supposed to be a long one. You are awoken to a dinging sound. "Attention, passengers. We are experiencing some odd turbulence, so, please fasten your seat belts at this time." You shrug, and ignore the pilots order, and go back to sleep. *DING* There it is again. Though, this time when you wake up, the passengers around you look worried. "Th- no-sur-. Br- f- -pact!" Echoes throughout the plane, as an emergency light goes off, and the oxygen mask drops down in front of you. You put it on, but, remember you never did your seat belt earlier when the captain said. You try to fasten it, but it won't stay. Panicking, you look out your window. You are over the ocean, in the middle of a tropical storm. The plane is quickly losing altitude. You close your eyes, and wait for the sound of the plane hitting the water... But it never comes. Confused, you open your eyes. The plane, and the world around it have stopped moving. You stand up to see that most of the passengers are also frozen, though not all of them. Suddenly, a cloaked figure walks out of the captains cabin. He is holding a large timepiece, and a scythe. It is Death. He looks at you, and the other passengers. "It is not yet your time. I am here to give you a choice. You can die here, or..." He holds up the timepiece, and taps it. "Or... you can escape. Escape to a new world..." Some of the others sit down, but you decide to stay standing. The Reaper laughs, and closes the timepiece. "Very well then. Escape now, to the new world. Escape... To your shattered Reality." There is a bright flash. You hear the screams of the passengers, and the plane hitting the water, but all you can see is the white light. Everything is quiet for what seems like forever. But suddenly, you hear a thud.... a splash... or a rustling... The reapers voice echoes just before you open your eyes. "Welcome... to your Shattered Reality."
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RP Info
Shattered reality is a realistic-minecraft RP. This means the RP will take place in a more realistic environment[aka, not blocky], but, will still contain many aspects of minecraft. The way the intro ended is that way so you can determine where you start- In a tree, in the ocean, or on the ground. Just like minecraft, night is dangerous, however, there will be wild animals that can attack during the day too. It also will start off as a free-for-all type of environment... People doing what is needed to survive... But once groups are made, roles will be assigned. Whether you want to find others at first, or collect supplies, is all up to you. Also, you should keep in mind that even though your character was from the present, they are now going to be in a more medieval time. And, remember too that you were on a plane, so, don't try to say that you had a gun on you. If I see that in anyone's application, and they don't automatically state it's a joke, they will be automatically rejected. [Now, if you read this, remember to put the pig smiley at the start of your application]
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Rules:
First off... The players run the RP. While I am in charge of determining "major" situations and plot twists, you have power over what your character does in the situations.
OOC should be put into [ ], (( )), or other such things. Please do not put OOC text into things that are used IC, such as " ", ' ', * *.
Stay active. If you are not active, expect to be left behind. You can, however, ask me or a mod to take over your character for you if you expect to be gone for long periods of time, so as not to be left out.
Post at a moderate pace. We want you to be able to RP, but, don't go so fast that others can't keep up. Also in this category- If you are doing RP with more than two people, please wait for all members to reply before continuing. EX.
p1:Hi Joe, Bob! How are you doing?
p2:I'm doing good, how about yo- Oh no! Look out! A giant rock is rolling right towards us!
p1:Aah! Let's run!
p2:*Gets away safely* Phew. That was close.
p1:Yeah it was.
p3: [. . . I never even got to say hi.]
That's an example of a situation that sucks for players. [Albeit, not a very good example. =p] Now. This is how that should have gone.
p1:Hi Joe, Bob! How are you doing?
p2:I'm doing good, how about yo- Oh no! Look out! A giant rock is rolling right towards us!
p3:I'm good too. Wait, what?
p1:Aah! Let's run! *takes off running*
p2:*Follows* Hurry up Bob!
p3:*Follows the others*
p1: *Gets away safely* Phew! That was close!
p2: Yeah it was...
p3: Haha. I almost didn't make it out of there!
And that's how it SHOULD happen. Make sure everyone is involved when RPing with more than one other person.
KEEP IN MIND though, that if the third person doesn't post within a reasonable amount of time, you then are allowed to post. It is their responsibility to keep active. If they join your conversation and go away without warning, that is basically saying "I leave my characters fate to you." This does not mean that you can kill their character, but, if they come back and their character has a broken leg,, let that be a lesson to them.
