What Roleplay experience do you have? Lots, examples being LoTC, Aeonis, RoK (Lol), as well as admin on a developing Roleplay server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you've gathered OOCly to your characters advantage in Roleplay.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing an action upon another character, an example being shooting laser beams out of your eyes that instantly kill anyone.
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character basically "God" in a sense, dodging bullets and doing extremes that couldn't otherwise be possible.
**In Character**
Name: Tristan Flerith
Nickname: None
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tristan has a very rugged appearance which is common in these times. Dark un-kept hair covers his head and he often travels in light clothing with a few accessories. His clothing is often dull colored as to not stick out or make him an easy target. He runs about 5'11 and weighs 135 lb. He has a slim yet toned build with dull green eyes but is very average looking and doesn't have much to set him apart from others.
Personality: Tristan usually keeps to the task at hand but doesn't stray from anyone looking to socialize. He often meets people that seem trustworthy with a very open personality. This does not mean he doesn't have common-sense for the wasteland and typically knows if he is being lured in or being conned. But instead of acting out in aggression he often just ignores hostile actions unless absolutely necessary for him to act out against whatever advisory that may try to harm him.
In-game RP example: Tristan rummages with the small can he found laying about outside, trying to polish it clean for future use as a small old man approaches him. The old man smiles and exclaims, " 'Ello there! Mind in helpin' an old man here in this time of need?.." Tristan forces a smile as he slowly raises from his dull task and nods to him, "Uhmm..sure, what is you need exactly?" as Tristan inquires he looks around the old man in-case for an awaiting group of bandits or soldiers. "Well see, I need somethin' to hold a bit of water 'dat seems well enough to drink..but I got nothin'!" as Tristan hears this he sighs slightly and glances down at the polished can in his hand and reluctantly tosses it to the old man, at this the old man lunges to catch the can and tosses Tristan a few caps for his kind gesture.
Background: Tristan was born and raised in the waste, not by choice of his own of course. Tristan often would've preferred to not of been born at all, at least not now with how things are. Tristan's parents, Christopher and Lydria, wanted the most honest life someone could live in the waste, so they often tried to stick with other "honest" people. This brought Tristan's birth place to be Kinston, a small settlement, and he often had people to socialize with. Whether it be children his age or travelers passing through, Tristan would try to make friends. This made Tristan very cultured and made him knowledgeable to just how dangerous the Waste was to his parents discontent. Hearing all these tales made Tristan at a young age become both enthralled and terrified at the same time. He longed for adventure, but at the same time safety and nourishment. As Tristan grew his father taught him simple tasks, such as fixing tools, scavenging, cooking, and few other simple skills. He even learned a few tricks about hunting from a Brahmin herder who was passing by. His name was Jeremiah, and he seemed as much as a cowboy as Tristan pictured from stories. He wore a long twine hat and carried a chrome plated .44 Magnum. In Tristan's time he never saw Jeremiah miss a single shot with that gun, but Tristan always did ponder where he got it and where he managed to get the ammo from (It wasn't until he turned 18 that Tristan learned about Gun Runners).
Jeremiah soon become Tristan's father in some words after Christopher was mauled by pack of mole rats and never returned home. He taught him about raising Brahmin and farming in the waste. When Tristan turned 19 Jeremiah informed him on the demographics in the world that he lived him. He told him what sorts to watch out for, the many different factions such as the NCR for example, native beast, gangs, and often took him to Gun Runner camps to learn about the variety of weapons that exist in the world. After a trip to the closet settlement, Jeremiah and Tristan were heading back to Tristan's mother but they were cut off by an oddly attractive female who seemed to have dropped her supplies on the side of the road. Tristan, feeling sly and smooth, went over to assist the attractive woman and hopefully get compensated but he soon was stopped stiff after he stepped too close and Jeremiah's skull was split open by a speeding bullet. The attractive girl soon turned into the only thing Tristan had ever hated as she giggled and stood up as a large man rose behind a rock carrying a rifle with a smoking barrel. She smirked and said "Oh..my my what a cutie, too bad for your friend there" she giggled from this and the man soon took her side and laughed along side her. The man coughed a rugged cough and soon recovered and said, "Don't be a 'ero kid...give us what 'ya got and 'ya will keep 'yer manhood" Tristan didn't respond much to this and only stood shaking, with fear or anger he still doesn't know this day. Tristan didn't want to bother with life anymore, Jeremiah was what he loved most in this life, his mother becoming a common prostitute only provided a home for Tristan. At this thought just as Tristan was about to bolt across and try to take one of them out, assault rifle cracks lit up the sky and the two beings of evil got ripped to shreds by NCR fired bullets. What Tristan assumed was a NCR Lt. came to and examined Jeremiah's body and shook his hand "Sorry for your loss kid, we've been tracking these two down for miles, they would've gunned you down too if it wasn't for us". Tristan's eyes had begun to tear up but he shook them off, Jeremiah had taught him better to cry, infront of others at least. The Lt. left an NCR soldier by to guide Tristan home but before they headed out he buried Jeremiah with the .44 in his hand only taking the 10mm from his other holster to remember him by, and so this would never happen to him in the future. Now at the age of 23 Tristan buries his mother whom died from some disease she got from "work" and took the few caps they had and sets off for a future, perhaps join the NCR and fight the good fight, perhaps become a quiet nomad. Where ever the wind blew him he told himself and he loaded his handgun and closed the door to his old childhood home, and opened the door to the Wasteland.
