Kagen from Ruined world here, the guy with bionic parts and the bunker if anyone remember me.
(One of the old time members)
Is this servers still running?
Hi Kagen. The late Desmond remembers you.
And no, the server isn't running right now. It's to my understanding that it's being rebuilt, albeit very, very slowly.
Is there anything anyone can do to help get this wonderful server back up? I'm job hunting right now so hopefully in a couple of months I could have some dontations ready if they'd help. What's holding it back?
English: Yes, I am naturally English, and know more then most of my age group. As for grammar, sadly, No.
Small Short Description: I’m tall, I have brown hair, blue eyes, I like to perform PVP within a mine craft server, I can be an at times of crisis, but that only adds to the character you know what I’m saying?
Time dedicated: I could probably dedicate like 5 or 6 days a week, depending on what I have planned for the week in question.
Time playing mine craft: Long enough to know how to do pretty much, well everything, except glitches and hacking and such of course, never really got into that bit.
Role-playing time: I have role played quite a few times, sometimes it was Home Stuck style role-playing other times it was with a role-playing novel/game, I had a role-play on a MC server once, I cant remember what it was about though.
Server: I expect it will be something like Fallout in mine craft, but with real people instead of npc’s, and with far better stories to be had!
Outside Connections: I mostly play on Scandic.us, a pvp server locked on hard mode. The server is filled with s and the like, I still play on the server, I have left some other ‘Survival servers’ because they had to many rules such as “do not swear period” and I get banned for swearing most of the time.
Banns: I have been banned maybe 3-4 times, Once for naming a carrot “Golden Dildo”, the second was me getting abused by a mod, the third was because I cause a major war between towns that cause massive griefing which was against the rules, and if I had anymore I have forgotten about them.
Rules: Yes I understand the rules, though the “use the item names in the game” rule will take some getting used to.
How did I hear about this: I found someone’s signature on a post about the weeping angels mod, at least I think that’s where it was.
In-Game-Character
Character name: Cordell Ducote
Bio: A poor man that managed to work his way to the top of a big company, known as; Black Star Space Research and Exploration Center (BSSRE), before the apocalypse. I am now the only member of BSSRE left, Or so I presume. I am also slightly mutated, my eyes glow an ominous red color that creeps people out.
During his stay at BSSRE he learned to operate heavy machinery though he has no skill what-so-ever of creating it.
He has lived through most of the apocalypse by sleeping in an experimental DS-pod (Decelerated Sleep pod)
Family: I have no family left, the closest thing I had to family was my sister, she worked with me at BSSRE up until the apocalypse, now I have no clue what happened to her.
Age: 43
Appearance: Wears a black suit, curtsy of BSSRE, I have short cropped brown hair, and pale skin. My eyes as mentioned before seem to peer into the very soul of my enemies.
Fatal Flaws: Is easily angered, is easily suspicious, Is not easily intimidated, does not know when to back down (in game). Though the mutation has increased fighting skills slightly, the bad effects outweigh the good.
Occupation: Wanderer of the wasteland, has no occupation as of now
Read/write: Yes and Yes, went to school before the apocalypse
Mining: No was never a miner
Build: To a point, structures built are mostly huts made out of scraps of wood or dirt.
Fight: Yes, he can fight due to his mutations, they enhance his reaction times.
Farm: No, Has no clue about farming what so ever, he was born and raised in a city.
Spec Abilities: Can petrify weak opponents with eyes.
Health: Mutation side effects (gets zombie meat effect once in awhile?)
Fears: Server equivalent of a creeper (still trying to get the names right)
Pain: Cordell peers into the soul of his enemy, gazing deep into the secrets of his soul, unfortunately this one had a strong mind and a tight lock on his memories. Diving to the ground Cordell evaded the first swing from the mutated foe, he could feel something familiar in the way that his opponent fought. Unfortunately Cordell wasn’t as lucky with the second shot, the mutants blade struck the flesh of his right arm, he could feel his muscles being shredded. Hopefully the Niño-bugs will still work after such a long sleep.
Their blades clashed with a clangs of violence, and familiarity, why was this fight so familiar? There was a splattering sound as blood flew to the floor, the mutant had Cordell pinned in a corner, with his left knee sliced open he could barely fend off the attacks, and in such a cramped corner, then an opening. The mutant raised the blade high above its head, it was rearing for a lunge. Cordell thrust his blade up into the mutant, it sputtered as its mind locks let up.
Cordell’s grip on his blade loosened, he knew this man, this mutant, it was… it was Danny. Danny his high school bully, the kid who had picked on him, the kid who had a knife fight with him in 11th grade. His mind went blank at the thought of killing someone he actually knew, someone who had taught him that life wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies.
Danny growled, snapping Cordell back into reality. The truth was, Danny had died a long time ago, and nothing could change that, or make him better. This was the right thing to do. Cordell kicked Danny off of his blade, and in one swift motion decapitated the mutant.
Skin: if it does not seem fitting for the topic (to clean ect) it can be fixed easily.
The thing with the rule thing was ((*)) when speaking out of character, and something about cheeseburgers and loving them. I am sorry if my application does not meet the standards.
PS. I forgot about the skin file, I deleted it some time back. Also the petrify thing is not a "play god" thing, it is a mere "if the opponent accepts that they are not strong enough to resist".
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern U.S/Atlantic.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: I believe so.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm very into Rp Servers, i've joined countless and have finally stumbled upon one that caught my eye. I'm very into Rp in general, really.. From Chat-rooms, to WoW.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: 20-25 Hours weekly.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: 2 years.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Roleplaying is basically putting yourself into the shoes of another character, whether they be fiction or non-fiction, you are able to control their actions. I've been role-playing for a time of six, maybe seven years, on WoW, chat-rooms, and other games. As far as what kind, Military, casual, city-life, medieval, historical, and so forth.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Very intresting, probably submersive in Rp.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've play on Lord of the Craft, I still haven't left.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Never.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
-How did you hear about us?: Browsing through forums.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: Of course.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Jim Dead-Eye.
-Biography: Jim was born around the time when the Human race didn't know much about itself anymore, he grew as a Travelling Merchant's son, seeing the ruined world before him as he accompanied his father. His father eventually died before his time to radiation poisoning, and in his stead, Jim took up his father's trade. Unfortunately he soon found it wasn't for him, as he was captured and beaten for his caravan, losing everything his father had accumulated over the years in an instant, luckily the gold hadn't been found on his body. Broken and depressed, he wandered the wastes near starvation for shelter and food until he stumbled upon scavengers who took him.
The scavengers didn't easily accept a stranger into their group, especially one who'd have to feed off of their supplies. He fought hard to gain their trust through rigorous trails, proving himself to not be dependent upon others for supplies and managing to do things for himself. They taught him to farm, and to mine through the time he'd been with them. After years of travelling with the scavenging group, many of the original group he once met were dead, and unfamiliar faces began to appear within the group. He felt the group's original "family" feeling was gone, as was the brotherhood, especially when group members would murder another for supplies. He decided to leave and go on his own.
Travelling alone in the barren wastes once again, Jim's personallity began to harden, his friendly demeanour began to deteriorate and his old self was no longer there, reason being the horrors he'd witnessed through the land, from murder, to thievery and hate. He fought off bandits, mutants, though eventually was injured through underestimating the Mutants, his face was mutilated, and his left eye blinded, resulting in his current hideous appearance, this event humbled him to the core. Bandaging and treating himself, Jim sought out shelter and eventually found small friendly towns, where he'd stay to waste away his life, usually he'd move on in the next month, sometimes staying for a year or two, aiding the towns through his skills of mining and farming.
People weren't to friendly because of his appearence, his hideous deformity had resulted in him being mistreated by many whom he encountered, they usually would mistake him for a mutant and attempted to kill him on sight. It was quite difficult for Jim to find a group friendly enough and tolerant enough to look past his appearence and accept him. His skill set was sought after, but his current state made that difficult for him to even contribute them amongst his peers, his luck wasn't fantastic since the accident. Years passed until he found a permanent group, whom accepted him and utalized his skills, unfortunately they were eventually killed off by raiders while they looked for supplies in the distant land. They were slaughtered only a month after accepting Jim. Fortunately, Jim was left behind at the settlement, leaving him the only surivor, he learned about the assault upon his group only two weeks after their death.
The settlement was eventually raided after Jim had abandoned it taking the supplies and leaving the same raiders, that killed his group, nothing of value. To this day, he travels the land like a nomad of the old, looking for supplies and groups that he'd be able to use to further his life and current goals, which are surviving and finding a permanent residence where he'll die happily.
-Character Family: None known, only his father whom is now dead due to the incident in his history.
-Character Age: 48
-Character Appearance: Jim's appeareance, simply put, is hideous, the attack that occured in his past resulted in massive scarring, blinding in an eye, ruined teeth, and everything that'd make someone hideous, hideous. He wears no armor, only a ragged pair of overalls, covered in grim and dirt, they also seem to be deteriorating.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):[/b] Jim is extremely paranoid at this point in his life, he believes everyone is out to get him, and is extremely suspicious of anyone that he's never seen. It impacts his life negatively, barring him from making companions and finding groups for shelter and supplies. Besides his paranoia, he's a rough sort, tolerant to witnessing the pain of others and not a friendly person, unless his trust is earned.
-Occupation: Currently, his occupation is a scavenger, he often refers to himself as such, leaving out his mining and farming abilities without thinking. He is -very- good at scavenging, as most of his life has been furthered by this skill, and has gained much experience over the years by using this skill.
-Can your character read or write?: Jim can only read, he was taught by his father, who learned from his father, some-what of a family tradition, but lacking the skill of writing, he has hopes one day of also learning how to write and won't hestitate to teach his skills unto others.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, his skill was taught to him by the very first group he had ever joined, although a novice at it, he has hopes of gaining some sort of experience while travelling the land and meeting others, possibly even when he the opportunity arises. He's managed to mine a few things such as batteries, and even found gold once, but is still very unskilled.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): No, while he is able to gather building supplies, he lacks the sense of putting things together to make a shelter, often resulting in him sleeping on the bare ground, or in some cave. It seems every time he tries, the structure usually falls, or is some hideous hut that won't hold up through the week. Hopefully someone might be able to teach him this skill if he manages to find a group of level-headed waste-walkers or settlers.
-Can your character fight?: Some-what, he has a basic knowledge on it, but lacks the professional skills that someone who's been through countless fights. As he travels the land, surely this skill will be built upon, from either fighting mutants, raiders or even managing to survive and kill a giant. If he manages to join a fighting sort of group, he will definitely become an expert and invoke his wrath upon the merciless and evil creatures of the wastes.
-Can your character farm?: Yes, another skill taught to him through the joining of his first group of waste-walkers, like the mining skill, he is not experienced and awaits for the opportunity to use and possibly learn from someone who's considered an expert. He knows the basic skills of farming, and won't hestitate to use them in the case of survival.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Scavenging, he's got a knack for finding materials that are useful and doesn't hesitate to utiltize their usefulness. Medical abilties is another skill he likes to throw around there, though considered an amateur by a professional, he believes himself a professional since he was able to heal his injuries by simply knowing how to stop bleeding. Tinkering has been a secret hobby of his, he's messed around with old clocks, and disabled robots, but to no avail, he wasn't able to restore them, but as far as something beneficial, he managed learn the roles of each little piece inside of certain objects.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He is not able to see from his left eye, he's also hideous from an attack in his past, possibly confused for a mutant if seen. Jim has been attacked countless times because of the confusion and seeks a medical way of returning his face to it's past self.
-Character Fears: Jim's extremely afraid of roaches, he's had many-a bad experience with them, either attacking him or crawling all over his body as he was restrained when he was captured and beaten for his father's caravan. He will do anything to either kill or get rid of the creatures, if given the opportunity, he'd genocide them into the next week, and it is currently one of his goals once he reaches a stable point in his life. Jim often has nightmares, and the majority of them include roaches either crawling all over him or destroying his life around him.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): The wind in the wasteland began to pick up, but as exhausted as he was, Jim sat upon the rock closest to him, his face completely covered in bloody bandages. As he sat to himself, he began to ponder the event that had occured only a day ago, the attack upon him by the mutants. "God.." He said to himself, even though he knew there wasn't one, tears began to well near his eyes as he thought of what would happen to his life in the future, he knew that he would not be welcomed by people who're normal anymore, they would see him at the same level as mutants.
The tears began to run down his face, staining the bloody bandages that held everything together, he screamed in agony as the tears mixxed with the wound, he falls to his knees, and planted his hands, stained with blood, over his eyes, trying to stop his crying. Jim knew his fate was sealed, he wanted -never- to think about this event for the rest of his life, it would surely save him the pain. Unfortunately, he knew that his mind would re-play that event every moment of his life, never ceasing to stop. It was at this point in his life where he knew things would never be the same, and that he would be a broken man if he didn't pick himself up as soon as possible.
