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Old 07-15-2012, 06:03 AM
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You have been here for a long time, haven't you? All alone. It's too bad, though. You haven't explored beyond your little farm. Don't worry, we all start somewhere. But I need you to know - you are not alone. "I knew that," you must be thinking. "I've seen the monsters." But I don't mean them - more people, real ones, like you. That's exciting, isn't it...? I think you'll like them.

Look out your window into the snowy wild you live in. Beyond the cold, you will find a place where stone meets sand and the twin guardians stand, and where ancient knowledge is just waiting for you. You have a destiny - and the buried temple will arm you for that destiny.

You may not trust me, for I'm nothing more than a voice in a dream, but you always believed in the power of dreams, haven't you? And this dream will show you a path through this maze called life, where a monstrous beast waits at the End.

Uncover the temple. Find the girl. Slay the dragon.




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The vast wilds of Kael have been whispered about for generations, the wilderness too powerful for the human or testificate people to tame fully. This can be owed to the hordes of vicious monsters that creep out of the shadows when night falls, devouring any foolish enough to venture outside after dusk. Sure, small habitations have popped up in the plains of Kael, but they are few and far between. This is a savage land.

But you still ventured into the dark.

You have lived all alone for a long time in the vast, snowy land of Kael, all alone except for your livestock, maybe a dog or cat or two...and the monsters. You left home, and after much wandering, ended up here, or maybe you don't even remember that much. But you haven't seen another human being as you ventured in the snowy taiga, the lush jungle to the south, the vast ocean to the west, the insurmountable cliffs to east, and even the caves deep beneath the earth. You have lived off this land for a long time, defending your home from beasts at night, searching for food and material during the day, delving deep into the earth and not knowing how much time had passed...

At first, you may have been scared of all the monsters, but now they are commonplace, but even the sound of footsteps that are not yours can set your heart racing. The dull groan of a zombie, or clanking of a skeleton, or, the most horrifying of all, the dull hissing of a Creeper. Sometimes even the elusive and strange Endermen may have appeared, only to flee when the clouds brought rain.

And then you had the Dream. A strange voice spoke to you, showed you images of a vast sandy desert, and flashing images of all kinds, too fast to make some of them out. But you distinctly remember a pair of reptilian purple eyes gazing right into your soul, and you could never forget that. Then you woke up.

The dream didn't fade after you woke, like most dreams do - it remained vivid and branded into your mind, the words spoken to you echoing softly in the back of your mind.

It is time to act.


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Rules/Notes:
-Trying this again with revamped plot haha.
-This is a Minecraft RP! As such, lots of things are open to interpretation how they work, though I do have a solid image of most monsters in my head, so you can ask for images and things if you are curious about how I may have anything work for this RP, though I am up for ideas for your own.
-Please fill out the form with as much information as possible in each section, though I will accept played-out personalities. Also if you provide an image of your character I still expect a written description.
-The history section is the most important, so if you have one section to do the most info in, please do that one. This will tell me how your character ended up in Kael, how they survive, and so on.
-Kael consists of four main biomes - Taiga, Plains, Jungle, and Ocean. There are also numerous caves and caverns underground.
-You also can have pets (tamed wolves, cats, etc) but don't go overboard.

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Old 07-15-2012, 07:51 AM
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Reserving. In the time between now and the last one I have actually purchased/played Minecraft, so. Woo.
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Old 07-15-2012, 07:51 AM
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Name: Reva Sharma
Age: 19ish
Gender: Female

Appearance: She has deep-red hair pulled back into two ponies, amber-orange eyes and dark-skin. She is a rather tall young woman, standing at 6'2'' with a pale brown shirt fitted tight to her body for wind resistance and black pants that cut off mid calf. She has sturdy hiking boots, a bag fixed with a clasp for the items she uncovers and the weapons stored away. On her person is a Bow+Arrow for surprising monsters from a distance and a stone blade to finish them off if they get too close.

