You know you're bored when you read the forums just to read.
Now I saw this thing called friggin' Zegatron.
To be honest, I'd welcome ageless beings like Zegatron, they would be pretty badass, being all older than dirt. If they are explained well enough and not more overpowered than Jedi Cthulhu on steroids.
Country of residence and time zone: United States, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is when you create a character and immerse yourself into every aspect of him/her. You must abide by the emotions and attitude which you have created for said individual. You are no long the person sitting on the computer, you are (Whoever) running through the wastelands trying to find food and fend for your life. My role playing experience comes of playing on the RP servers on World of Warcraft back in the early days of the game. I have much to learn, but I am eager!
What is your reason for applying to this server? I've just recently started playing MC about a month ago and have been searching for a good survival server to join. Nothing seems better to me than apocalyptic settings and mutants!
Have you been banned before, if so why? No, I have never been banned. I am pretty well mannered and law abiding.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? All the rules seem very fair. I've read the lore over a couple times, still trying to memorize important dates. I love apocalyptic settings, so it's great so far!
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, although I use other ones as well. So I will try to keep in mind to switch back and forth!
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Being able to force the scenario to your own way without any reaction from the other people in your group. For example: John grabs Joe body slams him into the wall and then proceeds to severely smash his body till there is nothing left but a bloody mangled corpse.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using information that hasn't been given directly to you by anyone while RP'ing. Pretty much knowing names, back-stories, weaknesses, and etc. without being told by the other character.
In Character
Character name: Ivan Vargas
Your character's story so far: Ivan was born in 2042, during the times when asteroids rained down on the earth. His family, consisting of his mother, father(both in their 40's at this time) and one older brother(age 7) lived in a underground bunker his parents had found while his mother was pregnant with Rolf(His older brother). Ivans' father who was ex military had trained both sons to defend themselves against the dangers of the night. His mother had taught Ivan to read during the day while Rolf and his father ventured out and gathered. For ten years his family lived in that bunker, until both of his parents died within the three months of each other, due to what they could only assume was radiation poisoning. At this time Rolf took charge of the family. Ivan at 10 and Rolf at 17 ventured out into the wastelands. For 4 years they made a living by working and scavenging for food. The brothers traveled around the eastern side of country, keeping to abandoned houses and rickety shelters they put together. After days of starving and hours dehydration, Rolf decided to make the bold move of hunting at night. Ivan had been malnourished for days, surviving off of almost rotted xig broth. Both boys now at the ages of 14 and 21 had become somewhat adept at hunting, always together never alone. Although they had not attempted a night time run, the thought was suicidal. Rolf felt like he had no other choice, both of them needed food now! Well into the night the boys were creeping around a somewhat forest area, when unexpectedly Rolf heard the unmistakeable moan of the mutants. With no time to spare he took off, grabbing Ivan and pulling him along. Ivan barely being able to keep up; was doing the best he could not to throw up the little food inside his stomach. They made the wrong turn, a group of raiders had just finished killing a caravan of villagers up ahead; mutants not even 50 feet behind them. What could Rolf do? Ivan quickly unsheathed his sword preparing for battle as they had no other option. Rolf fearing for his brothers life quickly scanned the area and found a nearby ditch. He then proceeded to that area and knocked Ivan out and placed him in the ditch, hidden to all others. Years have passed, Ivan is now 23 and alone in this wretched world. Since his brothers passing he has been making his living through trade and hunting, never having a secure shelter for more than a couple weeks at a time. He walks through this earth looking for a semblance of what he can call family or friends. As the youngest child his nativity has gotten the best of him many times through out these lonely years, yet he continues to have faith in humankind.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? A father and mother who had two children. All perished except for Ivan, luckily!
How old is your character? 23
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Ivan has long flowing brown hair which goes down to about the small of his back. His eyes are a pale green. He is of normal height and has all his limbs intact.
How does your character act? He is slightly too trustful of people, shy in the beginning but warms up easily. He has a slight obsession with killing mutants, always choosing melee combat to slay them when possible. Ivan is a bit vulgar when it comes to the way he talks, but always with good intentions. Mostly mild mannered, until extremely angered. He likes things his ways and will go to great length to make sure he gets it that way.
Character's occupation: For now Ivan is a nomad, looking for a place to settle and gain resources.
Does your character have an education? Home schooled as much as could be in those days till around 15, so he can read relatively well. His writing skills are enough to get by with the residents of the wastelands.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He has somewhat of an above average experience in stealth and melee combat.
Does your character hate or fear anything? There is a both fear and hate of mutants. He hates the raiders though, due to his lack of skill in ranged fighting. Ivan is also terrified of heights, anything above twenty feet with a chance of falling off makes him weary and scared.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Ivan: *Cold tired, and dirty* "Rolf! What do we do, I hear the mutants coming!"
Rolf: *Tired, but alert and attentive* "Shut up for a second, I'm trying to think!"
Rolf: "Here this trail might lead to a settlement nearby! But we have to run, hurry!"
Ivan: "Don't pull me so hard! Rolf what if we can't fine any- ROLF!!! It's the raiders!
Rolf: "Ivan. Shh, They can't hear us yet keep your damn voice down." * The groans of mutants can be heard within 50 feet of them.*
Rolf: *Scared and fearing for his brothers life he searches for something to save them* "Ivan, look over there. Do you see it? That ditch would be a perfect spot for us to hide, the mutants will spot the raiders and they might back off. Or better yet just slay each other."
Ivan: *Eyes wet, knees bruised, Ivan does nothing but nod and listen*
Rolf quickly leads Ivan to the ditch and settles him in, he looks at Ivan one more time and gives him a tight hug.
Ivan: * recognizes something is wrong with the way his brother is acting* " Rolf what are you doing I thought we were both hiding, I won't let you fight alone!"
Rolf: "Shut up and listen to me! There is now way we can both live, once those mutants spot us the raiders will be alerted and they will unload on us!"
Ivan: *He grabs his brother and tries to plead with him* "Don't do this! We can find a way! I don't want to lo-"
Rolf hears the oncoming mutants and acts swiftly, he takes the hilt of his sword and knocks Ivan out. He quickly lays him down and covers him in dirt and leaves. After that he proceeds to run out and alert both mutants and raiders where he is. The mobs turn their heads and take chase, Rolf runs in the opposite direction of his brother leading them away.
Ivan:* Groggy and in pain he sits up* "Rolf! *He looks around* "NO! He can't do this!
By now it is day time, he is safe from raiders and mutants, he starts to walk around and notices a trail of dead bodies.
*He comes up on his dead brother laying in parts all around him, aghast he can do nothing but cry*
Hours passed, Rolf is now six feet under, with nothing but his sword above ground to symbolize his grave. Ivan knows the sword will be stolen but he does not want to carry it around, for it burdens him to know that he was the cause of his brothers death. Ivan: *He gets up dusts of his hands and continues on his way of the never ending struggle to find food and shelter*
Anything else to add? I haven't done this in a while so please feel free to criticize the crap out of me! Let me know what you think. Would you kindly?
A very good app, but I just don't feel a uniqueness to your character, if that doesn't sound insane. He just sounds a bit too generic. Add a few more distinguishing details and you'll be accepted.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experience? To fill a role given to a specific storyline, with a group of people who enjoy the same storyline. I have played on 1 or 2 role playing servers in the past
What is your reason for applying to this server?
