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Half-Life 2 Roleplay / Re: RP_City45_Catalyst_x1f
« on: July 09, 2012, 03:06:03 AM »
They look styled in American fashion. I'm thinking specifically a big city, maybe Chicago or even New York. They look utilitarian (Which is how most American buildings are built) but don't quite look flat enough to be Eastern Bloc.

It doesn't matter because this game is made by CCA players for CCA players. It's disgusting how many things are added to the CCA. The size of the Nexus is absolutely staggering. It's ridiculous. There is absolutely no representation for citizens. Then the apartments are made even worse by adding that stupid ugly gray door that ruins the whole feel. The one place the citizens could feel semi-alone.

You can add a gigantic elevator that goes from the Nexus to the surface, but you can't make the apartments look Eastern. Yeah.

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IC Chat / Re: The Story of the Civil Serf
« on: June 30, 2012, 11:06:32 PM »
Leuthen on Strategy

I am compiling this for present and future efforts

1. Don't suck up to the CCA. They are be frightening, but they take their sadistic joy from torturing those vying for their favor.

2. Get to the ration line first, follow the patterns of the broadcasts and time it. Get through as competently as possible.

3. Enter District Six through the subways. Get a flashlight. If there is no flashlight, follow the walls.

4. Don't give your name out quickly. This is the easiest way to get turned in.

5. Never contact NOVA unless you need them, unless you want to be thrown into a cold cell and forgotten about. When something serious happens, try to charm the officer and hope for the best.

6.  Never talk about cigarettes in public. Never talk about them to anyone, period. Smoke alone.

7. Recognize who are here to stay and who are bound for relocation to the nether, avoid the latter.

8. Share rooms, save tokens. Accept loyalists only and hope the Civil Protection groups you in with them.

9. Only gamble with the closest of friends.

10. Don't drink alcohol, too risky. The dumpsters get searched for that stuff anyway, and people aren't gonna go down for a crime they didn't commit.


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IC Chat / Re: The Story of the Civil Serf
« on: June 30, 2012, 10:48:20 PM »
Journal Log 5 - City of No Leaves

The sun blinded me. I fell out of bed, if I can call it that. The stairs were creaky and rising sun could be seen climbing beneath the doors of the dimly lit hallway.

Inhuman yells could be heard throughout the tired city and static echoed across the plaza.
Subjects of the masked unity herded some sentient sheep against a wall, demanding to show their business permits.
I wandered for a while, looking for a job, somewhere, anywhere.

When the sun balanced on the peak of the clouds, megaphones softly demanded our presence at the ration distribution center.
I thought I would be used to it by now.
Every day something more horrible than the lasts happens.
A citizen was thrown out for fumbling his sid number and hasn't been seen around town again.
Another man only spoke German, he was electrocuted four times by batons of steel, he slumped down to the ground and blood dripped from his collar.
Today, a  nearly deaf lady came. Asian I think. She asked for information four times and couldn't get out of the line. The gun was only cocked once. I looked away.

I can see my ribcage when I look down and the "rations" hurt my stomach. They're fixed. I know it. I've seen it before in the camps, and there is nothing I can do.

Even the books are nothing but propaganda.



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One more thing. I see so many "strong and powerful" characters walking around. You are all malnourished, the supplements only have the nutrients to barely sustain you. If somebody is oh so strong, then the CCA should be dragging them away for interrogation on the accusation of steroid use.

What's worse, the CCA does not acknowledge this part of the game. It seems to be some unspoken rule to ignore this facet of HL2RP.

The CCA don't want to waste time arresting minges because of a description when they'll probably just disconnect or mingerun.

There's lots of things I don't want to do, like wasting time playing doctor with minges. Unless they start getting totally out of hand - I still have to do it. That's an extremely poor excuse. Might as well take it out of the game if it's going to be ignored and say the supplements do have nutrients so the citizens can work decently.

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One more thing. I see so many "strong and powerful" characters walking around. You are all malnourished, the supplements only have the nutrients to barely sustain you. If somebody is oh so strong, then the CCA should be dragging them away for interrogation on the accusation of steroid use.

