Desmond O'Reilly Green.'s Civil Authority Application

OOC Name: EmperorDisaster

IC Character Name: Desmond O'Reilly Green.

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.
Desmond feels as though his dark past could relate to a dark future, if he continues to provoke it from occurring again. He wants to show how the ordinary citizen who dismisses the Union can become a thing of the past. This way, he himself could promote the Union in the best possible way, becoming part of it. If he were to be accepted, Desmond would be sure to do his duty for the Union to make up for his past.

Secondly, Desmond feels, truly, as though it could be the only way forward. He'd hung about with the dangerous folk of City 45, and not once did he see the acts of heroes, but the acts of murderers and thieves. He now believes that most of the actions taken by the Union are strictly logical, and can sometimes be the only option in situations. So for reason 2, Desmond has decided to help, rather than hinder the Union.

Finally, Desmond would like to see a better standard of life. The UCH seems to only be filled with small, cramped apartments, that only cause him discomfort rather than comfort, meaning he never really feels as energetic as he could, although he is unaware of the chemicals preventing most of his energy. He is also aware of the vast amounts of tokens he could receive, which, once he becomes part of the Union, he could use to purchase shipments and items for the Union. Finally, Desmond wishes to join the CCA for the luxuries.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
Strong-hearted, good-willed, trustworthy, honest, authoritative

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
Well, I expect a whole new experience of RP from the CCA, as for a citizen, the RP is simple, which can be played as fearful, angered, or respectful of the Union. However, as a Unit, you are now part of the CCA, meaning an entirely new range of RP is introduced, such as a change in personality throughout promotions, a new usage of vocabulary and knowledge, and, a new profound respect of the Union, till the player is emerged into a complete hypnosis. The stage of complete hypnosis, however, would not be reached until the stage of an 01 at least, and even then I would probably just RP as a Union-loving CP rather than a completely dazed one. In all, I expect some very fun, new roleplay for myself.

As for my character, I think he could expect a new, and interesting standard of life. He has never thought of joining the CCA previously, and decided to out of complete impulse, meaning it could not be all he hopes for. Desmond sees the Union as a teacher, rather than a provoker of humankind, meaning that he could get along with the higher ranks just fine. As the promotions go along, Desmond could finally decide once and for all if the true side of the Union is what he wants to live with, or if he can no longer stand it. In all, it would be life-changing for him.

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.
Desmond Green: Aged 10. Desmond was sat at his computer desk, typing away onto Microsoft Word, claiming he could write a story. The computer was an old, Windows 98 model, which had been outdated for the current time. His family were not exactly the richest of people, nor did they live in a large city, acquiring currency so much that their pockets ached. He just lived in a simple village household, on a small Irish farmland, with his large family, and his small town. He was very good at IT stuff, and would often do things abnormally smart for his age. At the age of 11, Desmond managed to reboot his Grandmother's computer after a virus struck, simply by remembering to activate Norton, start a scan, and restart. It may have seemed infantile to normal people, but to his simpleton family, it was very good. By the age of 16, he'd passed his ICT GCSE with an A, he'd graduated from college with an A in his A level IT work. Finally, he'd decided to save up for a job in England, working in an IT department. Who needed university anyway? The prices were way too high. The IT department was an easy job, as half the time you were asked "How do I get it to turn on?" to which the reply was normally "Press the button." Desmond's skills were reasonable for the average IT expert, as in they weren't very expertise... He'd been able to code a website and create web pages for people, but half the time he was making websites for businesses that had been open for a few seconds. One day in the office, the ground rumbled, as blue lights tore through the sky hitting the ground below. No one was allowed to touch the light, as army camps were set up around it to strictly forbid trespassers. The lights messed up almost all electricity down below, meaning Desmond could no longer work at the IT centre. One day, as he came home, the skies tore open again, this time, with tiny ships fluttering out. Explosions tore the road ahead, as Desmond only just made it to his house. His family were running through the corn fields, running from the explosions, but just as Desmond was watching, he was hit over the head, causing him to fall. Someone had hit him with a baton like object, to which the field was lit up by the someone. The field burned away, as had his family. "You motherf-" was all Desmond could say, before a needle injected into him sent him to sleep.

