This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.
Messages - Reaver
Pages: 1 2 3 [4] 5 6 ... 9
46
« on: October 30, 2012, 10:39:47 PM »
//You make a good point, if anything I'll probably have it just as identification on file, in which case I can edit the post.
47
« on: October 30, 2012, 10:15:19 PM »
Due to the influx of new Administrators and the advent and construction of our upcoming Embassy, I would like to keep a tab on our Doctors, so I ask that you all report your perspective fields of study alongside a picture for physical representation on personal files. Your photographic identification will be imprinted digitally into RFID cards, which will be attached to the pocket via lanyard. //More or less, I wanted to keep this forum strictly IC, so this is me ICly asking you to post pictures of what your Administrators look like! There is no practical purpose for this, just a bit of fun so we can all see what we actually look like. Pierce Cullen:
48
« on: October 28, 2012, 08:36:42 PM »
I've made several amendments, but I will not detail exactly which. The reason for this is that you should all re-read the act to deviate from any possible fuck ups.
To those who have not heard however, the rank of Councillor has been added aove Administrator and below Advisor, the replacement for Vice Consul.
49
« on: October 27, 2012, 07:47:33 PM »
Once upon in time there were humens and analmals in ravenhole, the sky was happy and full off hop, in ravenhole there was a man called bob grigori he was a nice man and worked in an church in the middle off city off ravenhole. all was good that day but then the cobmines invaded and staerted killing all the humens in city off ravenhole, the cobmines killed with headgarbs that flew down in rockets and landed in bobs room bob then took out his wepon and shot the headgarbs bob then saw his wife and rest of family were evil headgarb zombies
"YOU WILL BE ONE OF US BOB!"
Shouted the evil zombie headgarbs bob then shots the evil family zombies in the face but sadly because he didnt want to then he ran outside and saw the cobmines had taken all of earth and the humens were sad bob let cry fall from his face as he shouted but quiet cus the evil cubmines were looking for humens and evil zombies to shot at, bob then saw the cumbin tower that went up in clouds and sparked with sparks cumbiens were flying around the sky and on the ground with stridars and picture bots bob gregori looked at them and got mad and picked up a riffle from the ground he then said
"Dam yu cobmine i am going back to ravenhole to help humens and give pepple hop!" the cobmine tower laughed and said "haha bob gregori" bob then went back to ravenhole and found that everyone was evel zombie headgarbs bob then vowwed to kill them all and get revenge on the cumbiens for killing the humens and analmals. "THIS ISNT OVER!!!11!" bob gregori shouted at top of voice.
By, a fucking idiot named Dalas
Admin edit;
Reaver you should have known, that this... Poorly written history, sorry to say, would belong in spam instead of in creations.
I'll go ahead and give you a 10% warning for doing such, as you already know the rules.
10% warning issued ~Challenge.
