BIO ABOUT YOURSELF: I live in a small town in the state of South Dakota, USA. I am Hispanic, and take pride in it. I take care of my grandfather, as grama passed 2 years ago. I enjoy playing minecraft in my spare time, but school and my family do come first.
IN-CHARACTER:
CHARACTER NAME: Raul Sanchez
AGE: 23
JOB: For Hire, Skilled in cooking
BIO ABOUT CHARACTER: Raul did not move to Lakewood, but rather he drifted in. Having come from somewhere to the South, he stopped by to see what work could be done. Raul prefers to keep questions simple and on a need to know, working for whoever pays. His time on the road have taught him how to cook and live on his own. He speaks little of his past, and can be seen staring into space blankly, troubled by his thoughts. As for looks, Raul's left eye is bleached white, he has tanned skin and black hair. A rough goatee covers his chin, and his many shirts shows that he dresses in layers, prepared for whatever may come his way.
Thank you, I tried to join the server earlyer today but it stated I was not yet white listed. I am willing to wait, as I have no place complaining about you running your server, but I thought to at least bring it up.
OOC: Out of Character
IGN: brownwidow
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Between work and school, 10-40 hours a week.
Why us?: I used to play on some other RP Post-Apoc. servers, like From Ashes. I enjoyed it, but there weren't enough people and I believe it died of shortly after I left.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roll Playing is putting yourself were a character stands, and making choices as that character would. An example of a bad RP would be having an inconsistent character, killing innocents one minute then helping to heal a man back to health the next.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information to aid your in game character. An example of this is hearing an OOC conversation in global chat and using that in game with yourcharacter. To avoid this, don't know what your character does not know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player does an action to another player without allowing for the other player to react. Examples of this would be *Hits over head*, when it should be *attempts to hit over head*. On some servers, you have a limited time to respond, and if you fail to reply in that time the action happens. God Modding: You cannot do things that your character could not do. Examples being flying, coming back from the dead, shooting an immense range accurately, carrying immense amount of weight, or taking several bullets and being unaffected. Did you join our website? Yes, I did.
IC: In Character
Name: Raul Malendez
Nickname: Brown Boy, Brownboy, Brown
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charcoal Black hair medium lenght, goatee, brown eyes, normally serious or determined faced with a "butt-chin". Wears bandanna's as a sweat guard. Green over shirt with white tank top underneath. Blue jeans. Always carries a backpack with him, as it was a gift from his father. Brown boots. Not particularly strong, but adapt enough to do basic wasteland survival. Hispanic in race.
Personality: Caring, but determined to survive. Wants to help other's, but will kill if his life is at stake. Brownboy will take action to help another in trouble, unless doing so is suicidal. Brownboy will, in the end, do what is necessary to survive, but will help others if possible.( Machiavellism, if thats a term (if its not, it should be)). He has issues with deep water, spiders and scorpions, but this fear of them only drives him to kill them all. He also has issues with high places, but will shove through if it means his death. As for friends or enemies, he being on the move means he has no long standing relationships. A bandit shoots at him, the bandit dies. A survivor helps him, Raul will try to remember his face, should their paths cross again. Other then that, there are no men trying to hunt him down, or the likes of. Should he come across another survivor, he plays it cautiously, but keeps their benefit of the doubt, not assuming they are bad.
In-game RP example: **Brownboy arrives at the store, in need of water an ammo. Two men were standing outside, and another two inside, one being the shop keeper.** *Brownboy notices the Shopkeeper looks nervious, and goes for his gun* Unknown man: "That wont help you, mate." Brownboy: "And why not?" Unknown man: "For on one, not so good odds" *Brown Boy notices a third figure inside, hiding in a darker corner of the shop, wearing a large hat and aiming a pistol at him.* Unknown Man: "Pull it out slowly, and put it on the floor." *Brownboy thinks for a moment, then does as asked* Unknown Man: "Thanks, now, please stand still." *The Unknown man walks over to Brownboy, putting away his pistol, which makes a loud click in its holster.* *Brownboy, hearing the queue of a holstered weapon, turns around and tries to punch the man in the face.* *The hit lands, but before another could be done, Brownboy is shot at by the other man inside the Shop.* Unknown man: “That’s enough of that, now.” *The man, seeing Brownboy looking the other way, knocks him out from behind.* *Brownboy faints*
*Brownboy wakes up, seeing a sack over his face. He can hear voices, but is not sure were they are or who is speaking them. His hearing is ringing, and he cannot make out the words.*
*Brownboy tires to move, but finds he is bound at his wrists and ankles.*
*The bag over his head is suddenly removed, revealing a large, pearl white man with no hair and a large nose, smoking a large cigar. Brownboy also notices his eyes are a strange color of brown-red.*
Big Nosed Man: “So, awake are we? Nice to see you up and about. Care for tea?”
*Brownboy notices the voice of the man is the same as the one who knocked him out. The man then goes to give Brownboy a can of urine, still hot and steaming.*
Brownboy: “No thanks, Im good. Now, were am I, and why am I here?”