Don't God-mod. That's it. If you are seen doing that, you will be placed on a warning list. If you are a repeated offender, you will have to face the power of Zeus. [AKA, I'll make lightning strike down from the heavens and reduce your character to ash.]
Do not be perfect. No character is perfect, besides mine. [ Just kidding, of course.] But, really. Make sure you give your character at least two flaws per exceptional ability. AKA. Bob can run extremely fast, but, because of this he is very lightweight, and has little upper body strength, as he only cares about his legs.
Only me and the mods can do "time warps." This doesn't mean you can't request one though. If it's reasonable, we'll probably accept it.
Dropping out of the RP is allowed, though, please post an ending post to the character you had. AKA, have them leave or die. If you want to come back to the RP after dropping out, you can, but... You must create a new character.
NEW CHARACTERS. If you dropped out or have died, you MAY create a new character, though, they CANNOT be anything like your original.
Do not post until you are accepted. If you post before your application is accepted, I won't even bother reading your application. Harsh? Yes. But if you read the rules, then that shouldn't happen.
Have good grammar. There will be slight exceptions to this if you do not speak English.
Forget the pig. Instead, put your answer to the question "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" somewhere in your application. Make sure it is in italics so it's noticeable.
:Flint:Be kind, courteous, and patient. If a player is replying slowly, or is doing something you don't like, be patient with them. If I see any kind of arguing non-IC, you will get a warning. Get three warning, and Zeus will find you.
One liners will NOT BE tolerated. There':Flint:s always something you can add on. Playing with your thumbs, looking around, etc. If you honestly feel you can't handle that, this RP is not right for you.
This is an RP, but remember your characters should still have manners. Unless it's an emergency, or you're some rude drunk, people would not normally but into an active conversation. They sit and wait until they can speak, wave tot he person, or just move along.
What's this little fella doing here? Oh well. If you read the rules, tell me in your application what your favorite mob is.
Branching off is accepted here. If you have people that will follow you (NON NPC's.), you can leave the town/city, and go off to start your own.
Speaking of NPC's, once we pass the "settlement" stage, people are allowed to use NPC's. Though, the amount you can use will be limited based on the town size.
Read EVERYTHING that has happened before you post. If the RP is longer than ten pages, though, you may ask for a recap.... But... You should be able to read at least ten pages before needing a recap.
If you are inactive without giving a reason, you will be removed from the character list, and your character will face the wrath of Zeus.
Have fun. If something or someone is preventing that from happening, send me a PM, and i will take care of it, if it's a big enough problem. This does not apply to people who get themselves into a situation, however. If you know person A posts slow, and you post fast, but still interact with them, you cannot complain about it.
I am in charge of the RP, but, if the majority of members want something to happen that is not detrimental to the RP, it will happen. Same for mods. If the mods believe a rule or other thing I state is unfair, they overrule me. However, if the players like that rule, then they overrule the mods. See what I'm getting at?
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Application Sheet:
Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Skills. Exceptional mental or physical ability? Was a lumberjack? That kind of stuff goes here:
Personality:
Appearance. Should give us a vivid mental image of what the character looks like: [Keep in mind, though, that clothing will probably be changed into more medieval-like clothing later on. This is because we would need more clothes, and only have certain resources available.]
Biography: [Doesn't have to be long, due to the type of the RP. Just tell your characters life before the crash, and possibly a few things from their past.]
RP-Example. RP your character waking up, and the first thing that they do upon waking up here:
[Equipment section was not included here because you were on a plane, and just woke up. You should have noting with you.]
One Liner:
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Example Application: (Mine.)
Character Name: Raven Ashe
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Skills: Raven was a great speaker and leader, as well as a great musician before the crash. He is able to come up with speeches on the spot, can easily connect with people, and can quickly change his attitude. He also has an amazing singing voice, and often whistles sub consciously when bored.
Personality: Raven is extremely friendly and social. He loves meeting new people and making friends, though, it is harder for him to speak to people he finds attractive.
Appearance: Raven has straight, ragged, medium-length, dark brown hair. He is somewhat pale, and has bright blue eyes. He has a younger-looking face, and is always smiling. When the crash happened, he was wearing a black tee shirt, ripped jeans, and dark grey combat boots. Not exactly the usual appearance of somebody who would be tagged as a leader.
Bio: Before the crash, Raven was a vocalist in a band, who was also studying politics in school. He was born and raised in Oregon, in the US. When he was younger, he always said he wanted to go on adventures, and always played with toy swords. As he got older, this want for adventure was lost, and replaced with love for singing. While singing is what he loved, his parents pressured him to enter into politics, so he did.
