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    http://i.imgur.com/BCSoqcZ.png[/img] [mp3]http://puu.sh/nmFfa/9b76ea0f4d.mp3[/mp3] http://i.imgur.com/MovQJjF.png[/img] We are a band of survivors, some of us have done cruel things, others have always been kind. Torn between 2 reality's We went to seek refuge in the North. Isolated from all pain and dispair. We try to find balance in ourselves and this world We are The Severni http://i.imgur.com/iiP1dJv.png[/img] [align=justify]The Severni got created by Finnr’s desperation to get away from everything and everyone. The sudden realisation that everything he did was to destroy his own personal views, made him feel like he no longer was what he wanted or needed to be. In an attempt to think over all of his actions of the past month he ran up to the place he used to call home. There, he ran into a young woman called Darya who had come back from the forest up north, in search for her young daughter. It didn’t take long before Finnr found out she was the ex-wife of someone you could call a brother in arms. [align=justify]After Finnr had told her what happened to their daughter, Darya broke down in tears . Because of her pain, Finnr realised he needed to change. He knew he had to go get Riley, and quick. He stood up, but right before leaving she made a gesture, wanting to hand him something. He knew the girl didn’t have a lot on her. After all, she’d survived in the forest all this time. Him finding her was a matter of chance. It wasn’t much, but for Finnr it meant a lot. He had caused so much death and despair, and yet he got a gift like this for showing just one act of kindness. It was a deck of cards, and the first one he pulled out was the ace of spades. [align=justify]After going back to save Riley from the mistakes he made, he took her with him up north. When he got back, Finnr and Darya took off to look for supplies and Vasili. They went down south to the coast where they ran into two peculiar individuals who would later be known as Burke and Dani. They used to have ties with The Trust, the one group of people Finnr knew he could always rely on. Seeing as they were on their own - like the three of them - he quickly asked them to retreat from the lower realm. After they agreed, they traveled up north with Darya and Finnr. At the campfire that evening, Finnr explained what he had in mind. After meditating on the rock at Tisy summercamp, he realised that there were only a few things worth living for. It was a hard task, but one they would certainly succeed in. They left behind the broken world to ascend to a higher realm, one free from the dispair caused by others. [spoiler=Slice of Life: Kenway]Kenway Lee's inside of the mind of a sociopath It was the break of dawn when the sunshine through the slits of my window, the radio equipment I laid out begin to crackle, the smells of embers from the fire I set the night before left my room in an odd but pleasant aroma. There I lay, on my small but comfortable rug made out of a rather weird assortment of clothing covered by a the nice layer of leather. It made quite a comfortable bed, I stared at the ceiling for a while, enjoying the smell of ember, the birds chirp outside and the sounds of nature in general. It was a weird feeling, I simply don't want to get out of my bed so I just stared at the ceiling for a while. Thoughts flow through my mind, revising my routine and my schedule. I closed my eyes and thought of the flames of the previous nights. Slipping my hands under my pillow, I took out my favorite pistol, the 1911 and pointed it at the ceiling. Releasing the magazine from the gun, I checked the bullets inside to make sure everything is still pristine and the condition of the gun is still as good as I left it the night before. Taking my fingers of the thumb safety and spun the weapon in my hands for a few times before I sat up. Looking through the sights, I familiarize myself with my all time favorite weapon. It was a routine for me. I walked over to my desk lazily, and placed my pistol on the desk and organized all the folders again. Stacking all the folders in a neat stack and placing all the papers inside, making sure my desk is as organized as possible. Lifting up my cup, I took a sip of lukewarm water and waited for the soothing feeling to slide down my throat. It was no coffee but nowadays, clean lukewarm water is a luxury. I paced over to the fireplace, now in ashes and embers with a pot at the side. I can only assume the fire went out during the wee hours of the morning as the pot was still warm. Opening the lid, I reached inside and lifted up a towel, soaked in water that I boiled overnight to remove all the bacteria. I proceeded to clean myself. Every morning as I cleanse myself, I like to remind myself that I am not a perfect person, I allowed the towel and the warm water to flow down my neck and my arms, filling all the crevices for a second before flowing away. Every