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  4. Spring

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    It kinda sucks that the server died but I just wanna recall a few things I genuinely liked this server because it brought back the enjoyment of serious rp. Yeah i wasnt the best at it and i messed up alot throughout the years but i really loved this concept. I loved the map changing and hype and passive rp and character development. These people I spent time with for nearly 3 years, since i was a sophomore in high school, I'm just so glad I found this server. If it ever reopens, I'll be the first to join!! It was so worth it and for all my characters like Martin colt park, or mr smiles's friend that died to that flamethrower guy, or chelsie jasmine or Jason udesky... it was all a great experience so thank you guys so much. OFF TO COLLEGE
  5. Steam Name: Sountrex Steam ID: STEAM_1:0:121532275 Steam Profile Link: https://steamcommunity.com/id/Sounti/ Rp Experience: I have about 1 and a half years of experience on discord RP and other than that about 3-4 months of Half-life 2 Roleplay including what few days i played on here before i left abruptly How did you stumble upon our server?: Well Just as before the HL-2 server i was playing on absolutely fell in RP quality and standards so considering the positive rp i have had on this server previously (despite me doing a bad thing on the forums) I'm willing to make an actual character bio and explanation about my character. Character Name: John Kennedy Myers Character Sex: Male Character Age: 22 Previous Major Occupation(s): Tailor for quite a long time, Worked as an excercise tutor as well. Character Equipment: Sewing equipment (Which is a thread and a bunch of other stuff used for sewing) along with a makeshift mask to cover his face with basic armor that barely even protects from knife attacks. Moral Alignment(See Chart below this post): Chaotic Neutral Strengths: Tailoring (Able to craft and sew and repair kevlar armors along with other things.) Has an agile body due to the hobby he has had in the past of parkouring which also helped him survive for this long. Weaknesses: Has major Trust issues even if he doesn't show it. Has hard times to attach to anyone emotionally. Seems constantly tired mentally and emotionally. Constantly doubtful of his actions Character Backstory a.k.a. how or why are you here (One paragraph minimum, be creative! More backstory does not always mean a better app! Put thought into how they'll interact with others too!): John's origins are unknown even to those close to him. This peculiar individual was met with the same fate everyone else has endured through the end of the human populous. He started off as a simple tailor before the outbreak making good money as well as having a side job as a fitness instructor due to his desire to be agile and fast and keep his body in shape. When the outbreak first broke out he used the rooftops to his advantage and being in a small town like he was the rooftops made his escape easier seeing how the life he knew before crumbled around him including that of all of his loved ones dying. He used the moment of chaos and distraction by the zombies that were feasting on the what left of the city to make his escape swiftly running into non-populated areas. There he lived for most of his time hunting or fishing for whatever food was left that was not corrupted or changed by the virus. With what few resources he had grabbed from home he was able to sustain the bare minimum for maintaining his life in the woods by making makeshift water supplies using the rain as an opportinty as well as boiling water and filtering it using primal methods. Following the story of John his small humble abode was found out by a group of survivors. He was recruited into their ranks for the promise of being taught how to use firearms to protect himself and others from the zombified humans. Little did he know however is that the group of survivors were crazed lunatics leading to believe that they need to make a sacrifice to some greater being and with all of what he saw after they attacked an actual survivor camp his eyes widened. Lost for words as the lunatics slaughtered and shot every person inside letting the zombies finish off those who were even still alive. He looked down at the simple pistol given to him along with the knife and simple vest and gas mask he threw it away in his crazed fit of rage and hatred of being played like a puppet on strings, taking out a knife they had previously given him as gear he indulged in his blood thirst killing one of the members with a well placed stab in the neck ripping out the man's adam apple only to get shot in the left shoulder by the lunatics wielding a M1911 as they laughed while the dead began feasting on their flesh. John had to make a swift escape nearly breaking his shoulder in an attempt to climb up the buildings and over the walls falling on top of a shambler infected managing to escape without a scratch from the slow and unresponsive zombie. After managing to escape to a nearby cave he quickly scouted it out with his hand on his shoulder to stop the bleeding of the gunshot would. The bullet deep into his shoulder and with his mental state deteriorating ever so hastely he dug into his wound with the thread he uses to sew things with painfully ripping the bullet out of his shoulder leading him to nearly losing the feeling on his left shoulder. He tore off bits of his clothes and bandaged the wound the best he could with his pretty non-existant medical skills just to get him through this hoping to not bleed out. A few days after regaining his strength with his wound not being treated it was a miracle he had survived for this long. He found a lone and shy woman to help him with his wound in exchange for food and water that he had on him. After receiving the treatment he needed he was sent off on his way now with his gear and Tailoring equipment pretty busted up he arrived in the gates of this promised haven he had heard previously. Hoping that this time there could be hope without betrayal... or distrust...
  6. memecity

