http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-17236495
Sounded like a fright train going over my house was terrifying anyone else in CG in this area? 

Anyways the government is touring our hospital making sure we are doing everything right which means we can't skip some useless crap that we normally don't do write three times as much paper work and keep the place unnatural clean. Of course this takes away all the time we have with our patients but the government don't care.
I personally just worked a nine hour shift with only two twelve minuet breaks and I have to wake up for my class's in four hours and then wake up and have about three hours of free time and restart.
Also the people that run the hospital and the state is there flashing there dicks around threatening people to work harder to look good for the government so its a great working environment when men who have no fucking clue how a ICU works or medical experience tries to tell me whats best for patients.

In a nut shell whats going to happen is the government is going to lower or budgeting tuition and everything else will go up so that Obama care can work. The US government is slowly trying to cripple hospitals financial making ti impossible for them to run.
Fucking good times all around T_T only thing I have to look forward to is either getting on my CCA this weekend and sleep

Rippley Derringer's Civil Authority Application

OOC Name: Dakota

IC Character Name: Rippley Derringer

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.
It doesn't take a blind man to see that living as civil protection unit is a better life than sitting around cleaning windows and doing mundane tasks cleaning up after anti citizens. With hunger and seeing the broadcast of Dr.Lauren Neil reading letters and being concerned for society Ripley immediately wanted nothing more than to wear civil protection armor and display it proudly.

Being well feed and being a useful part of this new society which values science and knowledge disregarding the emotions and anger of old world, she believes that she can be the difference the CCA need's to fully adapt society into this new age of prosperity and peace.

Having been in a few fights with some undesirables before the portal storms she understand that some people are sub human. Some would have called her a racist of sorts but she strongly believed in Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest. Humanity became clogged with due process and political correctness cesspools forming at welfare offices and unemployment lines keeping those that didn't contribute to society from sinking.
Before long countries ran by such people so caught up in religion and stupidity, almost made humanity extinct. Leaving nothing but the irradiated structures to show that anyone we existed.

Once someone starts to think in that aspect then seeing how the combine came stopping all this maddens she was almost left in awe. No more were people running around cutting each other up like barbarians sex and rap music filling the streets as a drug war and corruption began to boil to a head. Riply wonders what the world would have looked like if the Combine would have come sooner how much pain and suffering could have been stopped.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot we call earth. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of this world, how frequent our misunderstanding how eager we are to kill one another, how fervent our hatreds. The combine came and saved us from ourselves and are here to make us better as a species.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)

Very crafty and a fast talker she is use to living in a mans world and dealing with abusive men. Leery of others she keeps a close eyes on those that do manage to become friends with her.
Dark humored like most that work the night shift in the ER or as paramedics this have left some thinking she is cold however it is a developed coping mechanism to try to get away from reality of things.
Besides this she is very fair with people and tries to be easy going and tries to keep the peace between people always finding herself between peoples issues.

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.

I imagine it to be relaxed and doing a lot of passive role play getting to know other units and perhaps my characters role model Dr. Lauren. Not to sure what the events will come but I look forward to being active in any situation and role playing with some of CG's finest. I'd like to meet the people behind the mask and see how others units seem to be living with such a large responsibility. Meeting like minded individuals and working together in the CCA would be fun to and also the chance to explore citizens characters as well to solving the mysterious they wish to remain unsolved.

Also could see me helping citizens who are having issues role playing that I happen to spot along 10-50's.
I'd also like to add a more realistic approach to the combine and try not to act like every other recruit that goes into a robotic mode going to purposely role play someone adapting to the CCA culture on its many twist and turns. Who knows how far I will climb up the ranks and I cant wait to explore my character in these vast changes such as some day getting cybernetics or the alienation she might feel from some of the events she will witness behind those metal doors.


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.

Still adapting to adult life before the portal storm Ripley followed a life which she didn't really want to do. Having been raised in a dump by a alcoholic father who when wasn't beating her mother or passing out in a chair and pissing himself would beat her and sexual abused her. After graduating from high school being that awkward girl and a bit of a loser showing up to school with out a lunch or black eye, life seemed to point toward working a dead end job. However by fate a recruiter came to her high school looking for those interested in a full ride in becoming paramedics and promising to work for there company for a few years. She accepted having no way to pay for college and went through college getting a job at Walmart  to help pay for a crappy apartment near the campus.

Living off Ralmin noodles and spam and watching basic cable on a TV that was older than she was in a flea infested apartment which looked like the 1960's had thrown up Ripley struggled to stay afloat. She found herself distancing from other people as she put her noise to the grind stone chasing the dream of money and success just like ever other person her eyes tunneled to the future.

Doing good in school and having to work nights at Walmart to keep herself fed and housed, she dreamed of becoming a detective like the shows she grew up watching like Nash Bridges or the Closer. She had escaped to such fantasies as a little girl when her father would beat her or worse, imagining Nash Bridges to burst into her room and shoot her father in the head like the bad guys on TV and take to a better place. However like most dreams they fade when reality's glowing light comes and soon found herself into the hard work as a paramedic in the adult world. Keeping people alive long enough to reach the hospital in the back of a high speeding ambulance however that dream still remained in the corner of her mind. Reading crime fiction and catching a few crooks at Walmart she unknowingly began training for her career in the CCA.