time the water hits a scar, I felt a sting. It reminded myself of what I've gone through in this world, and how I refuse to become soft again. After all, a battle cat is nothing without it's scarring. Tossing the towel back into the pot, I made a mental note of heating up the fire, a few hours before bed. That way I can clean myself of all the grime and dirt before I head off to bed. I reached over a rag and started to dry myself, my clothing sat on the side. I couldn't help my smile every time I look at my mask, it reminds me of who I really am. There is something I always love to say, "A sociopath wears a mask not because he doesn't want to be seen. It's because it represents who he really is." I slipped into my jacket, jeans and mask, sliding the 1911 into my jacket. I smiled, as I walked out of the door, taking my favorite fedora off the rack next to door I mumbled to myself as I opened the door. "Same shit, different day" *Lights Cigarette* [spoiler=Slice of Life: Riley]Riley Hyde's diary [align=left]Today, I woke up by the scent of roasted meat. [align=left] [align=left]After getting dressed - green jacket, black jeans, black beanie - I went outside. The cold winter wind tickling my nose made me put on my red face mask - which really is too big to fit my face. On my way to the storage, I walked past some of our people having breakfast (the roasted meat). I didn’t say hi though, well, let’s say I made some kind of awkward nodding gesture. I don’t know them - yet - so I don’t see why I should go through the effort of greeting them. Once I reach the barrel inside the shed (avoiding way too many people on my way) I swiftly grab my fishing gear, a can of peaches, and a pack of zucchini seeds. Once again passing the fire, without slowing down I drop the pack of seeds in Finnr’s lap: “Do me a favour, will ya?” I mumble. Without looking back, I set off to the nearby lake. Far enough from the fire but close enough to still hear the others, I find Vasili sitting under a big tree. I don’t know what he’s doing, and I certainly don’t care. When I pass him, I can see him looking up at me for a second. “Don’t look for too long, Vasili. My beauty might blind you, you know…” [align=left]No reaction. Fucking asshole. [align=left] [align=left]After walking for a while, I get to the swamp-like lake. Don’t be mistaken, there are actually fish living in this puddle of dirt. After emptying my backpack and preparing the gear, I sit down on a bed of pine needles. While waiting for a hungry fish who can’t resist my bait, I have to admit that the North really is colder than where we used to live. I don’t mind the cold, though. It sharpens my senses. [align=left]2 hours pass, still no fish. Nibbling on one of the canned peaches, my hands slowly start to get sticky. The juice filling up the can drips on my freshly washed clothes as I read a couple of chapters in Alice in Wonderland. Dani made me really happy when she gave it to me, and it makes me trust her a little bit more. [align=left] [align=left]By the end of the day, I managed to catch 3 fish. A big one, and 2 smaller ones. Not too impressive, I’m aware of that. Especially when there are 6 mouths to feed… At least it’s better than nothing. It had already turned dark when I could see the fire through the trees. I’m home. [align=left]After getting scolded by Finnr for staying out for so long, I proudly showed my catch to the rest of the group. However, my prey was nothing in comparison to the several rabbits Finnr and Vasili had managed to catch that day. [align=left] [align=left]For now, we’re a small community. Even though I barely talk to anyone yet, they kind of feel like family. Meaning: if someone got hurt, it would upset me. If it was Vasili… I wouldn’t give a fuck. But hey, at least I care about the others. [align=justify] [align=justify] Riley. [spoiler=Slice of Life: Finnr] Coming soon an everyday insight in the life of Finnr inside of the camp [spoiler=Slice of Life: Vasili] Coming soon an everyday insight in the life of Vasili Akulov inside of the camp http://i.imgur.com/3I6BRpC.png[/img] 1. Maintaining the balance between good and evil 2. To help those with the wooden coin 3. Give and take from the land 4. Learn to survive to gain independence 5. protect our own at all cost http://i.imgur.com/SI0NSLm.png[/img] Allied Friendly Neutral Lovec Forsaken Disliked Everyone Hated http://i.imgur.com/g0WJ2oI.png[/img] LEADER Darya Akulov THE LOYAL Dani Beddingfield THE TRUSTED James Graham Roman Akulov Daniel Bazinov Slade Chambers Scotty Matthias THE TRIALS Milos Petrovich Jakob Reyes Jack Lemons http://i.imgur.com/uPF9qVG.png[/img]
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    I'm considering in putting items in wardrobes to store things alone my usual scavenge route. But I don't know what the despawn timer is on those wardrobes, is it the same as barrels and other persistent storage boxes? And if that's true.. how long is that? Thanks.
