Hey guys, been forever since i've posted, but I was wondering if anyone could make me a good skin for a templar for an RP server? I tried and i'm just god-awful. I was thinking something like this:
Except without the helmet. The man would have grayish hair and a short beard. If anyone could do this for me i'd be extremely grateful. ALSO, instead of the traditional red, I was thinking a sort of gold emblem/cross to represent light.
OOC: IGN: PenguinSpectre Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: Much. Why us?: I've been on many Apocalyptic servers, all of them failed unfortunately, this server in particular seems like a very decent one, one that can outlast the others for awhile. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Define Meta-gaming in your words: Being a **** by gaining unfair advantages through things that would normally (IRL) not be able to be discovered. Define Power-gaming in your words: Being a **** by acting as though you are the all-mighty seeing god of the server. As in you are able to strike men down without so much as a quickly typed line in the chatbox. Able to escape possible death by making some physically impossible feat seem like you do it every day. Able to confront enemies without any possible consequence.
IC: Name: Kevin Eder Nickname: (Optional) Kev or Doc Age: 29 Gender: Male Appearance: A slightly scrawny human with a knack for medical procedures. He dons the legions's signature red color along with a specially designed facemask that he has worn for years as to prevent sickness and inhaling of toxic fumes. His eyes are purple due to a small birth defect and his left hand occasionally twitches for no discernible reason. Personality: Generally rowdy. Very formal when necessary but not quite to the point of all-out strict-ness. He can crack a humorous reference every once-in-awhile but it is fairly uncommon. He is not easy to **** off, but is not a person to avoid contact. His pet, a Peregrine Falcon with only two talons on each foot, is his best friend and his occasional assistant during procedures. In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Takes place inside a legion medical tent during a "snowy" day. Legion Troop: So.. what, am I gonna live doc? Kev: You'll be fine, the bullet only glanced your arm, hardly any blood at all. Makes me think why in hell you came to me in the first place. *wraps cloth around the soldier's arm* LT: ... so i'm fine. Kev: Yes, you're fine. How did a crybaby like you get into a demo group... LT: I should be asking you how the hell you got in Caesar's Legion, you don't look like you should be here. You sure you don't belong with the ****in' NCR or some ****? Kev: Well *slides metal clamps in place to hold the bandage together* when I was out foraging seven years ago, at least I think it was seven... anyway, I came across a troop of legion soldiers. It wasn't anything I haven't seen before, but these ones we'rent carrying weapons, they wore the uniform of the soldiers, but we're carrying supplies, not ammunition or blunt objects, or anything threatening really. I left, went back to my home and left again for an area I used to relax at. On my way, I found the same group of legion soldiers scattered on the ground, most of them were still alive but extremely injured from what appeared to be a rockslide. I used my medical experience to fix some of them up as best I could with my limited supplies *wipes his forehead* ...didn't save em' all though. Out of the eight there, I could only stabilize five of them. The other three died while I was tending to the others. *sighs* ...The five that I had helped, told me about Caesar's legion and how they could use a good doctor. I accepted the offer, and made my way here, I was accepted into the society promptly and I got to work... LT: I just asked how you got here doc, I didn't need your ****in' life story. Kev: I'm sorry I couldn't explain it in five words. Get out of here, you're all ready to go. *steps to one side and gestures toward the entrance of the tent* LT: Thanks doc. *Leaves* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Growing up with a small medical caravan of slightly over 16 people, Kev was a fairly quiet young kid. Most of the other children in the caravan were quiet as well, and the parents never really encouraged social activity. His father and mother were constantly at work helping complete strangers that they happened upon during the their traveling the wastes. He would toy around with medicine combinations and would randomly come up with some new concoction that would change the original mix in some weird and twisted way usually. He developed a certain knack for birds as he was a fairly alone child, partly because of a small bird encyclopedia that was found in an abandoned library the caravan housed in when Kev was five. Kev would take bits of food and such from the caravan stock and throw it on the ground in hopes that some bird would come and take it. Although the appearance of a bird was rare, he still loved every aspect of them, how they were seemingly immune to the constant turmoil of the wanderer life and how they could fly wherever they wanted without worrying about bandits and other "crazies" of the wastes trying to steal from them.
