Please tell us your RP experience in detail and an overview of your bans. Thanks!
I've been in both The Lost Days RP and The Vault RP, aswell as other roleplaying servers (with a fantasy genre) like Asmalur - Land of the Dragon, Crafthammer, Eterra and various others.
I've only ever been banned once while playing on a roleplay server, the reason being sexist. The other two were use of bug abuse (cloning items back in the day of glitchy as hell pistons), and the inappropriate use of admin powers.
OOC IGN: CavDubstep First Name: Nic Gender: Male Age: 17 RP Experience: Notable Any bans: Yes, unfortunately. Beta Experience: Not too much, especially for a roleplay server. Have you read the rules: Frugal told me too. But I didn't wanna D: Fallout Experience: Vault RP, The Lost Days RP, and finished Fallout 3 a number of times. Define Powergaming: Being more powerful that you charater would, or would ever be. Define Metagaming: The acquiring of knowledge that you would otherwise not have.
IC Name: Cav Dubuste Gender: Male Age: 27 Vault Profession: Guard, or an expeditionist. Appearance: Auburn hair, with a large birthmark, that is often mistaken for a scar; located over his right eye. Muscular physique, and a average stature of 5 foot 9 inches. RP Example: Cav entered the overseers office, confused to why he had been summoned. "Come, sit down, Mr Dubuste." Said the overseer, one eye a milky white, blind. "I have a important task for you". Cav fidgeted uneasily; he had never been summoned by the overseer before. "W-What do you need, overseer?" Cav said, almost just a whisper. "Speak up boy!" The overseer had a barrage of spit launch from his mouth in such a manner, exploding was the only world that Cav would use to describe it. "I-I apologise, S-Sir. What do you require me to do?" Cav said, his voice much louder this time. "I need you to go to the infirmary, and bring Miss Stuggio to me. If you wouldn't mind, of course." The overseer said, sleezily. "My sister?" Questioned Cav. "What do you want of her?" The overseer sat quietly for a moment, guiding one of his hands through his slick jet black hair. "Nothing, Mr. Dubuste. Please, go and get your sister." Cav clenched his fists, trying to suppress his arising anger. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH MY SISTER, YOU ?" Cav shouted, his own mouth exploding with saliva. Cav reached forward, grabbing the overseer's collar, his face turning white with fear. "I'll have your head for this, Dubuste!" Cav's eyes were filled with anger, he grabbed the baton and his side, and struck the overseer in the side of the head. He fell backwards, landing on his chair, and slowly then collapsing onto the ground. A small trickle of blood appeared from the blow. Dubuste didn't worry if he was dead, or unconscious. "DO NOT TOUCH ME SISTER!" Cav said, a trio of guards entering the office, one holding a rifle, two others with hands on there pistols, their other hands on their batons. Cav dropped the baton, getting on his knees, placing his hands behind his head. The guard with the rifle pointed the gun at Cav, from the door. The two pistol toting guards maneuvered around Cav, one of them equipping some handcuffs, cuffing Cav tightly. The other went around to the bloodied Overseer. He leant down, feeling for a pulse. "Get a doctor up here, the overseer is injured. Critically." Character Bio: Cav was always a interesting study for the teachers in his vault. He showed notable physical ability, aswell as mental willpower, and a divinity to solve social problems, but in his early teen years, he was diagnosed with bipolar, leaving Cav prone to outbursts of rage, and occasionally violence. By the time he was twenty, he had spent an accumulated 12 months in the cells rehabilitating from these outbreaks of violence. Cav grew up as a hard man, cold, sometimes cruel. His father had died of a mysterious lung infection, his mother estranged and almost restricted totally to the infirmary. Due to Cav's emotion disability, he had no betrothed, and his friends marrying and focusing on a family. Cav retained as a guard, using the baton and pistol given as a way of letting out his bottled up emotions caused by the bipolar syndrome. He is still a guard, and is looking for medications, abnormal or normal, dangerous or harmless to help Cav with his rage.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:The forcing of roleplay that gives person more power than another without reason
What is the definition of “Metagaming”? The possession of in-character information that your character has not gained through in-character methods or unrealistic capacity.
What is the definition of “Roleplay” The playing of a role unlike the original role of the person.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character? In the engagement of CvC, the defeated may die.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When a person uses '()' surrounding their sentence.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Not many have the ability of magic, as magical abilities fade once an mage has entered the caves.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The viciousness of the apocalypse rendered much of the world inhospitable, with the caves being areas that are the most capable of supportng life
What are the Shrines: Shrines are magical formations that give beneficial perks towards the faction that holds ownership over it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Several fantasy roleplaying servers, fallout servers, and RP Jail servers. Never quite received staff positions throughout any of them.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
- Eterra, left due to it making changes to it, providing a non-fun experience
- Crafthammer, left due to being banned for slanderous remarks, a mistake well learnt.
- Fallout: New Vegas, left due to inactivity and dedication to other servers.
- Asmalur, left due to server constantly outdated.
Character Information
Name: Titan Orstan
Age: 32
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Javil
Class: Juggernaut
Physical description: Tall, and well built. About 6 feet 2 inches tall, and a formidable body strength.
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner: Titan was born in a small occult community in Javil, in which a person's name is not given until they reached age. 13 years for girls, and 16 years for men. Before these ages, a child's name is based upon there father's name. Titan's father, Reicho, was a man a tall man of slow wits, but of strong body, and due to the community he lived in, before his 16th birthday, Titan was called Young Reicho.
When Titan became old enough to earn his name, his community elders named him Titan, in accordance to his large build. He took his father's last name of Orstan as his family name.
In the summer of Titan's 17th birth-year, his Javil village was besieged with a horrific drought. The old, young and weak died from malnutrition, thirst or starvation, other's left the community, looking for better ends. In this great famine, Titan lost his mother, Frenak, and his father, Reicho left for better fortune. Titan, old enough to make his own independant decisions, left the province of Javil to obtain mercenary work in the frantic lands of Khazi-Un.
Khazi-Un provided experience to Titan, giving him military service that has provided defence for him on many occasions. Although generally a passive-aggressive individual, his combat style, one of large defensive maneuvers (Juggernaut class), proved favorable for high-priority sell-shield jobs. Titan worked as a sell-shield to several Horium diplomats visiting Khazi-Un, and out of the seven shield jobs he did, only two of the seven he failed to protect. Due to this large success, Titan gained a mediocre status among mercenary countries in Javil.
After many years continuing his various mercenary jobs, the apocalypse occured, providing a big change to Titan's life. For the immediate aftermath of the event, Titan stayed humble in various nomadic caravans that came and left Roland's Basin, and as these caravans were attacked more and more by rogue bandits, or malicious monsters, Titan became more and more aggressive towards bandits and monsters. As a result, Titan earned a named as being a vigilante for the people of Roland's Basin. Thinking himself as a figure of neutrality between bandits, con-artists and criminals, and guards, sell-swords and benevolent citizens, Titan started on creating his own Roland's Basin orientated mercenary company.