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    Link to the source of punishment (report/post): http://www.dayzrp.com/t-KOS-RDM-S1--77046?pid=1327394#pid1327394 Why the verdict is not fair: This verdict is not fair because the role play was fair and Nathan unfortunately did not comply to our commands after we had taken David Green hostage. Additional statements/comments explaining your point of view: On my journey with great accomplice Dakota Macek, we came across said location in the description, about 1350m southeast of Devil’s Castle. Upon arrival, I noticed a tent peaking just over the wall and guessed that this could be someone’s camp so we proceeded cautiously. As we started looking around, Dakota went on to check the Military tent out and I scoped the ground in case any other persons were here. I then heard someone call out in front of the blue clinic at Dakota to get out of the tent. Dakota then proceeded to obey commands to David and said that he had never came across one of these before and just wanted to check it out. As Dakota was finishing gathering his things I then came around the corner and commanded David to get on the ground and put his gun away. He followed orders. Dakota then tied him up and exchanged some gear with him reassuring that he would not get up and then out of the blue another person, (Nathan) came up to our commotion gun raised and I felt alarmed. Getting the first words out I commanded Nathan to get on the ground as well or put his gun away and he did not do so, I FELT THREATENED and then shot Nathan. Nathan did not address himself, answer to our commands and therefore was killed. Dakota then proceeded to take the rest of their gear, tents and we went on our way knowing that David had more friends responding to his call for help. Yes, we took gear, oh well. We role played accordingly. This concludes my point of view. What would you like to achieve with this appeal: I would like to make clear that we were appropriately role playing and yeah, there was gear, and we acted/role played accordingly. It was unfortunate that Nathan did not address himself or comply and that is key in these situations. What could you have done better?: I could have given Nathan more time to respond, however, that’s not an appropriate action on his behalf going into this situation gun drawn.
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    There is way too many people trying to get CH nowadays.
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    Everyone is worse than you, Pat. <3 I'l respond for Pat for him as he is busy filling up the server and finishing the KFC bucket.
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    i feel like the rule right now needs a tiny rework i have never gotten that if you lets just say have 5 + people around you in a hostile situation and you manage to kill them all then its not NVFL but if you die you get slapped a report for it.
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    And I thought you had style. That hazmat suit is turrible looking.
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    Hello, I was with Nick at the time this happened. Event list: -Arrive at camp -Inspect camp -I go into tent, Nick watches grounds -David then comes and asks me to get out of tent -I comply, get out saying I never seen one before -Nick then orders David to the ground -David complies -We talk with David, exchange gear -Nathan comes up, gun drawn, no address -Nick and I ask him to get down or put his gun away -Does NOT comply -Nathan gets shot I don't believe we did anything wrong here, we role played accordingly and yes, we got gear out of it. MY POV - D
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    I'd just like to point out. The U.S. is a Republic. You pledge allegiance to the Republic for which it stands. We choose representatives to represent our states and our ideals/values. If you REALLY want to have an impact and want things to change. They need to happen on a state and senate and representative level, not a presidential one. The President doesn't have near as much power as people think. In fact, compared to all the other branches of government, he's one of the weakest parts. The states and their elected officials are the ones who matter and have the biggest say. And the reason things dont get better is because we elect the same people who are still bought out by big corporations and big industries that aren't concerned about the nation and its people, but about making money. As far as presidents and this topics main concerns. I'm personally glad he is leaving. Someone who has used more Executive orders than any previous president and almost, if not all, presidents combined. Is obviously not fit to lead as he has to bully his way to get things done. The reason the president is called "Commander in Chief", is because in the grand scheme. The president is in charge of the military. I feel its only right that we either put someone into office that knows that its the senate and house of representatives and judicial branches that matter, or a previous military member that knows what he is doing, or someone who can not be bought out. Just my 2 cents.
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    Thank God this is his last...no bantz
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    Thank you Will try and get more up !
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    I'm all for this. Now people know the basics of the game, I think it would benefit everyone if we were to start from scratch. No staff town, just people building their settlements, trading, and warring with eachother.
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    This will not turn into a thread for all involved to argue back and forth. Anything deemed unnecessary or flaming will be dealt with in points. Reserve your posts here for POV's, or additional and relevant information. This will be your only warning. Thank you.
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    [video=youtube] In the begining of this video I had a very ..awkward initiation. I've been asked about it.. and I don't have a very clear solid answer. I walked up to a group of people, and put my hands in the air, and initiated on them. Granting them KoS on me. However, my hands are raised, I am of no threat to them, and I am more or less a complying hostage to them, willing to RP. Do I, as the person being initiated on.. have the rights to dome the guy? Without fear of a Bad RP report? Is it bad rp to shoot the initiator, when he instantly becomes a compliant hostage immediately after granting KoS rights on him? I just need some input on this.
