OOC:

Only obtainable by searching 999's immediate person, or killing him.

IC:

**The entries appear to be written in a black pen, the small hardback book with hand written entries on each page.

Entry #001, 5/7/2016

Seems I'm on track to joining ZEALOT. They said to write my logs from now on with a paper and pen - Otherwise any HC Unit can delve into my privacy and read into my day to day thoughts on life. They also said that deleting them wouldn't do any good because backups are automatically made. Seems pretty shitty to me. But it's the same thing now - Only I'm writing and not typing. I was hit with a fragmentation grenade today, and I'm unfortunately left to hobble around with a limp until it's fully healed.

They brought up something I wrote in my last log - I'd written jokingly that 899 was a smug bastard... I hope he didn't take offense to it. He's saved my ass so many times I'm lucky to have him as a friend. First day on trial as a ZEALOT Unit. Life is good. From what I understand, it's a huge vouch from some of the other ZEALOT members that I'm even being considered, since their selection pool is extremely small, and I'm still an 04.

Caught Turious Whatever-the-fuck his name is, with a shit load of contraband and trying to get a business permit even after 717 warned him that if he kept trying to open that pawn shop of his that he'd kill him. I don't think I'll be seeing him around again. Not that I want to.

That German girl, I got her name today. Nina. She's cute, and she flirts with me a lot, and I don't seem to get yelled at for talking to citizens when I'm supposed to be on patrol all of a sudden, now that I'm wearing a ZEALOT Armband.. Do they know more about my future directive than I do? Who knows. I'm just happy right now. I'm alive, even after getting shot, hit with a fragmentation grenade, and my rib being fractured. Reminds me of one of my favorite songs, before the combine invasion. Wish I could listen to it now. I miss music.

Might try the whole non-mechanical-reproductive thing with Nina if she gives me the chance, heh. 'Ts sorta like playing with fire though, might come back to burn me in the end. Got to fuck around with some whore who was trying to get Units at the HAP to UPA with her.
Pulled my MP7 out, walked towards her and started playing with the trigger, pulling it back a bit, and letting it spring forward to make a clicking noise. I told her she had 10 clicks to get the hell away from the HAP, and just started limping after her, playing with the trigger. She ran and hid in the UCH, funniest thing I've done all week.

UNIT: 999
DIVISION: JURY
CLEARANCE: Recruit


New Log Opened:

<::|| First day on the job. Clothes are stuffy. They seem sturdy though. Heavy. I assume that feeling will pass once I have actual nutrition. Writing this from a combine terminal. Basically the alien equivalent of a personal computer. Only I have a feeling this thing could crunch about 100 times the data one of ours could. Can't take a look at it though. Not allowed.

It seems that I will have to be waiting until I am an '03', to be transferred to their engineering department, VICE. It's okay enough, I suppose. I've spent years waiting for this, so a few weeks or so won't hurt me any. They've outfitted me with what they nickname a "Stunstick". I imagine it's uses are exactly the way they sound. Doesn't look human in origin. It's powerful enough to resonate light through the air with how much electricity is running through it. How they've managed to make a battery powerful enough, but compact enough to power this thing without an external source is mindboggling. I'll have to dissassemble mine once I'm VICE and I have clearance to find out. The mysteries the combine have in store are as many as they are wonderful it seems.

Fun fact, did you know a 9x19mm parabellum round travels at about 1100 feet per second? Standard issue rounds seem to be semi-jacketed, effective against soft targets, probably couldn't punch through higher grade bodyarmors though. That's okay. I don't have a sidearm issued yet. Glad they gave me a box of rounds though. Gives me something to do to pass the time. Wonder if making pyramids with issued rounds is a violation of some protocol or another? Probably is. Can't wait to look at some of their Combine weaponry though. Betting that they're at least 3 times as efficient as their human equivalencies. Who knows, maybe I can find ways of improving them?

Actually, that was a stupid thought. Most advanced alien race ever known in history, and I'm going to show them a thing or two? Yep, sounds plausible. Unit 999, signing off.||::>

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James McKinnley's Civil Authority Application

OOC Name: Sheo

IC Character Name: James McKinnley

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.
First off, I'd like to begin by saying I do not meet the requirement of having been here for two weeks. I'd like to be honest about that, but please don't stop here, I'd like to prove to you why I'm fit for CCA, because I truly believe I am, and that I could provide a beneficial role as a Civil Protection Unit.

