OOC:
IGN: JStrain
Age: 18
Time you can dedicate: 4-5 times a week.
Why us?: I have been with you since SooF and continue to play on your amazing servers.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is taking the life of another and controlling it. Chosing what this person does, what they feel, and how they act. It gives you the option to be someone completely different from you, to act as someone else.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using information you gained through OOC and using it ICly, for example, Joe hears Luke shout in OOC, “I’m at the bridge.” Joe goes to Luke.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is placing actions on another player without their consent, for example: *Chops off his head*, the correct way would be, *Attempts to chop off his head*
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name: Carter Cliff
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Often seen wearing a long duster with large black boots. He occasionally wears gloves and has a bandana to place over his mouth to avoid the toxicity of the waste. He has shaggy brown hair that reaches to about his eye brows. His eyes are bright green and his face has some minuscule scars. He has fair stubble on his face, like most wastelanders, it’s hard to keep a clean face. His skin tone is tanned Caucasian. He stands about 5’11 and weighs about 180 lbs. He is in fair condition for a wastelander.
Personality: Once you know him he begins to open up to you and will talk to you if he thinks it will benefit you. He isn’t shy, but he isn’t the life of the party. He doesn’t express much emotion and he usually has the same expression on his face. He is considered ‘Lawful’ neutral. He may make bad choices but most of his choices are for the better of him and others.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
(I decided to do my background in first person, as if he is telling the story, I hope you don’t mind.)
The man would sit at the fire, staring into it and then gazing to his guest through the fire.
“I bet you’re wondering my story eh….?” He would shuffle a deck of cards in his hand.
“I suppose I have time.”
“I was born in the state of Montana, very peaceful there, quiet and rarely any dangers. That’s what it was like for the first eight or nine years of my life. As far as I can remember I really enjoyed living there, hell, who wouldn’t? It all changed one day when the super mutants started to move in closer to our village, my parents, two brothers and I had no other choice but to move farther down the state, pretty much in Wyoming. We resigned in a town called ‘Coldwater’ and that is where I spent the rest of my child hood.
I started tracking down the wildlife around that area with groups of others, it was a decent job, especially when we hunted large game. The caps were plentiful for someone of my age. That was where I met my best friend, Rory. He was only a few years older than me, and he was always one to go after the caps. You would be surprised what this kid would do to make a few caps, he was starting to make more caps than my family combined.
One day Rory came up with an idea, he heard about a distant city known as ‘New Vegas.” We could gamble and win it all, it was the zone for the richest people around. It was our goal. By then I was seventeen and Rory was twenty. The family didn’t need me personally, all I did was hunt once in a while, so think about how proud they would be when I came back with millions of caps…..I was so naïve back then.
I knew nothing about card games but on our travels towards New Vegas, Rory began teaching me tricks and tips, every night before bed we would play a card game and practice. It took us around seven months or so to reach New Vegas, but eventually we did.
The city was beautiful, so much electricity in one place, I didn’t think it was possible…it was like those old stories you hear about the pre-war times. Rory and I started making little to no cash, only playing in low end casinos and what not. It was hard living in the rougher end of the city, someone would go nuts every night. Luckily for us, our winnings would buy us a night in a hotel plus a few extra spending caps. Don’t get me wrong, some nights we had to sleep outside, taking turns sleeping, but eventually we would win our money back. Within a few years we actually made enough to get into the strip, where the big ballers played. It was also the worst decision of our lives….we should of stayed in the freeside.
We started the same gig over again working our way up in the food chain, making enough for a room and way more spending money. Saving it wasn’t much of a plan though now, it was usually spent on alcohol and the occasionally set up of jet. We were living life, hell I even met a girl name Lumen there….we fell in love, spent a good three years together there. All was perfect until one night we went up against the wrong gamblers.
They were known as the “Santos Brothers.” A group of highly feared gamblers, the ones that never lost….funny thing is we beat them and took most of their caps for the night. That was when things started getting rough, we would start receiving death threats from the group of brothers, the three of them had a lot of connections through the city, many people that would kill for some extra caps….and kill is what they did. One night after I took Lumen out for dinner I came home to bloody mess…Rory was dead and in his hands was his card deck. One card was taking out and placed on Rory’s body….the King of Clubs. The pain that caused me, I didn’t know what to do, my life was ruined I had to leave New Vegas and get out of there. Lumen would soon follow days later after attempts of assassination on her.
Together we would begin to hike out of the New Vegas proximity and within a month time we would find ourselves at Goodsprings, taking cover there. It wouldn’t be until a few months later that the Santos brothers would strike again, killing Lumen while I was out hunting one night. I came home to her dead….it was….unexplainable how I felt….that’s the problem with me…I think too much and feel too little. I never understood love, I wasn’t sure if I did love her in the moment she was taken from me….that’s when I knew I loved her….but it was too late. I packed up my belongings…that was when Rory’s deck of cards fell out of my pocket, I picked it up and looked at the first card… the queen of hearts. I shut my eyes and placed it on Lumen’s body.
With the Santos brothers still around I had no other option but to retaliate, running was not an option. It took me a while to track them down, but eventually I found one of them, the youngest one in a town known as Primm, it didn’t take me long to pull out a pistol and send a bullet through his skull. I shuffled the deck looking and drew a random card, it was the eight of diamonds. I placed it on his corpse and left.