What's worse, the CCA does not acknowledge this part of the game. It seems to be some unspoken rule to ignore this facet of HL2RP.

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Name: Atticat
RP Name (at time of ban): Leuthen Suvorov
STEAM ID:STEAM_0:1:36509643

Reason: Disconnecting during a conversation (not confrontation) with Civil Protection units.
Length: Perma I believe
Server:HL2RP (City)
Banner:Don't know

Why should you be unbanned?: Well, I had just joined the CWU and was having a blast of a night when people started to crowd around my store. I was there for a while and had a couple chats with officers. I was talking to one when my pc lost connection. I logged back on as fast as I could (genuinely about 3-4 minutes), but I was already banned.

    I selected a character that wasn't banned and went into the server to find an admin, but the players in OOC chat told me that the last admin had logged off for the night, and after failing to use /admin I left the server.


Possible evidence of misunderstanding: There were multiple people on the server when it happened. Many of them saw what happened and can vouch for me. Many members in the CCA itself would (hopefully) vouch for my dedication to serious RP and the server.

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Notes: I'm terribly sorry for originally posting in an incorrect format...long day hehe.

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They are really backed up...currently I've been accepted into the CWU, but I can't join because my medical authentication hasn't been responded to yet /:

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~IC PART~
Full Name: Leuthen Suvorov
Citizen identification(CID): 21296
Last Assigned Apartment Number: UCH:B2
Total Loyalist Points: 1
Sex: Male
Age: 58

How long have you been in City45:
Leuthen was segregated into City 45 by the Combine and has lived there for one month.

Why do you want to join the CWU?:
     I'm currently waiting for my medical authorization. I need to join the CWU to become a fully recognized Doctor who has access to the medical equipment that he needs.

     Furthermore, City 45 is in dire need of not only Civil Worker's Union personnel, but also of Doctors. Whenever a NOVA unit has to treat a downed civillian and bring them into the Nexus to fully operate on them, they see parts of the base and compromise it's security. I offer the benefit of a civilian that provides a service to other civilians and reduce NOVA's workload.
     
     But what do I get out of it? Being in the CWU gets me a warmer coat and the benefits of belonging to an overarching organization that can provide benefits for me like assistants and deference of supply overhead to managers. The CWU invests my stake in the outcome of the city the tools I need to fully attend to citizens.

Were you ever detained before? If so explain why:

    Yes. I was detained for an audio violation when I yelled in the town square and was doubly accused of threatening a man. Earlier, I had spent my day in D6 talking to two young people. One talked about wanting to buy guns, I didn't respond because I have no interest at my age in getting into scraps with the CCA and stirring trouble.

    A loyalist reported us however, when the aspiring rebel failed to whisper and let his voice echo down the towering alleyways. I was in the town square when I yelled if anybody was around, and a CCA officer detained me.

    The officer decided that I indeed had not threatened the loyalist, and I gave him information on the suspect that talked of purchasing weaponry. I spent some time in jail and was released.

Past experience with work/labor:
     I got my undergrad degree in England and completed my medical education in the U.S.A. I spent time working in hospitals treating normal issues. I wasn't a famous doctor, but I was competent at my trade. I matured over the years after numerous exposure to new diseases.

    When the portals first opened I had to deal with patients whom were eroded with bacteria mankind has never encountered before. This experience completely dwarfed my time in the hospitals, where I honed a very basic application of my skills. All too often I faced patients that were destined to decay because of poisons that contained no known cures on earth.

    Things got worse when the seven hour war came and the bodies piled up. Hospitals were out of room and the death toll rose to colossal heights that dwarfed the mortality of WWI and WWII combined. A world war one for every block on every street of the world for seven hours. I attained a profound witness to the horrors of war. Working the hardest I had ever in my entire life, and under unceasing stress, I gained competence in treating basic military wounds.

     When the humans were subjugated to Combine rule, I was transported to a prison camp where I did labor like farming and assembly line working until an incident occurred and suddenly I found myself the camp's main doctor. My time was mostly spent treating citizens who had collapsed from work in the looming sun and contamination of the water supplies. Somehow, I was looking out the window of a train and watching the ascension of City 45 over the hills.

