This is my first roleplay topic. Please PM me if there is any grammar error, something to put to the topic or etc. Enjoy!
Year 2018, 22nd of August. The day when it happened.
- Introduction -
You think this was just a normal day. Fine weather, people walking, cars zooming. Well, not this one. You see, the "End of The World" is unexpected, right? Maybe it'll be next year, next week, or, heck maybe it'll be tomorrow. People aren't prepared yet, for what?
You're just watching TV, looking at the news. Car accidents, suicides, stuff like that. Then, one of the most spine-shivering news of all time came. Nuclear plants from around the world unexpectedly blew up. Nuclear radiation was going around the world. People were getting mutated. Then, you hear rumbling of rocks. Suddenly, ground is shaking. Cracks opening from the ground, getting bigger and bigger. People are falling through them. "How did this happen?" You say, not realizing this was the end of the world. Suddenly, boulders falling from the sky. Tall buildings falling just like 9/11. "I can't survive this." You thought. It was the end of humanity, there is no hope. Tsunamis coming, water flooding rapidly to the cities. People drowning. Luckily for you, you can swim. But, the water was too strong for you, sweeping you away just like dirt. It was far more than catastrophic. It was the end of your life. Your hand was reaching for the ledges, but to no avail. Realizing there was no more hope, you close your eyes, knowing it was the death of you.
But that, was just the beginning.
You woke up, shocked, because you aren't in heaven or hell or any other place you believe you are going to when you die. You are alive. Coughing out water and standing up, You see the catastrophe. Getting up and savaging your nearly broken items, you have survived the Apocalypse. Now this, is the Aftermath.
- Setting -
The roleplay takes place in Los Angeles. I picked it since most of you guys know Los Angeles and it is famous, too. You may come from a different place, as long as it is near Los Angeles. I don't want a guy coming from the Philippines and got randomly and impossibly swept away to the U.S.A. Don't argue about this, since this is the Aftermath of an apocalypse. Every place pretty much seems crushed like hell. Now, people are a lot different, by a lot, I mean nearly every survivor of the apocalypse. There is no more fresh water, so people drink salt water and die from sickness. There is no more medicine as everything is savaged already. Cannibalism is becoming more common. People are like wild animals.
No more law, no more rules. It's every man for himself. You will meet attackers, thieves, team-mates, and betrayers. Find a way to escape the terror you are in, or make a civilization.
- Rules -
• No 1337 talk. ( ex. D0n'T 5p3E@k 1ik3 tH15 ) Speak fluent english. If your first language isn't English, just try to make it have sense.
• No godmodding. ( ex. Buttboy became a god and destroyed every human alive. THE END ) DON'T DO THIS.
• Respect everyone on the roleplay.
• Limited food and supplies only. DO NOT START WITH POWERFUL WEAPONS. Instead of putting "Fiery Dark Chainsaw of Doom and Butts" use "Old Trusty Crowbar".
• No Robot, Alien, and etc. ONLY HUMANS.
• Put "Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets" in your "Other:" app.
• Put the LEAST swearing as possible in your replies.
• I say if a person is near getting mutated by story.
• Please, just put short paragraphs by short paragraphs. People get uninterested if you put a mountain of text.
• Have fun!
Application Form of Character:
[b]Name:[/b] (Name of Character?)
[b]Age:[/b] (Age of Character? Between 15-40)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male or Female? NO HOMOSEXUAL. (lololol) )
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Appearance of Character? Make it creative and specific.)
[b]Items:[/b] (What items do your Character have? NOT TOO POWERFUL AND ONLY FEW ITEMS)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Personality of Character? Make it have sense.)
[b]Biography:[/b](What happened when the character was young to present time? Not too short, not too long.)
[b]Skills:[/b](SKILLS AVAILABLE: Blunt/Blade, Pistol/Automatic/Long Gun/Traps/Explosives, Survival/Fitness. (In the Pistol/Automatic/etc. You may choose 2 of them.)
[b]Other:[/b](Anything else you want to add?)
Example (My App):
Name: Lucas "Sakuchi"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Lucas' height is normal, at 6'4. His hair's messed up and the color's very dark brown, and with medium length. His eyes are dark green, but not too dark. He has a small scar on his left eye. He has a necklace that is very special to him, that has a sun-like shaped diamond on it. He is currently wearing a lime green shirt with an open very-dark-grey hoodie. He has black baggy pants and red high-cut Converse shoes. He has a red digital watch and a red and black sling-bag.
Items: Lucas' sling-bag has a medium-lengthed thin katana with is slightly broken, an aluminum lighter, a thermos, some chewing gum and a few canned food.
Personality: He's most of the time serious and sometimes happy. He makes jokes and has a sense of humor. He is very approachable and he protects friends no matter what and he treats his friends just like his brothers and sisters.
