Creating Obsidian tools had been a dream for all Minecraftians. One day, someone finally created an Obsidian Pickaxe, the creator was honored by it's creation, and so he tested it on a mountain peak. But to the citizen's horror, the pickaxe does more than mining stones: the whole mountain shattered to pieces. The creator of the pickaxe saw how powerful and dangerous the Obsidian Pickaxe was, so he allowed his creation to be sealed in a bedrock box that can only be opened with a key made of pure diamond.
Hundreds of years has passed, you are one of the people looking for the Obsidian Pickaxe, but not for glory, to prevent the Endermen from getting their hands on it.
Rules
1. No meta-gaming/ power gaming/ god modding.
2. Respect other players.
3. No curses allowed at all. Censoring it still counts.
4. Relationships are allowed, but don't do "that"!
5. "speech", (thoughts), [actions] and {OOCs}
6. Put "Diamond" in your app.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/5/2011
Posts:
56
Minecraft:
catman1776
Member Details
Diamond Name: Aleksander Fornet Age: 18 Appearance: Wears a Blue shirt with Dark Blue jeans. Has a scar over his right eye blinding that eye. His eye is Dark Blue and has brown hair. Personality: Generally is talkative but tends to be hesitant to talk to someone if he thinks he will offend them, make the situation awkward, or if he doesn't know them. Occupation: Miner. Always has been, Always will be. Bio: Ever since he was a young minecraftian, he has been amazed by the story of the Obsidian pick. As he grew older and older, he researched more and more about it. While on a mining trip to a suspected location of the bedrock box, a cave in happened. A rock fell and put a gash over his eye (hence how he got blinded) and his father was buried alive. This made him think, "If I had that pick this would not have happened. We could have saved him and gotten the materials we need" Now, the day is upon him. He is 18 and ready to venture out, in search, of the Obsidian Pickaxe.
Name: Aleksander Fornet Age: 18 Appearance: Wears a Blue shirt with Dark Blue jeans. Has a scar over his right eye blinding that eye. His eye is Dark Blue and has brown hair. Personality: Generally is talkative but tends to be hesitant to talk to someone if he thinks he will offend them, make the situation awkward, or if he doesn't know them. Occupation: Miner. Always has been, Always will be. Bio: Ever since he was a young minecraftian, he has been amazed by the story of the Obsidian pick. As he grew older and older, he researched more and more about it. While on a mining trip to a suspected location of the bedrock box, a cave in happened. A rock fell and put a gash over his eye (hence how he got blinded) and his father was buried alive. This made him think, "If I had that pick this would not have happened. We could have saved him and gotten the materials we need" Now, the day is upon him. He is 18 and ready to venture out, in search, of the Obsidian Pickaxe.
UM... sorry. You did not read the rules. Try again.
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Diamond Name: Aleksander Fornet Age: 18 Appearance: Wears a Blue shirt with Dark Blue jeans. Has a scar over his right eye blinding that eye. His eye is Dark Blue and has brown hair. Personality: Generally is talkative but tends to be hesitant to talk to someone if he thinks he will offend them, make the situation awkward, or if he doesn't know them. Occupation: Miner. Always has been, Always will be. Bio: Ever since he was a young minecraftian, he has been amazed by the story of the Obsidian pick. As he grew older and older, he researched more and more about it. While on a mining trip to a suspected location of the bedrock box, a cave in happened. A rock fell and put a gash over his eye (hence how he got blinded) and his father was buried alive. This made him think, "If I had that pick this would not have happened. We could have saved him and gotten the materials we need" Now, the day is upon him. He is 18 and ready to venture out, in search, of the Obsidian Pickaxe.
Accepted.
You can start rping. You begin by packing your stuff, in your home at Miner City.