50
« on: October 26, 2012, 06:11:08 PM »
~IC PART~ Full Name: Haleem Eid Al-adha Citizen identification(CID): 32146 Last Assigned Apartment Number: Apparent Block B4 Total Loyalist Points: 1 Sex: Male Age: 26 How long have you been in City45: I have been in for many month. Have successful life here. Why do you want to join the CWU?: (To kill the infidels) I want to join because I have good business experience, and there are many perks to joining. I can easily do help for Union. Have you ever been detained before?(If so why): Only time when a particular unit was being slightly racist, but I took it like champ. Past experience with work/labor: I used to own corner store in Essex. Name 4 things the CWU Can possess, and 4 things we cant. Also state why.: Request Devices.-Obvious CWU Potatoes-They are branded CWU Tea- " Shortwave Radio- For business use, cannot sell. Grenades-They are weapons. Tell us about what you can do.: I am a hard worker, and take orders easily. I can do many things, although I do have a problem with focusing too hard on things sometimes. If a citizen asks for help and is new to the city, what would you do?: Give them a drink, and show them around the City, and warn them about what goes on in Precinct Three. ~OOC Section~ Name: Reaver/Vodun/Whatever, you know who I am Timezone: EST SteamID: Monkey the Hero said it's okay, because no can find. He is a plane. Roleplay Experience: Many years Serious Roleplay Experience: Same as above. Detail a regular day as a worker of the CWU?: I'll do bullet points. -Wake up. -Small drink. -Small spot of food. -Leave HQ. -LOCK THE DOOR. -Head to the Plaza, speak with citizens. -See if anyone requires a flashlight, they sell like hotcakes. -Set up a shop/Clinic/Information Booth. -Speak with citizens. -Return to HQ. Character Backstory: Haleem Eid- Al-adha was born in the Middle East, to a quiet family of five. He took a liking to business at a young age, and went out of his way to set up a drink stand on the hottest days of those humid, sandy ass Middle Eastern days, you know the ones. Luckily, he lived in one of the less dangerous areas, his neighborhood being more rural and calm than the ones frequently shown on American television. At the age of nineteen, Haleem left his country to defect to the west, where he settled in Essex, in England. His first choice would have been America, and New York City, but after the events years prior, it wasn't exactly the best idea. He heard of the rampant racism and scrutiny that those of his nationality and faith were given. In England, he was given much less, but still a decent amount, of mistrust and mistreatment. he looked passed this, and eventually obtained a loan from the bank, using this to open a small corner store at the edge of First and Maple. His first several months were horribly slow, but in time, he acquired a regular base of customers. Haleem was in the process of hiring his first employee when the Sky opened up... He stares in disbelief as a throng of men, women, and children stormed passed the quaint little shop that he had opened months prior. The foundation of his store shook with the pounding and thumping of thousands of feet. A woman with black flowing hair jumped into view, vaulting over a fallen mail-box. She turned her head for a single second, making momentary eye contact with Haleem. She smiled ever so slightly, possibly taking solace in the fact that someone she knew could somehow keep her safe, although this was obviously not the case. She turned for a fraction of a second before something else came lumbering into view.. The sounds of a loud, mechanical screech echoes through the air as a monstrous tri-pedal creature stormed towards the woman. It lifted a single leg up, letting it fall in an arching motion with a great amount of force. Before it registered in her mind that she was struck, her face held that smile as she fell...even as the barbed end of the creature's leg broke the skin, the impaled her onto the ground. Even as her life slowly pooled on the side-walk...even as the craeture used its other leg to retrieve the one stuck inside of her. Bits of lung and tissue clung to the spiny end of the alien-like creature's limb. It turned on its axis suddenly, facing Haleem directly. It released a horrendous groan, screeching once more as Haleem took an instinctive dive to his right, just barely missing three very odd, white pronged shapes that zipped passed his head, impaling themselves into the cabinet mere feet from him. He watches in horror as each piece slowly vibrated, faster and faster, keeping pace with the raising decibels of the high pitched squeel it was also emitting..it was second before they were gone, replaced by an unbelievable fire, and a strange white substance that blocked his view...then all was dark..
51
« on: October 24, 2012, 01:24:16 PM »
Player Section
Steam Name: Reaver/Binders Full of Reaver/You all know who I am
Age: 18
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Several years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Several years
Character Section
Authorization(s):
An established Trade Route between the Outlands and Price, within the city. This will never amount to anything major, and if it was anything controversial, I will post another authorization application. This will be food and other items such as radios occasionally and Every other week, a very small piece of weaponry, this could be anything ranging from a small knife to a shovel.
This is also an OL Appeal, for Price to re-enter the city. As it states, he also possesses one 9mm pistol with one magazine within. This was obtained ICly, and I do in fact have it in my inventory.