Name 4 things the CWU Can possess, and 4 things we cant. Also state why.:
    The CWU can possess:
1. Radios - For communication with each other and the facilitation of synergy across the organization as a hole.
2. Special food like donuts, for selling to citizens and lowering the burden on ration distribution.
3. Flashlights - For sale to citizens to navigate the city at night.
4. Medicines - For sale to citizens and proper treatment of illness by the CWU Doctors.

The CWU cannot possess:
1. Firearms of any kind - firearms are outlawed for the inventory of civilians.
2.Explosives - explosives are also considered weapons and so are off limits to civilians.
3.Ammunition - Ammunition as well is forbidden to be carried by civilians.
4. Non-UU branded foods and paper.


Tell us about what you can do.:
     I can apply my skills to aid citizens and lower the workload of the Nova and thus freeing their hands up to deal with more important matters. If I have a medical base where I can fully operate, citizens do not need to be escorted through the Nexus as well.

    When a citizen is down on the street, I can use a defibrillator and apply CPR, but there is little I can do without moving them to a medical base.

    I can also work alongside the CCA, being used to treating war wounds and incapacitated Nova officers if the need arises.

     

If a citizen asks for help and is new to the city, what would you do?:
    Answer their questions and help them out. It's important to remember how clueless and awestruck you were originally when you played the game and do the same for them what was done for you by the community. You can also help by directing them to the catalyst-gaming website.

     If the citizen is confused about the nature of organizations, I can let him work as an assitant for tokens in my shop as he or she gets the hang of the game in an environment where I am around to help with less stress.

~OOC Section~
Name: Joshua Kane
Timezone: Eastern Timezone (U.S.)
SteamID: Suttreetoadvine (Atticat shows up)
Roleplay Experience: About seven years
Serious Roleplay Experience: Three months
Detail a regular day as a worker of the CWU?:
    I'll spend my day working with citizens whom need medical help. A medical shop will be opened to provide for needs at a standardized location that is recognizable.

     By acting as one of the few CWU workers in the city, I can generate unique RP that is rarely displayed. Dealing with all of the injured in the city can be slow or fast paced depending on the day. I'll be on call constantly and a day will never start or end as a medic in the CWU.

Character Backstory:  Leuthen Suvorov was born into a wealthy Russian family. His Father was an officer who survived the initial purging of the ranks by Stalin and went on to rise through the communist hierarchy during World War II.

     When Leuthen was a child his Mother would play the violin and tell him stories of Russia's history. He learned of Alexander Suvorov for whom his family contained the same name. He would stare for hours at the Baltic sea in his summer home located on the edge of St. Petersburg, listening to the beautiful music of his mother's design. These were the best years of his life.

     As operation Barbarossa commenced and the German offensive moved ever closer to Moscow, Leuthen was surrounded by the wounded, the crippled, and the dying. He would stare out his window every day in agony imagining his Father coming home in a state of disrepair, or even worse - not coming home at all. When the war had ended Leuthen's Father had returned home without right arm and nearly blind eyesight - he could never fight again.

     It was at this time that the Soviets were fully on the rise as Russia transformed into another state entirely. Leuthen's Father, while proud of his country, would often talk about the condition the country was in. Propaganda at every turn, banned art, controlled media etc. His Father owned some rare books that were banned by the Soviets which he would read to Leuthen on occasion.

     Leuthen's Mother and Father, concerned about the Soviets and the economic upheaval occurring during the 60's, sent Leuthen away to a school in England. This was the last time he would see his family.

     In England, Leuthen studied chemistry intently. He wanted to understand how the body worked and what made it tick. Leuthen was absolutely driven to attain a medical license and return home to help his country and his Father. He would sit on the beach and read literature, watching columns of light break through the vaporous clouds. He would paint the setting of the sun, with no talent mind you. And he would send letters that were never returned.