*The man, still pushing the cup of to Brownboy’s lips, merely smiles, an insane and tourmented smile. A smile of one who enjoys torture, who loves to hear a victim scream.*
*Brown then, using his head, knocks the cup out of the mans hand. The man watches it as it clatters on the ground, then looks back, with the same grin, at Brownboy.*
Big Nose: “Well, that was not very nice, was it? I suppose you should get some sunlight!”
*At this, the man removes the cealing, a simple cloth under a plate of tin, allowing sunlight to pour in.*
Big Nose: “A few hours under that, and you’ll be talking.”
Brownboy: “Talking about what? You have asked me no questions.”
Big Nose: “I know who you work for. I know what you are doing here. You will tell me all about your little group of “friends”.”
Brownboy: “What friends? I only know of one, and he should be on his way to New Vegas by now!”
Big Nose: “your group of bandits, the ones who hit our cap two days ago! We caught word that that petty shopkeeper bought their goods, so we were there to kill him. After we caught you, so now you are going to tell me were they are, or bake under this sun.”
Brownboy: “I seriously do not know what you are talking about. Me and my only friend in this hell hole of a world split up, I was to go a bit further north to see to some business, and he was to meet me in New Vegas. I don’t know…”
*At this, an explosion is heard in the not-so-far off distance*
*Big Nose runs off, in the direction of the explosion, but is cut down by bullets well before he gets there*
*A few men go to the corpse, but they too are cut down. A single man, dressed in red and green, jumps in from a hole in the ceiling. After checking the bodies to be dead, he approaches Brownboy slowly.*
Red/Green Man: “Well, it seems you got it lucky. When we saw the roof to this side room drawn, we knew they had a captive. Other’s of our group are attacking other parts of the compound. Seeing how you are a prisoner, these men cannot be your friends. I will take you out of here, to a secondary camp of ours, if you would let me.”
Brownboy: “Anything is better then listening to that bald man over there.”
*Brownboy is helped out of the camp, and is lead a few miles away. Although he lost his gear, he is still alive with cloths on his back. Better then he has come out before.*
Brownboy: “So, who are you? The one’s he mentioned? Attacking innocents to sell gear at the Merchant near Still River?”
Red/Green Man: “Yes, we sell to the Merchant near Still River, but we do not kill innocents. We scavenge the nearby ruins of Germanville, and sell to that man. We found him dead, and signs of them dragging another body to their camp. I presume that was you? Anyways, what will do now?”
Brownboy: “I need to finish my goal, up here. Then I will move on. Thank you, for your help.”
*The man in the Red and Green gives Brownboy a canteen, filled with water*
Red/Green: “Good luck. May Jernivla keep you safe.”
**Brownboy then walkes off, to the north, to continue his journey and eventual meet up with his friend in New Vegas.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Raul was born in Tuscon. His heritage has been Hispanic since before the Great War, however just recently, his grandfather, was his family moved to what was known as the US. His young life was spent in a small tin shack, growing small amounts of food and keeping the water bucket filled. His father, as his mother told him time and time again, was killed and eaten by Mole Rats. His mother, Maria, was a strict and obedience driven. She demanded he respect her and all others. Brownboy lived a simple life, scavenging supplies from buildings and keeping up with his schooling. Hunkline Morstle was his true love, but she did not take notice of him. His home town of Burnt Wood, a small town with around 200 population, located a ways north of Tuscon, was large enough for some to stay home and live "normally". Those who went out of the town were called "Scavers." Hunkline has stated several times, she would not date a Scaver. One day, however, Raul was out scavenging at the age of 16. He came home to find the small village wiped out. His mother missing. Upon searching his mother, he found a picture of him and his mother clenched in her hand. It had cost them a full 60 caps, but it was worth the memories. He removed the picture, but found a note scribbled on the back. It read "Dear Son, I will always love you. Do not bury me, I was born in the air, I wish to die in the air. Not in the cold ground with the worms. Go on, live your life. Do not let my death stop your life. your loving mother." About 4 months after Burnt Wood, Raul started to hear voices. They told him to do things, like go East, or trust him. Raul tends to not listen to them, although he will talk to them aloud sometimes. The few cases he has listened, bad things have come afterwords. Even though he knows that, 9 out of 10 times something bad happen, sometimes the voices are too much to bare, ranting and screaming at him. Making him shake and sweat uncontrollably. Raul does his best to keep these voices, which he calls "demons", but they will at times overpower him. From then on, Raul has lived to live. To stay alive simply to see another day. It is what his mother wished, to survive as long as he could, doing good when he could, but evil when necessary. He has moved from place to place, staying for no more then a few days. The routine had become automatic to Raul, but the system had began to tire him. He longs to find a place to settle down, and call home. The issue with this, however, is Raul's fear of another Burnt Wood. His first goal, survival. His second, being a good person. His third, to not die from a mole rat. That is what Raul has based his life around. **I would like to point out the backpack was left behind by the father for the son when he turned 10, as his father had done and his father before that, however the father died before Raul's 10th birthday, so it was a gift from his dead father. Just some clarification.**
*Powers up Pip-Boy 3000* ****By the way, you misspelled fine as find XD, but thanks for the compliment on my RP example. Also, I dont know why the font changes halfway through, I hope its not a bother. Also, I hope the "demons" help to add a bit of spice to my cardboard XD****
OOC: Out of Character IGN: brownwidow
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Between work and school, 10-40 hours a week.