My friend (W0LFHER0) said it was a great server Have you been banned before, if so why?
No, I have never been banned from a server I play on regularly Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
I find the rules reasonable, and the lore incredibly well done. Will you use the server's official texture pack?
yes Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Doing something your character shouldn't be able to do (dropkicking somebody 100 blocks) Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Knowing something your character shouldn't know how to do (reading if you are illiterate) In Character
Character name: Ahmed al-Bashir
Your character's story so far: Born in Kuwait city in 2015, Ahmed moved to Seattle at the age of 8, he lived there until he graduated. He then joined the resistance movement against Intracorp. However, after a few years, Ahmed decided that if the world was ending, Ahmed wanted to be where he was born. So he moved back to Kuwait, where he was nearly killed by a car bomb. After his experience with the rebellion against Intracorp, I began to hate robots
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No companions or family
How old is your character? 50
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Short hair, beard, and a scar on his back from shrapnel in the car bomb.
How does your character act? He is calm and reasonable, but knows when to stop talking and start fighting.
Character's occupation: Former rebel and currently he works odd jobs and is looking for a place to settle down.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes, he speaks Arabic and English
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: he is bilingual, and very good at making a group of people see reason before acting rashly.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Robots
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): He was walking steadily along the long unused roads of Kuwait City, when suddenly a loud blast shook him to his core. He was thrust back off of the road and into the marketplace. Nobody made any move to help him, he struggled to get up and noticed a sharp pain across his back. He looked cautiously around trying to find what had done it and noticed the wreckage of an ancient looking car nearby.
Country of residence and time zone:Canada, Eastern time zone
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Roleplaying is leaving yourself and playing as another character. I have had 2 other roleplaying experiences.
What is your reason for applying to this server? Usually, roleplay servers are medieval theme. I'm relieved to see some people have creativity.
Have you been banned before, if so why? no.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: When doing an action, making the other character do something unwillingly. ex. I hit John, and John runs away.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Knowing things without asking the character things. ex. *two characters meet* Hi, John! (John has not told other character name yet.)
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Vivien.
Your character's story so far: At the age of twelve, Vivien's father was murdered. one year later, Her mother died from a disease. Leaving Vivien with the household, she sells it, and leaves. Coming across a town, she lives around, collecting the bit of money she can, and surviving. Reaching the age of 14, she stocks up on food, and everything else she will need, including a small radio. She runs into the woods, hoping to find, possibly, another small civilisation.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? A mother and father, both dead by the age of 13.
How old is your character?14.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Chocolate hair, startling grey eyes, black jacket, white pants, quiver.
How does your character act? impulsive, acts before thinking. Turns her back on most people, unless they're special.
Character's occupation: never keeps any, has a small one most of the time.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Can read and write, had education until 12.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Shoots with a bow,fast, small, and can climb up trees.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Clausterphobia.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Her father used to say an old expression they used in the early 2000s. "Keep calm and carry on."
--- Coming back inside from running some errands, Vivien finds her father, lying in a pool of blood. Panicked, Vivien see her mother come inside. She drops everything she has and stares. Then drops on her knees, and weeps. Vivien tries to comfort her. She knew something like this would happen. You can't have good luck all the time. But Vivien had learned, don't dwell on it. Keep calm, and carry on. One day, much later, her mother seems to start decomposing. Vivien took care of the household, her mother, and fed her. Doctors told her there wasn't much they could do. And one day, lying her mother's side, she says, "Vivien. Remember your father's words. Keep... Calm... and.... carry... on..." She gives one more huff of breath, the last on she will ever take. And she stares up into her face. Vivien finding this household holding too much sorrow, sells the house, and runs off through town, with nothing, but her father's words. Keep calm, and carry on.
Anything else to add? No, not really.
Provide an image of your character's skin: It's my profile picture.
So guys i hate to keep spamming, and i'm sure you all are getting sick of me, but I'm not sure if you all are seeing the App, I would just like a response one way or another (I'm seeing apps after mine addressed but mine hasn't. I'm not trying to sound whiny or anything, but this seems like an amazing server and I don't want to miss the oppritunity because the app got looked over by accident. Orange is the changed information
I was told to flush out backstory a bit, so here is a repost of the entire application, however the backstory has been changed quite a bit.
Minecraft account name: Cormag778
Country of residence and time zone: U.S. Central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Role playing is when one acts as a “character” I’m awful at giving formal deffinitions, but it is the equivalent of an actor being a character in a movie… I do however know how to RP, servers I’ve played on include almost all fallout servers that crop up (I’m a fan of post apocalypse) Numerous medieval servers (lets face it, they start to blend together) I’ve proud to say I Moderated on an old “Ancient civilizations” server. Point being I know how to RP well
What is your reason for applying to this server?As i mentioned before, i love both RP and apocalypse servers, and i can tell from the amount of lore alone that the server seems dedicated to succeeding.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes, I got into an argument with an Admin about Admin abuse. He was basically spawning everything his faction needed, which to me defeats the RP perspective (I don’t care if he said “50 sets of armor were delivered) it still creates a massive imbalance in the game for the other factions
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? I love the lore, it is more unique than “AND NUCLEAR WAR HAPPENED OMG) and I agree to the rules to prove it… Would you kindly Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words: “Forcing” a situation or doingsomething incredibly unrealistic (Then john killed jim without jims permission OR John killed 80 peacekeeping robots with his bare hands
Define Metagaming in your own words: Knowing information your character should not know. (IE John secretly a rebel)
In Character ( I apologize for any minor inconstancies I am unaware of where the server takes place)
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Cormag Garfon
Your character's story so far: In the year 2023 the survivalist community “Last Hope” was founded in northern Canada; It’s purpose was simple, to survive the upcoming apocalypse that the founders so accurately predicted would happen. The community was founded on two simple principles: Self Service and sacrifice, as long as the Survivors (the title the citizens had bestowed upon themselves) worked towards a common good the community would survive. As such the founders instituted an organized and mandatory system of reeducation, a system that stressed community and a disdain for all “luxury” goods, all those who submitted to this philosophy would be allowed to enter the community.This philosophy, along with the isolated location, allowed for the community to escape the horrors of the nuclear apocalypse. The society never flourished, but it never faltered either, it was in the year 2040 that Cormag Garfon was born into this society, Cormag grew up as all children of the community did, his time split between the classroom and the compound. In the class he learned the skills needed to survive, basic engineering, wiring, farming and how to use a gun… In the compound he put those skills to use; He held the walls, tended the fields, and maintained the vital systems that Last Hope relied on. Unfortunately, all was not well inside the community. For years now the Leaders had slowly begun to bastardize the philosophy that held to community together, What was once communal was becoming autocratic, for they reasoned that Last Hope could only exist if the Survivors lived in complete harmony… and the best way to do that would be to create a caste of “Infallible” leaders who controlled every aspect of the community. This was met with hostility from certain aspects of Last Hope who believed that submission would destroy the little individuality that they had left. These tensions came to a boiling point in 2064, when civil war finally broke out. The civil war destroyed the unity of the community, causing the vital functions to fail. As a result the community fell into disrepair, allowing the horrors of the wasteland to destroy the walls. Cormag was able to rally the survivors of the civil war and fend off the initial breach, though it was clear that the “Last hope” was destroyed. Cormag and the other survivors (many of them still enemies from the civil war) went their separate ways. Cormag decided to travel to (INSERT LOCATION OF SERVER HERE) in hopes of finding a better life.