I returned to New Vegas and hunted down the other two brothers, it took me over a month to find one but all that waiting was worth it. While he walked in the freeside I took out a shotgun and blasted a hole in him….you wouldn’t believe how relieved I was to see that torso rip apart. I drew a card, Jack of Spades, and placed it upon his body, running off into the night.
It was at this point that the last brother was fully aware of my revenge, he decided to take a few men and skip town, that wouldn’t stop me though. I tracked him down, two years later I found him in the old state of California, in a ruined town known as Fresno. His guards would come back to his body laying on the ground, a hole in his head, and the ten of hearts laying on his chest.
I assumed his guards have given up and stopped perusing me, it has been over two years since then, I have yet to every hear of the Santos brothers again. The past two years I have been living a quiet life, scavenging what I can and selling what I can. Which brings me to now…I have little to no caps, my pistol just broke and the most valuable thing on me is a deck of cards. Did I choose this life? No, but it’s what my life is now, it is what I have learned to deal with. But enough about me…”
Carter would stand up kicking out the ashes of the fire.
“Let’s go find your owner.” He would say looking at the dog across from his quietly wagging his tail. Together the two would start walking, a broken red bridge in the distance.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Carter would walk up to the building, kicking over some rubble in the way.*
“I know you are in here Santos…….”
*Noises can be heard from inside the building.*
*Carter would begin to enter the building, his pistol already wielded.*
*Santos would hide in the darkness of the building.*
*Carter would not notice him, mocking him saying, ‘Come out where ever you are.”*
*Santos would attempt to knock Carter out with a crowbar*
*The blow would hit Carter’s head sending him to the ground, the pistol flying out of his hand.*
*Santos would dive for the pistol*
*Carter would attempt to wrestle Santos for the pistol*
*Santos holds on tight to the gun*
*Carter would attempt to punch Santos in the head with his free arm*
*The punch would hit sending Santos to the ground, his grip loosening on the gun, enough for Carter to overpower.*
*Carter would aim the gun at his head, attempting to finish him*
*The bullet would protrude Santos’ cranium as he falls down dead*
*Carter would get up, shuffling the deck of cards and drawing the Ten of Hearts.*
*He would place it upon the body*
“It’s finally over.”
IGN: JStrain
Age: 17
Experience in Building: 2 years
How Long Have You had Minecraft: 2 Years
Have You Ever Helped Build on a Server: Yes over five.
Have You Ever Used WorldEdit: Yes.
What Commands Are You Familiar With for WE: Replace, rotate, set, copy and paste.
Pictures of Creations: Sent through your Skype Stromby.
OOC: IGN: JStrain Age: 17 Why us?: Big fan of Bethesda games including Skyrim and Fallout, I played on Fallout Sins of our Fathers before the crash, and I was a moderator. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Once I visit the server! Define Role-Playing in your words: An opportunity to recreate yourself as another person and live as them. A state of mind where you can be whoever you want (To certain limitations) and the ability to act out an imaginary life with others. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you use OOC info IC, for example: Bob in OOC chat says "Hey guys I hid a nice load of gold in my solitude house" The next day Bill goes and steal Bobs money that was hidden! Define Power-gaming in your words: Becoming unreasonably powerful and creating a bad time for others. This also includes forceful actions like say *I break his neck* or *Dodge* I can't stress how much I hated someone matrix dodging a bullet.
IC: Name: Jethro Sterling Nickname: Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Imperial Appearance: Short brown hair, average high, light skinned. Average built, barley any facial hair. Personality: Shy and not more meant to be a follower then a leader. Very charismatic, well with bartering and convincing. He his the tongue of a salesmen. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Jane enters and notices Jethro
Jane *raises the bow towards Jethro* “Drop everything you have, or I will fire! “
Jethro “Relax, we are both on the same side, no one has to get hurt here”
*Jane hesitates with the bow*
Jane “I am serious, I have killed people in the past for their possessions”
Jethro “So you would kill a poor hopeless man like me? On a hunch that I have even the slightest bit of food, or valuables?”
Jane “Its killed or be killed out here, haven’t you understood that yet? If you want something, you have to kill people for it.”
Jethro “That’s your opinion, I have traveled from one side of this land to the other, and I have seen many people like you. People that are scared, and so the use their own fear on others in others to survive. But then, there are people like me, people who understand the meaning of life, whom understand how to resolve problems, to put out the fire, not make it burn brighter”
Jane “ Do you really think you are going to easily convince me? Like I don’t already know how to survive? Now this is the last time, I ask you, give me everything you own!”
Jethro “Hmmm, I am sorry you made this decision” *Snaps his fingers*
*Felix steps out of the shadows and attempts so plunge the sword into Jane's back*
*The sword enters quickly into Jane's back, as she falls to the ground dead*
Jethro “That’s too bad, I thought she would be a good recruitment…..” Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
It has always been a dreaded life for Jethro, after immigrating to Skyrim from Cyrodiil to escape warfare, his father and mother finally settled down. Jethro missed Cyrodiil a lot, but learned to let go of it, his new life was in Skyrim, where his father would sell large fur coats for non-nord travelers. Jethro helped his father make the coats and sell them, and he was a decent salesmen as well. For what adventure could say no to a hopeless smile of a young child. His dad would send Jethro around the village selling, and receiving profits, making a fair share of gold. One dreaded day, his father brought him out hunting for the first time, then went close to the river and spotted an elk. His father told him to shoot the bow, like he taught him. Sure enough the arrow plunged into the elk's neck and bleed out before it could get very far. "Go get your prize" his father said to him, gesturing at the dead elk. Jethro walked through the cold river, he was about knee deep half way, then he finally caught to the other side. He found the elk, and exclaimed, "Look father I did it!" But his father wasn't listening, for a group of orc bandits had attacked him. All Jethro could do was hide, wait, and watch as his father's body plunged into the river.
