Name: I am addressed as, "Bryan" by my colleagues and family members.
Roleplay Name: I was unsure whether or not to make my username my roleplay name, but if it is allowed, I am Ulitimo.
Players you already know on the on the server (if any): No: quite frankly, I am new to Terraria multiplayer, and simply Google searched, "Terraria servers 1.3" looking for one I can stick to.
Previous roleplay experience: I have played, but not limited to:Dungeons and Dragons, both in real life and online, Pokemon, World of Warcraft (which I have 10 level 100s), the Elder Scrolls series, and in addition to, the Final Fantasy series.
What servers have you played on, and how long: I have played on random servers trying to find the right one and none have been quite up to par. I spent about an average of 30 minutes on these servers.
Why would you like to join our server: I would like to create more Terrarian friends as well as be able to play the game online and actually enjoy the experience.
You agree to follow the rules?: Yes.
You agree to a One week probation Period?: I agree to the probation time frame.
ROLEPLAYING QUESTIONNAIRE
You awake slowly, being brought back to consciousness by the feeling of the ocean spray hitting your face, and the sound of waves. You wake with a start, noticing you're adrift at sea on a piece of driftwood, and there's nothing you can see except the expanse of the sea around you. You subtly remember a storm, and the sound of a large amount of wood cracking. How do you react? (Roleplay it out.):
Upon realizing the position I have been placed in, I begin to tremble, even panic, as I grab my hair and curse the sea for not only taking my ship, but taking my house, no; my home. I stand up, knuckles on hips, I exclaim exasperated, " YOU MAY BE THE LARGEST WHORES THERE ARE, THE SEAS BUT I.. I AM A PIRATE, YOU CANNOT STOP ME FROM LIVING, ONLY I CAN! NOT YOU, NOT THOSE SAMURAI THAT PEOPLE LOVE SO MUCH, AND DEFINITELY NOT THOSE F**KING CYBORGS THAT ARE TRYING TO INVADE!" Sitting back down, I again realize I am adrift, I search my pockets to help me remember what happened. Finding only a talisman from my mother, a box of some unknown metal perfectly square, darker than black, that I have no idea of, a locked pistol holster (which thankfully is unlocked, seeing as I do not have a key), and a candy bar, have eaten: I feel defeated. Looking at the holster, I quickly remove the pistol and check as to whether or not I have any of the Blastoma rounds left, for that these are rounds that do not lose velocity and can puncture any type of surface. "3.", I say. "I have only 3 rounds left.. damn." I holster my pistol and enjoy the rest of my candy bar. With the second wind of my delicious, yet quite unhealthy snack, I fiddle with the box. No buttons, no bumps, no scratches, no nothing. With the sun setting, I give the sea my middle finger and decide to rest. I awake, but only to the sounds of a constant, irritating noise. I AM SHACKLED. Being dragged to a chamber I look at these two ladies dragging me. "CYBORGS?! OUT HERE?!" I proclaim. "SILENCE Earthling you have not been granted the permission to speak.", one states. "Shuuut ehp, you only have me because you caught in the middle of the sea.", I reply. One, strikes me with their arm, yet it did not feel like an arm. It felt cold, slimy, even a bit spiky to the touch. I am unconscious. I awake chained to the floor.
I am cold.
I am sweating.
But I remember. I remember my purpose.