Does your character have any friends or companions. No, at least not at the start. How old is your character? 25
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Nothing that makes him stand out, short brown hair with a survival blade on his back.
How does your character act? Cormag is Tacit, he is very rarely the first to speak, and when he does he says very little. In terms of personality, Cormag is a pragmatist. He puts himself first, but sees the value in mutual cooperation. However, if he is in a situation where he benefits from the killing of other survivalists, he will act upon it
Character's occupation: Wanderer/Mercenary (at least when the server starts, he may find a better role)
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) basic reading and writing skills, most of which relate to survival books from last hope
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He learned basic survival skills in the community (basic electrical working, farming, and mining etc) but lacks anything unique.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Cormag lacks any “abnormal” fears. However he fears what most other survivors do (The waste, the abominations, and above all else, death)
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): “Urgh” Cormag groaned as he once again became conscious. He wasn’t aware of his surroundings, for the moment time and location had no place in his mind. He was only aware of pain in his chest and the ringing in his ears. Gradually cormag took notice of his surroundings. He noticed the crater where until recently he had been standing. “Damnit” he groaned as he pulled himself up against the depilated wall that he had been thrown into. “Had to have been one of those bomb things” he muttered. “Must have pre-detonated though, otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now.” It was only then Cormag addressed the pain in his chest. “Has to be ribs, two of them at least.” More concerning to Cormag was his gun. Roland reached over and picked it up. “Christ” he shouted. Ribs will heal, a broken gun will not. “Only way I can repair this is to kill one of those peacekeepers, and only way I can kill one those by shooting it”… “Bloody hell… It’s a catch-freaking-22. Cormag shouted in pain as much as in anger. He slowly rose to his feat, and continued his journey.
Anything else to add? I’ll be the first to admit this was by far one of my weakest character bios, however please don’t judge to harshly, I’ve come to the conclusion that a characters bio very rarely matter, it’s how you develop the character on the server.
Provide an image of your character's skin: (Not letting me post for some reason, please just take my word that it fits the server requirements and is Lore friendly.
Back story is too cliche and way too short. "Dad was murdered, mom died of disease at the age of 13" REALLY? Is that all you got? Re-write the back story and extend it. Your "characters occupation" doesn't make any sense. Doesn't keep any occupation? Has a small occupation most of the time? What? Also your missing something in your application.
Everything is fine.. Though your name and skin reminds me of Star Trek. I don't watch it but you know, commercials and whatnot. Other then that all is good. I'll accept you.
Country of residence and time zone: Canada, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role playing is becoming the person you play as. You talk as you think they would, and act as they would. I play on Kithelois server. What is your reason for applying to this server?
Roleplaying servers are the best kind of servers. I am also waiting for Kithelois to be officially open and back to it's original self. Have you been banned before, if so why? Nopedy, nope, nope. Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yeah, the rules are exactly what they should be for a RP server Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yeah. Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Playing the game without taking in the fact that you should be RPlaying or following lore. Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Using things outside the RP to play the game. In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required)
Silver Your character's story so far:
Long ago in a land far far away.... just kidding it happened in the US.
Little baby Silver was rocking in his hover cradle, when the nuke set off about 4578 miles away. His parents were fairly poor and lived on the streets. The fact that Silver was in a hover cradle, is that that was the 3 year old model, and the owner had thrown it out on the street, a few days prior. You see, even as beggars, or street rats, Silver's parents were rich street beggars. They begged in rich parts of the city of California. The waste was plentiful. In fact, most of it wasn't even waste. The rich just threw it away. Especially Bill Gate's nephew. He always threw away very nice things. Anyway, when the bomb went off, a small pop went off. Very small. It traveled at 12 times the speed of sound. It was faint, but Silver's dad caught it. So they ran up the street, finally reaching a home, where they knew the person would let them use the Nulclear bunker. Mark Zuckerman. He was an old fart, but was a nice man. He let them in. The bunker was located 5 miles under the surface. Very far. He had inforced it with bedrock, and obsidian. Unfortuanatly, Mark Zuckerman had a stroke on the way to the entrance to the elevator that led down into the bunker. How sad. Silver's parents continued to the elevator, then cursed. Mark had a trick up his sleeve. It was an elevator that only allowed one person at a time. It detected heart beats, so there was no way to outsmart it. They sent little baby Silver down first. The bomb reached Silver's parents before the elevator could come back up however. Luckily Mark kept nanny bots down in the Shelter, just in case he brought a lady down there. He stayed there until age 16, when he killed the robots, after they tried to give him a prostate exam. He then rose to the surface in the elevator. The Year is now 2065. Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Mom and dad. As read above, they died due to Mark's crappy elevator, designed to make sure no crowds of people could ever attempt to go down the elevator. How old is your character?
16 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
Brown hair, red eyes due to slight radiation. Very small amounts. How does your character act?
He acts tough, but inside he is quite a softy. Character's occupation:
He is actually a bum. He travels along, looking for scraps, just like his parents. At least until he finds a good place to settle down. Does your character have an education? (Read or write)
Yes. Nanny bots took care of that. Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:
He is fairly good with a sword, after facing bandits along his journey. Does your character hate or fear anything?
He hates not doing things. He wants in on the action. He fears growing attached to others, in case they leave him or they die. Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
About three months ago, Silver was traveling along highway 3043, with his new pack of bubblegum that he found in a 7/11 store. He was savouring the flavour when he noticed a Girl, around his age, with her leg stuck under a slab of concrete. It looked like it had happened recently. He lifted the concrete, and dragged her unconcious body to a sheltered forest nearby. He healed her wounds and left her there to get food. When he came back, she was awake. He never realized how beautiful she was until now. They talked, and for the next few days, traveled together. They became friends, and almost more. Almost. They were walking down the road when suddenly a group of bandits came around the corner and ambushed them. Normally, Silver could handle this, but now, he had to worry about this Girl. They were demanding food. But they didn't have any food. The bandits grabbed the Girl, holding her hostage, until finally, they slit her throat, and they moved on. Silver then ran to her, holding her until she died. He cried until he felt no more. He moved on. Physically, not emotionally. Anything else to add?
Meh
Denied
Well friend, there's a few things:
1. Re-do your PG and MG definitions, they show little understanding of it. Give examples of the two.
2. Your background shows no understanding of the lore. Please fix that.
3.Your RP example has no dialogue in it, please add that. So far I can only see that a pretty looking gal died in his arms after he saved her.
4. You're missing something in your application.
Thanks.
Redo For App Failure:
PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming.
MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming.
Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand.
....
Two days Later...
Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
When will the server be updated to 1.5? For some reason mc nostaglia or mutlimc doesn't support 1.4.7
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That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
When will the server be updated to 1.5? For some reason mc nostaglia or mutlimc doesn't support 1.4.7
You'll have to down grade to 1.4.7, Quinn made a post on how to do that a page or two ago. Until all the plugins are updated we'll be sticking with 1.4.7
A while ago I applied for this server, about 15 pages ago. I was very excited to be accepted but my minecraft account was recently stolen.
I just gained it back, and I would like to reapply, just to make sure I'm white listed. ( Also, if you find that post about downgrading, link me. )
Minecraft account name: pieman111
Country of residence and time zone: Canada. Central Timezone.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences: Roleplaying in my opinion is living the life of a character. I've played many a roleplaying server and write short stories in my spare time.