More then 12 years has passed, and Jethro has managed to take over his father's business to provide for his mother. He stopped hunting though, and would only buy the fur, he never went hunting after that tragic day. Season after season developing coats for travelers. Receiving the bear minimum of gold to survive, then one dreadful day his mother passed away. Jethro had no more reason to stay in Skyrim, he was done with crafting coats, he wanted a new life, that was when he overheard talk of Akavir, and in less then a month he was at the boarder.
IGN: JStrain Age: 17 How long have you been playing minecraft: Can't remeber it was when beds were first introduced Previous Bans: None Special Key: {CAJ7} Any other info: I have modded two servers, and an admin on one.
Name: RN: Jesse Username: (JStrain) Age:Turning 17 this December
What can you offer the team?: Proper moderating, and trailers/promotional videos
Position Your Seeking: Video Editing/Recording and Design! and Moderator
Experience with tools in that field: Use to do promotion videos a small server, keep in mind that it was a year ago, I also am currently a moderator on Sins of Our Father
Amount of time you can dedicate? About a couple hours a day, unless I work which is once or twice a week
IGN: JStrain
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: About three hours a day, five times a week
Why us?: I am looking for a new role playing server and I have a passion for Fallout, and you look like one of the most well developed servers out there!
Define Role-Playing in your words: A state of mind where you can be whoever you want (To certain limitations) and the ability to act out an imaginary life with others.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Reading someone’s bio and realizing he is a sneaky guy, then when you RP meet him, you call him out on being sneaky for no reason. (Basically using non-rp info for your advantage)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Walking around killing everyone you see and telling everyone that you’re a super mutant behemoth so you are allowed to kill everyone, oh yeah and your also invincible.
IC:
Name: Jethro
Nickname: (Optional) None L
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, brownish hair, you would assume he is poor just by looking at him. He has a little stubble on his face and isn’t the strongest of people.
Personality: Hopeless, trying to survive, but knowing that everything happens for a reason
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Jane enters and notices Jethro
Jane “Drop everything you have, or I will fire! “
Jethro “Relax, we are both on the same side, no one has to get hurt here”
*Jane cocks gun*
Jane “I am serious, I have killed people in the past for their possessions”
Jethro “So you would kill a poor hopeless man like me? On a hunch that I have even the slightest bit of food, or valuables?”
Jane “Its killed or be killed out here, haven’t you understood that yet? If you want something, you have to kill people for it.”
Jethro “That’s your opinion, I have travelled from one side of this city to the other, and I have seen many people like you. People that are scared, and so the use their own fear on others in others to survive. But then, there are people like me, people who understand the meaning of life, whom understand how to resolve problems, to put out the fire, not make it burn brighter”
Jane “ Do you really think you are going to easily convince me? Like I don’t already know how to survive? Now this is the last time, I ask you, give me everything you own!”
Jethro “Hmmm, I am sorry you made this decision” *Snaps his fingers*
*Two other men step out from the shadows behind Jane and break her neck*
Jethro “That’s too bad, I thought she would be a good recruitment…..”
Background: Jethro was only 12 years old when his family’s community was breached by raiders. More than fifteen member s of friends and families died that night. Out of the few that survived, Jethro was the youngest. He, along with four others fled miles away from his community where they rested for the night, in hopes that they wouldn’t be murdered in his sleep. The next morning the five of them set out to look for other communities, and after a week of travelling they finally found a small town. Surprisingly this town wasn’t attacked by raiders yet. They were welcomed to stay for a while until they could save up enough supplies until they moved on. They stayed in the town for three weeks, until the made enough money doing cheap labour. The finally bought one of the Brahmins from the town, and a few supplies from the town, and left. That was the day, when they became travelling merchants, caravans.
Years went by, and they travelled very far, making a descent amount of money. Finally they made it to the gates of New Vegas. During their time crossing the Mojave wasteland, they only lost one man, due to an ambush of radscorpions. Jethro, and his caravan made enough money to hire body guards, and life seemed to by doing well, much better than his life back in the raider invested town. All good things must come to an end though. New Vegas went haywire and it was no place for business now, they had to move once again. They moved to the State of Utah, or at least what was left of it, but things were bad there. Within a couple of years there, raiders took over his caravan and killed everyone part of it. Jethro was the only survivor left, he now lives in the ruins of Utah, hoping to find peace with his life and one day, maybe even starting his caravan again.
Hope you liked my App, man it made me thirsty, maybe a nukeacola, they are very tasty, or so I heard.
Do you have any Minecraft RP Experience? - None, but I'm excited to give it a go!
Have you ever been banned from any Minecraft Server? If yes why so?- Not except for the occasional admin jokey bans
Character Biography - (Be sure to include how old they are in game. What they did before there death, and how they died.) - My name is Ferret. I survive. Born to a poor family, but so what? Everyone was poor in our neighbourhood, we got by. We maybe couldn't eat but we damn well kept ourselves clean and respectable.
So I stole a few things from those who wouldn't miss em. The way I see it, kids so fat on their rich food and plum puddings wouldn't miss a coin or two..
I never believed in Gods. The afterlife, hell, it was all a lie wasn't it? Apparently I was wrong, but this place feels wrong too somehow. Almost...unreal. The pain is real though, and the hunger..