Why us?: I used to play on some other RP Post-Apoc. servers, like From Ashes. I enjoyed it, but there weren't enough people and I believe it died of shortly after I left.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roll Playing is putting yourself were a character stands, and making choices as that character would. An example of a bad RP would be having an inconsistent character, killing innocents one minute then helping to heal a man back to health the next.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information to aid your in game character. An example of this is hearing an OOC conversation in global chat and using that in game with your character. To avoid this, don't know what your character does not know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player does an action to another player without allowing for the other player to react. Examples of this would be *Hits over head*, when it should be *attempts to hit over head*. On some servers, you have a limited time to respond, and if you fail to reply in that time the action happens. God Modding: You cannot do things that your character could not do. Examples being flying, coming back from the dead, shooting an immense range accurately, carrying immense amount of weight, or taking several bullets and being unaffected. Did you join our website? Yes, I did.
IC: In Character
Name: Raul Malendez
Nickname: Brown Boy, Brownboy, Brown
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charcoal Black hair medium lenght, goatee, brown eyes, normally serious or determined faced with a "butt-chin". Wears bandanna's as a sweat guard. Green over shirt with white tank top underneath. Blue jeans. Always carries a backpack with him, as it was a gift from his father. Brown boots. Not particularly strong, but adapt enough to do basic wasteland survival. Hispanic in race.
Personality: Caring, but determined to survive. Wants to help other's, but will kill if his life is at stake. Brownboy will take action to help another in trouble, unless doing so is suicidal. Brownboy will, in the end, do what is necessary to survive, but will help others if possible.( Machiavellism, if thats a term (if its not, it should be))
In-game RP example: **Brownboy arrives at the store, in need of water an ammo. Two men were standing outside, and another two inside, one being the shop keeper.** *Brownboy notices the Shopkeeper looks nervious, and goes for his gun* Unknown man: "That wont help you, mate." Brownboy: "And why not?" Unknown man: "For on one, not so good odds" *Brown Boy notices a third figure inside, hiding in a darker corner of the shop, wearing a large hat and aiming a pistol at him.* Unknown Man: "Pull it out slowly, and put it on the floor." *Brownboy thinks for a moment, then does as asked* Unknown Man: "Thanks, now, please stand still." *The Unknown man walks over to Brownboy, putting away his pistol, which makes a loud click in its holster.* *Brownboy, hearing the queue of a holstered weapon, turns around and tries to punch the man in the face.* *The hit lands, but before another could be done, Brownboy is shot at by the other man inside the Shop.*
Unknown man: “That’s enough of that, now.”
*The man, seeing Brownboy looking the other way, knocks him out from behind.*
*Brownboy faints*
*Brownboy wakes up, seeing a sack over his face. He can hear voices, but is not sure were they are or who is speaking them. His hearing is ringing, and he cannot make out the words.*
*Brownboy tires to move, but finds he is bound at his wrists and ankles.*
*The bag over his head is suddenly removed, revealing a large, pearl white man with no hair and a large nose, smoking a large cigar. Brownboy also notices his eyes are a strange color of brown-red.*
Big Nosed Man: “So, awake are we? Nice to see you up and about. Care for tea?”
*Brownboy notices the voice of the man is the same as the one who knocked him out. The man then goes to give Brownboy a can of urine, still hot and steaming.*
Brownboy: “No thanks, Im good. Now, were am I, and why am I here?”
*The man, still pushing the cup of to Brownboy’s lips, merely smiles, an insane and tourmented smile. A smile of one who enjoys torture, who loves to hear a victim scream.*
*Brown then, using his head, knocks the cup out of the mans hand. The man watches it as it clatters on the ground, then looks back, with the same grin, at Brownboy.*
Big Nose: “Well, that was not very nice, was it? I suppose you should get some sunlight!”
*At this, the man removes the cealing, a simple cloth under a plate of tin, allowing sunlight to pour in.*
Big Nose: “A few hours under that, and you’ll be talking.”
Brownboy: “Talking about what? You have asked me no questions.”
Big Nose: “I know who you work for. I know what you are doing here. You will tell me all about your little group of “friends”.”
Brownboy: “What friends? I only know of one, and he should be on his way to New Vegas by now!”
Big Nose: “Your group of bandits, the ones who hit our cap two days ago! We caught word that that petty shopkeeper bought their goods, so we were there to kill him. After we caught you, so now you are going to tell me were they are, or bake under this sun.”
