1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Combine Civil Authority and what lead your character to do so. i wanna join da cca soz i can get da gun and da suit and da mask n shit like dat.
my character wants 2 join for da gun and da suit and da shit like dat as wellz
my character also wants 2 join so dat he can show da big bully at his school whos da boss. dis is relly importnt to him becuz he is soooooo mean
2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy) my character is badass
3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character. i think itll be cool cuz then i am like really awsom. i also think it will be hard cuz of da other bullies dat will try 2 hurt but i use mah gun 2 go BOOM BOOM.
4) Please provide a detailed back-story from an out-of-character perspective on your applying character. This section must be detailed and consist of a minimum of 300 words. my character wuz born in da city. he was relly cool n stuff and gangsta. he always got 2 beat up da police cuz dey were mean n stuff. den he wanted a gun soz he joined da cca and got accepted. so accept dis application pl0x
5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming? If so, explain why it was removed. cuz he a nigger
OOC Details
1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general? like for a looooong time like i dont even remember
2. How long have you played on serious servers? wat do you mean serious
3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming? i play here for a looong time to
4. What Time zone are you in? its 6 right naow
5. In what country do you live? i like live in america
6. How old are you? mom said not to tell da ppl on the internetz but ok
7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience? it wuz on darkrp where i got in like a huge raid on da copps and stuff like dat.
8. Do you consider yourself a good listener? mom said i was
1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain? wat i cant understand wat u said soz
2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations? wat is dat- OHH RATIONS YEAH
3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union? sure cuz i respawn anyway
4. Do you as a Citizen and future Civil Protection Member accept ALL actions performed by you and those under your command as your OWN responsibility? yeah sure
5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live? no i get gun den i rebel do ok
6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority? da gun da suit da shit i get is sooooo cool dat why
Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.
I, mr penis hereby swear my mind, body and soul to the Universal Union forever so long as I draw breath. I do so knowing that my actions will be held accountable to me and solely myself. I also declare my knowledge that as a Member of The Universal Union that I will be required to perform tasks above and beyond as well as perform ANY task ordered to by ANY commanding person(s). I hereby acknowledge the fact that as a Civil Protection Task-force Unit that I will be losing most, if not all, communication and or past relationship with anyone outside of the Universal Union's operational bounds.
This, will be my final post on the Catalyst threads, and no, this is not a goodbye thread at all. But rather a thread stating all of the problems I have found in Catalyst Gaming, and HL2RP. Before I start, I would like to say that this is a MAJOR, flame. So beware, to all of you.
Spoiler for Hiden:
First, let me state that Catalyst Gaming is led on a screwed up system beyond belief. There have been many problems that have been going on SINCE LAST YEAR that have STILL NOT BEEN FIXED. What are these problems? Lets take a trip through them.
Canon, for God's sake, this is HL2RP, not fucking HLMade-upRP. We've gone so far form canon we could call it Cop-in-funny-uniform RP. Why couldn't CG just keep the ORIGONAL cannon for HL2? I mean FFS ITS EVEN IN THE NAME, HL2RP.
Next, is Immersion. We have NONE of it. OOC is filled with total shit, that who the hell cares about? I will once again state its HL2RP, NOT Lets-see-what-shits-in OOC time. Jesus, I join a fucking game just to get spammed by OOC. 'HURP DURP TURN OOC OFF' Well how can I talk to the person I'm RPing with if its needed? What if there is something important I need to hear? This brings me to my next object:
SUGGESTIONS NEVER GET FUCKING DONE. I have an old sugguestion with about 3-4 pages of supports. Its NEVER been done. It was a pretty simple one to, but nobody has taken the time to simply LOOK INTO IT and DO IT. And its not just because mine wasn't, it's been MANY others. Many good ones as well that are just forgotten, ones that people love but never get used.
MINGES, for Christ Sake, they could be TAKEN CARE OF if we just tried harder. Switching up the quiz works, Giving 200-500 hour bans work. Promoting more admins, THAT AREN'T INSTA-DEMOTED FOR SHIT REASONS work.
Lets see... Oh, yeah, BACK TO FUCKING CANON. If you people ACTUALLY TRIED TO TAKE OUT YOUR DAMN REBELS WITH GUNS, WE WOULDN'T HAVE SO MUCH SHIT. AND BY, 'THEM PEOPLE' I MEAN THE DUMBASS ROFLWAFFLE. All he does is SIT ON HIS FAT ASS, AND GAIN UP CASH FROM THESE REBELS BUYING SHIT. Its amazing, how, apparently its OK for Rebels with shotguns and SMG's to be right outside the Nexus, and the CCA do shit. I mean, Have you ever PLAYED HL2 Admins and leaders? The only rebles with even a HANDGUN are in the outlands. GET YOUR CANON RIGHT CATALYST GAMING, OR ALL YOU ARE IS A MONEY TOOL FOR ROFLWAFFLE.
Next on the list... Oh, COMMUNICATION BETWEEN ADMINS. Jesus Christ, there is NONE of that between you. You can't a gree on shit, such as the CCA. These, 'reforms' are no more than fucking name changes and be more citizen-like. Well have you EVER thought about it? Are ANY of the CCA's in HL2 even human at ALL? Yes, I will admit they are, but they aren't shaky-ass retards. I can understnad RCT's, but the combine would be FORCING the CCA to act much more cruel. And thats how it needs to, HL2RP is HL2RP. And none of you can seem to remember that.