The objective of this mercenary company being that if you're paid to do something, you do it, no questions asked. Titan's company grew small, gaining a peak of 13 sell-swords. After one big client coming in to provide a expedition into the Caves, and then most of the mercenaries returning, Titan's company went bankrupt, leaving Titan without a home, and without a job.
Titan began to wander Roland's Basin, gaining a favor for gambling, he lost all his personal items; his weapons, armor and wealth. As a result, Titan was left with nothing.
Two nights after losing his last iron gauntlet, Titan decided to make change, and began to change his aspects of his life around.
What happens next shall be decided in-game.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To control Roland's Basin's military assets, and to acquire one of the most influential independent mercenary companies.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):Large upper body strength, enough to be a formidable adversary in unarmed brawls.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Terrible fear of heights, and fear of losing personal items.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Shadow Wing
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): N/A
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl. Titan: Let go of the girl, oafs, and you may yet live
*Titan flexes his hand, somewhat making his gloves more visible, boasting of the three sharp spikes at the knuckles* Thug1: Or what? Gonna try and bust my skull, are ya'? *The first thug laughs, pulling out a long knife, he holds it against the young girls throat* Thug2: Woah, blades are a bit too much for me! *The second thug flees down the street of the undercity, turning at a distant corner.* Thug1: Walk away big boy, or the girl gets it! *The thug presses blade harder against the girls throat* Titan: Then I guess we'll have a problem won't we? *Titan steps forward, raising his fist quickly, and bringing his fist down, in a saddle punch, into the top thug's head, busting over his skull. Thug1: *Falls back from the blow, his grip tightening on the girls next, the knife biting into her skin, slitting her throat. Both him, and the girl fall to the ground, lifeless.* You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement. Titan: *Stumbles into a hut on the outskirts of the town, a old lady taking care of her house.* Please, food, please.
Woman: Egbere! Egbere! *A large man, holding a meat cleaver steps out of hut, looking at the woman, the woman pointing at Titan.*
Egbere: Well, Well, Well, What do we have here?
Titan: Food, please. *Titan falls, the exhaustion brought on by food deprivation too much*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Titan: Mack, go to the cart, and bring this man a loaf of bread. *Mack, a mercenary with Titan goes to the cart trailing behind them, bringing out In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother. (Titan's mother died before he was 18 years old)
Titan: *Titan sits at a table with his mother, Titan is merely a young boy, only 12 years old.*
Drunk1: Hey, beautiful *the man lets out a large burp* wanna rumble?
Titan's mother: No, I have my son with me.
Titan: Watch your mouth, or i'll give ya' a good one.
Drunk2: *bursts into laughter, falling off his chair, spilling his beverage onto the first drunk*
Drunk1: *Stands up off his chair, kicking the second drunk in the ribs, a audible crack filling the tavern*
Titan: *Titan helps his mother out of her chair, both of them quickly leaving the establishment before trouble happened to them both.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Titan: Excuse me, ma'am, where did you get that necklace?
Woman: I, uh, was... a gift from my late mother.
Titan: Oh? By any chance, would it be for sale?
Woman: No sorry, but contact Arbor, the silvermonger, he will surely create you a broach, or circlet for a reasonable price. *The woman, then rudely walks away from Titan*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Oddly no, some servers leave out a part of there lore, or server that I am curious upon. Everything in the post has provided the answers that I would of otherwise asked.
Other notes: "Secret Underground Melon Farms" are one of my annoying habits.
Ign: CavDubstep
Age: 17
Why us?: As stated in one of the first sentences of the server; this server appears to be the most accurate server dedicated to Fallout roleplay. I'm a fan of the Fallout Universe, although finishing neither Fallout 3, or Fallout: New Vegas, I feel as if I have a novice understanding of whats 'going on'.
Did you read the rules?: Of course. SAVE THE MOJAVE!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): 8/10
IC:
Name: Cav Dubuste
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Skills: Strong upper body strength
Personality: Rude, Manipulative
Looks: Tanned and Poorly shaven
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Cav was raised by a pair of travellers on one of the many caravan's travelling the Mojave wastes. Tasked often with carrying the supplies of the caravan up and down the line of carts, old cars, and animals; this led to Cav acquiring formidable upper body strength; as a con to this, Cav quickly became bored, and got into fighting with the other travellers, developing a rude and obnoxious attitude.
The caravan that Cav travelled with, relied on a small group of there personnel called the Forerunners. The Forerunners were tasked with scouting ahead of the caravan, and to each of it's flanks; to assess the area, and to warn of any danger. Cav; always a eager young man, volunteered for forerunner duty, given a large machete, and a old revolver, he went out to scout for the caravan.
Upon return to his mobile home, he found the wreckage of half the caravan, the remaining carts, carts which wreckage was no where to be seen, were missing.
Cav now searches for these caravans.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Cav pushes open the door to the bar, the hinges of western style doors opening and closing rapidly. "What can I get ye'?" The old coot of a barman says, spitting saliva onto a glass, rubbing it clean. Cav grunts, uninterested in the barman, the offer of beverages, even the majority of the patrons in the bar.
Cav's gaze moves to the left hand corner of the bar, in a car cutout, to become a booth seat. He sat there, One Eyed Bill; a man whom was responsible for Cav's caravan (read bio). Cav approached the One Eyed bandit; the accomplice of Bill calmly placing his hand over the old shotgun that rests across his lap. Bill raises his head, looking through his monocle that covers his only healthy eye. "What can I do for you, stranger?"
Cav smiled, placing his hand on the hips, slowly moving his hand behind to his back, of which a holster that holds the revolver that was commissioned to Cav upon volunteering for forerunner duty in his caravan.
"I require nothing of you"
Cav removes his left hand from his hip, clipping the one eyed bandit's accomplice across the face, then reaching for his shotgun, placing it under his chin, and blasting his jaw off. Bill sat stunned, his mouth gaping, the blood of his accomplice splattered lightly over his face. "Wha.. Wha.. what do you want?"
"I want your head." Cav removed the machete clasped to his thigh, raising it high, bringing it down onto the collar bone of Bill; blood spurting over the bar.
Meanwhile, the barman stood behind Cav.
"Get out!" The barman says, timidly, cocking his 9mm pistol.
Cav nodded to the barman, looking over the crumpled corpse of Bill, and the ghastly face of the accomplice, satisfied Cav leaves.
Minecraft IGN: CavDubstep
Age: 17
Have you been banned on another server before?: Twice, on two separate servers.