Biography: Lucas grew up in a rich family, his father is a CEO of a video-game company and his mother is the vice president. His parents spend a lot of time on him, a lot more than their jobs. He graduated and went to a very good school.
One cold night, when his parents went for shopping together, Lucas waved goodbye, unknowingly that was their last goodbye. In his eyes, his parents were killed suddenly after leaving their house by an unknown murderer in cold blood. He ran as fast as he could, with cold tears dripping from his eyes. He grieved from his parents death. He still saw the murderer walking away to the shadows. In indescribable anger, he picked his father's pocket knife and threw it, with amazing accuracy. Hitting the murderer's head, blood flooded to the ground.
At the age of 16 he managed his father's very-large company. Knowing that he cannot manage it due to inexperience, he quit his job. He just stayed at his home, scarred for life as what had happened from his parents.
Then the catastrophic apocalypse started. He pledged to kill cannibals, thieves, and other evil to avenge his parents.
Skills: Blade, Automatic & Explosives, Survival
Other: I like buttery nipples. Oh, and wiggle your butts, wiggle your nibblets.
Members:
Sakuchi, Lucas
Gales92, Jackson F. Grant
Tehrawrzorz, Casey Daniels
Rhino188, Mark Nahkuri
Svirase, Fang
Fallen_Dragon, Isaac Black
Mafidog, Daniel Carpenter
CptPorkins, Derek Rivella
Hougi123, Brianna
Appearance: Jackson has long black hair, brown eyes, and a moderatly tan body. He is muscular but not what others would consider buff. He has a scar on the top of his right hand from a meat cutting accident. He wears a pair of black cargo pants, red running shoes, and a red t-shirt.
Items:His old police pistol, 20 extra round for his pistol, three cans of fruit, and a dull butchers knife
Personality: Jackson is a nice person generally trusting in people he knows. He is very reclusive when it comes to anybody he doesn't know but will warm up quickly to them. He is very brave and is always the first to suggest rushing in.
Biography:Jackson was born twenty miles north of Los Angeles on May 19, 1992. His mother worked at a nearby convinence store on 21st street. His dad worked at the loading docks of the Neram, a local resteraunt. Jackson's brother was 4 years old when he was born and always' disliked Jackson for stealing their parents love. The house Jackson was born in was fairly old and was only big enough to fit 3 people in the house.
When Jackson turned 5 years old his father got into a crash driving home from work. Jackson's mother had gotten the call that he had been in a crash at 7o'clock pm. She then told Jackson and his brother that she would have to go out for a little bit and would leave them at the house. When she left Jackson's brother said"Well then Jack why don't we go sit on the couch and watch T.V." Jackson was estatic that his brother actually wanted to spend time with him. They had watched their shows for two hours when their mother came back home from the hospital. Jackson and his brother instantlly knew something was wrong when they saw that their mother was crying so they asked what was wrong. She said that their father had been in a crash and did not survive it. Jackson was shocked that he would never be able to see his father ever again or atleast untill he went to heaven.
Ten years later when Jackson was 15 he got a job at the local butcher shop. It was his first job and he took it very seriusly. He always arrived on time, he never missed a day, and he always respected his boss and co-workers. He loved the job since it allowed him to help his mother pay the bills and buy food. He had been working there for two months when his hand slipped while he was cutting some meat. The butchers' knife slid off the meat and hit the top of his hand causing a very deep cut. Jackson was rushed straight to the hospital to have the cut stiched up and make sure there was not permanent damage. There was no permanent damage but once it had healed and the stiches had been removed it left a scar on his hand.
Jackson graduated highschool three years later at the age of 18. Jackson had applied for college course for a degree in criminal investigation at the Institute of Technology. He was accpeted to the institute one day before he turned 19. He started classes the month after he was accpeted to the institute. Jackson studyed hard for four years till he got the degree in criminal investigation. After acheiveing the degree Jackson set out on a hunt for a job which he could use his new found knowledge in.
Jackson was 24 when he finnaly applied for a job at the L.A. police station. They eagerly accpeted his appliacation and sent him to the crime scene investigation part of their unit. The job was dirty and bloody but it payed well and gave Jackson a chance to help catch the criminals. After a year passed Jackson had seen over fifty seven crime scenes and fourty bodys. Jackson quit the force two months after he turned 25 for he knew that the job was not for him. Jackson then went to work at the Broken Yolk which was a dinner at 39th street which served mainly egg based foods. The job was a nice and steady one and he loved it. He would serve the people their food and get the supplys for the food. He worked at the Broken Yolk till he turned 26. That was when the apocalypse happened. Skills:Blade, Long Gun&pistol, Fitness. Other:Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets
I hope you approve of this application.
Gales92, your application is accepted! Very informative and understandable application. You're now a moderator and when there's an app, you PM me if YOU think if it's accepted or not, then I will make the final say.