The cyborgs, guarding me, the keep asking me one question, "What is in the box?" I can't take it, I yell, "WELL YA WANNA KNOW WHAT'S IN THE BOX DO YA? COME CLOSER, ILL TELL YA!" One guard gets inches within my face and demands that I tell him. I whisper, "It is a bit of this!" As I headbutt the guard, I snag his rifle, I lay waste to the guards, then I shoot my chains. The bullets do not ricochet.. "Heh, wonder when you picked up Blastoma rounds." I question the guards rhetorically. Grabbing the box, I shoot it, the bullet goes in 1/4 of the way and leaves just enough room to show the reactor, a small pinkish vortex, trapped. I place my pinky into the hole and instantly combust, along with the entire vessel, the ocean is ablaze, and it spreads to land, consuming the cyborg populated areas, for that they are travelling planet to planet laying waste to everything, everyone, and taking all the water. The first invasion was flawed, two of the turbines blew upon entering Earth's atmosphere. But the second invasionwas a success. My crew-mates and I knew we were in for it. We kidnapped people, many talents, many ideas, and built this box. This device. To end the cyborgs. Not for us, but for the next planets. We were already doomed. "So long", I say, grasping the talisman of my mother, she'd be proud I think. As the world implodes.
Upon realizing the position I have been placed in, I begin to tremble, even panic, as I grab my hair and curse the sea for not only taking my ship, but taking my house, no; my home. I stand up, knuckles on hips, I exclaim exasperated, " YOU MAY BE THE LARGEST WHORES THERE ARE, THE SEAS BUT I.. I AM A PIRATE, YOU CANNOT STOP ME FROM LIVING, ONLY I CAN! NOT YOU, NOT THOSE SAMURAI THAT PEOPLE LOVE SO MUCH, AND DEFINITELY NOT THOSE F**KING CYBORGS THAT ARE TRYING TO INVADE!" Sitting back down, I again realize I am adrift...
You're walking through the muddy tracks of a bustling city fair, and there are sound and smells all around you. An interesting place to be sure, but as you're looking into one of the makeshift bar, you see a bartender slip something suspicious into what looks to be a nobleman's drink. How do you react? (Roleplay it out.):
Chuckling, I am not motioned to tend to the nobleman. "Actions create REactions", I note. For a man to be so bold as to poison another man in daylight, the nobleman must've had it coming. Nobleman, it's just a title, see, you take it away, the label, and he's just a man, his sh*t don't shine, and he puts pants on like everyone else. One foot after the other. I walk and take up a bar stool next to the nobleman. I ask the bartender for a beer. He nods. With this, I turn to the nobleman. "How's the drink?", as I scoff. He says, "Just gre.." followed by the grabbing of the neck, and the fading towards the ground. He is dead. Motionless. Lifeless. I take the notes out of his satchel. I pay for the beer and tip the bartender. He nods. I start to walk away, not where I came from but to where I was going.
You're walking through the marketplace of a town, people passing back and quite a bit of confusion going on in what appears to be a rush hour of sorts. Around the middle of the square, a running child crashes into you, quite hard, and you take a tumble down onto the cobblestones. Instantly the child is helping you up and brushing off your coat, but before you know it, you feel a small hand snatch your purse, and as you turn around, another child is dashing through the crowd with your coin purse in hand, and if you turn back around, the other child has disappeared too, how do you react? (Roleplay it out.):
I am appalled and and gasp as I chase the brat who took my purse first. Little did these punks know, I am a Deputy TitsonChest. I catch the brat because I have matured well enough and have stayed physically fit to be able to catch an 11 year old trouble maker. I snatch my purse back, grab the handcuffs and handcuff him to a light pole. I then grab my radio dispatch, and tell the dispatcher we have a a situation, "I am at 34th and Long Beach, one suspect has been contained, his buddy is on foot heading northbound on Long Beach, probably just crossing 37th." I end the dispatch. Pulling out a jetpack from my purse, I begin to pursue the suspect. Minutes later, I find him. I land down and create a massive crater in the street. Thank goodness for force absorbent high heels. Next, in my purse, I pull out a rocket launcher. I lock onto the boy and shoot. Two balls, whirling on each of the net come out. The net hits him and the force causes the balls to tie the net around him. I think to myself, I need to get a more safe purse.
I enjoyed the plot of the first story more, taking more interest to it, but I still tried to make the others to come together. The purse of discontinuity was whimsical as well, such a cliche.
This is a fine and dandy but you need to apply in the application thread not here.