She wears bandages around her forearms, discolored over time of moving from on place to another, and a necklace tucked under her shirt with a pearl hanging as a pendent. When in a colder climate she pulls on a grey trench with simple clasps, lined with wool from sheep and feathers of chickens she's found during her travels.

History: She was born to two rather loving parents, but was separated at a very young age by a sudden storm near their forest home. Lost and scared, she was swept away by a mudslide to a river overflowing. Clinging to a fallen log she drifted from home and safety to the unknown world beyond her homeland. The shock of the ordeal rendered part of her memory blank, leaving her with only bits and pieces of a two figures holding her and feeling warm.

Against most odds, she doesn't have a fear over storms and sees little reason to worry as long as she is in a base built of strong materials as a shelter for the night. She does however have a creeping fear of being left alone, defenseless and without any means of shelter. She flies into a blind panic and charges toward any place she can find before the sun sets to quickly build a wall between herself and what lurks beyond.

When she found a quiet piece of land with a decent count of wild bovines, Fowls and pigs, she at first built herself a simple home to protect herself from the monsters and elements. Watching the monsters from a window, she started to allow herself to relax and ease into a easy but light sleep. The subtle sounds of spider legs on the outside wall, the rummaging of the Endermen moving bits of dirt and sand, and the soft hiss of the Creepers at first made her jump from her slumber, but soon became nothing was background noise in her sleep.

Then the dreams came. At first they were just spaces of colour, sometimes with vague shapes. There was no meaning, no rhyme or reason, to what she dreamt. Sometimes she would wake up happy and warm, other times in a cold sweet with only the pale sunlight of dawn creeping through. As time went on however, the dreams became more twisted and confusing, the warm feelings before shirking away to something of foreboding. The longer she stayed in her simple home, the worse the dreams became.

The worst of the dreams occurred on the last night she stayed in her house, waking her to find more Endermen than usual near her base. Worse still was that they seem to be trying to break down her base block by block until the eerie glow from their bodies could be barely seen through the thinning walls. Curling up, she holds her head and tries to avoid the visual contact with the terrifying beings, not wishing to be killed like a lamb or whisked away to whatever hell they came from. Shaking as she heard the walls being broken down, she let out a soft whimper. Then the sound of something upsetting the Endermen overpowered the sound of her home being destroyed, followed by a harsh wind that had the smell of oncoming rain.

After that night, seeming to have passed out during what little of the night was left, she opened the door to her own nearly ruined home to find a single pearl laying before her. She picked up the odd item and started to pack up her gear before abandoning her simple home.

Ever since that night, she has moved from place to place, only staying until her dreams started to get twisted in imagery. During her travels, she had created herself a set of weapons to defend herself from anything in her path. Pushing back the dark pictures in her head, the feeling of something missing in her heart and the fear of being alone, she had plastered a sunny smile on her face as she threw herself into her nomadic life. Making small farms for materials, building anything that crosses her mind, fighting monsters and diving into caverns became her new life. She surrounds herself with busy work to keep her mind running, but at night when all her ideas are built, all the near spots searched and lighted by torches, her dreams return with the same feeling of something coming.

At one point in her travels she took in a half-drowned kitten and nursed it back to health with fish and milk. When the kitten was stronger, it kept to her side, scaring off the Creepers that tried to ruin her temporary homes and keeping her company in the lonely nights. When she gained this pet, her dreams lessened in intensity. Welcoming this, she kept the kitten and would carry her in her bag until it was too big and had to walk beside her.

Personality: Shy, Soft spoken when unsure but usually wears a never fading smile. Other than that, PO'd

Other: She has this need to keep moving. Be it diving into caves to find materials, fighting monsters, tending to a farm or building something new. She doesn't like stay still for too long. She also has a black cat that follows her in her travels from place to place, keeping her company to ease off the loneliness of her life.