Appearance: Dark brown long hair, tanned skin, curious brown eyes, ripped shirt and clothes. He is tall and thin, but really muscular as well.
Personality: Curious, kind, emotional. Always wants to help people and always wants to learn more.
Biography: Jason grew up in a house in Long Beach. He was an only child and his parents took good care of him, nearly spoiling him. He learned a lot about animals and knows a decent bit of stuff about computers. He read a lot of books and such. As college graduate he was studying marine biology with an internship at the Long Beach aquarium. He would dive into the kelp forest tank to feed the fish and catalog them. Other than that, he was a normal nerd. The rest of his life was normal, highschool, then college, etc.He had just gone for a trip to Santa Monica for fun when the apocalypse hit. He was inside a rock shop and hid inside a falling dinosaur skeleton. The earthquakes shook the building and he, like most Californians, ran to a doorway to hide underneath. As he ran, the skeleton toppled. It saved his life as the building sank into the ground and a boulder crushed the doorway. He woke up a while later.
Appearance: Dark brown long hair, tanned skin, curious brown eyes, ripped shirt and clothes. He is tall and thin, but really muscular as well.
Personality: Curious, kind, emotional.
Biography: Jason grew up in a house in Long Beach. He was a college graduate and was studying marine biology with an internship at the Long Beach aquarium. Other than that, he was a normal nerd. The rest of his life was normal, highschool, then college, etc.He had just gone for a trip to Santa Monica when the apocalypse hit. He was inside a rock shop and hid inside a falling dinosaur skeleton.
Skills: Swimming, survival, cross-country running, and bow
Other: Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets
Add more detail to the Bio and Personality. Also stick to the skills listed in the app. Fix those and it will be considered.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
8/12/2011
Posts:
59
Member Details
Name:John Ocean Age:18 Gender:Male Appearance:Black Hair,tanned skin,tall and thin,muscelar,brown eyes,brown T-Shirt and Jeans Items:Bow And 5 Arrows,Musket Blueprints,Lighter,5xBread Personality:Self Defence,Protect the loves one,Hates Waiting,Friendy Biography:John grew up in a normal family,does'nt like bully but he alsos bully,went to archery class for 5 years.Smart in maths and Science.Join A Soccer Team (Amazon FC),also went to badminton class for 7 years,quite a gamer. Skills:Running,Bow,Survival,Musket Other:Always Proctect The Loves One
Appearance: He had a knack for being able to blend into the crowd at the right time. Shaggy, chocolate covered hair sat atop his head as it had for most of his teenage life. His eyes were blue and though his eyes remained with a constant look, they seemed to intensify his mood. Especially if he was in a rather bad one. His face looked relatively normal, except for the faint acne scars just an inch or two under his unique blue eyes.
He was relatively the average height, 5'10" but he had very little muscle. Fighting and toughness were not his strengths. He was built for speed and agility. The only skin that did show, was not sickly pale but a fair color. An olive military jacket which he inherited from his grandfather, black tee, jeans and boarding shoes made up his survival uniform.
Items: Not much was carried in the grey and black bag that hugged Casey's back in this new world: A switchblade, half-full lighter, a flashlight (No spare batteries), some canned food and a map.
Personality: A very headstrong, independant and prideful young man, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing thrift clothing or anything he didn't buy with his own hard earned cash but there were some redeeming qualities about him; a strong leader, he was very goal oriented and that often got him into trouble with his highschool friends whose loyalty to him was unmatched, and he was equally if not more loyal to them.
Biography:Casey had a bright future ahead of him when he was young, but as he aged from elementary school to middle school, his focus was more on his friends than his schoolwork. When he entered highschool, he was severely behind in the necessary grades to graduate.
His home life wasn't anything bad but nothing absolutely glorious, either. His family had their fair share of fights, him often in the middle of it due to his headstrong and devil-may-care attitude. His mother had a problem with alcohol, and he and his brother were often the only ones around to care for her.
Both of these subjects were touchy subjects for him, and anyone who asked would likely be immediately shut out from his private life or inner circle.
(Didn't feel like adding too much as he is a very underdeveloped character which I hope to change in this!)
Skills: Blade, Pistol/Explosives, Survival
Other:Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets! Bahaha!
Name:John Ocean Age:18 Gender:Male Appearance:Black Hair,tanned skin,tall and thin,muscelar,brown eyes,brown T-Shirt and Jeans Items:Bow And 5 Arrows,Musket Blueprints,Lighter,5xBread Personality:Self Defence,Protect the loves one,Hates Waiting,Friendy Biography:John grew up in a normal family,does'nt like bully but he alsos bully,went to archery class for 5 years.Smart in maths and Science.Join A Soccer Team (Amazon FC),also went to badminton class for 7 years,quite a gamer. Skills:Running,Bow,Survival,Musket Other:Always Proctect The Loves One
Add more detail in the following areas: Appearance, Personality, and Biography. Also Stick to the skills listed on the app area. Re-read the rules you missed something.