Jim's mind began to race, thoughts of why? and how? flooded his mind, he got off of his knees, plopping back onto the rock in a hunched over position. He looked at his Knife, withdrawing it from it's holdster and inspecting it closely.. He brings the knife to his neck, pressing it closely to the skin and screamed loudly, but soon dropping it to the floor. Jim calms his breathing, and waits until his heart stopped racing, he picks up the knife, placing it within it's holdster and begins to rise to his feet. He lets out a breath, his head hung low and hands in his overall's pocket. While the waste's winds have finally picked up, he goes against them, walking and wandering the land.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself): http://i.imgur.com/8pLLx.png
-Other Information: "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?:yes[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I am I very friendly person. I love roleplay. I'm very nice and don't argue with people.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:like 7-8 hours everyday[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?:about 2or3 years[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I have drama class in school and I know what roleplaying is and how to use it. [/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?:I think its going to be great! I love roleplay and I think I'll have a lot of fun with this server.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I played on many different types of servers, I left them because I wanted to find a good roleplay server.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):No[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:Yes[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?:I was just looking up roleplay servers and I thought this one looks promising.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?:Yes! [/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]-Character Name:Katsa[/b]
[b]-Biography: Katsa Is a young woman who lost all her family when all the riot broke out. She is a very brave woman who likes Hunting and Fishing. She wasn't very into the techy stuff and likes the olden day stuff. She is no alone in the wasteland world. She hopes to find a group of survivors to stay with. [/b]
[b]-Character Family:No living relitives.[/b]
[b]-Character Age:20[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance:She have hazel eyes. Redish hair and has a slim body.[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count):yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?:yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?:yes[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?:Hunting[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:no[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Heights and spiders [/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):(Why do I keep getting conored by these stupid spiders! *Jumps on spiders head,Stabbing its eye*)[/b]
[b]-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):(i don't know how to post a picture)[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central Time zone[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?:YEs[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:Like sports. Play COD. Like minecraft[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:Only on weekends 3-4 hrs[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?:About a year[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:It is serious. Since i joined minecraft.I like doing rpg rp.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?:Fallout[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I've played Herocraft, MCME, Atherys, and Killion. I haven't left them[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):No[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:Yes[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?:Minecraftforums[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?:Yes[/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]-Character Name:Chris[/b]
[b]-Biography:Gang member, sold drugs and smoked weed, bong, snort crack (you get the idea) left the streets. Moved to NY to become Pro-boxer. Took vacation to Africa. Came back and place was in ruins.[/b]
[b]-Character Family:Single mother. Died of cancer.[/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b] (Any fatal flaws?):[/b]weak spot in chest and leg (bullet wound)
[b]-Occupation:Pro boxer[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?:read[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?:Yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count):No[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?:Yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?:No[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?:Fighting, mining, smartness[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:lung cancer, asthma[/b]
[b]-Character Fears:Death[/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):We were at werehous 12. our drug deal was a setup. the other gang pulled out their weapons, and i was shot. My gang retreated and carried me to hospital.[/b]
[b]-How old are you?(Don't lie): 44 If you don't believe me I will totally have my dad kick your dad's butt.[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST / NE US (Upstate NY)[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: The temptation to go with a simple, ironic "yup" is almost overpowering. However, the answer is yes.[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am an easy going veteran gamer, husband, father of three and a self employed soap maker by profession. When I say 'easy going' that is pretty much a euphemism for 'drama free'...I'm here to play and have fun. I endeavor to be creative, and supportive of others when playing Minecraft online. I deal with trolls with a smile and flippant humor.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Naturally it will depend on how deeply the server impresses me, but I can easily log 4 to 5 hours in a week. Much, much more if I really dig it.[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Nearly one year.[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Very tempted to use some elder sounding phrase..."Why I've been Role Playing since before you were a twinkle in your Daddy's eye." Got my first Dungeons and Dragons set around 1983, extensive paper and pencil experience. I have done some online RP, but finding places that practice it consistently is a challenge.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?: I find experiences are much more enjoyable if I avoid expectations. However, it is my hope that this is a rich post apocalyptic role playing environment.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have tried a bunch of other servers. Either they shut down or I moved on due to lack of interest. Currently, I have been playing a server called Creation Nation. It is dying a slow and painful death, and admins are thinking of giving it up.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned once for crop theft. It was my error, I tried to make it up to the owner but he wasn't having it.[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes.[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?: I came across this server while searching though forums for servers that use magic or unusual mods.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: Sure. Be advised I try to avoid wearing a headset until the evening in consideration to my family. Anytime after 8pm EST is usually good for me. Any other time Teamspeak is subordinate to family needs, but not impossible.[/b]
[b]-Biography: Durf was born in the year 2191. His parents and older sister were part of a moderate community of around 50 people who lived a nomadic existence, scavenging as they moved. As he grew older, he learned that this had not always been so. Before he or his sister had been born all of this group lived in a fortified community for as long as anyone could remember. [/b][b]That was until they were overrun by a mutant hoard one evening. [/b]
[b]Most of the community was lost that night, only a fraction escaped to wander the wasteland...bewildered and lost. This was in the early days of the great link, and they were unaware of any other nearby communities where they may have found sanctuary. And so Durf was born a wanderer. His days filled with scavenging and avoiding robots and his nights hiding from mutants. Although not exactly a fierce warrior, he was not completely at a loss with a blade in his hand. But it was in exploring and scavenging that he excelled much to the gratitude of his group.[/b]
[b]One day as he scoured an area around their encampment he noticed a large group of D2s congregating near a cave opening. This boon was too good to pass up. As he collected the units for their precious, life sustaining cargo he could hear more of them in the darkness of the cave. As his torch lit the area inside it was reflected back by a myriad of metallic plates filled with glass screens and buttons. From a small alcove D2s were coming out of a small opening! A veritable procession of life. As he stepped in for a closer look he felt the floor under his foot shift slightly followed by a grinding noise and hum. From the shadows on the opposite side of the chamber came securo drones, more than he had ever seen in his life. All thoughts of food vanished as he ran in a blind panic for the camp, screaming for help as he ran not daring to look behind him. [/b]
[b]The look on the face of the sentry near the camp said it all for him. He turned to see a teeming mass of robots as they descended on the camp. The panic was immediate and final, only a handful had the presence of mind to fight and they were quickly overwhelmed by sheer numbers. To this day Durf is not sure how he escaped, he only remembers running and sobbing... knowing full well that to go back was death. He blames himself everyday for the death of everyone he has ever known and wanders alone and traumatized. [/b]
[b]-Character Family: Father: Peter, a tech-head who could build amazing things from seeming junk. Mother: Gail, renowned in their little group for her ability to make delicious meals from the scant offerings of the wasteland. Sister: Cassidy, five years his senior she was his playmate, mentor and occasional tormentor. All of them are presumed dead.[/b]
[b]-Character Age: 28[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance: Ragged, clothed in whatever he can find or slap together. His face is bearded and windswept, blue eyes haunted and filled with pain. [/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b]
(Any fatal flaws?):[/b] Although very bright and possessed of many talents, Durf feels that he is sub human...an unfit companion to anyone. A man too cowardly to take his own life to join the family he killed, Durf is possessed of a deep self loathing. He risks his life every time he finds a cave or canyon, hoping to finally meet his end yet obstinately he keeps surviving. The few people who have met him have noticed that once he is engaged, he can brighten up noticeably...almost to the point of being charming and friendly. But not quite.
[b]-Occupation: Durf's primary occupation is what he calls "not dying". This entails not only scavenging but also making useful items from the materials he finds, as he learned from his father. He learned to smelt ore and build tools (although put those tools in his hands and he was somewhat less confident), find and prepare food, how to make shelter from a variety of materials (Cassidy would make fun of his creations saying they were just like him, utilitarian and ugly.).[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?: Yes, his father had taught him using technical manuals.[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?: Yes, and he was well regarded in his group for being able to sniff out useful materials.[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): Although familiar with the basic principles, this is not his strong suit.[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?: His first instinct is to run, but when cornered he is surprisingly deadly.[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?: No, agriculture is not part of the nomadic experience.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?: Durf is highly intelligent, and learns quickly.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: The guilt and loss of his family and group hampers his ability to interact with others. He is prone to morbidity and self hatred, yet cannot bring himself to just end it. Durf's mother had been a deeply spiritual woman, and had managed to convey some vague sense of wrongness with the notion of suicide.[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Solitude and loss. This is a fear he cultivates and realizes on a daily basis.[/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): (OOC: I see everyone assumes physical pain, despite the fact that it is never overtly stated. I find non physical pain to be much more compelling when it comes to role playing, so I hope you don't mind if I take it in that direction.)[/b]
[b]The dream always begins the same. He is young and playing with his sister when father approaches the campfire with a huge grin and produces a wolf pup from behind his back! It's not always the same thing, in some dreams it is mother who presents a delicious cake. In others his father is giving a toy he just made. Unfortunately it always ends the same as well. Cassidy squeals with delight as Durf jumps up and down shouting with joy. Then the shouts get stuck in his throat. Eyes wide with panic he grasps at his throat, which begins to burn with pain. Out from his mouth comes an endless stream of securo drones. They envelop father, mother, sister and whatever was being presented in the dream. Screams fill his ears as his family is very slowly eaten away before his eyes, leaving only bones. Then the bones start to move, and six black hollow eyes sockets turn in his direction. In unison they say the words: "It should have been you...instead of ALL of us..." [/b][b]Durf wakes with a shriek, sweating and shaking. Cursing he gets up and breaks camp. As he begins to leave he sees a group in the distance, the sound of their voices barely audible in the breeze. Durf knows he has no food, that he may well die without assistance. But he knows what he is, and he cannot bring himself to inflict that on others. Drawing a deep sigh, he pauses and watches them as they travel over the ridge and out of sight. Turning, he spies some trees on a distant knoll and hopes they have some fruit.[/b]
[b]-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):[/b]
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[b]-Other Information: Constructive criticism is always appreciated. I did put some time into this, but it's not like my identity hinges on it. Also whether I get in or not it is cool to see a server slapping down some serious standards...hope it reflects in the product Oh and pm me if you want confirmation of age or some such.[/b]
Hey guys, old, OLD Ruined Worlder here. From like when the Western Front existed and attacked Petrograd on the original Ruined World. I'm just wondering on the current status of Ruined World. This appears dead, I couldn't find Humanity Lost, and ThePrisco gave up on Ruined World 2 half a year ago. What's the status of all this?
[b]-How old are you?(Don't lie): 44 If you don't believe me I will totally have my dad kick your dad's butt.[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST / NE US (Upstate NY)[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: The temptation to go with a simple, ironic "yup" is almost overpowering. However, the answer is yes.[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am an easy going veteran gamer, husband, father of three and a self employed soap maker by profession. When I say 'easy going' that is pretty much a euphemism for 'drama free'...I'm here to play and have fun. I endeavor to be creative, and supportive of others when playing Minecraft online. I deal with trolls with a smile and flippant humor.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Naturally it will depend on how deeply the server impresses me, but I can easily log 4 to 5 hours in a week. Much, much more if I really dig it.[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Nearly one year.[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Very tempted to use some elder sounding phrase..."Why I've been Role Playing since before you were a twinkle in your Daddy's eye." Got my first Dungeons and Dragons set around 1983, extensive paper and pencil experience. I have done some online RP, but finding places that practice it consistently is a challenge.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?: I find experiences are much more enjoyable if I avoid expectations. However, it is my hope that this is a rich post apocalyptic role playing environment.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have tried a bunch of other servers. Either they shut down or I moved on due to lack of interest. Currently, I have been playing a server called Creation Nation. It is dying a slow and painful death, and admins are thinking of giving it up.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned once for crop theft. It was my error, I tried to make it up to the owner but he wasn't having it.[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes.[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?: I came across this server while searching though forums for servers that use magic or unusual mods.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: Sure. Be advised I try to avoid wearing a headset until the evening in consideration to my family. Anytime after 8pm EST is usually good for me. Any other time Teamspeak is subordinate to family needs, but not impossible.[/b]
[b]-Biography: Durf was born in the year 2191. His parents and older sister were part of a moderate community of around 50 people who lived a nomadic existence, scavenging as they moved. As he grew older, he learned that this had not always been so. Before he or his sister had been born all of this group lived in a fortified community for as long as anyone could remember. [/b][b]That was until they were overrun by a mutant hoard one evening. [/b]
[b]Most of the community was lost that night, only a fraction escaped to wander the wasteland...bewildered and lost. This was in the early days of the great link, and they were unaware of any other nearby communities where they may have found sanctuary. And so Durf was born a wanderer. His days filled with scavenging and avoiding robots and his nights hiding from mutants. Although not exactly a fierce warrior, he was not completely at a loss with a blade in his hand. But it was in exploring and scavenging that he excelled much to the gratitude of his group.[/b]
[b]One day as he scoured an area around their encampment he noticed a large group of D2s congregating near a cave opening. This boon was too good to pass up. As he collected the units for their precious, life sustaining cargo he could hear more of them in the darkness of the cave. As his torch lit the area inside it was reflected back by a myriad of metallic plates filled with glass screens and buttons. From a small alcove D2s were coming out of a small opening! A veritable procession of life. As he stepped in for a closer look he felt the floor under his foot shift slightly followed by a grinding noise and hum. From the shadows on the opposite side of the chamber came securo drones, more than he had ever seen in his life. All thoughts of food vanished as he ran in a blind panic for the camp, screaming for help as he ran not daring to look behind him. [/b]
[b]The look on the face of the sentry near the camp said it all for him. He turned to see a teeming mass of robots as they descended on the camp. The panic was immediate and final, only a handful had the presence of mind to fight and they were quickly overwhelmed by sheer numbers. To this day Durf is not sure how he escaped, he only remembers running and sobbing... knowing full well that to go back was death. He blames himself everyday for the death of everyone he has ever known and wanders alone and traumatized. [/b]
[b]-Character Family: Father: Peter, a tech-head who could build amazing things from seeming junk. Mother: Gail, renowned in their little group for her ability to make delicious meals from the scant offerings of the wasteland. Sister: Cassidy, five years his senior she was his playmate, mentor and occasional tormentor. All of them are presumed dead.[/b]
[b]-Character Age: 28[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance: Ragged, clothed in whatever he can find or slap together. His face is bearded and windswept, blue eyes haunted and filled with pain. [/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b]
(Any fatal flaws?):[/b] Although very bright and possessed of many talents, Durf feels that he is sub human...an unfit companion to anyone. A man too cowardly to take his own life to join the family he killed, Durf is possessed of a deep self loathing. He risks his life every time he finds a cave or canyon, hoping to finally meet his end yet obstinately he keeps surviving. The few people who have met him have noticed that once he is engaged, he can brighten up noticeably...almost to the point of being charming and friendly. But not quite.
