That truly is a downright shame. Just remember, keep trying to contact those who've gone "poof". If they see you're still trying to contact them, they won't feel so awkward coming back after a hiatus,
please give more detail in your character's biography!~
Will do; it was seedy the first go-round because I exhausted my creative energies on the Example RP.
Biography, Round Two: Jack was a troubled kid from birth, but he came by it honestly. With a Jet-Addict for a mother and father inflicted with wanderlust, you could almost feel sorry for the kid. With his mother blowing their caps on another hit of jet, Jack had to find more creative means of survival; and quickly turned to petty crime. His thieving business quickly grew, eventually growing into armed robbery. For years, Jack avoided jail by talking circles around the local law enforcers, earning him his nickname, "Quicksilver Jack"; but the sparrow may evade the hawk for only so long. One night, a fortnight before his 24th birthday, a drunken posse of lawmen found Jack in the local tavern, playing Dice. They took him outside and roughed him up, one man leaving a scar along his cheekbone using a rusty nail. Whittaker split town the next day; drifting from town to town, a man without purpose. His roamings eventually led him to a little town, where he learned of a mythic place; the lost city of Manhattan.
Thank you for the positive feedback on my application, and I hope this server does well!
OOC - IGN: selrahc4040 Gender: Male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: Of course Have you read the lore: Yessir RP Experience: A little dabbling in Forum roleplay, as well as some admittedly light D&D Fallout Experience: Scant. I am working my way through fallout 3 right now, but I have a decent knowledge of the events of the other games. Define Meta Gaming: The use of information your character could not possibly know Define Power Gaming: Using unregistered advantages to make your character stronger than he/she should be
IC - Name: Jack Whittaker Gender: Male Age: 27 Race: Caucasian Appearance: Approximately 5'10", brown hair arranged in a sideswept manner, brown eyes, thin face, slim build; thin but not frail. Signifying Traits: A long, thin scar; running from just behind his left ear to halfway down his jawline. Signifying Skills: Extremely charismatic, and a devious haggler. He could, as they say, sell sand to a Bedouin. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 4 Perception- 8 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 9 Intelligence- 6 Agility- 5 Luck- 3
RP example: (The Scene: A dusty saloon, run by a middle aged man. Jack sits beneath a slowly creaking ceiling fan, turning a glass of liquor around in his right hand. The sheet metal door behind him creaks open slowly, pouring light into the otherwise dim room. Haloed by the wasteland sun, a giant of a man lumbers into the room.)
Man: "I thought I told you to split, Whit." The man says, in a rumbling voice that spoke of years of hard drink, and even harder smoking.
"I'dda thought you'd clear town after sleeping with my daughter." As he spoke, the man curled his gloved hands into fists; the old leather creaking in protest.
(Jack continues to twist his drink, his back arched now; as if expecting a blow.)
Man:"What's'a matter with you, sleeping with a man's little girl? I otta teach you some RESPECT."
(With that, the man grabs Jack's shirt collar, dragging him out of his stool to face him. The drink falls to the floor, its amber liquid quenching the dust piled there.)
Jack: "Woah, sir. Hold up now, you do-"
Man: "Oh, SIR now; is it? A bit too late for THAT, bub."
(With this, the man delivers a powerful right cross to Jack, splitting the skin along his jawline, right over the old scar. Crimson blood dribbles out of the seam.)
Jack:"What if I were to leave town right now, huh? Never come back?" Jack asked. "Lord knows you've seen me drift in and out of here enough times, and I'm finally THROUGH with it. This town, I mean. You would never have to worry about the sanctity of your wh*** of a daughter again."
(With a bellow, the man hurls Jack out of the back window, overlooking the wastelands.)
Man: "You do that, and if I catch you snooping around here again, I will NOT hesitate to shoot! GOOD RIDDANCE!"
Biography: Jack was a troubled kid from birth. He would always get up to mischief, even in his teen years. As he grew, he developed a penchant for speech; and became dubbed "The slipperiest eel in the West" by several townsfolk. Despite his uncanny persuasive abilities, the minute he hit twenty he was kicked out of the midwest community. He wandered from community to community for six years, before hearing of technological wonders (As well as riches) in the lost city of Manhattan.
I would like to hank you for considering me, but I would be eternally more grateful if you put me on the list. I beg of you this one favor, nd I will be forevermore in your debt.Thank*
Minecraft is one of the few things that truly help me pass the time, I watch youtubers like Bluexephos and Captainsparklez enviously. I want this account as me and my friend are in the same boat, our one method of payment, our parents debit cards, aren't accepted by minecraft.net! We have wanted Minecraft for about a year now, and would very much appreciate it if you could give us an account, we can share.