Appearance: He had a knack for being able to blend into the crowd at the right time. Shaggy, chocolate covered hair sat atop his head as it had for most of his teenage life. His eyes were blue and though his eyes remained with a constant look, they seemed to intensify his mood. Especially if he was in a rather bad one. His face looked relatively normal, except for the faint acne scars just an inch or two under his unique blue eyes.
He was relatively the average height, 5'10" but he had very little muscle. Fighting and toughness were not his strengths. He was built for speed and agility. The only skin that did show, was not sickly pale but a fair color. An olive military jacket which he inherited from his grandfather, black tee, jeans and boarding shoes made up his survival uniform.
Items: Not much was carried in the grey and black bag that hugged Casey's back in this new world: A switchblade, half-full lighter, a flashlight (No spare batteries), some canned food and a map.
Personality: A very headstrong, independant and prideful young man, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing thrift clothing or anything he didn't buy with his own hard earned cash but there were some redeeming qualities about him; a strong leader, he was very goal oriented and that often got him into trouble with his highschool friends whose loyalty to him was unmatched, and he was equally if not more loyal to them.
Biography:Casey had a bright future ahead of him when he was young, but as he aged from elementary school to middle school, his focus was more on his friends than his schoolwork. When he entered highschool, he was severely behind in the necessary grades to graduate.
His home life wasn't anything bad but nothing absolutely glorious, either. His family had their fair share of fights, him often in the middle of it due to his headstrong and devil-may-care attitude. His mother had a problem with alcohol, and he and his brother were often the only ones around to care for her.
Both of these subjects were touchy subjects for him, and anyone who asked would likely be immediately shut out from his private life or inner circle.
(Didn't feel like adding too much as he is a very underdeveloped character which I hope to change in this!)
Skills: Blade, Pistol/Explosives, Survival
Other:Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets! Bahaha!
Perfect there is no problem here. Your app may be accepted.
(( Ok, I'll start the RP since it's super slow getting applications. START! ))
Lucas' eyes was slowly, fluttering open. He was stuck, in large pieces of rubble. "I wish I was dead," he mumbled, picking himself up by pushing the rubble off his body. His head only remembered faint memories of what happened. Standing up, wobbly, he stared at the destruction of the world. "I can't believe this happened." Lucas said, walking down the rubble from the destroyed buildings the apocalypse had made. "Help!" shouted Lucas, hopelessly. Silence was everywhere. He picked up his remained and nearly-useless belongings, getting ready to survive.
Name:Mark Nahkuri (na-k-oo-ri) Age: 17 Gender: male Appearance: Long blonde thin hair, glasses, skinny and scar on his hand from his wrist to the bottom of his thumb Items:a few coins (not that they'll do anything) a sandwich and a pack of chips Personality:nerdy, emotional but usually happy and keeps to himself most of the time
Biography: Mark grew up as a very smart kid he loved machines and how they worked infact his first word was "car" as a toddler he used to always be breaking toys to look inside them one time he even broke a glass toy the glass flew in the air and cut his hand. He never broke a toy ever again after that he asked his dad to build or break something with him every day until he went to school through all that he learn't all about wires and batteries. They all fascinated him
When he started going to school the teachers couldn't find anything to challenge Mark he always finished his work early and after he had finished he would start playing with his pens taking them apart and putting them back together. his parents were both amazed when he skipped grade 1 and 2 he always read in his free time, about anything but he mainly read about Robots and machines that have changed the world.
He always got bullied because he was younger than everyone in his class. They all hated the fact that they couldn't beat him that had anything to do with wit although they could easily beat him in a fistfight. He hated violence and always has it disgusted him that anyone would think of fighting for a living.
His carrear dream was to be a engineer and when he did his work experience he did it at a mechanic.
Then one day walking home from school he saw the wave.
Skills:traps, explosives and survival
Other:Rub your butts wiggle your nibblets
hope you approve
Name:Mark Nahkuri (na-k-oo-ri) Age: 17 Gender: male Appearance: Long blonde thin hair, glasses, skinny and scar on his hand from his wrist to the bottom of his thumb Items:a few coins (not that they'll do anything) a sandwich and a pack of chips Personality:nerdy, emotional but usually happy and keeps to himself most of the time
Biography: Mark grew up as a very smart kid he loved machines and how they worked infact his first word was "car" as a toddler he used to always be breaking toys to look inside them one time he even broke a glass toy the glass flew in the air and cut his hand. He never broke a toy ever again after that he asked his dad to build or break something with him every day until he went to school through all that he learn't all about wires and batteries. They all fascinated him
When he started going to school the teachers couldn't find anything to challenge Mark he always finished his work early and after he had finished he would start playing with his pens taking them apart and putting them back together. his parents were both amazed when he skipped grade 1 and 2 he always read in his free time, about anything but he mainly read about Robots and machines that have changed the world.
