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nice art
and mmm them zombie tits
i can do some spriting (as can yak), but art in general isnt my strong point
pls gibe tips

why are you into insanity/deformed things
am curious
good drawings anyway

Could you make gramps a sand nigger?

Hello?

Would you like to bang k?

<3

no

hi

yes pls

<3 u too bb

why are you so full of energy??

(Elions had a good idea, so I decided to do the same thing. Auth apps, along with CWU apps aren't getting checked from what I've seen.)
Player Section

Steam Name: Vegas
Age: 15
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): ~5 years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: ~4 years

Character Section

Authorization(s): Cane blade. (twist the handle, sword comes out of the tip)
Golden ring.

Name: Colombo Beniamino
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Slums/Rebellion

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. Born in Sicily, 1962, Colombo Beniamino was your average child. He was birthed into a relatively high-class family, due to their connections to the Mafia. Strange men would come by periodically, dropping off packages. His parents would leave without notice, and come back weeks later.
They lived in a mansion, as this was promptly after the 'economic miracle'. His grandfather, however, was Colombo's favorite. He would always show him his collections of odds and ends, including antiques from the wars. His grandfather always had a cane leaning against the wall whenever Colombo came over, which was oddly never used.

One day, as he was over at his grandparent's house, his grandfather had to go check on something outside. As soon as he was out of the door, Colombo went over to the cane leaning on the wall. Being a curious teenager, he picked it up and inspected it. It was in perfect condition, obviously the wood was being polished periodically. The handle seemed oddly detached, seperated from the rest by a brass band. He grabbed the handle and felt it spin a little bit in his hand. A glint of metal flashed in the corner of his eye. He looked down, and the tip of a knife was coming out of the bottom of the cane. He slowly twisted the handle, curious. As he did, the knife slowly evolved into something more - A sword. He heard a noise, and tilted his head up. The doorknob was turning. He quickly spun the handle the other way, and set it up on the wall the best he could. His grandfather walked back into the room, and, fortunately, didn't notice anything.

6 years later, Colombo is working the cash register at a corner store. An odd man stalks in, a hat pulled over his eyes, wearing a suit. He approaches the register instantly, not pausing to grab anything. He knocks on the counter twice, a hollow sound resonating. Colombo looks at the man, and tilts his head slightly. The man begins to talk;
"You're Mr. Beniamino?"
"Yes, I am. Who are you?"
"I'm a... friend, of your grandfather, Domenico. He has recently passed and has some items for you. Come to the docks by 7. Don't be late."
The man knocks on the counter again, and leaves without giving Colombo time to speak.

After clocking out of his shift at 6:30, Colombo begins walking down the streets to the docks. The sun is setting, and the streets are relatively empty. It's late November, a sharp chill putting the hair on Colombo's neck up. After he finally arrives at the docks, at 6:50, the sun has completely set. There are two men wearing hats over their eyes wearing suits, and another man wearing a suit. They all have gloves and dress shoes. The man without a hat has gray hair, and leaning on a cane.
Colombo glances between the men. One of the men wearing a hat pulls a bag off of his back. He tosses it in front of the gray haired man.
"Come here." the gray haired man says.
Colombo slowly steps forward, his shoes clapping against the cobbled floor. The man gets on one knee, opening the bag. He pulls out three items; a spotless golden ring, a box, and finally; the cane that used to lean against his grandfather's wall.

Colombo's eyes widen a little bit as he recognizes the cane. The man extends his arm, the ring atop the box. Colombo grabs the box, his hands shaking slightly. He then grabs the cane.
"He also had a message for you." the gray haired man says to Colombo.
"What is the message?"
"Don't forget who you are."
The three men spin on their heels, walking away, their dress shoes loudly slapping the cobblestones.
Twenty years later, Colombo is sitting in his mansion that he bought with half of his inheritance in Kiev, Ukraine just recently. He has yet to find a wife, living alone. He idly spins in his office chair, contemplating all of the events of his life when an abruptly loud bang is heard outside. He rockets to his feet, stepping over to the blinds. He pulls it open, glancing outside. A portal is being ripped into the skies, dropships coming down. A gunship comes out of the skies, and it begins blowing rooves off of houses. Ropes appear to be coming down from the dropships, shapes sliding down them.

Colombo swears, spinning on his heel. He paces across the hardwood floor, arriving at his closet. He opens the door, reaching to the top shelf. He grabs his grandfather's cane and a shovel, hurrying to his yard. He begins rapidly digging, glancing about. The portals are far enough away that he has time. He speeds up the digging, until he has a hole about five feet deep. He shoves the cane in, its perfect condition being tarnished by the dirt, and he buries it. The portals are practically right above him now. He hurls the shovel as far as he can, landing across the street. He sprints around to his back yard, hiding underneath his deck. He shelters his head, curling up into a ball and being as silent as he can.

It's almost a day later, Colombo still hiding underneath the deck. He crawls forward, peering his head around. There is noone in sight, the streets spattered with blood. He crawls out and around his house, glancing around. Everywhere seems to be empty. He looks up now, and sees a spire being formed in the distance. It seems to symbolize a city of some sort. He crawls over to his front yard. The shovel is still there, across the street. He walks over to it, more confident now. He grabs it, walking back to his yard. He begins digging where he buried the cane, reaching down. He pulls it out, shaking loose dirt off of it. He begins going towards the city, not ten miles away.As he draws near, he notices a canal system leading towards the city. It seems mostly dried up. Seeing low ground as probably more safe, he enters the canals.

