What do you think of CG in general?

Anything that you would change in CG?

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Outlands or City?

Do you think that resistanceRp wasn't getting enough adminge attention?

Which divison do you find most appealing?

and finally

How many young promising lives did you have to end in order to get admin?

Alright bye please don't kill me.

What gamemodes will you be administrating for the most part?

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If you play it, what do you plan to do once the hl2rp server is back up?

< Red the Mentally Challenged > 's City Administrator application

What is your CA's name? Dr. Edward Iglesias

Age: 15 (IRL)

Do you have past experience? If so then where?

I was a City administrators assistant for a time, in a Hellzone server. I would on occasion handle a majority of the CAs duties when he was away.

How long have you played Catalyst-Gaming: Half-life 2 roleplay?

For about five to six months now.

How many hours do you spend a day on the server? (When it is up)

I don't usually count the amount of time I spend on the server, but on days I am active I am usually on for about four to seven hours.

Are you available on weekends and in American time and early/late European time?

Yes, I am.

Do people consider you a good roleplayer?

I really could not speak for other people, nor do I go around asking, so I don't know.

Are you a good listener?

I would like to think so, yes.

Do you have good grammar?

Yes, I do.

Have you ever been banned?

No.

Do you know HL canon inside and out.

Yes.

Write a 5 paragraph backstory of your character that reveals their qualifications for the position (One paragraph = 4 sentences)

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At a small Inn located somwhere in Ocampo, Mexico, a woman moans loudly as she feel intense pain, with the friends and family who surrounded her try to calm her down and give advise on how to ease the pain. A man rushes into the room, panting, and says in their native tongue "I'm here, has the bab- Oh my love, please bare the pain, so our first child can be brought into this world!". The man kneels near the bed where the woman lays, and offers his hands to her. She quickly accepts the offered hand, taking a tight grip upon it. The woman squeezes down on his hand, and if it were any other time the man would object to the pain his wife was inflicting, but for now he did not mind. The woman continued screaming for a few more moments, before finally the pain stopped, and in their arms a friend of the woman held a small infant. The woman - now a mother - held her arms out to her friend. The friend immediately understood what the mother wished for, and brought the baby to her. In the room had been the sounds of moaning, then silence, then once again more moaning - but this time, the source of the noise was not a woman, but a child confused and nearly mindless.

"What shall the child be called?" asked a member of the family.

The mother looked to her husband, and he stood up and said "He will be named Edward, after his grandfather. Yes, that is a good name. Edward Iglesias.".

                                                                                                                                                                 Childhood - 1969-1976

Edward was the eldest child of three, his younger twin brother and sister were born three years after him. Being the eldest, Edward was given the task of watching after the two, and protecting them if need be. He was fond of the two, who at the time followed him everywhere he went. The place he called home was kind to its inhabitants, giving them the required goods one needed to survive - food, water, shelter. Even with these goods, many of the people suffered from the same burden - poverty. Edwards family was poor, but that did not mean they weren't happy. His father always tried his best to earn more money for the family, while the mother saw over her children and ensured their safety. While his father could be strict at times, he had a great love for his family nonetheless. Edward would also do the odd job here and there, sometimes for compensation and other times just out of the kindness of his heart and from the love for his village. Edward new that most boys that grew up in his village would turn to crime, would be outcasted from the village, or outright die. He tried his best to keep himself healthy and strong. Needless to say, the boy was happy to be where he was, even if there were places in the world that was better, and even if he was poor. He had the love of his family, and not even all the money in the world could buy a love like that.