[b]-Occupation: Durf's primary occupation is what he calls "not dying". This entails not only scavenging but also making useful items from the materials he finds, as he learned from his father. He learned to smelt ore and build tools (although put those tools in his hands and he was somewhat less confident), find and prepare food, how to make shelter from a variety of materials (Cassidy would make fun of his creations saying they were just like him, utilitarian and ugly.).[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?: Yes, his father had taught him using technical manuals.[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?: Yes, and he was well regarded in his group for being able to sniff out useful materials.[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): Although familiar with the basic principles, this is not his strong suit.[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?: His first instinct is to run, but when cornered he is surprisingly deadly.[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?: No, agriculture is not part of the nomadic experience.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?: Durf is highly intelligent, and learns quickly.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: The guilt and loss of his family and group hampers his ability to interact with others. He is prone to morbidity and self hatred, yet cannot bring himself to just end it. Durf's mother had been a deeply spiritual woman, and had managed to convey some vague sense of wrongness with the notion of suicide.[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Solitude and loss. This is a fear he cultivates and realizes on a daily basis.[/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): (OOC: I see everyone assumes physical pain, despite the fact that it is never overtly stated. I find non physical pain to be much more compelling when it comes to role playing, so I hope you don't mind if I take it in that direction.)[/b]
[b]The dream always begins the same. He is young and playing with his sister when father approaches the campfire with a huge grin and produces a wolf pup from behind his back! It's not always the same thing, in some dreams it is mother who presents a delicious cake. In others his father is giving a toy he just made. Unfortunately it always ends the same as well. Cassidy squeals with delight as Durf jumps up and down shouting with joy. Then the shouts get stuck in his throat. Eyes wide with panic he grasps at his throat, which begins to burn with pain. Out from his mouth comes an endless stream of securo drones. They envelop father, mother, sister and whatever was being presented in the dream. Screams fill his ears as his family is very slowly eaten away before his eyes, leaving only bones. Then the bones start to move, and six black hollow eyes sockets turn in his direction. In unison they say the words: "It should have been you...instead of ALL of us..." [/b][b]Durf wakes with a shriek, sweating and shaking. Cursing he gets up and breaks camp. As he begins to leave he sees a group in the distance, the sound of their voices barely audible in the breeze. Durf knows he has no food, that he may well die without assistance. But he knows what he is, and he cannot bring himself to inflict that on others. Drawing a deep sigh, he pauses and watches them as they travel over the ridge and out of sight. Turning, he spies some trees on a distant knoll and hopes they have some fruit.[/b]
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[b]-Other Information: Constructive criticism is always appreciated. I did put some time into this, but it's not like my identity hinges on it. Also whether I get in or not it is cool to see a server slapping down some serious standards...hope it reflects in the product Oh and pm me if you want confirmation of age or some such.[/b]
Oh btw, that's a good app. If this server was up you'd definitely be accepted.
You guys are corrupted! TheHunter only got in because he offered them 100$.. That's just wrong! What if a guy who actually has social problems comes and sees that you accept people if they donate loads of cash?
Time zone and country of residency?: UTC -6, central portion of the United States of America.
Do you have a good grip upon the English language and its grammar?: My native language is English and I retain a semi-correct knowledge upon its grammar.
Please give a small two to three sentence description of yourself.: As it stands I am majoring within chemistry at a junior college. Currently I hope to pursue higher classes such as organic chemistry, bio. chemistry, and bio, engineering. Among that general study I am also looking into micro-biology, philosophy, ethics, sociology, and pharmaceuticals. I see these to be a decent description of my self for they allow one to assist others in their respected fields.
How much time could you dedicate to the server weekly?: Currently I am attending a junior college full time. Thus my time is relatively limited as it is with the exception of weekends at times I am not studying. Though on average I may be able to actually play on the server at least an hour or more per day depending on the events partaking that week. Though keep in mind that even though I put my education above my entertainment I can still be dedicated to a server.
How long have you been playing Minecraft?: I have currently been playing Minecraft sense early September of 2010.
What do you know of roleplaying, how long have you been doing it, and what kind has it been?: I have a trend of playing Minecraft on and off due to how organized my life is with rapid changing areas. Thus my collection of how long I have been playing on roleplaying servers is not exactly to a pin point standard. As far as I can think I have been playing sense of late 2010 to modern times. Though this was on and off from different servers to suit the situation mainly. The last time I was on a roleplaying server was last June.
What do you expect this server to be like?: I expect this server to uphold values of roleplaying in which are seen as common sense. Along with an atmosphere of pure survival with a mix of new civilizations being forged from the ashes of the old world. Yet with this I expect the number one priority being a haven for those who enjoy roleplaying games to the fullest for their entertainment.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: In the past I can only truly remember the most recent server I've played on that stuck in my mind. That server was a Fallout themed server ran by a person named Revolvingocelot with a few staff members. I can only recall the name of one staff member honestly for the rest is simply blocked out by the final exams for a biology class I was taking at that time. The only reason I had left that server is for it shut down due to financial issues. I have also played on a few roleplaying servers thereafter but do not recall their names. I did not stay very long on those servers for I found them to lack roleplaying elements in which they had originally stated they offered.
Have you ever been banned? If so, why?: I have been banned in the past, but not on any roleplaying server. I can not recall all of the reasons but they were all related in that there were corrupt staff members trying to keep their deeds silent. The only one I can remember of currently is when I disagreed with racial remarks from one staff member. I recall them saying a many things of idiotic nature in which were racially insulting to any person with common sense. Though they did not do this in a joking manner. Simply disagreeing with people of this sort when they hold power does not end well. Least it be I'll stick with my principles than let an uncivil fool dictate my beliefs.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? I have read, analyzed, understood, and agreed to your rules. A majority if not all are common sense in my view point.
How did you hear about us?: I came across this server after searching the survival section of the servers with the key name of roleplaying. For the past three days I have been going over each server that offered roleplaying. After looking at a many closely to see what was offered in the limited section I decided to settle upon this one, for it look to suit my interest the most compared to the others.
Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: I already have downloaded Teamspeak among other third party chatting services. This does not mean however I am willing to be active on it. After awhile of playing on this server and I decide to stay I most likely will become active on the server's Teamspeak server.
In Character Information:
Character Name.: Felix Von Constantine
Biography.: November 7th, 2164. A snowy November day in the town of Edgewood a child was born at 15:42. This child was to be named Felix Von Constantine from his mother Elan Constantine. The father was not present for he had died a series of months before hand, thus making this child a in the eyes of others. Yet this would become that in which they feared later on in their lived for the actions he would take. But this is not the time to dwindle upon the future.
The town of Edgewood was a small farming settlement. It mostly consisted of people simply trying to survive by farming the rich land and raising livestock. There were also a series of a few old world buildings. Yet among these buildings the largest was the main plantation home. It had a many rooms, one of which was a library still filled with a many old world books. A many of which were intact. It was here that Felix's mother would teach the locals to read and write. It was also here that a Felix would learn of old world philosophy, ethics, and so forth with the locals.
Yet as time went on Felix seemed to be taking up the same profession as his mother until that dreadful cloudy November day after his sixteenth birthday. It was upon that day his mother would die and he would see what he was capable of doing to another person. Yet he would understand his actions fully and continue to walk forward with his life. For to tell of that story of her death is another story in its self not fit for this biography.
Upon leaving Edgewood Felix would find himself wandering for a spell. He would find a town here and there and pass through it taking note of what he saw. Almost every town was the same in that it was ran by a single person pushing others around with the threat of death. Drug addicts and drunks would wander the streets of each town in false emotions upon their face. Prostitutes and mercenaries would be present on almost every street corner. It disgusted him heavily that these people upheld no virtue at all. No self respect for themselves at all is what he saw in so many of them. Yet he did come across a few who did sell their able bodies simply to support their families. He looked to these people in interest, for he saw that they did what they had to.
Yet the one thing he hated the most was the mercenaries for hire that willingly joined some small town dictator's death squad. By seeing people willingly shoot down innocent people trying to survive and refusing to have their belongings needed for survival taken by force morally outraged him! Yet there was nothing he could ever do. For a single person against a small well armed military will only get one a bullet in the back of the head from a firing squad.
As Felix wandered from town to town he noticed a small change in each town. Each town was almost alike to the last, but he would come across a town every now and then that was different in that nature. Eventually he would find a town alike to this in full. A town that supported self integrity and virtue. This town was called Votum. Votum was a town proper up by a series of people who did not elect a single leader. Instead they made a general assembly to convene and work out issues. The town was composed of a series of areas in which they labeled as the guard, the labor, and the people. The guard was the town's militia that would keep order and protect the town from any threads. The labor was all areas that supplies the town with raw materials. The people was the all the certified residents of the area. It is here Felix would spend twenty years of his life, for he arrived there at the age of twenty two after six years of wandering.
Within the first week at Votum Felix learned of all the main figures of the town. By the time the second week came Felix already had a job working at the farms at Votum. He mainly worked with keeping the crops alive and repairing the greenhouses with the knowledge he had learned in the past. A week after taking up that job he had became a resident of the area. Over the next four years Felix would work the farms and help build more greenhouses. This job would come to an end when a needed for more able body people was requested by the general assembly for the guard. This was due to the loss of a many people in the guard after a local raiding group had finally been put down by the town.
When Felix joined the guard he understood that he would have to fight. Yet what he thought he could hold back was his ability to go into a sociopathic state and use any form of brutality upon another. He was wrong in thinking so and would soon learn that. Over a period of sixteen years he would fight in the guard. He gained the nickname Wrath after he had stung up a series of raiders from a local camp upon the stone walls of the old world and nailed them to it. The news of his combat brutality quickly spread throughout all local areas heavily deterring a many raiders from attacking Votum. This was noticed by the general assembly as they heavily thanked him for his work and awarded him people to command.
As time went on and he helped protect a virtuous people he had found that the fruits of their labor had also come with an effect. Those of a many in the general assembly had begun to become corrupt with their new power and began to wish to expand into other local areas. A many people resisted this idea for they wished to simply expand when needed, not simply for power gains. Yet those people who resisted were cut down by other units loyal only to certain members of the general assembly. Felix saw this and instantly began to gather other units to rebel against this tyranny to protect the people that they had been. Within a single night Felix would start a civil war in this once to believe paradise to end the tyranny of those few who had taken over.
Felix was now forty two and had prepared all the people he could to fight against the tyrants in power. Within a single night a majority of the non-combatant population was killed of almost instantly. While the combating people's of the guard fought one another the town had begun to burn. By the morning the glow of the embers were still present and the survivors that were not fighting had all but ran away. Felix and his few men remained and had already nailed those that had committed this genocide of all the non-combating people to crosses and left them to burn in the town's inferno. Yet there only remained a single one who help the higher ground and larger numbers. Felix's women and men under him were quickly shot down while taking a hefty portion of the last tyrant's people with them. This tyrant was named Lee Jackle and was known for his butchery of those against her. With the opposing force numbered one to ten against her she had Felix taken into the main building of the left over general assembly. Over ten hours of nonstop torture would occur upon Felix's body. His torso was carved into heavily damaging his ribs impermanently and leaving scars of the knife work. Yet upon Lee's humor to see Felix in pain, she did not expect the smoke from afar to alert any raiding groups to come.
A majority if not all local raiding group's knew what Felix looked like. They feared, hated, and respected him for his actions. Yet they knew that if going into battle against him and his people that they would most likely see how a virtuous person butchers the non-virtuous. The few remaining local raiding groups had surrounded the left over general assembly taking Lee by surprise. Just as quickly as Felix's people had been killed Lee's people were killed equally. The few remaining raider's had left Lee alive for she could not fight. They untied Felix from the table in which he was positioned upon. As Felix looked at them in disgust he looked upon Lee in even more disgust.
It is here Felix learned to control his sociopathic state as he took Lee's head in his hands and stared at her. He asked her one question, that question was "Why?". "Why destroy something so promising that no person can possible recreate?". With that she smiled saying "Why not?". As Felix took his hands off her and faced the raiders he took out his survival knife. Within an instant he had put it through her skull's frontal plate and through the back of her optical skull plate.
There she lied with the knife stuck within her skull, paralyzed gasping for air as she could not breath no more. As Felix watched her slowly die with no emotion the raiders looked at him with that fear and respect.
Felix had left Votum and began to wander once more as he would for the next thirteen years of his life. He would begin to go town to town helping people in small jobs here and there. Yet he always seemed to come back across a small booming mining town in which he worked at every now and then. Yet as he traveled through these towns he saw the same things that he did before. Every once in awhile finding a new version of Votum and knowing how it would end. Yet upon his fiftieth birthday he would wander once more from the areas he had come to know and understand. He did this to find a new area to lend a hand in. Yet it seems this area has but found him now. For the rest of the story begins now, for Felix the Wrathful is all but dead.
Character Family.: The character had grew up in a small farming community called Edgewood. It was there that he was born into the care of his mother, for his father had died before he was born. He and his mother had lived in one of the library room of a relatively large old world plantation styled house. The house was located at the edge of a river surrounded by trees with a series of other buildings.
His mother's name was Elan Constantine and she worked as a teacher most of her time. She had choose the name Felix for her son for she had found it to be a unique name she had acquired from her reading of old world history. The middle name, Von, had come from his father, for his name was Von Constantine. His mother did not speak much of his father for she could not bare to bring up his death.
