Player Section

Steam Name: Reaver
Age: 18
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): For years.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Two years.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-A dusty checkered suit.
-A black, finished hard-wood cane complete with neigh-shattered crystalline pommel.
-A stark white fedora, although due to excessive wear-and-tear, it is falling apart.
-Psoriasis and Vertigo-These are both conditions, while Vertigo is an inner-ear problem that causes dizziness, Psoriasis is a disease that causes red scaly patches on the skin, from too much or too little sun-light.
-Several small bottles of pills, ranging from pain-killers to pills for Vertigo and Psoriasis treatment.
-Provisions, including several small things such as Debby Cakes, Alcohol, chips and multiple other small brand name food-stuffs.
-Three small boxes of Cuban Cigars.
-Skills with a rifle.
-A CA model, this one is big. I would very much like to use the CA model, as I am in a suit..I understand the fact that I can RP it, but my preference would be to use the model that is there, readily available. So...please. Thank you.

Name: Price Masterson
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
It was a normal autumn day when Price awoke from his strictly scheduled sleep. With a groan and a yawn, the man lifted himself from his bed, idly scratching at his 5'o'clock shadow as he peered into the mirror. What a mess he was, his hair stuck out at odd intervals and there were large bags under his striking green eyes. It comes with old age, I guess. Nothing to worry about, everyone goes through it at some point of their lives. With a sigh, the mans gives a cursory glance towards the multiple sores that spotted his body like chicken-pocks. Grimacing, he can't help but think how annoying these little fuckers are. They pop out of nowhere and make him look like a fucking weirdo. Great, more of a reason for his wife not to touch him. Because that's what he needs, a woman who sleeps in the same room as him, but refuses to so much as look at him for longer than thirty seconds. His marriage was on the rocks as it was, and he was sure as shit that it would have already been over if it wasn't for Corran, his seven year old son. The only times Delilah and him even pass a smile to one another is at the dinner table, when Corran is giggling, their new kitten hopping onto his lap. Oh well, nothing can be done about that, so he might as well just accept the fact that his family life was in shambles. At least he had work, something that would normally be a hell-hole, but was a quiet solace, giving Price a hiatus, time away from the stressful life at home.

After draping himself in the normal suit and tie, Price admired himself through the glass of his wife's shelves, which were lined with Boyd's Bears of all shapes and sizes. Those fucking bears. She cared more about them than she did Price, and he had fantasized about feeding them all to the rottweiler next door, that would teach her. Snapping out of his momentary lapse of focus, he stared at his reflection a few moments more. Juxtaposed against the tiny bears, with their brown fur and beady black eyes. He looked like a prissy faggot. Wonderful. Delilah sat on the pale living-room sofa, thumbing through her latest issue of People magazine. She barely gave heed to Price's obvious leave, offering a single curt nod in his direction, responded to promptly by a spite-filled grunt back towards her. Price swept the white fedora hat from the hat-rack, slamming the door behind him as he left. Jingling his keys, he moved towards his Honda Civic, sliding the key into the lock, and switching the tumblers to unlock the vehicle, which he promptly entered, started, and drove off in. Half-way into his commute to work, he made a sudden realization as his vision began to blur, he had forgotten to take his fucking medicine. The one thing that keeps his Vertigo in check, this was the shitty little cherry atop his cluster-fuck sunday of a life. He shook his head, attempting to dispel the cobwebs that were muddling up his mind and line of sight. To no avail, as the car in front of him seemed to be getting bigger and bigger...or was it closer and closer...before he could decide, he slammed into it, blacking out.