He always got bullied because he was younger than everyone in his class. They all hated the fact that they couldn't beat him that had anything to do with wit although they could easily beat him in a fistfight. He hated violence and always has it disgusted him that anyone would think of fighting for a living.
His carrear dream was to be a engineer and when he did his work experience he did it at a mechanic.
Then one day walking home from school he saw the wave.
Skills:traps, explosives and survival
Other:Rub your butts wiggle your nibblets
hope you approve
I like it, approved. Although you can add one more skill from blades/blunt. Like Sakuchi said it is okay to start now.
I like it, approved. Although you can add one more skill from blades/blunt. Like Sakuchi said it is okay to start now.
I know but Mark hates violence
Mark found himself lying on the beach where blood littered the sea "was I the only one to survive", he muttered. He still had his schoolbag on, he checked inside there was still money from the canteen and some of the food he bought. He closed his bag and started walking up a hill to find if anyone else survived.
Sun was setting. Lucas was starving and indescribably tired. Then, there was a faint voice in the distance. Lucas' mouth was dropping. He ran to the way the voice was heard. To his shock, it was a human.
Appearance: Short, but stocky. Stands at 5'4", has light brown eyes and moppy hair the same color. He wears a blue-white striped polo with a grey t-shirt underneath, and blue tight-fitting jeans. His Converse shoes are scraped and muddy from long use and the wave of water he was just thrown into.
Items: Wallet w/ ID, a few soggy dollar bills, and a shake-to-start flashlight.
Personality: He tends to freak out on a regular basis, but his humor has kept up the morale of many a man.
Biography: Zack was born into poverty, his dad dead before he knew him and his mom living paycheck to paycheck. When he came of age, he got a job as an oilfield worker. He had been on the way back to his home in Los Angeles when he was hit by the flood. Torn from the innards of his car, he miraculously escaped with only scrapes and a broken arm.
Appearance: Short, but stocky. Stands at 5'4", has light brown eyes and moppy hair the same color. He wears a blue-white striped polo with a grey t-shirt underneath, and blue tight-fitting jeans. His Converse shoes are scraped and muddy from long use and the wave of water he was just thrown into.
Items: Wallet w/ ID, a few soggy dollar bills, and a shake-to-start flashlight.
Personality: He tends to freak out on a regular basis, but his humor has kept up the morale of many a man.
Biography: Zack was born into poverty, his dad dead before he knew him and his mom living paycheck to paycheck. When he came of age, he got a job as an oilfield worker. He had been on the way back to his home in Los Angeles when he was hit by the flood. Torn from the innards of his car, he miraculously escaped with only scrapes and a broken arm.
Skills:(SKILLS AVAILABLE: Fitness and Explosives.
Other: When does the narwhal bacon?
1. You didn't read the rules.
2. It's too short.
3. I do not really understand your bio.
4. You didn't look at examples of apps.
You can improve your application by making the bio A LOT longer. And looking at the rules.
This will NEVER be a server.
This is my first roleplay topic. Please PM me if there is any grammar error, something to put to the topic or etc. Enjoy!
Year 2018, 22nd of August. The day when it happened.
You think this was just a normal day. Fine weather, people walking, cars zooming. Well, not this one. You see, the "End of The World" is unexpected, right? Maybe it'll be next year, next week, or, heck maybe it'll be tomorrow. People aren't prepared yet, for what?
You're just watching TV, looking at the news. Car accidents, suicides, stuff like that. Then, one of the most spine-shivering news of all time came. Nuclear plants from around the world unexpectedly blew up. Nuclear radiation was going around the world. People were getting mutated. Then, you hear rumbling of rocks. Suddenly, ground is shaking. Cracks opening from the ground, getting bigger and bigger. People are falling through them. "How did this happen?" You say, not realizing this was the end of the world. Suddenly, boulders falling from the sky. Tall buildings falling just like 9/11. "I can't survive this." You thought. It was the end of humanity, there is no hope. Tsunamis coming, water flooding rapidly to the cities. People drowning. Luckily for you, you can swim. But, the water was too strong for you, sweeping you away just like dirt. It was far more than catastrophic. It was the end of your life. Your hand was reaching for the ledges, but to no avail. Realizing there was no more hope, you close your eyes, knowing it was the death of you.
But that, was just the beginning.
You woke up, shocked, because you aren't in heaven or hell or any other place you believe you are going to when you die. You are alive. Coughing out water and standing up, You see the catastrophe. Getting up and savaging your nearly broken items, you have survived the Apocalypse. Now this, is the Aftermath.