What is your reason for applying to this server: I love roleplaying, Haven't played on a server in a while and don't like Fantasy Rp's.
Have you been banned before, if so why: I've been playing since Alpha, I have a couple of bans under my belt. The majority of those are from idotic admins or just from me being blamed for things I didn't do.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore: Rules I'm completely fine with.The lore I like, even if it feels a little bit like the lore of Shadowrun Tabletop.
Will you use the server's official texture pack: Yup, Already have it updated patched and downloaded.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is the controlling of another character, not giving him or her a change to respond and overpowering him or her without giving them a change to fight back.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using information gained Out of character In Character, gaining information by just talking to someone out of charaacter and they tell me about something, and then I use that information an a IC setting.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) James Wilke
Your character's story so far:
All throughout time people have needed other people dead. James tries to remind himself of that as he sees the militant head explode a few miles off in the distance through a scope. Born into one of the larger settlements dotting what you might call earth, he was trained in weaponry and basic war tactics at a young age, destined to be one of the fighters of his community. After being raised to the age of twenty one he was gifted a rifle by his parents, a lot of work to gather one in this day and age. For five years he served in the milita of his community.
Mostly keeping to himself, James didn't communicate with the rest of his community, and mostly regarded other people on a level of threat to him. Keeping really only a few close friends he became basically paranoid, trusting only his rifle and his bullets, with a general disregard for human life. Due to his young up bringing in the art of war, it began to consume him.
At the age of twenty seven he had a mental lapse and ended up shooting two of his brothers in arms he was ejected from the community. Armed with a trusty rifle and basic survival skills, for two years he bushwacked in the wasteland, he learned a few things out there. Humans are s he deducted from his experiences. Bullets are your friends. And don't blink when you need to put someone down. Now he just wanders, moving settlement to settlement, working as a hit man. In bullets, We trust.
Does or did your character have any companions or family: Companions, No. He has a few contract scatted around the area, but besides that he doesn't keep any companions. Family? Ever since he was expelled from the his families home community he hasn't really kept tabs. Just repressed the memories.
How old is your character: He is Thirty Four years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features: A scar running down his back from a run in with a pack of robots, the damned things. And tattoos running down his arms, signifying completed contracts. He generally wears a black suit, if he can upkeep it. If he doesn't any available to him he'll wear a T-shirt and jeans.
How does your character act: Moving to a new settlement he's generally all business, standing an observing a situation. He won't mind helping out the people who are employing him, as long as he get's payed. He does have a soft spot for dogs. He loves dogs.
Character's occupation: Hitman. Able to do physical labor if needed
Does your character have an education: Read, Yes. Write? No. Reading basic signs and words were taught in his community, Writing was saved for special people.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A above average shot. Basic battle tactics.
Does your character hate or fear anything: He hates people who betray other people, or who won't hold up their end of a deal.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
"Bloody Hell" replied James as he looked back out from his scope, people were gathering around the bloody mess he had made. He didn't know what happened. He felt the weight of his gun, he could feel the recoil still vibrating in his shoulder. He had fired three rounds. He couldn't even remember what had caused him to do it. He looked to his left. "What the hell just happened" Asked James, a worried look on his face, out of character for him.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU KILL WILL" The other man on duty shook him back and forth, a mad look in his eyes. James was just bloody confused. He'd been on watch, looking over the wall. A patrol was coming back.. He scratched his head "I was watching the wastes.." Thought James. When suddenly he realized what he'd done. He threw his rifle on the ground in disgust, a look of fear in his eyes. "What the hell have I done?!" Shouted James at the man beside him.
"I don't know James. I don't know"
Anything else to add? He once read a childrens book involving porkchops in ma earlobes
That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? ~5-6 of multiple platform RP including MMOs like SWG or LOTRO, as well as forum post-by-post RP. Roleplaying is becoming a character you create and immersing yourself in an environment with other who have done the same thing.
What is your reason for applying to this server? The concept looks unique and there are enough rules to make me think the staff care about the server itself.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Not to my knowledge.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes. Yes.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Eliminating another player's ability to respond to an emote with an evasion of some sort; usually an attack toward another character that does not have an open-ended result
Ex: *Juan-Jorge drives his sword through Fabio's midsection before he has a chance to react*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using any OOC or Out-of-game information as IC knowledge to benefit your character.
Ex: *Juan-Jorge, having read Fabio's babblings in global, knows that his weakness is the back of his left knee*
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Ade Rhindra
Your character's story so far: In the year 2049, Ade Rhindra emerged from the womb a troubled child. He seldom cried or partook in typical baby activities. Perhaps his utter strange qualities were a result of the intensive radiation, but whatever the case, such odd quirks continued throughout his adolescent life. He barely spoke throughout his early teenage years...the real changes in his attitude ensued around the age of seventeen. Ade began carrying himself as an extrovert; it was almost as if he has simply changed his persona as a whole. His close family was bewildered at first as Ade began to demand things that he wanted changed for the first time in his life...and they complied. By age twenty, Ade was making plans to go out on his own to explore the unknown. As conditions of the world worsened, he saw opportunities for new beginnings in the post-apocalyptic environment...and so he went out to take advantage. Now, the year 2065 has come. Ade is seasoned by the wilderness...and ready to leave his mark.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: No, and if he does, he is no longer aware of their condition. He left everyone behind in the late 50's to pursue his own means of survival.
How old is your character? 26
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: His otherwise typical features of a young man are masked behind a usually dusty and mud-caked appearance. Gentle scarring from wilderness entanglements can be found occasionally on his midsection and face. He has a slim, athletic build, and looks as though he'd be better at maneuvering around an opponent with agility rather than taking them head on.
How does your character act?: It depends. He is talented in dropping a certain persona in a heartbeat, especially if he is meeting someone new. Ade tends to swap out moods as if they were masks that he exchanges at will for his own benefit.
Character's occupation: Unemployed; wanderer.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Yes.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He's notably light on his feet, making him an adept climber when the situation demands. Mostly, however, he depends on his manipulation techniques for survival among others.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: He is typically skittish of that which he cannot corrupt or persuade with words, though he doesn't have any direct fears of any specific entity.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Ade hesitated at the doorstep of the war-torn building. He eventually creaked the withering screen door open, wincing at the piercing whine it made as he did so. Before even thinking about taking a step inside, he just remained there on the doorstep, eyes closed, listening ever so closely for the faint hint of a hostile force within. It took him several moments to finally put a foot inside. His eyes adjusted to the dusty, victorian-modeled two story home. Its contents had obviously been no match for the test of time; a large hole gaped from the first floor to the second, furniture had been nearly eaten away by the winds and sands that had slowly creeped in over time. Ade sighed, beginning to look about the various drawers and nooks of the house for anything of value.
He'd been scavenging for several minutes before he heard a gentle thump. He immediately stopped what he was doing and turned toward the source. He crept into the room over origin-- the living room. He glanced up at the hole in the ceiling, assuming something must have fell through. His eyes trailed slowly down back toward the living room...until he found himself face-to-face with a Fuelbot. The faint "sssss" that came from the fuelbot was muffled by Ade's abrupt scream, as he shoved the hunk of metal as far away from him as he could and dove behind a nearby couch. It erupted in a devastating explosion nonetheless, sending shards of metal flying about the room. One specific piece of shrapnel easily punctured the withering couch and found its way directly into Ade's shoulder.