"Powers up vault boy 3000" (( And for the whole "reputation" I never broke any rules, the head admin from RoK and I had some disagreements and he banned me, which it's his server so fair enough. And a few means three typically ))
What Roleplay experience do you have? Lots, examples being LoTC, Aeonis, RoK (Lol), as well as admin on a developing Roleplay server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you've gathered OOCly to your characters advantage in Roleplay.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing an action upon another character, an example being shooting laser beams out of your eyes that instantly kill anyone.
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character basically "God" in a sense, dodging bullets and doing extremes that couldn't otherwise be possible.
**In Character**
Name: Tristan Flerith
Nickname: None
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tristan has a very rugged appearance which is common in these times. Dark un-kept hair covers his head and he often travels in light clothing with a few accessories. His clothing is often dull colored as to not stick out or make him an easy target. He runs about 5'11 and weighs 135 lb. He has a slim yet toned build with dull green eyes but is very average looking and doesn't have much to set him apart from others.
Personality: Tristan usually keeps to the task at hand but doesn't stray from anyone looking to socialize. He often meets people that seem trustworthy with a very open personality. This does not mean he doesn't have common-sense for the wasteland and typically knows if he is being lured in or being conned. But instead of acting out in aggression he often just ignores hostile actions unless absolutely necessary for him to act out against whatever advisory that may try to harm him.
In-game RP example: Tristan rummages with the small can he found laying about outside, trying to polish it clean for future use as a small old man approaches him. The old man smiles and exclaims, " 'Ello there! Mind in helpin' an old man here in this time of need?.." Tristan forces a smile as he slowly raises from his dull task and nods to him, "Uhmm..sure, what is you need exactly?" as Tristan inquires he looks around the old man in-case for an awaiting group of bandits or soldiers. "Well see, I need somethin' to hold a bit of water 'dat seems well enough to drink..but I got nothin'!" as Tristan hears this he sighs slightly and glances down at the polished can in his hand and reluctantly tosses it to the old man, at this the old man lunges to catch the can and tosses Tristan a few caps for his kind gesture.
Background: Tristan was born and raised in the waste, not by choice of his own of course. Tristan often would've preferred to not of been born at all, at least not now with how things are. Tristan's parents, Christopher and Lydria, wanted the most honest life someone could live in the waste, so they often tried to stick with other "honest" people. This brought Tristan's birth place to be San Francisco and he often had people to socialize with. Whether it be children his age or travelers passing through, Tristan would try to make friends. This made Tristan very cultured and made him knowledgeable to just how dangerous the Waste was to his parents discontent. Hearing all these tales made Tristan at a young age become both enthralled and terrified at the same time. He longed for adventure, but at the same time safety and nourishment. As Tristan grew his father taught him simple tasks, such as fixing tools, scavenging, cooking, and few other simple skills. He even learned a few tricks about hunting from a Brahmin herder who was passing by. His name was Jeremiah, and he seemed as much as a cowboy as Tristan pictured from stories. He wore a long twine hat and carried a chrome plated .44 Magnum. In Tristan's time he never saw Jeremiah miss a single shot with that gun, but Tristan always did ponder where he got it and where he managed to get the ammo from (It wasn't until he turned 18 that Tristan learned about Gun Runners).