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    **A man who has lived a life that is so far.... strange, unique, difficult, and also mentally trying finds himself...... at a loss. He supposed that the way he was going, what he has done, the deals he made in his life, that he most likely would die a horrible and lonely death. Sighing, Carthan Banks looks up to the bunker ceiling. "This place I had made became my haven, and now...... I feel it will be my tomb....... how funny?" He laughs at his own thoughts. How low has he gone? How much lower was he willing to go? Shaking his head, he didn't know, and the person who offered him the power he has now was a person he trusted most. That many trusted, as not only was this person a kind and friendly person..... he was a cold, hard, and justified killer and leader. A man who he truly respected, and feared. For, a person who has nothing to lose...... is dangerous. But a person who has only one thing left to live for, that is someone who you just don't fuck with. Sighing, Carthan then glances over to the tape recorder that sat in his bunker. He bought it when he bought the radio he was currently sitting in front of. Nodding slowly, he decided to voice his thoughts, even if was only to himself, and the tapes. They would be his confessions. Bringing the tape recorder in front of him, he licks his dry lips as he stares down at the piece of equipment that could save his sanity, or set it in stone. His fingers brushed across the buttons, his eyes analyzed and memorized the symbols and letters on the device. While he did all of this, his mind was running light years a second. What if that person found this? What is someone else did? What if he died, and no one found his bunker, let alone the tapes? All these thoughts, ones similar, and others different entirely, came to and went away from him. Staring at the device, he finalized his position and stance on the action he was about to do. Fuck that person, and their words. He may be distant, he may separated, and hell he may even not trust one single person besides the one he was worried about finding this, but he needed an outlet, for if he didn't, he would lose it. He would need stability for the months ahead. Carthan Banks, once a dead end no future pizza boy, turned intelligent, cunning, ruthless, paranoid, Millionaire. He now licked his lips once more, and breathed deeply and confidently, slowly inserted a blank tape. "Five hours huh.... well that will have to do for now." Flipping it around so that the mic was facing him, and the play button quietly called to him, to activate the tape, and begin his confessions. Nodding absentmindedly, he got up from his chair, pulled out a old bottle of Scotch, with one of two crystal glasses. Pouring the alcohol from the bottle, and drinking the liquid, did he rethink his thoughts. It was about an hour he would later recall of him getting drunk as a party goer at some of his parties he hosted back in the world before making his final decision. Leaning over, he pressed the play button.** "So, judging by the sound, I guess this thing is recording. That or I am too fucking drunk to tell, well either way this is being said, as I, even a man who was done very wrong things, very malicious, very destructive things, has to state his sins for the masses." *Some insane and humorless laughter is heard, bellowing at some points, and very quiet at others. This was only for about two minutes.* "Well, all things come back to you in the end, one way or another. So all harm will come to me eventually. Now, to get to my point, I wish to tell my story, from as far back as I can recall, to think, reflect, look at my actions in hindsight, and wonder to myself.... am I a man who is truly evil, or just another who was corrupted by the greed and power money provided?" *There is another long pause for about five minutes this time, the only thing heard is Carthan drinking more of the liquid.* "My first sin against my fellow man, and against the way that is considered right was when I was seven and I killed another boy....... no one ever found out, as I was so....... in self defense they called it. The boy, Gadern, was eleven. We were hanging out one day at his parents. He said he saw something cool that his dad cleaned the other day in his office. We go in..... and open the drawer that contained said item. Later on I would know it to be a old .45 Colt Revolver. We both looked at it, and played with it. It was unloaded at the time, but I, being the curious one of the both of us, decided to tell him to load it with all the bullets, filling it completely." *His voice the from the beginning was calm, and nostalgic at first, then blank and dull to the end.* "I don't know how I knew to load a instrument of death, instructing him how, or how I even knew how to operate it. But that day had some important things happen that would stick with me for the rest of my life. As I looked at Gadern, and slowly pointed it at him, I felt power. At first it just felt..... awesome and almighty, but later it would feel cold and worthless. Then, when I saw the fear, the confusion, in his eyes, another thing overcame me. A sense of..... peace...... as if it was right to do this. That kind of feeling you get when you kill someone who might have turned into a serial killer." *He chuckles darkly at the last part.* "Oh how wrong is that to say for me? But I digress. As I finally pulled the trigger, time slowed down a lot. It could see the pistol as it rose in my grip from the recoil. I could feel the pure power of the round as started on it's deadly path. I could remember the muzzle flash of the combusted gun powder as the bullet came racing out. I can remember vividly as the bullet traveled into Gadern's chest, the blood that spurted from the shot and landed on me, the blood that gushed out onto the white wall behind him. I remember watching his shocked face, his confused eyes, as he slowly fell to the ground. His knees hitting the floor with a loud thump, his eyes losing the light and life that occupied them moments ago, and the loud scrape as his body fell backwards and slid down the wall." *His voice was.... calm. Almost as if recalling a surreal moment in time.* "The third and last thing I felt after that was fear...... fear at what I have done, and what others would think about me. So, in my state of mind, I made it look like a struggle, and I made it seem I gained control from him of the weapon and used it in self defence. Somehow it worked, but that moment was a learning experience for me. I learned from many mistakes that occurred from that time, and the feelings I feel now after all I have done. That..... is my first of many offenses against my fellow man." **Carthan slowly presses the stop button, and continues to drink. He sips on the last of the bottle as he gets out of his seat, stumbles to his bed, and falls down backwards on it. As he stares up at the ceiling, the memories of that moment replay in mind, as he drinks the last sip, and falls asleep.**