Your IGN:
xXEthanPowerXx Where did you hear about the server:
The Front Page of MF Do you understand and accept the rules:
Yes I Do
What's our policy on raging: Don't do it. It's challenging but keep trying
-Your Minecraft Username: Comicnight -How long you've been playing Minecraft: 2 Years -Have you ever griefed: No -Your age (not completely necessary): 12
-Your Skype (also not necessary as some may not have Skype):
My Minecraft Name is xXEthanPowerXx or as you know me, Silver.
Metagaming is using outside info from outside the roleplay to your advantage.
I am currently 16 years old.
I haven't been banned from a server.
No tolerance for Bigotry. Basically racism, sexism, ect.
Whoever has highest authority on server is in charge. Any disrespect may result in kick. (Two rules in one 0.0 )
You cut the tree, you plant the tree.
By the way, what is happening. So many different variations and server ideas. It's pretty cool. Love the roleplay.
What is your In-game name?: xXEthanPowerXx
What is your role-play name?: Alexandor Cor Fortium
How old are you?: 15
What timezone do you live in?: Eastern Time
Do you have a microphone?: Yeah
Do you have an appropriately themed skin?: No Shirt, toga style... pants? kinda like rags though...
What do you know about classical antiquity?: It was the time when ancient rome and greece were prospering.
Do you already have a nation you'll be joining?: I'm actually not sure. I think I'll go Roman if that is a choice. What is your roleplay experience?: I played on Kithelois Give some background on your character: Alexandor Cor Fortium is a farmer. Or was, at least. When bandits ransacked his farm, he set off looking for work. He couldn't afford to fix or make a new farm, so he worked for others. He is average height, with a pretty good build. Farming pays off. He does have darker hair due to his great grandmother being a escaped prisoner of war. She was from Japan. Very far journey. Anyway, he is Roman and Japanese, but doesn't look japanese except for his hair. He is pretty exeptional with a sword. He once had this crazy dream, that he was in a tournament, in a crazy place called Kithelois, where he won the tournament. Weird Huh?
Redo For App Failure: PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming. MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming. Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand. .... Two days Later... Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
Redo For App Failure:
PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming.
MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming.
Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand.
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Two days Later...
Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
Country of residence and time zone: Canada, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role playing is becoming the person you play as. You talk as you think they would, and act as they would. I play on Kithelois server. What is your reason for applying to this server?
Roleplaying servers are the best kind of servers. I am also waiting for Kithelois to be officially open and back to it's original self. Have you been banned before, if so why? Nopedy, nope, nope. Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yeah, the rules are exactly what they should be for a RP server Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yeah. Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Playing the game without taking in the fact that you should be RPlaying or following lore. Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Using things outside the RP to play the game. In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required)
Silver Your character's story so far:
Long ago in a land far far away.... just kidding it happened in the US.
Little baby Silver was rocking in his hover cradle, when the nuke set off about 4578 miles away. His parents were fairly poor and lived on the streets. The fact that Silver was in a hover cradle, is that that was the 3 year old model, and the owner had thrown it out on the street, a few days prior. You see, even as beggars, or street rats, Silver's parents were rich street beggars. They begged in rich parts of the city of California. The waste was plentiful. In fact, most of it wasn't even waste. The rich just threw it away. Especially Bill Gate's nephew. He always threw away very nice things. Anyway, when the bomb went off, a small pop went off. Very small. It traveled at 12 times the speed of sound. It was faint, but Silver's dad caught it. So they ran up the street, finally reaching a home, where they knew the person would let them use the Nulclear bunker. Mark Zuckerman. He was an old fart, but was a nice man. He let them in. The bunker was located 5 miles under the surface. Very far. He had inforced it with bedrock, and obsidian. Unfortuanatly, Mark Zuckerman had a stroke on the way to the entrance to the elevator that led down into the bunker. How sad. Silver's parents continued to the elevator, then cursed. Mark had a trick up his sleeve. It was an elevator that only allowed one person at a time. It detected heart beats, so there was no way to outsmart it. They sent little baby Silver down first. The bomb reached Silver's parents before the elevator could come back up however. Luckily Mark kept nanny bots down in the Shelter, just in case he brought a lady down there. He stayed there until age 16, when he killed the robots, after they tried to give him a prostate exam. He then rose to the surface in the elevator. The Year is now 2065. Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Mom and dad. As read above, they died due to Mark's crappy elevator, designed to make sure no crowds of people could ever attempt to go down the elevator. How old is your character?