Guns, these fucking guns. HOW are these people getting them? They're paying rofl money for them, thats how. And if ROFL GAVE EVEN A FUCK ABOUT HL2RP, HE WOULD NOT ALLOW PEOPLE TO DO THIS. Anybody with a summer job could afford to get this shit, and instead of attacking the REAL problem, we go cry over a HL2RP ban appeal or request. THE PROBLEM ARE THESE V FLAGS, AND IF ANYBODY WASN'T SO AFRAID TO STAND UP AND MOVE FOR THINGS SUCH AS V FLAG REMOVE FOR NON-ADMINS, THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN.
...Sorry for everything above, I'll probbly add on to this in the future. My only request is that this topic to not be deleted/locked. Considering this is a major problem in my view, and that It should be freely discussed in public. Not to be held back by admins.
1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Combine Civil Authority and what lead your character to do so. My character wishes to join the Combine for several reasons. One of these being that during his time in City 5, he had became brainwashed. (Please read the backstory for more detail.) Although just because of this, he still has a free will for himself. Choosing on his own, to join the CCA.
Secondly, my character wishes to join the Civil Authority because he is tired of having to eat these awful citizen rations. Like I have said above, just because he is brainwashed does not me he has opinions. He belives that the Union provides there units much better foods. Not only this, but will be provided a much better living environment to stay in.
Last, my character would like to join the Union because he feels that he needs to pay his debt off. This so called, 'debt' is about how he belives they have changed the world. He believes he owes them a mass ammount for taking care of the human race. Trying to show humanity social stabillity to the earth, ending all wars aginest each other.
2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy) My character can be considered a trustworthy person, as long as he can serve for the Union. Second, my character can be described as human. No, my character is not going to slip on a suit and become robo-cop. He is still a human, and can still make mistakes. Last, my character tries his best to be fair with his punishments. He doesn't randomly kill citizens for fun, and tries his best to avoid becoming that.
3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character. I expect the Combine Civil Authority to be a mixed experience for me and my character. I expect at some times to have some great RP coming from all the work in what happens. Even if it requires a cleaning rag, a mop, or stunstick. As long as it is a good and different type of RP, I would love to do it.
I also expect to have some less than fun tasks to deal with, Out of Character and In Character. One example would be minges. Yes, this is a small OOC reason why I would like to join the CCA as well. To help do my part in helping lower the minge population, although the main reasons are IC. I expect this to be no fun of a task, but a task that comes with the job.
4) Please provide a detailed back-story from an out-of-character perspective on your applying character. This section must be detailed and consist of a minimum of 300 words.
Spoiler for Hiden:
The skies remained there dark, grey color as normal. Nothing but a depressing sight to see every day and every night. It had been a while since Malcolm had seen anything bright or cheery. 'Ever since the sky was torn a new asshole.' He would think to himself. He had just turned 30 a good long time ago, him and his soon-to-be wife going on a special vacation. Enjoying the beautiful sights of Europe. Those wonderful sights have dissapeared after it seemed hell had opened up. Releasing its foul contents apon the earth with such demons also known as the, 'head-humpers'. Malcolm, like many other people, took refuge in millitary-based camps. And nearly everything outside of them would have been over-ran or destoryed by now. So all that was left was here, in this small little camp.
Everybody inside had a task, Malcolm's was easy enough, helping to repair any broken down items. Mostly consisting of going back and forth between the generator, and anything that the guards needed. He enjoyed his task enough, and today was no different. Although, he felt as though somthing bad would happen. He couldn't quite place his finger on what though, it was hard for him to say. It didn't take long for him to realize it, but the Seven-Hour war would begin soon enough.
Malcolm had finally been able to take a break from his work, hoping that he could catch a breath, looking for a convient place to rest. He knew that his quarters wouldn't work, its so full of crying children, parents, and anybody inside. He did eventually find the place, the lounge. Maybe now he would finally be able to finish up anything else he has been doing before. He never felt as though he had the time for anything else other than work, work, work. He noticed there was a small bookshelf over by the left wall, containing inside a small selection of dusty old books. Malcolm found one that seemed appealing enough, sat back. And began to read.
Let me skip ahead to the future events here. The Combine had been able to attack the millitary defense during the Seven Hour war. First starting with dropping canisters all over there walls. The headcrabs attacking aimlessly at the guards. Although this did not do too much damage, the combine took a quick advantage by attacking them from the oppisite side. Quickly destorying through the make-shift defenses, the Combine rushed directly into millitary base, taking down all the guards by suprise. After that had fallen, the rest came the refugees. These, had already been running for there lives from the remaining headcrabs. Soon finding themselves a choice: stay with the headcrabs, or go with the combine. Malcolm had chosen the obvious one, the combine.
By the end of the next week or so, Malcolm hated trains more than anything. He was stuck on one of them for more than four hours. He was so happy to get off - only to find another train waiting for him at the other side. His second ride he has been on for over three hours. 'What takes so long?' Malcolm thought to himself. Studying his environment, he noticed only a few people on board. One being a female sitting beside him. She was about 5'6, brown hair, brown eyes, seemed pretty normal. A few seats down in front of him was a man, having a small grey appearance to his hair. Following with shaved beard, blue eyes, and a scar slicing all the down his cheek. Malcolm began to look down the rest of the train, before hearing the ring of a voice beside him. "Do you know... Where this train is going?" It was the woman beside him, that now didn't seem as much of a woman. She seemed pretty shy, and no more than the age of 21. "Well, uh, not exactly. All I know that its suppose to be the last ride til' the city we're going to." Maclcolm wasn't really sure what the say, he was still in shock from everything thats happened.