After several months of this bird-attracting behavior, Kev began to notice one bird that kept coming back, a slightly mutated peregrine falcon that had not three, but only two talons per foot. This was odd, because according to the encyclopedia, this species of falcon was only around the northeast section of the US. Despite this oddity, Kev began to develop a relationship with the bird, eventually earning it's trust. Wherever Kev went, the bird would somehow find him. Kev noticed this and decided to keep the bird with the caravan. He fed it, and took care of it as best he could. As he grew older, he noticed that this bird was still very youthful and energetic despite being now 13 years old (Kev considered the day he took the bird in as it's birthday)
Kev, after turning 21 and his bird turning 14, he left the caravan for his own personal reasons. He despised being a part of the caravan, which was now extremely corrupt, demanding extreme amounts of money from strangers that needed help rather than going back to the old ways of helping for low prices or for free. He moved to a small cottage made of wood with his bird, until the events of the "Harmless patrol" as he called it. (refer to the RP example for detail) he joined a legion camp, as a full-time doctor, mostly tending to the soldiers and scouts of the group. Just recently, he left the legion for a larger medical goal. He decided to revert to his old "way of life" and travel the wastes as a mobile doctor. He spends a few days in settlements or with random wanderers and moves on, usually not returning to the area for awhile. His falcon is still alive and well, and he is doing surprisingly well for a wanderer. Only time will tell where he ends up next...
Oh, nuka cola is AMAZINGLY TASTY
Changed the ending so Kev left the legion. Hope its enough. PLEASE review this soon
OOC: IGN: PenguinSpectre Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: Much. Why us?: I've been on many Apocalyptic servers, all of them failed unfortunately, this server in particular seems like a very decent one, one that can outlast the others for awhile. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Define Meta-gaming in your words: Being a **** by gaining unfair advantages through things that would normally (IRL) not be able to be discovered. Define Power-gaming in your words: Being a **** by acting as though you are the all-mighty seeing god of the server. As in you are able to strike men down without so much as a quickly typed line in the chatbox. Able to escape possible death by making some physically impossible feat seem like you do it every day. Able to confront enemies without any possible consequence.
IC: Name: Kevin Eder Nickname: (Optional) Kev or Doc Age: 29 Gender: Male Appearance: A slightly scrawny human with a knack for medical procedures. He dons the legions's signature red color along with a specially designed facemask that he has worn for years as to prevent sickness and inhaling of toxic fumes. His eyes are purple due to a small birth defect and his left hand occasionally twitches for no discernible reason. Personality: Generally rowdy. Very formal when necessary but not quite to the point of all-out strict-ness. He can crack a humorous reference every once-in-awhile but it is fairly uncommon. He is not easy to **** off, but is not a person to avoid contact. His pet, a Peregrine Falcon with only two talons on each foot, is his best friend and his occasional assistant during procedures. In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Takes place inside a legion medical tent during a "snowy" day. Legion Troop: So.. what, am I gonna live doc? Kev: You'll be fine, the bullet only glanced your arm, hardly any blood at all. Makes me think why in hell you came to me in the first place. *wraps cloth around the soldier's arm* LT: ... so i'm fine. Kev: Yes, you're fine. How did a crybaby like you get into a demo group... LT: I should be asking you how the hell you got in Caesar's Legion, you don't look like you should be here. You sure you don't belong with the ****in' NCR or some ****? Kev: Well *slides metal clamps in place to hold the bandage together* when I was out foraging seven years ago, at least I think it was seven... anyway, I came across a troop of legion soldiers. It wasn't anything I haven't seen before, but these ones we'rent carrying weapons, they wore the uniform of the soldiers, but we're carrying supplies, not ammunition or blunt objects, or anything threatening really. I left, went back to my home and left again for an area I used to relax at. On my way, I found the same group of legion soldiers scattered on the ground, most of them were still alive but extremely injured from what appeared to be a rockslide. I used my medical experience to fix some of them up as best I could with my limited supplies *wipes his forehead* ...didn't save em' all though. Out of the eight there, I could only stabilize five of them. The other three died while I was tending to the others. *sighs* ...The five that I had helped, told me about Caesar's legion and how they could use a good doctor. I accepted the offer, and made my way here, I was accepted into the society promptly and I got to work... LT: I just asked how you got here doc, I didn't need your ****in' life story. Kev: I'm sorry I couldn't explain it in five words. Get out of here, you're all ready to go. *steps to one side and gestures toward the entrance of the tent* LT: Thanks doc. *Leaves* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Growing up with a small medical caravan of slightly over 16 people, Kev was a fairly quiet young kid. Most of the other children in the caravan were quiet as well, and the parents never really encouraged social activity. His father and mother were constantly at work helping complete strangers that they happened upon during the their traveling the wastes. He would toy around with medicine combinations and would randomly come up with some new concoction that would change the original mix in some weird and twisted way usually. He developed a certain knack for birds as he was a fairly alone child, partly because of a small bird encyclopedia that was found in an abandoned library the caravan housed in when Kev was five. Kev would take bits of food and such from the caravan stock and throw it on the ground in hopes that some bird would come and take it. Although the appearance of a bird was rare, he still loved every aspect of them, how they were seemingly immune to the constant turmoil of the wanderer life and how they could fly wherever they wanted without worrying about bandits and other "crazies" of the wastes trying to steal from them.
