spiraxo

What is your Minecraft account name? spiraxo What is your age? (Be truthful, we do not discriminate based on age) >implying I would reveal this on the forums What timezone do you use? GMT What previous experience have you had as a roleplayer? Used to RP on TN, have played a few Shadowrun and DnD 3.5 campaigns. I have played a handful of CRPGs, like DX:HR and Dragon Age Origins, if they count for anything. When you think of roleplaying, what comes to mind? Playing a role in a game of some form, be it LARP, PnP or game roleplay server How did you hear about Gaia Life RPPVP? Used to play on TN, left for a while, came back and discovered Gaia Life Have you read the basic Gaia Life lore, and hereby swear to abide by it? Yes I have read the lore and swear to not break the lore or do anything meta with the knowledge it provides Have you the rules governing this server, and understand them? Yes I believe I have a solid understanding of the rules To verify that you read the links in this application's intro, please give a brief summary of what they discuss. The first provides an explanation of God-modding, which to my understanding is making an RP character who is incredibly overpowered compared to other rpers and can get out of any situation easily and without a scratch. The article also provides information on how to deal with a God-Modder The second is a wikipedia article on meta-gaming, which as far as I can see is using information your character could not possibly have to your character's benefit, like finding a hidden box and typing in the code your character couldn't know in a Shadowrun game because you read the adventure module In-Character Information Please make sure your character name is something you can live with in-game. Character Name: Dr John Smith Character Age: 27 Character Race: Cyborg/Mutant Character Biography and Description: Dr John Smith was originally Dr Owen Williams. Up until his death when he was 22, he was perfectly normal, an aspiring engineer living in Midgar. While walking down a road in Midgar, he slipped up, fell down a flight of stairs and broke his neck, killing almost instantly. An unfortunate occurrence in Gaia, but not a terminal one. But when he came to and opened his eyes, he realized something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. Through a glitch in the GMSS, one hand was horribly deformed, a tangled mess of flesh and bone, writhing constantly. He, understandably, flipped out. Williams grabbed for the nearest sharp object and slammed it into his wrist over and over again, until the monstrosity that was once his right hand fell to the floor and stopped twitching. Sobbing all the way, he staggered over to his latest creation, which was, as luck would have it, a right hand. The new metal hand was quickly attached to his arm, but Williams took hours to calm down. When he woke the next morning, he realized that he was still in his home. Somehow he had not been discovered. He was safe. He could pass his new hand off as a sudden desire to become more than human. Over the next few months he explained his cover story and got all of his associates to accept his new hand as something he added for whimsy. Williams finally thought he was safe. Then it happened again. Another accident, another mutation. Now his left leg was cloven footed and digitigrade. This time he went berserk, terrified he would be found this time. After 4 hours of pain his leg was incinerated and he had a new, metal leg. This time his friends and family were more suspicious, but Williams managed to pass that one off as a desire to be better than human again. But he kept having accidents, more and more of them, and each time he had an accident he had a mutation, and so another augmentation. The people he was close to became more and more suspicious, until his closest friend finally came up to him and asked if he was mutating. Williams panicked, and in the chaos he killed his friend. Of course, in Gaia that wouldn't last long. So he decided to end it all, still not thinking rationally, and set his house on fire and sat inside as it burnt to the ground. When he awoke, his face was a swarming maw filled with tentacles, eyes and teeth. He ran to his workshop, grabbed a faceplate from his workbench, intended for a rich merchant intent on becoming entirely metal, worked it into a blank mask and riveted it to his skull. Dr Owen Williams became Dr John Smith, the friendly cyborg down the road no one really knew. But even that became dangerous and eventually John upped sticks entirely and left Midgar, striking out into the wilderness in an attempt to live alone and without constant danger of discovery. Of course, he cannot do everything himself and has to enter various towns every now and then for essential supplies Smith still lives in fear, as every time he dies, he mutates a little more and is one step closer further from being a human, to becoming a re-cog. As such he has become incredibly paranoid, allowing no one in his home, telling few where it is located and avoids getting close to anyone, in case they betray or attack him. This reclusive behavior only adds to his strangeness, along with the scars covering his body where he cut off extra limbs or the mis-matched augs to replace missing parts or cover up mutation. Is this your first attempt with our application? If not, please list other attempts. Yes, this is my first attempt. Meta Questions In this section, your character will be placed into a set of hypothetical situations. Please consider your answers carefully. You stumble upon a small group of soldiers, approximately three counted among this group. They are harassing a middle aged street thug about some missing bronze machine parts that have gone missing from a local machine shop. What do you do? I keep on walking by, why should I care if some thug stole some machine parts? Doesn't affect me, and anyway, I need food, not machines. As you are walking down the street, you notice some smugglers moving crates of what is clearly marked as "Ordnance" through an alleyway. The building they are moving said crates into is in-fact the only school in the sector, and if lost, would be irreplaceable. How do you approach the situation? I stare at the smugglers. If anything went wrong, the school would be destroyed and maybe the children die. But if I go to the authorities, they might be suspicious of me! They could take me in for my protection in the court case, and then what if they made me take off the mask? I would be discovered! I would be locked up, or even worse, killed! And if I die I could become one of them. A re-cog. I guess- I guess someone else will find it first, or the smugglers will take it. They can't be that stupid, it's valuable merchandise! yeah, yeah it will be fine, I don't have to do anything, I'll just go buy some food and go home, it will be fine... You have been kicked out of your home. As you walk down the street, people and soldiers snicker at you as you pass by. Your own family wont even talk to you or read your messages. Somewhere along the line, you have done something so horrible that society would rather let you live, so that you can serve as a constant reminder of the evil of men. What have you done? I walk down the dusty street, head down ashamedly. I know what I did was wrong, but the kid had seen beneath my mask! He might tell someone! Sure he was only nine, but-but he would have ruined me! For no damn reason! I tried to tell him not to tell anyone, but he ran for the main street screaming! So I had to do something, and that spade was just lying there! I didn't think he would die, just fall asleep and forget everything! And I had to get rid of the body, what was I meant to do, leave it? So what if I rendered his body down into scrap meat and composted him? He would have ruined me! I stop suddenly, realising what I am doing. I am justifying the murder of an innocent child. I need to go home. And find another town to buy food from. You're approached by a street thug, clearly much stronger than you are. He demands everything valuable that you're carrying. What do you do? I quickly hand over everything valuable on me, the best stuff is at home and if I die, I will lose it all and even worse, might mutate again. I might mutate into something worse. No, it is easier to hand over everything now. Two plumbers walk into a bar and promptly start a fight. What do you do? I keep my head down, nothing to do with me, and what could I do? Why should I care? It's only risk, risk of discovery, risk of death and then another mutation. Sorry if I wrote too much.