The roleplay takes place in Los Angeles. I picked it since most of you guys know Los Angeles and it is famous, too. You may come from a different place, as long as it is near Los Angeles. I don't want a guy coming from the Philippines and got randomly and impossibly swept away to the U.S.A. Don't argue about this, since this is the Aftermath of an apocalypse. Every place pretty much seems crushed like hell. Now, people are a lot different, by a lot, I mean nearly every survivor of the apocalypse. There is no more fresh water, so people drink salt water and die from sickness. There is no more medicine as everything is savaged already. Cannibalism is becoming more common. People are like wild animals.
No more law, no more rules. It's every man for himself. You will meet attackers, thieves, team-mates, and betrayers. Find a way to escape the terror you are in, or make a civilization.
• No 1337 talk. ( ex. D0n'T 5p3E@k 1ik3 tH15 ) Speak fluent english. If your first language isn't English, just try to make it have sense.
• No godmodding. ( ex. Buttboy became a god and destroyed every human alive. THE END ) DON'T DO THIS.
• Respect everyone on the roleplay.
• Limited food and supplies only. DO NOT START WITH POWERFUL WEAPONS. Instead of putting "Fiery Dark Chainsaw of Doom and Butts" use "Old Trusty Crowbar".
• No Robot, Alien, and etc. ONLY HUMANS.
• Put "Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets" in your "Other:" app.
• Put the LEAST swearing as possible in your replies.
• I say if a person is near getting mutated by story.
• Please, just put short paragraphs by short paragraphs. People get uninterested if you put a mountain of text.
• Have fun!
Application Form of Character:
Example (My App):
Name: Lucas "Sakuchi"
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Lucas' height is normal, at 6'4. His hair's messed up and the color's very dark brown, and with medium length. His eyes are dark green, but not too dark. He has a small scar on his left eye. He has a necklace that is very special to him, that has a sun-like shaped diamond on it. He is currently wearing a lime green shirt with an open very-dark-grey hoodie. He has black baggy pants and red high-cut Converse shoes. He has a red digital watch and a red and black sling-bag.
Items: Lucas' sling-bag has a medium-lengthed thin katana with is slightly broken, an aluminum lighter, a thermos, some chewing gum and a few canned food.
Personality: He's most of the time serious and sometimes happy. He makes jokes and has a sense of humor. He is very approachable and he protects friends no matter what and he treats his friends just like his brothers and sisters.
Biography: Lucas grew up in a rich family, his father is a CEO of a video-game company and his mother is the vice president. His parents spend a lot of time on him, a lot more than their jobs. He graduated and went to a very good school.
One cold night, when his parents went for shopping together, Lucas waved goodbye, unknowingly that was their last goodbye. In his eyes, his parents were killed suddenly after leaving their house by an unknown murderer in cold blood. He ran as fast as he could, with cold tears dripping from his eyes. He grieved from his parents death. He still saw the murderer walking away to the shadows. In indescribable anger, he picked his father's pocket knife and threw it, with amazing accuracy. Hitting the murderer's head, blood flooded to the ground.
At the age of 16 he managed his father's very-large company. Knowing that he cannot manage it due to inexperience, he quit his job. He just stayed at his home, scarred for life as what had happened from his parents.
Then the catastrophic apocalypse started. He pledged to kill cannibals, thieves, and other evil to avenge his parents.
Skills: Blade, Automatic & Explosives, Survival
Other: I like buttery nipples. Oh, and wiggle your butts, wiggle your nibblets.
Members:
Sakuchi, Lucas
Gales92, Jackson F. Grant
Tehrawrzorz, Casey Daniels
Rhino188, Mark Nahkuri
Svirase, Fang
Fallen_Dragon, Isaac Black
Mafidog, Daniel Carpenter
CptPorkins, Derek Rivella
Hougi123, Brianna
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jackson has long black hair, brown eyes, and a moderatly tan body. He is muscular but not what others would consider buff. He has a scar on the top of his right hand from a meat cutting accident. He wears a pair of black cargo pants, red running shoes, and a red t-shirt.
Items:His old police pistol, 20 extra round for his pistol, three cans of fruit, and a dull butchers knife
Personality: Jackson is a nice person generally trusting in people he knows. He is very reclusive when it comes to anybody he doesn't know but will warm up quickly to them. He is very brave and is always the first to suggest rushing in.
Biography:Jackson was born twenty miles north of Los Angeles on May 19, 1992. His mother worked at a nearby convinence store on 21st street. His dad worked at the loading docks of the Neram, a local resteraunt. Jackson's brother was 4 years old when he was born and always' disliked Jackson for stealing their parents love. The house Jackson was born in was fairly old and was only big enough to fit 3 people in the house.