Jeremiah soon become Tristan's father in some words after Christopher was mauled by pack of mole rats and never returned home. He taught him about raising Brahmin and farming in the waste. When Tristan turned 19 Jeremiah informed him on the demographics in the world that he lived him. He told him what sorts to watch out for, the many different factions such as the NCR for example, native beast, gangs, and often took him to Gun Runner camps to learn about the variety of weapons that exist in the world. After a trip to the closet settlement, Jeremiah and Tristan were heading back to Tristan's mother but they were cut off by an oddly attractive female who seemed to have dropped her supplies on the side of the road. Tristan, feeling sly and smooth, went over to assist the attractive woman and hopefully get compensated but he soon was stopped stiff after he stepped too close and Jeremiah's skull was split open by a speeding bullet. The attractive girl soon turned into the only thing Tristan had ever hated as she giggled and stood up as a large man rose behind a rock carrying a rifle with a smoking barrel. She smirked and said "Oh..my my what a cutie, too bad for your friend there" she giggled from this and the man soon took her side and laughed along side her. The man coughed a rugged cough and soon recovered and said, "Don't be a 'ero kid...give us what 'ya got and 'ya will keep 'yer manhood" Tristan didn't respond much to this and only stood shaking, with fear or anger he still doesn't know this day. Tristan didn't want to bother with life anymore, Jeremiah was what he loved most in this life, his mother becoming a common prostitute only provided a home for Tristan. At this thought just as Tristan was about to bolt across and try to take one of them out, assault rifle cracks lit up the sky and the two beings of evil got ripped to shreds by NCR fired bullets. What Tristan assumed was a NCR Lt. came to and examined Jeremiah's body and shook his hand "Sorry for your loss kid, we've been tracking these two down for miles, they would've gunned you down too if it wasn't for us". Tristan's eyes had begun to tear up but he shook them off, Jeremiah had taught him better to cry, infront of others at least. The Lt. left an NCR soldier by to guide Tristan home but before they headed out he buried Jeremiah with the .44 in his hand only taking the 10mm from his other holster to remember him by, and so this would never happen to him in the future. Now at the age of 23 Tristan buries his mother whom died from some disease she got from "work" and took the few caps they had and sets off for a future, perhaps join the NCR and fight the good fight, perhaps become a quiet nomad. Where ever the wind blew him he told himself and he loaded his handgun and closed the door to his old childhood home, and opened the door to the Wasteland.
Previous Bans from other servers (explain): I stole from a chest which I thought was mine around a year ago and was later banned for it and didn't care enough to post an appeal. I really don't understand all the nit picking but meh, thought it was kind of obvious I don't have any violent plans for this server considering I've /played/ it before hand.
Referral(s): None
Have you voted for Herocraft (No? do so here! http://hc.to/vote): I did now.
Previous Bans from other servers (explain): Ehh...none that really comes to mind besides LoTC, and that was because I stole or something along those lines.
Referral(s): None
Have you voted for Herocraft (No? do so here! http://hc.to/vote): I did now.
Previous Bans from other servers (explain): Ehh...none that really comes to mind besides LoTC, and that was because I stole or something along those lines.
Referral(s): None
Have you voted for Herocraft (No? do so here! http://hc.to/vote): I did now.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: I will if I like the roleplay.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is filling the shoes of another character you create. You take on their mannerisms and behave like they would in all scenarios, varying depending on the character and the roleplay.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking OOC knowledge that your character wouldn’t otherwise know and using it to your advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Its giving your character god like abilities, or unrealistic capabilities. Such as punching a hole through 10 men, etc.
IC:
Name: Ja’ Zhen
Nickname: None
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Appearance: He has a yellow/golden fur with brown spots speckled about. His eyes seem to almost glow a bright green and he stands around 5’10 and a toned yet slender frame. His fangs slightly poke out of his upper jaw with an oddly long snout.
Personality: Ja’ Zhen often keeps to himself and only intervenes in a situation when it absolutely calls for it. He very seldom gets into a conflict but can handle himself somewhat when it comes to cloak and dagger. Some often call him cold, and distant. Others simply refer to him as mysterious and stubborn. He is well spoken and educated, but swift with his hand and has a silver tongue like most of his kin.