Brownboy: “I seriously do not know what you are talking about. Me and my only friend in this hell hole of a world split up, I was to go a bit further north to see to some business, and he was to meet me in New Vegas. I don’t know…”
*At this, an explosion is heard in the not-so-far off distance*
*Big Nose runs off, in the direction of the explosion, but is cut down by bullets well before he gets there*
*A few men go to the corpse, but they too are cut down. A single man, dressed in red and green, jumps in from a hole in the ceiling. After checking the bodies to be dead, he approaches Brownboy slowly.*
Red/Green Man: “Well, it seems you got it lucky. When we saw the roof to this side room drawn, we knew they had a captive. Other’s of our group are attacking other parts of the compound. Seeing how you are a prisoner, these men cannot be your friends. I will take you out of here, to a secondary camp of ours, if you would let me.”
Brownboy: “Anything is better then listening to that bald man over there.”
*Brownboy is helped out of the camp, and is lead a few miles away. Although he lost his gear, he is still alive with cloths on his back. Better then he has come out before.*
Brownboy: “So, who are you? The one’s he mentioned? Attacking innocents to sell gear at the Merchant near Still River?”
Red/Green Man: “Yes, we sell to the Merchant near Still River, but we do not kill innocents. We scavenge the nearby ruins of Germanville, and sell to that man. We found him dead, and signs of them dragging another body to their camp. I presume that was you? Anyways, what will do now?”
Brownboy: “I need to finish my goal, up here. Then I will move on. Thank you, for your help.”
*The man in the Red and Green gives Brownboy a canteen, filled with water*
Red/Green: “Good luck. May Jernivla keep you safe.”
**Brownboy then walkes off, to the north, to continue his journey and eventual meet up with his friend in New Vegas.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Raul was born in Tuscon. His heritage has been Hispanic since before the Great War, however just recently, his grandfather, was his family moved to what was known as the US. His young life was spent in a small tin shack, growing small amounts of food and keeping the water bucket filled. His father, as his mother told him time and time again, was killed and eaten by Mole Rats. His mother, Maria, was a strict and obedience driven. She demanded he respect her and all others. One day, however, Raul was out scavenging at the age of 16. He came home to find the small village wiped out. His mother missing. Upon searching his mother, he found a picture of him and his mother clenched in her hand. It had cost them a full 60 caps, but it was worth the memorie. He removed the picture, but found a note scribbled on the back. It read "Dear Son, I will always love you. Do not bury me, I was born in the air, I wish to die in the air. Not in the cold ground with the worms. Go on, live your life. Do not let my death stop your life. Your loving mother". From then on, Raul has lived to live. To stay alive simply to see another day. It is what his mother wished, to survive as long as he could, doing good when he could, but evil when necessary. From saving an orphan to leaving an old man to die, he will live. He will stay alive. His first goal, survival. His second, being a good person. His third, to not die from a mole rat. **I would like to point out the backpack was left behind by the father for the son when he turned 10, as his father had done and his father before that, however the father died before Raul's 10th birthday, so it was a gift from his dead father. Just some clarification.**
Previous Bans from other servers (explain): "Greifing" an abandoned house for planks, making a tower to see about, while taking it down I lagged and fell, on my way back to finish the job an admin found it, and thus I was banned
Referral(s): (People who can refer to me?) Typical_Name and ThePsyDragon
Have you voted for Herocraft: Yes.
How'd you hear about Herocraft? Typical_Name and ThePsyDragon told me of it.
Special Key: Do NOT leave blank. HCB10
Do you agree to the Herocraft EULA and ToS? Yes I do.
Reason(s) you should be accepted: I think I could be a nice addition to the server, and I know 2 people who already play on it, so I wont be asking noob questions
Additional: Um.... I know Typical and dragon from another server? I like to make potions? I prefer XBox over PS3? I dont know... others find me funny, but I dont think so?
I was given to responce, so Ill just repost this app. Changed it a little bit, but meh.
Yes, although that was also from a tower I used to get a view about, fell off, and before I could clean it up they found it. But the main reason for the ban, as I took it, was the greifing of the house.
Previous Bans from other servers (explain): "Greifing" an abandoned house for planks.
Referral(s): Typical_Name, ThePsyDragon
Have you voted for Herocraft: Yes.
How'd you hear about Herocraft? Typical_Name and ThePsyDragon told me of it.
Special Key: Do NOT leave blank. HCB10
Do you agree to the Herocraft EULA and ToS? Yes I do.
Reason(s) you should be accepted: I think I could be a nice addition to the server, and I know 2 people who already play on it, so I wont be asking noob questions
Additional: Um.... I know Typical and dragon from another server? I like to make potions? I prefer XBox over PS3? I dont know... others find me funny, but I dont think so?
Previous Bans from other servers (explain): "Greifing" an abandoned house for planks.
Referral(s): Typical_Name, ThePsyDragon
Have you voted for Herocraft: Yes.
How'd you hear about Herocraft? Typical_Name and ThePsyDragon told me of it.