Hello, I would like to apply for a gift code. I have the money to buy it, but my mother and father's credit cards aren't accepted by minecraft.net and they don't want to get a paypal. I know you get flooded with requests like this, but I beg you, please, just one giftcode.
This seed is amazing! The seed is: 2886667816802466752. You spawn in a normal forest, to your left is a small pond that looks like a pre-1.8 swamp. Most of the pond is encircled in stone with plenty of exposed iron and coal. In the center of the pond is an interesting stone and gravel hill.
My friend on youtube (nintevens) is thinking of a series like minecraft Freeman's mind series. We would like to know, it will be his first series ever!
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Thanks a million! I eagerly await the server opening!
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Will do; it was seedy the first go-round because I exhausted my creative energies on the Example RP.
Biography, Round Two: Jack was a troubled kid from birth, but he came by it honestly. With a Jet-Addict for a mother and father inflicted with wanderlust, you could almost feel sorry for the kid. With his mother blowing their caps on another hit of jet, Jack had to find more creative means of survival; and quickly turned to petty crime. His thieving business quickly grew, eventually growing into armed robbery. For years, Jack avoided jail by talking circles around the local law enforcers, earning him his nickname, "Quicksilver Jack"; but the sparrow may evade the hawk for only so long. One night, a fortnight before his 24th birthday, a drunken posse of lawmen found Jack in the local tavern, playing Dice. They took him outside and roughed him up, one man leaving a scar along his cheekbone using a rusty nail. Whittaker split town the next day; drifting from town to town, a man without purpose. His roamings eventually led him to a little town, where he learned of a mythic place; the lost city of Manhattan.
Thank you for the positive feedback on my application, and I hope this server does well!
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IGN: selrahc4040
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: Of course
Have you read the lore: Yessir
RP Experience: A little dabbling in Forum roleplay, as well as some admittedly light D&D
Fallout Experience: Scant. I am working my way through fallout 3 right now, but I have a decent knowledge of the events of the other games.
Define Meta Gaming: The use of information your character could not possibly know
Define Power Gaming: Using unregistered advantages to make your character stronger than he/she should be
IC -
Name: Jack Whittaker
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Approximately 5'10", brown hair arranged in a sideswept manner, brown eyes, thin face, slim build; thin but not frail.
Signifying Traits: A long, thin scar; running from just behind his left ear to halfway down his jawline.
Signifying Skills: Extremely charismatic, and a devious haggler. He could, as they say, sell sand to a Bedouin.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 9
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 5
Luck- 3
RP example: (The Scene: A dusty saloon, run by a middle aged man. Jack sits beneath a slowly creaking ceiling fan, turning a glass of liquor around in his right hand. The sheet metal door behind him creaks open slowly, pouring light into the otherwise dim room. Haloed by the wasteland sun, a giant of a man lumbers into the room.)
Man: "I thought I told you to split, Whit." The man says, in a rumbling voice that spoke of years of hard drink, and even harder smoking.
"I'dda thought you'd clear town after sleeping with my daughter." As he spoke, the man curled his gloved hands into fists; the old leather creaking in protest.
(Jack continues to twist his drink, his back arched now; as if expecting a blow.)
Man:"What's'a matter with you, sleeping with a man's little girl? I otta teach you some RESPECT."
(With that, the man grabs Jack's shirt collar, dragging him out of his stool to face him. The drink falls to the floor, its amber liquid quenching the dust piled there.)
Jack: "Woah, sir. Hold up now, you do-"
Man: "Oh, SIR now; is it? A bit too late for THAT, bub."
(With this, the man delivers a powerful right cross to Jack, splitting the skin along his jawline, right over the old scar. Crimson blood dribbles out of the seam.)
Jack:"What if I were to leave town right now, huh? Never come back?" Jack asked. "Lord knows you've seen me drift in and out of here enough times, and I'm finally THROUGH with it. This town, I mean. You would never have to worry about the sanctity of your wh*** of a daughter again."
(With a bellow, the man hurls Jack out of the back window, overlooking the wastelands.)
Man: "You do that, and if I catch you snooping around here again, I will NOT hesitate to shoot! GOOD RIDDANCE!"
Biography: Jack was a troubled kid from birth. He would always get up to mischief, even in his teen years. As he grew, he developed a penchant for speech; and became dubbed "The slipperiest eel in the West" by several townsfolk. Despite his uncanny persuasive abilities, the minute he hit twenty he was kicked out of the midwest community. He wandered from community to community for six years, before hearing of technological wonders (As well as riches) in the lost city of Manhattan.
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Seed: ??? (no, thats seriously the seed)
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Touche,What should we call it?
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Very!
My friend Nintevens doing the video, his comment should be above. Ask him about what he needs.
Thanks :smile.gif:Thanks for all the feedback! look for us in a few months!
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