    Smiles Staff Application

    Despite our limited interactions, you have came across as someone who is easily approachable and a great person to hold a conversation with. You have a decent roleplay ability, and you have been in this community for along time. You also expressed your desire to give a helping hand to this community and personally told me this. You have conducted yourself well and that has left a good impression on me. I can't speak for anyone else, but I do believe you can hold a role in the administration of this server. +Support
  7. Spring

    Jason Udesky (Gen 2) [1/8]

    THE COMA UPDATE Jason was walking down the street street to go into the woods to check on his traps. He caught some squirrel before he ran into a group on zombies. He whipped out his sledgehammer and started swinging, hitting left and right, swerving around to make sure he isnt grabbed. After he grabs the last one, a jumper leaps on him from the back and slashes at him, a scratch nailing his face, he yelps and grabs the jumper, throwing him at a tree before jumping off a small cliff, falling face first and coughing. He later on manages to run into a small hut, ramming inside and blocking the door. He turns and he sees something.. 3 hours later... He makes it home with multiple bruises and scratches, too injured to move for a while (I wanted to do something cause he was in the middle of rp with things and it would be awkward if I didnt come for like 2 months online. I have college shit and I'm taking more classes and swim so I need to try my hardest.)
  8. MrSmiles

    Prayer.

  9. memecity

    Prayer.

    "When I was a kid, I used to think about becoming a teacher. Look at me now... look at everyone else. We were all pure at that time, but everything got muddled and confused. I miss the simple times. It's hard now." - John Gasparino His shoulders hike, hand reflexively reaching for the door before him. He wasn't much of a truly religious man, other than the fact he was brought up as a Catholic. He was intending for a brief stay in the Church, to let out all that was inside of him. His hands were trembling as he walked into the Church, feeling such a strong mixture of pain and anger in that moment. John desperately believes he can become a better person. Sure, most would say he's trying to live a quiet life, doing his best with others, is insincere; and to a point, yes, he was doing it for his own safety. Those thoughts race into his head at every moment. As the smoke from the end of his cigarette ghosts up into the air. Hearing the ambient sounds of the church, his instincts kicked in and he immediately scanned over the area for a suitable place to sit. It just had to be so uncomfortable, hadn't it? There was a priest, standing idle, lighting candles. His eyes watched the priest closely, keeping a steady view on him. John was always so strong, so brave and it was something that never failed. But now, he was trembling, afraid and it was an unusual sight. He noticed the priest taking notes of his nervous behaviour, and twiddled with his thumbs. His heavy eyelids began to blink at a rapid pace. He could feel his muscles tense up and the world grew a little more enclosed for him. John took another deep breath, clutching his hands together. He blurted out a couple words, before praying in a silent manner. But nonetheless, he was still trembling, calling out for redemption. The priest who noticed him was curious, he had so many things to ask of him. But he kept them quiet for now, not wanting to bombard the man with questions in his time of prayer. He was praying for hours, a dark shroud coating him throughout his prayer, though with a small state of agony pushing through. His voice was like a mumble at times, sounds that escaped his lips. At first, he tried to contain all of his agony in silence, thinking that he could contain years of anger. Breathless heaves tore itself from his throat. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his widened eyes gazed straight ahead. As shivers ran up and down his spine, his gaze fixed onto the priest, just looking at him. "Are you alright?" The priest gazed at him for the sake of eye contact, and step by step he walked closer and was immensely cautious. "What?" His face scrunched into one of confusion. Since he didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong, he was a bundle of confusion; fortunately, he went along with it. His brows perked up. "I'm praying." He folded his arms and looked at him as if to say, "Alright. You've got my attention." There he was. The priest. The guy who rang a bell - the guy who built the foundations of his Church on something else than donations. John was silent for a moment, but at the same time he felt like he needed to talk. Yet again, his voice rang through and into John's ears. "You were yelling. For the past hour, and I listened." He let the man talk. His face was as confused as ever; because he didn't think he was yelling. John believed he was speaking in silence. Something obviously overtook him in the last moments of his prayer. John just stared at him for a moment, twiddled his thumbs, then spoke again to him. "You ever... hurt someone? Make 'em disappear? I did things for no reason." A stiff smile broke from the priest's lips. "No, I haven't... but I have met people with stories like yours." But the priest couldn't understand. Why would this man come here? Why would he even come to a Church? Redemption or Rage? He couldn't tell. He knew that John had killed people. Not because it had been justified, but solely because of temptations. He killed people who might not have deserved to be killed. He should already know that killing people was wrong. Feeling regret did not erase what he had done. It did not erase the fact that the priest knew he was talking to a murderer. He didn't want to probe him with questions, because he knew of the unease that was circling around him. "Why?" The priest looked directly at him, looking him into the eye after what felt like an eternity of silence. John's mind was daring his eyes to dart away. Search for cover and find something else to look at instead of him. He should've just kept quiet. The priest's words put even more of a sober stamp on this whole ordeal, if one could call it that. John's heart sank a hundred miles down. His simple question made it all the more real. Painfully, so. "I... an impulse." He rasped. "But other than that, yeah. That's pretty much it." The priest's smile faded a bit. He didn't know what to think. He certainly didn't want to go for a phone, even if this man looked like a threat. There was no way he was leaving the conversation, especially whenever talking to a murderer. "I've waited years..." John said. "Always believed that prayers were bullshit." He almost changed his tone. He might start questioning the priest, and he was looking slightly uncomfortable at every second. "Do you... remember me?" The priest chuckled nervously at his response, his hands roaming nervously. "I remember everyone who comes here." John's steel blue eyes stare at him which almost is threatening at this point; however his movements were void. "Y'know... I wasn't only praying for myself. Prayin' for your family, too." His eyes flick down to his gun; his reflexes are quick to motion as his gun is pulled out, complete with a removed serial number and untraceable bullets. A hint of anger rose as he's aiming at the priest - as the priest was standing like a stone. "Who are you?" and John aimed his weapon at him for several moments. "You know who I am," began John, the steady lip of his gun continuing to laser at him, as he took a calculated approach towards him. The metallic click of his safety mechanism falling sung. Two bullets entering into his legs at a crippling speed. His gaze dropped to the floor as he watched him tumble, and he walked slowly and stared at him for a long while - before he finally spoke. "Gasparino. Your family are gone, partner. I knew you would forget... because that's who you are. I'm the one who remembers." A small gasp broke from the priest's throat and it was a look of pure horror that flicked into his eyes. "...Fuck you." His expression was mixed with agony, suffering, and rage. That was what John tasted for his whole life, and he got a taste of it. Before a bullet entered into his brain. A canvas of brain matter splattering over the floor of the Church. Once John left and the door was shut, he pressed his back against it released a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. John tried to clamp onto a piece of quiet as he walked to his car and left. Anything to get all this noise out. He watched as the place was up in flames. John had went back into the murky waters. A man who couldn't let go. A man who couldn't forget. That was what defined John Gasparino. A crown with gems and gold, Chase the throne, If I could only let go.
  10. Spring