After several months of this bird-attracting behavior, Kev began to notice one bird that kept coming back, a slightly mutated peregrine falcon that had not three, but only two talons per foot. This was odd, because according to the encyclopedia, this species of falcon was only around the northeast section of the US. Despite this oddity, Kev began to develop a relationship with the bird, eventually earning it's trust. Wherever Kev went, the bird would somehow find him. Kev noticed this and decided to keep the bird with the caravan. He fed it, and took care of it as best he could. As he grew older, he noticed that this bird was still very youthful and energetic despite being now 13 years old (Kev considered the day he took the bird in as it's birthday)
Kev, after turning 21 and his bird turning 14, he left the caravan for his own personal reasons. He despised being a part of the caravan, which was now extremely corrupt, demanding extreme amounts of money from strangers that needed help rather than going back to the old ways of helping for low prices or for free. He moved to a small cottage made of wood with his bird, until the events of the "Harmless patrol" as he called it. (refer to the RP example for detail) he now lives in the a legion camp, as a full-time doctor, mostly tending to the soldiers and scouts of the group.
What is the rules on raidingg and griefing, can you take wood and glass ((Rp breakable)) I don't know the rules on that I've ggone hardcore pvp right now. If you have a power cell drill can you break scrap metal? I need a refresher on this because I got on hardcore pvp grief raids and have got griefed so can you help me.
Actually, Wooden planks aren't RP breakable. Unless your character is really strong that is. Glass is however, no matter how strong your character is. I would think thank if you had a diamond pick with you, you could break through just about anything. Within reason of course, and without being OP about it. Theres just my two cents.
I agree, thank you for feeling what Im feeling right now. We need to have another Admin god thing
That seems a little harsh coming front the guy who persistently spammed the forums about something that can wait (Your mod app). But hey thats your opinion and you are entitled to it and I won't Eff with it. But just be happy we have a server to go on. And I agree that The Great Saper In The Sky needs to be on more often, but you must realize that we're all human and we have obligations. Thank you for reading this post. Sorry if I come off as a **** in this post, I mean no harm
I understand you mean no harm, and yes, I did post about the mod app (I wouldn't consider what I did spamming, but it wasn't casual) But although he is providing for us by making this awesome server, he is totally neglecting it in the ways of gameplay. He is currently doing the bare minimum right now to keep the server up, and what i'm saying is that if he could just hop on for five minutes and make someone an Admin, everyone's problems would be solved for as long as it took for him to get through any tough times he may be having. It's just a little disappointing to know that we've been up for awhile now and we still only have one admin.
I officially quit the server. Since Saper is close to never on and I really had a lot of ideas and wanted to ask him if i could do them but, apparently the people of his server isn't enough to stop is feeling of masturbating to porn all day. So now spawn is full of all my items worth crap and guns. I even killed off my character making him enter the Rift and dying on the radio so i'm completely done with this server.
Understandable, and i'm getting a little pissed at saper too. If youre reading this saper. YOURE THE FREAKING OWNER OF A SERVER. How about you become a little less dead on it and give admin rights to someone who frequents the server? Having just you as an admin sucks ass. You're never on and you never listen to posts.
Out of Character
MineCraft account name: DrOatmeal
Country of Residence and Time Zone: United States - Pacific Time
Define roleplaying in your own words, do you have any past roleplaying experiences? Roleplay: I think Roleplay of a 2nd life - To escape reality and become someone else. I do have some roleplay experieces, mainly Skyrim and Medevil servers.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I generally enjoy Roleplay and I think an Apocalyptic Server would be fun to try.