How did I die? In an unfair street fight, that's how. There were three of them, what was I supposed to do? I'm not a big guy - why fight when you can flee, right? Shame about the one with the knife, gutted me like a fish. I felt the blood on my hands, the icy chill, and I woke up here.
You fight for survival, with no food and your starving. You come across a hut in the Jungle, You enter and see a lit fire, however no one is around. Do you steal the supplies? or leave them be? - I do what I always do, take what I need to survive (hah!) but nothing else. Why do I need fancy trinkets? They mean nothing to me.
You see someone heavily armored coming to attack you and your friends. Do you fight them? Or run at an attempt to save your life? - ..I don't have many friends, but those that I do have would definitely run! Traps are more my style..
You meet a strange hooded man offering you supplies, you see he has a bag with something in it. What do you do? Take the food, of course. This place is odd enough as it is, and I've met my fair share of weirdos.
You come across a tomb, dark and quiet and huge in size, you see the edges lined with diamond plates. A sign reads "Enter if you dare". What is your first thought? - Bugger that, I'll dig a pit by the entrance and see if I can get any fool stupid enough to walk into that deathtrap!
EDIT:- I love this texturepack by the way!
I feel you could of added a little bit more into your bio, like where you lived or in what time did you live (Considering that there are people from multiple ages like from the 800 CE haha) Anyways everything else is really good! Accepted 23.28.82.199
Do you have any Minecraft RP Experience?: Yes, on various servers.
Have you ever been banned from any Minecraft Server? If yes why so?: I have never been banned.
Character Biography: (Be sure to include how old they are in game. What they did before there death, and how they died.): Kiko (real name Rowan Anderson) was a young D.J., around 20 years old who worked at a club in a small city. He loved seeing new people at the place every night, and memorized everyone's faces. He had quite a few friends before. His survival skills came from a private plane crash which he survived, facing a few months of isolation until being found. Unfortunately, he has a split personality disorder. Though he can remember what happened when his other personality was active, he cannot remember what he did himself. He died from an accident at the club, when the disco ball fell right on top of his head, shattering his skull.
You fight for survival, with no food and your starving. You come across a hut in the Jungle, You enter and see a lit fire, however no one is around. Do you steal the supplies? or leave them be?: He (Kiko) would take the food and leave the rest, but his other personality (Rick) would take most of everything and leave a message for the hut's owner.
You see someone heavily armored coming to attack you and your friends. Do you fight them? Or run at an attempt to save your life?: Kiko would at least try to assist his friends, but then run away. Rick would run away in order to save himself; his own survival is more important than anyone elses.
You meet a strange hooded man offering you supplies, you see he has a bag with something in it. What do you do?: Both of his personalities would decline. It would be better to get them from someone you knew. There's no telling what could be inside the bag, or what the items could do to him.
You come across a tomb, dark and quiet and huge in size, you see the edges lined with diamond plates. A sign reads "Enter if you dare". What is your first thought? : Both personalities would mine the diamond, then leave. Both would leave because of the possible danger.
Good app, I really liked his death, Accepted Ip is 23.28.82.199 (You are white listed now to join)
Do you have any Minecraft RP Experience? No i dont but i have other RP exparience
Have you ever been banned from any Minecraft Server? If yes why so? Yes i have from advertising my server. (I wont do it agan)
Character Biography: (Be sure to include how old they are in game. What they did before there death, and how they died.) My charector is 15 in age he lived in a a normal farm until they were running out of food.
He thoght about what to do for a while and decided to leave the farm and take evryone with him than wuld be help.
That verry weak he was riped to bits by a bear while the others ran to save there lives.
You fight for survival, with no food and your starving. You come across a hut in the Jungle, You enter and see a lit fire, however no one is around. Do you steal the supplies? or leave them be? I Nead to survive so i will wait around nutil they come back and ask.
You see someone heavily armored coming to attack you and your friends. Do you fight them? Or run at an attempt to save your life? I go fight them if i am properly equipted.
You meet a strange hooded man offering you supplies, you see he has a bag with something in it. What do you do? I wuld not accept them they culd be dangorus.
You come across a tomb, dark and quiet and huge in size, you see the edges lined with diamond plates. A sign reads "Enter if you dare". What is your first thought? RUN AWAY if im not equiptes will but if i am equiptes properly i will go in.
For starters, you have really poor grammar, and grammar is one of the most important aspects of Roleplaying.....along with maturity. I for one can't tell how mature you are over a little post... but most 12 year olds are not ( No offense) Secondly.... please EXPAND YOUR BIO..... I don't know how many time we must fret this. Maybe if put more thought into your Application (Most importantly your bio) and you re-due your app by fixing up the grammar then maybe we might accept you....but for now you are denied.
Do you have any Minecraft RP Experience?yes on a few other servers.