Why?(Answer only if yes to above question): Aggression and disrespect shown to staff members
OOC In game name: CavDubstep Age: 17 Country or timezone: AEST (GMT +10) Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: Fallout 3, and a little of New Vegas Have you read the rules?: Sure did. Why do you want to play on this server?: My friend, SamieltheMDS referred me from the VaultRP server.
IC: Name: Cav_Dubuste
RP Example: Cav shuffled the cards quickly, eyeing the two scavengers sitting across the table, he quickly dealt the cards, giving two each, standard poker rules.
"Check" The Scavenger to the left said. "Check" spat the other scavenger.
Cav smiled, peering at his cards, he silently jeered, not allowing himself to spoil his poker face, he had a Ace, and a 2, a poor hand. He reluctantly muttered: "Check".
The Scavenger to the left stood up, "You! You cheated!" looking towards the other scavenger.
Cav let out a sigh, looking to the dispute. "Gentlemen, Gentlemen. Sit down. Or i'll have my, good friend" withdrawing a good condition revolver from his waist, then placing it on the table. "Show you to the door. The door, being a early grave. Six-feet-under."
Age: 32 Character biography: Cav was brought up in the Glitz and Glamour of New Chicago. His father, a wealthy man earning most of his money through constructing the cities Securiton bots, despite having a reasonable amount of money, his father was a gambler, a heavy gamble; Using gambling as a anti-depressant after his wife, and Cav's mother passed.
At the age of 17, after 12 years of Cav's fathers heavy gambling, Cav's father blew it, all his money exhausted. The securiton bots, and administration of New Chicago then had no use for Cav's father. They evicted Cav and his father, with nothing more than the clothes on there back.
Cav and his father, for 10 years, travelled the wastes. Going as far as San Francisco, or what was left of it. There they met a local band of scavengers, accepting Cav and his father into the ranks.
Cav now classifed a scavenger and looter, went on many raids on the San Francisco region, earning a name for himself, although, returning to the scavenger basecamp, Cav found it destroyed, small fires smouldering everywhere, blood, gore and bodies here and there.
Cav searched that ground for hours, looking for his father, hoping, praying that his father was still alive.
He was not able to locate him.
5 years after his father went missing, Cav wandered back to New Chicago, on hope of finding work, to fund a search for his father, as Cav was ever reluctant to admit that his father was gone.
That search for work, starts now.
*CUE ROLEPLAYING*
Why do you want to play on this server?: I'm a fan of both the Fallout universe, aswell as minecraft roleplaying; and i'd enjoy having both played simultaneously.
Did you read the rules? Yes
IC:
Character Name: Cav_Dubuste
Character age: 32
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): Cav moved waringly through the marsh, fidgeting with the cleaver strapped to his thigh. "Where do you think they are, Dubuste?" Another looter named Joffrey called. "They.. they must of ran.."
Cav looked swiftly to the left. He whistled to Joffrey, pointing towards the shrubs. Joffrey, now brandishing his revolver, walked slowly to the shrubs, pushing them back, behind; a small child, no older than 4.
"Ay! Cav! We gotta' bumpkin over 'ere."
Cav grunted loudly, now holding his cleaver, he walked towards Joffrey and looked at the child. "What is your name child?"
The Child stuttering, "My name is Ares! I am named after the old god's god of War!"
"God of War ay? Ha! He'll be a funny thing to play around with. Joffrey bound him, and 'carry him" Cav spat.
Joffrey pulled out several cable tires, then proceeding to bound the child.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs) Cav Dubuste, was born in the outskirts of San Francisco, his parents both looters and guns-for-hire. At the age of 19, Cav, was blessed a profound ability of having a 'snakes tongue' (speech) was often used as a interrogator for hire, getting some renown of knowing how to worm his way into a victims insanity via a various amount of humane and inhumane methods.
However, all good things end, the San Francisco Republic sent several mercenaries to seize Cav's father, Calogero, kill the rest of his family and community. Almost the entirety of Cav's family and village died, and the remaining survivors, (Cav and two others) were captured and taken to a S.F.R camp, they were treated as slaves there.
The Enclave, seemingly to know everything, heard of the capture of Cav and his two colleagues, and the Enclave started negotiations to have 'custody' of Cav. The S.F.R, conservative to negotiations, refused to give up any of there prisoners, and decided to take Cav to S.F.R territory in San Francisco.
As the Caravan, holding Cav and the other prisoners was heading towards San Francisco, a rogue band of Mutants attacked the caravan, however, for the luck of Cav and the others, the Mutants had horrible sense of smell and hearing, and only relied on there sight, and the prisoners, guards and others in the caravans were incognito and left alone. All others were massacred.
The band of prisoners, now free of there captors, left the caravan and went there own separate ways.
[This is where my role-playing in the server will take place!]
Whats RP?: Role-playing, the activity you take place of reacquiring a different role, and playing that role.
Whats Meta-gaming: The knowledge or ability of something you wouldn't have. e.g. Hearing something OOC, then using it in IC context
Whats Power-Gaming: The unsporting type of gaming where you focus on gaining power, usually deriving the game of any fun, and using little roleplaying. E.g. The assumption that your character is invisible due to your skin.
IC (IN CHARACTER)
Name: Cav_Dubuste
Age: 32
Fears: Loss of Personal Items, Claustophobia
Faction: Thieves
Skills: Manipulation, basic self defence
RP Example: Cav moved into the alley way, pulling his hood over his head "Dubuste! Is that you?" A voice called from the right. Cav cocked his head to the right, gazing at a man, crouched, and smoking a pipe. "Aye, it is you Dubuste, c'mere. I have something for Mr Punchinello." Cav moved cautiously towards the man, waringly placing two fingers on his long, sleek steel knife. "What do you have for me 'old man'? And how are you aware of my name?" Cav Spat. "I know many things, my dear boy, now take this package to Mr Punchinello, tell him Peliano brings peace!" Cav flipped the small package received from the old coot over, examining the parcel, Cav, looked up, seeing the man gone, looking around, and finally up, he saw a foot scrambel onto the roof.
A half smile on his face, Cav smirked "Assassins.."
Skin [a picture of one you have]: I'll have it uploaded shortly. Sorry for any inconvience!
Backstory [2 LONG paragraphs]: Cav Dubuste was raised from a port cities middle class Merchanting family, mainly living off his mother's parents money. Cav, born and raised in the business, was regularly used to courier items across the city. After doing this for many years, Cav became aware of his quick pace, his profound climbing ability and his love of trouble.
On a summer night, the city was in uproar, a local politician was killed, and most citizens were rioting. At an attempt of escaping, the family was caught in the ferocity of the rioting. Citizens against Guards. Neighbour against Neighbour. Brother against Brother. Much blood was spilt, and amongst that, Cav's brother.