It was several hours before he awoke for whatever reason, and in the distance he could hear the horrific sounds of screaming. Raising his head, which was throbbing, he rubbed at the large red bump atop his noggin. His vision was still blurred, but this as surely due to his leave of consciousness. After adjusting to his consciousness, he saw in the distance several large shapes, looping around in teh sky, fire seemed to be flaring from it's front. It couldn't have been a plane or something..It moved to fluidly, seeming to bend and contort as if it was a living, breathing being. It quickly flew away after several more moments, and Price took no time. He had watched too many alien movies for his own good, and he had to ignore the sudden smell of piss and the wet spot that now stained his lap. Flinging the car door open, the man spilled out of the vehicle, sprawling out over the ground, slowly inching towards the bridge, if only he could make it over the edge and into the river....

                                                                   ---Several months later---

That deer just wasn't sitting right with him. Not at all. He was lucky to have stumbled acrossed the rifle and ammunition a week earlier, otherwise he would have been dead by now. He went over the last month in his head as he leaned over the tree, spilling his guts all over it's roots. With a heavy sigh, Price stood back up, walking further into the woods. Looking down at himself, he couldn't help but smirk. He had had a flight of fancy several weeks earlier and had stumbled upon a truck that must have been inbound towards some sort of Gentleman's store, because it was lined with all sort of suits, canes, hats, everything. It had been laying on the side of the road, keeled over with no driver in sight. Of course, he had no use for a new hat, he had the trusty old one from back at home that he still had, miraculously. Back on topic, Price was sporting a splendid suit that was just his size, and clutching a black cane in his hand that was being utilized as a walking stick. And he was pretty su-...is that what it looks like? There seemed to be a small town in the distance, although he hadn't seen it earlier when he was sighting atop the tree-line. Regardless, eh broke into a full sprint, running towards it. A town meant food and food meant survival. If someone was there already, they would have to fight him for provisions. Nearing the town, he saw a sign that read 'Andros, welcome.'. And another that read 'Belles, two miles.' This..was going to be nice.



                                                               -Several weeks later-



He had made quite the haul two weeks ago, his bag was full of a plethora of food and drink and he had basically plundered the local pharmacy. It wasn't like they needed it or anything. Although he wasn't sure why an isolated town had a general store that sold fucking -Cuban Cigars-, as if they could have possibly had a populace rich enough to afford them, he had taken several cartons of those as well as a few lighters. He looked the part to be a right mobster, and he was loving it. Whatever, he had time to think about this later, he needed to find a bigger city, somewhere he could settle down and rest for a few months. Besides, everyone else was dead, weren't they? Speaking of city...there seemed to be a large wall in the distance, and there were...those flying things..those...biological manstrosities that he had seen when he crashed. No, it didn't matter, he was there, and he had little to lose, he was going in. Besides, there was a grate visible on the side of the wall, and a huge sign on the outside....



'City 45' sounded inviting..

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
-Just some fun RP, the diseases are a way of helping myself by giving me some passive RP, and eventually by running out of pills, I would begin to pass out a lot.
-The can could be used in self-defense, and looking like a general BA.


Defects
-The diseases are the huge ones, here. They can cause a huge array of problems.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Create RP for myself and others, as well as possibly create a trade with some of the provision I hold.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
No, although if someone kills me, they could easily take my clothing, food, everything.

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):

For the past several months, I have witnessed a steep decline in activity in which the board has conducted. I would like to create a file for you all to submit regular reports. The CAB is a professional organization and should be treated as such. For that reason, I would like any meetings that are conducted to be submitted in proper format within this file. As well as any that are suggested by the populace, which can thus be voted upon and approved by either the Consul or Vice Consuls.

Meetings shall be recorded and summarily reported in this format:

|Name of Board member: |Name and City ID of the citizen spoken with: |Questions of interviewing visitor: |Small summary of what occurred during the meeting: |Personal opinion of what was suggested and/or what was said in general:

[color=orange][b]|Name of Board member: [/b][/color] [center][/center]
[color=orange][b]|Name and City ID of the citizen spoken with: [/b][/color] [center][/center]
[color=orange][b]|Questions of interviewing visitor: [/b][/color] [center][/center]
[color=orange][b]|Small summary of what occurred during the meeting: [/b][/color] [center][/center]
[color=orange][b]|Personal opinion of what was suggested and/or what was said in general: [/b][/color]


Credits to Reaver for original listing.