16 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
Brown hair, red eyes due to slight radiation. Very small amounts. How does your character act?
He acts tough, but inside he is quite a softy. Character's occupation:
He is actually a bum. He travels along, looking for scraps, just like his parents. At least until he finds a good place to settle down. Does your character have an education? (Read or write)
Yes. Nanny bots took care of that. Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:
He is fairly good with a sword, after facing bandits along his journey. Does your character hate or fear anything?
He hates not doing things. He wants in on the action. He fears growing attached to others, in case they leave him or they die. Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
About three months ago, Silver was traveling along highway 3043, with his new pack of bubblegum that he found in a 7/11 store. He was savouring the flavour when he noticed a Girl, around his age, with her leg stuck under a slab of concrete. It looked like it had happened recently. He lifted the concrete, and dragged her unconcious body to a sheltered forest nearby. He healed her wounds and left her there to get food. When he came back, she was awake. He never realized how beautiful she was until now. They talked, and for the next few days, traveled together. They became friends, and almost more. Almost. They were walking down the road when suddenly a group of bandits came around the corner and ambushed them. Normally, Silver could handle this, but now, he had to worry about this Girl. They were demanding food. But they didn't have any food. The bandits grabbed the Girl, holding her hostage, until finally, they slit her throat, and they moved on. Silver then ran to her, holding her until she died. He cried until he felt no more. He moved on. Physically, not emotionally. Anything else to add?
Meh
OP that build is horribly bad. The people giving advice from the first two replies do not know what they're talking about. We can help you get a much better build together if you answer a few questions
Budget?
Country? (Likely Canada)
What will you be doing on it?
Canadia
budget of $1200
I will gaming like skyrim, battlefield 3, after effects, high performance editing, fraps blah blah blah the stuff super computers do , ect
What is your In-game name?: xXEthanPowerXx What is your role-play name?: Silver Matador How old are you?: 15 What timezone do you live in?: Pacific Do you have a microphone?: YEah Are you a good builder? Fairly good. Get bored so I dont finish creations What types of buildings can you design? Regular Housing and some castles Can you follow a set style given to you? Most likely Can you follow rules? Of course Are you well versed in Worldedit, voxel, and other commands? Might need a brief Tutorial Post pictures of your building skills here!!!
Hello Everyone!! I wish to have a Story written for me. It will used for a future lets play.
If anyone plans to write the story please use the following baselines -The Character's name is Silver (Last name is Anything you Want) -He grew up in a small town called Rallea -His parents were killed by a group of "Templars" or any other name is fine -He Becomes an Assassin later on -He grew up and had a crush on a girl named "Kallia" that lived beside him (will get more into it later XD) -DIALOGUE IS STONGLY SUGGESTED BUT NOT CONSTANTLY NEEDED -Anytime period between 1200's and 1600's -Written like a Journal -Kallia is killed by an Enderman
It will be has to be written like a journal, have good amounts of detail (Not every moment of his life needs to be documented) and NEEDS TO BE IN SPOILER. It can be anywhere from a page and up. Any lower is fine, it is just preffered to be long
1) In-game-name:comicnight 2) Age (+ or - a year is okay):14
3) How long have you been playing Minecraft? since minecraft 1.8
4) Have you ever been a Mod, Admin, or Op before? If so, what server(s)? used
to be god admin on a server called terracraft 5) Average weekly playing time:every day 6) How much plugin knowledge do you have? i have a bit 7) Do you like pizza? YES I LOVE IT! <3 8) What sort of talents or skills can you bring to this server? Im a good builder, not the best though, i can help with
building. i would never greif. 9) Do you have Skype? yes but i rather not use it.
I'm Applying for Builder or Admin. If you Don't acept me as admin builder would be fine.
in game name: xXEthanPowerXx why i want to join: Because I'm trying to make a server myself but in the meantime, I'd like to get experience being a part of staff. how often can i play: everyday my expertise in minecraft: Over 9000. I'm fairly good at redstone and been playing since beta 1.8 I think i'd be great for any job you've got. Builder would be great.
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xXEthanPowerXx
Where did you hear about the server:
The Front Page of MF
Do you understand and accept the rules:
Yes I Do
What's our policy on raging:
Don't do it. It's challenging but keep trying
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-How long you've been playing Minecraft: 2 Years
-Have you ever griefed: No
-Your age (not completely necessary): 12
-Your Skype (also not necessary as some may not have Skype):
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My Minecraft Name is xXEthanPowerXx or as you know me, Silver.