Special Key: Do NOT leave blank. HCB10
Do you agree to the Herocraft EULA and ToS? Yes I do.
Reason(s) you should be accepted: I think I could be a nice addition to the server, and I know 2 people who already play on it, so I wont be asking noob questions.
IGN: brownwidow
Screenshots: My computer was just repaired the other day, been out of order for 2 or 3 months now. If you absolutely NEED an example, I could do it in game some how, but other then that, ask Littleskittle, he and I know eachother from From Ashes, you may recall me aswell.
Time a week: May or may not get job soon, but atleast 6 hours weekly, if I can
I enjoyed From Ashes, although there was an issue with admin abusing powers, I would like to help build a new community for players, like I was, to enjoy. I specialize in underground, caves or sewers. I enjoy tormenting with people's minds (is that bad?), being lost in a dark, confusing sewer, but above ground mountains and such I could work on. If you need someone to de-construct a building (once its all pretty and such) I can also do that, vines, broken windows, holes, bars (if you get that, you know me as Bartender Brown).
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IGN: brownwidow
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Between work and school, 10-40 hours a week.
Why us?: I used to play on some other RP Post-Apoc. servers, like From Ashes. I enjoyed it, but there weren't enough people and I believe it died of shortly after I left.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roll Playing is putting yourself were a character stands, and making choices as that character would. An example of a bad RP would be having an inconsistent character, killing innocents one minute then helping to heal a man back to health the next.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information to aid your in game character. An example of this is hearing an OOC conversation in global chat and using that in game with yourcharacter. To avoid this, don't know what your character does not know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player does an action to another player without allowing for the other player to react. Examples of this would be *Hits over head*, when it should be *attempts to hit over head*. On some servers, you have a limited time to respond, and if you fail to reply in that time the action happens.
God Modding: You cannot do things that your character could not do. Examples being flying, coming back from the dead, shooting an immense range accurately, carrying immense amount of weight, or taking several bullets and being unaffected.
Did you join our website? Yes, I did.
IC: In Character
Name: Raul Malendez
Nickname: Brown Boy, Brownboy, Brown
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charcoal Black hair medium lenght, goatee, brown eyes, normally serious or determined faced with a "butt-chin". Wears bandanna's as a sweat guard. Green over shirt with white tank top underneath. Blue jeans. Always carries a backpack with him, as it was a gift from his father. Brown boots. Not particularly strong, but adapt enough to do basic wasteland survival. Hispanic in race.
Personality: Caring, but determined to survive. Wants to help other's, but will kill if his life is at stake. Brownboy will take action to help another in trouble, unless doing so is suicidal. Brownboy will, in the end, do what is necessary to survive, but will help others if possible.( Machiavellism, if thats a term (if its not, it should be)). He has issues with deep water, spiders and scorpions, but this fear of them only drives him to kill them all. He also has issues with high places, but will shove through if it means his death. As for friends or enemies, he being on the move means he has no long standing relationships. A bandit shoots at him, the bandit dies. A survivor helps him, Raul will try to remember his face, should their paths cross again. Other then that, there are no men trying to hunt him down, or the likes of. Should he come across another survivor, he plays it cautiously, but keeps their benefit of the doubt, not assuming they are bad.
In-game RP example: **Brownboy arrives at the store, in need of water an ammo. Two men were standing outside, and another two inside, one being the shop keeper.**
*Brownboy notices the Shopkeeper looks nervious, and goes for his gun*
Unknown man: "That wont help you, mate."
Brownboy: "And why not?"
Unknown man: "For on one, not so good odds"
*Brown Boy notices a third figure inside, hiding in a darker corner of the shop, wearing a large hat and aiming a pistol at him.*
Unknown Man: "Pull it out slowly, and put it on the floor."
*Brownboy thinks for a moment, then does as asked*
Unknown Man: "Thanks, now, please stand still."
*The Unknown man walks over to Brownboy, putting away his pistol, which makes a loud click in its holster.*
*Brownboy, hearing the queue of a holstered weapon, turns around and tries to punch the man in the face.*
*The hit lands, but before another could be done, Brownboy is shot at by the other man inside the Shop.*
Unknown man: “That’s enough of that, now.”
*The man, seeing Brownboy looking the other way, knocks him out from behind.*
*Brownboy faints*
*Brownboy wakes up, seeing a sack over his face. He can hear voices, but is not sure were they are or who is speaking them. His hearing is ringing, and he cannot make out the words.*
*Brownboy tires to move, but finds he is bound at his wrists and ankles.*
*The bag over his head is suddenly removed, revealing a large, pearl white man with no hair and a large nose, smoking a large cigar. Brownboy also notices his eyes are a strange color of brown-red.*
Big Nosed Man: “So, awake are we? Nice to see you up and about. Care for tea?”
*Brownboy notices the voice of the man is the same as the one who knocked him out. The man then goes to give Brownboy a can of urine, still hot and steaming.*
Brownboy: “No thanks, Im good. Now, were am I, and why am I here?”