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have never been banned, and I don't plan on doing so.
Do you agree with our rules? Yes
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, I will use Last Days.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Blake
What is your character's race?: Human
Your character's story so far: Blake was collecting water for his family, this would last them a week. As Blake was collecting the water a FireStorm started to occur. Blake rushed back home, unable to scan the water for radiation he brought it back with him anyway. Blake's thirsty Parents started drinking the water but something was wrong. The water Blake had brought back was exposed to radiation, Blake's parents died later that day. Blake could never forgive himself, he tried commiting suicide but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He decided he would Live, not for him but for his parents.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Blake had two loving parents, but the water he had brought home had been exposed to radiation, killing his parents.
How old is your character: 22
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Blake is more muscular than the average Human, He has brown hair, A broken nose, and a Scar running down from his right leg.
How does your character act? Blake is a generally Nice person, but tends to keep to himself.
Character's occupation: Miner
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Blake learned to read and write from his Mother.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Blake learned how to farm and mine from his Father and his Father's friends. He knows more about Mining and Farming then most of the few people he knows.
Does your character hate or fear anything?
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP):
Provide an image of your character's skin:
REVIEW:
Way too much wrong with this application but let me start out with the biggest one that you will never get in without: You obviously don't agree with the rules because you didn't read them. If you did read them, you didn't read the well enough. Your bio and app in general is extremely short and vague, not to mention the total lack of an event in deep pain. Which is another required thing in your app that you lack. I can't go into more detail or it'd take all night. Improve on the entire app and re-submit it when it isn't so lacking and vague.
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Except without the helmet. The man would have grayish hair and a short beard. If anyone could do this for me i'd be extremely grateful. ALSO, instead of the traditional red, I was thinking a sort of gold emblem/cross to represent light.
Thanks in advance!
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Changed the ending so Kev left the legion. Hope its enough. PLEASE review this soon
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I was a mod and a whitelister on the original Ruined World, unfortunately, that went under.
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IGN: PenguinSpectre
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Much.
Why us?: I've been on many Apocalyptic servers, all of them failed unfortunately, this server in particular seems like a very decent one, one that can outlast the others for awhile.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Being a **** by gaining unfair advantages through things that would normally (IRL) not be able to be discovered.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being a **** by acting as though you are the all-mighty seeing god of the server. As in you are able to strike men down without so much as a quickly typed line in the chatbox. Able to escape possible death by making some physically impossible feat seem like you do it every day. Able to confront enemies without any possible consequence.
IC:
Name: Kevin Eder
Nickname: (Optional) Kev or Doc
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: A slightly scrawny human with a knack for medical procedures. He dons the legions's signature red color along with a specially designed facemask that he has worn for years as to prevent sickness and inhaling of toxic fumes. His eyes are purple due to a small birth defect and his left hand occasionally twitches for no discernible reason.
Personality: Generally rowdy. Very formal when necessary but not quite to the point of all-out strict-ness. He can crack a humorous reference every once-in-awhile but it is fairly uncommon. He is not easy to **** off, but is not a person to avoid contact. His pet, a Peregrine Falcon with only two talons on each foot, is his best friend and his occasional assistant during procedures.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Takes place inside a legion medical tent during a "snowy" day.
Legion Troop: So.. what, am I gonna live doc?
Kev: You'll be fine, the bullet only glanced your arm, hardly any blood at all. Makes me think why in hell you came to me in the first place. *wraps cloth around the soldier's arm*
LT: ... so i'm fine.
Kev: Yes, you're fine. How did a crybaby like you get into a demo group...
LT: I should be asking you how the hell you got in Caesar's Legion, you don't look like you should be here. You sure you don't belong with the ****in' NCR or some ****?
Kev: Well *slides metal clamps in place to hold the bandage together* when I was out foraging seven years ago, at least I think it was seven... anyway, I came across a troop of legion soldiers. It wasn't anything I haven't seen before, but these ones we'rent carrying weapons, they wore the uniform of the soldiers, but we're carrying supplies, not ammunition or blunt objects, or anything threatening really. I left, went back to my home and left again for an area I used to relax at. On my way, I found the same group of legion soldiers scattered on the ground, most of them were still alive but extremely injured from what appeared to be a rockslide. I used my medical experience to fix some of them up as best I could with my limited supplies *wipes his forehead* ...didn't save em' all though. Out of the eight there, I could only stabilize five of them. The other three died while I was tending to the others. *sighs* ...The five that I had helped, told me about Caesar's legion and how they could use a good doctor. I accepted the offer, and made my way here, I was accepted into the society promptly and I got to work...