After a swift leave of Cav's father to venice, Cav's mother, a previously strong-willed woman lost the drive to live. She was inducted into a insane asylum in Venice, funded by his father. Cav now, estranged, and at the age of 18, left his city, heading to the capital, begging for food, often astounded at the events taking place around him, seeing a number of white hooded men and women, with knives coming from there hands, Cav believed they had sorcery behind them, despite these ellusive men and women, another faction caught the eye of Cav, a group of motley men and woman, with various clothes, and much less hardware among on them. They were the thieves. Cav now had the devotion to join these 'thieves', and since he had had a life of working (alongside his parents) he wanted a change of action.
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EDIT: Changed the course of action of removing Cav's family from his adventures. I have no wish to have any family to start off with, and only to develop them in game. Who knows? Someone may wish to be my insane mother.
Whats RP?: Role-playing, the activity you take place of reacquiring a different role, and playing that role.
Whats Meta-gaming: The knowledge or ability of something you wouldn't have. e.g. Hearing something OOC, then using it in IC context
Whats Power-Gaming: The unsporting type of gaming where you focus on gaining power, usually deriving the game of any fun, and using little roleplaying. E.g. The assumption that your character is invisible due to your skin.
IC (IN CHARACTER)
Name: Cav_Dubuste
Age: 32
Fears: Loss of Personal Items, Claustophobia
Faction: Thieves
Skills: Manipulation, basic self defence
RP Example: Cav moved into the alley way, pulling his hood over his head "Dubuste! Is that you?" A voice called from the right. Cav cocked his head to the right, gazing at a man, crouched, and smoking a pipe. "Aye, it is you Dubuste, c'mere. I have something for Mr Punchinello." Cav moved cautiously towards the man, waringly placing two fingers on his long, sleek steel knife. "What do you have for me 'old man'? And how are you aware of my name?" Cav Spat. "I know many things, my dear boy, now take this package to Mr Punchinello, tell him Peliano brings peace!" Cav flipped the small package received from the old coot over, examining the parcel, Cav, looked up, seeing the man gone, looking around, and finally up, he saw a foot scrambel onto the roof.
A half smile on his face, Cav smirked "Assassins.."
Skin [a picture of one you have]: I'll have it uploaded shortly. Sorry for any inconvience!
Backstory [2 LONG paragraphs]: Cav Dubuste was raised from a port cities middle class Merchanting family, mainly living off his mother's parents money. Cav, born and raised in the business, was regularly used to courier items across the city. After doing this for many years, Cav became aware of his quick pace, his profound climbing ability and his love of trouble.
On a summer night, the city was in uproar, a local politician was killed, and most citizens were rioting. At an attempt of escaping, the family was caught in the ferocity of the rioting. Citizens against Guards. Neighbour against Neighbour. Brother against Brother. Much blood was spilt, and amongst that, Cav's brother.
After a swift leave of Cav's father to venice, Cav's mother, a previously strong-willed woman lost the drive to live. She was inducted into a insane asylum in Venice, funded by his father. Cav now, estranged, and at the age of 18, left his city, heading to the capital, begging for food, often astounded at the events taking place around him, seeing a number of white hooded men and women, with knives coming from there hands, Cav believed they had sorcery behind them, despite these ellusive men and women, another faction caught the eye of Cav, a group of motley men and woman, with various clothes, and much less hardware among on them. They were the thieves. Cav now had the devotion to join these 'thieves', and since he had had a life of working (alongside his parents) he wanted a change of action.
also what does spoutcraft help do i mean what happens if i dont get it? sorry fr being such a bother i dont know much about these plugins/ awesome servers. i ussually just play skyrim and simpler minecraft servers
IGN (Minecraft Name): CavDubstep Age: 17 Have you played any Technic Pack mods before? Briefly, and only for Singleplayer Have you ever been banned before? (Be honest, being banned may not disqualify you, lieing will). Yes, banned. For badmouthing a admin :/ What do you want to get out of this server? Experience in Technic servers aswell as a fun time. Anything else? Nope :-)
- In-game Username: CavDubstep - Age: 17
- Have you read the rules?: Sure did!
- Why do you want to join the server?: I enjoy survival! And I enjoy Minecraft! - Interests: Mining, Redstone, having fun!
- Any questions or concerns?: Not yet :-)
OOC IGN - CavDubstep Age - 17 Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 6-24 hours. Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No, and Yes. What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information Why do you want to join our server? - I'm a keen player of Roleplaying server, I enjoy them more than any other genre of servers. They're quickpaced, have a political and economical side to it, and most of all, they're very, very, very fun!
IC Name - Atlas Race - Nord Age - 38 Gender - Male RP example - *Atlas turns to his great anvil, raising his hammer over his shoulder; though as he is about to bring the hammer down onto the semi-melted ebony, a guardsman comes in* Guardsman: "Atlas, the Jarl wishes to speak" Atlas: "I speak on my own terms, pawn. Send this to him" *Atlas places his bedpan onto the table, separating him and the guard* *The Guard quickly scurries out* Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Atlas Thunborg, a blacksmith, lover of drinking, and a man with ambitions. He was born on the outskirts of Windhelm, the blistering cold bringing misfortune to him and his family. Atlas had to constantly shepard his families livestock around, facing the full viciousness of the storm, and whilst out with his father sheparding, white beasts (Frost Trolls) came to attack him, his father, and his livestock. Most of the livestock were butchered, torn limb from limb, the surviving livestock fleeing. Atlas, his dagger sheathed in the white beast blood. "A....A...Atlas!" It was Atlas's father, a large gash, across his chest, to his groin. Atlas quickly ran towards his incapacitated father, kneeling over him, he quickly looked around, hoping to see healing herbs. He found none.
Then they arrived, men in clothes, with skeletons on there chests. A dark group of men, a group of a dark, menacing brotherhood. They burst into the funeral of Atlas's father, brandishing various weapons; short swords, broad swords, knifes, bows, some even wielding fire in there palms. They quickly went towards Atlas's uncle, surrounding him, raising there weapons, striking the elderly man down, his blood splattering the assailants aswell as the closest of bystanders.
Atlas's cousin, Hrothgar (Named after High Hrothgar), a adolescent -barely 20- bellowed, sprinting towards the assassins. He tackled into a hooded female, both of them falling to the ground, her knife sticking into Hrothgar's torso, but as she hit the ground; her head smashed into the ground, creating a violent crack, her eyes lulled into her head. Hrothgar, now very still ontop of her, blood pooling from the wound.
That was 15 years ago. Atlas has nothing now. Nothing but the clothes on his back, and his newly found fondness of blacksmithing. He heads to Whiterun, hoping to learn from the Companions, how to be the greatest blacksmith in all of Tamriel.