Have you ever been banned from any Minecraft Server? If yes why so? no
Character Biography: (Be sure to include how old they are in game. What they did before there death, and how they died.) Daivid was born in Los Angeles, his father left him when he was 3 years old then his mother spiralled into depression eating to comfort herself. When Daivid was 13 his mother tried to hang herself but when she tried to kick the chair out the rafters broke and she plummeted to the ground being stabbed through the back by several rusty nails one piercing her lung causing her to die. Living in a orphanage had never been fun for Daivid but when the orphanage runner started taking advantage of him sexually. That was too much for him he ran away from the orphanage to live on the streets, he was only 16 at this point. When on the streets Daivid met some colourful characters most notably drug dealers and the homeless. Over the next seven years Daivid became a master thief somehow managing to not be high or drunk only most of the time and stealing from the rich and giving to himself when he wasn't. He did that for the next 7 years.It was the night of April 17 2012 Daivid was 23 and sober for 3 weeks and off pot for 2 but he couldn't resist he knew there was a salvia party on the roof of the horwitz building this weekend and he didn't want to miss that. When he got up to the roof everyone was tripping out of their mind and they thought he was a piñata so they hung him on a "tree" (the telephone line running into the building) and started beating him with baseball bats. When Daivid looked up he noticed the wire cover was wearing down, in 10 seconds he would be fried. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Daivid closed his eyes and waited for the shock he barely felt it when the line snapped sending him plummeting down 150 ft to the roads below. he hit the ground with a splat that rendered his body a red coating on the ground. He died at the age of 23 and there was nobody to miss him.
You fight for survival, with no food and your starving. You come across a hut in the Jungle, You enter and see a lit fire, however no one is around. Do you steal the supplies? or leave them be?I take some of the supplies laving most of them for whomever may live at the hut.
You see someone heavily armored coming to attack you and your friends. Do you fight them? Or run at an attempt to save your life? I am no good at confrontation so I run at an attempt to save my life.
You meet a strange hooded man offering you supplies, you see he has a bag with something in it. What do you do? I sprint past him snatching the bag out of his hands as I run.
You come across a tomb, dark and quiet and huge in size, you see the edges lined with diamond plates. A sign reads "Enter if you dare". What is your first thought?Is this a dream nobody pinch me.
Im not an admin but great death haha, by the way for people who don't know, me and "David" are going to be connected in some way
Have you ever been banned from any Minecraft Server? If yes why so? Nope
Character Biography: (Be sure to include how old they are in game. What they did before there death, and how they died.) The days never get easier for a man named Jethro, why would it? He was 25 years old, had close to nothing within in bank and was starting to get back into drugs again. Thats how life was like for him in Los Angles, nothing but trouble. He would attempt to try to stop misusing narcotics, but by next week he was shooting needles into him on his torn up couch, in his barley standing apartment. His minimum wage job at the local corner store was enough money to support for him and his addictions, and one day he found himself in a subway terminal. Two local drug dealers came up to him, "You owe us big time my friend," said one of the men. Jethro replied simply saying, "I swear I will get it to by the end of the week" Sadly the two men disagreed with him, punched him in the head and through him down on to the subway tracks. The last words he remembered were, "Too late, your time is up, no one messes with the Traids." Then he saw a light coming towards him, and he was no more.
You fight for survival, with no food and your starving. You come across a hut in the Jungle, You enter and see a lit fire, however no one is around. Do you steal the supplies? or leave them be? In order to survive, Jethro would take some of the food, and leave a little bit for whoms hut this is.
You see someone heavily armored coming to attack you and your friends. Do you fight them? Or run at an attempt to save your life? Jethro is not a good fighter, in most cases he would run into the forest and hope to lose them.
You meet a strange hooded man offering you supplies, you see he has a bag with something in it. What do you do? Stay your distance and tell him to leave the stuff on the ground and walk away, and proceed to get the supplies with caution.
You come across a tomb, dark and quiet and huge in size, you see the edges lined with diamond plates. A sign reads "Enter if you dare". What is your first thought? Hell, there has got to be some way off this island? Maybe this is it, lets enter.
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IGN: JStrain
Age: 18
Time you can dedicate: 4-5 times a week.
Why us?: I have been with you since SooF and continue to play on your amazing servers.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roleplaying is taking the life of another and controlling it. Chosing what this person does, what they feel, and how they act. It gives you the option to be someone completely different from you, to act as someone else.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using information you gained through OOC and using it ICly, for example, Joe hears Luke shout in OOC, “I’m at the bridge.” Joe goes to Luke.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is placing actions on another player without their consent, for example: *Chops off his head*, the correct way would be, *Attempts to chop off his head*
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name: Carter Cliff
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Often seen wearing a long duster with large black boots. He occasionally wears gloves and has a bandana to place over his mouth to avoid the toxicity of the waste. He has shaggy brown hair that reaches to about his eye brows. His eyes are bright green and his face has some minuscule scars. He has fair stubble on his face, like most wastelanders, it’s hard to keep a clean face. His skin tone is tanned Caucasian. He stands about 5’11 and weighs about 180 lbs. He is in fair condition for a wastelander.
Personality: Once you know him he begins to open up to you and will talk to you if he thinks it will benefit you. He isn’t shy, but he isn’t the life of the party. He doesn’t express much emotion and he usually has the same expression on his face. He is considered ‘Lawful’ neutral. He may make bad choices but most of his choices are for the better of him and others.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
(I decided to do my background in first person, as if he is telling the story, I hope you don’t mind.)
The man would sit at the fire, staring into it and then gazing to his guest through the fire.
“I bet you’re wondering my story eh….?” He would shuffle a deck of cards in his hand.
“I suppose I have time.”
“I was born in the state of Montana, very peaceful there, quiet and rarely any dangers. That’s what it was like for the first eight or nine years of my life. As far as I can remember I really enjoyed living there, hell, who wouldn’t? It all changed one day when the super mutants started to move in closer to our village, my parents, two brothers and I had no other choice but to move farther down the state, pretty much in Wyoming. We resigned in a town called ‘Coldwater’ and that is where I spent the rest of my child hood.