When Jackson turned 5 years old his father got into a crash driving home from work. Jackson's mother had gotten the call that he had been in a crash at 7o'clock pm. She then told Jackson and his brother that she would have to go out for a little bit and would leave them at the house. When she left Jackson's brother said"Well then Jack why don't we go sit on the couch and watch T.V." Jackson was estatic that his brother actually wanted to spend time with him. They had watched their shows for two hours when their mother came back home from the hospital. Jackson and his brother instantlly knew something was wrong when they saw that their mother was crying so they asked what was wrong. She said that their father had been in a crash and did not survive it. Jackson was shocked that he would never be able to see his father ever again or atleast untill he went to heaven.
Ten years later when Jackson was 15 he got a job at the local butcher shop. It was his first job and he took it very seriusly. He always arrived on time, he never missed a day, and he always respected his boss and co-workers. He loved the job since it allowed him to help his mother pay the bills and buy food. He had been working there for two months when his hand slipped while he was cutting some meat. The butchers' knife slid off the meat and hit the top of his hand causing a very deep cut. Jackson was rushed straight to the hospital to have the cut stiched up and make sure there was not permanent damage. There was no permanent damage but once it had healed and the stiches had been removed it left a scar on his hand.
Jackson graduated highschool three years later at the age of 18. Jackson had applied for college course for a degree in criminal investigation at the Institute of Technology. He was accpeted to the institute one day before he turned 19. He started classes the month after he was accpeted to the institute. Jackson studyed hard for four years till he got the degree in criminal investigation. After acheiveing the degree Jackson set out on a hunt for a job which he could use his new found knowledge in.
Jackson was 24 when he finnaly applied for a job at the L.A. police station. They eagerly accpeted his appliacation and sent him to the crime scene investigation part of their unit. The job was dirty and bloody but it payed well and gave Jackson a chance to help catch the criminals. After a year passed Jackson had seen over fifty seven crime scenes and fourty bodys. Jackson quit the force two months after he turned 25 for he knew that the job was not for him. Jackson then went to work at the Broken Yolk which was a dinner at 39th street which served mainly egg based foods. The job was a nice and steady one and he loved it. He would serve the people their food and get the supplys for the food. He worked at the Broken Yolk till he turned 26. That was when the apocalypse happened.
Skills:Blade, Long Gun&pistol, Fitness.
Other:Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets
I hope you approve of this application.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown long hair, tanned skin, curious brown eyes, ripped shirt and clothes. He is tall and thin, but really muscular as well.
Personality: Curious, kind, emotional. Always wants to help people and always wants to learn more.
Biography: Jason grew up in a house in Long Beach. He was an only child and his parents took good care of him, nearly spoiling him. He learned a lot about animals and knows a decent bit of stuff about computers. He read a lot of books and such. As college graduate he was studying marine biology with an internship at the Long Beach aquarium. He would dive into the kelp forest tank to feed the fish and catalog them. Other than that, he was a normal nerd. The rest of his life was normal, highschool, then college, etc.He had just gone for a trip to Santa Monica for fun when the apocalypse hit. He was inside a rock shop and hid inside a falling dinosaur skeleton. The earthquakes shook the building and he, like most Californians, ran to a doorway to hide underneath. As he ran, the skeleton toppled. It saved his life as the building sank into the ground and a boulder crushed the doorway. He woke up a while later.
Skills: Blade/Taps/Explosives/Survival
Other: Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets
Add more detail to the Bio and Personality. Also stick to the skills listed in the app. Fix those and it will be considered.
It still needs more detail in the areas i told you about. Take my app for example, it is long and detailed yet understandable.
Age:18
Gender:Male
Appearance:Black Hair,tanned skin,tall and thin,muscelar,brown eyes,brown T-Shirt and Jeans
Items:Bow And 5 Arrows,Musket Blueprints,Lighter,5xBread
Personality:Self Defence,Protect the loves one,Hates Waiting,Friendy
Biography:John grew up in a normal family,does'nt like bully but he alsos bully,went to archery class for 5 years.Smart in maths and Science.Join A Soccer Team (Amazon FC),also went to badminton class for 7 years,quite a gamer.
Skills:Running,Bow,Survival,Musket
Other:Always Proctect The Loves One
What ya starin at fool? grab a gun and run before they come at ya.
Erm, I accidentally quoted Gales92's application on that post.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: He had a knack for being able to blend into the crowd at the right time. Shaggy, chocolate covered hair sat atop his head as it had for most of his teenage life. His eyes were blue and though his eyes remained with a constant look, they seemed to intensify his mood. Especially if he was in a rather bad one. His face looked relatively normal, except for the faint acne scars just an inch or two under his unique blue eyes.
He was relatively the average height, 5'10" but he had very little muscle. Fighting and toughness were not his strengths. He was built for speed and agility. The only skin that did show, was not sickly pale but a fair color. An olive military jacket which he inherited from his grandfather, black tee, jeans and boarding shoes made up his survival uniform.