As his mother taught the locals how to read and write her son had began to read the old world books in the library. It was here that he began to understand old world ethics, philosophy, science, mathematics, and improve his lexicon. With this he often assisted his mother with teaching her students. Yet this would all come to an end when he was sixteen.
Character age.: 55
Character Appearance.:
- Clothing.: Covering the feet there is a pair of black boots covered by a long rugged pair of dress pants. Covering the legs there is a pair of pants that are of a dark variety being help up in place by a black leather belt with a polished steel buckle. Covering the torso is an aged flannel button up shirt being covered by an rugged grey sweater vest. The backside of the torso and mid upper legs is covered by a rugged red cloak kept under the arms when no storm is present. Concealed under the cloak is an old survival knife used on animal and plant life. Covering the face is an red scarf covering the front at all times, yet is tucked in a the back of the head.
- Physical Appearance.: Due to age the body's appearance has mainly changed to have a whitened hair and few wrinkles on the white skin. The head has a full head of hair that is slowly becoming completely white. Currently the hair is in a grayish state from the original dark brown. Following this is a pair of two blue eyes that hold a slight stigma that limits long distance viewing. The main portion of the body is inits self physically fit due to daily upkeep of the most commonly used muscles within the torso, arms, and legs. The torso holds scaring from multiple knife slashes covering the entire torso. The right and left arm have only three scars from bullet wounds as a collective whole. The right arm has scaring from a bullet wound in the upper portion of the arm branching into the shoulder. This scar was caused by a clean through and through bullet. The left arm has a single bullet wound in the upper portions of the arm. This wound was not a clean through and through shot. The legs hold only minimal scaring from knife slashes. This is mainly in the upper portions of the leg. The feet and hands are completely intact limb wise. Both hands and feet hold small scars from physical labor.
Character Personality.: The personality of this character is philosophical in nature. To question everything and determine from his past experiences, knowledge, and situation to see the best course of action. Yet with this comes an upholding of morals of high standings. From seeing what the world was like only reinforced these morals to be true in the characters mind. Thus seeing militant groups acting like death squads, the abuse of and substance, and so forth brings moral outrage in this character. Yet with the strong will and understanding nature he keeps this to himself and stays silent a majority of the time. Only speaking when needed in a civil manner.
Occupation.: Within the past the character has upheld a series of specific limited jobs. The first consisted working on a small plantation of a small town. The job consisted of simply harvesting wheat, potatoes, and carrots and helping keep up the green houses in which the crops were located. Among other duties was assisting in the collection of raw materials from livestock. Within this time his skills in construction and farming were greatly improved.
The second job was located in the same town as the first. This job consisted of guarding the town mainly from any threats as well as helping keep the order. During this time the character advanced his usage of many rifle based weapons. He also advanced his knowledge of human anatomy from his exploits upon threats to this town. The downside of this job was that he was tortured at one point and shot a single time through and through.
The final and third job was working in a booming mining town. The only reason the character took up this job was for a refill of supplies due to his constant passing through this area. The job was only hourly thus the passing through every now and then suited the small amount of labor he offered. During these passages through the town the character had built up a small amount of mining experience. The downside of the job was that his body was weakened from the harsh atmosphere of the mines causing him to less efficient at mining.
Can your character build?: The character had gained the ability to do construction of buildings due to his first job. During his time working with plants he also worked building greenhouses and other buildings. This increased his ability to understand how to build a basic structures. With this ability he learned of structural support for buildings and how to repair them. He later learned of beam support of underground tunnels from his part-time mining job.
Can your character fight?: The character had gained the ability to fight from his long lasting second job. His combat skills were specific in that they were mainly in the usage of a few medium to long range rifles, limited training in hand to hand combat to the usage for only disarming, and the usage of knives. The training he received was limited rifle and crossbow usage more so than the other two. The only time he advanced his usage of knives was during interrogation or close range combat.
Can your character read or write?: The character had gained the ability to read and write from his mother while she raised him. This was mainly due to her being a teacher and being proficient in English Grammar. The character thereafter adapted a greater understanding of the English language, and began to read books upon philosophy, ethics, the medical field, and a few other general studies. This furthermore advanced his ability to read and write.
Can your character mine?: The character gained a small ability to mine raw minerals through his passage through a booming mining town. His ability is only minor for he took up a job mining in small amounts when he needed to refill his resources when passing through town.
Can your character farm?: The character has adept skills in farming due to his extensive work within greenhouses with a series of different crops. He advanced his skills over time from learning different soil composition to learning the anatomy of plant life. With this he was able to understand proper harvesting and growing of crops.
Does your character have any specific skills?: The character has the specific skills to write schematics for enhancing tools, armours, and weapons, and to make minor medical aliments. His ability to write schematics for enhancing tools, armours, and weapons came from his vast knowledge from old world books that he had read. A many of which he had memorized with a select few other books on chemistry. With his small knowledge of chemistry he is able to understand how to create basic aliments for usage.
Does your character have any mental of physical disabilities?:
- Physical disabilities: The character has undergone torture in the past causing his torso to be weaker than most other peoples'. Which muscle growth has correct past damage, permanent damage to his rib cage was not fixable. This gives him the ability to be easily harmed from any attacks to his upper torso as well as a slight shortness of breath if doing physical labor.
- Mental disabilities: The character has undergone mental trauma in the past due to the nature of his mother's death. While the mental trauma does not present any debilitating problems, it does have the ability to throw him into a shortly lived sociopathic state depending on the situation. While the character has learned how to control this weakness, he can still undergo it depending on the situation that he is thrown into.
Character Fears.: The character has an hatred of any person who he considers to lack virtue. This is mainly limited to drug addicts, drunks, prostitutes, and mercenaries/death squads.
The reason he has a hatred for drug addicts and drunks is for he sees them as people trying to get away from reality with any means. While he does not condemn the usage of alcohol and drugs, he does condemn the abuse of any substance.
He holds a hatred of prostitutes for he sees them to sell off their bodies as a means to make money. While he despises their work, he also understands their reasons for it. For he only despises those who sell their bodies to aid their addiction to substance abuse.
Yet above all he holds moral outrage for mercenaries and death squads. The reason for this is that he sees them as people making a living upon the bodies of others. By selling themselves off as able bodies for hire with no loyalty to any belief or group. Yet as he understands those who sell their body to simply get by, he also understands that there are mercenaries doing the same thing; but he would always despise those doing such for survival if they join a death squad for a town dictator.
Together these things annoy the character, but as other things he stays silent about it when passing through towns that support it. The only thing that would make him cringe at the site of would be the passing by of a death squad for a town dictator.
Describe an even where your character underwent deep, physical or emotional, pain.: An event in which the character underwent a deep physical and emotional pain would be when the character's mother died. Due to the nature of it, I shall present this portion in greater detail.
It was a cloudy November day with a small snow storm moving in on the town of Edgewood. Felix was sixteen at this time and assisting his mother teach students in the library. Snow had just begun to fall when the first gunshots were heard from afar. Everyone looked around in question of what was going on as they hear more gunshots. An explosion in the distance occurred and the power was cut off thereafter.
Everyone in the building then hurried down to the basement were they sealed off the entrance as quickly as everyone came in. While Felix thought he had came into the basement with his mother he had lost sight of her. Quickly looking around he noticed that she was not present in the room. Felix then went back to the sealed door and began to undo it before he was grabbed by another and dragged back down into the crowded basement. As he resisted wishing to get his mother he was told by the one dragging him that she was already good as dead. That she now had to die for she failed to get into the basement.
Yet everyone there knew that she had helped get people and and looked for any that where still outside of it except her son. As Felix protested the entire group became quite looking directly at him as if he was insane. His mother, the person who had taught a majority of them how to read and write to excel in their areas, was going to die for the "good of the town". Almost instantly everyone was against letting his mother into the basement for they did not want to die.
This only infuriated Felix more to the point that he was hit in the head and knocked out. It was five hours later that no more gunshots and screams were heard. The sealed doors were opened and people starred at the entrance in horror. Felix's mother lay there barely alive. Those passing through the town had simply took all the supplies they could carry and left. Yet while doing this they had fired at anyone in their sight. Felix's mother was no exception to their actions yet she laid there half alive. Not a single person left that basement until after Felix has ran up to his mother's battered bloody body. There as she lay fading away she told Felix her last words. That this was the same thing that happened to his father, and that they had left him outside to die as well.
It was here that Felix learned that all people hold inner demons. For it is here that he encountered his. A pure embodiment of wrath in a sociopathic state. As the small crowd in the basement stared up at him as his mother passed they watched in horror of that in which they created. The basement was originally an storage area for fuel. The only relic of his father that Felix had was an old world lighter with "Spes Regnat" engraved unto it. His mother told him that it stood for hope reigns. He looked at the crowd as they stared at him pulling out the lighter. In horror they watched him light it and throw it at the floor of the basement. Almost instantly the fumes from the fuel ignited as Felix pushed the door shut.
It was there that he looked upon the burning buildings and fields of this new world with the screams of the self serving in the basement. As he picked up his mother's bloody body and walked from the building he heard the pleas of mercy from those he had damned. Upon the ashes of that town he buried his mother. Upon her grave he swore he would do the right thing in this world. Even if it meant he had to crucify every piece of filth in his way to make it so. He kept this promise in his mind of every day he lived as he walked away from the ruined Edgewood.
Please take a screenshot of your skin.:
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in out of character in the local chat if needed or I will be banned.
Sorry if it is to long. I have a tendency to write an entire book when making a character. If anything is missing that I did not see just tell me and I'll add it as soon as I'm notified.
Thank you for your time. I look forward to playing on such a formal server that suits my interests.
[b]-How old are you?(Don't lie): I am 15 years old.[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States of America[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well I am a video editor and writer I have been playing computer games specifically for a very long time ( Warcraft III is what got me into it as a kid.). I love to have original story background or involve myself into the mythos of a world.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Well to be honest I would say about 7 hours a week. Im not a heavy gamer but I would consistently play on a good server![/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since alpha don’t remember what build but I was sure happy when items had names.[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Roleplaying is in my opinion immersing you’re self in another’s life in reality I’m normal but in this world I’m roleplaying as a Orc in the middle of a era of slavery and prejudice or well oh I don’t know Karthus the Undead lich champion of League of Legends hah. I have been doing it for around… I would say 5 years Started when my dad got me into I believe it was something like H.P. LoveCraft call of Cthulhu (sorry don’t remember the name exactly.) than I started to play Warhammer 40k and Neverwinter Nights, ever since I have been playing role playing games and movies and I have done a little bit of LARP events.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?: Hopefully its like a mixture of Fallout, and the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Universe with a good community and ACTUAL role playing.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, at this point in my life I can’t even count how many servers I’ve played on. But roleplaying server wise I played on the Lord of The craft server’s and I left them because I felt as if they’re servers are too lighthearted not dark enough. I also played on one other dark roleplaying server; I left that because I simply forgot the ip and the Name.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Yes, I have been banned only twice. Once, because my friends (pardon my language) douchebag of a friend was harassing me and griefing me because he was a operator so I called him out in the all chat and he banned me when is started telling everyone how he was abusing powers. The other ban was once again a corrupt admin I was simply talking to someone in chat and Used some emoticons he told me to stop so I asked stop what he jailed me when I was released I asked why was I Jailed? He called me some names and then threatened to ban, I didn’t care I could tell this admin had it out for me so I messed with him for a bit.[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes sir.[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?: Browsing web.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: I already have teamspeak but, I wont be 100% active on it just because sometimes Im not able to talk and well I have a umm higher pitched voice, plus I’d rather have a conversation to my friends on skype.[/b]
[b]-Biography: Kravish was son of Dreihr a descendant of a long line of Scientists from the Russian capital of Moscow, during the threats of nuclear war Kruviks knew when the economy was collapsing and when great countrys would break out in civil war that nuclear threats were only a mere century away, so he funded a small vault with a sustainable water source and steady supply of non-perishable foods. He then took his family and his colleagues family into a plains like area outside of the Russian countr. On the year 2193 Kravish was born in the vault like his ancestors alike, His father Dreihr had to be more stern with Kravish because in the small community of the vault Dreihr and Kravish were outcasts even though theyre ancestors buit the vault. It is because Kravish’s father had laid with a women outside of the vault, now normally in there society it would not be a problem as long as the woment would be brought back for reproduction and testing, but he left her and no one knew her name or what she looked like. Kravish had no friends no lovers he was raised to be strong not physically but mentally. Kravish on his own time started training physically, he wasn’t the strongest but he was still muscular and agile. Around the age of 19 however his father started teaching him the wonders of Atom’s and Radiation’s effect on the body. People said Dreihr was insane trying to teach a mear young adult so much with so little resources but Dreihr still tried. Kravish knew amazingly every vital organ, every bone, and everything that makes the human body tick. Kravish however noticed the community started to decrease in population steadily. When Kravish was 18 there was 976 people in vault by the time he was 24 there was only 760. People were dying and Dreihr thought he knew why. Dreihr left the vault to gather some supplies but when he came back the guard had shot him. Dreihr came back with a “creature” in his arm. Kravish wasn’t affected to much by the death of his father, everyone in the vault knew that people die and to not get attached. But Kravish was intrigued by the Journel his father had when he died. It was talking about a cure to “Severe Radiation Brain Decay Condition.” He relised why people were dying it was the water… Kravish never drank from the water he drank from the artificial purifier his father refused to share. Kravish started packing a backpack and bartered with one the Warden Officer’s for a handgun and some cartridges. Kravish before deciding to leave this place remeberd to grab his father’s “MkIXV Radiotion Deflection Array Suit” He only told the Abysall Mayor about him leaving. But time’s were different and he had to leave his vault, It isn’t uncommon for people to leave the vault but Kravish wasn’t going to return to the vault with food, or pelts, or supplies he was leaving for good.[/b]
[b]-Character Family: Father, Dreihr. Mother, He dosent know she was someone outside of the vault.[/b]
[b]-Character Age:32[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance: Caucasian, Tall, Slightly Muscular, Shaved Head, Right arm is scarred heavily and pieces of metal can be seen[/b]
[b](CHARECTER IMAGE BLEOW)[/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b] (Any fatal flaws?):[/b] Yes, he has no real emotional values. For example if a child asked him for food and this child was obviously starving instead of giving the food right away he would probably think to himself “Does this child even need the food, I could use it for myself in the future.” (Although he does know right and wrong he just won’t let emotions block his judgment same with joining sides.) Also Kravish is a Nomad; therefore he will never stay in the same place longer than a week he will only build small shacks or tents.