Name: Price Masterson
Age: In his twenties
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Price rolled over off of the boxes that he had meticulously laid out in the basement. Rubbing his eyes, he looked down at his otherwise naked torso. The red blotches that irritated the pale, usually clear complexion of his upper body were easily visible in the dull, artificial lighting of the room. They were incredibly itchy, but he had grown to the point that the feeling could be ignored after a bit of concentration. With a deep groan, one over-exaggerated in order to see if he could raise a reaction out of any of the possible early-wakers, he lazily raised himself to his sore feet. The only sound from above was the lonely pitter-patter of some stray creature scampering acrossed the rotting floor-boards of the Inn. Using his arms as leverage, he took an uneasy step forward, the Vertigo haze from standing up too quickly still obscured his vision greatly. Taking half a moment to lean to either side, weighing himself against his pelvic bones, he released a long sigh of pleasure as each pleasant pop sounded from his achy back. Slinging the bags over his shoulder, Price stumbled into the other room, tossing the more cushioned of the two in the corner, the one which housed his gun, wrapped carefully in several articles of clean clothing. The other he laid down with a greater sense of care, this was full of bottles, and other such delicate items. Sadly, it was lighter than it used to be....and his stock was running low..
-Insert some segway here for a transition from flash-back to present day-
Price had met a few men soon after coming to Belles. Apparently, they were from some sort of organized resistance a border over. They explained that for several months, that had been attempting to make contact with those within the city, and establish a sort of trading route, one that would involve the trade of goods for information. Unfortunately, they confided in Price that they had no way to hold contact with any of those inside. Price explained to the men that he had every intention of moving back into the city, and he would be more than happy to discuss a deal. Besides, receiving tangible objects in exchange for verbal communication was by far one of the better deals he has ever made. They promised him that every other shipment, something special would be added, to sweeten the deal. An odd book, small electrical appliance, perhaps a medical item or two, even minor weaponry(Although Price assumed he meant things such as pipes and shovels [Which is right]). Naturally, with any deal there is a catch, and this one was no different. The trade would be conducted weekly, on Fridays at the dead of night, at the turn of 11:00 PM. The supplies would be left just within the pipe that people used to escape and re-enter the city. However, it would be difficult, as the threat of location and detection were at a peak. Was it really worth it?...
[Another booby segway, something that flows]
Price shook his head, sighing as he slowly slipped into his darker suit, seeing as the journey ahead of him surely was to be a dirty, long and hard one. Wrapping the tight cloth of his covered fingers aroudn the white balaclava, Price tugged the ends over his crown, brow, and then his head, successfully concealing his unshaven mug.
The newly suited man took an easy stride when he exited the door, clearing his throat in order to catch the attention of the four men clustered around a small cart filled to the brim with a wide assortment of supplies. At the head of the recepticle was a green, bipedal craeture goraning quietly. It looked noticably more content upon the arrival of Price, as that signaled the time for departure. Price wasted no time, striding toward the creature to pat it gently on it's bony shoulder. Moments later, they were pulling the cart forward, moving back to the city...
It was quite awhile before the cart arrived at teh outpost; which naturally was abandoned. The others were keen to check the structure for supplies, while Price fancied staying behind to catch his wind..and he couldn't help thinking back to the altercation with the men again...
[Another fucking segway I need to think of]
"There's plenty in it for you," Arron mused, staring Price dead in the eye, "You know the offer, and all we ask for compensation is information. You get a shipment weekly, along with a little something-somethign every other time. We fully understand your reluctance, fella. Climbing in and out of that sewage pipe or whatever every week isn't going to be a cake-walk. Especially so often, and in the cover of night. But the mutual benefit? Woooooowee! Not to mention what those poor bastards in City 45 get to reap...the advantage is substantial, man."
Price scoffed, rolling his eyes beneath the cloth that masked his unpleasant features,"Right, and what happens with Overwatch becomes privy to our little 'operation', eh? They kill me, and end up shoving their hands up your asses, working your mouths like puppets to make you talk."
Stevenson hopped off teh wagon, shaking his head,
"It'd be the price we have to pay then, iddn't? The interest of many over the interest of few, ye?"
Price released an exasperated sigh, chuckling lightly,
"I want one more thing."
"Ain't got no ladies, fella," Arronguffawed, offering a warm smile.
