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  1. What is your Minecraft account name? abbysall19 What is your age? (Be truthful, we do not discriminate based on age) Obviously not going to share on here. What is your Timezone? Central Standard Time (CST) Have you read, and do you understand the rules governing this server? Yes. What previous experience have you had as a Roleplayer? I have played on multiple RP servers; including Terranovos. How did you hear about Gaia Life RPPVP? I had recieved the message from BritishG4m3r to the community announcing it. Is this your first attempt with our application? If not, please list other attempts. Yes. Have you +1'd our modpack on the Technic Platform? Yes, I have. Have you read the lore surrounding Gaia Life, and hereby swear to abide by the lore? Yes. Definitions Please describe in your own words what each of these means in a Roleplaying sense to you. Please do not Google or search up these definitions. Use your own words. Role-Playing: The act of 'playing' as someone/something other than what you actually are; typically in a fantastical environment. Meta-Gaming: Using cheats or modifications to advance yourself physically or during role-play. God-Modding: Forcibly directing role-playing and manipulating it to your own will. In-Character Information Please make sure your character name is something you can live with in-game. Character Name: Atlas Character Age: 28 Characters Race: Cyborg Characters Biography: Having grown up on a homestead along one of the major roads reaching across the continent, he was constantly fascinated by the passing caravans with cybernetically-enhanced people. After finally visiting Cestus in his teen years, he did extensive research on cybernetics and how to become cybernetically enhanced. After a few weeks deep in his studies, he had figured out how to create enchancements of his own; with his own personal flavors and all. Atlas has black hair, blue eyes. He is not visibly cybernetically enhanced, bar his arms. Being only mechanical, he drew inspiration for creating them from an old book he found in a ruined building not far from his house. Something called 'steampunk', they are colored brass and intricately designed, gears and sprockets visible on the outside. Meta Questions In this section, you will be asked a series of questions. Your responses are not directly responsible for the acceptance of your application, but if they are not answered, or answered seriously, your application can be denied. 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? The circumstances depend. If the soldiers are obviously corrupt, or just what some would say: assholes, I would make an attempt to help this thug. If the man truly did steal these machine parts, then I may as well just leave it to the soldiers to deal with him. 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 start by making an attempt to notify officials/guards of the situation I am seeing, and making an attempt to tail the perpetrators in order to get any details I could in assisting others with securing the ordinance. I however, would not play hero and charge in after them. 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? My experiments have been exposed; every last one of them. I spent most of my life abducting the homeless; the weak, and the poor to experiment on them. I had to pursue this knowledge, figure out how to preserve a life, or even to bring one back from the dead. Any of my theories, my plans, had all failed. All my subjects perished. Except one. A man who I believed to have been dead, but merely put into a comatose state, had awoken after I disposed of him, allowing him to report me to the officials. I was exposed; I should have been executed. But they decided otherwise. What better punishment than burning down my laboratory, with all my research, what I dedicated my life to? My life's work, now all for naught. Two plumbers walk into a bar and promptly start a fight. What do you do? I'd let the plumbers duke it out, enjoying the bit of what almost resembles two angry baboons smack each other in the face. I wouldn't, however, just sit there idly if one pulls a weapon of any sort on the other.
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