RP-Example: Raven woke up to the sound of the ocean. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking around. He was on a beach, with nothing in sight besides a lonely desert, and water. He rubbed the back of his head, and got to his feet. 'Ugh... Where am I?" he thought, just as he remembered what the Reaper said. "So... this is the new world he promised? A desert? How lame... And I don't see anyone else around... wonder if I'm the only one... I really didn't check to see how many were still standing... Ah well... Not much I can do here... Guess I better find somewhere else to go..." Raven began to walk through the desert, to find that it really wasn't as large as he thought. He soon arrived at the edge of a large plains area, surrounded by a border of trees, separating it from the desert. Looking around, he was in awe. "This place almost seems unreal... Though... I was spoken to by the Grim Reaper a minute ago, so, this is no surprise... Well... giess this will be my new home, then!" He stretched, and began to climb a tree, trying to get a look around. In the distance, he saw a large, snow tipped mountain surrounded by forests to the North, the desert he came from to the south, and plains to both his East and West. He climbed back down the tree, kicking out small branches as he went. When he got down, he grabbed his sticks, and arranged them into a tent-like shape at the base of the tree. "Not much of a shelter... But... I guess it'll do..." She shrugged, but, then spotted a cow. A bit confused, he walked in it's direction, holding one of the sticks as defense. "Come here, girl. I'm not gonna hurt you..." He said to the cow. 'There was no signs of civilization around... Guess he really did send me to a new world... That means I have to work towards everything myself...' Raven thought to himself. The cow stared at him as he approached, never having seen a human before. Raven lowered the stick and sighed. "Damn cow.. You're being all cute... I can't kill you..." He said, sitting on the ground. "I really hope others are here... otherwise I'm screwed..."
One Liner: Raven Ashe, the friendly and social leader.
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Edits/additional info added after the topic goes up:
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I'm purple.Mods are in blue. Super-members are green. Normal members are black. Warning list members are in red.
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Feokris- Raven Ashe, the friendly and social leader.
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Character Name: Frederick
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Skills: His skills in surveillance and physical combat are given as useless, when actually it shows a nice strong point that Frederick had since his childhood. His curiosity is intense, causing him to not be deceived easily. His fighting skills are impressive, completing as he doesn't follow the rules when he struggles, but his moves are totally useful when anyone invade or threat someone with bodily weapons, he don't think twice and start struggling. He has been wrestling champion when he was 24 years, and taught viewers how to do a show of beatings. Out in physical fights, has a hobby of do fencing, but he's terrible at using swords, and his aim is horrific.
Personality:
He is intelligent, and his surveillance is extreme. He is not easily fooled, and do not like to tell lies to him. He is very truthful, only hides the deepest secrets, in general does not comment about them. He is friendly and a little aggressive with strangers, is very restless, only stay quiet to sleep.
Appearance. Should give us a vivid mental image of what the character looks like:
At a height of 6 '1 ", and his face mark that he had several triumphs. His nose guard a small curved scar on the right as proof that he is a great wrestler, and his hair shows to be handsome and smooth, hiding in its depths many white strands of hair from unknown origin, but is certainly not of old age. His rebellious hair is always cut and combed in a way that it seems more pacific, always combed back, with failed attempts to stand up and expose itself. Predominates several invisible pimples on his brow, with the size of eggs of ants, which never grow but never goes out from his forehead, but somewhere is always hidden by the hair of Frederick, which covers the upper part of the ear and almost reaches the end of the neck. His midnight blue eyes hides a liar watercolor look, which can be easily recognized in a crowd of peoples. His nose is simple, has an optimum position in his face, it is small and short, a little close to his eyes, but always far from the small lips that guards the white teeth of Frederick. His athletic body is covered with a casual outfit, a short-sleeved shirt made of white mesh dressed with a black waistcoat, enclosed by metal pins always polished to look as new. His pants are of unknown origin, seems tight but always swings freely as he walks. Uses two black shoes made of leather, with soles of metal painted with black, to walk more comfortably.