EDIT: As stated before, my post count IS bugged, if someone could aid me in fixing it that'd be appreciated.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
James' McKinnley is a complex person. He's hotheaded when confronted, yet calm and collected when faced with a problem. He's inhumanly loyal to whoever he perceives as his friend, even to the very lengths of completely trusting a stranger after only speaking a few minutes with them.

He also has an old world sense of honor, and integrity. He believes that problems should be faced with courage and determination, and is head strong in that manner, unwilling to accept defeat.

Some of these qualities would make him a good unit, or a good leader, but due to experiences before the 7 hour war, he would find himself unable to inflict harm upon someone he perceives as defenseless, or to kill someone, regardless of whether it was in cold blood or not without specialized attention and conditioning that the Civil Protection could provide.

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
McKinnley at heart is a good person. In his heart, he believes that the CCA is where he belongs, to help protect the city from who he perceives as terrorist scum due to early experiences with citizens who took advantage of his naiive loyalty to harm him and take everything he had. McKinnley took these people to be rebels, and immediately branded them in his mind that he would set out to make sure that they couldn't harm anyone else.

I expect his stay in the CCA to be a good one. Rough at first though, because of his inability to harm or kill anyone on orders. If the CCA can condition him to pass that blockage of his, I believe he could become an exemplary unit, sharp witted, quick to obey, and rather quick to inflict physical harm on anyone that arouses his suspicion as a potential rebel or terrorist.

For me, the man behind the character, I believe that I will enjoy it  because I will be actually able roleplay something I take great pleasure in. I'm at heart a gung-ho kind of guy who would rather protect someone in the heat of the moment than leave them twisting in the wind. The CCA would allow me to do that, by helping my fellow Civil Protection, helping the occasional citizen, and by kicking the shit out of rebel trash.

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.
A few years before the 7 hour war, James McKinnley was a young man with a bright mind, he was athletic, quick witted, and was an exemplary young man to everyone he met. But he had a naiive point of view on life, looking for what a lot of young men would at his age. "Action".

The desire to fight, to be a soldier, to be a 'hero'. McKinnley was convinced by his parents that the military wouldn't be a good choice for his career because legally they would own him through out his contract.

So he took the next best thing and joined a Private Security Company called "Windbolt Security". It was a large, and very professional company, ex-military and law enforcement personnell were hired as instructors, teaching James how to defend himself, how to handle a weapon, and physically conditioning him to be in the shape of his life.

He was eager for action when he finally graduated and had his 'Armed Private Security License', and immediately took the first job he could find as one; an armed guard on a merchant vessel destined to pass by Somolian waters, an area where pirates could still operate. He went looking for action, and what he found without the discipline that the military would have provided, scarred his mind, and he immediately resigned and flew back home to live alone as an unarmed security guard for a casino, and for several years did good work in that profession, until the 7 hour war hit. James hid, he didn't know what the hell was going on, but shit was hitting the fan, that much he knew, and by the time he'd gotten his wits about him, he was rounded up into an internment city before he could even blink. He was orginally in City 82, located where Las Vegas used to be. The City was very overcrowded, and confusing for James until a few years later he was deported here, to City 45 as a part of a isolation operation to relieve some of the over crowding in his previous city.

((That background is based on my Auth app, and is still being reviewed, but it has support.))



((The following paragraphs will be detailing only IC encounters and experiences that happened in the server from this point on.))



Just a few minutes after he stepped off the train, tired and sleep deprived, he sat on a bench in the town square, his head in his hands wearily.
A large man approached him, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey, you there.. You want to make a few tokens without waiting for the rations?" The large man asked.
James blinked a couple times, looking up and rubbing his eyes. "What...?"
The man took a look at him, noticing the dark rings around his eyes.
"Jeez man, you need to get some sleep..."

"No no, I meant about the tokens, you said something about being able to get some?" He asked, as curious as he could be in his weary state.

"Yeah," The man said. "I've got a fridge that I need someone to help me move." He said with a slight smile. "You sure you can work like this buddy? You seem pretty out of it."

James nodded, standing up and rubbing his eyes.
"So what's your name?" The man asked.

"James."

"Huh.. Okay James, well, my apartment is on the second floor, as long as you don't pass out on the stairs we'll be fine."

As they reached his apartment, the man slipped a couple tokens into the combine lock on the door. James would have thought it suspicious, but in his restless state he hardly noticed. The man pointed to the side of the fridge. "Alright, you lift from that side, I'll lift from this side." He said. James nodded with a tired sigh, squatting down beside the fridge and waiting for the man to get to the other side and help. After a few seconds, he didn't, and James turned to see what he was doing and the man bashed him in the back of the head with a piece of rebar, splitting his head open and rendering him slumped against the fridge, unconscious, with blood pouring out of the back of his head.