* * *
It's been about two months since the arrival at City Five. And Malcolm was standing on thin ice already. He's been a runaway from the City, hiding out on the edges of the Outlands until it would be safe for him to come back. Considering he faced many, many violation aginest the Union. He thought to himself it would be safe to return after a matter of weeks. Although he was wrong, very wrong. He was still at the top of the B.O.L. list, and as soon as he tried to return, he was taken under detainment and directly to the Division Leader that was avalible - NOVA for this instance. The Division Leader, deciding this was a perfect oppertunity, said that any 04's avalible will need to come to the Nexus for a little training. Malcolm, being held captive by at least three units, was scared to death. He knew this was the end for him, wasn't it? There was no way out, and the Union would never forgive him for-
Malcolm was hit in the back of the head with the butt of a handgun. Instantly falling to the floor unconcious, only to find himself awake in the middle of the street. What happened to him, he wasn't sure exactly. All he did was feel the back of his head, finding a bandage tightly wrapped around it. Also feeling gushy texture of the bloodied portions where he was struck. All he could think about where Union-friendly things, he didn't like the feeling of it, all the happiness inside of him. It made him sick, and he couldn't fight that feeling for a good while.
If you couldn't tell, Malcolm had been brainwashed for the only purpose of training a few NOVA units. Sometimes getting brainwashed can have several physcological effects on a person. He was never able to break free of the brainwashed control, and quickly went from Anti-Citizen to a loyaltist. After a couple of weeks, he was transported out of the City - just for good measure to make sure he doesn't change from his loyaltist state. This City, became known as City fourty-Five. Entering this city, he felt as if he had a second change. A second life for him, a new oppertunity to become a loyaltist and help the Union. He had a spark of interest in the Union, knowing that they had, 'fixed' him of his awful ways before. He soon sent in an application in hopes, hopes that he will become just like them. Hoping that doing this, will re-pay his debt to the Union, Dr. Breen, and the combine.
'Another casual day.' Malcolm thought to himself, sluggishly walking down the UCH hallway. Morning was coming soon, and he wanted to watch the sunrise from outside that day. He didn't exactly know why though, but he felt it would be an interesting change in his plans. He slowly took down the stairs one by one, going all the way down to the 1st floor. Opening the double-doors, the reflected sunlight making the Nexus look like heaven. He eventually tugged himself down to the park, laying back on a nice little bench he found. Staring in awe at the sunrise just over the edge of the earth, creeping up like a cat attacking a mouse. He then suddenly realized there was whispering in the dark alleyway behind him. Listening in on the quiet whispers, only to make out a few simple words. "The shipment is in apartment B3, get it."
Malcolm knew it couldn't be Union friendly, sending in a request over what he had just heard. Since his arrival at the City not too long ago, the units had found him as a reliable source of information. Understanding that this was most likely not a fake call from him, they sent in a squad to secure the B3 apartment. Not taking any chances at telling them to open the door, but shooting the lock open and throwing a flashbang inside. Noticing several screams coming out, the first one to clear the room yelled for them all to get on the ground. After everything was cleared, a total of 2 anti-citizens, 2 crates of illegal items, and 1 handgun had been removed. The unit that had origonally responded to Malcolm's call told him thanks for his great work in helping the Union. Malcolm was simply doing what he was suppose to, and got rewarded for it. Thats when he realized that this was the perfect oppertunity to ask for an application to join the Union. The unit replied to him, "Sure, I'll go get one, wait here."
Thats where we are now.
5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming? If so, explain why it was removed. Yes, I have had one before. My character was killed because of IC reasons, resulting in a PK.
OOC Details
1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general? Two years, maybe a little more.
2. How long have you played on serious servers? Two years, maybe a little more.
3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming? Funny, about two years.
4. What Time zone are you in? Central US
5. In what country do you live? U.S.A.
6. How old are you? 16
7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience? Hm, I would have to say it would be on one of my old characters. My old unit (can't even remember my own didgets) helped in a raid when we had the C8 map. The S2M fight we had under-ground was great. We had three anti-citizens down there, one with a shotgun, the others with handguns. The funny thing about it was, one of my characters where staying down there with them.
8. Do you consider yourself a good listener? Yes.
IC Section
Full Name: Malcolm Gates CID: 3644 Age: 31 Gender: Male Height: 5'11 Hair Colour Brown Eye Colour: Brown Sexual Orientation: Straight Weight: 112 lbs. (Mal-nurishment) Mental Distinctions: N/A Mental Defects: N/A Mental Advantages: N/A Notable Qualities: Reported as a reliable source.
1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain? No, I have not.
2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations? Yes.
3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union? Yes.
4. Do you as a Citizen and future Civil Protection Member accept ALL actions performed by you and those under your command as your OWN responsibility? Yes.
5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live? Yes.
6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority? To pay off my debts to the Union for what I owe them. And to try my best to keep the City a safe and secure environment. In my mind, I believe that the Union has done what is best for all of Humanity. Saving us from wars that kill millions. And as long as we may follow what we are suppose to, we, as humans, can accomplish many things.
Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.
I, Malcolm Gates hereby swear my mind, body and soul to the Universal Union forever so long as I draw breath. I do so knowing that my actions will be held accountable to me and solely myself. I also declare my knowledge that as a Member of The Universal Union that I will be required to perform tasks above and beyond as well as perform ANY task ordered to by ANY commanding person(s). I hereby acknowledge the fact that as a Civil Protection Task-force Unit that I will be losing most, if not all, communication and or past relationship with anyone outside of the Universal Union's operational bounds.
Whenever I join the server, I always see somthing into five minutes of the game. Is it the annoying black bars? No. What about citizens running around aimlessly? Nope. What I see in the chatbar is yet another person being PK'ed aimlessly. Just because, 'it was RP'ed correctly.'
PK's shouldn't be handed out for the fact that it was RP'ed properly. But that NLR can't be done. Wait, when was the last time I have even heard the word NLR on the server? I honestly can't remember. But to move back on topic: I would like to see if the server could... Well, experiment. By placing a simple rule in for all of next week:
NO PK'S ALL WEEK
If we simply tried this, what would things be like? Well for one, we would drastically reduce the ammount of raging and Pk appeals. Second, we didn't have to rush to create new characters. Maybe if we just, tried to do what the average HL2RP server does and use NLR. Things would work better?
[OOC NOTICE]: Over-sized pictures are set inside spoilers, just for the sake I don't get yelled at for them.
*A small, red coated diary with a string that keeps it closed shut. Followed by a large U.U. brand in the center.*
*Turning past the cover towards the first page, shows a sketched in picture of a woman. The sketching seems to have an anime-type character with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a brown coat around her.*
*Skipping past the second page, that, is completely blank, brings us to the third. Begining the logging of the diary.*
JANUARY
Today has been a really good day for me so far! For one, I just got myself this diary from a Civil Worker's stand. Even though it really wasn't that good of a deal. Do you know how much they actually costed me for this thing? 20 tokens, just for this small thing! So for now, I don't have much to pay the guy that owns me and Kurt's apartment. I'm suprised at how much of a hardass mean he actually is towards us. But he's probbly the least of my problems. One of the things I don't understand about is, why do I keep thinking about Kurt? Well, maybe he'll just be happy to find out about the apartment himself. Considering I just got it a few days ago and he doesn't even know about it. Will he even like it?
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I showed Kurt the apartment, and he thought it was amazing! He said he loved it, and that it was the sweetest thing a person has ever done for him. I didn't even expect him to be so happy over it, I mean, it was pretty small. But Kurt says its just fine how it is. So anyway, I showed him how the sofa actually turns into a bed when you pull it out, which, I think is a cool thing to have. But the problem is that it takes up nearly 80% of the room. And that isn't really helpful to us.
Spoiler for Hiden:
I feel like I'm inside a closet.
Well, as soon as I pulled it out, Kurt decides to take a giant leap onto the bed. He was probbly exausted from his, 'Work'. That, I have no idea of what he even does. And he won't even tell me about it or when he leaves. Other than randomly dissapearing. So I end up hoping on with him. As I layed down on the bed, Kurt looked over at me in the eyes. And I looked back at him, and for a long paused we just, sat there. Smiling at each other and enjoying the moment. he broke the pause as he leaned in, and gave me a kiss. Then, he leaned over towards my ear and whispered, "This is the nicest thing somebody has done for me. Ever."
// EDIT: I wrote a few things wrong that didn't follow the exact events, well now they're fixed.
Per tutti quelli che sono rimasto della famiglia, che può leggere questo:
Sembra che uno dei miei più cari, e più probabile che il fratello è morto. Non so se posso essere l'unico a sinistra che a tenere la nostra famiglia. Non sono sicuro di cosa fare, forse ho lasciato da terre lontane, se potessi. Ma avrei sicuramente parrocchia?
E io dico in un disperato bisogno, che se uno dei nostri fratelli e sorelle sono ancora là fuori, mi trovi. Sarò dal piccolo negozio dal appartamento. E porta tutto quello che hai, non mi dispiace che ti permette di rimanere qui. Forse un giorno, io porterò la famiglia di nuovo vivo. Ma avremo bisogno, persone che vogliono che si possono trovare! Non potevamo, restano solo gli italiani in questi tempi.
This is just a short rant about the quality of unit's roleplay. There RP abilites and how they act IS SO SADDENING to me now days. I am seeing 02's and 01's running nearly EVERYWHERE they may go. Such as today, I was /me'ing myself opening the door to the UCH (since I like to RP a majority of things I do) and as I do, a unit runs towards me, shoves me out of the way with his stunstick, and runs inside. THIS IS NOT HOW A UNIT SHOULD ACT, NONE-LESS THIS BEING AN 02.
It seems that now days, all citizens are treated as trolls. Though this is far from true, yes, a majority of them are, but being a citizens DOES NOT mean they are just new. It is a fraction just like the CCA and should be taught and treated as such. Not just to be blown away by units, although in the cases that there are trolls, the units try to take them IC. On SEVERAL occasions I have seen Rations closed before I get mine because of trolling idiots. They aren't anti-citizens if ALL THEY DO IS TROLL.