RP-Example. RP your character waking up, and the first thing that they do upon waking up here:
Frederick could see only darkness, a fearful and terrible darkness. Gradually, he regained consciousness, hearing the sound of the sea, beating in the sands. He opened his eyes, and stood up. He looked around him, was only sand and a dense forest. Obviously was not ready to immerse himself in the green pastures of there. He walked across the beach, limping. Walking, wandering aimlessly, looking for someone, and arrived in a desert. Saw nothing, only quantities of sand that he never seen since he was in Miami Beach, and various cacti, which will provide food if he doesn't find any animal. But where am I? Ah, Reaper said something about here he thought, scratching his head and looking around. "Oh, great. I'm stranded here like a whale trapped in an anchor! What do I do?" he yelled, with arms outstretched to the top, looking up. He ran back to where he was, the forest, and walked around, dodging the trees. He thought how catch timber. Ah, how to get wood? With an ax. It has a blade. How to get a blade? That's the key to my problem!
He looked around, looking for something sharp. He thought Well, small blade, where your hidin' at? Looked the sides, searching madly. He gave a violent punch in the trunk, and broke the bark. Outraged, he pulled the bark and threw it in the ground, making a weak wooden blade. He held the shell, and made an ax of wood, which would not work even in a blow to the bark. He took a swing with the blade and cut a piece of the wood. Wow, what a luck!
[Question - This RP is already dead?]
One Liner: Frederick, the watchful wrestling champion.
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Character Name: Moris Chand
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Skills. : Moris's skills consist on strength and literature. He is in shape and healthy. but he can be very slow at times of the need for speed. His vocabulary is stretched to the farthest. Most people with small I.Q.s wouldn't understand the words that glide through his teeth. His charm levels are at the lowest. The only girlfriend he ever had would be in Jr. High(A.K.A middle school). His skill in archery is a main performance of his. He's never missed a target.
Personality: Moris is a careful man with no need to rush things. He is almost never crude to his friends or family. The only grudge someone would have against him would be that he beat them in a game of basketball of soccer. He is a man everybody likes. He also has leadership in his blood. When there is a team or group in need of a leader most people recommend him.
Appearance: Moris is 6 feet tall with a minute goatee growing on his chin. His hair is medium cut and blonde with streaks of charcoal brown . His skin tone is an average tan. Some people consider him golden. He wears a tan brown leather jacket. his jeans are usually fringed at the knees. His undershirt is a navy blue under armor tang top. he has fractured bones from earlier sports injuries. Early blemishes cover his cheeks and some are hidden on his forehead but get covered by his magnificent hair. His eyes are as blue and beautiful as the sky. there are hidden scars on his chest, behind his ears , and on his knees. The back of his head is mostly hidden by a casual beanie hat. Finnaly he has a snake tatooed to his knuckles.
Biography: Moris is a young man who had problems in high school. Mainly because of his soft personality and his lack of conversation. When Moris being pushed around after school he'd find his way to the archery range and take a few shots before starting his home work. When Moris got a scholarship for being such an amazing archer most kids around him started to respect him even though he was very soft and shy. In college he had a perfect first year. Nobody treated him like crap and beat him up during school hours. In his second year of college he grew an interest for basketball. He would practice in between classes every day for about an hour. On his third year of college he considered trying out for the basket ball team. He went to try outs and was accepted to be center even thought he was only 5'9'. He successfully made it to the playoffs as a starter. The won the championship and Moris got accepted to the Chicago Bulls. His fourth year in school was in Chicago. So he had to take a plane. But that one plane wasn't a very good one.
RP-Example. : Moris woke up with his face buried in the flaky sand . His clothing was soaked and his hat was washed up on some grass a few feet away. Moris was in a state of great confusion. He was told by death that he was being sent to his Shattered reality then he was laying face first on a beach. He tried pushing up and walking around but he was to weak and tiered to do so. So he just lay there thinking about the most recent events. After a few minute of thinking he decided take a stroll and figure out where he was . He circled the tiny island he woke up on and found nothing more than a few sticks a some pigs mating. That wasn't such a pretty sight. He then sat on the beach thinking what he should do. He thought of calling out for help, or commiting suicide. He decided on call for help. So Moris yelled at the top of his lungs " Is there anybody out there?!".
One Liner: Moris, sports hero
Age: André is a 32 year old man.
Gender: André is a Male.
Skills. André payed a large amount of attention in class, so he has the mental abbility of brains. He also has a certified First Aid specialist.
Personality: André is a man who pays very close attention to the world around him. He is fearless, although he always finds a tactical way to battle monsters. André is a Pinpoint type personality, He gets everything right when it comes to brains, but his bron really doesn`t exist.