I started tracking down the wildlife around that area with groups of others, it was a decent job, especially when we hunted large game. The caps were plentiful for someone of my age. That was where I met my best friend, Rory. He was only a few years older than me, and he was always one to go after the caps. You would be surprised what this kid would do to make a few caps, he was starting to make more caps than my family combined.
One day Rory came up with an idea, he heard about a distant city known as ‘New Vegas.” We could gamble and win it all, it was the zone for the richest people around. It was our goal. By then I was seventeen and Rory was twenty. The family didn’t need me personally, all I did was hunt once in a while, so think about how proud they would be when I came back with millions of caps…..I was so naïve back then.
I knew nothing about card games but on our travels towards New Vegas, Rory began teaching me tricks and tips, every night before bed we would play a card game and practice. It took us around seven months or so to reach New Vegas, but eventually we did.
The city was beautiful, so much electricity in one place, I didn’t think it was possible…it was like those old stories you hear about the pre-war times. Rory and I started making little to no cash, only playing in low end casinos and what not. It was hard living in the rougher end of the city, someone would go nuts every night. Luckily for us, our winnings would buy us a night in a hotel plus a few extra spending caps. Don’t get me wrong, some nights we had to sleep outside, taking turns sleeping, but eventually we would win our money back. Within a few years we actually made enough to get into the strip, where the big ballers played. It was also the worst decision of our lives….we should of stayed in the freeside.
We started the same gig over again working our way up in the food chain, making enough for a room and way more spending money. Saving it wasn’t much of a plan though now, it was usually spent on alcohol and the occasionally set up of jet. We were living life, hell I even met a girl name Lumen there….we fell in love, spent a good three years together there. All was perfect until one night we went up against the wrong gamblers.
They were known as the “Santos Brothers.” A group of highly feared gamblers, the ones that never lost….funny thing is we beat them and took most of their caps for the night. That was when things started getting rough, we would start receiving death threats from the group of brothers, the three of them had a lot of connections through the city, many people that would kill for some extra caps….and kill is what they did. One night after I took Lumen out for dinner I came home to bloody mess…Rory was dead and in his hands was his card deck. One card was taking out and placed on Rory’s body….the King of Clubs. The pain that caused me, I didn’t know what to do, my life was ruined I had to leave New Vegas and get out of there. Lumen would soon follow days later after attempts of assassination on her.
Together we would begin to hike out of the New Vegas proximity and within a month time we would find ourselves at Goodsprings, taking cover there. It wouldn’t be until a few months later that the Santos brothers would strike again, killing Lumen while I was out hunting one night. I came home to her dead….it was….unexplainable how I felt….that’s the problem with me…I think too much and feel too little. I never understood love, I wasn’t sure if I did love her in the moment she was taken from me….that’s when I knew I loved her….but it was too late. I packed up my belongings…that was when Rory’s deck of cards fell out of my pocket, I picked it up and looked at the first card… the queen of hearts. I shut my eyes and placed it on Lumen’s body.
With the Santos brothers still around I had no other option but to retaliate, running was not an option. It took me a while to track them down, but eventually I found one of them, the youngest one in a town known as Primm, it didn’t take me long to pull out a pistol and send a bullet through his skull. I shuffled the deck looking and drew a random card, it was the eight of diamonds. I placed it on his corpse and left.
I returned to New Vegas and hunted down the other two brothers, it took me over a month to find one but all that waiting was worth it. While he walked in the freeside I took out a shotgun and blasted a hole in him….you wouldn’t believe how relieved I was to see that torso rip apart. I drew a card, Jack of Spades, and placed it upon his body, running off into the night.
It was at this point that the last brother was fully aware of my revenge, he decided to take a few men and skip town, that wouldn’t stop me though. I tracked him down, two years later I found him in the old state of California, in a ruined town known as Fresno. His guards would come back to his body laying on the ground, a hole in his head, and the ten of hearts laying on his chest.
I assumed his guards have given up and stopped perusing me, it has been over two years since then, I have yet to every hear of the Santos brothers again. The past two years I have been living a quiet life, scavenging what I can and selling what I can. Which brings me to now…I have little to no caps, my pistol just broke and the most valuable thing on me is a deck of cards. Did I choose this life? No, but it’s what my life is now, it is what I have learned to deal with. But enough about me…”
Carter would stand up kicking out the ashes of the fire.
“Let’s go find your owner.” He would say looking at the dog across from his quietly wagging his tail. Together the two would start walking, a broken red bridge in the distance.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Carter would walk up to the building, kicking over some rubble in the way.*
“I know you are in here Santos…….”
*Noises can be heard from inside the building.*
*Carter would begin to enter the building, his pistol already wielded.*
*Santos would hide in the darkness of the building.*
*Carter would not notice him, mocking him saying, ‘Come out where ever you are.”*
*Santos would attempt to knock Carter out with a crowbar*
*The blow would hit Carter’s head sending him to the ground, the pistol flying out of his hand.*
*Santos would dive for the pistol*
*Carter would attempt to wrestle Santos for the pistol*
*Santos holds on tight to the gun*
*Carter would attempt to punch Santos in the head with his free arm*
*The punch would hit sending Santos to the ground, his grip loosening on the gun, enough for Carter to overpower.*
*Carter would aim the gun at his head, attempting to finish him*
*The bullet would protrude Santos’ cranium as he falls down dead*
*Carter would get up, shuffling the deck of cards and drawing the Ten of Hearts.*
*He would place it upon the body*
“It’s finally over.”
