Stone_Bunny_99 IGN: TheAtheist Denied(Your backstore did not pertain to the fallout story, and you over-did it with the mutated croc.) Sorry...
NavyBauer IGN: Zawaser Accepted (But look up powergaming one more time; on another note, your rp is a bit short, but it does lure me in... Good job with that)
XAjaxX IGN: Captain_Ajax Accepted (Your background story is really put out, great job)
IGN: Spartan214 OOC (Out of Character) Name: John Doe Age: 29 How did you find us: My friend told me, youtube, I just came across it Have you been on other Role-Play Servers: 3 Did you read the rules: Yes I have (read them) Describe Power-Gaming(1-3 Sentences): (Look it up) Describe Meta-Gaming(1-2 Sentences): (Look it up) IC (In Character) Character's Name: Sgt. Jack Brown Nickname (Optional): Spaz
Character's Age: 35
RP Example (Dialogue): It was a small town, South of Iowa. The cool night's air mixed with dead corpes filled the air. Glass broken, Walls crumbled or blown to dust. I walked down the gravel road to the market where I heard a noise. Three men stood inside, huddling a small fire consisting of cardboard boxes and other materials they found. The food was depleated and I needed some, so I entered, silently. cautiously, I picked up a shard of glass, and an empty can. With the clash of the can at the far side of the store, two of them went to investigate while one protected the food. In a fluid motion, his life ended by the slice of the glass. Bleeding but silent, I quickly gathered all that I needed and fled before the others even reached the can. I set off North East, to where I heard there was shelter... New York. (Has to have dialogue)
Character's Backstory (1-2 Long Paragraphs): Jack is the son of a murderer, and an insane woman. He spent his life in a bunker where his dad had five guys to fetch his every need. But when his father thought it was time for Jack to become a man and live up to be like his father, he fled in hopes to find a better place. He was forced to kill for survival and won't hesitate to kill on sight. (Just a suggestion, make yours longer)
What you need to do is plant two sapplings next to each other, grow one with bone meal, destroy the leaves above the other sappling, then grow that tree. If the sappling remains in the shade of the trees leaves, it will not grow to a big tree.
I've made mob spawner houses, nether houses, sky house, underground house, under water house, half a house, upside down house, sideways house, house with a mirror inside it trick house <=== funny reactions from people, I've made 2x2x4 houses (fitting a bed= floor, chest=roof, furnace and crafting bench= one wall, and doors for the other walls) I've made a lava house, I've made an invisible house (no not a "nothing is there house," a "//replace <block> 36" so there is an invisible block you can walk through house.) But the funnest house I've ever made was my mansion on Pigcraft in which has 4 major 20x20 rooms, one 20x20 basement floor in my room, a 2nd floor (pyramid) on top of my room, and a 21x21 hole that goes all the way down to bedrock in which I have converted into a mob pit in which you can flip a switch, redstone lamps turn off, and 31-32 skeleton/spider/zombie spawners spawn a horde of mobs every 20-30 seconds. :DOh, I've also made a house in which, when you enter, the floor falls out from under you, On a faction server, someone rage quit :3 because i didn't let him out XD
Just pointing out a fail in the coding Mojang, When you break a book shelf... you get three bookshelves... right now my inventory is full of bookshelves when I legitly made only seven XD
Application Whitelist Application Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted OOC: I'm a rock and country, game loving, son of a gun, Period. IGN: Spartan214 Age: 16 (going on 17) Why do you want to play on this server?: A couple of my friends told me about this server, I felt left out a bit. I have played on tekkit and loved the guns on that, so I though: "eh, what the heck." Did you read the rules? Why wouldn't I? Yes, I have read and accepted your rules and I will obide by them. IC: Character Name: John Pike Character age: 23 RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): One day I was walking through the vault and I entered a building and saw something odd. A kid was laying on the floor. As still as a dead guy. I walked over and nudged him. "ARGH!" after a brief silence, and shock, he pointed to his leg. There was shrapnel in his leg. A person in the military, or someone who had a grenade must have done this. I bent down and inspected the shrapnel. It was lodged in between his tendons. I asked him to bite down on something. He took the nearest leg of a chair and placed it in his mouth. I spread the skin from his bone and placed my fingers in between his tendon and bone. In one vicious movement, I spread my fingers and yanked out the shrapnel. Blood began gushing everywere. So I quickly took off my shirt, then applied it to his leg, pressing down hard. I could see pain and agony in his eyes, as the tears poured down his face and onto the tile floor. The blood started to stop after a couple moments. After twenty minutes of keeping pressure on the wound, I taped the shirt to his leg with some of the duck tape from my survival kit. The kid thanked me when the pain had softened, and asked who I was. I told him, "I am a man with no home, no allegiance, and no care in the world. I cannot stay with you forever, however, I will help you to the next destination. Tell everyone you meet that there is good in the world, and not to look for it. Tell them, they can be the ones helping." I helped him up and we went, off to see the world, in its everlonged rampage of hatred and fear.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