In-game RP Fight example: Ja’ Zhen sighs as he glances up from his book under his cloak, his eyes glimmering at the two nord brutes approaching him. He deduces that they’re probably pure brute strength and no finesse or brains as his mind begins to work. The nord that seems to be in charge smacks the book out of Ja’ Zhen’s hand with a chuckle, “What ‘ya be readin’ ‘der laddeh?...” Ja’ Zhen clears his throat as a small smirk appears showing some teeth, “Was reading...until you knocked it out of my hand, or had you already forgotten?” At this snide remark the second nord growls drawing a steel one-handed axe from his belt and shouts, “Oh so ‘yer a funneh lil’ kitteh are ‘ya now, ‘den how ‘bout ‘ya ‘and over all ‘yer gold ‘n we MIGHT spare ‘ya!” Ja’ Zhen sighs raising from his seat as the other nord now draws a long blade, “If I had any gold to give, I would..but sadly I do not.” The first nord who addressed him to begin with grins evilly as he raises his blade to Ja’ Zhen’s throat, “ ‘Den we’re gonna ‘ave to loot ‘yer corpse ‘den” Ja’ Zhen makes a slight nod behind the man gesturing for something, “Ah, but how do you explain that to the guard stood behind you?” As the dull minded nord falls for Ja’ Zhen’s trivial mind game Ja’ Zhen draws a jagged steel dagger from under his cloak wrapping it around his neck and slicing the man’s throat with a sickening ripping noise as he falls limp oozing out blood from the fresh wound. The second nord notices this action, but too late as Ja’ Zhen flicks his wrist as his dagger finds a home in the man’s skull as he too falls behind his freshly dead comrade. Ja’ Zhen makes a hissing noise slightly scanning the of the area as he collects his blade and book not taking much care in the mens’ items and carries on his way.
Background: Ja’ Zhen was merely 17 when the great war started, ripping chaos through Tamriel. His mother was long since dead, from a fatal disease and his father, Ri’ Kha, was a successful captain of a merchant vessel. Ja’ Zhen lived a normal life for a Khajiit, sticking mainly to other kin of his, careful to not get caught doing any of his daily mischief. Petty robbery, the occasional brawl was something all his friends did, but Ja’ Zhen was always there, but never in the center of attention, just observing his friends. He had a crush on a beautiful Khajitt named Terriel, but he was too much of a loner to even approach her, and when he tried she never seemed to pay much care to him. Soon Ja’ Zhen took what skills he had gathered growing up, and began to make a living on his father’s ship at the age of 22. This was when he made his first trip to the lands of Akavir.
Ja’ Zhen always heard his father going on about all the promise and fortune this land had to offer. He said it was a land of potential and glory. Ja’ Zhen instantly felt what his father did he first step foot on the lands, and knew his life was destined there. He made many trips back and forth, remaining still and quiet, always separated from the rest of the crew. As Ja’ Zhen grew, so did his charisma and his silver tongue, and a night of romance become accustomed every time he would come back to the island. Though with these nights, love never did come, and soon Ja ‘Zhen’s fate was decided for him. With the tragic occurrence of his father being butchered by the Thalmor on one of his trade routes inland, Ja’ Zhen’s home was taken by the mayor of the town, so on the last voyage he could afford on his now owned vessel he set off for Akavir, for a new life.
It will "hopefully" be fixed in the newer update, but of course being that I have no idea when that could be, a few tips:
-If the animation on the chest messes up, so will the inventory
- Try re-opening the chest untill the animation fixes itself
-Wait a bit before close out of said chest
These SOMETIMES work for me more or less
It's not due to just the servers, it happens in single aslong with multiplayer, and usually I would take lag as an excuse BUT I've tested that and the lag is not the issue, but then again I have no clue WHAT
corners need to be covered too, and i found that it usually works more often if i use more then 1 type of natural thing, i usually have an alternating pattern between yellow and red.
I tried the the portal to twilight forest surrounded it with yellow flowers threw a diamond in and nothing, checked modloader didn't see any error reports. If someone else had this problem please tell ^^
Hey I was banned and I've played on this server a good while back, back with the old, old leader of Dark Elves w/e his name was. True I've been inactive but I'm not sure why I was banned? I mean if its just a matter of re-applying sure okay, but yea.
IGN: crazycaleb24
Age: 14
Ever been banned, if so why? No
Experience with Minecraft? I've been playing for 3 or so years now so yea, I get how it works.
Experience with Minecraft Servers? Been playing on tons of servers ense I'v sarted
What race would you like to be(need two race options)? Werewolf or Yeti.
Why do you want to join both of the two races? I like the skills sets and the type of races they are.