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It happened near the end of summer, May 27 to be exact. Elda - the younger sister of Edward, had been outside playing with Eduardo - the twin brother - when she started to feel cold, despite the warm weather. On her walk back to her home, Elda leaned on her twin for a moment. Eduardo thought that it was odd that his sister was so tired, when he was the one doing the most of the playing, she had been sitting down most of the time. Then Elda collapsed, giving Eduardo a moment of confusion. He did not know what was wrong with his sister, and he dragged her to their home. Their mother nearly fainted at the sight of her son dragging her daughter into the small hovel, with Edward having a hard time believing his eyes. They brought young Elda into the bedroom, and let her rest. The father rushed home to discover what had become of his daughter, suprised to see in what state she was in. By this time Elda had a high fever, and was sweating enough to fill a tub. The family put everything else in their life on hold to care for their young member. They spent a whole month taking care of her, seeing to her many needs. They could not afford any sort of medicene, nor did they know what was effecting the young girl. Before long the father was called back to work, and Eduardo was bored of constantly attending his sister. He did not fully understand why he had to help his sister, and he would often sneak out to go play with his fellow boys. More often then not it was only Edward and his mother taking care of the girl, and because of it he would feel a slight bit of anger towards his father and brother for leaving them, but those feelings were quickly replaced with sympathy for his little sister each time. Eventually the worst had happened, the little Elda succumbed to the illness that consumed her life recently. The family took the girls death hard. After they buried her, they spoke a great deal less. It would not be long before the mother, who was struck so badly by depression, would take her own life. As one might imagine, this gave the already wounded family even more grief. The fathers attitude changed greatly following the death of his wife and child. To Edward, it was as if he was a diffrent man altogether. The man he once called father grew incresingly crueler with time. With this single event, the entire family was turned asunder.

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Edward was closed of from the rest of his family. It did not take him long to decide to leave the place he called home. He still loved his little brother, but his affection towards his father was greatly cut off with the extreme attitude change. By the time he was 19, he left the village, to wander for a time to come. He slowly made his way towards the border to the USA, secretly desiring to cross it one day and become a citizen of the proud nation. He had heard from his travels that America was a better place, where a man could get a well paying job and live happily for the rest of his life. It did not take him long to reach the border, only to find that it was next to imbossible to get to the other side legally. He spent many more years there at the border, taking any jobs he could get. By the time he was 23, he had amassed quite a impressive sum. His hopes of obtaining a legal means of entering the country eventually lowered. However, he was given an offer from a smuggler to take him over the border. He rejected at first, but when he gave the idea more thought, he accepted. He successfully crossed the border and was dropped off in a town in Texas. The first thing he did was try to find a job, and he got a job at a department store. He spent quite a while there, breaking the law every second he was there.

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Edward continued his life in America, doing his best not to attract any attention. He quickly discovered the racial tensions between Americans and Mexicans - most of the people there tended to either distant themselves from him or outright showed their rage towards him. At the time he did not know english, but he could still sense the hostility in their voices, and whenever they did he used the one thing that was universal across the entire world - he would raise his middle finger towards them, and momentarily giggle at how much angrier that made them. Unfortunately for him, he was caught by his manager in the act of flipping off a customer once. The manager was, just like the rest of the people Edward encountered, very much racist, and almost fired him on the spot. It was then that the manager commanded that he finally learn to speak english, else he be "thrown onto the streets". It was not an easy task for Edward, considering he did not even know how to read his own language. When he decided it was too hard alone, Edward used what little money he had to hire a tutor. The tutor was a man by the name of Joshua. Edward and Josh got along good enough, and slowly Edward learned piece by piece the english language.

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Edward and Joshua were driving out to a school, with Edward fidgeting nervously.

"Relax man, it isn't like I'm driving you into a prison or something." said Joshua.

"I know...I know, but still, what makes you think he wil-" says Edward, before he is cut off.

"I said relax, c'mon it will be fine." Joshua gives a small smirk as he finishes talking.

Edward lets a small worried sigh as they get closer to their destination. Like I can do anything but worry Edward thought. It was clear to him that Joshua was enjoying Edwards panicing. As the car finally slowed down and stopped in the middle of a parking lot, Edward opened his door and walked outside to gaze upon the massive building, in awe of the amount of people entering and leaving. Joshua exited the vehicle shortly after him, and motioned for Edward to follow. They entered the building, where Joshua was greeted by an elderly man, about in his early 60s. Joshua pointed to Edward and said "This is the other student, dad." The elderly man looked at Edward for a moment before lifting his hand up and offering it to Edward for a handshake. Edward accepted the hand, then the elderly man said "Welcome, I hope my son hasn't been too much of a burden on you.". Edward gives an awkward laugh at the remark, while Joshua burst out in laughter, saying "Now now dad, it's me that's been taking care of him! Haha.". The three men make their way down a corridor before entering a large room containing many men and woman sitting at what looks like desk. Edward looked around the room a moment before taking a seet next to Josh. The elderly man makes his way to front of the room, and grabs a piece of chalk and starts writing on a board. Edward looks over at Joshua and quietly ask "Are you sure this is a good idea? If anyone finds out..." "You shouldn't worry yourself with this, man. I told you my father won't tell a soul, and neither will I." says Joshua. Edward shakes his head nervously once more. The elderly man continues to ramble on about many things, but mostly over human relations and the human mind in general.