And the worst thing about this is that how units are actually getting this high in rank, and getting away with what they do! I can't give all the blame to the non-HC in this, its just shameful for the CCA in my opinon! And something needs to be done about this mingesticking, lolrunning, failRP, and so on that I have seen.
Edit:
I also have forgotten to discuss about these detainments. I and many others have been isued, oh, maybe just afew cycles? And yet units are too lazy to let us out. So we sit our asses down for an entire hour, complian in OOC, and can't do ANYTHING because it would be D/C'ing to avoid RP. This is TOTAL BS for citizens, JUST because units can not keep up with what they are doing, or even call in a unit to let us out!
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Now I'm going to be as reasonable as possible with all of you, this is not a rant nor is it an angry complaint, but more of a calm opinionated complaint. Now this server is the reason I've got into the whole HL2RP, but I feel as if many of the people in this community do not know how to RP nor how to accept a correct defeat. This is ESPECIALLY in my opinion seen in the units who seem to think because they have a higher power they can do whatever. I've had units use MASS meta gaming against me to kill me or hit me with no IC info. Now some units do indeed an AMAZING job, but the majority are not like this. I feel as if admins who are especially units abuse there actions as times as well. Making a /me of you running away will get you kicked even though it was in character. Some people make it seem as if people can't get away if they try. It can PHYSICALLY be done, it's been proved many, many times.
This is also true about Metagaming, it needs to stop in units. Right. Now. There is no reason that a unit can simply take OOC info and magically know about who, where, and why a person did somthing and go get them for it.
Steam Name: [CG] NOTHING Age: 16 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Ever since I started playing Garrys Mod. (2 years and a bit more.) How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2 years.
Character Section
Authorization(s): -A character with advanced knowings in musical techniques and making. (A character that can play a shit-load of instruments and make music.)
Name: Jacob Martinson Age: 34 Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. Jacob Martinson was rather not an ordinary boy, though a very talented child indeed. Jacob was born by the mother and father of the Martinson's - a wealthy family that lived as the owner of Martinson inc. A corperation that designed musical instruments and items of such nature. And naturally Jacob began to branch off with his talent of music. But this perk did not come with its own failures. It seemed Jacob had a light speech disability, studdering occasionally and such. He often remained isolated from the outside world, and his parents where too, 'busy' to help him.
By the age of 14, jacob had began to write his own pieces, soon joining in a local orchestra group (That, was sponsored by his parents.) and inclining in his skill through this. He began to impress many musical directors, starting to branch off a short branch into his life. By the age of 19 he went bigger, working into greater pieces and more well-known groups. He was in deep love - with music, that is. And started to become well known. But as soon as he became good, he fell into a pit of his life. His recordings soon stopped selling, he was soon fired from his job. Stooping to a lower position as a music teacher in a local Middle school.
"Y-Yes, Mom. I could, uh, actually get a, uh, good shot at t-this." "Well... Alright, fine. We will get you the money, but promise me that this will be worth it." Jacob hanged up the phone, over-joyed with the idea of working in one of his life dreams. he was offered a special position in Germany not too long ago, and all he had to do was pay his way. He thought this could be his actual chance at something, he could become a star in his mind. And all he needed was this one chance, and he had it.
Jacob looked out the plane, over-looking at the dark skies above. Wondering about the weather, he found himself only feeling more sick to his stomach about this plane. He remembered too late how much he hated planes from when he was a kid, going on vacation with his parents. Suddenly, he was amazed at what he saw, out the window - a swifting portal-like movement. Was it a tornado? No, it couldn't be, they don't have those in Europe like at home. A hurricane? No... He suddenly felt the jet stumble in turbulance, seeing the clouds shift in an un-holy way. Suddenly feeling even worse to his stomach.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks +The ability to understand and write music. +Play many instruments, if given the chance.
Defects -An anti-social character. -A minor speech defect.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I plan on RPing an anti-social character that knows little about making friends, and creating musical pieces in his time. Possibly leading to some good RP. (This is just his personality, but I thought it would be best to make an auth. over it.)
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 can't remember when I started my RP. So I can't really give reliable info on that.
(This is just a quick guide to how to properly use the two types of actions. I see many people failing at /me's 80% of the time, so this is for them.)
/ME'S
What are /me's for exactly? The point of /me's is to descibe an action of what you are doing. So first, let us start with a basic /me...
* [CG] NOTHING - The Pimp of LUE starts up stairs
Ok, for one, /me's should always be written as if it where a script. Ok, so lets fix how it looks like a caveman wrote this and make it look better...
* [CG] NOTHING - The Pimp of LUE starts up the stairs.
Ok, now we have it where it is at least proper, but /me's need to be desciptive. They should show more of what you are doing rather than the bare-basic. Now with this, lets look at what we have now.
* [CG] NOTHING - The Pimp of LUE walks towards the UCH staircase, hesitantly starting up the stairway.
Now congratz, you have just made a proper /me. Now all you have left is a million more and you can be a good roleplayer!
/IT'S
/it's are suppose to show things nobody else controls, but descibes much more, for example...
/it the mayn has a large cut
Well just as above, we aren't retarted cavemen, use correct puncuation and full stops!!
/it The man has a large cut.
Ok, now that we got that out of the way, we need to add a bit more of description to this. For one, I don't think saying, "The man has a large cut" will make people think, "Such a good roleplayer!" yeah- no. So lets add a bit more to this...
/it The man appears to have a large cut over his leg.