Metagaming is using outside info from outside the roleplay to your advantage.
I am currently 16 years old.
I haven't been banned from a server.
No tolerance for Bigotry. Basically racism, sexism, ect.
Whoever has highest authority on server is in charge. Any disrespect may result in kick. (Two rules in one 0.0 )
You cut the tree, you plant the tree.
By the way, what is happening. So many different variations and server ideas. It's pretty cool. Love the roleplay.
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What is your role-play name?: Alexandor Cor Fortium
How old are you?: 15
What timezone do you live in?: Eastern Time
Do you have a microphone?: Yeah
Do you have an appropriately themed skin?: No Shirt, toga style... pants? kinda like rags though...
What do you know about classical antiquity?: It was the time when ancient rome and greece were prospering.
Do you already have a nation you'll be joining?: I'm actually not sure. I think I'll go Roman if that is a choice.
What is your roleplay experience?: I played on Kithelois
Give some background on your character: Alexandor Cor Fortium is a farmer. Or was, at least. When bandits ransacked his farm, he set off looking for work. He couldn't afford to fix or make a new farm, so he worked for others. He is average height, with a pretty good build. Farming pays off. He does have darker hair due to his great grandmother being a escaped prisoner of war. She was from Japan. Very far journey. Anyway, he is Roman and Japanese, but doesn't look japanese except for his hair. He is pretty exeptional with a sword. He once had this crazy dream, that he was in a tournament, in a crazy place called Kithelois, where he won the tournament. Weird Huh?
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PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming.
MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming.
Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand.
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Two days Later...
Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
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PG: Ok, it basicly means your over powering your roleplay. Like if someone said, "Joe stabbed Silver in chest" and then I said, "I take sword and slash Joe, and kill him, destroying him." That is an example of Power Gaming.
MG: If someone out of roleplay told me there was a trap outside my door and in roleplay used that knowledge to evade the trap, that would be an example of metagaming.
Character backround: Silver was born in the streets of California. He was raised by his parents, Gwen Railet and Samiel Matador. His parents were beggars on the street, brought together from the fear of dying alone. Gwen went into labour on Febuary the 15th, 2059. They then raised him as a beggar, teaching him how to scavage and survive the streets of the post apocolyptic lands. Silver grew up with a kind heart, and pure, selfless intentions. Then the worst happened. on June the 27th, 2064, he and his parents were attacked. If the attack had happened 2-3 years ago, they may have been able to defend themselves. But the slow radiation poisoning and age took their toll on Gwen and Samiel. They collapsed after mere minutes of the fight. The bandits took most of their supplies, leaving Silver bloody and weak, next to his dead mother and nearly dead father. His father looked at him and said, "Son...*cough, cough*...take my robes...let them...guide you through this hell...." and with that, his dad died, leaving Silver alone. Silver kept his father's last name, "Matador". He often says" That name is all I have left. And these dusty old robes."
RP Rewritten: Silver walked down the crumbling ruins of an old highway. He noticed a mini-mart, just off to the side of the road. "If I'm lucky," he said to himself, "the place will still have something left." So Silver went inside scavaging through fallen carts and stands. He managed to grab a still rapped bubblegum package. Rare. That's when he heard it. "Aaahhhhggg!!! Help! Oh God!" Silver froze. Nobody would dare call out unless it was urgent. You could risk attracting bandits. His brain told him to leave, run. But his heart told him to help. "Hello?" Silver cried out. "Is someone hurt?" Silver slowly walked out of the once automatic doors, jarred open by shopping carts. "Help me! Something fell on my leg!" The voice cried out. Silver noticed it was a high voice, obviously a girls. He also noticed the slight shriek in it, which made him wince. Silver scanned the ground, until he saw her. She was beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, tanned, and was wearing musty old jeans and t-shirt. Then he noticed the concrete slab. It was lying on her leg. There was a small pool of blood below the slab. "Please! Can you lift the concrete off? I think my leg is broken." She said to him. Silver snapped out of a small daze and rushed over. He grunted as he lifted off the concrete from her leg. "It doesn't look too bad." Silver said. Honestly, it looked just scrapped up. Silver look around to find to his left, a small patch of forest. "Mind if we get to somewhere more concieled?" She looked at Silver and nodded. So Silver went to work dragging her slowly toward the forest. Finally when they made it, Silver sat down beside her. "My name's Silver." He said, holding out his hand. "Crystal" She said, shaking his hand.
