In Game Name : ABlockOfCheese
Blockland ID :37392
Have you read the rules and storyline? :Yes
What roleplay experience do you have : I have a tendency to pick a side when playing RPG's (even if that side will give me no real benefits, nor have any real effect on my life)and stick with that side til death, for example on Planetside 2 (yes I know it isn't an RPG) I refuse to play for any other faction than the NC, and deep down inside I feel like I have a repressed feeling of hate for those opposing the NC, though only during conflict. I don't actually hate them. I used to do a lot of power-role acting at my church as a younger kid and I developed a strong sense of character and was able to teach myself how to stay in character no matter what was required of me in the given situation. Any time I play DayZ I force myself to act as if my character that I am playing as at the given time is actually me, and that if I die in the game I actually die in real life. Immersion is in my opinion the most important part of a game, even if the graphical quality, storyline, or overall gameplay is sub par. That attitude also bleeds into basically any other game I play. I feel like my character is a reflection of my true self and I treat my character the way I would treat my own self I was really in that situation. That being said I am very good at not letting my personal beliefs wander into my character if the character being played doesn't call for it. Now, onto actual RPG experience, a while back I had a group of friends that played Minecraft RPG's a lot, and I usually played with them. I always understood my role in our faction that we had created and suck to it relentlessly. I have tried to play some of blockland's City RP's but they are almost always so terribly made I have learned to avoid them, for they almost always have no said roleplaying in them. Beacuse of how deeply I immerse myself in games I don't have to actually "act" more or less because the character you see me playing as is not a facade or a "character" so to speak, but for the lack of a better explanation, is actually my real self, my real attitude, however I do know how to keep my emotions from getting the best of me so I won't end up ruining gameplay for others.
IC Information
(this is all (apart from the bio) real information, some irl elements actually in the bio as well.)
Character Name: Tim Nickoles
Characters age: 16
Gender: Male
Future Ambitions: Mechanical Engineer, Automotive Service Technician
Skills: Marksmanship, driving, singing, and I am mildly athletic
Characters Appearance (In-game screenshot or Describe):
Characters biography/back-story (make this 3-4+ paragraphs w/ 5+ sentences each, and relate to the story):
(sorry if my parallel/sentence stucture is a bit sucky, I'm not a very good writer.)
My cousin rode ahead of me through the muddy trail on her Honda 3-wheeler. I was followed up by my friend Jay, who was having to create his own trail, since his dirtbike would have no chance in the deep mud. We came upon a small creek, which we then decided to cross. My cousin slammed the gas and powered trough it up to a smooth part of the bank. I was next. I backed up so I could get a head start, shifted into first gear, and hammered it. In my blind fury to get across, I forgot to look for rocks or deep spots in the creek. I was nearly across, and the creek started to get more shallow, and suddenly, BAM. The front end of my 4-wheeler sunk into the water and catapulted me off. I couldn't react fast enough to throw my hands up, and when I looked up all I could see was a huge boulder, which my head was bound for. Then, just as I thought it would all be over, just as I began to realize that my neck would probably end up pulverized and my skull busted open, I heard myself scream and saw all around me, white. It was then that I realized I had been dreaming the entire time.
I sat there, curled up in my tent, which I had no recollection of the acquiring of, for a few minutes, calming myself down. My heart continued to race and I could feel the adrenaline in my veins. I slowly began getting myself together and then realized another startling fact: I woke up in a completely different place than I had fallen asleep. At this point, I was calm and collected, I didn't feel like my blood pressure was enough to pop my head off, only for it to spike up again as I began panicking, for I had no idea where I was, I had a very small amount of food, and had neither knowledge of the topography of the area, nor of any type of nearby shelter. I then again slowly began an attempt to calm myself down. I slowly picked up my things and began to walk.
I walked for about an hour before I reached the edge of the forest and found a road. I followed it a short ways until I found a small farmhouse, which I promptly took shelter in and began rummaging around in the cabinets and drawers for food and drink. I found a bag of chips and a few bottles of water, and sat down to have a snack. As I ate my findings I decided to look back at some of the things I carried with me in my backpack. A few notes from school, a book about the various electrical systems in cars, nothing really important.
Then I found my picture envelope. I had all the pictures on my phone developed shortly before the whole apocalypse thing happened, when things were still quiet but starting to get dangerous. I sifted through the pictures to try and find one of my family and I. after looking though about half of the pictures, I found it. There I was, sitting on the floor on front of the couch, my grandparents sitting on the left side of said couch, brother sitting directly behind me, and the rest of the couch occupied by my two cousins from Tennessee. On the floor next to me were of my other two cousins from Atlanta. We all sat there, smiling, right after eating a huge Christmas dinner. This was years ago, before I was even a teenager. I had no Idea about my grandparents or cousins, but my immediate family, my brother and parents, I had been forced to watch get executed by some guy named "Donny". It was just us four on a family vacation, and when everything started happening and society collapsed, people, like this Donny person had no one to stop them from reigning terror upon innocent, unarmed people. I wasn't sure why he let me live, possibly to relay his message of terror to others, and spread fear among the people I came across. That was nearly two years ago, of course.
Instead of preaching of the atrocities committed to my family by him, I asked everyone I met if they knew anything about him. It got to a point when there was no one left to ask, and everyone I came across was always trying to kill on sight. I began to ponder if these hostile people were actually a part of a much bigger picture. They were rebuilding society, perhaps, or they were just too fearful of me following and killing them that they tried to kill me instead. I became a nomad living off whatever I could scavenge, off of dead bodies, abandoned homes, anything I could find. It was then that I "met" this guy who called himself "The Reaper". Met is in quotes because we never actually met, we would just leave notes for each other to read in this one small barn. I asked him about Donny and if he knew anything, and he said that his "tribe" so to speak killed Donny a long time ago. I just could never be sure. "The Reaper" claimed he was a part of, if I remember correctly, the "Modernizers". He said his leader, a "Mrs. Regis" waged a sort of war against Donny and his men. Eventually, I decided to bid The Reaper farewell and began my journey around greenwood to find more evidence of Donny's death. That was about a year ago, and I continue, every day my search.
I met a scavenger a few weeks ago who said he might be able to get me a real home, and a chance to be a part of a real community with some sort of Republic. We talked for about half an hour and he told me about all he heard on the topic of Donny. It was at this point I could rest easy knowing the man who ordered the murder of my family was dead. I told this scavenger I was interested in his offer to join his community, yet he said it wasn't his decision, he was only making a suggestion. We broke off our separate ways, but I told him to meet me one week later at the same place and I would tell him if I really wished to join him and the "Republic". When me met up again I told him I really wanted to join and he brought me back to their place.
And that's where we pick up at the present time.
What faction do you hope to join? Republic
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