Extra info, want to tell me anything about you? I've played on a lot of servers, PvP and creative alike so yea.
Are you willing to change you skin to match your race? Once I get accepted and told which class im going to most likely make one.
In-game name: crazycaleb24
Real life age: 14
Did you read the rules? Mhhmmm Do you agree to follow them?: Of course
Where did you hear about us?: Just browsing the forums
Why do you want to join?: Mainly the class system and hardcore pvp
Did you vote for Chaotic Uniformity? Not yet but mainly becuase I wanted to get accepted first (Ik greylist is there just rather be sure)
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IGN: _Bisho_
Age: 17
How did you find us? Referred here by people
What Roleplay experience do you have? Lots, examples being LoTC, Aeonis, RoK (Lol), as well as admin on a developing Roleplay server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you've gathered OOCly to your characters advantage in Roleplay.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing an action upon another character, an example being shooting laser beams out of your eyes that instantly kill anyone.
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character basically "God" in a sense, dodging bullets and doing extremes that couldn't otherwise be possible.
**In Character**
Name: Tristan Flerith
Nickname: None
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tristan has a very rugged appearance which is common in these times. Dark un-kept hair covers his head and he often travels in light clothing with a few accessories. His clothing is often dull colored as to not stick out or make him an easy target. He runs about 5'11 and weighs 135 lb. He has a slim yet toned build with dull green eyes but is very average looking and doesn't have much to set him apart from others.
Personality: Tristan usually keeps to the task at hand but doesn't stray from anyone looking to socialize. He often meets people that seem trustworthy with a very open personality. This does not mean he doesn't have common-sense for the wasteland and typically knows if he is being lured in or being conned. But instead of acting out in aggression he often just ignores hostile actions unless absolutely necessary for him to act out against whatever advisory that may try to harm him.
In-game RP example: Tristan rummages with the small can he found laying about outside, trying to polish it clean for future use as a small old man approaches him. The old man smiles and exclaims, " 'Ello there! Mind in helpin' an old man here in this time of need?.." Tristan forces a smile as he slowly raises from his dull task and nods to him, "Uhmm..sure, what is you need exactly?" as Tristan inquires he looks around the old man in-case for an awaiting group of bandits or soldiers. "Well see, I need somethin' to hold a bit of water 'dat seems well enough to drink..but I got nothin'!" as Tristan hears this he sighs slightly and glances down at the polished can in his hand and reluctantly tosses it to the old man, at this the old man lunges to catch the can and tosses Tristan a few caps for his kind gesture.
Background: Tristan was born and raised in the waste, not by choice of his own of course. Tristan often would've preferred to not of been born at all, at least not now with how things are. Tristan's parents, Christopher and Lydria, wanted the most honest life someone could live in the waste, so they often tried to stick with other "honest" people. This brought Tristan's birth place to be Kinston, a small settlement, and he often had people to socialize with. Whether it be children his age or travelers passing through, Tristan would try to make friends. This made Tristan very cultured and made him knowledgeable to just how dangerous the Waste was to his parents discontent. Hearing all these tales made Tristan at a young age become both enthralled and terrified at the same time. He longed for adventure, but at the same time safety and nourishment. As Tristan grew his father taught him simple tasks, such as fixing tools, scavenging, cooking, and few other simple skills. He even learned a few tricks about hunting from a Brahmin herder who was passing by. His name was Jeremiah, and he seemed as much as a cowboy as Tristan pictured from stories. He wore a long twine hat and carried a chrome plated .44 Magnum. In Tristan's time he never saw Jeremiah miss a single shot with that gun, but Tristan always did ponder where he got it and where he managed to get the ammo from (It wasn't until he turned 18 that Tristan learned about Gun Runners).
