Player SectionSteam Name: Prince VerTex
Age: 13
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): I have playing GMod RP for about two years.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: I have been playing Serious GMod RP for one year.
Character SectionAuthorization(s):I am applying for my character, Sarah Hatoshi, to be extremely proficient in the Korean Martial Art of Taekwondo. She will be able to use advanced fist/foot attacks and grapples.
Name: Sarah Hatoshi
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Resistance
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. Sarah Hatoshi was a girl born from a Japanese Father and a Filipino-American mother. She lived as an only child in Suburban Virginia, about six miles from Arlington. When she was six, she was a violent and unruly child. She despised her parents and antagonized everybody she met. Overall, Sarah was not very disciplined. She had a negatively stubborn and headstrong attitude. One day, as she was walking through her neighborhood, she saw a new Taekwondo school at a local strip mall. She passed the place every day while walking to school, but was always interested in learning a martial art so she could learn how to better assault people. She convinced her parents to enroll her in the school. There, she learned self-discipline and control. She became a much better and more socially outgoing person. She developed a nicer attitude, and became more perserverant, soon earning her 3rd degree black belt at the age of 17. She was very skilled and proficient with her kicks and footwork and won many of her fights as se stepped into that "blue square thingy with the red in the middle," as she called it. Every time she slipped into her uniform and put on her sparring vest and pads, she felt a sudden boost in her confidence. She always felt a sense of undying energy, a spark of life that drove her to win. Almost every day she worked out in her free time in a solitary, self competitive trance. She got stronger each day, being able to throw hard punches and launch harder kicks, preparing for that day when she would need to use her powers for self-defense.
Sarah stepped into the square, facing parallel to her opponent. They looked into each other's eyes with friendly competition, but they both knew this match was the final match of the competition. "Bow," said the referee. "SHI JAK!" They both got into their fighting stance and kept their bodies moving and swaying, trying to trick one another. They kept staring into each other's eyes and looked at each other's bodies, simultaneously decoding each other's movements. She kept cool, waiting for a good time for her to attack. Her opponent kicked first, with a faked roundhouse and another one landing to her chest. One point for her, Sarah thought. Sarah lunged in, swerving to the left and back-kicking her chest protector. The match was about 30 seconds in, 1-1. Five seconds passed, as they thought of their next strikes. Sarah lunged into the other girl, punching her vest. She stepped to the back and kicked the girl with a double roundhouse kick, landing one on her opponent's vest and striking the next one clean onto her head. Four points for Sarah, 5-1, 15 seconds in the match. Her opponent flinched and backed up. She centered Sarah in the ring and walked around her, occasionally lunging to the other direction before lunging in with a side kick. Sarah noticed her lunge. She then thought to counter her attack with her side kick, pushing her onto the ground as the timer hit zero. 7-1. Sarah felt a sense of pride and satisfaction that tournament match for 2016, feeling like nothing bad would happen. She went to the locker room, unlocking her lock.
One girl walked up to ask, "Dude! You owned her out there, bro!"
Sarah nodded her head without her reply. Then she said, "Yeah, I did, didn't I." Now clothed, she went outside to the lobby, "You did better." She took a slow walk onto the doors leading outside. She sniffed the air, inhaling fire and destruction into her sinuses. Sarah had a bad feeling about her day, mentally taking back that she thought it would be a good day. She hopped into her red Honda Civic hatchback, listening to the ricejob muffler deafiningly revving to life. She put the car in forward and exited the seemingly empty parking lot. While driving down the road to her neighborhood, she saw Striders marching in the sky. She saw dropships and gunships flying above the trees. She freaked out a bit, thinking she should go to her house or something.
Sarah realized it was an invasion. It became a living hell there, as the Combine ravaged her Suburban neighborhood. As headcrab containers struck the black paved road, the landscape was ravaged. The land turned from a friendly, utopian, green DC suburb to a war-stricken hell, filled with zombies and shit. Combine Soldiers and Elites flooded the neighborhood, killing everything that got in it's way to the nation's capital. She looked at the striders and APCs walking though the streets, escorted by heavily armored men wielding strange, alienated rifles. She sped to her home, turning off the road into her horrid, ravaged neighborhood. Many of the houses were void of cars and people. Homes were charred on one half and disintegrated on the other. Some houses were stomped by and shot down by striders. Still other buildings were charred piles of brick and wood, destroyed by the rocket-weilding APCs and destroyed. Sarah went to her home to find everything destroyed. It was where she grew, and it was all she remembered. She exited out of her Civic and looked at the ashes. She saw a family picture, still smoldering, with everything burnt except for a smiling her. She saw nothing in the house, nothing of her parents. Sarah ran to her Civic, in shock of the scene. She sat in her car, leaning back in the seat.