Ade yelled out in a flurry of shear pain and frustration. His eyes trailed down to the sizable piece of shrapnel dug into his arm and followed the trail of blood that now pooled on the floor beside him. His breaths became short and abrupt as any shock that remained faded and pain took its place. Nonetheless, he acted quickly, wrapping a piece of cloth around his hand and gripping the end of the exposed piece of metal. With a series of exasperated grunts, he slowly was able to tear the shrapnel from his flesh and toss it across the room. Ade roared in pain as the devastatingly taxing process was concluded, and began bandaging his wound.
Redo For App Failure: PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming. MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming. Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand. .... Two days Later... Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
Now I saw this thing called friggin' Zegatron.
To be honest, I'd welcome ageless beings like Zegatron, they would be pretty badass, being all older than dirt. If they are explained well enough and not more overpowered than Jedi Cthulhu on steroids.
Don't give up on yer first deny folks.
Also.
Personally I'd accept your app, but I don't have that power. Plus I like that last bit about how it mostly matters how a character develops.
WHY HEERRRRRLLOOOOOOO THEEEERRRREE! EETS BBHEEN EH WHIILEH.
People say Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder. So let's cut that eye open right now, gimme a knife.
Minecraft account name: Jeucebocks
Country of residence and time zone: United States, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is when you create a character and immerse yourself into every aspect of him/her. You must abide by the emotions and attitude which you have created for said individual. You are no long the person sitting on the computer, you are (Whoever) running through the wastelands trying to find food and fend for your life. My role playing experience comes of playing on the RP servers on World of Warcraft back in the early days of the game. I have much to learn, but I am eager!
What is your reason for applying to this server? I've just recently started playing MC about a month ago and have been searching for a good survival server to join. Nothing seems better to me than apocalyptic settings and mutants!
Have you been banned before, if so why? No, I have never been banned. I am pretty well mannered and law abiding.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? All the rules seem very fair. I've read the lore over a couple times, still trying to memorize important dates. I love apocalyptic settings, so it's great so far!
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, although I use other ones as well. So I will try to keep in mind to switch back and forth!
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Being able to force the scenario to your own way without any reaction from the other people in your group. For example: John grabs Joe body slams him into the wall and then proceeds to severely smash his body till there is nothing left but a bloody mangled corpse.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using information that hasn't been given directly to you by anyone while RP'ing. Pretty much knowing names, back-stories, weaknesses, and etc. without being told by the other character.
In Character
Character name: Ivan Vargas
Your character's story so far: Ivan was born in 2042, during the times when asteroids rained down on the earth. His family, consisting of his mother, father(both in their 40's at this time) and one older brother(age 7) lived in a underground bunker his parents had found while his mother was pregnant with Rolf(His older brother). Ivans' father who was ex military had trained both sons to defend themselves against the dangers of the night. His mother had taught Ivan to read during the day while Rolf and his father ventured out and gathered.
For ten years his family lived in that bunker, until both of his parents died within the three months of each other, due to what they could only assume was radiation poisoning. At this time Rolf took charge of the family. Ivan at 10 and Rolf at 17 ventured out into the wastelands. For 4 years they made a living by working and scavenging for food. The brothers traveled around the eastern side of country, keeping to abandoned houses and rickety shelters they put together.
After days of starving and hours dehydration, Rolf decided to make the bold move of hunting at night. Ivan had been malnourished for days, surviving off of almost rotted xig broth. Both boys now at the ages of 14 and 21 had become somewhat adept at hunting, always together never alone. Although they had not attempted a night time run, the thought was suicidal. Rolf felt like he had no other choice, both of them needed food now! Well into the night the boys were creeping around a somewhat forest area, when unexpectedly Rolf heard the unmistakeable moan of the mutants. With no time to spare he took off, grabbing Ivan and pulling him along. Ivan barely being able to keep up; was doing the best he could not to throw up the little food inside his stomach. They made the wrong turn, a group of raiders had just finished killing a caravan of villagers up ahead; mutants not even 50 feet behind them. What could Rolf do? Ivan quickly unsheathed his sword preparing for battle as they had no other option. Rolf fearing for his brothers life quickly scanned the area and found a nearby ditch. He then proceeded to that area and knocked Ivan out and placed him in the ditch, hidden to all others.
Years have passed, Ivan is now 23 and alone in this wretched world. Since his brothers passing he has been making his living through trade and hunting, never having a secure shelter for more than a couple weeks at a time. He walks through this earth looking for a semblance of what he can call family or friends. As the youngest child his nativity has gotten the best of him many times through out these lonely years, yet he continues to have faith in humankind.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? A father and mother who had two children. All perished except for Ivan, luckily!
How old is your character? 23
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Ivan has long flowing brown hair which goes down to about the small of his back. His eyes are a pale green. He is of normal height and has all his limbs intact.
How does your character act? He is slightly too trustful of people, shy in the beginning but warms up easily. He has a slight obsession with killing mutants, always choosing melee combat to slay them when possible. Ivan is a bit vulgar when it comes to the way he talks, but always with good intentions. Mostly mild mannered, until extremely angered. He likes things his ways and will go to great length to make sure he gets it that way.
Character's occupation: For now Ivan is a nomad, looking for a place to settle and gain resources.
Does your character have an education? Home schooled as much as could be in those days till around 15, so he can read relatively well. His writing skills are enough to get by with the residents of the wastelands.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He has somewhat of an above average experience in stealth and melee combat.
Does your character hate or fear anything? There is a both fear and hate of mutants. He hates the raiders though, due to his lack of skill in ranged fighting. Ivan is also terrified of heights, anything above twenty feet with a chance of falling off makes him weary and scared.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Ivan: *Cold tired, and dirty* "Rolf! What do we do, I hear the mutants coming!"
Rolf: *Tired, but alert and attentive* "Shut up for a second, I'm trying to think!"
Rolf: "Here this trail might lead to a settlement nearby! But we have to run, hurry!"
Ivan: "Don't pull me so hard! Rolf what if we can't fine any- ROLF!!! It's the raiders!
Rolf: "Ivan. Shh, They can't hear us yet keep your damn voice down."
* The groans of mutants can be heard within 50 feet of them.*
Rolf: *Scared and fearing for his brothers life he searches for something to save them*
"Ivan, look over there. Do you see it? That ditch would be a perfect spot for us to hide, the mutants will spot the raiders and they might back off. Or better yet just slay each other."
Ivan: *Eyes wet, knees bruised, Ivan does nothing but nod and listen*
Rolf quickly leads Ivan to the ditch and settles him in, he looks at Ivan one more time and gives him a tight hug.
Ivan: * recognizes something is wrong with the way his brother is acting* " Rolf what are you doing I thought we were both hiding, I won't let you fight alone!"
Rolf: "Shut up and listen to me! There is now way we can both live, once those mutants spot us the raiders will be alerted and they will unload on us!"
Ivan: *He grabs his brother and tries to plead with him* "Don't do this! We can find a way! I don't want to lo-"
Rolf hears the oncoming mutants and acts swiftly, he takes the hilt of his sword and knocks Ivan out. He quickly lays him down and covers him in dirt and leaves. After that he proceeds to run out and alert both mutants and raiders where he is. The mobs turn their heads and take chase, Rolf runs in the opposite direction of his brother leading them away.
Ivan:* Groggy and in pain he sits up* "Rolf! *He looks around* "NO! He can't do this!