Jeremiah soon become Tristan's father in some words after Christopher was mauled by pack of mole rats and never returned home. He taught him about raising Brahmin and farming in the waste. When Tristan turned 19 Jeremiah informed him on the demographics in the world that he lived him. He told him what sorts to watch out for, the many different factions such as the NCR for example, native beast, gangs, and often took him to Gun Runner camps to learn about the variety of weapons that exist in the world. After a trip to the closet settlement, Jeremiah and Tristan were heading back to Tristan's mother but they were cut off by an oddly attractive female who seemed to have dropped her supplies on the side of the road. Tristan, feeling sly and smooth, went over to assist the attractive woman and hopefully get compensated but he soon was stopped stiff after he stepped too close and Jeremiah's skull was split open by a speeding bullet. The attractive girl soon turned into the only thing Tristan had ever hated as she giggled and stood up as a large man rose behind a rock carrying a rifle with a smoking barrel. She smirked and said "Oh..my my what a cutie, too bad for your friend there" she giggled from this and the man soon took her side and laughed along side her. The man coughed a rugged cough and soon recovered and said, "Don't be a 'ero kid...give us what 'ya got and 'ya will keep 'yer manhood" Tristan didn't respond much to this and only stood shaking, with fear or anger he still doesn't know this day. Tristan didn't want to bother with life anymore, Jeremiah was what he loved most in this life, his mother becoming a common prostitute only provided a home for Tristan. At this thought just as Tristan was about to bolt across and try to take one of them out, assault rifle cracks lit up the sky and the two beings of evil got ripped to shreds by NCR fired bullets. What Tristan assumed was a NCR Lt. came to and examined Jeremiah's body and shook his hand "Sorry for your loss kid, we've been tracking these two down for miles, they would've gunned you down too if it wasn't for us". Tristan's eyes had begun to tear up but he shook them off, Jeremiah had taught him better to cry, infront of others at least. The Lt. left an NCR soldier by to guide Tristan home but before they headed out he buried Jeremiah with the .44 in his hand only taking the 10mm from his other holster to remember him by, and so this would never happen to him in the future. Now at the age of 23 Tristan buries his mother whom died from some disease she got from "work" and took the few caps they had and sets off for a future, perhaps join the NCR and fight the good fight, perhaps become a quiet nomad. Where ever the wind blew him he told himself and he loaded his handgun and closed the door to his old childhood home, and opened the door to the Wasteland.
"Powers up vault boy 3000" (( And for the whole "reputation" I never broke any rules, the head admin from RoK and I had some disagreements and he banned me, which it's his server so fair enough. And a few means three typically
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IGN: _Bisho_
Age: 17
How did you find us? Referred here by people
What Roleplay experience do you have? Lots, examples being LoTC, Aeonis, RoK (Lol), as well as admin on a developing Roleplay server.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you've gathered OOCly to your characters advantage in Roleplay.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing an action upon another character, an example being shooting laser beams out of your eyes that instantly kill anyone.
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character basically "God" in a sense, dodging bullets and doing extremes that couldn't otherwise be possible.
**In Character**
Name: Tristan Flerith
Nickname: None
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tristan has a very rugged appearance which is common in these times. Dark un-kept hair covers his head and he often travels in light clothing with a few accessories. His clothing is often dull colored as to not stick out or make him an easy target. He runs about 5'11 and weighs 135 lb. He has a slim yet toned build with dull green eyes but is very average looking and doesn't have much to set him apart from others.
Personality: Tristan usually keeps to the task at hand but doesn't stray from anyone looking to socialize. He often meets people that seem trustworthy with a very open personality. This does not mean he doesn't have common-sense for the wasteland and typically knows if he is being lured in or being conned. But instead of acting out in aggression he often just ignores hostile actions unless absolutely necessary for him to act out against whatever advisory that may try to harm him.
In-game RP example: Tristan rummages with the small can he found laying about outside, trying to polish it clean for future use as a small old man approaches him. The old man smiles and exclaims, " 'Ello there! Mind in helpin' an old man here in this time of need?.." Tristan forces a smile as he slowly raises from his dull task and nods to him, "Uhmm..sure, what is you need exactly?" as Tristan inquires he looks around the old man in-case for an awaiting group of bandits or soldiers. "Well see, I need somethin' to hold a bit of water 'dat seems well enough to drink..but I got nothin'!" as Tristan hears this he sighs slightly and glances down at the polished can in his hand and reluctantly tosses it to the old man, at this the old man lunges to catch the can and tosses Tristan a few caps for his kind gesture.
