Niall "Baldi" Evans's Authorization Application

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Player Section

Steam Name: AntiTrolls222
Age: 14
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Since April of 2011
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Since August of 2011

Character Section

Authorization(s):
1) A shard of a scanner used as a shank (RPed, obtained).
2) The ability to adapt to the D6 environment, beginning to survive and exercise etc.
3) Smithing skills.
4) A zippo lighter.


Name: Niall "Baldi" Evans
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Rebellion

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
1) RPed situation: Niall stood in his house, waiting for an idea to occur. Anything that could spark up a whole new form of rebellion in the city would be good. Then, it came to him. Niall remembered that just before he entered the 6th district, he "borrowed" 2 request devices. Ready to unleash his... not so master-plan, Niall pressed the yellow button on the device and began to speak. He mocked the combine's rule of Earth, laughing at the insignificance of their government. He then vowed that the city would burn and the fire would be extinguished with combine blood. Then, the combine had the upper hand. Suddenly, Niall heard the noise of whirs and clicks, and noticed a small, flying object approaching. Niall quickly ran into the abandoned tunnel of D6, and played dead, hoping to fool the combine. The scanner laid its eye on Niall for a matter of seconds, before departing to report to the combine. Niall arose, feeling relieved. He then felt like doing something he couldn't before. He took out the photo of his wife from his pocket and hid in the debris of an old tunnel. He then began to fornicate to the image, remembering the pleasure his wife gave him. After the... "task" was complete, Niall exited the tunnel, only to see the scanner inspecting the area. He quickly attempted to shoot up the ladder, and run back into his home, but the scanner was too fast. Niall smiled at it, as he wiped his semen stained hand onto the scanner. The scanner clicked and spoke, sending messages of Niall's deeds to them. Niall was getting a bit agitated, so he began to attempt the scanner's destruction. He threw rocks, hit it dived at it, but it was all too much. Suddenly, a woman came by, noticing the scanner. "What the hell?" she said, as she raised her 9mm. "Kill the fucker!" Yelled Niall, still diving at the floating demon. The woman tried to shoot, but something was amiss. "Shit! No ammo!" She screeched, as the scanner began to blind them all with its flashing lights. Rocks flew at the scanner as it took the hits like no big deal, then, as Niall threw a rock, the scanner began to call out to the combine. "SCANNER SUSTAINING DAMAGE." it bleeped. The two began to throw the scanner around like it was nothing but the scanner was ready for departure. Suddenly, as Niall and the woman were ready to surrender, an explosion sounded from behind. Another male had thrown one final rock, destroying the scanner, meaning the situation was complete. Niall jumped into the D6 pit, looking at the scanner, ripping pieces off. After he had almost 100% disabled the scanner, he picked one piece of, good enough to use as a weapon. He smiled as he took it. "Useful." he said whilst he smirked. He ran back to his home pressing the yellow button on his request device once more. "Thank you for the training course, ready for round 2?" He said, smirking, //(non-rped)// and admiring the sharp metal shard. He thought to himself for a second, and then rip a strip of his jumpsuit off. He wrapped it around the shard and gave a little knot to the cloth. He examined the newly created weapon. "More useful." He said, almost drooling at the sight.

2) Ever since Niall's escapade of detainment, he was thoroughly ready to start anew. But at the realization of the world he was living in, he knew it was all too much. He knew his place stood with the rebellion, as he could no longer go to the city, knowing his fate would be a risk. He decided to enter District 6, and create a new fond home there, living among a free society. He walked to the D6 HAP only to find an OfC unit blocking the way. "Great..." he muttered to himself, as he approached the entrance. He cleared his throat before addressing the officer. "Sir, I wish to enter this district for... an extension of my business, I am Niall Evans, CID-" He said, before the OfC interrupted him. "You have no access to this District Mr Evans." He said in his deep, sharp voice. "Why not?" questioned Niall. "Because your data shows that you have a total of 2 criminal points." The OfC said. Niall groaned as he muttered to himself, walking away. "Fucking brilliant..." The OfC quickly turned on Niall ordering him to come back. "What did you say?" "It was nothing really." "Let's make it into something..." He said, before the sound of a shotgun erupted. Niall stood still, shaking at the feeling of 1000 drawing pins entering his foot. He looked to his feet, only to find a gaping bullet wound in his leg. Niall screamed out as he crawled in the UCH, passing out in the lobby. He awoke later in a man's room, who had operated on his leg and made it slightly better. Niall could limp at least. He peaked out the window to see the OfC returning to the nexus, which meant his opportunity had arose. He limped down the stairs, limped out of the UCH and in one final push, sprinted into D6. He looked around the area. He knew it was time to settle in. 2 months later, Niall was suited to the area. He walked out into the basket ball pitch area and began to do his daily 600. 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 pull ups, 100 squats and 100 aerobic stretches. This was his daily routine every time the clock struck 10:00AM. It was his life now, and a glorious life it was...