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Hope you like the app.
*Powers up vaultboy 3000*
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IGN: JStrain
Age: 17
Experience in Building: 2 years
How Long Have You had Minecraft: 2 Years
Have You Ever Helped Build on a Server: Yes over five.
Have You Ever Used WorldEdit: Yes.
What Commands Are You Familiar With for WE: Replace, rotate, set, copy and paste.
Pictures of Creations: Sent through your Skype Stromby.
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IGN: JStrain
Age: 17
Why us?: Big fan of Bethesda games including Skyrim and Fallout, I played on Fallout Sins of our Fathers before the crash, and I was a moderator.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Once I visit the server!
Define Role-Playing in your words: An opportunity to recreate yourself as another person and live as them. A state of mind where you can be whoever you want (To certain limitations) and the ability to act out an imaginary life with others.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you use OOC info IC, for example: Bob in OOC chat says "Hey guys I hid a nice load of gold in my solitude house" The next day Bill goes and steal Bobs money that was hidden!
Define Power-gaming in your words: Becoming unreasonably powerful and creating a bad time for others. This also includes forceful actions like say *I break his neck* or *Dodge* I can't stress how much I hated someone matrix dodging a bullet.
IC:
Name: Jethro Sterling
Nickname:
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: Short brown hair, average high, light skinned. Average built, barley any facial hair.
Personality: Shy and not more meant to be a follower then a leader. Very charismatic, well with bartering and convincing. He his the tongue of a salesmen.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Jane enters and notices Jethro
Jane *raises the bow towards Jethro* “Drop everything you have, or I will fire! “
Jethro “Relax, we are both on the same side, no one has to get hurt here”
*Jane hesitates with the bow*
Jane “I am serious, I have killed people in the past for their possessions”
Jethro “So you would kill a poor hopeless man like me? On a hunch that I have even the slightest bit of food, or valuables?”
Jane “Its killed or be killed out here, haven’t you understood that yet? If you want something, you have to kill people for it.”
Jethro “That’s your opinion, I have traveled from one side of this land to the other, and I have seen many people like you. People that are scared, and so the use their own fear on others in others to survive. But then, there are people like me, people who understand the meaning of life, whom understand how to resolve problems, to put out the fire, not make it burn brighter”
Jane “ Do you really think you are going to easily convince me? Like I don’t already know how to survive? Now this is the last time, I ask you, give me everything you own!”
Jethro “Hmmm, I am sorry you made this decision” *Snaps his fingers*
*Felix steps out of the shadows and attempts so plunge the sword into Jane's back*
*The sword enters quickly into Jane's back, as she falls to the ground dead*
Jethro “That’s too bad, I thought she would be a good recruitment…..”
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
It has always been a dreaded life for Jethro, after immigrating to Skyrim from Cyrodiil to escape warfare, his father and mother finally settled down. Jethro missed Cyrodiil a lot, but learned to let go of it, his new life was in Skyrim, where his father would sell large fur coats for non-nord travelers. Jethro helped his father make the coats and sell them, and he was a decent salesmen as well. For what adventure could say no to a hopeless smile of a young child. His dad would send Jethro around the village selling, and receiving profits, making a fair share of gold. One dreaded day, his father brought him out hunting for the first time, then went close to the river and spotted an elk. His father told him to shoot the bow, like he taught him. Sure enough the arrow plunged into the elk's neck and bleed out before it could get very far. "Go get your prize" his father said to him, gesturing at the dead elk. Jethro walked through the cold river, he was about knee deep half way, then he finally caught to the other side. He found the elk, and exclaimed, "Look father I did it!" But his father wasn't listening, for a group of orc bandits had attacked him. All Jethro could do was hide, wait, and watch as his father's body plunged into the river.
More then 12 years has passed, and Jethro has managed to take over his father's business to provide for his mother. He stopped hunting though, and would only buy the fur, he never went hunting after that tragic day. Season after season developing coats for travelers. Receiving the bear minimum of gold to survive, then one dreadful day his mother passed away. Jethro had no more reason to stay in Skyrim, he was done with crafting coats, he wanted a new life, that was when he overheard talk of Akavir, and in less then a month he was at the boarder.
Skooma kills
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Age: 17
How long have you been playing minecraft: Can't remeber it was when beds were first introduced
Previous Bans: None
Special Key: {CAJ7}
Any other info: I have modded two servers, and an admin on one.
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Age:Turning 17 this December
What can you offer the team?: Proper moderating, and trailers/promotional videos
Position Your Seeking: Video Editing/Recording and Design! and Moderator
Experience with tools in that field: Use to do promotion videos a small server, keep in mind that it was a year ago, I also am currently a moderator on Sins of Our Father
Amount of time you can dedicate? About a couple hours a day, unless I work which is once or twice a week
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Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: About three hours a day, five times a week
Why us?: I am looking for a new role playing server and I have a passion for Fallout, and you look like one of the most well developed servers out there!
Define Role-Playing in your words: A state of mind where you can be whoever you want (To certain limitations) and the ability to act out an imaginary life with others.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Reading someone’s bio and realizing he is a sneaky guy, then when you RP meet him, you call him out on being sneaky for no reason. (Basically using non-rp info for your advantage)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Walking around killing everyone you see and telling everyone that you’re a super mutant behemoth so you are allowed to kill everyone, oh yeah and your also invincible.