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Old 07-15-2012, 09:17 AM
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Name:Saan
Age:17 years, five months, three days.
Gender:Male

Appearance: Saan is not unfit, though neither is he overly muscular. He has a small vision impairment that he has a small army of crafted glasses to combat. His hair is a mop of long, untamed curls. He carries a large, over-burdoned backpack filled with food, wheat, a bow and arrow, and a small, unused stone blade. He has an iron pickaxe on his belt at all times.

Saan wears the ceremonial robes, died black and grey, that is his home people's traditional garb.

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Saan belonged to the Sunigoshi, or 'Glass People'. They were a tribe that tried to live as one with their environment, feeding of bread and milk and not much else. They had two distinct properties: They were incredibly skilled at crafting with glass, and refused to kill any living thing, regardless of its intent or ability.

Saan lived with his father and sister. Like all men in the tribe, his father was a gifted glass smith, and was then sole creator of the lenses used to correct vision deficiencies in the tribe. Though he had no real quarrel with his father, it was his sister with whom he was truly enamoured. As the work was segregated by sex (with men being glassmiths, and women working the earth to get the wheat used for bread) they didn't see much of each other during the day, but at night they would talk for hours that were supposed to be spent gaining rest.

However, the tribe lived unfortunately close to the land known as Kael. Though a large wall had been erected to keep the various monsters there out. It was rarely necessary, but occasionally those close to the wall would tell of a deep growling, or the sounds of bones in the wind. Most grew up to believe the monsters a fairy tale. So when the spider cleared the wall and started to devour girls working on the farm, the people were totally unsure how to react. How could they defend themselves from what they had been told was unreal, and how could they defend themselves from what they had been prohibited from harming?

Saan killed the beast with a woodcutting ax, though the damage was done, and one girl and three men had been fatally wounded. As punishment for defying his tribe's most sacred principles, Saal was banished beyond the wall, charged with making his own way in the vast province of Kael. He was thirteen.

One year later, battered, bruised, cut, and burned after one far-too-close encounter with a Creeper, Saal decided that he was through with shanty huts and doors that would brake down. He was going to make a fortress. And that he did. Eventually, he had a sizeable home surrounded by high stone walls, capped with a piece of glass at intervals to stop the spiders from climbing over. Eventually, as he successfully irrigated and farmed land, he stopped leaving the walls entirely. The door was replaced with solid stone. Inside these walls, was safety, whether it be day or night. He had all he needed here.

Instead of exploring outwards, he explored down. Finding a large quantity of a mysterious red stone. In the interceding three years between then and now, he has discovered many of its uses and buried himself in the study of redstone. He often forgot to sleep and eat during his experiments, save for when the lack of food caused him actual bodily harm, forcing him to take breaks.

During the day he lived a life of redstone, but at night, haunting dreams damned him to waking up screaming. Sometimes, he would just have to break out of his fortress, just to get away from his dreams. He found a colony of wolves, tamed them all and kept them as pets, and this gave him some comfort, but one particularly bad night meant a siege from enemies of all sorts on all sides. His wolves put up a valiant fight, he could hear them, but by morning they were all dead, leaving him with nothing but more twisted visions to remember in his nightmares.

There was one thing, however, that he did aside from study redstone. Creating a very small chicken farm, and using massive amounts of flint he had found whilst exploring the comforting depths underground, Saan built a small tower and murdered every beast that came within range of his arrow. He rarely left to collect it's resources. He didn't need them. He needed something to do, and something to blame.

His dreams are maddening him once more. He will soon have to leave to prevent himself from going insane. The prospect frightens him.

Personality: A far cry from his peaceful tribe ways, Saan never lets a monster live if he can help it. Having been shunned and exiled for killing, he figures that he may as well be a killer for having the punishment. He has a fear of people and a natural disliking of animals due to the aforementioned wolf massacre. He is quirky, eccentric, a little insane, and suffering from a stutter since his tongue is lax from underuse. He loves counting.