3) 11 years before the days of the combine, Niall stood in a rural area of Scotland, in an office, waiting for the news to come back about his interview. A suited man walked in an looked up at Niall. "Well, Mr Evans. We've considered your 4 GCSE's in construction, your 2 in product design and wood work and your outside work of sculpting for an underground group. You've got the apprenticeship, welcome to the board." He said, straightening his blue tie and moving back his slick, gelled hair. Niall smiled as he followed the man into the main factory. "We've decided to immediately put you into manufacturing, you'll be working with Mr Delmond and Mr Foaks, who are your superiors. You are in the beginners stage of supplying parts to our vehicles, meaning for now, you'll basically be hitting metal sheets with a hammer to shape them into car doors. Here's your schedule, work uniform and list of breaks and lunch hours. Have fun..." The man said as the walked around the factory area, before arriving upon two men working on shaping car doors. Niall shook their hands before entering the toilets to change into his uniform. He put on his goggles, hard hat and blue jumpsuit before exiting the toilets. 1 year later, Niall was in a new section of manufacturing, welding. After a long day of fixing a Ford Fiesta together, Niall was confronted by 2 Asian men. "Excuse Mr Evans, we are aware of your valuable crafting skills and have a proposition." The first one said. The second one stepped up. "So Mr Evans, what section of work are you in now?" He said. Niall looked curious, as he straightened his jacket and looked at them. "Welding." He said. The two men began to curse to each other. "如果你可以看到這一點，我們在爭論!" "我希望你不認為這曳!" They argued. They then stared at Niall with a smile on their faces. "We're sorry sir, but it appears your time of need is not upon us yet. We will be with you in some time." They said in unison. Niall just looked bewildered and walked off. 2 more years later, Niall was at the top of manufacturing. He pretty much did the lot, shaped metal, welded it, carved it into shapes, the works. The two men were outside at Niall's lunch break as he left the building. They grabbed him and threw him into a van, tying him up. Niall had his blindfold removed only to find himself in an old warehouse. "Mr Evans, the time of your duty is here. The UK government has been displeasing us lately with current policies and what not, so we require your skills of manufacturing to create a... message." The man said. One of the goons lifted a cloth off the table to reveal plans for a TNT explosive, and all the pieces were in front of him. Niall shook his head as he stood from the seat. "What the hell makes you think I'm gonna do this you moronic china-man?" He said as he rose from his chair. A goon laid a 9mm to his temple directly. "Because if you don't, we have means of disposal." Niall sat down and read the instructions as he assembled the device. 4 hours later, Niall was done and stood up. "Done, the... bomb is ready..." He said. "Good work Mr Evans, you have 10 seconds to get as far away as possible before we make sure you expire he said. Niall ran, but not from fear, for safety of the leading events. 2 hours later, the Asian men and their goons boarded a boat, handing the package over to some armed men, looking as though they came from Indian roots. As the boat set off, a sudden explosion erupted and shot the boat 14 feet in the air, before hitting the docks as debris. Luckily, the debris hit the two men and one goon, but left the other goon crippled. Niall stood in his home, packing his belongings before setting himself up for a departure. He wasn't going anywhere specific. The BBC did report the explosion, only saying it was an act of heroism, but the hero must be charged in court. Niall knew nothing would go smoothly considering his past records of theft and fraud. The government would give him life... He'd set off for the countryside where his mother lived, before she left the world. Niall lived there for 8 years, fixing up bicycles from parts he collected. The bike never worked, as he had no materials for tires. The thought of him actually building a fully functional bike actually made him laugh. After 8 years, the Combine took Niall, shoved onto a plane with the others, taking him to City 45. But Niall never planned to live a patriotic life with the combine.

4) Niall was walking through the apartments of D6 when he spotted something in the corner of an apartment room. A zippo lighter. Niall quickly ran for it, placing it in his pocket. He knew whoever owned it would be in the outer-mountains or dead, so either way, it was his now. Niall walked out the apartments, flicking the lighter's flame on and off. He smirked, knowing he could feel safe now, stroking his goatee.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
1) A defense weapon for times of great need.
2) Becomes mentally fit to live in D6.
3) Useful for crafting.
4) A valuable light source.

Defects
1) Niall would only ever use it in defense, as he is not the type to hurt people of his own kind randomly. The weapon is also quite blunt, meaning minimal damage is given.
2) He'd have to stay in D6 to be adapted. Life in the city could feel odd.
3) His lack of smithing tools mean he can't really create much.
4) Niall has the brain cells to never spontaneously use it out of impulse, as he knows better than to run into the city and light things on fire.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
1) Just prepare myself for any /me defense tactics.
2) I think I could develop my character to seem stronger, better and smarter.
3) Niall could be good with shaping defensive armor or petty melee weapons for people.
4) The idea of Niall's smithing days and owning a lighter means he could be able to shape small objects, or even start mini-fires for light or camp.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
N/A

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
Ask KillMePlz or whoever 031 is to verify that this happened. Google translate the chinese in story 3 for a secret. Although it may not be accurate as to what I specifically wrote.

[garry :D]

+support

I think you can be trusted to not run around with the scanner shard and shank people for their lunch money like the majority of idiots in District Six.

[wag1]

Agreed. I'll give you a +support if you swear not to go around mugging everyone for there equipment.

[shrimp]

+Support

[wag1]

Alright, due to your good role-playing skills, and very good application, I will accept 1), 2), and 3). I left out 4, since it's seems that your character just magically finds a lighter. Even if you did get it, it'd run out of gas sooner or later. Anyways, for your smithing skill: You won't be able to smith anything amazing, since you've barely got the equipment for it. Only things that you can find will help you.

Accepted.