Items: Not much was carried in the grey and black bag that hugged Casey's back in this new world: A switchblade, half-full lighter, a flashlight (No spare batteries), some canned food and a map.
Personality: A very headstrong, independant and prideful young man, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing thrift clothing or anything he didn't buy with his own hard earned cash but there were some redeeming qualities about him; a strong leader, he was very goal oriented and that often got him into trouble with his highschool friends whose loyalty to him was unmatched, and he was equally if not more loyal to them.
Biography:Casey had a bright future ahead of him when he was young, but as he aged from elementary school to middle school, his focus was more on his friends than his schoolwork. When he entered highschool, he was severely behind in the necessary grades to graduate.
His home life wasn't anything bad but nothing absolutely glorious, either. His family had their fair share of fights, him often in the middle of it due to his headstrong and devil-may-care attitude. His mother had a problem with alcohol, and he and his brother were often the only ones around to care for her.
Both of these subjects were touchy subjects for him, and anyone who asked would likely be immediately shut out from his private life or inner circle.
(Didn't feel like adding too much as he is a very underdeveloped character which I hope to change in this!)
Skills: Blade, Pistol/Explosives, Survival
Other:Rub your butts, wiggle your nibblets! Bahaha!
Add more detail in the following areas: Appearance, Personality, and Biography. Also Stick to the skills listed on the app area. Re-read the rules you missed something.
Perfect there is no problem here. Your app may be accepted.
Lucas' eyes was slowly, fluttering open. He was stuck, in large pieces of rubble. "I wish I was dead," he mumbled, picking himself up by pushing the rubble off his body. His head only remembered faint memories of what happened. Standing up, wobbly, he stared at the destruction of the world. "I can't believe this happened." Lucas said, walking down the rubble from the destroyed buildings the apocalypse had made. "Help!" shouted Lucas, hopelessly. Silence was everywhere. He picked up his remained and nearly-useless belongings, getting ready to survive.
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: Long blonde thin hair, glasses, skinny and scar on his hand from his wrist to the bottom of his thumb
Items:a few coins (not that they'll do anything) a sandwich and a pack of chips
Personality:nerdy, emotional but usually happy and keeps to himself most of the time
Biography: Mark grew up as a very smart kid he loved machines and how they worked infact his first word was "car" as a toddler he used to always be breaking toys to look inside them one time he even broke a glass toy the glass flew in the air and cut his hand. He never broke a toy ever again after that he asked his dad to build or break something with him every day until he went to school through all that he learn't all about wires and batteries. They all fascinated him
When he started going to school the teachers couldn't find anything to challenge Mark he always finished his work early and after he had finished he would start playing with his pens taking them apart and putting them back together. his parents were both amazed when he skipped grade 1 and 2 he always read in his free time, about anything but he mainly read about Robots and machines that have changed the world.
He always got bullied because he was younger than everyone in his class. They all hated the fact that they couldn't beat him that had anything to do with wit although they could easily beat him in a fistfight. He hated violence and always has it disgusted him that anyone would think of fighting for a living.
His carrear dream was to be a engineer and when he did his work experience he did it at a mechanic.
Then one day walking home from school he saw the wave.
Skills:traps, explosives and survival
Other:Rub your butts wiggle your nibblets
hope you approve
I like it, approved. Although you can add one more skill from blades/blunt. Like Sakuchi said it is okay to start now.
I know but Mark hates violence
Mark found himself lying on the beach where blood littered the sea "was I the only one to survive", he muttered. He still had his schoolbag on, he checked inside there was still money from the canteen and some of the food he bought. He closed his bag and started walking up a hill to find if anyone else survived.
(( It was Rhino188 btw. ))
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short, but stocky. Stands at 5'4", has light brown eyes and moppy hair the same color. He wears a blue-white striped polo with a grey t-shirt underneath, and blue tight-fitting jeans. His Converse shoes are scraped and muddy from long use and the wave of water he was just thrown into.
Items: Wallet w/ ID, a few soggy dollar bills, and a shake-to-start flashlight.
Personality: He tends to freak out on a regular basis, but his humor has kept up the morale of many a man.
Biography: Zack was born into poverty, his dad dead before he knew him and his mom living paycheck to paycheck. When he came of age, he got a job as an oilfield worker. He had been on the way back to his home in Los Angeles when he was hit by the flood. Torn from the innards of his car, he miraculously escaped with only scrapes and a broken arm.
Skills:(SKILLS AVAILABLE: Fitness and Explosives.
Other: When does the narwhal bacon?
1. You didn't read the rules.
2. It's too short.
3. I do not really understand your bio.
4. You didn't look at examples of apps.
You can improve your application by making the bio A LOT longer. And looking at the rules.
For now, denied.