By now it is day time, he is safe from raiders and mutants, he starts to walk around and notices a trail of dead bodies.
*He comes up on his dead brother laying in parts all around him, aghast he can do nothing but cry*
Hours passed, Rolf is now six feet under, with nothing but his sword above ground to symbolize his grave. Ivan knows the sword will be stolen but he does not want to carry it around, for it burdens him to know that he was the cause of his brothers death.
Ivan: *He gets up dusts of his hands and continues on his way of the never ending struggle to find food and shelter*
Anything else to add? I haven't done this in a while so please feel free to criticize the crap out of me! Let me know what you think. Would you kindly?
Provide an image of your character's skin:
http://lh5.ggpht.com...JxgKlSiRTbGJFeo
Denied.
A very good app, but I just don't feel a uniqueness to your character, if that doesn't sound insane. He just sounds a bit too generic. Add a few more distinguishing details and you'll be accepted.
Minecraft account name: nerftodamax
Country of residence and time zone: Japan, JST
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experience?
To fill a role given to a specific storyline, with a group of people who enjoy the same storyline. I have played on 1 or 2 role playing servers in the past
What is your reason for applying to this server?
My friend (W0LFHER0) said it was a great server
Have you been banned before, if so why?
No, I have never been banned from a server I play on regularly
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
I find the rules reasonable, and the lore incredibly well done.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Doing something your character shouldn't be able to do (dropkicking somebody 100 blocks)
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Knowing something your character shouldn't know how to do (reading if you are illiterate)
In Character
Character name: Ahmed al-Bashir
Your character's story so far: Born in Kuwait city in 2015, Ahmed moved to Seattle at the age of 8, he lived there until he graduated. He then joined the resistance movement against Intracorp. However, after a few years, Ahmed decided that if the world was ending, Ahmed wanted to be where he was born. So he moved back to Kuwait, where he was nearly killed by a car bomb. After his experience with the rebellion against Intracorp, I began to hate robots
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No companions or family
How old is your character? 50
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Short hair, beard, and a scar on his back from shrapnel in the car bomb.
How does your character act? He is calm and reasonable, but knows when to stop talking and start fighting.
Character's occupation: Former rebel and currently he works odd jobs and is looking for a place to settle down.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes, he speaks Arabic and English
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: he is bilingual, and very good at making a group of people see reason before acting rashly.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Robots
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): He was walking steadily along the long unused roads of Kuwait City, when suddenly a loud blast shook him to his core. He was thrust back off of the road and into the marketplace. Nobody made any move to help him, he struggled to get up and noticed a sharp pain across his back. He looked cautiously around trying to find what had done it and noticed the wreckage of an ancient looking car nearby.
Anything else to add? No
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://www.mcskinsearch.com/skin/nerftodamax
Out of Character
Minecraft account name:KCcraft81
Country of residence and time zone:Canada, Eastern time zone
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Roleplaying is leaving yourself and playing as another character. I have had 2 other roleplaying experiences.
What is your reason for applying to this server? Usually, roleplay servers are medieval theme. I'm relieved to see some people have creativity.
Have you been banned before, if so why? no.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: When doing an action, making the other character do something unwillingly. ex. I hit John, and John runs away.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Knowing things without asking the character things. ex. *two characters meet* Hi, John! (John has not told other character name yet.)
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Vivien.
Your character's story so far: At the age of twelve, Vivien's father was murdered. one year later, Her mother died from a disease. Leaving Vivien with the household, she sells it, and leaves. Coming across a town, she lives around, collecting the bit of money she can, and surviving. Reaching the age of 14, she stocks up on food, and everything else she will need, including a small radio. She runs into the woods, hoping to find, possibly, another small civilisation.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? A mother and father, both dead by the age of 13.
How old is your character?14.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Chocolate hair, startling grey eyes, black jacket, white pants, quiver.
How does your character act? impulsive, acts before thinking. Turns her back on most people, unless they're special.
Character's occupation: never keeps any, has a small one most of the time.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Can read and write, had education until 12.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Shoots with a bow,fast, small, and can climb up trees.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Clausterphobia.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Her father used to say an old expression they used in the early 2000s. "Keep calm and carry on."
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Coming back inside from running some errands, Vivien finds her father, lying in a pool of blood. Panicked, Vivien see her mother come inside. She drops everything she has and stares. Then drops on her knees, and weeps. Vivien tries to comfort her. She knew something like this would happen. You can't have good luck all the time. But Vivien had learned, don't dwell on it. Keep calm, and carry on. One day, much later, her mother seems to start decomposing. Vivien took care of the household, her mother, and fed her. Doctors told her there wasn't much they could do. And one day, lying her mother's side, she says, "Vivien. Remember your father's words. Keep... Calm... and.... carry... on..." She gives one more huff of breath, the last on she will ever take. And she stares up into her face. Vivien finding this household holding too much sorrow, sells the house, and runs off through town, with nothing, but her father's words. Keep calm, and carry on.
Anything else to add? No, not really.
Provide an image of your character's skin: It's my profile picture.
I was told to flush out backstory a bit, so here is a repost of the entire application, however the backstory has been changed quite a bit.
Minecraft account name: Cormag778
Country of residence and time zone: U.S. Central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Role playing is when one acts as a “character” I’m awful at giving formal deffinitions, but it is the equivalent of an actor being a character in a movie… I do however know how to RP, servers I’ve played on include almost all fallout servers that crop up (I’m a fan of post apocalypse) Numerous medieval servers (lets face it, they start to blend together) I’ve proud to say I Moderated on an old “Ancient civilizations” server. Point being I know how to RP well
What is your reason for applying to this server?As i mentioned before, i love both RP and apocalypse servers, and i can tell from the amount of lore alone that the server seems dedicated to succeeding.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Yes, I got into an argument with an Admin about Admin abuse. He was basically spawning everything his faction needed, which to me defeats the RP perspective (I don’t care if he said “50 sets of armor were delivered) it still creates a massive imbalance in the game for the other factions
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? I love the lore, it is more unique than “AND NUCLEAR WAR HAPPENED OMG) and I agree to the rules to prove it… Would you kindly
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words: “Forcing” a situation or doingsomething incredibly unrealistic (Then john killed jim without jims permission OR John killed 80 peacekeeping robots with his bare hands
Define Metagaming in your own words: Knowing information your character should not know. (IE John secretly a rebel)
In Character ( I apologize for any minor inconstancies I am unaware of where the server takes place)
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Cormag Garfon
Your character's story so far: In the year 2023 the survivalist community “Last Hope” was founded in northern Canada; It’s purpose was simple, to survive the upcoming apocalypse that the founders so accurately predicted would happen. The community was founded on two simple principles: Self Service and sacrifice, as long as the Survivors (the title the citizens had bestowed upon themselves) worked towards a common good the community would survive. As such the founders instituted an organized and mandatory system of reeducation, a system that stressed community and a disdain for all “luxury” goods, all those who submitted to this philosophy would be allowed to enter the community.This philosophy, along with the isolated location, allowed for the community to escape the horrors of the nuclear apocalypse. The society never flourished, but it never faltered either, it was in the year 2040 that Cormag Garfon was born into this society,
Cormag grew up as all children of the community did, his time split between the classroom and the compound. In the class he learned the skills needed to survive, basic engineering, wiring, farming and how to use a gun… In the compound he put those skills to use; He held the walls, tended the fields, and maintained the vital systems that Last Hope relied on.