Other: He loves redstone machines and uses a bow and arrow for combat.
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Old 07-15-2012, 06:55 PM
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Excellent, you're in/reserved guys.
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Just posting to say I can start this with a small number of players if necessary but I need at least 4 UoU
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...You know what, fuck it. Let's do this. I'll reserve.

…It is going to be really weird doing this but let’s give it a shot with my current skin. O:

Name: Violet Fox
Age: She appears to be around 20 years old.
Gender: Female

Appearance: Violet is pretty short, only just barely standing at five foot zero. She is also very light and lithe, weighing in at about a hundred pounds. She usually wears a very small, loose-fitting sort of wrap-around top, and a loose sheet of fabric wrapped around her waist to make a makeshift skirt. Her skin is not too pale and not too tan, though it has the odd characteristic of being purple-tinged, and her hair is very bright red to go with that. Her eyes are forest green and her ears are slightly pointed. On her hip is a tattoo of a kitsune coiled around a music note, and on her back are tattooed a pair of bright violet wings. She has begun to develop some form of muscle from all the building projects she’s taken up.

History: Violet couldn’t really tell you about where she came from, for fear that no one would believe her, but she could describe the people in it pretty well. There were normal human-types, those who performed magic, and those who had discovered the secrets of flight. Violet was of the latter sort. She had a wife, one adopted daughter, and one biological daughter on the way by way of the magic-doers, so she claims.

But one day of course, she would be out among the trees on her own… when a thunderstorm would strike. Try as she might, she could not make her way home fast enough to get out of the way. She was taken down by a lightning strike and left unconscious in the middle of unknown territory.

When she would awaken, the first thing she did was attempt to fly away, only to find that the power had been taken from her. On top of that, she was in a completely different location from where she had been when the storm hit. Left powerless and alone, All she really could do was try to build herself shelter. She raised a quick little shanty out of the nearby pine trees, and huddled in there for the first nights. She would try to sleep, but sleep would not come from her. The low groans, the clattering of bones, some… odd slurping sounds, surrounded her. She was afraid. She was hungry. She wanted to return home.

She got by by learning quickly how to craft tools and various objects. Her shanty very soon became a cozy little shack. The noises still frightened her, but she learned how to take care of the monsters nearby with a stone sword, lots of torches and some fences. She took care of her food shortage by fencing in a few pigs and finding the tools to grow wheat.

She has only really ever explored once, and that was downward. In the depths, she found some curious things. Lovely blue stone, and sparkling diamonds, but only a few. With the blue stone, she carpeted her home with the dyed wool from some sheep she found. With the diamonds, she crafted a pickaxe that remains with her to this day. Beyond that however, she has not left her settlement, and refuses to. Instead, she’s begun building a library on the back end of her plot of land, with an odd table in the middle. Perhaps maybe, she claims, she will find her way home through the study of magic.

The dreams started coming to her shortly after the table went in. The voice, the dragon… they wouldn’t leave her mind. They bothered her. After a while, she couldn’t take it. She decided that once her library was finally finished, she would set forth and go, and find the place in her dreams… no matter how much she didn’t want to. It might just be her ticket home.

Personality: Violet is the quiet sort. She’s not really very active at all, besides her building projects. They keep her mind off of her wife and her children, at least for the time being. She hasn’t seen another sentient being in a very long while, so she’s had little to talk to, resulting in her being very soft-spoken and nervous. The rest, I’ll probably play out.