Desmond sat in his apartment finishing his CCA application, folding the paper and placing it in his pocket. He sat and the chair, wondering... "What next?" He said...

5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
During the RTLK days, and my noob days, I lied about not having 1 BM and it was removed.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
Since April.

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
Since August.

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
Since August.

4. What Time zone are you in?
GMT +0

5. In what country do you live?
England.

6. How old are you?
14 years old.

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
Well, a huge judgment waiver resulted in my char getting hit by 4 poisonous headcrabs, an antlion attack, misfire from a hunter, zombie attacks, and SURVIVING. I was absolutely gobsmacked.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
I would really judge my RP itself, but I would say that every morsal of RP is precious, so RPers should use it wisely, such as eating RP, minor injury RP, the stuff that built up the CG Empire itself.

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IC Section

Full Name: Desmond O'Reilly Green.
CID: 82989
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 7
Hair Colour Black
Eye Colour: Green and Blue (Heterochromia iridum)
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 137 Ilbs
Mental Distinctions: Pretty good IT knowledge.
Mental Defects: N/A
Mental Advantages: IQ of 132
Notable Qualities: Pretty strong, but not too burly.


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
Once, a little accident where I'd been given a drink tainted with alcohol, and had beers placed into my pockets, rest assured the culprit was caught and dealt with in an appropriate manner.

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
Yes, every time they are available.

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

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, if I perform them they are of my own responsibility.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
Yes, as long as I am a in the memories of those around me.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
Well, I see it as my duty to join the Union in a bonding which can only be made through the Civil Authority. I think it's the logical way forward in society, and I one day dream of a world where everyone can realize the Union are our brothers in arms, and stop joining these petty, squabbling groups, because they see them as revolutionizing. In all, I think I could finally light the way for citizens, and direct them into the great light that is the Union.


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Player Section

Steam Name: EmperorDisaster
Age: 14
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Since April.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Since August.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
Zippo lighter
Combat knife

Name: "Shadow"
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
"Shadow" walked to the top of the steep hill, in wonder of his sanity staying in check. Suddenly, he'd noticed the remains of the bunker as he swung the doors open, only noticing rubble and few valuables left behind before the disaster. Suddenly, however, he'd noticed the shiny glimmer of a small metallic object in the rubble. He moved rock after rock, in wonder of what could possibly be there, when he suddenly held, in his hand, a small zippo lighter. But how did it get here...?

Dave was 25 at the time, purchasing his first light. Sure, being a chain smoker at a young age was bad, but still, it's hard to break most dirty habits. He displayed his ID to the man at the counter, handing his money over in change. The clerk seemed frustrated as he placed each coin one by one in the till, eventually no longer caring and dropping all the change in at once. "Glad I could be of service your majesty." He said, frowing at Dave. "Yeah, real nice to the customers here..." He said, walking outside and climbing onto his bike. His cell phone began to ring in his pocket. "Hello? Dave? It's me, Christy, if you see a river, go past it, up another mountain ledge, and we're inside the camp! Some of the tour guides said you could drop your stuff off outside the bunk." "Okay, see you there." He replied, hanging up. Moments later, Dave arrived at the bunk, noticing the tour guide at the bunk door. "Hi, put ya stuff in here and I'll put it inside. Some company bought us and we're doing construction inside." The tour guide spoke, in a gruff voice. Dave was curious as to who'd bought the small, cramped bunk as he placed his items in the box, when he slowly began to read the logo on one crate. 'Apetu-' was all he could read before Christy scared him from behind him. "Boo!" She screeched. Dave laughed and walked off with her, as they held hand. The tour guide placed the box in the bunk, awaiting whatever would happen next.

As "Shadow" placed the lighter in his pocket, another glimmer appeared from the dirt. It was a knife of sorts, but this time, carved in the side, were the letters S, A, S.

