Full Name: James Wong
Citizen identification(CID): 51149
Last Assigned Apartment Number: A1
Total Loyalist Points: 0
Sex: Male
Age: 48

How long have you been in City45:
It will be three weeks tomorrow.

Why do you want to join the CWU?:
To offer my medical expertise to the city.  I studied medicine at Stanford and I wish to share it with the community.

Have you ever been detained before?(If so why):
No.

Past experience with work/labor:
None.

Name 4 things the CWU Can possess, and 4 things we cant. Also state why.:
Can possess: Radios (To communicate), medical supplies (For treating injured citizens), machines (For increased ease of work), and UU marked food (To sell or consume)

Can't possess:  Weapons (Level one contraband), vortigaunt slaves (CPs only), kevlar (Again, CPs only), non-UU food (Level three contraband)

Tell us about what you can do.:
I was a surgeon pre-war, and I wish to put it to use.  My specialty was trauma, but I can do other things.  I wish to be of good use to this city and aid care for it's citizens.

If a citizen asks for help and is new to the city, what would you do?:
As a civil worker, it would be my duty to show them around and orient them with the different districts, unless it interferes with important business.

Name: Hazard Time
Timezone: GMT -8
SteamID: STEAM_0:1:23502890
Roleplay Experience: Three years
Serious Roleplay Experience: Two years
Detail a regular day as a worker of the CWU?:
  It depends on your division.  As business, most of your time would be spent selling general goods and food to the citizens.  At the end of the day, profits would be counted, inventory taken, and all sales would be reported to the organizer.  Business is the largest division of the CWU (//I wonder why...) 
  I plan to go into the Medical division.  As a medical CWU, I will be spending most of my day manning a clinic.  On slow days, I might treat mildly injured citizens, but most of the time I will only be able to treat those who are critically injured.  Medical workers are the only citizens allowed medical equipment.

Character Backstory:
  James Wong was born in Seattle to Taiwanese immigrants.  As time went on, he applied and received a scholarship to Standford University, where he studied medicine.  It was here that he took an interest in and soon majored in trauma care.  After graduating, he worked at local hospitals in the trauma centers. 
  At the time of the Seven Hour War, James and several other doctors hid in the basement, where the electric generators were able to sustain them for some time.  They were eventually found by a CP patrol that took them to the nearest train station.  Several trains and boat rides later, and James found himself somewhere in Eastern Europe in a city known only as City 45.  Having never been to Eastern Europe, James was awed by the beauty of the architecture.  While not supportive of the Combine's policies, he isn't courageous enough to resist, wishing instead to use his knowledge to help ease his fellow citizens' pain.

It didn't work.

Lieutenant Lorenzo Moreño, Open Waters, on Board the Felicia

Lorenzo is jarred out of his daydream by the yells of the midshipmen.  Wheeling around, he saw sailors running to and fro in a panic.  Looking up to the bridge, he saw Captain Renaldo looking through a spy glass.  Dashing up the steps, he approached him.  Almost immediately, the captain looked at Lorenzo and shouted, "Lieutenant! Go down to the gun decks and oversee the gunner."  "Aye, Captain."  Jacked up on adrenaline, Lorenzo runs down to the gun deck, almost bowling over dazed crewmen in his path.  As he reaches the gun deck, he surveys the crews, "Move into position!  Gunners at the ready!"  The atmosphere became thick with adrenaline as the crew loaded the cannons.  Lorenzo gazed out a portside hole and saw the ship move into view.  "Port side, ready!" he yelled.  He waited a few moments longer then yelled, "Dispara!"  All twenty port side guns opened fire, and Lorenzo regained his composure soon enough to see a few impact the bow.  "Reload!"  Suddenly, three puffs of smoke become visible on the side of the corvette as all three cannonballs impact the side.  Several loud knocks are heard as they bounce off the hull.  Lorenzo then becomes aware that the ship is swiveling around.  "Starboard guns, ready!  Dispara!"  As the shock from the 24-pounders wears off, he looks out the starboard porthole and sees four shots hit home.  The side of the corvette cracks open like a crushed egg and begins taking on water.  "Hurra!  Well done, compañeros!  The flesh pots await you back in La Habana!"  He is answer by a loud cheer that is quickly drowned out by the marine guns on the upper decks.  As the adrenaline starts to wear off, Lorenzo straightens his tricorne and heads back up top, heading back to his quarters.

I know people already do this in their signatures, but I thought I'd make a thread for everyone to show them off.

Alison Moren:
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDRWdNn_nLk" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDRWdNn_nLk</a>
Appalachian Spring by Aaron Copeland (Sooooooooo soothing....)

C45.CCA.SHIELD-OfC.350:
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg</a>
Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath (Scariest fucking song ever.  Skip to 4:30 to find out what happens when he gets angry.)

Borislav Blagorodna:
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0UAno0Fgd4" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0UAno0Fgd4</a>
Live to Forget by Firelake (Makes me wish that my computer could run STALKER: CoP

Lieutenant Lorenzo Moreño, Havana, Cuba, on Board the Felicia

Lorenzo watched the captain leave, then looked around the officer's quarters.  So far, this venture was a major improvement over the Perra de Mar, and his spirits were high.  He grinned with pride and stroked his goatee before turning around and walking out onto the deck.  There he stood for several minutes, regarding the sailors that he was to share this ship with.  They were the exception to Lorenzo's good fortune.  As he watched them scuttle across the deck carrying barrels of food and water, he remarked under his breath, It's like they were just grabbed off the street.  Even though he had been in the Spanish navy for a while, Lorenzo still trembled at the thought that the men under his command were there against their own will.  The only thing that kept them under his control was the fear of death.  Eliminate that, and scurvy would be the least of Lorenzo's worries.  The sooner they got out to open waters, the better.  Disgusted, Lorenzo turned back around and returned to his quarters.  He felt the urge to bathe.

I only agree with a few things you said.  Firstly, I disagree that the CCA is snuffing out Rebel RP.  I think there is TOO MUCH rebel RP.  There is a reason why Outlands has very few people on it, and it's because D6 is just like it!  I don't need to tell you about the incident today where we stood outside the D6HAP for thirty minutes waiting for Rofl's approval to enter D6 to save a unit.  If anything, the CCA is too weak.

However, I do agree that the High Command is fucked up.  I don't know about the other divisions, but ever since Bluff became DvL of SHIELD for a day, we have lost ALL of our manifests and I STILL have no definite idea of who is the DvL.  Swoots has been trying his best and I give him credit, but this needs a LOT more involvement.  It was fuckups like this that led to debacles like HELIX.

Electric bass.  Feast your eyes on its sexiness.

It's a Schecter Stiletto Extreme 4