IC:
Name: Jethro
Nickname: (Optional) None L
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, brownish hair, you would assume he is poor just by looking at him. He has a little stubble on his face and isn’t the strongest of people.
Personality: Hopeless, trying to survive, but knowing that everything happens for a reason
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Jane enters and notices Jethro
Jane “Drop everything you have, or I will fire! “
Jethro “Relax, we are both on the same side, no one has to get hurt here”
*Jane cocks gun*
Jane “I am serious, I have killed people in the past for their possessions”
Jethro “So you would kill a poor hopeless man like me? On a hunch that I have even the slightest bit of food, or valuables?”
Jane “Its killed or be killed out here, haven’t you understood that yet? If you want something, you have to kill people for it.”
Jethro “That’s your opinion, I have travelled from one side of this city to the other, and I have seen many people like you. People that are scared, and so the use their own fear on others in others to survive. But then, there are people like me, people who understand the meaning of life, whom understand how to resolve problems, to put out the fire, not make it burn brighter”
Jane “ Do you really think you are going to easily convince me? Like I don’t already know how to survive? Now this is the last time, I ask you, give me everything you own!”
Jethro “Hmmm, I am sorry you made this decision” *Snaps his fingers*
*Two other men step out from the shadows behind Jane and break her neck*
Jethro “That’s too bad, I thought she would be a good recruitment…..”
Background: Jethro was only 12 years old when his family’s community was breached by raiders. More than fifteen member s of friends and families died that night. Out of the few that survived, Jethro was the youngest. He, along with four others fled miles away from his community where they rested for the night, in hopes that they wouldn’t be murdered in his sleep. The next morning the five of them set out to look for other communities, and after a week of travelling they finally found a small town. Surprisingly this town wasn’t attacked by raiders yet. They were welcomed to stay for a while until they could save up enough supplies until they moved on. They stayed in the town for three weeks, until the made enough money doing cheap labour. The finally bought one of the Brahmins from the town, and a few supplies from the town, and left. That was the day, when they became travelling merchants, caravans.
Years went by, and they travelled very far, making a descent amount of money. Finally they made it to the gates of New Vegas. During their time crossing the Mojave wasteland, they only lost one man, due to an ambush of radscorpions. Jethro, and his caravan made enough money to hire body guards, and life seemed to by doing well, much better than his life back in the raider invested town. All good things must come to an end though. New Vegas went haywire and it was no place for business now, they had to move once again. They moved to the State of Utah, or at least what was left of it, but things were bad there. Within a couple of years there, raiders took over his caravan and killed everyone part of it. Jethro was the only survivor left, he now lives in the ruins of Utah, hoping to find peace with his life and one day, maybe even starting his caravan again.
Hope you liked my App, man it made me thirsty, maybe a nukeacola, they are very tasty, or so I heard.
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I feel you could of added a little bit more into your bio, like where you lived or in what time did you live (Considering that there are people from multiple ages like from the 800 CE haha) Anyways everything else is really good! Accepted 23.28.82.199
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Good app, I really liked his death, Accepted Ip is 23.28.82.199 (You are white listed now to join)
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For starters, you have really poor grammar, and grammar is one of the most important aspects of Roleplaying.....along with maturity. I for one can't tell how mature you are over a little post... but most 12 year olds are not ( No offense) Secondly.... please EXPAND YOUR BIO..... I don't know how many time we must fret this. Maybe if put more thought into your Application (Most importantly your bio) and you re-due your app by fixing up the grammar then maybe we might accept you....but for now you are denied.
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I think the majority of us are in the Eastern Timezone
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~JStrain AKA JETHRO
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What is your Minecraft IGN? JStrain
Do you have any Minecraft RP Experience? A little
Have you ever been banned from any Minecraft Server? If yes why so? Nope
Character Biography: (Be sure to include how old they are in game. What they did before there death, and how they died.) The days never get easier for a man named Jethro, why would it? He was 25 years old, had close to nothing within in bank and was starting to get back into drugs again. Thats how life was like for him in Los Angles, nothing but trouble. He would attempt to try to stop misusing narcotics, but by next week he was shooting needles into him on his torn up couch, in his barley standing apartment. His minimum wage job at the local corner store was enough money to support for him and his addictions, and one day he found himself in a subway terminal. Two local drug dealers came up to him, "You owe us big time my friend," said one of the men. Jethro replied simply saying, "I swear I will get it to by the end of the week" Sadly the two men disagreed with him, punched him in the head and through him down on to the subway tracks. The last words he remembered were, "Too late, your time is up, no one messes with the Traids." Then he saw a light coming towards him, and he was no more.
You fight for survival, with no food and your starving. You come across a hut in the Jungle, You enter and see a lit fire, however no one is around. Do you steal the supplies? or leave them be? In order to survive, Jethro would take some of the food, and leave a little bit for whoms hut this is.
You see someone heavily armored coming to attack you and your friends. Do you fight them? Or run at an attempt to save your life? Jethro is not a good fighter, in most cases he would run into the forest and hope to lose them.
You meet a strange hooded man offering you supplies, you see he has a bag with something in it. What do you do? Stay your distance and tell him to leave the stuff on the ground and walk away, and proceed to get the supplies with caution.
You come across a tomb, dark and quiet and huge in size, you see the edges lined with diamond plates. A sign reads "Enter if you dare". What is your first thought? Hell, there has got to be some way off this island? Maybe this is it, lets enter.
HOPE YOU ACCEPT
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