Player Section

Steam Name: Reaver
Age: 19
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Several years.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Two years

Character Section

Authorization(s):
Several hand-held ceremonial daggers. Made from stone and held together by tightly wrapped rope.
Traditional Vodun Dress-Consisting of a hay-skirt, a headdress and large,mid-thigh fur boots, a Collier
In depth knowledge of Loa and Vodun customs.
Lambi-Basically a conch.
Asson-Basically a rattle. Made from a Calabash and snake vertebrae.
Ogun-A type of flattened bell.
Proficiency with the bow.**
Ability to craft basic wooden tools, and a bow from supplies available.**
Hightened knowledge with Herbalism, only to help in rituals.
Hunting techniques that could be used in a fight, if Bombara is attacked.
Only slightly below average physique, although skinny he is not malnourished.

*These authorizations will only be put into play if I send Bombara to the Outlands server.



Name: Bambara Ge-rouge
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Bambara was born and raised in a small tribal village in West Africa. As a boy, he grew up being surrounded by the barbaric, unusual customs of a Voudoun tribal community. As a small boy, he was not allowed to participate actively in the rituals, but he watched them closely. His mother and father were important members of the tribe. During his teen years, Bambara became a Houngenikon, or an assistant to the Houngan, which was a fully initiated priest of the Voudoun. While his sister remained hounsi canzo, Bombara decided to venture out of his tribe on a Rite of Mentality. He believed he himself wasn't worthy for the path he was on, which was that of a Houngan priest.

    Soon after leaving his tribe, the Vodun man was forced to live in the unforgiving terrain of the African Wilderness. He had not taken any weaponry with him, so he was forced time and time again to create crude bows. After many months at doing this, it became old easier and easier for him to do. Using the bow, he hunted a multitude of different game animals. Some which required him to wrestle, to conserve his low count of arrows. When game was scarce and animals became reclusive, Bombara began taking up herbalism, finding many plants, some edible, some not. On more than one occasion, Bombara was striken gravely ill by these plants, something quickly fixed by purging. By the end of his journey, he was well versed in fauna and flora, and was a skilled hunter when he returned to his tribe. After a year in the wilderness, Bombara returned to his tribe, he had acquired the proper ceremonial garb that was normal dress for those of the Houngan. He remain with the tribe for two more years before European Ministers arrived to convert the population to Christianity, and bring them towards Western Culture. The tribe took this as a great insult, and openly attacked the small group of white men. Several were mortally wounded, while the remainder decided to take their leave, lest they incur further casualties. Bombara reluctantly went with the men, as he believed himself impure, and unworthy to remain within the community. Mid-transit, there were several reports of odd storms popping up around the world. Something that both scared and confused the African Vouduon man. He believed that this was the Loa's anger at his tribe embodied in nature. Bombara promptly attacked and killed the remaining Europeans when they arrived at their destination, in Europe. It was only a matter of time until he was apprehended by the local billies for his heinous acts...

   And that is when the portals began opening. The Combine soldiers, dropships, SYNTH units and aircraft spewed from the shifting abyss as an enormous hole tore the sky asunder. Bombara fled from them, taking heavy fire, along with other fleeing men and women. He was thankfully unharmed as he hid within a convenient, and well concealed, bomb shelter. He lived within the confines of this hole for several weeks before emerging, and promptly beginning his journey into the unknown that was now Earth, a hefty bad of provisions on his back from his brief stay within the shelter. Deep into his travels, Bombara came acrossed many dead animals, both fresh, and totting. Those that he could preserve, he salted and stored within small containers. He continued to his trek until he came upon a city, one that didn't exactly scream safety. Approaching a large pipe jutting out of the exterior of the city's wall, he entered...into City 45.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
The capability to create passive RP as well as a fun RP experience for those within Precinct 3 besides the run of the mill resistance mumbo-jumbo. Regular rituals would be done, covering a vast majority of things. Citizens would be able to perform 'Rites' to prove their worth to the Loa, if they so wish to join in on the fun. The knives would be used strictly in self defense, unless during the monthly sacrifice, in which they will be used by Bombara to carve the heart out of the sacrifice's chest, to appease the Loa.