     When Leuthen had finally graduated with a degree in chemistry he went home as quickly as he could, planning on attending medical school in Russia. When he returned home there was scarcely a trace of his childhood home. It became clear to him why he was sent away. Angry at the Soviets for taking his life from him, Leuthen went to the U.S.A. as fast as he could to finally attain his medical license, fearing that England was not safe from a Soviet Invasion.

     When the portals began to perforate the earth after the Black Mesa Incident, Leuthen had become a competent doctor. He was not famous, he was not brilliant, but he was good at what he did and he was needed. All kinds of strange wounds had to be treated by bizzare animals and monsters that had never been seen before on earth. At times Leuthen was at an absolute loss for how to treat the victims of people poisoned by substances that had never existed on earth before. The entire medical community was in shock. Leuthen began to smoke to calm his nerves during intense operations that tested the endurance of the doctors.

     This was just the beginning however, and when the Combine finally descended upon earth, the body count was colossal. The sheer number of patients overwhelmed hospitals across the world. Leuthen had to start making split second decisions on fragile operations that would control if a victim would live or die. Billions were wiped out in the seven hour war, but Leuthen had made gained a penchant for making risky decisions to save a patients life.

     Leuthen got lucky and was not killed in the wars, but he was moved into a prison camp with other survivors. He was assigned a group to work with and worked as a farmer throughout the day, toiling in the hot prisms of the sun. Leuthen argued with the Combine that he was a doctor, and that he could help, but they didn't listen, nor did they care.

     One day a man collapsed in a field from heatstroke and Leuthen could not forget his doctor's oath and rushed to help the man. The Combine didn't take kindly to this, and threw Leuthen into a prison cell. The amount of days, or even years that Luethen subsisted in that prison is not known. He could scarcely see the setting of light through one window behind him lined with steel bars, but he had no way to mark each cycle of the star that harbored earth in its depression of space and time.

     Leuthen's psyche had been tested to its limits when one day the Combine rushed into the system of cells. They opened the door and threw a man fully garbed in Combine Officer uniform at his feet. He was conscious, but responding in gibberish.

"Fix him" Said the Combine
Leuthen replied "I need medical tools"

     The Combine dragged Leuthen from his cell and brought him into a medical room filled with devices he had never even seen before. Along the wall he could see blood, and tatters of a white lab coat with a medical insignia on it. They brought the wounded officer into the room, who was now coughing up blood.

     "He dies, you die"

     So Leuthen got to work as fast as he could. Desperately trying to figure out how these bizarre and alien medical tools worked, he tested and trialed over and over again until he became nervously sure that he was out of preparation time. Leuthen operated with haste. But Leuthen knew not what he was operating for. He was out of time, and began to dig deep into the man's flesh, eventually finding latent shrapnel within the man's body. He isolated the procedure and dug the metal out as quickly and accurately as he could. The patient was taken to a room where he rested for days on end, Leuthen praying each day that he would not die and consequently seal Leuthen's own fate. Finally, the patient recovered.

     This caught the eyes of the CCA, whom being brutally decisive in their actions, took a miniscule liking to Leuthen for his high risk tactics when operating. At this point Leuthen was 58, addicted to smoking, and suffered heart problems. He knew he could never resist the CCA and the Combine, but he hated them. He still retained memories of his family and what Soviet Russia had done to them, and he knew what a free world with literature and art was truly like. But he was older now, and wiser. Leuthen knew that it was up to younger generations to make a real difference. However, Leuthen had always remained true to his Doctor's Oath, which required him to never abandon a person in need. The road ahead of him would be one of harsh decisions in a world where the CCA write their own Oath of brutality, on citizens and doctors alike - especially ones that harbor a different code of morality altogether.

     In the end, finding himself segregated by the Combine into City 45, Leuthen decided the best way for him to help the people of this world forgotten by god would be to preserve his position as a doctor and do what he could. The CCA had a habit for leaving citizens for dead when they couldn't figure something out, and he knew he might be one of the few who could save those lives.
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Notes : I'm not sure if I was supposed to put my entire character's back-story in or not, so I just did. Also: my loyalist points are actually zero, but the application wouldn't allow me to put zero down.

Also, my authorization application for medical skills is located here - http://www.catalyst-gaming.net/index.php?topic=15278.0  which hasn't been responded to yet.