Edward was uncomfortable with what he was doing, taking part in college classes without any form of payment and with only a GED to show for his education.

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Edward found it strange that he ever lived anywhere else, that at one point he didn't know Josh, and that he had a family of five. To him, most of that didn't matter to him anymore. He was happy with the free schooling he received. He was a little lonely at times, wishing for a woman companion at times. However, these feelings were always quickly washed away by his life. People in the area had showed less and less signs of racism, he was getting a good raise every few months, and he enjoyed his education. There were times where he would have to make do without transportation, heat, or electricity. But either way, he was content with the way things were going.

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Joshua had set a class "get-out-and-have-fun" party. He gave an invitation to everyone in class to a trip to the movies, then a party at the bar. Seeing as Edward didn't want to miss out on such an occasion, he made his way to the theater. On the way there he heard someone screaming out loud, then a man yelling " L-Look! The sky!". With this, he looked up in curiousity, to see what had looked like the sky tearing open to reveal giant machines coming down. It wasn't long before he started to feel the ground tremble, and people started falling over. Not soon after alien looking creatures started appearing from seemingly nowhere and attacking people. Edward paniced as the people around him were gunned down. He ran towards a dumpster, leaped into it, and hoped that those 'things' had not seen him.

Hours passed as Edward waited in the small dumpster, thinking that the smells would do some kind of damage to his body. Eventually he peeped out of his hiding spot to see a line of people being corralled. To his dismay, one of the people spotted him and alerted everyone and everything to his presence. The aliens pointed their weapons at him, and he slowly exited the dumpster with his hands high up in the air. He stood in line with the others on the street, and silently cursed himself for ever thinking that leaving the dumpster was a good idea.

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Edwarx believes that he adapted quickly to the new world, and he knew well enough the many dangers this new world presented. The CCA at every street corner, lunatics waiting in Precint 3, and the constant hunger that burdened him. He held a slight grudge against the Union, like any normal man would. Whenever units weren't around he would curse them, and he would do all kinds of subtle things just to spite them. However, he liked the CCA more then he liked his fellow citizens. Everyone there was looking after themselves, and would do just about anything to keep themselves 'happy'. Rape, theft, and murder was suprisingly common. Edward chuckled somewhat at the idea, even with all the CCA here, it was as if nothing at all changed.

Two years have passed since the war, and Edward was doing what he did best - care for himself. He would follow the laws the Union set down, if only to get himself a better meal. Before long people started calling him a loyalist. While he had no love for the CCA or the Union, he knew which group was strongest. He disliked the CCA, but he hated the people of Precinct 3. He was pleased with himself whenever he would recieve more rations then the common citizen, and the extra grub helped change his opinion of the CCA bit by bit.

He heard news around the city that the Consul had left office - perhaps relocated, or simply resigned. He did not know, nor did he really care. The new Consul, Dr. Pierce Cullen, shortly afterwords opened up the application cycle for the City administration. The thought slowly crept into his mind, "I should join the CA, that way I can...". He was skeptical at first, but before long he wrote a letter to the Consul, asking for a postion in the CA. Now Edward waits around in his apartment, waiting for a responce.

Accepted! Your application gives ample reason for joining the CAB, and after speaking with you, the lack of a College Education has been over-looked, although be careful, and don't be found out! Welcome to the team.