Now, this may seem ok, but it still is missing more description. So lets add a little more zest.
/it The man appears to have a large cut covering his leg, blood tripping down as he yelps out.
In some of the apartments, if you look out the window, you can clearly see past the S6 tunnel and outside the skybox. Though this could simply be fixed by adding an actual building right in that spot.
Steam Name: NOTHING Age: 16 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Not sure. somewhere between 1 1/2 - 2 years. How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: A little more than a year.
Character Section
Authorization(s): A. Civil Worker living in the outlands. B. 1 CWU bag C. 1 UU noodles D. 2 CWU lemonaids E. 2 UU Bandages
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Spoiler for Hiden:
The sun began to set, the large decaying buildings gleaming in the light. Small posters scattered the dead-quiet streets, labeled, "City 39" on them. Suddenly, the dead silence was broke, a gunshot ringing into the near-by listeners ears. Blood creeped apon the sidewalk, a dead body laying in a puddle of blood. It was a clean shot to the head - no time to scream. The others on there knees, trembling in fear, waiting for there fate.
On that day in City 39, exactly 14 citizens where killed that day, possibly traced to a resistance group known as the, 'Black Eagles'. Though 15 where killed - one of these killed being a Civil Worker. This Civil Worker's name was John Burnington, a nice person really. He had been caught up in a set-up - origonally planned to cause an innocent Civil Worker to be captured. But the plan failed, and the CCA coming to belief the Worker was apart of this deadened resistance movement.
She was quickly led outside by force, the units bringing her towards the bloody sidewalk. The sun had inched down since the gunfire, but you could still see there faces. Some of them - having beaten bags of bone already, where a horribly sight. A unit with several high-ranking armbands ordered, "Worker, carry these bodies to the Nexus, and we expect you done in 15 minutes." All the woman did was nod, quickly scampering towards the citizen's bodies. She picked the first one up, trying to not make eye contact with the decaying corpse. The body soon scraping along the road as she dragged its head up to the Nexus stairs. She turned, hesitantly walking on to the the second body as the unit laughed in entertainment.
She cleared about 6 bodies before she began to feel exhausted, and sick at the same time. She made her way to the 7th body as the unit muttered out, "Hurry it up, Worker!" His tone rang out on the still empty streets - most of the citizens feared to still come out. Thats when she made eye contact with the second white jacket she had seen - the body of a Civil Worker. She blinked, fearing the worst, she looked up at the face of the Civil Worker. Identifying whatever bits where still in-tact, she sniffled, dropping down to the body. She whispered out, "J-John?" She fell to his body, started to softly cry, the unit taking notice. "What are you doing, worker! Get up!" She started to cry out louder, saying to the lifeless body, "Oh God, J-John! They killed you!" The unit moved over, bringing his boot up, swinging into her side, a loud yelp coming out from the worker. She flew over, her back slamming into the sidewalk as the pain flew up her side. The unit edged over, kicking her in the side again as the worker continued to tear-up. She yelled this time, the force of the Unit's boot making her turn on her stomach. She gripped her sides, the pain stinging like thousands of needles at once. "Did I studder worker? Get up!" She couldn't pull herself up, gasping for air from her burning sides. The unit mumbled, grabbing the worker and forcing her up. The worker yelped softly in suprise, the unit saying, "Clean these bodies! Final warning!" She weakly choked out, "I-I can't-" The unit then brought there boot up once more, landing a hard kick directly into her stomach. The pain was unbrearable as it flew up her body, she fell to the ground with a thud, yelling out as more tears came. The unit then reported over his radio, "Worker not compying, 11-99 10-20 Foto Store #2."
Katherine and John both knew each other well even before there jobs as Civil Workers, being assigned to the same apartment after there transportation to City 39. They began to share there stories during the pre-war, begining to know each other well - yet staying loyal to the Union. After some time, John joined the Civil Workers, telling Katherine how great it was, she soon also joined. They continued to enjoy both of there company, until the fateful day of this event.
The lights hummed as there faint blue look filled the room, Katherine sitting in the small red chair. She looked around in the small room - half terrified and half sad. She still couldn't believe they killed John, "He couldn't have done anything!" she thought. Hands shaking as the combine door flew open, the whirling sound following. A unit soon appeared, wearing a dark trench coat and an AR2 on his back. He walked up to the chair, saying in the augmented voice, "Why did you not comply Worker." She still felt the burning pain all in her body, making it still harder to breathe. "I couldn't, he just kicked my sides a-" "I don't care if he did!" the unit yelled out. She sunk into her chair, silence filling the room as she trembled. "Why did you not comply!" She couldn't take it, she had to say back, "Why did you kill John! Why!" The unit brought his foot up, squeezing it down on her foot. Though it wouldn't be all of his strength, it still burned into her foot, the squeezing pressure aginest her toes hurt crazily. "Who is this, John? The worker?" She whispered out in a high-pitched tone, "Y-Yes." The unit took his foot off hers, the feeling in her toes relaxing. The unit then pulling out a scalpel from his belt - he was a NOVA unit. He brought it to her face, Coming up to her once more. She felt it cut aginest her cheek lightly, blood trinkling out. "We lost two units today because of these anti-citizens, and all you care about is this Worker?" He grabbed her with his second hand by the throat, she choked out. The pain burning in her face and neck as he cut into her cheek a little more, "Where you commiting PDA with this John?" She gasped for breath once more, the unit cutting even deeper into her cheek, blood slowly oozing out. She closed her eyes, pain flying crazily through her face. "Answer me Worker!" She couldn't take the pain, bursting it out in one stroke of air, "Yes!" The unit paused, then slashed through her cheek, cutting into the skin on her cheek, leaving a large ghastly cut across it, she yelled out as the unit did this, blood streaming out. She wanted to try and stop the bleeding, her hands trying to escape the ties in her arms. She had never seen the units like this, there evilness inside them. But it was not the end for her, the unit soon turned, talking into the radio. "Are any units requiring torture training of any kind?"