Unfortunately, all was not well inside the community. For years now the Leaders had slowly begun to bastardize the philosophy that held to community together, What was once communal was becoming autocratic, for they reasoned that Last Hope could only exist if the Survivors lived in complete harmony… and the best way to do that would be to create a caste of “Infallible” leaders who controlled every aspect of the community. This was met with hostility from certain aspects of Last Hope who believed that submission would destroy the little individuality that they had left. These tensions came to a boiling point in 2064, when civil war finally broke out. The civil war destroyed the unity of the community, causing the vital functions to fail. As a result the community fell into disrepair, allowing the horrors of the wasteland to destroy the walls. Cormag was able to rally the survivors of the civil war and fend off the initial breach, though it was clear that the “Last hope” was destroyed. Cormag and the other survivors (many of them still enemies from the civil war) went their separate ways. Cormag decided to travel to (INSERT LOCATION OF SERVER HERE) in hopes of finding a better life.
Does your character have any friends or companions. No, at least not at the start.
How old is your character? 25
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Nothing that makes him stand out, short brown hair with a survival blade on his back.
How does your character act? Cormag is Tacit, he is very rarely the first to speak, and when he does he says very little. In terms of personality, Cormag is a pragmatist. He puts himself first, but sees the value in mutual cooperation. However, if he is in a situation where he benefits from the killing of other survivalists, he will act upon it
Character's occupation: Wanderer/Mercenary (at least when the server starts, he may find a better role)
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) basic reading and writing skills, most of which relate to survival books from last hope
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He learned basic survival skills in the community (basic electrical working, farming, and mining etc) but lacks anything unique.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Cormag lacks any “abnormal” fears. However he fears what most other survivors do (The waste, the abominations, and above all else, death)
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
“Urgh” Cormag groaned as he once again became conscious. He wasn’t aware of his surroundings, for the moment time and location had no place in his mind. He was only aware of pain in his chest and the ringing in his ears. Gradually cormag took notice of his surroundings. He noticed the crater where until recently he had been standing. “Damnit” he groaned as he pulled himself up against the depilated wall that he had been thrown into. “Had to have been one of those bomb things” he muttered. “Must have pre-detonated though, otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now.” It was only then Cormag addressed the pain in his chest. “Has to be ribs, two of them at least.” More concerning to Cormag was his gun. Roland reached over and picked it up. “Christ” he shouted. Ribs will heal, a broken gun will not. “Only way I can repair this is to kill one of those peacekeepers, and only way I can kill one those by shooting it”… “Bloody hell… It’s a catch-freaking-22. Cormag shouted in pain as much as in anger. He slowly rose to his feat, and continued his journey.
Anything else to add? I’ll be the first to admit this was by far one of my weakest character bios, however please don’t judge to harshly, I’ve come to the conclusion that a characters bio very rarely matter, it’s how you develop the character on the server.
Provide an image of your character's skin: (Not letting me post for some reason, please just take my word that it fits the server requirements and is Lore friendly.
Its a pretty good skin, and i enjoy it.
(got deleted, I’m lazy and stole from the skindex, here is the link http://www.minecraft...086317/fallout/
Would you kindly
Minecraft account name: xXEthanPowerXx
Country of residence and time zone: Canada, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role playing is becoming the person you play as. You talk as you think they would, and act as they would. I play on Kithelois server.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
Roleplaying servers are the best kind of servers. I am also waiting for Kithelois to be officially open and back to it's original self.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
Nopedy, nope, nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yeah, the rules are exactly what they should be for a RP server
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yeah.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Playing the game without taking in the fact that you should be RPlaying or following lore.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Using things outside the RP to play the game.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required)
Silver
Your character's story so far:
Long ago in a land far far away.... just kidding it happened in the US.
Little baby Silver was rocking in his hover cradle, when the nuke set off about 4578 miles away. His parents were fairly poor and lived on the streets. The fact that Silver was in a hover cradle, is that that was the 3 year old model, and the owner had thrown it out on the street, a few days prior. You see, even as beggars, or street rats, Silver's parents were rich street beggars. They begged in rich parts of the city of California. The waste was plentiful. In fact, most of it wasn't even waste. The rich just threw it away. Especially Bill Gate's nephew. He always threw away very nice things. Anyway, when the bomb went off, a small pop went off. Very small. It traveled at 12 times the speed of sound. It was faint, but Silver's dad caught it. So they ran up the street, finally reaching a home, where they knew the person would let them use the Nulclear bunker. Mark Zuckerman. He was an old fart, but was a nice man. He let them in. The bunker was located 5 miles under the surface. Very far. He had inforced it with bedrock, and obsidian. Unfortuanatly, Mark Zuckerman had a stroke on the way to the entrance to the elevator that led down into the bunker. How sad. Silver's parents continued to the elevator, then cursed. Mark had a trick up his sleeve. It was an elevator that only allowed one person at a time. It detected heart beats, so there was no way to outsmart it. They sent little baby Silver down first. The bomb reached Silver's parents before the elevator could come back up however. Luckily Mark kept nanny bots down in the Shelter, just in case he brought a lady down there. He stayed there until age 16, when he killed the robots, after they tried to give him a prostate exam. He then rose to the surface in the elevator. The Year is now 2065.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Mom and dad. As read above, they died due to Mark's crappy elevator, designed to make sure no crowds of people could ever attempt to go down the elevator.
How old is your character?
16
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
Brown hair, red eyes due to slight radiation. Very small amounts.
How does your character act?
He acts tough, but inside he is quite a softy.
Character's occupation:
He is actually a bum. He travels along, looking for scraps, just like his parents. At least until he finds a good place to settle down.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write)
Yes. Nanny bots took care of that.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:
He is fairly good with a sword, after facing bandits along his journey.
Does your character hate or fear anything?
He hates not doing things. He wants in on the action. He fears growing attached to others, in case they leave him or they die.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
About three months ago, Silver was traveling along highway 3043, with his new pack of bubblegum that he found in a 7/11 store. He was savouring the flavour when he noticed a Girl, around his age, with her leg stuck under a slab of concrete. It looked like it had happened recently. He lifted the concrete, and dragged her unconcious body to a sheltered forest nearby. He healed her wounds and left her there to get food. When he came back, she was awake. He never realized how beautiful she was until now. They talked, and for the next few days, traveled together. They became friends, and almost more. Almost. They were walking down the road when suddenly a group of bandits came around the corner and ambushed them. Normally, Silver could handle this, but now, he had to worry about this Girl. They were demanding food. But they didn't have any food. The bandits grabbed the Girl, holding her hostage, until finally, they slit her throat, and they moved on. Silver then ran to her, holding her until she died. He cried until he felt no more. He moved on. Physically, not emotionally.
Anything else to add?
Meh
Denied
Well friend, there's a few things:
1. Re-do your PG and MG definitions, they show little understanding of it. Give examples of the two.
2. Your background shows no understanding of the lore. Please fix that.
3.Your RP example has no dialogue in it, please add that. So far I can only see that a pretty looking gal died in his arms after he saved her.
4. You're missing something in your application.
Thanks.
PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming.
MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming.
Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand.
....
Two days Later...
Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
You'll have to down grade to 1.4.7, Quinn made a post on how to do that a page or two ago. Until all the plugins are updated we'll be sticking with 1.4.7
Hm, well played. Unfortunately, you're still denied.