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IC Chat / Re: Leuthen Suvorov's journal - Still kicking
« on: May 24, 2012, 12:20:03 AM »
                         Journal log #4 - Don't drink the tap water

     The guards were nowhere to be seen, faded crimson leaves danced on the ground in the howling wind, citizens laid with their backs to the walls, looking up at the gray sky; even the city was bored.

     Last night was a mess. I feel like I relived my college days, and none of it was intentional. All because of a game of rolls. Where do I get started.

     There were three other men invited into my house for a game of secret gambling; we'd each roll a pair of dice and the highest number got the pot, pretty simple right? Wrong. I led the men into my house, only one of who's name I can remember, being Tristan. Everything went well at first, some of the men sat out on the first roll, being afraid naturally to gamble in this hell hole.

     They made themselves at home and I offered them some water from the sink, figuring that breen's water was a bunch of hooey like the bunk supplements they feed us. Stupid Leuthen.

     So we are rolling the dice, and all of a sudden on of the men, who’s name I can’t remember for the withered old life of me, starts to stagger around the room until he collides with my table, smashing it to pieces. We asked him what was wrong, but by this point he had lost the ability to form coherent sentences. Personally I thought he was out of his mind and we had picked up a loony off the street – this is why you don’t invite strangers into your house.
     
     But that is just the beginning. We lock him in the bathroom to prevent any more damage and you can hear the battering of the door with his fists accompanied by some form of alien tongue that I’m sure even the Combine haven’t encountered. This is when a young Australian woman walks in and naturally we invited her to play a game of rolls, the screams and bangs on the door still exploding behind us. She ran away and we never saw her again. Thank Thor that no CCA were around for this mishap, or I’d probably be writing this journal log with my fingernails on a cemented prison wall.

     Finally, we let the man out of the bathroom, whom at this point has regained his senses. This is when Tristan drops to the ground, not responding to any of us. I picked him up and dropped him in the bathroom, like some sort of washing machine for the insane, but I think he hit his head pretty hard when he crashed into the bathroom tiles – my mistake.
   
     I felt horrible about giving him a boo boo so I through a chair in there that he could maybe sit on during intervals between shotgun puking and chanting about air traffic controllers controlling the Combine. Mistake #18.

    After a long, long period, I finally opened the door. Tristan comes out wielding the chair, pinning one of the men against the wall, knocking down closets, breaking my TV set, flipping my couch. We began to let fly projectiles in the form of cans, which he seemed to be immune to. After knocking everyone else out, I grabbed a crate and wrestled with him until the chair was out of his hands. I turned my back and sat on the ground, my weak heart pounding and my lungs grabbing air like rations with no CCA around. Mistake #25
     
     I feel a sharp pain in my head and woozy from the water. Everything goes black. I wake up. My apartment is destroyed. I’m covered in vomit. Nobody is around me. Like some kind of bad dream that followed me on the way out to the corporeal world.
     Moral of the story – don’t gamble with strangers and DON’T drink the tap water.

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Bug Reports / CWU Application Format Missing
« on: May 21, 2012, 10:36:07 PM »
Title says it all. The CWU application link doesn't bring me anywhere. I will link it here for convenience.

http://www.catalyst-gaming.net/index.php?topic=10445.0

The link in this thread leads nowhere.

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Half-Life 2 Roleplay / Re: Why?
« on: May 21, 2012, 09:40:03 PM »
I really, honestly believe that there needs to be a designated command rank within the CCA that allows the ordering of D6 sweeps.

Also, the map would be much nicer IMO if there was more focus on the main area rather than D6. It would be interesting to see a part of the main area with back alleys that are actually populated, maybe with things like underground bars etc. being available for purchase. As it is now, nobody uses the other district. Hell, there's hardly any CWU that play for some reason.

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Player Section

Steam Name: Suttreetoadvine (Atticat shows up)
Age: Twenty One
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Seven Years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 4 months

Character Section

Authorization(s):
Basic Medical knowledge and a medical license which will allow my character to conduct emergency operations like CPR and Defibrillation on site until a person can be carried back to a more permanent medical base where I can fully operate. My character will also be able to do like things like bandage up wounds and treat infections.