[b]-Occupation: Trader/Independent Scientist. Kravish enjoyed acquiring new technology and he found the best way to do this was to barter with others along the large traffic districts. He was still a scientist at heart but He didn’t want to align to anyone specifically he wanted to become independent.[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?: Yes he can do both. In the vault everyone was rather intelligent compared to the survivors on the surface, the reason being all these people’s ancestors were genius level scientists.[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?: Yes, after leaving the vault Kravish had grouped with a caravan group outside a trading center. The caravan needed some fuel for the robot so they could sell it, so they set up camp and started mining. One of the members taught Kravish how to mine in the right fashion, how hard to swing you’re pick, and what areas are safe to mine.[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can build small shacks nothing more (nomadic trait)[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?: Yes he is not the best but he is skilled with axe’s and handguns (bows). With his experiences with the caravan whenever they encountered a group of bandits he always used either a Low caliber handgun or a trusty fire axe. He liked the fire axe simply because it can be used as a tool or a weapon and if you get swung at by a fire axe the result is a very nasty wound that is hard to heal from. [/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?: Yes (only wheat.) In the vault no one acutally farmed except for the scavengers who farmed on the surface instead of the vault ( they thought the crops if grown in vault could cause contamination) but Kravish’s father made him read many books on earth. Kravish took interest in farming specifically wheat because it starts as a miniscule seed and grows into something that can be molded into many types of food.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?: He is stronger because of his right arm being made of a little bit of metal.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He broke his right arm very badly in a fight with a bandit. He went to the nearest town and got it healed by a woman. The women had put some metal plates and some robotic gears into his arm.[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Total Darkness and the thought of grouping with a large faction or army (more than 7 people.) His biggest fear is not bandits but raiders, once he had an encounter with 3 raiders he shot one in the leg and then shot the other in the head. The one that wasn’t injured walked up to him and hit him in the face with a plywood board. Kravish’s face was bleeding badly but he reached for his knife and pulled it out, But the raider saw this and grabbed his arm twisted it around and punched his elbow as hard as he could till his right arm was bending right. Kravish actually started to cry, the raider then stud up and unbuttoned his pants. Luckily Kravish had grabbed the knife with his left hand and stabbed him in the throat. Kravish still has nightmares about him being able to see his bones and the attempted rape.[/b]
(One of the old time members)
Is this servers still running?
Hi Kagen. The late Desmond remembers you.
And no, the server isn't running right now. It's to my understanding that it's being rebuilt, albeit very, very slowly.
Is there anything anyone can do to help get this wonderful server back up? I'm job hunting right now so hopefully in a couple of months I could have some dontations ready if they'd help. What's holding it back?
Out-Of-Character
MC Account name: clempitor
Age: 15
Time Zone/Country: Atlantic Time, Canada
English: Yes, I am naturally English, and know more then most of my age group. As for grammar, sadly, No.
Small Short Description: I’m tall, I have brown hair, blue eyes, I like to perform PVP within a mine craft server, I can be an at times of crisis, but that only adds to the character you know what I’m saying?
Time dedicated: I could probably dedicate like 5 or 6 days a week, depending on what I have planned for the week in question.
Time playing mine craft: Long enough to know how to do pretty much, well everything, except glitches and hacking and such of course, never really got into that bit.
Role-playing time: I have role played quite a few times, sometimes it was Home Stuck style role-playing other times it was with a role-playing novel/game, I had a role-play on a MC server once, I cant remember what it was about though.
Server: I expect it will be something like Fallout in mine craft, but with real people instead of npc’s, and with far better stories to be had!
Outside Connections: I mostly play on Scandic.us, a pvp server locked on hard mode. The server is filled with s and the like, I still play on the server, I have left some other ‘Survival servers’ because they had to many rules such as “do not swear period” and I get banned for swearing most of the time.
Banns: I have been banned maybe 3-4 times, Once for naming a carrot “Golden Dildo”, the second was me getting abused by a mod, the third was because I cause a major war between towns that cause massive griefing which was against the rules, and if I had anymore I have forgotten about them.
Rules: Yes I understand the rules, though the “use the item names in the game” rule will take some getting used to.
How did I hear about this: I found someone’s signature on a post about the weeping angels mod, at least I think that’s where it was.
In-Game-Character
Character name: Cordell Ducote
Bio: A poor man that managed to work his way to the top of a big company, known as; Black Star Space Research and Exploration Center (BSSRE), before the apocalypse. I am now the only member of BSSRE left, Or so I presume. I am also slightly mutated, my eyes glow an ominous red color that creeps people out.
During his stay at BSSRE he learned to operate heavy machinery though he has no skill what-so-ever of creating it.
He has lived through most of the apocalypse by sleeping in an experimental DS-pod (Decelerated Sleep pod)
Family: I have no family left, the closest thing I had to family was my sister, she worked with me at BSSRE up until the apocalypse, now I have no clue what happened to her.
Age: 43
Appearance: Wears a black suit, curtsy of BSSRE, I have short cropped brown hair, and pale skin. My eyes as mentioned before seem to peer into the very soul of my enemies.
Fatal Flaws: Is easily angered, is easily suspicious, Is not easily intimidated, does not know when to back down (in game). Though the mutation has increased fighting skills slightly, the bad effects outweigh the good.
Occupation: Wanderer of the wasteland, has no occupation as of now
Read/write: Yes and Yes, went to school before the apocalypse
Mining: No was never a miner
Build: To a point, structures built are mostly huts made out of scraps of wood or dirt.
Fight: Yes, he can fight due to his mutations, they enhance his reaction times.
Farm: No, Has no clue about farming what so ever, he was born and raised in a city.
Spec Abilities: Can petrify weak opponents with eyes.
Health: Mutation side effects (gets zombie meat effect once in awhile?)
Fears: Server equivalent of a creeper (still trying to get the names right)
Pain: Cordell peers into the soul of his enemy, gazing deep into the secrets of his soul, unfortunately this one had a strong mind and a tight lock on his memories. Diving to the ground Cordell evaded the first swing from the mutated foe, he could feel something familiar in the way that his opponent fought. Unfortunately Cordell wasn’t as lucky with the second shot, the mutants blade struck the flesh of his right arm, he could feel his muscles being shredded. Hopefully the Niño-bugs will still work after such a long sleep.
Their blades clashed with a clangs of violence, and familiarity, why was this fight so familiar? There was a splattering sound as blood flew to the floor, the mutant had Cordell pinned in a corner, with his left knee sliced open he could barely fend off the attacks, and in such a cramped corner, then an opening. The mutant raised the blade high above its head, it was rearing for a lunge. Cordell thrust his blade up into the mutant, it sputtered as its mind locks let up.
Cordell’s grip on his blade loosened, he knew this man, this mutant, it was… it was Danny. Danny his high school bully, the kid who had picked on him, the kid who had a knife fight with him in 11th grade. His mind went blank at the thought of killing someone he actually knew, someone who had taught him that life wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies.
Danny growled, snapping Cordell back into reality. The truth was, Danny had died a long time ago, and nothing could change that, or make him better. This was the right thing to do. Cordell kicked Danny off of his blade, and in one swift motion decapitated the mutant.
Skin: if it does not seem fitting for the topic (to clean ect) it can be fixed easily.
The thing with the rule thing was ((*)) when speaking out of character, and something about cheeseburgers and loving them. I am sorry if my application does not meet the standards.
PS. I forgot about the skin file, I deleted it some time back. Also the petrify thing is not a "play god" thing, it is a mere "if the opponent accepts that they are not strong enough to resist".
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name: Diddly1
-How old are you?(Don't lie): 19
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern U.S/Atlantic.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: I believe so.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm very into Rp Servers, i've joined countless and have finally stumbled upon one that caught my eye. I'm very into Rp in general, really.. From Chat-rooms, to WoW.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: 20-25 Hours weekly.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: 2 years.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Roleplaying is basically putting yourself into the shoes of another character, whether they be fiction or non-fiction, you are able to control their actions. I've been role-playing for a time of six, maybe seven years, on WoW, chat-rooms, and other games. As far as what kind, Military, casual, city-life, medieval, historical, and so forth.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Very intresting, probably submersive in Rp.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've play on Lord of the Craft, I still haven't left.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Never.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
-How did you hear about us?: Browsing through forums.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: Of course.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Jim Dead-Eye.
-Biography: Jim was born around the time when the Human race didn't know much about itself anymore, he grew as a Travelling Merchant's son, seeing the ruined world before him as he accompanied his father. His father eventually died before his time to radiation poisoning, and in his stead, Jim took up his father's trade. Unfortunately he soon found it wasn't for him, as he was captured and beaten for his caravan, losing everything his father had accumulated over the years in an instant, luckily the gold hadn't been found on his body. Broken and depressed, he wandered the wastes near starvation for shelter and food until he stumbled upon scavengers who took him.
The scavengers didn't easily accept a stranger into their group, especially one who'd have to feed off of their supplies. He fought hard to gain their trust through rigorous trails, proving himself to not be dependent upon others for supplies and managing to do things for himself. They taught him to farm, and to mine through the time he'd been with them. After years of travelling with the scavenging group, many of the original group he once met were dead, and unfamiliar faces began to appear within the group. He felt the group's original "family" feeling was gone, as was the brotherhood, especially when group members would murder another for supplies. He decided to leave and go on his own.
Travelling alone in the barren wastes once again, Jim's personallity began to harden, his friendly demeanour began to deteriorate and his old self was no longer there, reason being the horrors he'd witnessed through the land, from murder, to thievery and hate. He fought off bandits, mutants, though eventually was injured through underestimating the Mutants, his face was mutilated, and his left eye blinded, resulting in his current hideous appearance, this event humbled him to the core. Bandaging and treating himself, Jim sought out shelter and eventually found small friendly towns, where he'd stay to waste away his life, usually he'd move on in the next month, sometimes staying for a year or two, aiding the towns through his skills of mining and farming.
People weren't to friendly because of his appearence, his hideous deformity had resulted in him being mistreated by many whom he encountered, they usually would mistake him for a mutant and attempted to kill him on sight. It was quite difficult for Jim to find a group friendly enough and tolerant enough to look past his appearence and accept him. His skill set was sought after, but his current state made that difficult for him to even contribute them amongst his peers, his luck wasn't fantastic since the accident. Years passed until he found a permanent group, whom accepted him and utalized his skills, unfortunately they were eventually killed off by raiders while they looked for supplies in the distant land. They were slaughtered only a month after accepting Jim. Fortunately, Jim was left behind at the settlement, leaving him the only surivor, he learned about the assault upon his group only two weeks after their death.
The settlement was eventually raided after Jim had abandoned it taking the supplies and leaving the same raiders, that killed his group, nothing of value. To this day, he travels the land like a nomad of the old, looking for supplies and groups that he'd be able to use to further his life and current goals, which are surviving and finding a permanent residence where he'll die happily.
-Character Family: None known, only his father whom is now dead due to the incident in his history.
-Character Age: 48
-Character Appearance: Jim's appeareance, simply put, is hideous, the attack that occured in his past resulted in massive scarring, blinding in an eye, ruined teeth, and everything that'd make someone hideous, hideous. He wears no armor, only a ragged pair of overalls, covered in grim and dirt, they also seem to be deteriorating.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):[/b] Jim is extremely paranoid at this point in his life, he believes everyone is out to get him, and is extremely suspicious of anyone that he's never seen. It impacts his life negatively, barring him from making companions and finding groups for shelter and supplies. Besides his paranoia, he's a rough sort, tolerant to witnessing the pain of others and not a friendly person, unless his trust is earned.
-Occupation: Currently, his occupation is a scavenger, he often refers to himself as such, leaving out his mining and farming abilities without thinking. He is -very- good at scavenging, as most of his life has been furthered by this skill, and has gained much experience over the years by using this skill.
-Can your character read or write?: Jim can only read, he was taught by his father, who learned from his father, some-what of a family tradition, but lacking the skill of writing, he has hopes one day of also learning how to write and won't hestitate to teach his skills unto others.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, his skill was taught to him by the very first group he had ever joined, although a novice at it, he has hopes of gaining some sort of experience while travelling the land and meeting others, possibly even when he the opportunity arises. He's managed to mine a few things such as batteries, and even found gold once, but is still very unskilled.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): No, while he is able to gather building supplies, he lacks the sense of putting things together to make a shelter, often resulting in him sleeping on the bare ground, or in some cave. It seems every time he tries, the structure usually falls, or is some hideous hut that won't hold up through the week. Hopefully someone might be able to teach him this skill if he manages to find a group of level-headed waste-walkers or settlers.