IGN: CavDubstep
Name: Nic
Age: 17
Location: Sydney, Australia
Desired Faction: RedF
Why You Want to Join The Server(NEW): Roleplaying servers are my most favorite genre of servers, and this one in particular has been recommended by several friends. I'm fond to join!
In Game Character Main Desire: To gain wealth of massive proportions, To control the trading world. Through any way necessary.
In Game Character Name: Atlas
In Game Character Element: Fire / / / SubElement: Earth
In Game Roleplay Example: *Atlas pushes the door aside* JOSEPH! Where is my money? *Atlas placing his hand to his broadsword; strapped to his muscled back, he gently touches the hilt, getting ready to draw* Ye' have 25 seconds Joseph, or this 'ere sword's going through ye' 'ead. You hear?!
First Thing Your Going To Do Ingame: I'd hopefully like to match up with my friends in RedF and get some wealth together, getting to know the casuals and admins would be great to. Reputation is everything :-)
In Game Name: CavDubstep
Location: Australia
Age: 17
Why do you want to join our server?: I was in the old server, and I liked it.
How will you benefit our server?: What I always try to commit to the server, good roleplaying experiences.
Do you understand the rules?: Yeah :smile.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Atlas
Character Age: 38
Race: Gaian
Class: Laborer
Worship (if any): Helo
Faction: The Iron Horns
Character Appearance: A big, bushy bearch, with a pair of goggles on the head. He wears overalls type clothing.
Character Background Story: Atlas was the son of a cartographer, but his fathers business never picked up, rendering his family into poverty. Atlas was always working, always working for bread on the table, he learned the arts of able to remove soil and stone, carving great quarries and mines, bringing hoped riches to his heritage.
After a nearby magma source broke open his quarry, killing two of his friends, and burning his right arm, he withdrew from mining and excavating, hoping that doing so; he could make work elsewhere, providing items to his people, and bolstering his wealth.
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I've been in both The Lost Days RP and The Vault RP, aswell as other roleplaying servers (with a fantasy genre) like Asmalur - Land of the Dragon, Crafthammer, Eterra and various others.
I've only ever been banned once while playing on a roleplay server, the reason being sexist. The other two were use of bug abuse (cloning items back in the day of glitchy as hell pistons), and the inappropriate use of admin powers.
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IGN: CavDubstep
First Name: Nic
Gender: Male
Age: 17
RP Experience: Notable
Any bans: Yes, unfortunately.
Beta Experience: Not too much, especially for a roleplay server.
Have you read the rules: Frugal told me too. But I didn't wanna D:
Fallout Experience: Vault RP, The Lost Days RP, and finished Fallout 3 a number of times.
Define Powergaming: Being more powerful that you charater would, or would ever be.
Define Metagaming: The acquiring of knowledge that you would otherwise not have.
IC
Name: Cav Dubuste
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Vault Profession: Guard, or an expeditionist.
Appearance: Auburn hair, with a large birthmark, that is often mistaken for a scar; located over his right eye. Muscular physique, and a average stature of 5 foot 9 inches.
RP Example: Cav entered the overseers office, confused to why he had been summoned. "Come, sit down, Mr Dubuste." Said the overseer, one eye a milky white, blind. "I have a important task for you". Cav fidgeted uneasily; he had never been summoned by the overseer before. "W-What do you need, overseer?" Cav said, almost just a whisper. "Speak up boy!" The overseer had a barrage of spit launch from his mouth in such a manner, exploding was the only world that Cav would use to describe it. "I-I apologise, S-Sir. What do you require me to do?" Cav said, his voice much louder this time. "I need you to go to the infirmary, and bring Miss Stuggio to me. If you wouldn't mind, of course." The overseer said, sleezily. "My sister?" Questioned Cav. "What do you want of her?" The overseer sat quietly for a moment, guiding one of his hands through his slick jet black hair. "Nothing, Mr. Dubuste. Please, go and get your sister." Cav clenched his fists, trying to suppress his arising anger. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH MY SISTER, YOU ?" Cav shouted, his own mouth exploding with saliva. Cav reached forward, grabbing the overseer's collar, his face turning white with fear. "I'll have your head for this, Dubuste!" Cav's eyes were filled with anger, he grabbed the baton and his side, and struck the overseer in the side of the head. He fell backwards, landing on his chair, and slowly then collapsing onto the ground. A small trickle of blood appeared from the blow. Dubuste didn't worry if he was dead, or unconscious. "DO NOT TOUCH ME SISTER!" Cav said, a trio of guards entering the office, one holding a rifle, two others with hands on there pistols, their other hands on their batons. Cav dropped the baton, getting on his knees, placing his hands behind his head. The guard with the rifle pointed the gun at Cav, from the door. The two pistol toting guards maneuvered around Cav, one of them equipping some handcuffs, cuffing Cav tightly. The other went around to the bloodied Overseer. He leant down, feeling for a pulse. "Get a doctor up here, the overseer is injured. Critically."
Character Bio: Cav was always a interesting study for the teachers in his vault. He showed notable physical ability, aswell as mental willpower, and a divinity to solve social problems, but in his early teen years, he was diagnosed with bipolar, leaving Cav prone to outbursts of rage, and occasionally violence. By the time he was twenty, he had spent an accumulated 12 months in the cells rehabilitating from these outbreaks of violence. Cav grew up as a hard man, cold, sometimes cruel. His father had died of a mysterious lung infection, his mother estranged and almost restricted totally to the infirmary. Due to Cav's emotion disability, he had no betrothed, and his friends marrying and focusing on a family. Cav retained as a guard, using the baton and pistol given as a way of letting out his bottled up emotions caused by the bipolar syndrome. He is still a guard, and is looking for medications, abnormal or normal, dangerous or harmless to help Cav with his rage.
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IGN: CavDubstep
Real-Life Age: 17
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot):
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
What is the definition of “Powergaming”?:The forcing of roleplay that gives person more power than another without reason
What is the definition of “Metagaming”? The possession of in-character information that your character has not gained through in-character methods or unrealistic capacity.
What is the definition of “Roleplay” The playing of a role unlike the original role of the person.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character? In the engagement of CvC, the defeated may die.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When a person uses '()' surrounding their sentence.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?: Yes.
Who is allowed to use magic?: Not many have the ability of magic, as magical abilities fade once an mage has entered the caves.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?: The viciousness of the apocalypse rendered much of the world inhospitable, with the caves being areas that are the most capable of supportng life
What are the Shrines: Shrines are magical formations that give beneficial perks towards the faction that holds ownership over it.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?: Several fantasy roleplaying servers, fallout servers, and RP Jail servers. Never quite received staff positions throughout any of them.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
- Eterra, left due to it making changes to it, providing a non-fun experience
- Crafthammer, left due to being banned for slanderous remarks, a mistake well learnt.