"No," Price waved a hand, chuckling, "Four months from now? Ye...I'm coming back with you."
[Yay! Another segway I need to think of!]
They were finally back on the road, Price at the head with the Vortigaunt. It would only take roughly one day more, and they would be at City 45..
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
The ability to sell contraband within the city, as well as give myself Passive Roleplay.
Also, the gun will only ever be used for protection Price has no motive for killing, and will not. The gun is a last resort
Defects
It will become dangerous to move in and out of the city regularly to get the supplies, also, if a Loyalist sees the gun somehow, I'm basically fucked.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Create passive RP for me and others by having resources and food, drink and occasionally, more tangible items
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nein.
Which server does this apply for?
City
Extra Notes (optional):
Admin edit: Editted after speaking with Reaver. You may ask him or me, over pm / steam. -Challenge.
52
« on: October 21, 2012, 08:39:54 AM »
Amendment made as of 10/21/12-
"Board Members however are allowed access to the Nexus roof sparingly."
53
« on: October 19, 2012, 01:16:20 PM »
Steam Name: Reaver
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:49301608
Character Name: Glenn Moyers(Technically Alfred as well)
Reason for the switch: Change in direction of storyline. This is implied RP due to OL being down.
If required, write a detailed backstory on how your character left the outlands: It was a matter of days before Glenn came to realize that the multitude of people inhabiting Belles had rebellious intent in their hearts, instead of solely vying for survival. He failed to socially interact with those in town, instead preferring to use Alfred in order to maintain contact and acquire information about the Belles' refugees. Alfred had pick up on a conversation between several moderately well supplied men and a Vortigaunt. They seemed to be discussions plans to move to some city, something Glenn didn't readily understand. Nonetheless, three days following this encounter, the small band set out for this 'City 45', and Glenn sheepishly followed. It was mid-day when they noticed him, and after reluctantly introducing himself, he began the real trek to the City he had only heard of in passing.
Time when it happened(if mis-click)
54
« on: October 19, 2012, 05:52:04 AM »
If it was true, that would mean that there is a universe where Multiverse Theory is false.
My head hurts.
55
« on: October 09, 2012, 02:29:35 AM »
This is the city administrator application cycle. <::|| OPEN ||::> Open as of October 9th, 2012 Notes: I'd be lying if I said that this application is easier than any of the others that are open on the forums. The truth is that many people will apply and most will be denied. Simply put, this role can get boring if you don't give it the dedication that it needs. Applications will remain open until further notice. I'll be reviewing the applications frequently so please make sure that you meet all requirements and that any mistakes are fixed before you post. Also, make sure to include your Doctor's College past, concerning their acquiring the title, Doctor. You must have: Past experience! A very short In Character introduction before "officially taking office". At least 1 month played on CG HL2 RP! At least 15 constructive posts! High City server activity. Available during American and early/late European times. Available during weekends. Exceptional roleplaying abilities. Good listener. Complete understanding of all rules and guidelines set out for Civil Administrators. Exceptional grammar - The reason for this, is that a single grammatical mistake is unacceptable in speeches. You are meant to be seen as the most reliable ICly, therefor, you should mirror that OOCly. Know HL canon inside and out. (If you would like to learn this then you can look it up here: http://half-life.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page) Format: < Insert steam name here > 's City Administrator application What is your CA's name? (All CAs' names start with Dr.) (This is any name, Not citizens name) Age: (IRL) Do you have past experience? If so then where? How long have you played Catalyst-Gaming: Half-life 2 roleplay? How many hours do you spend a day on the server? (When it is up) Are you available on weekends and in American time and early/late European time? Do people consider you a good roleplayer? Are you a good listener? Do you have good grammar? Have you ever been banned? Do you know HL canon inside and out? Write a 5 paragraph backstory of your character that reveals their qualifications for the position (One paragraph = 4 sentences) Code: [color=black][size=18pt][u][b][color=red]< Insert steam name here >[/color] 's City Administrator application[/b][/u][/size][/color]
[color=black][size=12pt][u][b]What is your CA's name? (All CAs' names start with Dr.) (This is any name, Not citizens name)[/b][/u][/size][/color]
[color=black][b][u]Age: (IRL)[/u][/b][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Do you have past experience? If so then where?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]How long have you played Catalyst-Gaming: Half-life 2 roleplay?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]How many hours do you spend a day on the server? (When it is up)[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Are you available on weekends and in American time and early/late European time?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Do people consider you a good roleplayer?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Are you a good listener?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Do you have good grammar?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Have you ever been banned?[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Do you know HL canon inside and out.[/b][/u][/color]
[color=black][u][b]Write a 5 paragraph backstory of your character that reveals their qualifications for the position (One paragraph = 4 sentences)[/b][/u][/color]
56
« on: October 08, 2012, 10:40:22 PM »
Life always comes first. Good on you, mate.