Appearance: André is a slender, tall man with Long, Dark hair flowing down to his lower back. long bangs cover one of his eyes, while the other eye is a deep blue. He wears a white Tuxedo with a perfectly preserved Yellow Rose tucked into the collar. He has a long, loose fitting pair of Tuxedo pants fastened to his waist with a white leather belt. His Tuxedo had a gleaming golden trim surrounding the coat pocket and outline of the Tuxedo. he has fair skin, mainly because it wasn`t very sunny where he came from. He had large, white rimmed shades covering his eyes so he does not look into the sunlight and blind himself. He has a tattoo going from his left eyebrow to his right cheek. It is a scroll saying (Pr0 is Me!)
Biography: André was the CEO of a software company called POCtech. "Peace of Cake Tech" was a software company that sold cheap and easy to use software to people who needed it. When he got a plane ticket to hawaii, he decided to go. Remembering his trip to Japan when he was 8, he thought he might see some of the thing he saw whe he was little. What he did not know was that the pilot had not sleeped for 3 days, and was at a party last night. His trip would become a burden to be trapped on an island until a rescue arrives.
RP-Example. André was in plain darkness. he heard the seering sounds of waves crashing onto the soft shore. He was in complete peace. Expecting he was dead, he just remained to lay there, Being ever so silent, so he would not ruin the moment. Then, he began to feel something. The smooth sand against his blood covered hand. He then thought he had almost drowned on a beach. He slowly tryed to awaken, ever so slighty feeling more and more each time. After minutes of struggling between life and death, his eyes slowly opened, introduced to the landscape. Confused, André tryed to get up, but just ended up spraining his arm. again, he tryed to push himself up. after several failures, he finnaly managed to push himself to standing. He familiarized himself with the landscape, even though he did not even know what continent he was in. As he turned around, he saw a horrifying sight. The driver had crashed into a large rock sticking out of the ocean. the plane then snapped in half and plummeted to the ground. The driver dead, he aimlessly wandered into the forest whispering in his mind "Food... Must find... Food... Water..." when he was interupted by a voice...
One liner: André, The Technichian.
Why is a Raven the same as a Writing Desk?: Because they are both the same colour.
My favorite mob?:
I hope i am accepted! Thank you!
-Pivotmasterdx56
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Skills: Lacii is quite flexible, as she did gymnastics when she was younger, and has very good reflex.
Personality: Lacii is probably what you'd call a quiet girl. She rarely speaks her opinion unless asked. If she doesn't need to say something, she won't. She is always very alert, as she is afraid of terrible accidents, because her karma is unfair. She never tries to hurt anyone, but it doesn't mean she holds grudges against others. She likes to spend her spare time sitting around in the grass, admiring flowers.
Appearance: Lacii has slightly tanned skin and is about 5"6 and she has long, dark hair that falls down below her ribcage in braids. Her clothes are usually grass stained, as she likes to roll around in the grass. Lacii carries a small, white beanie with a cat on it to wear if she is ever feeling cold. She prefers to go barefoot, as anything feels nice under her feet, whether it is hot desert sand, crunchy snow, dry grass or rocky gravel, it all feels nice. However, she has blisters under her feet.
Biography: Lacii was a very poor girl and her mother died in hunger. Her father wandered off to find food, but mysteriously disappeared. Lacii was adopted into an orphanage and was taken home by a rich couple who thought she was rather cute. She was not abused and was raised well, but the trauma of her previous life left her shy. She grew up well, and her parents let her move on with her life by buying her a small house nearby and giving her a year's worth of decent money to find a job. After working, she decided to visit another country, but the plane started to crash.
RP-Example: Lacii opened her eyes. She was sprawled out on the floor, on the grass, next to some flowers. She heard an odd sound. She heard another, she put her hand to her stomach and felt it growl at her angrily. Lacii stood up, and decided to look for some food. She climbed a small hill and looked out.
The ocean is very near from here. It is so pretty! Ah, there is a person.
Lacii ran to the shore, seeing a man, who looked injured.
"Ah, H..h..Hello!"
One Liner: Lacii, the silent one.
Why is a raven like a writing desk: I honestly have no idea. XD
My favorite mob is a wolf riding a ghast. XDXDXDXDXD
Sorry, I like them both.
Fine, a baby ghast riding a hostile wolf. ^u^