A while ago I applied for this server, about 15 pages ago. I was very excited to be accepted but my minecraft account was recently stolen.
I just gained it back, and I would like to reapply, just to make sure I'm white listed. ( Also, if you find that post about downgrading, link me. )
Minecraft account name: pieman111
Country of residence and time zone: Canada. Central Timezone.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences: Roleplaying in my opinion is living the life of a character. I've played many a roleplaying server and write short stories in my spare time.
What is your reason for applying to this server: I love roleplaying, Haven't played on a server in a while and don't like Fantasy Rp's.
Have you been banned before, if so why: I've been playing since Alpha, I have a couple of bans under my belt. The majority of those are from idotic admins or just from me being blamed for things I didn't do.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore: Rules I'm completely fine with.The lore I like, even if it feels a little bit like the lore of Shadowrun Tabletop.
Will you use the server's official texture pack: Yup, Already have it updated patched and downloaded.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is the controlling of another character, not giving him or her a change to respond and overpowering him or her without giving them a change to fight back.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using information gained Out of character In Character, gaining information by just talking to someone out of charaacter and they tell me about something, and then I use that information an a IC setting.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) James Wilke
Your character's story so far:
All throughout time people have needed other people dead. James tries to remind himself of that as he sees the militant head explode a few miles off in the distance through a scope. Born into one of the larger settlements dotting what you might call earth, he was trained in weaponry and basic war tactics at a young age, destined to be one of the fighters of his community. After being raised to the age of twenty one he was gifted a rifle by his parents, a lot of work to gather one in this day and age. For five years he served in the milita of his community.
Mostly keeping to himself, James didn't communicate with the rest of his community, and mostly regarded other people on a level of threat to him. Keeping really only a few close friends he became basically paranoid, trusting only his rifle and his bullets, with a general disregard for human life. Due to his young up bringing in the art of war, it began to consume him.
At the age of twenty seven he had a mental lapse and ended up shooting two of his brothers in arms he was ejected from the community. Armed with a trusty rifle and basic survival skills, for two years he bushwacked in the wasteland, he learned a few things out there. Humans are s he deducted from his experiences. Bullets are your friends. And don't blink when you need to put someone down. Now he just wanders, moving settlement to settlement, working as a hit man. In bullets, We trust.
Does or did your character have any companions or family: Companions, No. He has a few contract scatted around the area, but besides that he doesn't keep any companions. Family? Ever since he was expelled from the his families home community he hasn't really kept tabs. Just repressed the memories.
How old is your character: He is Thirty Four years old.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features: A scar running down his back from a run in with a pack of robots, the damned things. And tattoos running down his arms, signifying completed contracts. He generally wears a black suit, if he can upkeep it. If he doesn't any available to him he'll wear a T-shirt and jeans.
How does your character act: Moving to a new settlement he's generally all business, standing an observing a situation. He won't mind helping out the people who are employing him, as long as he get's payed. He does have a soft spot for dogs. He loves dogs.
Character's occupation: Hitman. Able to do physical labor if needed
Does your character have an education: Read, Yes. Write? No. Reading basic signs and words were taught in his community, Writing was saved for special people.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A above average shot. Basic battle tactics.
Does your character hate or fear anything: He hates people who betray other people, or who won't hold up their end of a deal.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
"Bloody Hell" replied James as he looked back out from his scope, people were gathering around the bloody mess he had made. He didn't know what happened. He felt the weight of his gun, he could feel the recoil still vibrating in his shoulder. He had fired three rounds. He couldn't even remember what had caused him to do it. He looked to his left. "What the hell just happened" Asked James, a worried look on his face, out of character for him.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU KILL WILL" The other man on duty shook him back and forth, a mad look in his eyes. James was just bloody confused. He'd been on watch, looking over the wall. A patrol was coming back.. He scratched his head "I was watching the wastes.." Thought James. When suddenly he realized what he'd done. He threw his rifle on the ground in disgust, a look of fear in his eyes. "What the hell have I done?!" Shouted James at the man beside him.
"I don't know James. I don't know"
Anything else to add? He once read a childrens book involving porkchops in ma earlobes
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://www.minecraft...itman-dc-final/
Out of Character
Minecraft account name: Awesomeoiderpwn
Country of residence and time zone: U.S. Central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? ~5-6 of multiple platform RP including MMOs like SWG or LOTRO, as well as forum post-by-post RP. Roleplaying is becoming a character you create and immersing yourself in an environment with other who have done the same thing.
What is your reason for applying to this server? The concept looks unique and there are enough rules to make me think the staff care about the server itself.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Not to my knowledge.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes. Yes.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Eliminating another player's ability to respond to an emote with an evasion of some sort; usually an attack toward another character that does not have an open-ended result
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using any OOC or Out-of-game information as IC knowledge to benefit your character.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Ade Rhindra
Your character's story so far: In the year 2049, Ade Rhindra emerged from the womb a troubled child. He seldom cried or partook in typical baby activities. Perhaps his utter strange qualities were a result of the intensive radiation, but whatever the case, such odd quirks continued throughout his adolescent life. He barely spoke throughout his early teenage years...the real changes in his attitude ensued around the age of seventeen. Ade began carrying himself as an extrovert; it was almost as if he has simply changed his persona as a whole. His close family was bewildered at first as Ade began to demand things that he wanted changed for the first time in his life...and they complied. By age twenty, Ade was making plans to go out on his own to explore the unknown. As conditions of the world worsened, he saw opportunities for new beginnings in the post-apocalyptic environment...and so he went out to take advantage. Now, the year 2065 has come. Ade is seasoned by the wilderness...and ready to leave his mark.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: No, and if he does, he is no longer aware of their condition. He left everyone behind in the late 50's to pursue his own means of survival.
How old is your character? 26
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: His otherwise typical features of a young man are masked behind a usually dusty and mud-caked appearance. Gentle scarring from wilderness entanglements can be found occasionally on his midsection and face. He has a slim, athletic build, and looks as though he'd be better at maneuvering around an opponent with agility rather than taking them head on.
How does your character act?: It depends. He is talented in dropping a certain persona in a heartbeat, especially if he is meeting someone new. Ade tends to swap out moods as if they were masks that he exchanges at will for his own benefit.
Character's occupation: Unemployed; wanderer.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Yes.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: He's notably light on his feet, making him an adept climber when the situation demands. Mostly, however, he depends on his manipulation techniques for survival among others.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: He is typically skittish of that which he cannot corrupt or persuade with words, though he doesn't have any direct fears of any specific entity.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Ade hesitated at the doorstep of the war-torn building. He eventually creaked the withering screen door open, wincing at the piercing whine it made as he did so. Before even thinking about taking a step inside, he just remained there on the doorstep, eyes closed, listening ever so closely for the faint hint of a hostile force within. It took him several moments to finally put a foot inside. His eyes adjusted to the dusty, victorian-modeled two story home. Its contents had obviously been no match for the test of time; a large hole gaped from the first floor to the second, furniture had been nearly eaten away by the winds and sands that had slowly creeped in over time. Ade sighed, beginning to look about the various drawers and nooks of the house for anything of value.
Anything else to add?: Would you kindly?
Provide an image of your character's skin:
PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming.
MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming.
Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand.
....
Two days Later...
Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
Accepted
Much better. Passes. I'll see you on the server.
Also, for future reference just post the corrections with your app in a new post. Thanks
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