Post by Supleted on Jan 2, 2012 21:12:40 GMT -5
OOC
IGN: Supleted
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: When I was along, I fantasize myself as a half-man-half-spider scientist, a dedicated pet owner who couldn't raise pets due to a traumatized past, a blob of immobile meat with 9 eyes, a live grenade that wants to be a pharmacist, and binky.
Why Us: My friends have recommended this server to me, all the while talking about the server being THEIR dream server. Meanwhile, a cosmic goldfish is devouring the entire universe, but to stop it, Twilight sparkle must unite all of equestria as well as the anti-magic alliance, in order to bring peace to the fishman amongst the stars.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekday afternoon, pacific time.
IC
Name: Zeecra
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Appearance: He is a red lizard with a colorful but obviously fading fin lines. He prefers reading good books by a fireplace though he often complains about the smell of burning netherrack. Sometimes he wishes to return to a simpler time filled with love and understanding, but he would soon remember to take the pills.
Fears: He always ramble on about how his past haunts him in his dreams, but what he is afraid the most is the sight and the sound of a guillotine. Blood he can handle, but every time he hears that dreadful screech of the sharp blades, he would cringe for minutes to come. It also doesn't help that he lives a few blocks away from the gallows.
Personality: A generally jolly person, Zeecra had been know to make jokes about the chicken and the stormcloaks. Of course, people have been complaining about his jolly personality, since on some nights, his neighbors would complain about him laughing all night long.
Occupation: Zeecra is a local pharmacist. He likes to grow his own medicine, though he is known to venture out into the wild from some of the more exotic herbs. No one is allowed in his basement.
Skills: Zeecra may be old, but he can still wield a small blade with precision. He is pretty adept at mixing up potions, though more than one person complained about his potions being a bit "random" in nature. His ability to vreath under water prompted him to flood parts of his house with murky liquid; don't drink it.
Nickname (Optional): Dr. Z
RP Example (Add Dialogue): How was I supposed to know he is allergic to pointy spike things?
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
“Just relax darling!” I calmly conversed with the female tied up on your operating table. “You might be wondering why we bagged you up and dragged you all the way to my chamber. Well, the legion needs a constant supply of fresh, erm, subjects, and I certainly could think of no better subjects that a POW from the Rift! Now then, young lass, you will have the pleasure to be the first person in minecraft history to test out my greatest creation yet! It’s called the wobblejack serum, and its effects are… unpredictable at best. But don’t worry lass; if it goes well, you might be transformed into something wonderful! Now, as an educated army head of intelligence, I know…. absolutely nothing about the outcome of said serum. Although… I will find out pretty soon!”
But before I could transfer the serum into her, my lab assistant and a bunch of rebels busted into my laboratory. Apparently, he was a stormcloak spy, and he had been slowly gathering rebels inside our base, until he caught news of me experimenting on her girlfriend. On hindsight, I should have realized his treachery when my latest subject’s report had a picture of my lab assistant in taped on the corner; but I was too busy being shot in the leg to think about things at the moment.
As they walked away, I warned the ruffians about the guillotine I had installed inside the chamber; and as they hesitated beneath the third staircase from the bottom, I pulled out a remote lever from my lab coat, and activated the guillotine. Well, it turned out that the guillotine wasn’t installed above the third staircase from the bottom; far from it, it was actually installed beside my dissection table, where I lay bleeding from my leg. My blunder brought me nothing but jeers from the rebels as my leg was torn from the rest of my body.
And now the room is empty; for the moment, I can only think to myself: “I supposed I was right! I’m about the find out the effects of my serum pretty darn soon!”
IGN: Supleted
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: When I was along, I fantasize myself as a half-man-half-spider scientist, a dedicated pet owner who couldn't raise pets due to a traumatized past, a blob of immobile meat with 9 eyes, a live grenade that wants to be a pharmacist, and binky.
Why Us: My friends have recommended this server to me, all the while talking about the server being THEIR dream server. Meanwhile, a cosmic goldfish is devouring the entire universe, but to stop it, Twilight sparkle must unite all of equestria as well as the anti-magic alliance, in order to bring peace to the fishman amongst the stars.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekday afternoon, pacific time.
IC
Name: Zeecra
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Appearance: He is a red lizard with a colorful but obviously fading fin lines. He prefers reading good books by a fireplace though he often complains about the smell of burning netherrack. Sometimes he wishes to return to a simpler time filled with love and understanding, but he would soon remember to take the pills.
Fears: He always ramble on about how his past haunts him in his dreams, but what he is afraid the most is the sight and the sound of a guillotine. Blood he can handle, but every time he hears that dreadful screech of the sharp blades, he would cringe for minutes to come. It also doesn't help that he lives a few blocks away from the gallows.
Personality: A generally jolly person, Zeecra had been know to make jokes about the chicken and the stormcloaks. Of course, people have been complaining about his jolly personality, since on some nights, his neighbors would complain about him laughing all night long.
Occupation: Zeecra is a local pharmacist. He likes to grow his own medicine, though he is known to venture out into the wild from some of the more exotic herbs. No one is allowed in his basement.
Skills: Zeecra may be old, but he can still wield a small blade with precision. He is pretty adept at mixing up potions, though more than one person complained about his potions being a bit "random" in nature. His ability to vreath under water prompted him to flood parts of his house with murky liquid; don't drink it.
Nickname (Optional): Dr. Z
RP Example (Add Dialogue): How was I supposed to know he is allergic to pointy spike things?
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
“Just relax darling!” I calmly conversed with the female tied up on your operating table. “You might be wondering why we bagged you up and dragged you all the way to my chamber. Well, the legion needs a constant supply of fresh, erm, subjects, and I certainly could think of no better subjects that a POW from the Rift! Now then, young lass, you will have the pleasure to be the first person in minecraft history to test out my greatest creation yet! It’s called the wobblejack serum, and its effects are… unpredictable at best. But don’t worry lass; if it goes well, you might be transformed into something wonderful! Now, as an educated army head of intelligence, I know…. absolutely nothing about the outcome of said serum. Although… I will find out pretty soon!”
But before I could transfer the serum into her, my lab assistant and a bunch of rebels busted into my laboratory. Apparently, he was a stormcloak spy, and he had been slowly gathering rebels inside our base, until he caught news of me experimenting on her girlfriend. On hindsight, I should have realized his treachery when my latest subject’s report had a picture of my lab assistant in taped on the corner; but I was too busy being shot in the leg to think about things at the moment.
As they walked away, I warned the ruffians about the guillotine I had installed inside the chamber; and as they hesitated beneath the third staircase from the bottom, I pulled out a remote lever from my lab coat, and activated the guillotine. Well, it turned out that the guillotine wasn’t installed above the third staircase from the bottom; far from it, it was actually installed beside my dissection table, where I lay bleeding from my leg. My blunder brought me nothing but jeers from the rebels as my leg was torn from the rest of my body.
And now the room is empty; for the moment, I can only think to myself: “I supposed I was right! I’m about the find out the effects of my serum pretty darn soon!”