Good look in your future endeavors, and as I said, I will always be a click away from bothering you on the regular.
o7, buddy.
57
« on: October 05, 2012, 12:05:26 AM »
The Flash Torch, and the Nova/Krypton Laser, two things found on wickedlasers.com. The Flash Torch is a flashlight that's rays are capable of lighting some things afire. The two lasers are the most poweful legal lasers allowed. They can cut through sheet metal. Alfred, the tiny black physical personification of his imaginary friend. It runs off of solar power, the only gadget he EVER tried to use Solar rays for. Think of an RC car, but instead, it is a tiny box. The Help Reader device. Due to his learning disability, he has trouble reading. Using this, it scans over text, converting it to audio. It has a multitude of different language settings, so it can translate as well. http://awesomeinspiration.net/post/28427510775/help-readers-device-this-device-converts-text-toA bracelet-communicator. He speaks into this in order to speak through Alfred, as the controlling pad used to maneuver him would not take the hardware needed for voice recognition. http://awesomeinspiration.net/post/28427272467/bracelet-phone-concept-phones-are-becoming-very (This COULD, after quite some RP, be converted to use as a radio, but it would take quite some doing to re-configure it.) A broken one of these- http://www.thinkgeek.com/product/beb8/ . I will be doing quite a bit of RP with others in order to try to fix it. That's all, really. For the gadgets.
58
« on: October 04, 2012, 12:52:18 AM »
Sinclair 'Reaver' Williams;
"Freedom hasn't been lost. The will to seek it has. You sit here and tell me that you're hopeless. That you no longer hold hope for the human race. Look deep inside yourself. Freedom resides within the human heart."
"Keep your chins high, and your heads low."
"The question isn't..'Do we have a chance?' The question is, do you have the will to try?"
59
« on: October 03, 2012, 08:48:17 PM »
I should have specified this, but one of the gadgets is a small mobile black box that makes sounds and can use Microsoft Sam to speak from what Glenn says. It is remote controlled, and will be used for fun. This is who he believes is Alfred, his imaginary friend. He has conversations with it randomly, although one sided, since he has to say what Alfred says.
This little bot will be a separate character entirely, and I will use it for fun, and such.
I will expand upon it if needed.
60
« on: October 03, 2012, 03:30:42 PM »
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?: Several Years
Character Section
Authorization(s):
Laptop and Mobile DVD Player-Only plausible way to recharge either would be from a Vort, and they both would end up being over-loaded and stop working.
Advanced skills in Metal-working, welding, engineering and mechanical work.
Autism- Glen suffers from a minor case of Asperger's.
Welding equipment as well as material used in meta-working.
(There might be a thing or two I forgot to type, but it will be in the story.)
Numerous small gadgets, ranging from the Torch Light to the NOVA Laser from wickerlasers.com. he preffered using his enhanced version of the laser to cut metals.
Name: Glenn Moyers
Age: Late twenties-early thirties.