*The man, still pushing the cup of to Brownboy’s lips, merely smiles, an insane and tourmented smile. A smile of one who enjoys torture, who loves to hear a victim scream.*
*Brown then, using his head, knocks the cup out of the mans hand. The man watches it as it clatters on the ground, then looks back, with the same grin, at Brownboy.*
Big Nose: “Well, that was not very nice, was it? I suppose you should get some sunlight!”
*At this, the man removes the cealing, a simple cloth under a plate of tin, allowing sunlight to pour in.*
Big Nose: “A few hours under that, and you’ll be talking.”
Brownboy: “Talking about what? You have asked me no questions.”
Big Nose: “I know who you work for. I know what you are doing here. You will tell me all about your little group of “friends”.”
Brownboy: “What friends? I only know of one, and he should be on his way to New Vegas by now!”
Big Nose: “your group of bandits, the ones who hit our cap two days ago! We caught word that that petty shopkeeper bought their goods, so we were there to kill him. After we caught you, so now you are going to tell me were they are, or bake under this sun.”
Brownboy: “I seriously do not know what you are talking about. Me and my only friend in this hell hole of a world split up, I was to go a bit further north to see to some business, and he was to meet me in New Vegas. I don’t know…”
*At this, an explosion is heard in the not-so-far off distance*
*Big Nose runs off, in the direction of the explosion, but is cut down by bullets well before he gets there*
*A few men go to the corpse, but they too are cut down. A single man, dressed in red and green, jumps in from a hole in the ceiling. After checking the bodies to be dead, he approaches Brownboy slowly.*
Red/Green Man: “Well, it seems you got it lucky. When we saw the roof to this side room drawn, we knew they had a captive. Other’s of our group are attacking other parts of the compound. Seeing how you are a prisoner, these men cannot be your friends. I will take you out of here, to a secondary camp of ours, if you would let me.”
Brownboy: “Anything is better then listening to that bald man over there.”
*Brownboy is helped out of the camp, and is lead a few miles away. Although he lost his gear, he is still alive with cloths on his back. Better then he has come out before.*
Brownboy: “So, who are you? The one’s he mentioned? Attacking innocents to sell gear at the Merchant near Still River?”
Red/Green Man: “Yes, we sell to the Merchant near Still River, but we do not kill innocents. We scavenge the nearby ruins of Germanville, and sell to that man. We found him dead, and signs of them dragging another body to their camp. I presume that was you? Anyways, what will do now?”
Brownboy: “I need to finish my goal, up here. Then I will move on. Thank you, for your help.”
*The man in the Red and Green gives Brownboy a canteen, filled with water*
Red/Green: “Good luck. May Jernivla keep you safe.”
**Brownboy then walkes off, to the north, to continue his journey and eventual meet up with his friend in New Vegas.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Raul was born in Tuscon. His heritage has been Hispanic since before the Great War, however just recently, his grandfather, was his family moved to what was known as the US. His young life was spent in a small tin shack, growing small amounts of food and keeping the water bucket filled. His father, as his mother told him time and time again, was killed and eaten by Mole Rats. His mother, Maria, was a strict and obedience driven. She demanded he respect her and all others. Brownboy lived a simple life, scavenging supplies from buildings and keeping up with his schooling. Hunkline Morstle was his true love, but she did not take notice of him. His home town of Burnt Wood, a small town with around 200 population, located a ways north of Tuscon, was large enough for some to stay home and live "normally". Those who went out of the town were called "Scavers." Hunkline has stated several times, she would not date a Scaver. One day, however, Raul was out scavenging at the age of 16. He came home to find the small village wiped out. His mother missing. Upon searching his mother, he found a picture of him and his mother clenched in her hand. It had cost them a full 60 caps, but it was worth the memories. He removed the picture, but found a note scribbled on the back. It read "Dear Son, I will always love you. Do not bury me, I was born in the air, I wish to die in the air. Not in the cold ground with the worms. Go on, live your life. Do not let my death stop your life. your loving mother."
About 4 months after Burnt Wood, Raul started to hear voices. They told him to do things, like go East, or trust him. Raul tends to not listen to them, although he will talk to them aloud sometimes. The few cases he has listened, bad things have come afterwords. Even though he knows that, 9 out of 10 times something bad happen, sometimes the voices are too much to bare, ranting and screaming at him. Making him shake and sweat uncontrollably. Raul does his best to keep these voices, which he calls "demons", but they will at times overpower him.
From then on, Raul has lived to live. To stay alive simply to see another day. It is what his mother wished, to survive as long as he could, doing good when he could, but evil when necessary. He has moved from place to place, staying for no more then a few days. The routine had become automatic to Raul, but the system had began to tire him. He longs to find a place to settle down, and call home. The issue with this, however, is Raul's fear of another Burnt Wood. His first goal, survival. His second, being a good person. His third, to not die from a mole rat. That is what Raul has based his life around.