    Smiles Staff Application

    On both notes, memey and serious, you are quite qualified for admin in my opinion. I have personally seen you work as an admin and admiral on bln roleplay. I have also seen you do serious rp on half life rp and on zerohour. When I wanted to introduce more people for serious rp, I thought of you and a small handful but you were the first to want to join. I remember the first times we joined together and rped seriously. It's been a longgg time since you have been on and it also seems the admins trust you too. +SUPPORT
  11. MrSmiles

    Smiles Staff Application

    1) Steam Name & SteamID Mr.Smiles & STEAM_0:0:4134190 2) IC character(s) you use currently. Jamie Udesky 3) Amount of collective RP experience & where, as well as any particular respected positions (A captain, an officer, etc.) (From my rp timeline) VG Halo RP - Pvt -Cpl VG Nutscript Military Zombie RP - Pvt - Sgt, (Semi Serious) VG/BLN Clonewars RP (They re-branded) - 1 Major, 4 commanders, 1 admiral BLN Nutscript Military Zombie Rp - Captain of Navy Seals. Zerohour RP Season 1 - Brandon Adelstein (First serious RP) Zerohour Rp Season 2 - Jamie Udesky Ark Roleplay - Police Officer, Pvt - Corporal Half life Roleplay - Civil Protection | Big wise chocolate fellow named Biggs Lee Nut Script Clone Wars RP - Sergeant Zerohour Roleplay Season 3 - Jamie Udesky 4) Any admin experience on prior servers; what kind of RP and what server Wolfgaming Prison Break - Trial Mod - Moderator VG Roleplay - Military Zombie RP, Clone wars, Halo - Moderator - Admin BLN Roleplay - Military Zombie RP, Halo, Clone wars, Half life rp - Admin 5) Why you want to become an admin for us I have been with this community since Season 1, while back then I didn't play that huge of a part community wise during season 1 but I like to think since season 2 I have shown nothing but love and support to this community for all the small and big things it does. What I hope to gain from being admin is just filling the empty spaces of time we have and to help out where I can. I know I am not the best event maker, mostly because of inexperience. But I would like to fix that and improve on it and show players why I fell in love with the server and the community. (If you want to ask about anything or want me to go more in depth about something then make sure to let me know) Or I can just keep doing memes, either way it works out for me bb
  12. Emptybag