- Fallout: New Vegas, left due to inactivity and dedication to other servers.
- Asmalur, left due to server constantly outdated.
Character Information
Name: Titan Orstan
Age: 32
Race or Nationality (Javil, Horium, Ragnau or Khazi-Un): Javil
Class: Juggernaut
Physical description: Tall, and well built. About 6 feet 2 inches tall, and a formidable body strength.
Screen capture of your skin: I've never found submitting screen captures to work, so i'll post a link to the planet minecraft page: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/scavenger-contest-skin-alt/
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner: Titan was born in a small occult community in Javil, in which a person's name is not given until they reached age. 13 years for girls, and 16 years for men. Before these ages, a child's name is based upon there father's name. Titan's father, Reicho, was a man a tall man of slow wits, but of strong body, and due to the community he lived in, before his 16th birthday, Titan was called Young Reicho.
When Titan became old enough to earn his name, his community elders named him Titan, in accordance to his large build. He took his father's last name of Orstan as his family name.
In the summer of Titan's 17th birth-year, his Javil village was besieged with a horrific drought. The old, young and weak died from malnutrition, thirst or starvation, other's left the community, looking for better ends. In this great famine, Titan lost his mother, Frenak, and his father, Reicho left for better fortune. Titan, old enough to make his own independant decisions, left the province of Javil to obtain mercenary work in the frantic lands of Khazi-Un.
Khazi-Un provided experience to Titan, giving him military service that has provided defence for him on many occasions. Although generally a passive-aggressive individual, his combat style, one of large defensive maneuvers (Juggernaut class), proved favorable for high-priority sell-shield jobs. Titan worked as a sell-shield to several Horium diplomats visiting Khazi-Un, and out of the seven shield jobs he did, only two of the seven he failed to protect. Due to this large success, Titan gained a mediocre status among mercenary countries in Javil.
After many years continuing his various mercenary jobs, the apocalypse occured, providing a big change to Titan's life. For the immediate aftermath of the event, Titan stayed humble in various nomadic caravans that came and left Roland's Basin, and as these caravans were attacked more and more by rogue bandits, or malicious monsters, Titan became more and more aggressive towards bandits and monsters. As a result, Titan earned a named as being a vigilante for the people of Roland's Basin. Thinking himself as a figure of neutrality between bandits, con-artists and criminals, and guards, sell-swords and benevolent citizens, Titan started on creating his own Roland's Basin orientated mercenary company.
The objective of this mercenary company being that if you're paid to do something, you do it, no questions asked. Titan's company grew small, gaining a peak of 13 sell-swords. After one big client coming in to provide a expedition into the Caves, and then most of the mercenaries returning, Titan's company went bankrupt, leaving Titan without a home, and without a job.
Titan began to wander Roland's Basin, gaining a favor for gambling, he lost all his personal items; his weapons, armor and wealth. As a result, Titan was left with nothing.
Two nights after losing his last iron gauntlet, Titan decided to make change, and began to change his aspects of his life around.
What happens next shall be decided in-game.
What is your character’s main goal? (Motivation): To control Roland's Basin's military assets, and to acquire one of the most influential independent mercenary companies.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):Large upper body strength, enough to be a formidable adversary in unarmed brawls.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality): Terrible fear of heights, and fear of losing personal items.
Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?: Shadow Wing
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See “Character Linking Aid”. Please post a link to the topic.): N/A
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.Your ICRs will be used to see how well you can RP. Please post them as if in IC chat. An example can be found after this form.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
Titan: Let go of the girl, oafs, and you may yet live
*Titan flexes his hand, somewhat making his gloves more visible, boasting of the three sharp spikes at the knuckles*
Thug1: Or what? Gonna try and bust my skull, are ya'? *The first thug laughs, pulling out a long knife, he holds it against the young girls throat*
Thug2: Woah, blades are a bit too much for me! *The second thug flees down the street of the undercity, turning at a distant corner.*
Thug1: Walk away big boy, or the girl gets it! *The thug presses blade harder against the girls throat*
Titan: Then I guess we'll have a problem won't we? *Titan steps forward, raising his fist quickly, and bringing his fist down, in a saddle punch, into the top thug's head, busting over his skull.
Thug1: *Falls back from the blow, his grip tightening on the girls next, the knife biting into her skin, slitting her throat. Both him, and the girl fall to the ground, lifeless.*
You’ve been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
Titan: *Stumbles into a hut on the outskirts of the town, a old lady taking care of her house.* Please, food, please.
Woman: Egbere! Egbere! *A large man, holding a meat cleaver steps out of hut, looking at the woman, the woman pointing at Titan.*
Egbere: Well, Well, Well, What do we have here?
Titan: Food, please. *Titan falls, the exhaustion brought on by food deprivation too much*
You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
Titan: Mack, go to the cart, and bring this man a loaf of bread. *Mack, a mercenary with Titan goes to the cart trailing behind them, bringing out
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
(Titan's mother died before he was 18 years old)
Titan: *Titan sits at a table with his mother, Titan is merely a young boy, only 12 years old.*
Drunk1: Hey, beautiful *the man lets out a large burp* wanna rumble?
Titan's mother: No, I have my son with me.
Titan: Watch your mouth, or i'll give ya' a good one.
Drunk2: *bursts into laughter, falling off his chair, spilling his beverage onto the first drunk*
Drunk1: *Stands up off his chair, kicking the second drunk in the ribs, a audible crack filling the tavern*
Titan: *Titan helps his mother out of her chair, both of them quickly leaving the establishment before trouble happened to them both.*
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
Titan: Excuse me, ma'am, where did you get that necklace?
Woman: I, uh, was... a gift from my late mother.
Titan: Oh? By any chance, would it be for sale?
Woman: No sorry, but contact Arbor, the silvermonger, he will surely create you a broach, or circlet for a reasonable price. *The woman, then rudely walks away from Titan*
Do you have any questions about the server or our lore? Oddly no, some servers leave out a part of there lore, or server that I am curious upon. Everything in the post has provided the answers that I would of otherwise asked.
Other notes: "Secret Underground Melon Farms" are one of my annoying habits.
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OOC:
Age: 17
Why us?: As stated in one of the first sentences of the server; this server appears to be the most accurate server dedicated to Fallout roleplay. I'm a fan of the Fallout Universe, although finishing neither Fallout 3, or Fallout: New Vegas, I feel as if I have a novice understanding of whats 'going on'.