Other: …Yeeeeaaaah.
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Name: Pin
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Appearance: Pin is quite pale, with a wide-open face and dark rings under his eyes. He doesn't look as old as he is and that isn't old to begin with; you wouldn't be too weird if you thought he was fifteen years old. Pin has longish, unkempt, dry black hair, as well as a moderate amount of scraggly facial hair. His fingernails and toenails are uneven and kind of dirty, leading to his habit of cleaning them with a little knife he keeps in his pockets. He often has a quirky little smirk on his face for no apparent reason, but it probably isn't malicious. He's quite hairy in some places as well, but he's not quite a sasquatch or anything,

His clothes are stripey(ish), grey-plus-whatever-color-he-tried-to-dye-them, roughly spun, and quite honestly sparse; he'd deny it if you asked, but he only keeps most of his clothing around for when it gets cold, spending much of his time aboveground shirtless. He often carries around a messily-stitched, misshapen satchelly-thing. His shoes are leather sandals that tie rather well to his feet, and Pin otherwise doesn't cover his legs; his pants are more like overlong, shapeless shorts and socks have proven... difficult for him to make. He's added a lot of special-purpose pockets to his clothing over time, as well as padding in the knees and elbows and other such areas.

Pin has constructed a very large pickax that he uses in lieu of a sword or something stupid like that. He's also got a bow and a handful of arrows, but he isn't great with them. Pin's also got the aforementioned knife, but he doesn't life stabbing things; he feels better when he just knocks them to death with his heavy pick.

History: Pin is a tunnel rat, or at least he used to be. Over time he's built a rather large, secure underground home for himself that is almost undetectable by sight from above. There's a spot where he's rerouted a river to go underground, there's a moderate iron deposit, there's even a rather nice little bedroom with a locking door. He's also built a few square pits that contain crops that he tends to; sometimes animals drift in there and he killmurderstabsthem with his pick, but mostly he keeps a flock of sheep that he kills when he has to but otherwise just shaves. The subterranean compound mentioned earlier only has one entrance, hidden under a square of turf, but little holes dot the area around it for ventilation.

Pin's... not quite sure how long he's been about, really. He doesn't talk much about his past (even to the sheep) and it's unclear whether he remembers anything tangible. He just about remembers the last five or six years clearly enough, though. He's lived in his undergound complex for that whole time, although it's been considerably upgraded during that interval. The sheep are relatively new, though, and Pin has spent much of his time over the months and months breeding them and getting them tame. He's also a bit... preoccupied with TNT, stockpiling the stuff and using it on occasion.

Personality: Pin doesn't seem to be all there a lot. He giggles inappropriately and liberally, often at the ends of his own sentences. He's also quite talkative besides, filling empty space in a conversation with zeal; he's had a lot of practice, as all of his conversations that he remembers (that weren't dreams!) were one-sided. As far as fighting goes, Pin seems to check out even further than normal, bashing whatever he needs to in their tender bits until they stop moving. This is at odds with how he behaves normally; despite his head being in the clouds most of the time, Pin is a ferociously good planner and a rather skilled logical thinker. His ideas aren't always scaled correctly, is all...
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Ok can I be like a warrior awakened from a deep slumber to help fight for this new dream? Or maybe a enderman who helps from a distance and finally they approach him and he talks and is friendly?

Also can we run tekkit, flans gun, and battle armor, so we can use guns, more weapons and all the fun features of industrial craft?
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Ok can I be like a warrior awakened from a deep slumber to help fight for this new dream? Or maybe a enderman who helps from a distance and finally they approach him and he talks and is friendly?

Also can we run tekkit, flans gun, and battle armor, so we can use guns, more weapons and all the fun features of industrial craft?
You have to be human or Testificate for this rp, sorry. And I'm not sure how that first idea would work...?

And I don't really wanna include mods at all (except maybe Twilight Forest), so that's another no, sorry.

ETA: oh yeah Blastoise is in, I'm writing the thread proper up now.
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Eh maybe I'll join, reserve me anyhow.
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Ok joining

Name: Jax Antinsa
Age: 25
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History: He was born and raised in a simple and small testificate village, he was a trader and merchant. Eventually he was able to obtail all the materials in order to craft 2 diamond swords and went out on his own. he built his own castle fortress and resides there, always seen about with his two trusty swordas and a bow.

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