Name: James Antoro
Age:26
Appearance: www.minershoes.com/editor then type into the box below it type in Akimadude and there is my appearence
Personality: Scary but silent no one has ever heard him speak, tough, knows how to make tools well and more efficient
Occupation: Black smith
Bio: James grew up in a small town on the outskirts of minecraftia. His mother harvested wheat and apples for the village and his father Mined in the county mine. He was sitting outside his house watching the pigs and chickens play when the town authorities came up to him. His mother was with them she looked sad almost disappointed. He suddenly realized what happened his father was usually back by at least three hours ago. He wasn't worried because he thought his crew just found {Diamond} but he immediatly realized when he saw his mothers face. A storm started out of nowhere like they always do and it began to pour down on the town. James started to cry he ran inside and ran up to his room and sat down on his bed. His mother came in. "He's gone isn't he?" James asked sounding angry. His mother sat down next to him. "James..." she said in a soft voice "It's not your fault a monster came up behind him and ambushed him." his mother said. "It was my fault." James said, because without her knowledge his father wanted James to go into the mine that day and help him, because his guarder (A person that guards the miners form monsters) had to stay home because of his new child, But James refused because he had more "Important" work to do which consisted of sitting on the couch all day and talking with his friends. "How could you say that James?" she asked shocked. James told her the story. His mother looked at him almost scared of him. she backed away slowly crying and left the room. She didn't talk to him anymore that night nor did he. Instead James was angry, not at his mother but himself. He packed his bags and left out the window he took his father's old weapons and tools and headed for the main city to live with his uncle which worked in Blacksmithing.
(Yes I know it's long but I'm a story writer, so sue me.)
Name: James Antoro
Age:26
Appearance: www.minershoes.com/editor then type into the box below it type in Akimadude and there is my appearence
Personality: Scary but silent no one has ever heard him speak, tough, knows how to make tools well and more efficient
Occupation: Black smith
Bio: James grew up in a small town on the outskirts of minecraftia. His mother harvested wheat and apples for the village and his father Mined in the county mine. He was sitting outside his house watching the pigs and chickens play when the town authorities came up to him. His mother was with them she looked sad almost disappointed. He suddenly realized what happened his father was usually back by at least three hours ago. He wasn't worried because he thought his crew just found {Diamond} but he immediatly realized when he saw his mothers face. A storm started out of nowhere like they always do and it began to pour down on the town. James started to cry he ran inside and ran up to his room and sat down on his bed. His mother came in. "He's gone isn't he?" James asked sounding angry. His mother sat down next to him. "James..." she said in a soft voice "It's not your fault a monster came up behind him and ambushed him." his mother said. "It was my fault." James said, because without her knowledge his father wanted James to go into the mine that day and help him, because his guarder (A person that guards the miners form monsters) had to stay home because of his new child, But James refused because he had more "Important" work to do which consisted of sitting on the couch all day and talking with his friends. "How could you say that James?" she asked shocked. James told her the story. His mother looked at him almost scared of him. she backed away slowly crying and left the room. She didn't talk to him anymore that night nor did he. Instead James was angry, not at his mother but himself. He packed his bags and left out the window he took his father's old weapons and tools and headed for the main city to live with his uncle which worked in Blacksmithing.
(Yes I know it's long but I'm a story writer, so sue me.)
Accepted.
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Name: Kevin Powers Age: 15 Appearance: http://www.mcskinsea...in/videomixer99 Personality: He does not give trust easily, but if you gain his trust he will attempt to protect you Occupation: Miner Bio: He lived in a house that he built after being thrown out of the city at age 12. He learned to fend for himself and made a house with wooden planks and a farm. He eventually returned and sold his ores from long mining trips to buy essentials. He still lives alone, but will do anything to protect Minecraftia.
Diamond
Name:Kero (no last name read bio)
Age:unknown
Appearance:Exactly like a creeper with the execption of having arms and legs.
Personality:Strong willed and shy with a huge curiosity. Rarely talks as he hisses when he says anything with an s. He is an expert working underground and with explosives.
Occupation:Underground explorer and extreme miner
Bio: Woke up in a cave with a sign by a chest that read "Here are some goodies -H" The chest contained a diamond chestplate, diamond pickaxe,leather pants and boots, some food, TNT, and a buisness suit that read "Kero" on the name tag. Being shunned and just openly disliked he became shy and generally distrusts people. Also by the cave he woke up in, a bedrock box was lying on the ground cavered with traps. After hearing the story he was mildly interested. BUt of the time someone actually talked to him, he had taken intrest into the obsididian pickaxe as the enderman had been pursuing him for its location. This person had one eye and was young. He had learned to trust him and actually had his first conversation.
