Quote from Richaro
WHY HEERRRRRLLOOOOOOO THEEEERRRREE! EETS BBHEEN EH WHIILEH.
I EVER SO SLIGHTLY REMEMBER YOU
REFRESH MY MEMORY((ALSOO))
Out of Character
Minecraft account name: moon_stone
Country of residence and time zone: United States, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Role Playing is stepping in to someone else's/ a character's shoes and creating a story with other people.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I've been looking for a server, this one seems interesting.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: I have, but I am afraid I do not remember why.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: Yes.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: Of course.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: I am not the best at defining it, but I do have an example: 'Bob killed John' without giving a chance for self defense.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: It is when you give someone OOC information and they use it IC. Example: You told your friend about a vault you have full of goodies and that lot, and your friend goes there IC and uses the password you told them, as if they magically knew it.
Character name: Camille Lancaster
Your character's story so far: She was born shortly after the moon was split in to bits and the asteroids fell like rain. Her parents had both died long ago, when she was young. She was raised by her brother, Alfred, who did his best to teach Camille everything he knew about the land and his skills. They traveled often. She grew to be fast and strong, so she could help her brother. But Alfred soon fell ill, and passed away while she sat at his bed side.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: She used to travel with her brother, but he fell ill and passed away.
How old is your character?: 19
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: Camille has bright, natural orange hair that stops at her shoulders. She has bright, lively blue eyes. She stands tall, and is slim. She has little muscle, as she is a fast runner.
How does your character act?: Camille is energetic, and does her best to stay positive. Not a lot can ruin her mood.
Character's occupation: Nothing. She has a difficult time being able to feed herself.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Alfred taught her what he could about both, and she got quite good.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: She is strong, and extremely fast and agile.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: She fears, and hates spiders, and oblivion.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Home. It had always been just a word to her. A word that did not make sense, a word that did not fully exist in her mind. Her home had always been with her older brother Alfred. But now that he was ill, she hadn't any idea what she would do. There wasn't a doctor for miles... and she could not leave him.
"It's funny, Cami. I was always the one taking care of you," Alfred smiled over at her. He was so pale, his hair had already started to grey from the stress and hard work, his lips were blue. The sickly pale boy in front of her was nothing like her older brother, and yet, he was.
"It's time to return the favor, that's all," she replied, holding his hand.
"Even after all of this, you're all grown up. Would you kindly tell me if I did a good job, sis?"
"You did, Alfie."
"...I'm sorry," Alfred frowned.
"Don't start apologizing again," Camille tried her best to smile.
"No, I really mean it." He said. She could tell that he was already starting to pass out again.
"C'mon," she lightly slapped his cheek, "stay with me, here. Just a little longer, the doctor is on his way. Please, Alfie. Don't sleep yet."
"Sorry, sis, I'm tired.. Really, really tired.." he smiled, "take care, hun." Alfred closed his eyes.
"Alfie, come on." Camille said, her smile fading. She slapped his cheek again, "Alfie, come on. Wake up.. please wake up." And yet, he didn't wake. She sat there as the pain and realization hit her like a hurricane. Tears welled up, and fell. "Alfred Lancaster, wake up, god dammit!" She shouted, "Don't just sit there, answer me!" There couldn't have been any more air in the world at the time, and yet, she felt as if she was suffocating.
Anything else to add?: Eeeenope.
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://s799.beta.pho...html?sort=3&o=0