Defects
Placing himself in situations in which he can openly be attacked. He would be hunted down for inciting religious activity and for his barbaric beliefs most likely.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan on creating passive RP for people, allowing them to partake in an unusual Roleplay situation, furthering the development of their characters. Furthermore, it would give units an active religious sect in which to stomp out. Lastly, Bombara sees Vortigaunts as the physical embodiment if the Loa, and therefor worhships them. This could easily cause a multitude of problems, due to Vortgaunt nature.

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


Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
This was written after a night of no sleep, so any lack of detail can be choked up to that, although I hope that the information I have given is sufficient.

UNIT: 142
DIVISION:UNIFORM
CLEARANCE:RCT


New Log Opened:

<::|| *A loud sigh, followed by a short black haired male with long, define facial features comes into view on the video-feed. seemingly walking down a hallway.*
 ||::> Uh..432's log. First log. Um..it's kind of odd talking to a little rectangle. But...I used to Facetime with me auntie all the time...so whatever. So I'm not longer Jack. Not allowed to call myself that. It's just...423 now..so..whatever. The CCA is ruthless. Today I watched two units shot in the face while in the HCMR..why would they do that to their own kind, if they were just trying to help? I don't understand it. I guess that just means I can't mess up. One of the two that were executed got....cloned...some how? *The man sets down the datapad, several moments later, he is seen again, this time in metropolice uniform* I didn't even know the Union had /that/ kind of tech. Well, 10-100 is nearly done. And I have to finish the rest of my manifest. *Jack brings his index and Middle fingers together, raising them to press against an earpiece on the side of his helmet. Before the feed is cut, a deep, metallic voice is heard issuing from the RCT-Vocoder* "C45.CCA.UNIFORM-RCT.423 is 10-8. On duty."

Saving File As:LOg.00001
Saving File...
Saving File...
Saving File...
File Saved

Disconnecting .423
Console Shut Down.
CONNECTION LOST

Player Section

Steam Name: Tannerdrg
Age: 18
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Six-Eight years.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Slightly over two years

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-Auth for heavy-light weapons including a single AR2, four MP7s, and five handguns.
-Auth for explosives and other projectiles including five flashbangs and five grenades.
-Auth for above (Now average) strength.
-Auth for above average bag space in order to keep all guns with me, although ICly they will be hidden away under floorboards.

Name: Sinclair 'Reaver' Williams
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
EDIT: Reaver had escaped C45 via the Sewer system, and made his way towards Belles. Along the way, he  picked up a few wanton items and bags. Upon entry of the town, Reaver befriended and became social with many of the town's inhabitants. Eventually, he became acquainted with several armed men within the town. Most of them were T.O.T.O members. Not a day later, 'Tango', the leader of the group, was standing in the streets with several of his members. After formalities and introductions, Reaver was told that Tango and his group sold arms, medical supplies, food and other miscellaneous goods. Following the meeting, Reaver spoke to Tango in private concerning his plan to move back into the city and utilize any weaponry he obtained to assist the resistance effort and generally anger and impede the unit's moves in P3. A deal was struck soon after that insured Reaver would receive firearms and other supplies including munitions and projectiles. He was told that the next shipment coming in would be there later that evening. In the down time, Reaver went around town, obtaining the needed materials and supplies that would be used on the trek back into the city. This was done by talking with a supplier from an outpost in the wilderness, who had food and drink.