Did you read the rules?: Of course. SAVE THE MOJAVE!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): 8/10
IC:
Name: Cav Dubuste
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Skills: Strong upper body strength
Personality: Rude, Manipulative
Looks: Tanned and Poorly shaven
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Cav was raised by a pair of travellers on one of the many caravan's travelling the Mojave wastes. Tasked often with carrying the supplies of the caravan up and down the line of carts, old cars, and animals; this led to Cav acquiring formidable upper body strength; as a con to this, Cav quickly became bored, and got into fighting with the other travellers, developing a rude and obnoxious attitude.
The caravan that Cav travelled with, relied on a small group of there personnel called the Forerunners. The Forerunners were tasked with scouting ahead of the caravan, and to each of it's flanks; to assess the area, and to warn of any danger. Cav; always a eager young man, volunteered for forerunner duty, given a large machete, and a old revolver, he went out to scout for the caravan.
Upon return to his mobile home, he found the wreckage of half the caravan, the remaining carts, carts which wreckage was no where to be seen, were missing.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Cav pushes open the door to the bar, the hinges of western style doors opening and closing rapidly. "What can I get ye'?" The old coot of a barman says, spitting saliva onto a glass, rubbing it clean. Cav grunts, uninterested in the barman, the offer of beverages, even the majority of the patrons in the bar.
Cav's gaze moves to the left hand corner of the bar, in a car cutout, to become a booth seat. He sat there, One Eyed Bill; a man whom was responsible for Cav's caravan (read bio). Cav approached the One Eyed bandit; the accomplice of Bill calmly placing his hand over the old shotgun that rests across his lap. Bill raises his head, looking through his monocle that covers his only healthy eye. "What can I do for you, stranger?"
Cav smiled, placing his hand on the hips, slowly moving his hand behind to his back, of which a holster that holds the revolver that was commissioned to Cav upon volunteering for forerunner duty in his caravan.
"I require nothing of you"
Cav removes his left hand from his hip, clipping the one eyed bandit's accomplice across the face, then reaching for his shotgun, placing it under his chin, and blasting his jaw off. Bill sat stunned, his mouth gaping, the blood of his accomplice splattered lightly over his face. "Wha.. Wha.. what do you want?"
"I want your head." Cav removed the machete clasped to his thigh, raising it high, bringing it down onto the collar bone of Bill; blood spurting over the bar.
Meanwhile, the barman stood behind Cav.
"Get out!" The barman says, timidly, cocking his 9mm pistol.
Cav nodded to the barman, looking over the crumpled corpse of Bill, and the ghastly face of the accomplice, satisfied Cav leaves.
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Age: 17
Have you been banned on another server before?: Twice, on two separate servers.
Why?(Answer only if yes to above question): Aggression and disrespect shown to staff members
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In game name: CavDubstep
Age: 17
Country or timezone: AEST (GMT +10)
Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: Fallout 3, and a little of New Vegas
Have you read the rules?: Sure did.
Why do you want to play on this server?: My friend, SamieltheMDS referred me from the VaultRP server.
IC:
Name: Cav_Dubuste
"Check" The Scavenger to the left said. "Check" spat the other scavenger.
Cav smiled, peering at his cards, he silently jeered, not allowing himself to spoil his poker face, he had a Ace, and a 2, a poor hand. He reluctantly muttered: "Check".
The Scavenger to the left stood up, "You! You cheated!" looking towards the other scavenger.
Cav let out a sigh, looking to the dispute. "Gentlemen, Gentlemen. Sit down. Or i'll have my, good friend" withdrawing a good condition revolver from his waist, then placing it on the table. "Show you to the door. The door, being a early grave. Six-feet-under."
Character biography: Cav was brought up in the Glitz and Glamour of New Chicago. His father, a wealthy man earning most of his money through constructing the cities Securiton bots, despite having a reasonable amount of money, his father was a gambler, a heavy gamble; Using gambling as a anti-depressant after his wife, and Cav's mother passed.
At the age of 17, after 12 years of Cav's fathers heavy gambling, Cav's father blew it, all his money exhausted. The securiton bots, and administration of New Chicago then had no use for Cav's father. They evicted Cav and his father, with nothing more than the clothes on there back.
Cav and his father, for 10 years, travelled the wastes. Going as far as San Francisco, or what was left of it. There they met a local band of scavengers, accepting Cav and his father into the ranks.
Cav now classifed a scavenger and looter, went on many raids on the San Francisco region, earning a name for himself, although, returning to the scavenger basecamp, Cav found it destroyed, small fires smouldering everywhere, blood, gore and bodies here and there.
He was not able to locate him.
5 years after his father went missing, Cav wandered back to New Chicago, on hope of finding work, to fund a search for his father, as Cav was ever reluctant to admit that his father was gone.
That search for work, starts now.
*CUE ROLEPLAYING*
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Cav looked swiftly to the left. He whistled to Joffrey, pointing towards the shrubs. Joffrey, now brandishing his revolver, walked slowly to the shrubs, pushing them back, behind; a small child, no older than 4.
"Ay! Cav! We gotta' bumpkin over 'ere."
Cav grunted loudly, now holding his cleaver, he walked towards Joffrey and looked at the child. "What is your name child?"
The Child stuttering, "My name is Ares! I am named after the old god's god of War!"
"God of War ay? Ha! He'll be a funny thing to play around with. Joffrey bound him, and 'carry him" Cav spat.
Joffrey pulled out several cable tires, then proceeding to bound the child.
However, all good things end, the San Francisco Republic sent several mercenaries to seize Cav's father, Calogero, kill the rest of his family and community. Almost the entirety of Cav's family and village died, and the remaining survivors, (Cav and two others) were captured and taken to a S.F.R camp, they were treated as slaves there.
The Enclave, seemingly to know everything, heard of the capture of Cav and his two colleagues, and the Enclave started negotiations to have 'custody' of Cav. The S.F.R, conservative to negotiations, refused to give up any of there prisoners, and decided to take Cav to S.F.R territory in San Francisco.
As the Caravan, holding Cav and the other prisoners was heading towards San Francisco, a rogue band of Mutants attacked the caravan, however, for the luck of Cav and the others, the Mutants had horrible sense of smell and hearing, and only relied on there sight, and the prisoners, guards and others in the caravans were incognito and left alone. All others were massacred.
The band of prisoners, now free of there captors, left the caravan and went there own separate ways.
[This is where my role-playing in the server will take place!]
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A half smile on his face, Cav smirked "Assassins.."
On a summer night, the city was in uproar, a local politician was killed, and most citizens were rioting. At an attempt of escaping, the family was caught in the ferocity of the rioting. Citizens against Guards. Neighbour against Neighbour. Brother against Brother. Much blood was spilt, and amongst that, Cav's brother.