UNIT: 155
DIVISION: UNIFORM
CLEARANCE: TrO(A)


New Log Opened:

*You hover the console mouse over a file tittled '155: Log10'. You click twice on the file, and a screen appears on the monitor, showing a unit wearing the elite outfit, with a 'Uniform' armband on his left shoulder, another armband has on it the digits '155'. In the background are seemingly random items spewn all across the floor, with recruits picking the items up and placing them into a set of three containers. One can only guess what they are doing. The unit finally speaks up, his voice masked by a robotic vocoder.*

<::|| Training officer 155 of the Uniform divison, log entry number 10. It seems I have a habit of telling myself that I will continue these logs, but never do. So here I am, talking to myself once again. I find it quite funny that this is encouraged, with how pointless it is to the common unit. To those whose minds are so weak that they need to talk to an inanimate object, this might be a great source of confidence and support, but such units shouldn't be in the CCA to begin with. No matter, it is not my duty to care after the foolish units. Well, actually, I guess it is.
What I am refering to is the recruits, of course. Some will say that it is rude and out of place for me to insult them so, but I will not withhold the truth simply because it might hurt the little recruits feelings. I find myself ashamed to know that I was once like them, basiclly braindead with little hope of getting past the first stages of becoming a CCA officer. But living in the past will only slow me down, so better to move on and to help the recruits not make the same mistakes as I.

Moving on, on the first day of my new postion, I had the joy of seeing how stupid a human being could be. A recruit, whose digits will remain with myself, had taken a radio found in the possesion of a anti-citizen, and disposed of it. When I say disposed, I mean tossed into a pit of acid. The unit in question claimed they had no idea that the radio was of any importance. One does not need training to know something so simple, so important, should not be destroyed. I gave the unit a proper re-education, for their stupidity cost us vitial information. I know from the reports of fellow units that they complained about said re-education. Ha! They should consider themseleves lucky I did not decide to blackmark them then and there!

And that brings me onto another topic. Many of the recruits I met when I was an oh-two had multiple blackmarks on them. While the pressure of off-world relocation will keep a unit in line, it also adds that mark to their record, to forever be a stain on them. I dislike this, and would rather have them simply beaten for a first time offence. If they continue, then they deserve said blackmark. But here I go again, rambling on about nothing.

In other news, I had heard 699 had been relocated off-world. A sad end to my fellow training officer, but from what 017 tells me, he had insulted 717 and then attempted to gun down fellow officers. With that, my sympathy for him suddenly vanishes. It is most like for the best however, for he had a rather unsightly attitude. Why, once I had to report him for discussing his unmentionables with a worker. Oh, such fond memories.

And here I am, wanting to talk about recruits once again. I am sure my teaching methods are a little diffrent from the other officers, however I wish for them to become great examples for our future. After all, we need all the units we can get, idiot or not.

Well, that is all from this man, I have some recruits to... 'Train'. ||::>

*155 reaches to the console and presses a blue button, then the monitor flicks to black.*

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From what I've seen with past apps, I don't think this is enough information that's relevant to your requested auths. In my personal opinion, I would recommend making this a lot more detailed.

Alrighty then, added in a lot more into the back-story, as you can see on edit-2.
Anything else I should add?

UNIT: 155
DIVISION: APEX
CLEARANCE: 03


New Log Opened:

*A large figure can be seen on the monitor. In the background is nothing but a plain room, with only a wall decorated with digits and stairs leading down.*
*The firgure then moves his left hand up to his facemask, pulling on the various clips that keep the mask in place. He places the mask down onto the console, standing perfectly still infront of the monitor.*
*The figure is a white male, with dark brown hair and a full beard, along with blue eyes.*

<::|| Unit 155, log entry number 9. Not much has occured recently, and I don't have much to talk about. Perhaps I just need something to do, with all the citizens asleep due to curfew and such. I will admit, I am suprised I haven't been contacted by a High command unit or a UED officer regarding my recent logs. I did expect some form of punishment, or at the very least a loyalty check. I suppose I should not look a gift horse in the mouth, and be thankful for this.

Anyhow, I have been running into more citizens that agree with the Unions plans as of late. Unfortunately I don't know any of their names, so for now...Hmph. They do remind of something though. I remember, when I was first transfered to city 45 I had come across a number of loyalist, including Miss White and Zekiel just to name two. I am sure they have both joined the CCA, and I am glad that they are able to help the Union in the way they think best.

On a sidenote, I realized that 777 was recently promoted to Elite unit. While I am happy for her, whenever I think about that position I start to feel sorry for 060, for being demoted to oh-three for a reason unknown to me. He was the unit that teached me a hand full of the things I know, and was a good example to us lower ranking units. I am sure that 777 will also be such a rolemodel, I have no doubt about that.