Pvt Alan Richards stood with the General, in wonder of what was going on outside the bunker. The logos placed on the walls of the bunker had been spray painted clean off, meaning none could see who the previous owners of this large building were. Suddenly the General came up from a small elevator calling his men. "A lotta tech' down there, but we aren't gonna need it. Ready weaponary and prepare for battle." He said, directing them to the door. Alan didn't realize that as he quickly stood for the General, his combat knife had slowly slipped from his pocket. They all stood at the door. "Men, most of you will die as we leave here, but let it be known on our graves, that on this day, we fought for Earth, in all it's glory!" He bellowed, opening the doors as the light burst through. Those were the last words the men ever heard...

"Shadow" held the knife, seeing how the times had had it's toll with the knife, making it all rusty. The 15cm blade could have easily broken years ago, if it were not for the safety it had been in. "Shadow" held the two items in both hands eying them up. He slowly walked away, grinning as he sliced his cheek. He placed his blood around his face to show war paint as he smirked. "Let the madness begin..." he said, bursting out into laughter...

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
- More defense.
- Can make some fires.

Defects
- Petrol in lighter is limited (gonna not work eventually)
- More weight to carry
- Bigger target for combine.
- Rusty knife = Will break at some point

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Just some more RP and showing the truly insane side of my char.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
nope.

Which server does this apply for?
Outlands

Extra Notes (optional):
The thing about the bunker belong to Apeture, I made that up for the sakes of explaining how we got all the tech in there so, please don't treat it 100% canon-ly.

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Me first:

Desmond:

Well, after seeing more movies, here's the next one. Basically, put your top 10 movies in descending order (must be different movies so no trolling). Give reasons why you like the films if you want, but I won't. cause i,m lazi liek dat

10. The Expendables dont judge me
9. Bill & Ted Series
8. Starship Troopers
7. Troll Hunter
6. Death Note
5. True Grit
4. Battle Royale: Requiem
3. Inception
2. Super Troopers
1. Battle Royale

Player Section

Steam Name: EmperorDisaster
Age: 14
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Since April.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Since August.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
- A character with a leather jacket, jeans, sports shoes & sock, a bandana, a white t-shirt, Calvin Klein underwear and angelic symbols scarred all over his body. (RPed)
- An asthma pump (running low), and being an asthmatic.
- A katana and holster (RPed)
- Semi-Advanced Swordsman skills.
- Rosary beads.
- Basic blacksmith skills.
- Survival skills. (Able to make basic campfires with sticks, leave etc. Can hunt for own food.)
- Basic parkour skills.
- Has miscerephobia (a newly designed phobia by himself "Combine-phobia")
- A small green backpack, similar to this (sorry about Adfly)
- A small pair of reading glasses and a pocket journal with a pen.
- CQC Skills.

Name: Neyo "Shadow" Dailong
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
It was in the deep regions of the Mongolian mountains that a child was carried, in the simple remains of what was incontestably a picnic basket. The man carrying this was wearing as much cloth as he possibly could to prevent him from freezing to death in the frigid environment. He looked to be at an almost antediluvian age, perhaps opening the door to why this man was ready to renounce this child. The withering man placed the basket down into the snow, in front of a rather large temple, with messianic symbols placed all around it, barbed wire fences guarding it, and a small bell miles from it, where any normal man would ring to alert the residencies. Instead, this man knocked on the sliding door, placing a note written in the ancient language of Japanese. The door slid open with two monks holding shurikens at the ready, when they noticed a men laying dead on the floor, after committing "seppuku". The sword was a red-handled katana, with symbols of the devil carved into the blade end upward. The child lay crying in the basket, the father's blood dripped onto it, some even going into his mouth. The baby had black, short hair, squinted eyes, and blue eyes, almost the same color as the sky. He had a tag with his name written on, but it had washed away due to the frequent snowdrops and blood, but the pen could just be made out into the word, "Shadow". The child was taken in as one monk took a pen knife out. They spoke in their native language, in such words of complexity, that nearly no man could understand it. "What do you plan to do with him?" the knife-wielding monk spoke. "Keep him... we need a new pet after all... give him his mark." As they took the child inside, he was wrapped with towels, placed on a sacrificial table, and placed on his front. The child cried as it felt the pain of a thousand needles in its spine, as the monks carved a word into its back. As they washed the blood, one word could be made out, as it said, "Shadow"...