John Pike is a twenty three year old wanderer who was born into a traveling family. He is five" nine', with black hair. His parents had walked for years after their town got raided and became overran. John had left his parents side when they joined a group of slave holders. He had wondered aimlessly from town to town, going from Iowa to go anywhere. John came across a city which only four buildings stood. He walked inside the nearest one and yelled out to see if anyone would answer, nothing. He looked in the second building and felt a bit of heat, looked to his right and saw a burnt out fire. John examined the red chars and decided that whoever was here had left or is hiding. About that time, he was knocked on the head and everything went black.
Awaking in agony, John was surprised to see that the person who hit him didn't chain him down. The shadowy figure was sitting everso peacefully in the corner. "Ya gave me quite a scare. Thought ya was one of those other types, but you, you have no weapons." John rose and felt the knot that had formed on his head, "Nice to meet you too?" The man chuckled and walked over. He was a short man, maybe five feet, five foot two. Brown hair, beard as white as snow; apart from being covered in ash. The man had a scar on his left eye, and his pupil was lighter than normal. "This place isn't a good place for wanderers, you best be on your way." John picked up his things, learning that if he isn't welcome, he should leave as fast as the wind. "Which way should I go?" John asked as he started to walk. "Off to your left, east, you may find something there." "Where?" The man kindly pointed, turned, and started to walk into another room. "California."
Yea I read on the page a little more and found the whitelisters thing, I've got to say XD you people are amazing at hiding things in text. One of you has to make contracts with people.
Application Whitelist Application Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted OOC: I'm a rock and country, game loving, son of a gun, Period. IGN: Spartan214 Age: 16 (going on 17) Why do you want to play on this server?: A couple of my friends told me about this server, I felt left out a bit. I have played on tekkit and loved the guns on that, so I though: "eh, what the heck." Did you read the rules? Why wouldn't I? You can't find the app essentials before reading the rules :3. Yes, I have read and accepted your rules and I will obide by them. IC: Character Name: John Pike Character age: 23 RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): One day I was walking through the vault and I entered a building and saw something odd. A kid was laying on the floor. As still as a dead guy. I walked over and nudged him. "ARGH!" after a brief silence, and shock, he pointed to his leg. There was shrapnel in his leg. A person in the military, or someone who had a grenade must have done this. I bent down and inspected the shrapnel. It was lodged in between his tendons. I asked him to bite down on something. He took the nearest leg of a chair and placed it in his mouth. I spread the skin from his bone and placed my fingers in between his tendon and bone. In one vicious movement, I spread my fingers and yanked out the shrapnel. Blood began gushing everywere. So I quickly took off my shirt, then applied it to his leg, pressing down hard. I could see pain and agony in his eyes, as the tears poured down his face and onto the tile floor. The blood started to stop after a couple moments. After twenty minutes of keeping pressure on the wound, I taped the shirt to his leg with some of the duck tape from my survival kit. The kid thanked me when the pain had softened, and asked who I was. I told him, "I am a man with no home, no allegiance, and no care in the world. I cannot stay with you forever, however, I will help you to the next destination. Tell everyone you meet that there is good in the world, and not to look for it. Tell them, they can be the ones helping." I helped him up and we went, off to see the world, in its everlonged rampage of hatred and fear. Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): John was a military officer during the apocalypse. He was learning latin at the time, but only learned a couple words. John was a sniper class Staff Sergeant. His wife died during a raid during the apocalypse and his son went missing. He knows his son is more than likely dead, but he was seventeen, and enrolled in the Navy. John was stripped of command when he shoved the barrel of his gun in the Captains face. John has been wondering for days trying to find a place to finally rest for a while, and help some people in need. Since then, John has wondered through three towns, fighting his way out the second one. He only killed three people, but inadvertently got seven people killed. John had saved two families, and one man during the hordes of raiding people. John is still walking, still searching, for the one place, he can call home.