-Can your character fight?: Some-what, he has a basic knowledge on it, but lacks the professional skills that someone who's been through countless fights. As he travels the land, surely this skill will be built upon, from either fighting mutants, raiders or even managing to survive and kill a giant. If he manages to join a fighting sort of group, he will definitely become an expert and invoke his wrath upon the merciless and evil creatures of the wastes.
-Can your character farm?: Yes, another skill taught to him through the joining of his first group of waste-walkers, like the mining skill, he is not experienced and awaits for the opportunity to use and possibly learn from someone who's considered an expert. He knows the basic skills of farming, and won't hestitate to use them in the case of survival.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Scavenging, he's got a knack for finding materials that are useful and doesn't hesitate to utiltize their usefulness. Medical abilties is another skill he likes to throw around there, though considered an amateur by a professional, he believes himself a professional since he was able to heal his injuries by simply knowing how to stop bleeding. Tinkering has been a secret hobby of his, he's messed around with old clocks, and disabled robots, but to no avail, he wasn't able to restore them, but as far as something beneficial, he managed learn the roles of each little piece inside of certain objects.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He is not able to see from his left eye, he's also hideous from an attack in his past, possibly confused for a mutant if seen. Jim has been attacked countless times because of the confusion and seeks a medical way of returning his face to it's past self.
-Character Fears: Jim's extremely afraid of roaches, he's had many-a bad experience with them, either attacking him or crawling all over his body as he was restrained when he was captured and beaten for his father's caravan. He will do anything to either kill or get rid of the creatures, if given the opportunity, he'd genocide them into the next week, and it is currently one of his goals once he reaches a stable point in his life. Jim often has nightmares, and the majority of them include roaches either crawling all over him or destroying his life around him.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): The wind in the wasteland began to pick up, but as exhausted as he was, Jim sat upon the rock closest to him, his face completely covered in bloody bandages. As he sat to himself, he began to ponder the event that had occured only a day ago, the attack upon him by the mutants. "God.." He said to himself, even though he knew there wasn't one, tears began to well near his eyes as he thought of what would happen to his life in the future, he knew that he would not be welcomed by people who're normal anymore, they would see him at the same level as mutants.
The tears began to run down his face, staining the bloody bandages that held everything together, he screamed in agony as the tears mixxed with the wound, he falls to his knees, and planted his hands, stained with blood, over his eyes, trying to stop his crying. Jim knew his fate was sealed, he wanted -never- to think about this event for the rest of his life, it would surely save him the pain. Unfortunately, he knew that his mind would re-play that event every moment of his life, never ceasing to stop. It was at this point in his life where he knew things would never be the same, and that he would be a broken man if he didn't pick himself up as soon as possible.
Jim's mind began to race, thoughts of why? and how? flooded his mind, he got off of his knees, plopping back onto the rock in a hunched over position. He looked at his Knife, withdrawing it from it's holdster and inspecting it closely.. He brings the knife to his neck, pressing it closely to the skin and screamed loudly, but soon dropping it to the floor. Jim calms his breathing, and waits until his heart stopped racing, he picks up the knife, placing it within it's holdster and begins to rise to his feet. He lets out a breath, his head hung low and hands in his overall's pocket. While the waste's winds have finally picked up, he goes against them, walking and wandering the land.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):
http://i.imgur.com/8pLLx.png
-Other Information: "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
But on a serious note, I'm also slowly creeping back to the server. Doubt anyone remembers lil' ol' Riengo.
I'd be more concerned with making your app less painful to read.
[b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]-Minecraft Account Name:Anglecake[/b]
[b]-How old are you?(Don't lie):13[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA/est.[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?:yes[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I am I very friendly person. I love roleplay. I'm very nice and don't argue with people.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:like 7-8 hours everyday[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?:about 2or3 years[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I have drama class in school and I know what roleplaying is and how to use it. [/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?:I think its going to be great! I love roleplay and I think I'll have a lot of fun with this server.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I played on many different types of servers, I left them because I wanted to find a good roleplay server.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):No[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:Yes[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?:I was just looking up roleplay servers and I thought this one looks promising.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?:Yes! [/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]-Character Name:Katsa[/b]
[b]-Biography: Katsa Is a young woman who lost all her family when all the riot broke out. She is a very brave woman who likes Hunting and Fishing. She wasn't very into the techy stuff and likes the olden day stuff. She is no alone in the wasteland world. She hopes to find a group of survivors to stay with. [/b]
[b]-Character Family:No living relitives.[/b]
[b]-Character Age:20[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance:She have hazel eyes. Redish hair and has a slim body.[/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b]
[b]-Occupation:she is a Hunter[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?:yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?:yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count):yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?:yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?:yes[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?:Hunting[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:no[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Heights and spiders [/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):(Why do I keep getting conored by these stupid spiders! *Jumps on spiders head,Stabbing its eye*)[/b]
[b]-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):(i don't know how to post a picture)[/b]
-How old are you?(Don't lie):15[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central Time zone[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?:YEs[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:Like sports. Play COD. Like minecraft[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?:Only on weekends 3-4 hrs[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?:About a year[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:It is serious. Since i joined minecraft.I like doing rpg rp.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?:Fallout[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I've played Herocraft, MCME, Atherys, and Killion. I haven't left them[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):No[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:Yes[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?:Minecraftforums[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?:Yes[/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]-Character Name:Chris[/b]
[b]-Biography:Gang member, sold drugs and smoked weed, bong, snort crack (you get the idea) left the streets. Moved to NY to become Pro-boxer. Took vacation to Africa. Came back and place was in ruins.[/b]
[b]-Character Family:Single mother. Died of cancer.[/b]
[b]-Character Age:35[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance:black skin, saggy jeans, shades, chains, tanktop, dreads,grills,tatoos,gold rings[/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b] (Any fatal flaws?):[/b]weak spot in chest and leg (bullet wound)
[b]-Occupation:Pro boxer[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?:read[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?:Yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count):No[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?:Yes[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?:No[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?:Fighting, mining, smartness[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:lung cancer, asthma[/b]
[b]-Character Fears:Death[/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out):We were at werehous 12. our drug deal was a setup. the other gang pulled out their weapons, and i was shot. My gang retreated and carried me to hospital.[/b]
[b]-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):Screenshot: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/2-chainz-rapper---hiphop-series/[/b]
[b]-Other Information:my email is [email protected][/b]
[b]-Minecraft Account Name: morganstern1[/b]
[b]-How old are you?(Don't lie): 44 If you don't believe me I will totally have my dad kick your dad's butt.[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST / NE US (Upstate NY)[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: The temptation to go with a simple, ironic "yup" is almost overpowering. However, the answer is yes.[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am an easy going veteran gamer, husband, father of three and a self employed soap maker by profession. When I say 'easy going' that is pretty much a euphemism for 'drama free'...I'm here to play and have fun. I endeavor to be creative, and supportive of others when playing Minecraft online. I deal with trolls with a smile and flippant humor.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Naturally it will depend on how deeply the server impresses me, but I can easily log 4 to 5 hours in a week. Much, much more if I really dig it.[/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Nearly one year.[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Very tempted to use some elder sounding phrase..."Why I've been Role Playing since before you were a twinkle in your Daddy's eye." Got my first Dungeons and Dragons set around 1983, extensive paper and pencil experience. I have done some online RP, but finding places that practice it consistently is a challenge.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?: I find experiences are much more enjoyable if I avoid expectations. However, it is my hope that this is a rich post apocalyptic role playing environment.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have tried a bunch of other servers. Either they shut down or I moved on due to lack of interest. Currently, I have been playing a server called Creation Nation. It is dying a slow and painful death, and admins are thinking of giving it up.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned once for crop theft. It was my error, I tried to make it up to the owner but he wasn't having it.[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes.[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?: I came across this server while searching though forums for servers that use magic or unusual mods.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: Sure. Be advised I try to avoid wearing a headset until the evening in consideration to my family. Anytime after 8pm EST is usually good for me. Any other time Teamspeak is subordinate to family needs, but not impossible.[/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]-Character Name: Durf Lugdenstein[/b]
[b]-Biography: Durf was born in the year 2191. His parents and older sister were part of a moderate community of around 50 people who lived a nomadic existence, scavenging as they moved. As he grew older, he learned that this had not always been so. Before he or his sister had been born all of this group lived in a fortified community for as long as anyone could remember. [/b][b]That was until they were overrun by a mutant hoard one evening. [/b]
[b]Most of the community was lost that night, only a fraction escaped to wander the wasteland...bewildered and lost. This was in the early days of the great link, and they were unaware of any other nearby communities where they may have found sanctuary. And so Durf was born a wanderer. His days filled with scavenging and avoiding robots and his nights hiding from mutants. Although not exactly a fierce warrior, he was not completely at a loss with a blade in his hand. But it was in exploring and scavenging that he excelled much to the gratitude of his group.[/b]
[b]One day as he scoured an area around their encampment he noticed a large group of D2s congregating near a cave opening. This boon was too good to pass up. As he collected the units for their precious, life sustaining cargo he could hear more of them in the darkness of the cave. As his torch lit the area inside it was reflected back by a myriad of metallic plates filled with glass screens and buttons. From a small alcove D2s were coming out of a small opening! A veritable procession of life. As he stepped in for a closer look he felt the floor under his foot shift slightly followed by a grinding noise and hum. From the shadows on the opposite side of the chamber came securo drones, more than he had ever seen in his life. All thoughts of food vanished as he ran in a blind panic for the camp, screaming for help as he ran not daring to look behind him. [/b]
[b]The look on the face of the sentry near the camp said it all for him. He turned to see a teeming mass of robots as they descended on the camp. The panic was immediate and final, only a handful had the presence of mind to fight and they were quickly overwhelmed by sheer numbers. To this day Durf is not sure how he escaped, he only remembers running and sobbing... knowing full well that to go back was death. He blames himself everyday for the death of everyone he has ever known and wanders alone and traumatized. [/b]
[b]-Character Family: Father: Peter, a tech-head who could build amazing things from seeming junk. Mother: Gail, renowned in their little group for her ability to make delicious meals from the scant offerings of the wasteland. Sister: Cassidy, five years his senior she was his playmate, mentor and occasional tormentor. All of them are presumed dead.[/b]
[b]-Character Age: 28[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance: Ragged, clothed in whatever he can find or slap together. His face is bearded and windswept, blue eyes haunted and filled with pain. [/b]
[b]-Character Personality:[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?: Yes, his father had taught him using technical manuals.[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?: Yes, and he was well regarded in his group for being able to sniff out useful materials.[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): Although familiar with the basic principles, this is not his strong suit.[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?: His first instinct is to run, but when cornered he is surprisingly deadly.[/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?: No, agriculture is not part of the nomadic experience.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?: Durf is highly intelligent, and learns quickly.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: The guilt and loss of his family and group hampers his ability to interact with others. He is prone to morbidity and self hatred, yet cannot bring himself to just end it. Durf's mother had been a deeply spiritual woman, and had managed to convey some vague sense of wrongness with the notion of suicide.[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Solitude and loss. This is a fear he cultivates and realizes on a daily basis.[/b]
[b]-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): (OOC: I see everyone assumes physical pain, despite the fact that it is never overtly stated. I find non physical pain to be much more compelling when it comes to role playing, so I hope you don't mind if I take it in that direction.)[/b]
[b]The dream always begins the same. He is young and playing with his sister when father approaches the campfire with a huge grin and produces a wolf pup from behind his back! It's not always the same thing, in some dreams it is mother who presents a delicious cake. In others his father is giving a toy he just made. Unfortunately it always ends the same as well. Cassidy squeals with delight as Durf jumps up and down shouting with joy. Then the shouts get stuck in his throat. Eyes wide with panic he grasps at his throat, which begins to burn with pain. Out from his mouth comes an endless stream of securo drones. They envelop father, mother, sister and whatever was being presented in the dream. Screams fill his ears as his family is very slowly eaten away before his eyes, leaving only bones. Then the bones start to move, and six black hollow eyes sockets turn in his direction. In unison they say the words: "It should have been you...instead of ALL of us..." [/b][b]Durf wakes with a shriek, sweating and shaking. Cursing he gets up and breaks camp. As he begins to leave he sees a group in the distance, the sound of their voices barely audible in the breeze. Durf knows he has no food, that he may well die without assistance. But he knows what he is, and he cannot bring himself to inflict that on others. Drawing a deep sigh, he pauses and watches them as they travel over the ridge and out of sight. Turning, he spies some trees on a distant knoll and hopes they have some fruit.[/b]
[b]-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):[/b]
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[b]-Other Information: Constructive criticism is always appreciated. I did put some time into this, but it's not like my identity hinges on it. Also whether I get in or not it is cool to see a server slapping down some serious standards...hope it reflects in the product Oh and pm me if you want confirmation of age or some such.[/b]
Oh btw, that's a good app. If this server was up you'd definitely be accepted.
Well now, it has been almost a year sense we've seen each other Zim sense the Fallout server ran by Rev.
If you've forgotten I'm 25th. Went through hell for the past 2/3rds of a year.
Are there any of the other people from those days playing on here as well?
~E.
~Vladimir Lenin
Application:
Out of Character Information:
Minecraft account name?: 25th
How old are you?: 18
Time zone and country of residency?: UTC -6, central portion of the United States of America.
Do you have a good grip upon the English language and its grammar?: My native language is English and I retain a semi-correct knowledge upon its grammar.
Please give a small two to three sentence description of yourself.: As it stands I am majoring within chemistry at a junior college. Currently I hope to pursue higher classes such as organic chemistry, bio. chemistry, and bio, engineering. Among that general study I am also looking into micro-biology, philosophy, ethics, sociology, and pharmaceuticals. I see these to be a decent description of my self for they allow one to assist others in their respected fields.