10 years later, and the child was covered in scars now, all angelic symbols, used every time the monks considered the child had been sinning. When the child came close to death, blood transfusions were made from sacrifices, in order to keep him alive. They wanted to train him up until adulthood, to which they would then use him as an army... Their plan was to use him to kill the other villages below, and to take control of the entire rural area. He was given katana classes, which he always used his father's katana, deflecting the monk's blades or leaving a dummy with only its stand left. He was very good... but no way near advanced, as when it came to battling the other monks, he'd only killed 5 of the 15 he had faced. He now grew up with odd, naturally spiky hair, darker blue eyes, and near to 100 symbols around him. In the middle of his CQC lesson, out of the thirty he'd previously had, the sensei halted him for a second. Prior to his distraction, the sensei roundhouse kicked Shadow in his head, causing him to fall and sob. The sensei spoke in a gruff voice, in Japanese. "Shadow... you show the sin of failure through your actions. Father Denskei will take you to be healed." Healed... it was the term they used that meant, "Shadow, prepare to be scarred for the rest of your life... because it pleases us." The needles felt like nothing anymore... not after the pain he'd already been through. His father was dead, his mother had apparently hung herself after hearing of the abandoning of her child and husband. He'd nothing to go on for, other than vengeance. But it was a question of when... When could he... kill them all.

Soon after the escapades, it was Shadow's birthday, and the monks had news... good and bad. Shadow had 99 more scars than before... His CQC lessons earned him an almost full level, but today was his last lesson. His katana skills had improved vastly, but not to that of the skill of a ninja. His skills were only at the level, probably, of a normal athlete. His last lesson ended successfully, meaning the monks were ready for what they called, his inauguration. They placed him on the sacrificial table and held a metal bowl up high and lowered it to reveal leeches. They yet again spoke in Japanese for the sake of Shadow. "The leeches will clean all sins, and drain them... if you survive the process, you are a magnificent specimen... if not... Then we shall require new pets..." He said, before showing him some paper. "Little one, we had this delivered... your original birth documents. We had agreed that your last sight should be that of your real name." Shadow observed the paper, sitting up from the table and speaking back to the other monks. "Sensei... I apologize... I called someone today, on my walk." the monk looked distressed. "Impossible, the other two monks were with you." "Were, in the sense that... they're dead." Shadow said, as his katana lay in the corner soaked in blood. Suddenly the roof shattered, SWAT teams opening fire on all but the child. Shadow lay on the table as blood flew and bullets riddled the air. A SWAT member walked to the child, close to vomiting. He spoke in a smooth voice, in Mongolian. "We have the child... oh my God... what have they done to him?" He said, vomiting on the floor. Several other officers looked in disgust before they tried to speak fractured Japanese. "You, name boy?" Shadow looked at them, smiling at last, as tears streamed down his eyes. "Neyo... Neyo Dailong."