Just pointing out a fail in the coding Mojang, When you break a book shelf... you get three bookshelves... right now my inventory is full of bookshelves when I legitly made only seven XD
right now my inventory is full of bookshelves when I legitly made only seven XD
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NavyBauer IGN: Zawaser Accepted (But look up powergaming one more time; on another note, your rp is a bit short, but it does lure me in... Good job with that)
XAjaxX IGN: Captain_Ajax Accepted (Your background story is really put out, great job)
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IGN: Spartan214
OOC (Out of Character)
Name: John Doe
Age: 29
How did you find us: My friend told me, youtube, I just came across it
Have you been on other Role-Play Servers: 3
Did you read the rules: Yes I have (read them)
Describe Power-Gaming(1-3 Sentences): (Look it up)
Describe Meta-Gaming(1-2 Sentences): (Look it up)
IC (In Character)
Character's Name: Sgt. Jack Brown
Nickname (Optional): Spaz
Character's Age: 35
RP Example (Dialogue): It was a small town, South of Iowa. The cool night's air mixed with dead corpes filled the air. Glass broken, Walls crumbled or blown to dust. I walked down the gravel road to the market where I heard a noise. Three men stood inside, huddling a small fire consisting of cardboard boxes and other materials they found. The food was depleated and I needed some, so I entered, silently. cautiously, I picked up a shard of glass, and an empty can. With the clash of the can at the far side of the store, two of them went to investigate while one protected the food. In a fluid motion, his life ended by the slice of the glass. Bleeding but silent, I quickly gathered all that I needed and fled before the others even reached the can. I set off North East, to where I heard there was shelter... New York. (Has to have dialogue)
Character's Backstory (1-2 Long Paragraphs): Jack is the son of a murderer, and an insane woman. He spent his life in a bunker where his dad had five guys to fetch his every need. But when his father thought it was time for Jack to become a man and live up to be like his father, he fled in hopes to find a better place. He was forced to kill for survival and won't hesitate to kill on sight. (Just a suggestion, make yours longer)
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What you need to do is plant two sapplings next to each other, grow one with bone meal, destroy the leaves above the other sappling, then grow that tree. If the sappling remains in the shade of the trees leaves, it will not grow to a big tree.
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Whitelist Application
Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted
OOC: I'm a rock and country, game loving, son of a gun, Period.
IGN: Spartan214
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Why do you want to play on this server?: A couple of my friends told me about this server, I felt left out a bit. I have played on tekkit and loved the guns on that, so I though: "eh, what the heck."
Did you read the rules? Why wouldn't I? Yes, I have read and accepted your rules and I will obide by them.
IC:
Character Name: John Pike
Character age: 23
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): One day I was walking through the vault and I entered a building and saw something odd. A kid was laying on the floor. As still as a dead guy. I walked over and nudged him. "ARGH!" after a brief silence, and shock, he pointed to his leg. There was shrapnel in his leg. A person in the military, or someone who had a grenade must have done this. I bent down and inspected the shrapnel. It was lodged in between his tendons. I asked him to bite down on something. He took the nearest leg of a chair and placed it in his mouth. I spread the skin from his bone and placed my fingers in between his tendon and bone. In one vicious movement, I spread my fingers and yanked out the shrapnel. Blood began gushing everywere. So I quickly took off my shirt, then applied it to his leg, pressing down hard. I could see pain and agony in his eyes, as the tears poured down his face and onto the tile floor. The blood started to stop after a couple moments. After twenty minutes of keeping pressure on the wound, I taped the shirt to his leg with some of the duck tape from my survival kit. The kid thanked me when the pain had softened, and asked who I was. I told him, "I am a man with no home, no allegiance, and no care in the world. I cannot stay with you forever, however, I will help you to the next destination. Tell everyone you meet that there is good in the world, and not to look for it. Tell them, they can be the ones helping." I helped him up and we went, off to see the world, in its everlonged rampage of hatred and fear.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
John Pike is a twenty three year old wanderer who was born into a traveling family. He is five" nine', with black hair. His parents had walked for years after their town got raided and became overran. John had left his parents side when they joined a group of slave holders. He had wondered aimlessly from town to town, going from Iowa to go anywhere. John came across a city which only four buildings stood. He walked inside the nearest one and yelled out to see if anyone would answer, nothing. He looked in the second building and felt a bit of heat, looked to his right and saw a burnt out fire. John examined the red chars and decided that whoever was here had left or is hiding. About that time, he was knocked on the head and everything went black.