How much time could you dedicate to the server weekly?: Currently I am attending a junior college full time. Thus my time is relatively limited as it is with the exception of weekends at times I am not studying. Though on average I may be able to actually play on the server at least an hour or more per day depending on the events partaking that week. Though keep in mind that even though I put my education above my entertainment I can still be dedicated to a server.
How long have you been playing Minecraft?: I have currently been playing Minecraft sense early September of 2010.
What do you know of roleplaying, how long have you been doing it, and what kind has it been?: I have a trend of playing Minecraft on and off due to how organized my life is with rapid changing areas. Thus my collection of how long I have been playing on roleplaying servers is not exactly to a pin point standard. As far as I can think I have been playing sense of late 2010 to modern times. Though this was on and off from different servers to suit the situation mainly. The last time I was on a roleplaying server was last June.
What do you expect this server to be like?: I expect this server to uphold values of roleplaying in which are seen as common sense. Along with an atmosphere of pure survival with a mix of new civilizations being forged from the ashes of the old world. Yet with this I expect the number one priority being a haven for those who enjoy roleplaying games to the fullest for their entertainment.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: In the past I can only truly remember the most recent server I've played on that stuck in my mind. That server was a Fallout themed server ran by a person named Revolvingocelot with a few staff members. I can only recall the name of one staff member honestly for the rest is simply blocked out by the final exams for a biology class I was taking at that time. The only reason I had left that server is for it shut down due to financial issues. I have also played on a few roleplaying servers thereafter but do not recall their names. I did not stay very long on those servers for I found them to lack roleplaying elements in which they had originally stated they offered.
Have you ever been banned? If so, why?: I have been banned in the past, but not on any roleplaying server. I can not recall all of the reasons but they were all related in that there were corrupt staff members trying to keep their deeds silent. The only one I can remember of currently is when I disagreed with racial remarks from one staff member. I recall them saying a many things of idiotic nature in which were racially insulting to any person with common sense. Though they did not do this in a joking manner. Simply disagreeing with people of this sort when they hold power does not end well. Least it be I'll stick with my principles than let an uncivil fool dictate my beliefs.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? I have read, analyzed, understood, and agreed to your rules. A majority if not all are common sense in my view point.
How did you hear about us?: I came across this server after searching the survival section of the servers with the key name of roleplaying. For the past three days I have been going over each server that offered roleplaying. After looking at a many closely to see what was offered in the limited section I decided to settle upon this one, for it look to suit my interest the most compared to the others.
Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: I already have downloaded Teamspeak among other third party chatting services. This does not mean however I am willing to be active on it. After awhile of playing on this server and I decide to stay I most likely will become active on the server's Teamspeak server.
In Character Information:
Character Name.: Felix Von Constantine
Biography.: November 7th, 2164. A snowy November day in the town of Edgewood a child was born at 15:42. This child was to be named Felix Von Constantine from his mother Elan Constantine. The father was not present for he had died a series of months before hand, thus making this child a in the eyes of others. Yet this would become that in which they feared later on in their lived for the actions he would take. But this is not the time to dwindle upon the future.
The town of Edgewood was a small farming settlement. It mostly consisted of people simply trying to survive by farming the rich land and raising livestock. There were also a series of a few old world buildings. Yet among these buildings the largest was the main plantation home. It had a many rooms, one of which was a library still filled with a many old world books. A many of which were intact. It was here that Felix's mother would teach the locals to read and write. It was also here that a Felix would learn of old world philosophy, ethics, and so forth with the locals.
Yet as time went on Felix seemed to be taking up the same profession as his mother until that dreadful cloudy November day after his sixteenth birthday. It was upon that day his mother would die and he would see what he was capable of doing to another person. Yet he would understand his actions fully and continue to walk forward with his life. For to tell of that story of her death is another story in its self not fit for this biography.
Upon leaving Edgewood Felix would find himself wandering for a spell. He would find a town here and there and pass through it taking note of what he saw. Almost every town was the same in that it was ran by a single person pushing others around with the threat of death. Drug addicts and drunks would wander the streets of each town in false emotions upon their face. Prostitutes and mercenaries would be present on almost every street corner. It disgusted him heavily that these people upheld no virtue at all. No self respect for themselves at all is what he saw in so many of them. Yet he did come across a few who did sell their able bodies simply to support their families. He looked to these people in interest, for he saw that they did what they had to.
Yet the one thing he hated the most was the mercenaries for hire that willingly joined some small town dictator's death squad. By seeing people willingly shoot down innocent people trying to survive and refusing to have their belongings needed for survival taken by force morally outraged him! Yet there was nothing he could ever do. For a single person against a small well armed military will only get one a bullet in the back of the head from a firing squad.
As Felix wandered from town to town he noticed a small change in each town. Each town was almost alike to the last, but he would come across a town every now and then that was different in that nature. Eventually he would find a town alike to this in full. A town that supported self integrity and virtue. This town was called Votum. Votum was a town proper up by a series of people who did not elect a single leader. Instead they made a general assembly to convene and work out issues. The town was composed of a series of areas in which they labeled as the guard, the labor, and the people. The guard was the town's militia that would keep order and protect the town from any threads. The labor was all areas that supplies the town with raw materials. The people was the all the certified residents of the area. It is here Felix would spend twenty years of his life, for he arrived there at the age of twenty two after six years of wandering.
Within the first week at Votum Felix learned of all the main figures of the town. By the time the second week came Felix already had a job working at the farms at Votum. He mainly worked with keeping the crops alive and repairing the greenhouses with the knowledge he had learned in the past. A week after taking up that job he had became a resident of the area. Over the next four years Felix would work the farms and help build more greenhouses. This job would come to an end when a needed for more able body people was requested by the general assembly for the guard. This was due to the loss of a many people in the guard after a local raiding group had finally been put down by the town.
When Felix joined the guard he understood that he would have to fight. Yet what he thought he could hold back was his ability to go into a sociopathic state and use any form of brutality upon another. He was wrong in thinking so and would soon learn that. Over a period of sixteen years he would fight in the guard. He gained the nickname Wrath after he had stung up a series of raiders from a local camp upon the stone walls of the old world and nailed them to it. The news of his combat brutality quickly spread throughout all local areas heavily deterring a many raiders from attacking Votum. This was noticed by the general assembly as they heavily thanked him for his work and awarded him people to command.
As time went on and he helped protect a virtuous people he had found that the fruits of their labor had also come with an effect. Those of a many in the general assembly had begun to become corrupt with their new power and began to wish to expand into other local areas. A many people resisted this idea for they wished to simply expand when needed, not simply for power gains. Yet those people who resisted were cut down by other units loyal only to certain members of the general assembly. Felix saw this and instantly began to gather other units to rebel against this tyranny to protect the people that they had been. Within a single night Felix would start a civil war in this once to believe paradise to end the tyranny of those few who had taken over.
Felix was now forty two and had prepared all the people he could to fight against the tyrants in power. Within a single night a majority of the non-combatant population was killed of almost instantly. While the combating people's of the guard fought one another the town had begun to burn. By the morning the glow of the embers were still present and the survivors that were not fighting had all but ran away. Felix and his few men remained and had already nailed those that had committed this genocide of all the non-combating people to crosses and left them to burn in the town's inferno. Yet there only remained a single one who help the higher ground and larger numbers. Felix's women and men under him were quickly shot down while taking a hefty portion of the last tyrant's people with them. This tyrant was named Lee Jackle and was known for his butchery of those against her. With the opposing force numbered one to ten against her she had Felix taken into the main building of the left over general assembly. Over ten hours of nonstop torture would occur upon Felix's body. His torso was carved into heavily damaging his ribs impermanently and leaving scars of the knife work. Yet upon Lee's humor to see Felix in pain, she did not expect the smoke from afar to alert any raiding groups to come.
A majority if not all local raiding group's knew what Felix looked like. They feared, hated, and respected him for his actions. Yet they knew that if going into battle against him and his people that they would most likely see how a virtuous person butchers the non-virtuous. The few remaining local raiding groups had surrounded the left over general assembly taking Lee by surprise. Just as quickly as Felix's people had been killed Lee's people were killed equally. The few remaining raider's had left Lee alive for she could not fight. They untied Felix from the table in which he was positioned upon. As Felix looked at them in disgust he looked upon Lee in even more disgust.
It is here Felix learned to control his sociopathic state as he took Lee's head in his hands and stared at her. He asked her one question, that question was "Why?". "Why destroy something so promising that no person can possible recreate?". With that she smiled saying "Why not?". As Felix took his hands off her and faced the raiders he took out his survival knife. Within an instant he had put it through her skull's frontal plate and through the back of her optical skull plate.
There she lied with the knife stuck within her skull, paralyzed gasping for air as she could not breath no more. As Felix watched her slowly die with no emotion the raiders looked at him with that fear and respect.
Felix had left Votum and began to wander once more as he would for the next thirteen years of his life. He would begin to go town to town helping people in small jobs here and there. Yet he always seemed to come back across a small booming mining town in which he worked at every now and then. Yet as he traveled through these towns he saw the same things that he did before. Every once in awhile finding a new version of Votum and knowing how it would end. Yet upon his fiftieth birthday he would wander once more from the areas he had come to know and understand. He did this to find a new area to lend a hand in. Yet it seems this area has but found him now. For the rest of the story begins now, for Felix the Wrathful is all but dead.
Character Family.: The character had grew up in a small farming community called Edgewood. It was there that he was born into the care of his mother, for his father had died before he was born. He and his mother had lived in one of the library room of a relatively large old world plantation styled house. The house was located at the edge of a river surrounded by trees with a series of other buildings.
His mother's name was Elan Constantine and she worked as a teacher most of her time. She had choose the name Felix for her son for she had found it to be a unique name she had acquired from her reading of old world history. The middle name, Von, had come from his father, for his name was Von Constantine. His mother did not speak much of his father for she could not bare to bring up his death.
As his mother taught the locals how to read and write her son had began to read the old world books in the library. It was here that he began to understand old world ethics, philosophy, science, mathematics, and improve his lexicon. With this he often assisted his mother with teaching her students. Yet this would all come to an end when he was sixteen.
Character age.: 55
Character Appearance.:
- Clothing.: Covering the feet there is a pair of black boots covered by a long rugged pair of dress pants. Covering the legs there is a pair of pants that are of a dark variety being help up in place by a black leather belt with a polished steel buckle. Covering the torso is an aged flannel button up shirt being covered by an rugged grey sweater vest. The backside of the torso and mid upper legs is covered by a rugged red cloak kept under the arms when no storm is present. Concealed under the cloak is an old survival knife used on animal and plant life. Covering the face is an red scarf covering the front at all times, yet is tucked in a the back of the head.
- Physical Appearance.: Due to age the body's appearance has mainly changed to have a whitened hair and few wrinkles on the white skin. The head has a full head of hair that is slowly becoming completely white. Currently the hair is in a grayish state from the original dark brown. Following this is a pair of two blue eyes that hold a slight stigma that limits long distance viewing. The main portion of the body is inits self physically fit due to daily upkeep of the most commonly used muscles within the torso, arms, and legs. The torso holds scaring from multiple knife slashes covering the entire torso. The right and left arm have only three scars from bullet wounds as a collective whole. The right arm has scaring from a bullet wound in the upper portion of the arm branching into the shoulder. This scar was caused by a clean through and through bullet. The left arm has a single bullet wound in the upper portions of the arm. This wound was not a clean through and through shot. The legs hold only minimal scaring from knife slashes. This is mainly in the upper portions of the leg. The feet and hands are completely intact limb wise. Both hands and feet hold small scars from physical labor.
Character Personality.: The personality of this character is philosophical in nature. To question everything and determine from his past experiences, knowledge, and situation to see the best course of action. Yet with this comes an upholding of morals of high standings. From seeing what the world was like only reinforced these morals to be true in the characters mind. Thus seeing militant groups acting like death squads, the abuse of and substance, and so forth brings moral outrage in this character. Yet with the strong will and understanding nature he keeps this to himself and stays silent a majority of the time. Only speaking when needed in a civil manner.
Occupation.: Within the past the character has upheld a series of specific limited jobs. The first consisted working on a small plantation of a small town. The job consisted of simply harvesting wheat, potatoes, and carrots and helping keep up the green houses in which the crops were located. Among other duties was assisting in the collection of raw materials from livestock. Within this time his skills in construction and farming were greatly improved.
The second job was located in the same town as the first. This job consisted of guarding the town mainly from any threats as well as helping keep the order. During this time the character advanced his usage of many rifle based weapons. He also advanced his knowledge of human anatomy from his exploits upon threats to this town. The downside of this job was that he was tortured at one point and shot a single time through and through.
The final and third job was working in a booming mining town. The only reason the character took up this job was for a refill of supplies due to his constant passing through this area. The job was only hourly thus the passing through every now and then suited the small amount of labor he offered. During these passages through the town the character had built up a small amount of mining experience. The downside of the job was that his body was weakened from the harsh atmosphere of the mines causing him to less efficient at mining.
Can your character build?: The character had gained the ability to do construction of buildings due to his first job. During his time working with plants he also worked building greenhouses and other buildings. This increased his ability to understand how to build a basic structures. With this ability he learned of structural support for buildings and how to repair them. He later learned of beam support of underground tunnels from his part-time mining job.
Can your character fight?: The character had gained the ability to fight from his long lasting second job. His combat skills were specific in that they were mainly in the usage of a few medium to long range rifles, limited training in hand to hand combat to the usage for only disarming, and the usage of knives. The training he received was limited rifle and crossbow usage more so than the other two. The only time he advanced his usage of knives was during interrogation or close range combat.