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Two days Later...
Silver woke up and shook Crystal awake. She grumbled and turned away. "C'mon Crystal. Lets go. We've been here too long. Someone could find us." Crystal slowly got up, yawning. "Ok." So they packed their bags with the few items they had. Silver tried to act normal, but the night prior was stuck in his head. They had been sitting beside each other by the small fire Silver had managed to make, when Crystal suddenly said, "How long have you been alone?" Silver stared at the fire, "A year." Crystal continued staring at Silver, until Silver finally looked up. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Then... they kissed.
"Silver? Silver. Silver!" The sudden yelling woke Silver from his daze. He looked up only to see Crystal, in the hands of bandits. "Let her go!" He yelled at them. He ran up, but stopped ubruptly when he saw the knife held at her throat. "Give ush yer stuff, and nobody getsh hurt." The grumbly bandit said. "Silver, NO" Crystal screamed, struggling to get free. "Ok! I'll give you what you want!" Silver yelled. He reached into his bag when... The bandit slit her throat. She had bitten his hand in an attempt to get free. He walked off holding his hand. Silver could have gone after him, but he ran to Crystal instead. He put her in his arms, putting pressure on the wound. But it was no use. The blood was flowing too quick. "Crystal... no..." He looked into her eyes, and she stared back. "Silver..." she said softly, and then, she was gone.
That is an example of Rp as you say. Hope this one gets accepted. Just so you know, this is just the stuff that wasn't accepted. The rest is up in my previous application. Also. "Would you kindly?"
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Minecraft account name: xXEthanPowerXx
Country of residence and time zone: Canada, Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Role playing is becoming the person you play as. You talk as you think they would, and act as they would. I play on Kithelois server.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
Roleplaying servers are the best kind of servers. I am also waiting for Kithelois to be officially open and back to it's original self.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
Nopedy, nope, nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yeah, the rules are exactly what they should be for a RP server
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Yeah.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Playing the game without taking in the fact that you should be RPlaying or following lore.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Using things outside the RP to play the game.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required)
Silver
Your character's story so far:
Long ago in a land far far away.... just kidding it happened in the US.
Little baby Silver was rocking in his hover cradle, when the nuke set off about 4578 miles away. His parents were fairly poor and lived on the streets. The fact that Silver was in a hover cradle, is that that was the 3 year old model, and the owner had thrown it out on the street, a few days prior. You see, even as beggars, or street rats, Silver's parents were rich street beggars. They begged in rich parts of the city of California. The waste was plentiful. In fact, most of it wasn't even waste. The rich just threw it away. Especially Bill Gate's nephew. He always threw away very nice things. Anyway, when the bomb went off, a small pop went off. Very small. It traveled at 12 times the speed of sound. It was faint, but Silver's dad caught it. So they ran up the street, finally reaching a home, where they knew the person would let them use the Nulclear bunker. Mark Zuckerman. He was an old fart, but was a nice man. He let them in. The bunker was located 5 miles under the surface. Very far. He had inforced it with bedrock, and obsidian. Unfortuanatly, Mark Zuckerman had a stroke on the way to the entrance to the elevator that led down into the bunker. How sad. Silver's parents continued to the elevator, then cursed. Mark had a trick up his sleeve. It was an elevator that only allowed one person at a time. It detected heart beats, so there was no way to outsmart it. They sent little baby Silver down first. The bomb reached Silver's parents before the elevator could come back up however. Luckily Mark kept nanny bots down in the Shelter, just in case he brought a lady down there. He stayed there until age 16, when he killed the robots, after they tried to give him a prostate exam. He then rose to the surface in the elevator. The Year is now 2065.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Mom and dad. As read above, they died due to Mark's crappy elevator, designed to make sure no crowds of people could ever attempt to go down the elevator.
How old is your character?
16
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
Brown hair, red eyes due to slight radiation. Very small amounts.
How does your character act?
He acts tough, but inside he is quite a softy.
Character's occupation:
He is actually a bum. He travels along, looking for scraps, just like his parents. At least until he finds a good place to settle down.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write)
Yes. Nanny bots took care of that.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:
He is fairly good with a sword, after facing bandits along his journey.
Does your character hate or fear anything?