She fell onto the hard sidewalk, the unit behind her shoving her out. She felt the pain through her entire body as fresh cuts lined her face and body. She was, under orders, to be re-educated through torture pratice for 04's taking classes. She laid there on the sidewalk, her armband being replaced with a Tier-3 instead of her Tier-2 ranking. She moaned out, looking up at the darkened skies. She felt so scared, lonely, and sad at the same time. She wanted to cry - but she couldn't. She watched the unit leave into the Nexus, feeling a sudden wave of anger. Anger towards the Union. How could they do this to her? To John? Why? She was deep in thoughs as she forced her beaten and cut body up off the sidewalk. She was on her knees when she saw a hand come down to her, "Here, let me help you up." a deep voice rang. She slowly accepted the person's hand, standing. "I uh, saw what happened from the UCH... And, I was afraid that you where in trouble." She tried to focus on who it was that was speaking, only to find the figure of a male citizen. "Thats kind of you... I-I guess." She sniffed, still shaking as she crossed her soar arams. "I can't take it." She stubbornly said out loud. "Take what?" "Everything, t-the CCA. Why did they do this to me?" "I can't help you there, there isn't a way to understand there ways. Mostly its just violence though. But, if you would like..." "What?" She rang out. "I can, uh... Take you... To the, other district..." Suprised to hear this, she looked around, before soon reply in a hushed tone, "But its not allowed, the Union-" "The Union just beat you, now I can take you and help you, or not." She thought for a moment, her brain not thinking properly still, she studdered out, "...I-I guess."
The dark room filled with several boxes, a small table and a few chairs aligned opposite of the door. No windows in it, the only light a few dim light bulbs from the roof. Katherine's mind was bogged down from no sleep, grief, and pain still in her body. She looked over, looking at the man she had met just several hours ago. Bringing a roll of bandages and wrapping it around the several cuts on her arm. She found out his name was Kevin, actually. Kevin explained about how his Wife and soon newborn son where killed after the Seven-hour war. "I never accepted the combine or there ruling." He would say. "There, I think that should do it." He looked up at Katherine, trying to smile. She replied to him weakly, "T-Thanks, Kevin." "No problem." She sighed, turning away for a moment before saying weakly, "I was thinking... Did you ever think about, getting out of the city?" Kevin blinked, looking at her suprised, "Uhm, Yes... Why do you ask?" "I was thinking... Nevermind." She quickly tried to shake the thought away, but Kevin replied, "You wanted to go there? Its dangerous-" "I know, and this would be rather sudden, but I'm not sure if I could go back into Sector Nine. (Sector Nine is the Plaza area.) "I was thinking about it, myself... I just never had a person to go with me." Kevin said with a sigh. "I...Might..."
The conversation continued onword, the night dreading until dawn rose. By then, Katherine and Kevin decided that it may be best - considering if they did not, they may sweep Sector Eight to attempt to find Katherine. They both waited until night - getting as much sleep as the can before they leave. And by mid-night, they where off. Though something tragic happened during there runaway scrape to the outlands - Katherine was caught off-guard by a headcrab as they crawled through the canals, it began to leap towards her. But Kevin attempted to shove her back - the headcrab catching him instead. It soon jammed its claws into his body, sucking into his head. He tried to yell out, "Go! Go!" The whole thing began to awake two other zombies, soon sprouting up from the floor. Katherine, terrified and in fear, ran as fast as she could, stumbling through the canal system. She soon found herself in total darkness, scampering through the pipes, soon finding a large bay area. She fell into the water under the pipes, looking up at her surroundings.
Several old notes and posters ligned the walls - a few saying things like, "Outpost station - Sewerage Treatment" And the most simple of them, "RESIST." A few loose brick followed the dull grey walls, the darkness filling in the small area. She looked through it, un-sure what to do next, she sat agienst the wall. Closing her eyes, sighing deeply.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks +This will add on to an interesting side of roleplay for outlands, giving a feel of seperation and sudden impact from loyaltist to resistance.
Defects (None I can think of, this only has one perk honestly - good RP possibilites.)
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I plan on using them to create mixed roleplay possibilites. The idea of seperation and the un-knowing of what possibly things could be like in the outlands.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) None.
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional): I am un-sure if this follows under the rule of no CCA/combine things. Since this is neither of these but CWU.
OK, I would like to ask why when I got on today, rations where canceled because of minges minging. Now, why would you do that? Are we suppose to let MINGES control us? If a minge said, "lol i kill u all" and a unit heard it, would we go into lockdown? Considering that we hardly EVER have rations, and I just LOST it to minges. It pisses me off a little.