Name: Kevin Powers Age: 15 Appearance: http://www.mcskinsea...in/videomixer99 Personality: He does not give trust easily, but if you gain his trust he will attempt to protect you Occupation: Miner Bio: He lived in a house that he built after being thrown out of the city at age 12. He learned to fend for himself and made a house with wooden planks and a farm. He eventually returned and sold his ores from long mining trips to buy essentials. He still lives alone, but will do anything to protect Minecraftia.
Diamond
Name:Kero (no last name read bio)
Age:unknown
Appearance:Exactly like a creeper with the execption of having arms and legs.
Personality:Strong willed and shy with a huge curiosity. Rarely talks as he hisses when he says anything with an s. He is an expert working underground and with explosives.
Occupation:Underground explorer and extreme miner
Bio: Woke up in a cave with a sign by a chest that read "Here are some goodies -H" The chest contained a diamond chestplate, diamond pickaxe,leather pants and boots, some food, TNT, and a buisness suit that read "Kero" on the name tag. Being shunned and just openly disliked he became shy and generally distrusts people. Also by the cave he woke up in, a bedrock box was lying on the ground cavered with traps. After hearing the story he was mildly interested. BUt of the time someone actually talked to him, he had taken intrest into the obsididian pickaxe as the enderman had been pursuing him for its location. This person had one eye and was young. He had learned to trust him and actually had his first conversation.
Denied, you must be a human.
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Diamond
Name:Kero (no last name read bio)
Age:unknown
Appearance:A white male with purple eyes weres plate armor and a buisness suit when the occasion calls..
Personality:Strong willed and shy with a huge curiosity. Rarely talks as he has been juged for whatever comes out of his mouth.. He is an expert working underground and with explosives.
Occupation:Underground explorer and extreme miner
Bio: Woke up in a cave with a sign by a chest that read "Here are some goodies -H" The chest contained a diamond chestplate, diamond pickaxe,leather pants and boots, some food, TNT, and a buisness suit that read "Kero" on the name tag. Being shunned and just openly disliked, he became shy and generally distrusts people. Also by the cave he woke up in, a bedrock box was lying on the ground cavered with traps. After hearing the story he was mildly interested. But by the time someone actually talked to him, he had taken intrest into the obsididian pickaxe as the enderman had been pursuing him for its location. This person had one eye and was young. He had learned to trust him and actually had his first conversation.
Diamond
Name:Kero (no last name read bio)
Age:unknown
Appearance:A white male with purple eyes weres plate armor and a buisness suit when the occasion calls..
Personality:Strong willed and shy with a huge curiosity. Rarely talks as he has been juged for whatever comes out of his mouth.. He is an expert working underground and with explosives.
Occupation:Underground explorer and extreme miner
Bio: Woke up in a cave with a sign by a chest that read "Here are some goodies -H" The chest contained a diamond chestplate, diamond pickaxe,leather pants and boots, some food, TNT, and a buisness suit that read "Kero" on the name tag. Being shunned and just openly disliked, he became shy and generally distrusts people. Also by the cave he woke up in, a bedrock box was lying on the ground cavered with traps. After hearing the story he was mildly interested. But by the time someone actually talked to him, he had taken intrest into the obsididian pickaxe as the enderman had been pursuing him for its location. This person had one eye and was young. He had learned to trust him and actually had his first conversation.
Accepted!
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Diamond
Name: Shader Noctur
Age: 13
Appearance: http://i.mcss.me/manslayer222.png
Personality: Joker, Trickster, Sarcastic
Occupation: Miner and Archer
Bio: Shade used to be a regular child, living with his parents and having fun. But then, one day, it all changed. His father was reading to him the tale of the Obsidian Pick, when the earth started shaking. His father and mother lead him out of his little cottage, but unfortunately, they could not make it out themselves. This scarred him, and he was forced to live on the streets of Minecraftia, begging for money. After a while, he was thrown some old tattered clothing and his Fathers bow and arrow, though he could not tell who it was from. He quickly put the tattered clothes on and slung the bow and arrows over his shoulder, and found himself again. He could now laugh or smile. He decided to live alone in one of the houses, as he had gathered so much money over years and years of begging that he now had enough money to buy a house. He bought it and lived a lone.