The man searched him, stealing all of his tokens from his pockets and anything else he could find. Just a few seconds later, he dragged McKinnley's body up the stairs, leaving him unconscious on the top floor and fled the scene.

A few seconds later, he stirred to see a concerned young lady looking down at him, who helped him to his feet and down to the plaza, McKinnley looking worse by the minute as he stumbled, pale from bloodloss and his serious concussion.

A Civil Protection immediately noticed him and took him into his care , laying him down on a plaza bench and putting pressure on the wound. He hazily saw another unit approach the one tending to him. The conversation was just a blur to his memory, but his mind distinctly remembers the Unit calling his caretaker "392".

He was taken to the hospital by a shield unit, who promptly abandoned the confused, injured man when finding out that the doors were locked. Then 392 came back, with some sort of special unit with him, determined to help. They unlocked the hospital doors and brought him inside, 392 diligently insisting that they help him and not leave him to die, even persuading his superior to lend a hand a bit. James didn't understand at first why this CCA was so determined to save his life. He looked up, not at the mask, but at the man behind the mask and simply asked "Why?"

The CCA stared back at him for a moment before replying "Because I care."

This experience had a profound impact on James when he recovered from his injury, with an ugly scar on the back of his head to remind him of it. He began approaching CCA whenever he could, his sense of honor demanding that he had a debt to pay, finding loyalist work from the units who would give it out, rounding up other citizens to do patrols and search for anyone committing m,alcompliance deeds, but above all worshipping the very ground the CCA walked, determined to become one of them.

5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
No, I have not.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
I don't consider my time roleplaying to have begun on a server, but rather on a forum, in full-literate, serious roleplay about 4 or 5 years ago.

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
1 or 2 years.

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
A few days.

4. What Time zone are you in?
Central Standard Time

5. In what country do you live?
USA

6. How old are you?
16

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
I was the leader of a Enclave Sigma Squad in Fallout New Vegas roleplay. I used completely underhanded tactics to take advantage of my enemies, I had a vertibird at my disposal and made a 'deal' with the Legion that if they gave me the warheads they had been storing, I'd drop them on the NCR during the upcoming battle from the vertibird.

I then promptly convinced the NCR I would help them wipe out the legion in exchange for acquittal of the rest of the Enclave with my vertibird and the bombs I had acquired should they not side with the brotherhood during the battle.

I then proceeded to level the NCR, take control of the town, shut out the legion and maintained a short raid until people decided that the NCR was stupid for the oversight that allowed me to take control of the town. I disbanded the Enclave, took over the NCR, and ran a tighter ship, and made things as canon as possible, running it like a conventional military, and actually keeping discipline throughout the ranks, unlike the previous leader before me.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
Yes

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IC Section

Full Name: James McKinnley
CID: 53304
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6 Foot 2 Inches
Hair Colour Dark Auburn
Eye Colour: Pale blue
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 170lbs
Mental Distinctions: Sharp witted, rational, but friendly
Mental Defects: Loyal to the point of it being a disadvantage, Hot-headed, unable to harm the defenseless, or to kill on orders.
Mental Advantages: Extremely loyal and trustworthy, courageous, hardworking, intelligent.
Notable Qualities: Has training with assault level firearms, and basic hand to hand combat ((That Auth app is still being reviewed, but it has support.))


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
No

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
A CCA officer once told me that I needed to be well-fed, and strong to serve them in the best capacity I could. I exercise regularly and eat rations as often as possible to provide the protein needed to sustain the growth of my muscles and my body.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
At the drop of a dime, 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?
Of course. My actions, both good and bad are mine, no one elses.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
Until my last breath.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
I believe in helping people, in righting wrongs, in protecting them from the foul people that would take advantage of innocent, and good people.

I owe a debt to the Combine Civil Authority. I owe them my life. I am here to deliver on that debt, and for what it is worth, it is yours.


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

Hey there everyone. I'm Sheo. Started playing Catalyst Gaming today, enjoyed my first day of roleplay in your community so far (Although it's gone mostly bad, beginning with me being bashed in the back of the head with a piece of rebar and having all of my tokens stolen.)
I'll make it plain now that I intend on joining the CCA. There's no shame about it for me, I just enjoy the roleplay.

Anyways, I hope to make my stay in Catalyst a long one. Hope to see you all on the server(s).