A while later, Neyo made it back into what he called life. He got a degree in construction after 4 years of studying at Japanese universities. He then managed to obtain several careers in smithing jewellery for others. He moved from Japan, to France. In France, the local children taught him some parkour, but he never saw them again after one lesson. Luckily, he got the gist of jumping off walls repeatedly to reach rooftops, jumping over obstacles and creating paths for himself with whatever was around. But just as they told him the really cool stuff was ready to be learned, a local officer chased them off. After 3 years of smithing in France, Neyo went back to Japan, and decided to retire at a ripe age. His one flaw in his life was his asthma he'd obtained from living in the smoky temples for years. He often needed boosts from his asthma pump. One day, Neyo was camping out in the woods, prepared with a bandana over his face to block campfire smoke, his sports shoes, his rosary necklace (which really gave him the nerve to go on), leather jacket, white shirt, socks and jeans to look... good, and his katana for hunting. Luckily he'd never told anyone about his sword, which he'd nicknamed "Shadow", after his own nickname. Suddenly, the ground rumbled, the sky ruptured, and billions of dots sprawled everywhere. Neyo had to run, it was his only option. He saw a mountain area in the distance, which he could use for cover. He sprinted down, taking his backpack containing only his asthma pump. Eventually, he reached an abandoned city after several hours of running. It had been bombarded by the looks of it. Neyo was intrigued, yet confused. No one was there... until a flash. A white uniformed soldier tossed a small flashbang, rendering him blind. Neyo took out his sword and swerved it around, almost like a child with a sword. The tip skimmed the unit's chest, causing him to scream and sprint into the distance shouting "Outbreak, outbreak, outbreak! Unit in distress, returning to temporary HQ!" The beeps of its uniform silenced, as Neyo lay on the ground of the abandoned town, blinded. Suddenly, a woman ran to him, although he could hear nothing other than screeches. Neyo slid his katana into his back-holster. He could hear few word. "Can you hear me? I have a stretcher and a car, I can take you to this place I went to as a kid!" She screamed. Neyo heard almost none of it. Her name was Stacy, she had 3 kids, Beth, Kate and Dave, all sitting in the back of a small pick up truck. Neyo ignored her really, he just slept in the car. One day, Neyo tried to read a magazine in the car, but he could see nothing. "Need some help? I got my pa's old pair." She said, handing him some old glasses. Neyo peaked through them, suddenly seeing everything in a higher definition. "7 hours: The day the earth stood defenseless." It said. Neyo had had everything explained to him on the journey. But only what few friends had heard. Cities set up, suppression of reproduction, alien life forms and... combine. Since Neyo knew Mongolian, Japanese and English, he'd figured he'd study some Latin, but he could only remember one word from his dictionary... miscere... it meant "combine". He guessed he had a new fear other than spiders, needles and monks. Neyo found out that the flashbang semi-detached his retinas, leaving him blind when it came to reading. He took a quick breath from his pump before a sudden realization. The pump had the equivalent of 5 pumps left. Neyo could die, so he set a system up. Only use it in extreme cases so no using it in being scared, being angered or going near smoke. After days, they made it to a small tunnel which went into a large city. Sarah dropped Neyo out of the truck for a second as they reached the tunnel. "I'm just gonna see if the entrance is clear ahead, okay?" "Sure..." As she drove ahead, Neyo noticed a small coathanger clipped to the truck. "Pfft," he though "what harm could it really do?" Suddenly, a large explosion sounded, as the tunnel erupted with fire. The coat hanger caused sparks with fell into the tailpipe, exploding near a gas tanker. "Oh shit no!" Neyo screamed, but he ran ahead to find burnt corpses and rubble. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He yelled. He noticed a small, burnt booklet and pen just under the truck, which the label "What me mommy, Beth and Dave will do after our road trip", it said. A crudely drawn family were labelled underneath, and Neyo saw himself... Kate saw him as a friend... But it was too late for her. Suddenly, he saw a light. A light at the end of a long tunnel. He walked toward it... he got further and further. Suddenly, the light disappeared, and he saw-

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
- Good defense.
- Good in combat.
- Can get around faster and can reach spots that are harder to reach for others.
- Kept alive with pump.
- Can supply things with his bag.
- Can note things down.
- Can read with his glasses.
- Can practice his religion freely.
- Could make little crafty items, but not advanced ones.

Defects
- Asthmatic + Running low on pump = almost imminent death
- He would only use the katana in defense.
- Not exactly an expert with it.
- Afraid of anyone related to the combine.
- Parkour skills are petty.
- Can't make many useful things.
- Nothing to store at the moment.
- Afraid of a lot of things.
- Can't see too well.
- Stands out a lot, so he is easily spotted.
- His scars lead people away.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Well, I wanted the character with the stereotypical look of being a badass, but he himself knows he's not. He could die at any second, he's afraid of any OTA unit passing by, and he only ever attacks in defense. Also, I think this character could really reel people back into Outlands with some Passive RP.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nope.

Which server does this apply for?
Outlands

Extra Notes (optional):
Hope you consider me.

EDIT: Just removed a dot that gave me slight OCD with the title.
EDIT 2: Title is fucked up, fixing.

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