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Birth:It was 1985 when the baby was born. Unfortunately, it was done so prematurely to an unwed teenage mother at the age of fifteen. Due to complications with the birth and the mother's under-developed reproductive organs and small frame, she required a Cesarean Section, which led to her death. Allison Moyers passed away leaving a unhealthy, dying child to the care of interns at Lake West Hospital. The father, a 43 year ld man doing time in prison for the rape that led to Glenn's conception, was in no way legally allowed to even see the child. On of the Scrubs, Morie Castello, was a single mother of a four year old daughter and was actively looking to adopt. After taking care of the legal implications of the birth and contacting close loved ones, she was legally able to take the boy into her care.
Middle School: At the age of thirteen, Glenn was placed in Moritory Middle; a secondary school commended nationally for it's clubs, extra-curricular activities and after-school programs. Although Glenn detested the thought of going to Public School, and would have rather stayed home to be taught , like most kids his age, he wanted a friend. This view was altered drastically half-semester when Glenn was placed into the school's Metal-shop program. In this short period of time, Glenn came to the realization that he not only had an affinity for Metal-working, he excelled in the class! Before long, he held top marks in the class, and stayed after school to participate in extra assignments. This was his first time using welding equipment, and he loved it. If it contained moving parts, he would soon find out how it worked, how to take it apart, and how to put it back together.
High School: In his first year as a Freshman, Glennw as diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, which both explained his obsession with metals and his lack of ability to properly socialize with other children his age. He had, by this time, created a friend for himself, named Alfred. Alfred would do anything Glenn asked, and although he was imaginary, it made him happy. He used Alfred as a crutch, a way to fill the gap that real friends had left there. The second symptom was his self-imposed need to take recluse in a subject that he could pour hundreds of hours into, which ended up being working with metals, and after his freshman year, also engineering. Taking courses ranging from, but not limited to, Vehicular Maintenance and Repair, Commoneer's Engineering and Advanced Mechanical work, he exceeded in all elective classes up to his senior year, however, he let his main courses slip. By the end of his High School years, he had taken nearly every optional class in the mechanical field.
College bound: Glen had, by his second year out of school, been able to construct, wire and program a meriad of silly machines and gadgets around his home. He also became enamored with Spot Welding, and even took an online course in spot-welding armour and weapons. (This was due to his love of Fantasy Video Games, and only did this due to personal interest. He never really used the skill.) Thanks to the internet, several local classes he took, and books that he had read into, as well as Glenn's ever-growing interest in metal-work, he had also learned how to craft and program several simple robotics in his house, two of these being Arm Attachments for his Toaster, which butter bread after catching it, to a pressure-pad under his bed to use so when he lays upon the mattress, his box fan would activate, giving him White Noise so he could sleep. it also sensed movement, so when he fell asleep, it would turn off to allow energy conservation. His skills would only increase when he was accepted to Baldin Wallace University, where he took several pre-requisite classes in his first two years. Accompanied with coursers surrounding advanced metal-work, robotics and Mechanical engineering, he took history classes regarding the Iron Ages as well as the history of metal-working, welding and such. After several more years, he had obtained several degrees, and was on the track to graduate. However, due to his fixation to working with metal, and his lack of the ability to do so during his University days, he dropped out, although he retained plentiful knowledge concerning the field. He took several jobs in the coming years, from a job at a Robotics Research Facility ran out of his neighboring town to a Floor job at Lincoln Electric. This job was heald for several years, and the employees always complained that someone had been swiping materials from the bins, and taking them home...
The Storm:Glen raised a hand to wrap the rough work gloves that entrapped his thick hard fingers around the lever, pulling it down as he watched through the dusty, scuffed view-port. The large rusted meta-caked bucket behind the window tipped on it's side, spilling its contents into the large swirling vat below it.
"There are plenty of things that could be made into, if only I could.."