**I would like to point out the backpack was left behind by the father for the son when he turned 10, as his father had done and his father before that, however the father died before Raul's 10th birthday, so it was a gift from his dead father. Just some clarification.**
*Powers up Pip-Boy 3000*
****By the way, you misspelled fine as find XD, but thanks for the compliment on my RP example. Also, I dont know why the font changes halfway through, I hope its not a bother. Also, I hope the "demons" help to add a bit of spice to my cardboard XD****
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IGN: brownwidow
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Between work and school, 10-40 hours a week.
Why us?: I used to play on some other RP Post-Apoc. servers, like From Ashes. I enjoyed it, but there weren't enough people and I believe it died of shortly after I left.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Roll Playing is putting yourself were a character stands, and making choices as that character would. An example of a bad RP would be having an inconsistent character, killing innocents one minute then helping to heal a man back to health the next.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information to aid your in game character. An example of this is hearing an OOC conversation in global chat and using that in game with your character. To avoid this, don't know what your character does not know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player does an action to another player without allowing for the other player to react. Examples of this would be *Hits over head*, when it should be *attempts to hit over head*. On some servers, you have a limited time to respond, and if you fail to reply in that time the action happens.
God Modding: You cannot do things that your character could not do. Examples being flying, coming back from the dead, shooting an immense range accurately, carrying immense amount of weight, or taking several bullets and being unaffected.
Did you join our website? Yes, I did.
IC: In Character
Name: Raul Malendez
Nickname: Brown Boy, Brownboy, Brown
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Charcoal Black hair medium lenght, goatee, brown eyes, normally serious or determined faced with a "butt-chin". Wears bandanna's as a sweat guard. Green over shirt with white tank top underneath. Blue jeans. Always carries a backpack with him, as it was a gift from his father. Brown boots. Not particularly strong, but adapt enough to do basic wasteland survival. Hispanic in race.
Personality: Caring, but determined to survive. Wants to help other's, but will kill if his life is at stake. Brownboy will take action to help another in trouble, unless doing so is suicidal. Brownboy will, in the end, do what is necessary to survive, but will help others if possible.( Machiavellism, if thats a term (if its not, it should be))
In-game RP example: **Brownboy arrives at the store, in need of water an ammo. Two men were standing outside, and another two inside, one being the shop keeper.**
*Brownboy notices the Shopkeeper looks nervious, and goes for his gun*
Unknown man: "That wont help you, mate."
Brownboy: "And why not?"
Unknown man: "For on one, not so good odds"
*Brown Boy notices a third figure inside, hiding in a darker corner of the shop, wearing a large hat and aiming a pistol at him.*
Unknown Man: "Pull it out slowly, and put it on the floor."
*Brownboy thinks for a moment, then does as asked*
Unknown Man: "Thanks, now, please stand still."
*The Unknown man walks over to Brownboy, putting away his pistol, which makes a loud click in its holster.*
*Brownboy, hearing the queue of a holstered weapon, turns around and tries to punch the man in the face.*
*The hit lands, but before another could be done, Brownboy is shot at by the other man inside the Shop.*
Unknown man: “That’s enough of that, now.”
*The man, seeing Brownboy looking the other way, knocks him out from behind.*
*Brownboy faints*
*Brownboy wakes up, seeing a sack over his face. He can hear voices, but is not sure were they are or who is speaking them. His hearing is ringing, and he cannot make out the words.*
*Brownboy tires to move, but finds he is bound at his wrists and ankles.*
*The bag over his head is suddenly removed, revealing a large, pearl white man with no hair and a large nose, smoking a large cigar. Brownboy also notices his eyes are a strange color of brown-red.*
Big Nosed Man: “So, awake are we? Nice to see you up and about. Care for tea?”
*Brownboy notices the voice of the man is the same as the one who knocked him out. The man then goes to give Brownboy a can of urine, still hot and steaming.*
Brownboy: “No thanks, Im good. Now, were am I, and why am I here?”
*The man, still pushing the cup of to Brownboy’s lips, merely smiles, an insane and tourmented smile. A smile of one who enjoys torture, who loves to hear a victim scream.*
*Brown then, using his head, knocks the cup out of the mans hand. The man watches it as it clatters on the ground, then looks back, with the same grin, at Brownboy.*
Big Nose: “Well, that was not very nice, was it? I suppose you should get some sunlight!”
*At this, the man removes the cealing, a simple cloth under a plate of tin, allowing sunlight to pour in.*
Big Nose: “A few hours under that, and you’ll be talking.”
Brownboy: “Talking about what? You have asked me no questions.”
Big Nose: “I know who you work for. I know what you are doing here. You will tell me all about your little group of “friends”.”
Brownboy: “What friends? I only know of one, and he should be on his way to New Vegas by now!”
Big Nose: “Your group of bandits, the ones who hit our cap two days ago! We caught word that that petty shopkeeper bought their goods, so we were there to kill him. After we caught you, so now you are going to tell me were they are, or bake under this sun.”