After following the canals, he ends up in the entry to the 'slums' of the city. He walks in, looking about. There seems to be noone about, most of them probably hiding in their homes. He decides to play it safe, seeing as whatever made this city has either captured or killed everybody. He walks forward, and notices an alleyway. He hobbles over to it, slowly entering. As he nears the end of the alley, he notices that it's empty. He decides that this is a good spot, laying it down in the corner, pulling some cardboard over it. Colombo then leaves the alleyway, deciding to turn himself in.
Colombo leaves the slums, walking out into the heart of the city. A towering man wearing a mask stops him.
"Citizen, apply."
"Apply? What does that mean?"
"Name and citizen identification digits. State them."
"Err.. Colombo Beniamino. What are citizen identification digits?"
"You have not been given an identification card? Follow me, ciizen."
He follows the man, as he leads him to the Nexus. He is then handed his card, and shoved back out into the streets.
Colombo quickly returns to the slums, going back to the same alleyway that he hid the cane in. He had hidden the gold ring in his pocket, so he pulled it out and put it on. He walked over to his cane, pulling the cardboard off of it. He picked it up, and set out of the alleyway to explore what the city held in store for him.


What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
+Weapon to fight with
+Backstory
+Utility as a blade
-Ring might get stolen
-Mechanism could get stuck.
-Blade would require maintance


What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I plan to defend the bar that my character runs, as well as use it to create passive roleplay while keeping the blade in good condition.


Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No.


Extra Notes (optional): N/A

Justin Waller's Metropolice Force Application

OOC Name: Vegas

IC Character Name: Justin Waller

1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Metropolice Force and what lead your character to do so.
My character would enjoy joining the Metro Police Force for multiple reasons. One of these reasons is he has respected police officers and those with authority all his life, and wants to be like them. He has always respected the strict ones, and felt that the kind ones were weak.

Another reason would be because he believes that they are required for the city to survive. He believes that there are those out there that must be purged, in order for the others to live. He believes that they are required for the sociostability to be upheld, and order to be kept.

Finally, he wishes to join the MPF for the supplies. The food and the shelter, as well as the money. He wants to be able to supply for himself, instead of relying on others. He doesn't want to be a freeloader, and wants to do something to help.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
 He is loyal to his cause, and can be trusted to keep a secret. He's relatively accurate with a gun, however these skills must be revived via training.

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
 I believe it will be a learning experience for my character. I think it will be this way because he will learn how cruel the world actually is, and how in order to get to the top it involves stepping on some people. How only the strong survive, and the meek shall be culled.

I think for me it will be enjoyable, as I always liked playing an MPF character. It should be a memorable experience, and cause some fun times. I hope to get some fun scenarios out of it.

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.
Born in Louisiana, Justin Waller was a slightly violent child. With two siblings, one older, one younger, he was the middle child. He typically picked on the younger one, while the older one picked on Justin.

Justin picked on the younger kids in middle school, however this was quickly stopped by the school principle. The principle was a man, tall and broad shouldered. He'd talk down to the children, which scared Justin. He respected the principle, and did not want to disappoint him. For this reason, he stopped picking on the other children.

Six years later, Justin Waller is 19. He has moved to Ukraine, and is working the corner-store. He's restocking the shelves when he suddenly hears a massive bang outside, the windows shaking in the walls. Justin stands up, walking over to the window. He looks outside, noticing massive portals ripping open in the sky. Gunships and dropships pour out from the portals, the roofs being blown off of houses. A dropship lands directly over the corner-store, a masked soldier rappeling down a rope from the dropship. The unit looks into the store, at Justin. Justin begins rapidly backpedaling, backing up into a corner, beginning to hyperventilate. The unit kicks in the window, approaching him. He's towering over him, when suddenly the world goes black.

Justin awakes in a trainstation in an unknown world known as City 18. He walks outside, looking down the long, artificial, cobble streets. After walking around for a small amount of time, he begins to notice masked people walking around, bearing metal rods hooked up to electrodes. They look intimidating, bearing over most citizens. Soon enough, Justin finds himself in the nexus lobby, applying to join these masked men.

5) Have you ever had a MPF character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
Yes, it was removed for inactivity/the hl2rp server went down.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
~5 years

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
~4 years

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
~2 years

4. What Time zone are you in?
-8 GMT

5. In what country do you live?
USA

6. How old are you?
15

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
 Hard to recall, it would probably be a time around 3 years ago on a phase four server, when my character went mad in a padded white room, scratching away at his own skin.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
Yes, I do.

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IC Section

Full Name: Justin Waller
CID: 80731
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Hair Colour Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 142
Mental Distinctions: Serious, doesn't take kindly to jokes.
Mental Defects: Standard, not unique.
Mental Advantages: Loyal, respectful.
Notable Qualities: Relatively strong.


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, I do.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
Yes, I am.

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, I do.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
Yes, I shall.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
So that I may support this city, and command respect from civilians. So that I may be fed and sheltered, and so that I may fend for myself instead of being a freeloader.


Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.

^is a nerd you should do gramps first