Diamond
Name: Shader Noctur
Age: 13
Appearance: http://i.mcss.me/manslayer222.png
Personality: Joker, Trickster, Sarcastic
Occupation: Miner and Archer
Bio: Shade used to be a regular child, living with his parents and having fun. But then, one day, it all changed. His father was reading to him the tale of the Obsidian Pick, when the earth started shaking. His father and mother lead him out of his little cottage, but unfortunately, they could not make it out themselves. This scarred him, and he was forced to live on the streets of Minecraftia, begging for money. After a while, he was thrown some old tattered clothing and his Fathers bow and arrow, though he could not tell who it was from. He quickly put the tattered clothes on and slung the bow and arrows over his shoulder, and found himself again. He could now laugh or smile. He decided to live alone in one of the houses, as he had gathered so much money over years and years of begging that he now had enough money to buy a house. He bought it and lived a lone.
Well, you're Accepted!
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Ironically, I seem to have lost interest in Minecraft. So have a taste of my Heavy Machine Gun.
Creating Obsidian tools had been a dream for all Minecraftians. One day, someone finally created an Obsidian Pickaxe, the creator was honored by it's creation, and so he tested it on a mountain peak. But to the citizen's horror, the pickaxe does more than mining stones: the whole mountain shattered to pieces. The creator of the pickaxe saw how powerful and dangerous the Obsidian Pickaxe was, so he allowed his creation to be sealed in a bedrock box that can only be opened with a key made of pure diamond.
Hundreds of years has passed, you are one of the people looking for the Obsidian Pickaxe, but not for glory, to prevent the Endermen from getting their hands on it.
Rules
1. No meta-gaming/ power gaming/ god modding.
2. Respect other players.
3. No curses allowed at all. Censoring it still counts.
4. Relationships are allowed, but don't do "that"!
5. "speech", (thoughts), [actions] and {OOCs}
6. Put "Diamond" in your app.
App
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Occupation:
Bio:
Name: Aleksander Fornet
Age: 18
Appearance: Wears a Blue shirt with Dark Blue jeans. Has a scar over his right eye blinding that eye. His eye is Dark Blue and has brown hair.
Personality: Generally is talkative but tends to be hesitant to talk to someone if he thinks he will offend them, make the situation awkward, or if he doesn't know them.
Occupation: Miner. Always has been, Always will be.
Bio: Ever since he was a young minecraftian, he has been amazed by the story of the Obsidian pick. As he grew older and older, he researched more and more about it. While on a mining trip to a suspected location of the bedrock box, a cave in happened. A rock fell and put a gash over his eye (hence how he got blinded) and his father was buried alive. This made him think, "If I had that pick this would not have happened. We could have saved him and gotten the materials we need" Now, the day is upon him. He is 18 and ready to venture out, in search, of the Obsidian Pickaxe.
UM... sorry. You did not read the rules. Try again.
Accepted.
You can start rping. You begin by packing your stuff, in your home at Miner City.
Just go ahead if you want to play. This rp is open to everyone.
Age:26
Appearance: www.minershoes.com/editor then type into the box below it type in Akimadude and there is my appearence
Personality: Scary but silent no one has ever heard him speak, tough, knows how to make tools well and more efficient
Occupation: Black smith
Bio: James grew up in a small town on the outskirts of minecraftia. His mother harvested wheat and apples for the village and his father Mined in the county mine. He was sitting outside his house watching the pigs and chickens play when the town authorities came up to him. His mother was with them she looked sad almost disappointed. He suddenly realized what happened his father was usually back by at least three hours ago. He wasn't worried because he thought his crew just found {Diamond} but he immediatly realized when he saw his mothers face. A storm started out of nowhere like they always do and it began to pour down on the town. James started to cry he ran inside and ran up to his room and sat down on his bed. His mother came in. "He's gone isn't he?" James asked sounding angry. His mother sat down next to him. "James..." she said in a soft voice "It's not your fault a monster came up behind him and ambushed him." his mother said. "It was my fault." James said, because without her knowledge his father wanted James to go into the mine that day and help him, because his guarder (A person that guards the miners form monsters) had to stay home because of his new child, But James refused because he had more "Important" work to do which consisted of sitting on the couch all day and talking with his friends. "How could you say that James?" she asked shocked. James told her the story. His mother looked at him almost scared of him. she backed away slowly crying and left the room. She didn't talk to him anymore that night nor did he. Instead James was angry, not at his mother but himself. He packed his bags and left out the window he took his father's old weapons and tools and headed for the main city to live with his uncle which worked in Blacksmithing.