Recently I have submitted my training manifest and promtion application towards Apex high command, and I am now awaiting for their judgement. In the recent months, 452 has been the unit to promote me, every single time. In each promotion, he has called me down to the HCMR and always threatened me with a blackmark. I am not entirely sure why he does this, whether to amuse himself or test us in some way. Carrying on, recently I asked him on this, and his answer was leaning more towards testing, although his almost carefree and playful attitude almost fooled me. He then informed me that 211 had shot him in the leg during his promotion to Elite unit, and was then shortly after give the position. If the promotions are a sort of test, then 211 goes all out on them. As much as my desire to advance to such a rank is, I do not look forward to being shot. I was already shot once, I would like to avoid to getting shot anymore if at all possible.

I also have a complaint I need to issue. As of late it feels like it is becoming gradually harder to pacify citizens with my baton. I don't know whether the baton is degrading or if I am just not using enough force. No matter, I suppose I shall contact a Grid unit at a later date and see if they could amplify the amount of electricty the baton releases or such.

Oh yes, I should also remember to try and find a UED officer, my curiousity is getting the better of me when it comes to them.

Hmm, that is all I can think of for the time being. Unit 155, 10-7. ||::>

*155 leans forward towards the monitor, and pushes in a red button on the console. The screen flicks to black, and the log ends.*

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UNIT: 155
DIVISION: APEX
CLEARANCE: 03


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* This log is in text, rather then the usual voice feed *
<::|| Food. When I get down to it that is the best part of being in the CCA. The food. Still a disgusting taste, but manages to fill you up. Guess I am just greedy, I wanted more then what the Union gave us in ration cycles. I say that the citizens should be grateful for all we give them, but now I stop to think of what we really give. I suppose you could call it tough love. I don't know anymore. ||::>

<::|| Seven. I've killed seven. Their faces haunt me in my dreams still. I know for a fact that I am not the ideal unit for the CCA. If I was, perhaps I could brush them off. ||::>

<::|| But I can't. I see their faces when I close my eyes, I hear their screams whenever the room goes quiet, I see their blood when I look at my hands. I remember one man, an african american, had requested that we give something to a friend of his. And then a NCO ripped his friends brain out and stuffed it down the mans throat. I was ordered to shoot the man in every limb. He bled out..Afterwords the NCO, who was a oh-one, ripped his brain out as well, he tossed it to me. I held it in my hands. It was small, about the size of my hand. ||::>

<::|| Why is it so hard? I have beaten so many citizens, so why is the killing so hard? Why can the other units do it so easily? Why? I don't understand. ||::>

<::|| Am I strange? ||::>

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Post Auto-Merged: August 15, 2012, 11:28:00 PM

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// You stole my digits.....
o7 former NOVA DvL.155

Har har, the great thief red strikes again.
...And plus I didn't choose these digits, they were kinda given to me.
But nonetheless, I steal everything.
Yeah.

UNIT: 155
DIVISION: APEX
CLEARANCE: 04


New Log Opened:

<::|| 155. Doing another log for whatever reason. Maybe I just want something to do, I don't know. Anyway, recently I was called down to the hand-to-hand room, to find 017, 699, and a Union Evaluation Department member. 017 and I went into the cube, and the UED wanted to test our skills. We started doing defensive stances, then moved on to combat. Despite being the APEX member, I was knocked down by 017. The UED member then gave me a unloaded pistol, and we acted the scenario of a citizen cornering a unit with a weapon, me being the citizen, and 017 the unit. Some how 017 once again gained the upper hand, and disarmed me, the dirty [REDACTED] . Don't want to talk of the events that followed that. Later, 017, no doubt over confident from her last victory, requested me down to the H2H room again, and we had a "Round two". I would suppose due to the way it ended, she most likely considers herself the winner. Her confidence has started to aggravate me greatly, I constantly curse her whenever we meet. I should keep my distance from her, for now, otherwise I my do something...unessecary.

Moving on from that, I would like to talk about the UED. I have also found myself thinking about it more then not, I seem to be very interested in the subject for some reason. Perhaps it has something to do with the aura around them, possibly the sole group of units that -everyone- in the CCA may fear. For the way I have been talking about them, you would think they were my best friend or something. Perhaps I will inquire about them more on a later date. For now, I will log off, go on patrol. ||::>

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