Brownboy: “I seriously do not know what you are talking about. Me and my only friend in this hell hole of a world split up, I was to go a bit further north to see to some business, and he was to meet me in New Vegas. I don’t know…”
*At this, an explosion is heard in the not-so-far off distance*
*Big Nose runs off, in the direction of the explosion, but is cut down by bullets well before he gets there*
*A few men go to the corpse, but they too are cut down. A single man, dressed in red and green, jumps in from a hole in the ceiling. After checking the bodies to be dead, he approaches Brownboy slowly.*
Red/Green Man: “Well, it seems you got it lucky. When we saw the roof to this side room drawn, we knew they had a captive. Other’s of our group are attacking other parts of the compound. Seeing how you are a prisoner, these men cannot be your friends. I will take you out of here, to a secondary camp of ours, if you would let me.”
Brownboy: “Anything is better then listening to that bald man over there.”
*Brownboy is helped out of the camp, and is lead a few miles away. Although he lost his gear, he is still alive with cloths on his back. Better then he has come out before.*
Brownboy: “So, who are you? The one’s he mentioned? Attacking innocents to sell gear at the Merchant near Still River?”
Red/Green Man: “Yes, we sell to the Merchant near Still River, but we do not kill innocents. We scavenge the nearby ruins of Germanville, and sell to that man. We found him dead, and signs of them dragging another body to their camp. I presume that was you? Anyways, what will do now?”
Brownboy: “I need to finish my goal, up here. Then I will move on. Thank you, for your help.”
*The man in the Red and Green gives Brownboy a canteen, filled with water*
Red/Green: “Good luck. May Jernivla keep you safe.”
**Brownboy then walkes off, to the north, to continue his journey and eventual meet up with his friend in New Vegas.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Raul was born in Tuscon. His heritage has been Hispanic since before the Great War, however just recently, his grandfather, was his family moved to what was known as the US. His young life was spent in a small tin shack, growing small amounts of food and keeping the water bucket filled. His father, as his mother told him time and time again, was killed and eaten by Mole Rats. His mother, Maria, was a strict and obedience driven. She demanded he respect her and all others. One day, however, Raul was out scavenging at the age of 16. He came home to find the small village wiped out. His mother missing. Upon searching his mother, he found a picture of him and his mother clenched in her hand. It had cost them a full 60 caps, but it was worth the memorie. He removed the picture, but found a note scribbled on the back. It read "Dear Son, I will always love you. Do not bury me, I was born in the air, I wish to die in the air. Not in the cold ground with the worms. Go on, live your life. Do not let my death stop your life. Your loving mother". From then on, Raul has lived to live. To stay alive simply to see another day. It is what his mother wished, to survive as long as he could, doing good when he could, but evil when necessary. From saving an orphan to leaving an old man to die, he will live. He will stay alive. His first goal, survival. His second, being a good person. His third, to not die from a mole rat. **I would like to point out the backpack was left behind by the father for the son when he turned 10, as his father had done and his father before that, however the father died before Raul's 10th birthday, so it was a gift from his dead father. Just some clarification.**
*Powers up Pip-Boy 3000*
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Age: 16
[optional]What do you think of the server?: No Lag!
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- In-game name: brownwidow
- Location and Age: South Dakota and I am 16.
- Previous Bans from other servers (explain): "Greifing" an abandoned house for planks, making a tower to see about, while taking it down I lagged and fell, on my way back to finish the job an admin found it, and thus I was banned
- Referral(s): (People who can refer to me?) Typical_Name and ThePsyDragon
- Have you voted for Herocraft: Yes.
- How'd you hear about Herocraft? Typical_Name and ThePsyDragon told me of it.
- Special Key: Do NOT leave blank. HCB10
- Do you agree to the Herocraft EULA and ToS? Yes I do.
- Reason(s) you should be accepted: I think I could be a nice addition to the server, and I know 2 people who already play on it, so I wont be asking noob questions
- Additional: Um.... I know Typical and dragon from another server? I like to make potions? I prefer XBox over PS3? I dont know... others find me funny, but I dont think so?
I was given to responce, so Ill just repost this app. Changed it a little bit, but meh.0
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2. have i Voted For Savage realms Servers: yes, actually im a donor
3. have You Played Savage Realms Befor: Yes
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Atleast it got 100 pages of posts though.
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Screenshots: My computer was just repaired the other day, been out of order for 2 or 3 months now. If you absolutely NEED an example, I could do it in game some how, but other then that, ask Littleskittle, he and I know eachother from From Ashes, you may recall me aswell.
Time a week: May or may not get job soon, but atleast 6 hours weekly, if I can
I enjoyed From Ashes, although there was an issue with admin abusing powers, I would like to help build a new community for players, like I was, to enjoy. I specialize in underground, caves or sewers. I enjoy tormenting with people's minds (is that bad?), being lost in a dark, confusing sewer, but above ground mountains and such I could work on. If you need someone to de-construct a building (once its all pretty and such) I can also do that, vines, broken windows, holes, bars (if you get that, you know me as Bartender Brown).
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