He hates not doing things. He wants in on the action. He fears growing attached to others, in case they leave him or they die.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
About three months ago, Silver was traveling along highway 3043, with his new pack of bubblegum that he found in a 7/11 store. He was savouring the flavour when he noticed a Girl, around his age, with her leg stuck under a slab of concrete. It looked like it had happened recently. He lifted the concrete, and dragged her unconcious body to a sheltered forest nearby. He healed her wounds and left her there to get food. When he came back, she was awake. He never realized how beautiful she was until now. They talked, and for the next few days, traveled together. They became friends, and almost more. Almost. They were walking down the road when suddenly a group of bandits came around the corner and ambushed them. Normally, Silver could handle this, but now, he had to worry about this Girl. They were demanding food. But they didn't have any food. The bandits grabbed the Girl, holding her hostage, until finally, they slit her throat, and they moved on. Silver then ran to her, holding her until she died. He cried until he felt no more. He moved on. Physically, not emotionally.
Anything else to add?
Meh
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Canadia
budget of $1200
I will gaming like skyrim, battlefield 3, after effects, high performance editing, fraps blah blah blah the stuff super computers do , ect
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I want some feedback from people who know about pc'S and could tell if this is a good bang for the buck.
*Note this PC including taxes calculated from where they are bought costs a grand total of $1273.80
CPU:
AMD FX-8350 8-core 4.7 ghz: Amazon.ca $189.13
GPU:
NVidia GeForce GTX 660 2GB GDRR5: Bestbuy.ca $240.99
OS:
Windows 7: Bestbuy.ca $229.99
MOBO:
ASUS SABERTOOTH 990FX R2.0 AM3+ AMD 990FX SATA 6Gb/s AMD ATX: $189.99
RAM:
Corsair Vengeance 8GB (2x4GB) DDR3 1866MHz Desktop Memory: $65.98
Internet:
TP Link Wireless N450 Dual Band PCI Express Adapter: 44.99
Audio:
ASUS 7.1 PCI-E Audio Card: 69.99
HDD:
Seagate 2TB 3.5" Internal Hard Drive 7200 RPM: $112.99
CPU fan:
Cooler Master X6 Elite 120mm CPU Cooler: $63.99
Power Supply:
Retail Plus 700W ATX Power Supply: $55.99
Computer Case:
Thermaltake Versa I Computer Case: 44.99
CD Drive:
ASUS 24x CD/DVD Internal Drive: $29.99
Tell me what you think.
WILL IT RUN MINECRAFT????
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What is your role-play name?: Silver Matador
How old are you?: 15
What timezone do you live in?: Pacific
Do you have a microphone?: YEah
Are you a good builder? Fairly good. Get bored so I dont finish creations
What types of buildings can you design? Regular Housing and some castles
Can you follow a set style given to you? Most likely
Can you follow rules? Of course
Are you well versed in Worldedit, voxel, and other commands? Might need a brief Tutorial
Post pictures of your building skills here!!!
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If anyone plans to write the story please use the following baselines
-The Character's name is Silver (Last name is Anything you Want)
-He grew up in a small town called Rallea
-His parents were killed by a group of "Templars" or any other name is fine
-He Becomes an Assassin later on
-He grew up and had a crush on a girl named "Kallia" that lived beside him (will get more into it later XD)
-DIALOGUE IS STONGLY SUGGESTED BUT NOT CONSTANTLY NEEDED
-Anytime period between 1200's and 1600's
-Written like a Journal
-Kallia is killed by an Enderman
It will be has to be written like a journal, have good amounts of detail (Not every moment of his life needs to be documented) and NEEDS TO BE IN SPOILER. It can be anywhere from a page and up. Any lower is fine, it is just preffered to be long
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2) Age (+ or - a year is okay):14
3) How long have you been playing Minecraft? since minecraft 1.8
4) Have you ever been a Mod, Admin, or Op before? If so, what server(s)? used
to be god admin on a server called terracraft
5) Average weekly playing time:every day
6) How much plugin knowledge do you have? i have a bit
7) Do you like pizza? YES I LOVE IT! <3
8) What sort of talents or skills can you bring to this server? Im a good builder, not the best though, i can help with
building. i would never greif.
9) Do you have Skype? yes but i rather not use it.
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in game name: xXEthanPowerXx
why i want to join: Because I'm trying to make a server myself but in the meantime, I'd like to get experience being a part of staff.
how often can i play: everyday
my expertise in minecraft: Over 9000. I'm fairly good at redstone and been playing since beta 1.8
I think i'd be great for any job you've got. Builder would be great.
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http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/cool-blonde-guy-1565506/