"Oh God. Oh My God." she said to herself while thinking. "What the fuck do I do." She thought of those... aliens... and wondered why they were here. Why were they here? She backed out of her driveway, thinking as she drove down the road. She flipped the radio onto a news station as she turned onto a country road. The radio turned on and the news started working. "-invading the earth. Dr. Wallace Breen has chosen to represent the earth. 'We are-" Sarah flicks the to a rock station, inturrupting the broadcast. "ALRIGHT DUDES WELCOME TO ROCKFM PROVIDING MUSIC EVEN THROUGH APOCLYPSE AND MANKIND AS WE KNOW IT ROCK N ROLL YEAH." Sarah snickered at the radio intro. The radio starte to play "Freebird" by Lynard Skynard. "I'm as free as a bird now..." Sarah listens to the music and it's lyrics, driving farther southwest, trying to get to the mountains in West Virginia. Her childhood friend William would probably be able to help her. "Freebird" starts to have someone playing an electric guitar and the song gets faster. Sarah squints her face and puts on the handbrake, doing a 180 to the other way of the country road. "oh lord, I can't chayee-ayee-ayee-ange!" yells Lynard through the radio. The guitar solo starts as she revs the engine and speed into first, second, third, fourth, then fifth gear. The guitar start to let loose and the solo really kicks up as Sarah speeds down the freeway at 200km/h. She grits her face, passing through the combine soldier marching with a strider. She runs several soldiers down and runs down a strider leg as it shoots during it's stumble. She drives faster and powerslides through a corner, running like hell through her economy tires. As "Freebird" ended, she drove into I-95, traveling down until this crap stopped. She drove and drove for a long period of time until reaching a rest stop somewhere in New Jersey. Locking her car, she went up the steps into the stop, ordering a medium Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks. The sky outside was turning orange from the sunset, turning into a darker and darker blue. She wondered just what the hell is happening. The streets were almost void of vehicles and people. She rubbed her temples and drank down her coffee, walking to her ca and letting the caffeine soak in. She lay her seat back and rested, hoping the coffee would let her have a decent powernap.
Waking up from her slumber, Sarah looked outside her car window. It was Pitch black out there. She yawned and turned on the Civic, listening to the pitiful ricer roar that somehow got her to 200km/h. As she sipped her coffee, she ran down the road. She couldn't see shit in the headcrab canister-filled road, wondering where she was going. She sighed and went back up the highway. She went through the tunnel into Manhatten, backed with people going instead of coming. Oh well, she thought, and slowed to the toll. She saw there were no cops, so she just drove through the toll, scratching her hood. Now she was somewhere in Chinatown. Turning on Canal Street, she drove down to look for the corner on Mott St, near her friend's apartment. She parallel parked into some kind of visible parking space, walking past a bunch of Asian markets.
"Hey pretty rady, you buy sungrass two dolla off."
"You bai fish prease?"
"SAM DO HO LANG HA CHI CHONG" "OH HANG SO LO DAM"
She kept walking through the streets until she saw the dirty glass door scrambled with graffiti. She slammed through the door, running up the steps to see her friend. She knocked on the door of a Apartment 2B, hoping her friend would show up. "Jo? JO! Are you home?!" She kept banging on the door as
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?PerksSarah will be very quick and proficient with her kicks and will kick very hard. She would also be able to find some source of discipline and would be able to discern and decode her enemy's footsteps when fighting. She would make quick and nimble physical judgments in a fight. Her school also taught her how to use Nunchucks, Kendo, and the Wooden Staff
DefectsShe would have trouble with firearms, knives, throwing weapons, and improvised weapons (broken bottles, forks, spoons, ladles, bat-like objects), which are things she never had experience with. She is also quite small, so she would be more defenseless against taller/heavier aggressors (People above 6', anyone in the CCA with heavy augs) if she was grappled.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?I plan to use my auths for self-defense and to beat down people as told. Her leg strength/body would also help with
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))No, nobody else does.
Which server does this apply for?City
Extra Notes (optional):I have actually practiced Taekwondo irl. I am a 1st dan black belt and I can remember a lot of techniques from doing sparring and forms in those days.
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