Elizabeth Jane Clover's Civil Authority Application
OOC Name: --{NOTHING}--
IC Character Name: Elizabeth Jane Clover
1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Combine Civil Authority and what lead your character to do so. My character, Elizabeth Clover, wishes to join the C.C.A. for several%2
Steam Name: --[NOTHING]-- Age: 16 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Two-ish years. How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: A little less then a year... Hard to remember. Character Section
Authorization(s): One 2 1/2ft. lead pipe, minimal rust. And one leather rifle strap in poor condition.
Name: Adolf Steinlin Age: 26 Gender: Male Affiliation: Anti-Citizen
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Spoiler for Hiden:
Adolf Steinling origonally was transported to City 09 from his hometown of Munich, Germany. He soon began to adapt to the City envirment, learning the ways of the combine, soon forgetting about past life and following into loyaltist ways. By this time he had also had earned a top floor apartment with its own television - a rare thing that only loyaltist had recieved in City 09. But, one day he met a girl by the name, Alexandra. He soon had fallen in love - to an extent, of course. But, just as things seemed perfect, things turned to a bad side. The fall of City 09 soon came, a horde of rebels called the, "Freiheit Krieger" attacked aginest the town, causing the downfall. People fled in terror as units where fighting just to stay alive. Although in it all Adolf met a man named Viktor helped him out, being able to escape the mass of the city during this time, was lead to hiding. Both of them knowing any kind of sign they where there would lead to death. After a wait of time, they both snuck into a transport, secretly boarding one of the many trains leaving the city. But, before you could leave, he asked one of the units, "Kennen Sie jemanden mit dem Namen Alexandra?" Where, the units didn't mind the German language, had told him that anybody that Alexandra, was dead. He had then known it wasn't the anti-citizens that killed her, but the units.
He grudgily left the train and into City45. He hated the Union, he hated the combine, he hated everything about them, he looked up at the burning sun as he left the station. He had been on that train for the entire night, riding to C45. He was in a totally different area, a new place he had never been before. Though, as the weeks went by, he had made new friends, there names where John Florence and Jill Savior. He had soon learned of, "Secret tunnels" Leading outside into Sector Six. The three decided to leave the city, being able to live care-free of the combine. And, they soon made there way to the secret tunnels, climbing down the ladder, Adolf had one of those, "What in the hell am I doing?" moments, but continued. Reaching the bottom, John turned on his light, keeping close to Jill. They all three walked down slowly through the tunnels. "When I get there, I'm gonna break every damn combine law I can, you with Adolf?" Adolf replied, "Yeah, sure." Adolf knows English, he just isn't the best with it. Suddenly, they could hear a faint rumbling, Jill said quietly, "What was that?!" Then they all heard the vo-coders going off, they ran as fast as the could. Trampling through the dark waters, hearing the units close behind them.Soon gunshots sparked off, shooting crazily towards them, Jill went down with a scream, John yelling, "GO! WE'LL MEET YOU!" Adolf didn'tbother to stop, he kept running, and not looking back, feeling bullets whizzing by him. He jumped up to a near-by platform giving light off, noticing a small sewer pipe, jumping through it. The gunshots stopped, and everything was quiet.
Adolf weakly climbed a rusty ladder, he had to continue forth in the dark for over an hour, and he finally found a latter. He knew they where both dead, it made him feel horrible for not stopping, but he knew he would be dead or soon dead if he did. He forced himself to the top, exausted from the mal-nurishment. But he forced himself to stand, looking out towards the light, the bright, burning light. He slowly made himself to the pipes on the sewerage, he slipped right through it, looking at the vast area. He knew he was still in C45, the posters showed that. He started walking towards a far-off ladder, telling it lead up-word. He felt so happy on the inside, no more units to beat him around, no more combine laws! He was so happy to make it, but thats when it happened - Something jumped on his back, making him fall streight foward, he heard its scream, it was a headcrab. He felt it claw into his skin, he screamed out, trying to turn over, it simply crawled to his head, making its way. He knew he had to act fast, he looked quickly under a few concrete sewerage pipes, noticing a shiny object, he grabbed it, but the headcrab came to his face, but he was in luck, he smashed it away before it could grab to his head. It flied off, screaching. He stood quickly, and just as quickly it recovered. He smashed wildily at it again, missing. It jumped at him, barely missing. Finally he was able to get his bearings and smash the headcrab, one final scream before its yellow blood gushed out. He looked at the lead pipe, it had no rust on it, and it even gleamed in the sunlight. He then noticed there was a hunk of leather sitting by not too far away in a plie of junk, he walked towards it, examining it, noticing that it was actaully the kind of strap used for a rifle. He smiled, knowing he found himself a weapon and holder.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks +With its near-rustless condition, its a perfect weapon. +A point near the end where it is narrowed, making a good grip. +Great for smashing and bashing not just skulls but boxes.
Defects
-The lead pipe is heavy, and even with a leather strap it extremely limits how fast he can run or how long he can run. -The strap can easily break apart in its cheap condition. -It takes a long ammount of time to ready the lead pipe again once swinging, leaving him open to be attacked. -The lead pipe can dent, causing it to eventually have loss in usefullness.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I plan on using this as a roleplaying tool in Sector Six. As though it will lead to some nice RP. Not to go, "lol i have da weapon fear me." Because, inside, my character would still be afraid to attack anybody.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No
Extra Notes (optional): I actually, did, find a lead pipe ICly just laying on the ground in Sector Six, not my prop or anything. So, this isn't just an ass-pull but more of just to make things offical.
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