Post by zomgman on Jul 26, 2011 17:27:47 GMT -5
IGN :Evildude2000
Character's Name: *unknown*
Race: Undead for others, human for him (For now until somone makes him discover he is a zombie)
Character's Age: Old... Very Very old
Proffession: The townsfolk were too scared of him to accept him in any school or workplace, but he would make a good killer, a good ressource gatherer a good builder, whatever he needed to do to survive he did it a lot and he has experience in it.
A short description of your character's demeanor, style, etc: Very sociable since he hasnt met a human that didnt want to kill him his entire life, gets pissed when somone calls him a zombie, Looks exactly like a zombie but isnt, acts really wierd when tired, is very scared of men dressed in dark and endermen due to being reminded of the shady men, gets pissed when lazy people whine
biography of your character: I used to live in a peaceful quiet town where most people were happy they lived next to a huge mountain (OOC:that was in fact a volcano) and the people of the small town worshipped a said spirit sealed in the mountain. I was the only outcast and I was an outcast his entire life in that town, Nobody really liked me, I looked sick and weak all the time when I wasnt, the kids made fun of me and that made me constantly alone, I grew up eating leftovers and getting some money from people out of pity, My life was miserable and i coudnt do anything about it, I coudnt beat them up since I was always starving and tired and I coudnt ask for help since EVERYONE hated me. When I grew older I learned how to hunt and what vegetables to eat and I built himself a house next to the mountain, I lived there happily until the visitors came...
The Visitors were rich looking buisnessmen, minding their own buisness when they were actually only interested in the mountain, Of course i had no idea they were in the town, since i left to live alone. One day, the visitors began mining the mountain and killing anyone who interfered, the mountain was rich in minerals and they were taking everything. I got forced out of my house and it was burnt down since it was in the way so i just left and sat down on a hill farther looking at what the visitores were doing. Seeing what was happening to the mountain, I got terrified of the mountain itself, fearing the god of the mountain would get out and destroy everything out of anger, I went back to the town to warn everyone but the villagers were too scared of me and the visitors to listen, One day I simply stopped trying to make peopple listen and just left, looking at the mountain from afar.
Then it happened...
The mountain exploded sending black rocks and red liquid everywhere, destroying the visitors first and the city next. I ran away and never looked back. the series of events made Me sad and depressed, I stopped talking and I have never been happy again.
I became a nomad, travelling day and night for no reason, until I found a big city...
(OOC: if anyone gets the reference to a certain song in the beginnning of this story he gets a HUGE cookie )
Some of the things your character hopes to do in the New World: A better life where people accept him for who he is, a freak that looks like a zombie... mabye he is a zombie, he dosent know...
Certain spelling errors are because english isnt my first language and i forget spelling of english of words sometimes, dont worry i still speak fluent english.
I discovered this server because of Ashtheking's signature on minecraftforum
Character's Name: *unknown*
Race: Undead for others, human for him (For now until somone makes him discover he is a zombie)
Character's Age: Old... Very Very old
Proffession: The townsfolk were too scared of him to accept him in any school or workplace, but he would make a good killer, a good ressource gatherer a good builder, whatever he needed to do to survive he did it a lot and he has experience in it.
A short description of your character's demeanor, style, etc: Very sociable since he hasnt met a human that didnt want to kill him his entire life, gets pissed when somone calls him a zombie, Looks exactly like a zombie but isnt, acts really wierd when tired, is very scared of men dressed in dark and endermen due to being reminded of the shady men, gets pissed when lazy people whine
biography of your character: I used to live in a peaceful quiet town where most people were happy they lived next to a huge mountain (OOC:that was in fact a volcano) and the people of the small town worshipped a said spirit sealed in the mountain. I was the only outcast and I was an outcast his entire life in that town, Nobody really liked me, I looked sick and weak all the time when I wasnt, the kids made fun of me and that made me constantly alone, I grew up eating leftovers and getting some money from people out of pity, My life was miserable and i coudnt do anything about it, I coudnt beat them up since I was always starving and tired and I coudnt ask for help since EVERYONE hated me. When I grew older I learned how to hunt and what vegetables to eat and I built himself a house next to the mountain, I lived there happily until the visitors came...
The Visitors were rich looking buisnessmen, minding their own buisness when they were actually only interested in the mountain, Of course i had no idea they were in the town, since i left to live alone. One day, the visitors began mining the mountain and killing anyone who interfered, the mountain was rich in minerals and they were taking everything. I got forced out of my house and it was burnt down since it was in the way so i just left and sat down on a hill farther looking at what the visitores were doing. Seeing what was happening to the mountain, I got terrified of the mountain itself, fearing the god of the mountain would get out and destroy everything out of anger, I went back to the town to warn everyone but the villagers were too scared of me and the visitors to listen, One day I simply stopped trying to make peopple listen and just left, looking at the mountain from afar.
Then it happened...
The mountain exploded sending black rocks and red liquid everywhere, destroying the visitors first and the city next. I ran away and never looked back. the series of events made Me sad and depressed, I stopped talking and I have never been happy again.
I became a nomad, travelling day and night for no reason, until I found a big city...
(OOC: if anyone gets the reference to a certain song in the beginnning of this story he gets a HUGE cookie )
Some of the things your character hopes to do in the New World: A better life where people accept him for who he is, a freak that looks like a zombie... mabye he is a zombie, he dosent know...
Certain spelling errors are because english isnt my first language and i forget spelling of english of words sometimes, dont worry i still speak fluent english.
I discovered this server because of Ashtheking's signature on minecraftforum