After a swift leave of Cav's father to venice, Cav's mother, a previously strong-willed woman lost the drive to live. She was inducted into a insane asylum in Venice, funded by his father. Cav now, estranged, and at the age of 18, left his city, heading to the capital, begging for food, often astounded at the events taking place around him, seeing a number of white hooded men and women, with knives coming from there hands, Cav believed they had sorcery behind them, despite these ellusive men and women, another faction caught the eye of Cav, a group of motley men and woman, with various clothes, and much less hardware among on them. They were the thieves. Cav now had the devotion to join these 'thieves', and since he had had a life of working (alongside his parents) he wanted a change of action.
AC
EDIT: Changed the course of action of removing Cav's family from his adventures. I have no wish to have any family to start off with, and only to develop them in game. Who knows? Someone may wish to be my insane mother.
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A half smile on his face, Cav smirked "Assassins.."
On a summer night, the city was in uproar, a local politician was killed, and most citizens were rioting. At an attempt of escaping, the family was caught in the ferocity of the rioting. Citizens against Guards. Neighbour against Neighbour. Brother against Brother. Much blood was spilt, and amongst that, Cav's brother.
After a swift leave of Cav's father to venice, Cav's mother, a previously strong-willed woman lost the drive to live. She was inducted into a insane asylum in Venice, funded by his father. Cav now, estranged, and at the age of 18, left his city, heading to the capital, begging for food, often astounded at the events taking place around him, seeing a number of white hooded men and women, with knives coming from there hands, Cav believed they had sorcery behind them, despite these ellusive men and women, another faction caught the eye of Cav, a group of motley men and woman, with various clothes, and much less hardware among on them. They were the thieves. Cav now had the devotion to join these 'thieves', and since he had had a life of working (alongside his parents) he wanted a change of action.
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http://forums.bukkit.org/threads/dev-spout-build-737-unleash-the-flow-of-endless-possibilities-1938-1-1-r4.29259/
You're welcome.
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Age: 17
Have you played any Technic Pack mods before? Briefly, and only for Singleplayer
Have you ever been banned before? (Be honest, being banned may not disqualify you, lieing will). Yes, banned. For badmouthing a admin :/
What do you want to get out of this server? Experience in Technic servers aswell as a fun time.
Anything else? Nope :-)
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- Age: 17
- Have you read the rules?: Sure did!
- Why do you want to join the server?: I enjoy survival! And I enjoy Minecraft!
- Interests: Mining, Redstone, having fun!
- Any questions or concerns?: Not yet :-)
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IGN - CavDubstep
Age - 17
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 6-24 hours.
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No, and Yes.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing of account information
Why do you want to join our server? - I'm a keen player of Roleplaying server, I enjoy them more than any other genre of servers. They're quickpaced, have a political and economical side to it, and most of all, they're very, very, very fun!
IC
Name - Atlas
Race - Nord
Age - 38
Gender - Male
RP example - *Atlas turns to his great anvil, raising his hammer over his shoulder; though as he is about to bring the hammer down onto the semi-melted ebony, a guardsman comes in* Guardsman: "Atlas, the Jarl wishes to speak" Atlas: "I speak on my own terms, pawn. Send this to him" *Atlas places his bedpan onto the table, separating him and the guard* *The Guard quickly scurries out*
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Atlas Thunborg, a blacksmith, lover of drinking, and a man with ambitions. He was born on the outskirts of Windhelm, the blistering cold bringing misfortune to him and his family. Atlas had to constantly shepard his families livestock around, facing the full viciousness of the storm, and whilst out with his father sheparding, white beasts (Frost Trolls) came to attack him, his father, and his livestock.
Most of the livestock were butchered, torn limb from limb, the surviving livestock fleeing. Atlas, his dagger sheathed in the white beast blood. "A....A...Atlas!" It was Atlas's father, a large gash, across his chest, to his groin. Atlas quickly ran towards his incapacitated father, kneeling over him, he quickly looked around, hoping to see healing herbs. He found none.
Then they arrived, men in clothes, with skeletons on there chests. A dark group of men, a group of a dark, menacing brotherhood. They burst into the funeral of Atlas's father, brandishing various weapons; short swords, broad swords, knifes, bows, some even wielding fire in there palms. They quickly went towards Atlas's uncle, surrounding him, raising there weapons, striking the elderly man down, his blood splattering the assailants aswell as the closest of bystanders.
Atlas's cousin, Hrothgar (Named after High Hrothgar), a adolescent -barely 20- bellowed, sprinting towards the assassins. He tackled into a hooded female, both of them falling to the ground, her knife sticking into Hrothgar's torso, but as she hit the ground; her head smashed into the ground, creating a violent crack, her eyes lulled into her head. Hrothgar, now very still ontop of her, blood pooling from the wound.
That was 15 years ago. Atlas has nothing now. Nothing but the clothes on his back, and his newly found fondness of blacksmithing. He heads to Whiterun, hoping to learn from the Companions, how to be the greatest blacksmith in all of Tamriel.
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Name: Nic
Age: 17
Location: Sydney, Australia
Desired Faction: RedF
Why You Want to Join The Server(NEW): Roleplaying servers are my most favorite genre of servers, and this one in particular has been recommended by several friends. I'm fond to join!
In Game Character Main Desire: To gain wealth of massive proportions, To control the trading world. Through any way necessary.
In Game Character Name: Atlas
In Game Character Element: Fire / / / SubElement: Earth
In Game Roleplay Example: *Atlas pushes the door aside* JOSEPH! Where is my money? *Atlas placing his hand to his broadsword; strapped to his muscled back, he gently touches the hilt, getting ready to draw* Ye' have 25 seconds Joseph, or this 'ere sword's going through ye' 'ead. You hear?!
First Thing Your Going To Do Ingame: I'd hopefully like to match up with my friends in RedF and get some wealth together, getting to know the casuals and admins would be great to. Reputation is everything :-)
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Location: Australia
Age: 17
Why do you want to join our server?: I was in the old server, and I liked it.
How will you benefit our server?: What I always try to commit to the server, good roleplaying experiences.
Do you understand the rules?: Yeah :smile.gif:
Roleplay Character Name: Atlas
Character Age: 38
Race: Gaian
Class: Laborer
Worship (if any): Helo
Faction: The Iron Horns
Character Appearance: A big, bushy bearch, with a pair of goggles on the head. He wears overalls type clothing.
Character Background Story: Atlas was the son of a cartographer, but his fathers business never picked up, rendering his family into poverty. Atlas was always working, always working for bread on the table, he learned the arts of able to remove soil and stone, carving great quarries and mines, bringing hoped riches to his heritage.
After a nearby magma source broke open his quarry, killing two of his friends, and burning his right arm, he withdrew from mining and excavating, hoping that doing so; he could make work elsewhere, providing items to his people, and bolstering his wealth.