(Yes I know it's long but I'm a story writer, so sue me.)
Accepted.
Age: 15
Appearance: http://www.mcskinsea...in/videomixer99
Personality: He does not give trust easily, but if you gain his trust he will attempt to protect you
Occupation: Miner
Bio: He lived in a house that he built after being thrown out of the city at age 12. He learned to fend for himself and made a house with wooden planks and a farm. He eventually returned and sold his ores from long mining trips to buy essentials. He still lives alone, but will do anything to protect Minecraftia.
Diamond
Name:Kero (no last name read bio)
Age:unknown
Appearance:Exactly like a creeper with the execption of having arms and legs.
Personality:Strong willed and shy with a huge curiosity. Rarely talks as he hisses when he says anything with an s. He is an expert working underground and with explosives.
Occupation:Underground explorer and extreme miner
Bio: Woke up in a cave with a sign by a chest that read "Here are some goodies -H" The chest contained a diamond chestplate, diamond pickaxe,leather pants and boots, some food, TNT, and a buisness suit that read "Kero" on the name tag. Being shunned and just openly disliked he became shy and generally distrusts people. Also by the cave he woke up in, a bedrock box was lying on the ground cavered with traps. After hearing the story he was mildly interested. BUt of the time someone actually talked to him, he had taken intrest into the obsididian pickaxe as the enderman had been pursuing him for its location. This person had one eye and was young. He had learned to trust him and actually had his first conversation.
Accepted.
Denied, you must be a human.
Name:Kero (no last name read bio)
Age:unknown
Appearance:A white male with purple eyes weres plate armor and a buisness suit when the occasion calls..
Personality:Strong willed and shy with a huge curiosity. Rarely talks as he has been juged for whatever comes out of his mouth.. He is an expert working underground and with explosives.
Occupation:Underground explorer and extreme miner
Bio: Woke up in a cave with a sign by a chest that read "Here are some goodies -H" The chest contained a diamond chestplate, diamond pickaxe,leather pants and boots, some food, TNT, and a buisness suit that read "Kero" on the name tag. Being shunned and just openly disliked, he became shy and generally distrusts people. Also by the cave he woke up in, a bedrock box was lying on the ground cavered with traps. After hearing the story he was mildly interested. But by the time someone actually talked to him, he had taken intrest into the obsididian pickaxe as the enderman had been pursuing him for its location. This person had one eye and was young. He had learned to trust him and actually had his first conversation.
Accepted!
Name: Shader Noctur
Age: 13
Appearance: http://i.mcss.me/manslayer222.png
Personality: Joker, Trickster, Sarcastic
Occupation: Miner and Archer
Bio: Shade used to be a regular child, living with his parents and having fun. But then, one day, it all changed. His father was reading to him the tale of the Obsidian Pick, when the earth started shaking. His father and mother lead him out of his little cottage, but unfortunately, they could not make it out themselves. This scarred him, and he was forced to live on the streets of Minecraftia, begging for money. After a while, he was thrown some old tattered clothing and his Fathers bow and arrow, though he could not tell who it was from. He quickly put the tattered clothes on and slung the bow and arrows over his shoulder, and found himself again. He could now laugh or smile. He decided to live alone in one of the houses, as he had gathered so much money over years and years of begging that he now had enough money to buy a house. He bought it and lived a lone.
Well, you're Accepted!