He shook his head, clearing up his mind as he turned on the heel of his heavy steel-toed work boots, the man shuffled passed the Fillarod Foreman, heading back towards his little cot that he held in his locker-closet, he had about...an hour? He was a heavy sleeper, so he had best be careful. As he slid passed next shift's workforce, he was greeted by several nodding work-man and the occasional, "Hey, Glenn", or "How are the wide and kids, Glenn?" He had neither, so he had no clue what the hell they were talking about. When the dark-haired man arrived at his cot, he flipped into it, slipping almost immediately into sleep.
It's a weird feeling...falling. You feel weight-less. As if you wer-.
Glenn's eyes shot open quickly, snapping his head up, he smacked it onto a large metallic rod. It didn't used to be there...Just before he once again passed out...he could hear the screams..
Breaking news stories, invaders obliterating all in their path...
Those at home not yet struck by each blow huddled together...the world as a whole was waiting for the death they knew would come. Droves of people being abducted and taken away to God knows where....then...silence.
It only took seven hours, you know.
Seven hours to destroy a world-wide civilization that took thousand of years to create.
Glen had found himself in an unforgiving world, and he wasn't exactly sure how he had escaped, or how he had been so lucky as to have been able to grab his things. He quickly left for home, taking a plethora of supplies from work, and loading them into the bed of the modified ATV that he kept in his garage. He stowed many of his belonging into the vehicle, quickly driving it off into the woods after tarping the truck-bed. After several more months, Glenn had arrived at a small run-down, nearly picked-clean town. There was only a small amoutn of things worth taking, some he took that weren't needed, but he wanted. A comprehensive list of what was found; An Alienware laptop containing several games, a CAD program, and Photoshop 2014, along with a portable DVD player, both found in a small boy's room in one of the houses. He also found a lot of Playboy magazines under the bed, but he left them there for obvious reasons. Several walkie-talkies, non-perishable food stuffs and bags were also found.
Loading these into the truck bed as well, and he drove off down the road. That night, he was sure he heard voices.
Glenn awoke at the wheel, quickly, he began his morning drive down the road, keeping to the wood-side to evade detection. After awhile, he noticed several oddly dressed men brandishing large, odd looking weaponry as well as sporting Kevlar vests. He cut the engine, allowing a slow drift into the brush, where he stowed the truck beneath fallen timber, leaves and grass. Off in the distance, there seemed to be a reasonably sized town. Although it was far off, he was sure he could cover the truck, take what he can carry, and walk the rest of the way. He did just this, packing several tools as well as a single radio, the laptop and some of the supplies. After roughly two miles, Glen came upon a small hatchet spliced inside of a fallen tree's trunk. Wrapping his fingers around the handle, he wiggled it, trying to free it from it's wooden vice. That was when he heard the engine. He wheeled around, slinking back in fear as he saw a stripped jeep zip passed him. He was unable to catch sight of the driver, but a panel labeled "Beans" was plastered on the back, where the license plate should be. With a sigh, Glenn released the ax, slinging it, and promptly he would return on his trek. Deciding to follow the path of the jeep, Glen kicked a pebble down the cliffside to his left. Down below, a splash was heard, a bad idea. Immediately following the action, several luminescent white balls of energy zoomed past his head, nearly taking off his head. He took no moment to ponder this, as he sprinted back down the road. After awhile, he heard more gun-shots, this time sounding more familiar. Following the cease of gun-fire, a loud screeching sound echoed through the mountains, as well as thumping sounds. Thankfully for Glenn, he ad arrived at the town mere hours after the last gun-shot. And...after looking at the sign....'Belles' sounded pretty inviting..
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
Passive RP, as well as making Glenn a fun new character who can provide services.
Defects
Autism is the big one here, however, his tools can break, nad it isn't exactly easy to get more.
In order to charge his equipment and the Laptop, he would need a Vortigaunt. And it would need to be done rather often.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Create passive RP for me, and fun RP for everyone else. I can create items for people,as well as play with the few robotics that Glenn brought with him.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
No, only Glenn.
Which server does this apply for?
Outlands
Extra Notes (optional):
Pages: 1 2 3 [4] 5 6 ... 9
|
Garry's Mod
Show Posts