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    I had been reading this occasionally throughout my packed day to try and lay down the law for how I felt on this issue, and I suppose I'll leave it here for the future, before I close and move this thread. Firstly, if the person who made the request ever sees this, I appreciate the effort you clearly put into the idea for the character and despite the language barrier, you definitely managed to convey your idea. However, I do stand by my fellow admins' opinions. Gonna keep it short since he probs won't even read it, but whatev: Before apping for something like this, try to RP on a more nuanced civilian more so the admin team can get a taste for your RP style (I have been absent for 2-3 weeks so if you have, forgive me) The VSS thing is complicated, yeah. I wouldn't have allowed it myself. As for someone who creates bullets/ repairs firearms, if you're dealing mostly with eastern weapons it'd be much less of a useful skill considering this takes place in the USA Furthermore, we have no real way to enforce the repaired items possibly 'blowing up' as per your idea you had mentioned unless we tie an admin next to every player shooting a weapon modded/repaired by the character. It wouldn't work well, and I'm sure people would inevitably feel targeted when they were told their firearm malfunctioned. As I've said on numerous other apps before this one, the backstory stuff is awesome for character building and while we are to a degree concerned with that, as it is 4 years into the apoc the info that is more interesting is how the character lived from 2016-now; the troubles and tribulations they faced. However, regardless denied via request by poster.
  13. SquejeMofo

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    There's a single US made VSS by a dude who does gunsmithing for a living, he's had to jump through so many hoops, acquire multiple ATF stamps, and spend so much money along with the rifle still technically being illegal it just makes it hard to support something like that as much as so many of us want them. -Oh he quit.
  14. Bulat

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    Right i don't want to be part of a community like this. Please delete this.
  15. Bulat

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    Meme ? right maybe to you americano but not to me. I just try to be myself here, if thats already a meme i don't i can play being titeld as "gopnik" do you even know what gopnik means in slav countrys ? I will leave it at that, i already feel i am not welcome.
  16. Legion

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    To clarify even further, everything about this screams stereotypical squatting Slav meme man. Which is a very “meh” concept to me
  17. Bulat

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    Did you call me a gopnik ? Thats very rude to say, anyway i know i like to pull old stalker jokes comrade but thats who i am. I ain't chaing my personality for a character
  18. Legion

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    Your response is cementing my opinion. Take a good 10 to 15 percent off the gopnik there bud. Because that’s the exaggeration I’m speaking about.
  19. Bulat

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    How can character be overdone ? I see your opinion friend but listen here comrade, this isn't supposed to be all special forces i kill you with knife in my panties thot. I make russian man who loves guns and shit he got a job at a Weapons plant whats wrong about that ? Other then shooting his beloved rifle he has no combat training let alone anykind of "killing instict" he is supposed to be a Sidrovich 2.0. So stalker please think about what i try to do here, this men can evolve in many diffrent way alone trader some weapons ammo boss whatever, but when i read other characters i don't comments like this why ? Because i am asking for something unique instead of the old "I am that kind of police/soldier/medic/trained whatever/ dood that goes arround survivng" No blyet.
  20. Legion

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    I’m extremely iffy on this application. The character alone just seems to be overly exaggerated and a bit goofy in my own opinion. I’m going to stay neutral on this one.
  21. sammynill

    Mayu Farr.

    Add Abraham.
  22. Bulat

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    Well that is the idea and since he is only "good" with russian weapons on that hand, you have a sligth chance of gun blowing up. Thing is he will get better overtime but i call that character development.
  23. Spring

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    I kinda like the idea of a bullet maker to be honest. We haven't had one to my knowledge.
  24. Bulat

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    Well you can get a VSS i suppose you just have to ship every part and kind of build up, i have no idea about U.S rules so i might be wrong, but even if he can't buy one there he certainly could have taken his Rus version and used connections to tula plant to somehow get it in. 9x39 is a hard bullet when it comes to buy it, my characters does not buy ammo. He makes it himself from 7.62x39 and 9mm, the rounds are not as effective as the actual armor penetrators but still do good. Since you can just alter the Kalash round to fit the 9mm projectile. Its not ideal but i will work as the kalash round has the same powder ammount as the 9x39 its just the bigger bullet infront.
  25. SquejeMofo

    Bulat means Steel - A Original Character

    I like the application, but one thing is is that you cannot get a VSS Vintorez into the United States. ATF has deemed it unsuitable for sporting, internal suppressor which would require a stamp, and 9x39 is extremely hard to come across. That's just my input
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