LT: I just asked how you got here doc, I didn't need your ****in' life story.
Kev: I'm sorry I couldn't explain it in five words. Get out of here, you're all ready to go. *steps to one side and gestures toward the entrance of the tent*
LT: Thanks doc. *Leaves*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Growing up with a small medical caravan of slightly over 16 people, Kev was a fairly quiet young kid. Most of the other children in the caravan were quiet as well, and the parents never really encouraged social activity. His father and mother were constantly at work helping complete strangers that they happened upon during the their traveling the wastes. He would toy around with medicine combinations and would randomly come up with some new concoction that would change the original mix in some weird and twisted way usually. He developed a certain knack for birds as he was a fairly alone child, partly because of a small bird encyclopedia that was found in an abandoned library the caravan housed in when Kev was five. Kev would take bits of food and such from the caravan stock and throw it on the ground in hopes that some bird would come and take it. Although the appearance of a bird was rare, he still loved every aspect of them, how they were seemingly immune to the constant turmoil of the wanderer life and how they could fly wherever they wanted without worrying about bandits and other "crazies" of the wastes trying to steal from them.
After several months of this bird-attracting behavior, Kev began to notice one bird that kept coming back, a slightly mutated peregrine falcon that had not three, but only two talons per foot. This was odd, because according to the encyclopedia, this species of falcon was only around the northeast section of the US. Despite this oddity, Kev began to develop a relationship with the bird, eventually earning it's trust. Wherever Kev went, the bird would somehow find him. Kev noticed this and decided to keep the bird with the caravan. He fed it, and took care of it as best he could. As he grew older, he noticed that this bird was still very youthful and energetic despite being now 13 years old (Kev considered the day he took the bird in as it's birthday)
Kev, after turning 21 and his bird turning 14, he left the caravan for his own personal reasons. He despised being a part of the caravan, which was now extremely corrupt, demanding extreme amounts of money from strangers that needed help rather than going back to the old ways of helping for low prices or for free. He moved to a small cottage made of wood with his bird, until the events of the "Harmless patrol" as he called it. (refer to the RP example for detail) he now lives in the a legion camp, as a full-time doctor, mostly tending to the soldiers and scouts of the group.
Oh, nuka cola is AMAZINGLY TASTY
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Actually, Wooden planks aren't RP breakable. Unless your character is really strong that is. Glass is however, no matter how strong your character is. I would think thank if you had a diamond pick with you, you could break through just about anything. Within reason of course, and without being OP about it. Theres just my two cents.
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I understand you mean no harm, and yes, I did post about the mod app (I wouldn't consider what I did spamming, but it wasn't casual) But although he is providing for us by making this awesome server, he is totally neglecting it in the ways of gameplay. He is currently doing the bare minimum right now to keep the server up, and what i'm saying is that if he could just hop on for five minutes and make someone an Admin, everyone's problems would be solved for as long as it took for him to get through any tough times he may be having. It's just a little disappointing to know that we've been up for awhile now and we still only have one admin.
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Understandable, and i'm getting a little pissed at saper too. If youre reading this saper. YOURE THE FREAKING OWNER OF A SERVER. How about you become a little less dead on it and give admin rights to someone who frequents the server? Having just you as an admin sucks ass. You're never on and you never listen to posts.
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REVIEW:
Way too much wrong with this application but let me start out with the biggest one that you will never get in without: You obviously don't agree with the rules because you didn't read them. If you did read them, you didn't read the well enough. Your bio and app in general is extremely short and vague, not to mention the total lack of an event in deep pain. Which is another required thing in your app that you lack. I can't go into more detail or it'd take all night. Improve on the entire app and re-submit it when it isn't so lacking and vague.
Do I really need to say it? DENIED
Cheers!
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Already claimed it bro, look up. Plus, only first post can claim >:3
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EDIT: AWWW YEAH CLAIMED IN THE NAME OF PINKIE PIE
EDIT 2: This is now my favorite pony thread. Yourargumentsequalinvalid.
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