Name: Leuthen Suvorov
Age: Fifty Eight
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
     Leuthen Suvorov was born into a wealthy Russian family. His Father was an officer who survived the initial purging of the ranks by Stalin and went on to rise through the communist hierarchy during World War II.

     When Leuthen was a child his Mother would play the violin and tell him stories of Russia's history. He learned of Alexander Suvorov for whom his family contained the same name. He would stare for hours at the Baltic sea in his summer home located on the edge of St. Petersburg, listening to the beautiful music of his mother's design. These were the best years of his life.

     As operation Barbarossa commenced and the German offensive moved ever closer to Moscow, Leuthen was surrounded by the wounded, the crippled, and the dying. He would stare out his window every day in agony imagining his Father coming home in a state of disrepair, or even worse - not coming home at all. When the war had ended Leuthen's Father had returned home without right arm and nearly blind eyesight - he could never fight again.

     It was at this time that the Soviets were fully on the rise as Russia transformed into another state entirely. Leuthen's Father, while proud of his country, would often talk about the condition the country was in. Propaganda at every turn, banned art, controlled media etc. His Father owned some rare books that were banned by the Soviets which he would read to Leuthen on occasion.

     Leuthen's Mother and Father, concerned about the Soviets and the economic upheaval occurring during the 60's, sent Leuthen away to a school in England. This was the last time he would see his family.

     In England, Leuthen studied chemistry intently. He wanted to understand how the body worked and what made it tick. Leuthen was absolutely driven to attain a medical license and return home to help his country and his Father. He would sit on the beach and read literature, watching columns of light break through the vaporous clouds. He would paint the setting of the sun, with no talent mind you. And he would send letters that were never returned.

     When Leuthen had finally graduated with a degree in chemistry he went home as quickly as he could, planning on attending medical school in Russia. When he returned home there was scarcely a trace of his childhood home. It became clear to him why he was sent away. Angry at the Soviets for taking his life from him, Leuthen went to the U.S.A. as fast as he could to finally attain his medical license, fearing that England was not safe from a Soviet Invasion.

     When the portals began to perforate the earth after the Black Mesa Incident, Leuthen had become a competent doctor. He was not famous, he was not brilliant, but he was good at what he did and he was needed. All kinds of strange wounds had to be treated by bizzare animals and monsters that had never been seen before on earth. At times Leuthen was at an absolute loss for how to treat the victims of people poisoned by substances that had never existed on earth before. The entire medical community was in shock. Leuthen began to smoke to calm his nerves during intense operations that tested the endurance of the doctors.

     This was just the beginning however, and when the Combine finally descended upon earth, the body count was colossal. The sheer number of patients overwhelmed hospitals across the world. Leuthen had to start making split second decisions on fragile operations that would control if a victim would live or die. Billions were wiped out in the seven hour war, but Leuthen had made gained a penchant for making risky decisions to save a patients life.

     Leuthen got lucky and was not killed in the wars, but he was moved into a prison camp with other survivors. He was assigned a group to work with and worked as a farmer throughout the day, toiling in the hot prisms of the sun. Leuthen argued with the Combine that he was a doctor, and that he could help, but they didn't listen, nor did they care.

     One day a man collapsed in a field from heatstroke and Leuthen could not forget his doctor's oath and rushed to help the man. The Combine didn't take kindly to this, and threw Leuthen into a prison cell. The amount of days, or even years that Luethen subsisted in that prison is not known. He could scarcely see the setting of light through one window behind him lined with steel bars, but he had no way to mark each cycle of the star that harbored earth in its depression of space and time.

     Leuthen's psyche had been tested to its limits when one day the Combine rushed into the system of cells. They opened the door and threw a man fully garbed in Combine Officer uniform at his feet. He was conscious, but responding in gibberish.

"Fix him" Said the Combine
Leuthen replied "I need medical tools"

     The Combine dragged Leuthen from his cell and brought him into a medical room filled with devices he had never even seen before. Along the wall he could see blood, and tatters of a white lab coat with a medical insignia on it. They brought the wounded officer into the room, who was now coughing up blood.