     Eventually, after obtaining some of the food that would be needed, Sinclair went on his way back to Belles to check the status of the shipments that were brought in. Next, he entered their base and went upstairs to find nearly everything he ordered in boxes, waiting for him. Tango, along with several other T.O.T.O members, wished Reaver good luck and requested that hellos were to be given to loved ones, as well as kills to be conducted to certain units that harmed the Belles townsfolk when they were in the city. When Reaver was about to set out on packing his supplies, a small force of combine were sighted down the trail that needed to be attended to. Reaver, along with several other armed individuals, set out to confront the force. Once in place, Reaver instructed two of the others to move down, hugging the foliage and staying hidden so that they could get in position to flank the force. Reaver, armed with the AR2, opened fire to attract the units' attention. Taking out one of the Combine, the other units became aware of the man moving down to the flanking position. One unit opened fire on him, leading to the man being shot in the leg. Reaver received a near miss that left a small wound on his left calf. Soon after, the other units retreated, not to be seen again. Sinclair, along with the other members, warily hauled the other man back into the town, letting him be taken care of. Soon after, Reaver cleaned his wound and set about preparing to get more food by means of hunting wild game. After nabbing his MP7, he set off for the hunt. The next day, after camping out within the bows of a tree, he brought back his bag of game, radioing that he would need assistance from several people that concerned moving back into the city. Upon entering the inn's basement, he was met by a woman (Name forgotten. Will be supplied if I see her online in Outlands on my alts.). After shortly discussing and warning her of the dangers, she accepted to carry the bags of game and the bag of 9mm handguns and ammunition. Moments later, another woman came down, who had an injured arm. (Name forgotten, same rule with me supplying it at a later date.) She was not so eager to help, and reluctantly declined due to not wanting to go back to "That Hell". After she left, Reaver sent the woman ahead of him, asking her to meet him at a location near the city. He radioed again, asking for a male's assistance. A man named Danin Fluke (My alt. Did not ACTUALLY happen, but did IC, as I can't exactly RP with someone who is also me.) Danin agreed to the conditions, going ahead to meet the woman with the MP7s in tow. Lastly, another male named Jonothan(Something, same as earlier) came. The same warnings and information were given to him. Soon afterwards, Jonothan, holding the remaining supplies, and Reaver, holding the AR2 and other essentials, went on their way to meet with the others.

(IC, not RPed out due to the inability for me to be on my alt AND Reaver, as well as having the other two being on.) THey met up at the designated area, but Danin had come into contact with a poisonous plant of some sort and passed due to Reaver's unpreparedness, as no one was a medic and the proper medical supplies were not brought. An impromptu funeral was held, which involved the body being unceremoniously buried deep within the ground. Reaver, who had brought a portion of a broken door with him, laid the bags upon it and gave the other two some food for the trek back. Pulling the door behind him, Reaver meandered his way through the sewage pipe quietly, eventually coming out the other end, dirty and fatigued. Hiding the bags in some foliage, he took each oe by one into the city, placing them below the floorboards in a room within the P3 apartments.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
Erm. Use of the guns, and other obvious things.

Defects
Reaver will be underground now, not socializing with anyone due to the high risk of detection by loyalists.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
The guns were brought in mostly for an event I have discussed (Partially) with a few admins. I hope to use them in an eventual firefight within the plaza that may or may not lead to Reaver's eventual demise. This will be later down the road, and will need the auth of (Later named) other using the guns. I will make sure to talk to them OOCly to be certain they understand S2M and PtL. The AR2 will not be used or carried, but instead used solely for the event. The only weapons I plan on using are the handguns. MP7s will only be used if Reaver is found out and a raid is conducted to find him, which will end with Reaver hopefully escaping with wounds, but not killed. I request for a PK only to be administered following the event if his demise is chosen to happen at that time.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Eventually yes, but the names of those have yet to chosen.

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
Any questions I shall answer.