Awaking in agony, John was surprised to see that the person who hit him didn't chain him down. The shadowy figure was sitting everso peacefully in the corner. "Ya gave me quite a scare. Thought ya was one of those other types, but you, you have no weapons." John rose and felt the knot that had formed on his head, "Nice to meet you too?" The man chuckled and walked over. He was a short man, maybe five feet, five foot two. Brown hair, beard as white as snow; apart from being covered in ash. The man had a scar on his left eye, and his pupil was lighter than normal. "This place isn't a good place for wanderers, you best be on your way." John picked up his things, learning that if he isn't welcome, he should leave as fast as the wind. "Which way should I go?" John asked as he started to walk. "Off to your left, east, you may find something there." "Where?" The man kindly pointed, turned, and started to walk into another room. "California."
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Whitelist Application
Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted
OOC: I'm a rock and country, game loving, son of a gun, Period.
IGN: Spartan214
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Why do you want to play on this server?: A couple of my friends told me about this server, I felt left out a bit. I have played on tekkit and loved the guns on that, so I though: "eh, what the heck."
Did you read the rules? Why wouldn't I? You can't find the app essentials before reading the rules :3. Yes, I have read and accepted your rules and I will obide by them.
IC:
Character Name: John Pike
Character age: 23
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): One day I was walking through the vault and I entered a building and saw something odd. A kid was laying on the floor. As still as a dead guy. I walked over and nudged him. "ARGH!" after a brief silence, and shock, he pointed to his leg. There was shrapnel in his leg. A person in the military, or someone who had a grenade must have done this. I bent down and inspected the shrapnel. It was lodged in between his tendons. I asked him to bite down on something. He took the nearest leg of a chair and placed it in his mouth. I spread the skin from his bone and placed my fingers in between his tendon and bone. In one vicious movement, I spread my fingers and yanked out the shrapnel. Blood began gushing everywere. So I quickly took off my shirt, then applied it to his leg, pressing down hard. I could see pain and agony in his eyes, as the tears poured down his face and onto the tile floor. The blood started to stop after a couple moments. After twenty minutes of keeping pressure on the wound, I taped the shirt to his leg with some of the duck tape from my survival kit. The kid thanked me when the pain had softened, and asked who I was. I told him, "I am a man with no home, no allegiance, and no care in the world. I cannot stay with you forever, however, I will help you to the next destination. Tell everyone you meet that there is good in the world, and not to look for it. Tell them, they can be the ones helping." I helped him up and we went, off to see the world, in its everlonged rampage of hatred and fear.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): John was a military officer during the apocalypse. He was learning latin at the time, but only learned a couple words. John was a sniper class Staff Sergeant. His wife died during a raid during the apocalypse and his son went missing. He knows his son is more than likely dead, but he was seventeen, and enrolled in the Navy. John was stripped of command when he shoved the barrel of his gun in the Captains face. John has been wondering for days trying to find a place to finally rest for a while, and help some people in need. Since then, John has wondered through three towns, fighting his way out the second one. He only killed three people, but inadvertently got seven people killed. John had saved two families, and one man during the hordes of raiding people. John is still walking, still searching, for the one place, he can call home.
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Hah! it would suck to be standing on a pressure pate and that block fall on you