Can your character read or write?: The character had gained the ability to read and write from his mother while she raised him. This was mainly due to her being a teacher and being proficient in English Grammar. The character thereafter adapted a greater understanding of the English language, and began to read books upon philosophy, ethics, the medical field, and a few other general studies. This furthermore advanced his ability to read and write.
Can your character mine?: The character gained a small ability to mine raw minerals through his passage through a booming mining town. His ability is only minor for he took up a job mining in small amounts when he needed to refill his resources when passing through town.
Can your character farm?: The character has adept skills in farming due to his extensive work within greenhouses with a series of different crops. He advanced his skills over time from learning different soil composition to learning the anatomy of plant life. With this he was able to understand proper harvesting and growing of crops.
Does your character have any specific skills?: The character has the specific skills to write schematics for enhancing tools, armours, and weapons, and to make minor medical aliments. His ability to write schematics for enhancing tools, armours, and weapons came from his vast knowledge from old world books that he had read. A many of which he had memorized with a select few other books on chemistry. With his small knowledge of chemistry he is able to understand how to create basic aliments for usage.
Does your character have any mental of physical disabilities?:
- Physical disabilities: The character has undergone torture in the past causing his torso to be weaker than most other peoples'. Which muscle growth has correct past damage, permanent damage to his rib cage was not fixable. This gives him the ability to be easily harmed from any attacks to his upper torso as well as a slight shortness of breath if doing physical labor.
- Mental disabilities: The character has undergone mental trauma in the past due to the nature of his mother's death. While the mental trauma does not present any debilitating problems, it does have the ability to throw him into a shortly lived sociopathic state depending on the situation. While the character has learned how to control this weakness, he can still undergo it depending on the situation that he is thrown into.
Character Fears.: The character has an hatred of any person who he considers to lack virtue. This is mainly limited to drug addicts, drunks, prostitutes, and mercenaries/death squads.
The reason he has a hatred for drug addicts and drunks is for he sees them as people trying to get away from reality with any means. While he does not condemn the usage of alcohol and drugs, he does condemn the abuse of any substance.
He holds a hatred of prostitutes for he sees them to sell off their bodies as a means to make money. While he despises their work, he also understands their reasons for it. For he only despises those who sell their bodies to aid their addiction to substance abuse.
Yet above all he holds moral outrage for mercenaries and death squads. The reason for this is that he sees them as people making a living upon the bodies of others. By selling themselves off as able bodies for hire with no loyalty to any belief or group. Yet as he understands those who sell their body to simply get by, he also understands that there are mercenaries doing the same thing; but he would always despise those doing such for survival if they join a death squad for a town dictator.
Together these things annoy the character, but as other things he stays silent about it when passing through towns that support it. The only thing that would make him cringe at the site of would be the passing by of a death squad for a town dictator.
Describe an even where your character underwent deep, physical or emotional, pain.: An event in which the character underwent a deep physical and emotional pain would be when the character's mother died. Due to the nature of it, I shall present this portion in greater detail.
It was a cloudy November day with a small snow storm moving in on the town of Edgewood. Felix was sixteen at this time and assisting his mother teach students in the library. Snow had just begun to fall when the first gunshots were heard from afar. Everyone looked around in question of what was going on as they hear more gunshots. An explosion in the distance occurred and the power was cut off thereafter.
Everyone in the building then hurried down to the basement were they sealed off the entrance as quickly as everyone came in. While Felix thought he had came into the basement with his mother he had lost sight of her. Quickly looking around he noticed that she was not present in the room. Felix then went back to the sealed door and began to undo it before he was grabbed by another and dragged back down into the crowded basement. As he resisted wishing to get his mother he was told by the one dragging him that she was already good as dead. That she now had to die for she failed to get into the basement.
Yet everyone there knew that she had helped get people and and looked for any that where still outside of it except her son. As Felix protested the entire group became quite looking directly at him as if he was insane. His mother, the person who had taught a majority of them how to read and write to excel in their areas, was going to die for the "good of the town". Almost instantly everyone was against letting his mother into the basement for they did not want to die.
This only infuriated Felix more to the point that he was hit in the head and knocked out. It was five hours later that no more gunshots and screams were heard. The sealed doors were opened and people starred at the entrance in horror. Felix's mother lay there barely alive. Those passing through the town had simply took all the supplies they could carry and left. Yet while doing this they had fired at anyone in their sight. Felix's mother was no exception to their actions yet she laid there half alive. Not a single person left that basement until after Felix has ran up to his mother's battered bloody body. There as she lay fading away she told Felix her last words. That this was the same thing that happened to his father, and that they had left him outside to die as well.
It was here that Felix learned that all people hold inner demons. For it is here that he encountered his. A pure embodiment of wrath in a sociopathic state. As the small crowd in the basement stared up at him as his mother passed they watched in horror of that in which they created. The basement was originally an storage area for fuel. The only relic of his father that Felix had was an old world lighter with "Spes Regnat" engraved unto it. His mother told him that it stood for hope reigns. He looked at the crowd as they stared at him pulling out the lighter. In horror they watched him light it and throw it at the floor of the basement. Almost instantly the fumes from the fuel ignited as Felix pushed the door shut.
It was there that he looked upon the burning buildings and fields of this new world with the screams of the self serving in the basement. As he picked up his mother's bloody body and walked from the building he heard the pleas of mercy from those he had damned. Upon the ashes of that town he buried his mother. Upon her grave he swore he would do the right thing in this world. Even if it meant he had to crucify every piece of filth in his way to make it so. He kept this promise in his mind of every day he lived as he walked away from the ruined Edgewood.
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I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in out of character in the local chat if needed or I will be banned.
Sorry if it is to long. I have a tendency to write an entire book when making a character. If anything is missing that I did not see just tell me and I'll add it as soon as I'm notified.
Thank you for your time. I look forward to playing on such a formal server that suits my interests.
~E.
~Vladimir Lenin
[b]-How old are you?(Don't lie): I am 15 years old.[/b]
[b]-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States of America[/b]
[b]-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes[/b]
[b]-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well I am a video editor and writer I have been playing computer games specifically for a very long time ( Warcraft III is what got me into it as a kid.). I love to have original story background or involve myself into the mythos of a world.[/b]
[b]-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: Well to be honest I would say about 7 hours a week. Im not a heavy gamer but I would consistently play on a good server![/b]
[b]-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since alpha don’t remember what build but I was sure happy when items had names.[/b]
[b]-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Roleplaying is in my opinion immersing you’re self in another’s life in reality I’m normal but in this world I’m roleplaying as a Orc in the middle of a era of slavery and prejudice or well oh I don’t know Karthus the Undead lich champion of League of Legends hah. I have been doing it for around… I would say 5 years Started when my dad got me into I believe it was something like H.P. LoveCraft call of Cthulhu (sorry don’t remember the name exactly.) than I started to play Warhammer 40k and Neverwinter Nights, ever since I have been playing role playing games and movies and I have done a little bit of LARP events.[/b]
[b]-What do you expect this server will be like?: Hopefully its like a mixture of Fallout, and the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Universe with a good community and ACTUAL role playing.[/b]
[b]-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, at this point in my life I can’t even count how many servers I’ve played on. But roleplaying server wise I played on the Lord of The craft server’s and I left them because I felt as if they’re servers are too lighthearted not dark enough. I also played on one other dark roleplaying server; I left that because I simply forgot the ip and the Name.[/b]
[b]-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Yes, I have been banned only twice. Once, because my friends (pardon my language) douchebag of a friend was harassing me and griefing me because he was a operator so I called him out in the all chat and he banned me when is started telling everyone how he was abusing powers. The other ban was once again a corrupt admin I was simply talking to someone in chat and Used some emoticons he told me to stop so I asked stop what he jailed me when I was released I asked why was I Jailed? He called me some names and then threatened to ban, I didn’t care I could tell this admin had it out for me so I messed with him for a bit.[/b]
[b]-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes sir.[/b]
[b]-How did you hear about us?: Browsing web.[/b]
[b]-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Teamspeak server?: I already have teamspeak but, I wont be 100% active on it just because sometimes Im not able to talk and well I have a umm higher pitched voice, plus I’d rather have a conversation to my friends on skype.[/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]-Character Name: Kravish Frasnivinsky[/b]
[b]-Biography: Kravish was son of Dreihr a descendant of a long line of Scientists from the Russian capital of Moscow, during the threats of nuclear war Kruviks knew when the economy was collapsing and when great countrys would break out in civil war that nuclear threats were only a mere century away, so he funded a small vault with a sustainable water source and steady supply of non-perishable foods. He then took his family and his colleagues family into a plains like area outside of the Russian countr. On the year 2193 Kravish was born in the vault like his ancestors alike, His father Dreihr had to be more stern with Kravish because in the small community of the vault Dreihr and Kravish were outcasts even though theyre ancestors buit the vault. It is because Kravish’s father had laid with a women outside of the vault, now normally in there society it would not be a problem as long as the woment would be brought back for reproduction and testing, but he left her and no one knew her name or what she looked like. Kravish had no friends no lovers he was raised to be strong not physically but mentally. Kravish on his own time started training physically, he wasn’t the strongest but he was still muscular and agile. Around the age of 19 however his father started teaching him the wonders of Atom’s and Radiation’s effect on the body. People said Dreihr was insane trying to teach a mear young adult so much with so little resources but Dreihr still tried. Kravish knew amazingly every vital organ, every bone, and everything that makes the human body tick. Kravish however noticed the community started to decrease in population steadily. When Kravish was 18 there was 976 people in vault by the time he was 24 there was only 760. People were dying and Dreihr thought he knew why. Dreihr left the vault to gather some supplies but when he came back the guard had shot him. Dreihr came back with a “creature” in his arm. Kravish wasn’t affected to much by the death of his father, everyone in the vault knew that people die and to not get attached. But Kravish was intrigued by the Journel his father had when he died. It was talking about a cure to “Severe Radiation Brain Decay Condition.” He relised why people were dying it was the water… Kravish never drank from the water he drank from the artificial purifier his father refused to share. Kravish started packing a backpack and bartered with one the Warden Officer’s for a handgun and some cartridges. Kravish before deciding to leave this place remeberd to grab his father’s “MkIXV Radiotion Deflection Array Suit” He only told the Abysall Mayor about him leaving. But time’s were different and he had to leave his vault, It isn’t uncommon for people to leave the vault but Kravish wasn’t going to return to the vault with food, or pelts, or supplies he was leaving for good.[/b]
[b]-Character Family: Father, Dreihr. Mother, He dosent know she was someone outside of the vault.[/b]
[b]-Character Age:32[/b]
[b]-Character Appearance: Caucasian, Tall, Slightly Muscular, Shaved Head, Right arm is scarred heavily and pieces of metal can be seen[/b]
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[b]-Character Personality:[/b] (Any fatal flaws?):[/b] Yes, he has no real emotional values. For example if a child asked him for food and this child was obviously starving instead of giving the food right away he would probably think to himself “Does this child even need the food, I could use it for myself in the future.” (Although he does know right and wrong he just won’t let emotions block his judgment same with joining sides.) Also Kravish is a Nomad; therefore he will never stay in the same place longer than a week he will only build small shacks or tents.
[b]-Occupation: Trader/Independent Scientist. Kravish enjoyed acquiring new technology and he found the best way to do this was to barter with others along the large traffic districts. He was still a scientist at heart but He didn’t want to align to anyone specifically he wanted to become independent.[/b]
[b]-Can your character read or write?: Yes he can do both. In the vault everyone was rather intelligent compared to the survivors on the surface, the reason being all these people’s ancestors were genius level scientists.[/b]
[b]-Can your character mine?: Yes, after leaving the vault Kravish had grouped with a caravan group outside a trading center. The caravan needed some fuel for the robot so they could sell it, so they set up camp and started mining. One of the members taught Kravish how to mine in the right fashion, how hard to swing you’re pick, and what areas are safe to mine.[/b]
[b]-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can build small shacks nothing more (nomadic trait)[/b]
[b]-Can your character fight?: Yes he is not the best but he is skilled with axe’s and handguns (bows). With his experiences with the caravan whenever they encountered a group of bandits he always used either a Low caliber handgun or a trusty fire axe. He liked the fire axe simply because it can be used as a tool or a weapon and if you get swung at by a fire axe the result is a very nasty wound that is hard to heal from. [/b]
[b]-Can your character farm?: Yes (only wheat.) In the vault no one acutally farmed except for the scavengers who farmed on the surface instead of the vault ( they thought the crops if grown in vault could cause contamination) but Kravish’s father made him read many books on earth. Kravish took interest in farming specifically wheat because it starts as a miniscule seed and grows into something that can be molded into many types of food.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any special skills?: He is stronger because of his right arm being made of a little bit of metal.[/b]
[b]-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He broke his right arm very badly in a fight with a bandit. He went to the nearest town and got it healed by a woman. The women had put some metal plates and some robotic gears into his arm.[/b]
[b]-Character Fears: Total Darkness and the thought of grouping with a large faction or army (more than 7 people.) His biggest fear is not bandits but raiders, once he had an encounter with 3 raiders he shot one in the leg and then shot the other in the head. The one that wasn’t injured walked up to him and hit him in the face with a plywood board. Kravish’s face was bleeding badly but he reached for his knife and pulled it out, But the raider saw this and grabbed his arm twisted it around and punched his elbow as hard as he could till his right arm was bending right. Kravish actually started to cry, the raider then stud up and unbuttoned his pants. Luckily Kravish had grabbed the knife with his left hand and stabbed him in the throat. Kravish still has nightmares about him being able to see his bones and the attempted rape.[/b]
What exactly happened to it? From the past comments it sounded as if a new map was being rebuilt.
~E.
~Vladimir Lenin