     "He dies, you die"

     So Leuthen got to work as fast as he could. Desperately trying to figure out how these bizarre and alien medical tools worked, he tested and trialed over and over again until he became nervously sure that he was out of preparation time. Leuthen operated with haste. But Leuthen knew not what he was operating for. He was out of time, and began to dig deep into the man's flesh, eventually finding latent shrapnel within the man's body. He isolated the procedure and dug the metal out as quickly and accurately as he could. The patient was taken to a room where he rested for days on end, Leuthen praying each day that he would not die and consequently seal Leuthen's own fate. Finally, the patient recovered.

     This caught the eyes of the CCA, whom being brutally decisive in their actions, took a miniscule liking to Leuthen for his high risk tactics when operating. At this point Leuthen was 58, addicted to smoking, and suffered heart problems. He knew he could never resist the CCA and the Combine, but he hated them. He still retained memories of his family and what Soviet Russia had done to them, and he knew what a free world with literature and art was truly like. But he was older now, and wiser. Leuthen knew that it was up to younger generations to make a real difference. However, Leuthen had always remained true to his Doctor's Oath, which required him to never abandon a person in need. The road ahead of him would be one of harsh decisions in a world where the CCA write their own Oath of brutality, on citizens and doctors alike - especially ones that harbor a different code of morality altogether.

     In the end, finding himself segregated by the Combine into City 45, Leuthen decided the best way for him to help the people of this world forgotten by god would be to preserve his position as a doctor and do what he could. The CCA had a habit for leaving citizens for dead when they couldn't figure something out, and he knew he might be one of the few who could save those lives.
     

     

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
- Chance to apply to the CWU as a Doctor
- Mobile defibrillator to use in emergency situations
- Authorization to carry medical packs
- Authorization to carry medical supplies
- Authorization to operate on citizens and CCA alike when needed
- Closer ties to the CCA and citizenry alike.

Defects
- Doctor's Oath requires Leuthen to never leave a person in need without medical attention, causing conflicts with the CCA's orders.
- Leuthen needs to make risky and quick decisions that can test his morality and another person's chances at life
- Leuthen cannot risk losing his medical authorization by aiding the resistance
- Leuthen cannot save somebody at any time - the skills he can offer outside of a medical base are few
- Leuthen must often put others before himself
- Leuthen must often room with multiple people because of a lack of money from paying out of his own pocket for patients that are in poverty.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
     I plan on using these perks to develop my character first and foremost as a doctor. My character will serve as one of the few doctors in CITY 45. I plan on applying to the CWU ASAP in order to set up a permanent medical base with ease. While Leuthen will charge low prices for his services, he can never refuse a sick patient, even if they have no money.

     My character, Leuthen, will live in a state of moral conflict between obeying the CCA to retain his medical authorization and using his medical skills to aid any life in danger. Leuthen will also use high risk strategies when confronted with an injury on verge of calamity - further testing the boundaries of his morality and psychological stability.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nope.

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
I'm not sure if portable medical packs have been banned for Doctors or not, if so just exclude them from my list of perks.

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Half-Life 2 Roleplay / Re: The Catalyst Issue (Major flame.)
« on: May 21, 2012, 03:51:37 AM »
Ok here my 2000 cents:

Canon
Why do we have to follow it perfectly? For one, a perfectly followed canon makes up for a very boring disorganized game. Two, adding non canonical stuff makes it more interesting and brings more players in.

Immersion
OOC is getting better and yes, disabling it is not a good idea. Anyone who says "Herpaderp disable ooc" lacks the logic required to understand anything thats going on.

Suhgestions
Yes i agree on this. If we dont have a dev for HL2RP then why isnt there an effort being but in to find one? I dont see anyone asking me if I could help. Youd be surpeised what some of us can do.

Minges
They will always exist. Administrators need to learn that being an admin means less RP and more administration. That bothers me

Guns
Just do more sweeps and PK more people woth guns. If theyre dumb enough to get caught then they deserve a PK as they lack a major skill in coty rebel rp which is secrecy.