Background: Tristan was born and raised in the waste, not by choice of his own of course. Tristan often would've preferred to not of been born at all, at least not now with how things are. Tristan's parents, Christopher and Lydria, wanted the most honest life someone could live in the waste, so they often tried to stick with other "honest" people. This brought Tristan's birth place to be San Francisco and he often had people to socialize with. Whether it be children his age or travelers passing through, Tristan would try to make friends. This made Tristan very cultured and made him knowledgeable to just how dangerous the Waste was to his parents discontent. Hearing all these tales made Tristan at a young age become both enthralled and terrified at the same time. He longed for adventure, but at the same time safety and nourishment. As Tristan grew his father taught him simple tasks, such as fixing tools, scavenging, cooking, and few other simple skills. He even learned a few tricks about hunting from a Brahmin herder who was passing by. His name was Jeremiah, and he seemed as much as a cowboy as Tristan pictured from stories. He wore a long twine hat and carried a chrome plated .44 Magnum. In Tristan's time he never saw Jeremiah miss a single shot with that gun, but Tristan always did ponder where he got it and where he managed to get the ammo from (It wasn't until he turned 18 that Tristan learned about Gun Runners).
Jeremiah soon become Tristan's father in some words after Christopher was mauled by pack of mole rats and never returned home. He taught him about raising Brahmin and farming in the waste. When Tristan turned 19 Jeremiah informed him on the demographics in the world that he lived him. He told him what sorts to watch out for, the many different factions such as the NCR for example, native beast, gangs, and often took him to Gun Runner camps to learn about the variety of weapons that exist in the world. After a trip to the closet settlement, Jeremiah and Tristan were heading back to Tristan's mother but they were cut off by an oddly attractive female who seemed to have dropped her supplies on the side of the road. Tristan, feeling sly and smooth, went over to assist the attractive woman and hopefully get compensated but he soon was stopped stiff after he stepped too close and Jeremiah's skull was split open by a speeding bullet. The attractive girl soon turned into the only thing Tristan had ever hated as she giggled and stood up as a large man rose behind a rock carrying a rifle with a smoking barrel. She smirked and said "Oh..my my what a cutie, too bad for your friend there" she giggled from this and the man soon took her side and laughed along side her. The man coughed a rugged cough and soon recovered and said, "Don't be a 'ero kid...give us what 'ya got and 'ya will keep 'yer manhood" Tristan didn't respond much to this and only stood shaking, with fear or anger he still doesn't know this day. Tristan didn't want to bother with life anymore, Jeremiah was what he loved most in this life, his mother becoming a common prostitute only provided a home for Tristan. At this thought just as Tristan was about to bolt across and try to take one of them out, assault rifle cracks lit up the sky and the two beings of evil got ripped to shreds by NCR fired bullets. What Tristan assumed was a NCR Lt. came to and examined Jeremiah's body and shook his hand "Sorry for your loss kid, we've been tracking these two down for miles, they would've gunned you down too if it wasn't for us". Tristan's eyes had begun to tear up but he shook them off, Jeremiah had taught him better to cry, infront of others at least. The Lt. left an NCR soldier by to guide Tristan home but before they headed out he buried Jeremiah with the .44 in his hand only taking the 10mm from his other holster to remember him by, and so this would never happen to him in the future. Now at the age of 23 Tristan buries his mother whom died from some disease she got from "work" and took the few caps they had and sets off for a future, perhaps join the NCR and fight the good fight, perhaps become a quiet nomad. Where ever the wind blew him he told himself and he loaded his handgun and closed the door to his old childhood home, and opened the door to the Wasteland.
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"Skooma kills!" (Could’ve been more subtle....)
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-If the animation on the chest messes up, so will the inventory
- Try re-opening the chest untill the animation fixes itself
-Wait a bit before close out of said chest
These SOMETIMES work for me more or less
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It's not due to just the servers, it happens in single aslong with multiplayer, and usually I would take lag as an excuse BUT I've tested that and the lag is not the issue, but then again I have no clue WHAT
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I tried that, corners and all, and still nothing
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Age: 14
Ever been banned, if so why? No
Experience with Minecraft? I've been playing for 3 or so years now so yea, I get how it works.
Experience with Minecraft Servers? Been playing on tons of servers ense I'v sarted
What race would you like to be(need two race options)? Werewolf or Yeti.
Why do you want to join both of the two races? I like the skills sets and the type of races they are.
Extra info, want to tell me anything about you? I've played on a lot of servers, PvP and creative alike so yea.
Are you willing to change you skin to match your race? Once I get accepted and told which class im going to most likely make one.
~@~
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Real life age: 14
Did you read the rules? Mhhmmm Do you agree to follow them?: Of course
Where did you hear about us?: Just browsing the forums
Why do you want to join?: Mainly the class system and hardcore pvp
Did you vote for Chaotic Uniformity? Not yet but mainly becuase I wanted to get accepted first (Ik greylist is there just rather be sure)
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