Communication
How do you know? Do you have access to the admin section of the forums?

     The last two hit the nail on the head here. I am new here, and have no beef with any admins so far, but in other servers I see this all the time, especially with admins starting lame events to abuse there power (haven't seen that here). But we need to be on guard to make sure admins are always doing a top notch duty, it's always a present danger.

     Secondly, I very, very, very much believe that owning a gun should be an incredible risk to take. I hate how D6 is filled with people totting weapons. I believe an admin commented that D6 keeps weebuls out of the Nexus area....I agree with him, but I also believe raids should happen maybe 3-4 times a day on D6 to really keep the gun wielders on there toes. And if they are caught, it should be a perma kill. They should be paranoid about their risks and they should be thinking of places to hide their weapons during sweeps.

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IC Chat / Re: Leuthen Suvorov's journal - Still kicking
« on: May 21, 2012, 03:24:30 AM »
 Notes: I very much appreciate that Globey  :).

                      Journal Log 3

     Today my eyes and mind alike were concomitantly transfixed on that black tower piercing the clouds. I've heard rumors that there is something at the top. That the Union uses weather instruments to keep the sky constantly cloudy and hide what's up there, I don't know what to think.

     Some of my friends are slowly migrating to D6. It starts with a couple visits, and before you know it a week has passed and their apartment is deserted. I may not like the CCA, but every time I've been to D6 somebody with a mental problem has threatened me - and in my state of heart conditions, escape is not an option.

     I finally mustered the courage to traverse the underground tunnels, but I think I saw something. I almost had a heart attack. It was strange and only had one eye, if I can even call it an eye. Those tunnels are absolutely enveloped in darkness, I barely caught a glimpse of it. I don't know if I'm going down there anytime soon without a flashlight.

     A man tried to break into a woman's shop. She was a friend of mine too, named Nikki if I can recall. The CCA came in and I left the scene. The next thing I saw out my window was her getting beaten against the wall with a stun baton. She told me it was for an audio violation. Those bastards.....the higher the rank the more their humanity has been faded and withered.

     I had an idea to get some UU approved paper and post poetry around the city. One of the poems I wrote which humilating enough is not actually mine goes like this :

                                                           Somniferous whisperings of scarlet meadows
                                                            Sleep calling and my dreams are wondrous
                                                                I traverse afar, my reality abandoned
                                                                    Not a care if I never, ever, wake
                                                                                                                                      - Anathema

     I want to remind people in this city that there is hope.....but I can't help but know that the CCA would remove and burn these things if found. Maybe I could post them in D6, as much as that place bothers me.

     More and more I wish to sleep forever. It's the only solace I can attain, except when the nightmares come of the Civil "Protection" breaking down my door and dragging me off to the amputation chambers.

     I've already been detained once, and for a damned audio violation no less. I complied  and was brought into an interrogation room for a grueling amount of time. The CP Unit was quite compassionate in the end though, he gave me some food during the whole mess. I was accused of threatning a man; I coulden't threaten a twelve year old girl lest a full grown citizen in my condition.

     I was thanked for my compliance, but still thrown in a jail cell, of course. You can hear the sounds of the screams as the paralyzing batons burn the flesh of prisoners. I tried to calm my nerves and ignore the shrill sounds penetrating the window.

     Staring at the sterile, cold, and gray wall of my jail cell, I drew imaginary scenes of my childhood; oceans perforating the sand with each accesion and regression like a pendulum. Seagulls riding the cyclonic wind currents, the laughter of children. I looked at my hands and painted tracers adorned with vibrant colors not yet discovered through the air and whisked them into rising circles like the sinuous smoke of a cigarette.

     
   Maybe I should end on this note. Here's to a night without terror Leuthen. I pray for redolent dreams.
     
     

     

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Outside City 45 / Re: Outlands: What's it like?
« on: May 19, 2012, 04:31:50 AM »
     The outlands actually consist of coniferous trees, streams, and beautiful mountains. Unless I'm mistake, the outlands is actually a very serene and habitable place.

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