When the portal storms came she was forced to work in a make shift hospital built in high school and help wounded and displaced families till the seven hour war came and she went to live in one of the many cities. Few weeks things were hard she didn't make many friends in the city but once she began to see the true mission of the combine after watching many of Dr.Laurens broadcast. A old dream came back and she immediately began working as hard as she could working harder and faster than other citizens in order to be noticed and awarded loyalist points in order to submit a application.

5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
Blasting a CmD units head off oocly upon deletion of my unit


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
Many Years

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
Many Years

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

4. What Time zone are you in?
eastern standard time

5. In what country do you live?
USA

6. How old are you?
20

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
For three week's on kuromekuis server me and several other residents began to gather parts and building a boat keeping it hidden. That night with the help of a CWU traitor we were attempting to steal a large shipment of rations but upon our meet we were discovered and the building raided CP bursting through he window's. Only me and another person escaped and we had to swim under the swearers to the dock where we hid our boat he was shoot in the leg and drowned.
My character made it with combine everywhere triggered a explosive on the one of the other ships to create a distraction as the tiny home made boat pushed out of the dock. Just as soon as land was no longer visible a large combine ship came from the darkness and shined its light on me. My character leapt to her death as the small little boat was filled with bullets and I was devoured by leaches.


8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
Yes

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IC Section

Full Name: Rippley Derringer
CID: 45387
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Height: 5FT4
Hair Colour Blonde
Eye Colour: Green
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weight: 122
Mental Distinctions: IQ 102 she is bright
Mental Defects: Has troubles learning or remmber things said to her has to write everything down
Mental Advantages: Fast thinker and observent of others actions.
Notable Qualities: Loyal and very open minded and eagar to make a differnce and be something bigger than just herself


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
No this character has never been detained

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 for the benefit of soceity

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?
Role playing opportunities and chance to partake in different events and bring some fresh idea's into the CCA.


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

Letter wrapped tightly to a journal hidden under a couple papers in the bunker:

Dear son I've been trying to find the words to write you this letter for the last nineteen years, today will be my last chance. This afternoon I was be engaged in the largest battle in human memory against impossible odds against a alien force whose soul purpose is to enslave humanity in order to give enough time for civilians to flea. As you know if you watched the news any about me killing politicians and making some rather hard choices and all the pain I caused know that most of it is true.
I should regret it all wasting my life I should be scared of dying but I'm not I cant anymore the only feel I have left is regret, regret that I never got to know you or be there for your mom and you. You two were all that mattered, sorry for not realizing till it was to late, I know you and mom may never forgive me for the separation and being away from home most of your life. I just want to know though you were never far from my heart.
This is a journal I started before the war there is some rather graphic photo's in here and peoples memories I was originally suppose to write in this to deal with my depression by my shrink. This journal isn't so much for you though son as a sign to show that we didn't give up. Despite all the odds, despite being a rouge military forces Dr.Bren with our crooked politicians selling our freedom for place of luxury, that we held our ground men coming together defending out loved ones and not going quietly into the night.
I know your a adult now and you'll be watching over your mother and despite all your mistakes you were never a disappointment to me. When I look at you I see a great man the only reason Ive ever got mad at you was that I felt you were wasting yourself when in reality it was really me who was wasting himself. It was the most profound sense of joy watching you grow up to the man you are today I take great pleasure in knowing that you will be safe and have a chance to end all of this but I know the road ahead will be hard. I know you will be able to watch over your mother and lead those to do the right thing and you will have to make decisions as I did.
I know nothing nor the ending of this tragic war if it ever comes can compensate you or the thousand of other American families who have suffered great loss during these tragic times. I would like to share with you though which has sustained me through nights of peril, loss and heart ache and I quote.
I pray that our heavenly father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memories of the loved and lost and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Remember these words and they will help you keep your feet moving and your head up and remember to always stay true tell your mother I love her very much and to share this account of history and not let out sacrifices be forgotten.

Love
Your Father
Marcus Callahan
(still working on it)

Need a good profile pic or the one I got re-sized any takers

Still working on the finer details but this is going to be about a pilot during the seven hour war should be fun so stay tuned.

Player Section

Steam Name: Dakota
Age: 20
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Long time 6 years +
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2-3 Years?

Character Section

Authorization(s):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otFW-xb9J1U
0:37
Shotgun attachment.
Specialty Ammo

Name: Jessica Sterling
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
http://www.catalyst-gaming.net/index.php?topic=11385.0

The strange creature in the night gives it to her to complete her special plan, I haven't written this in yet but it will be.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
Shotgun attachment
Ability to hang people.

Defects
Make people afraid of me or want to hunt me down.


What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Carrying out my special plan

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

Which server does this apply for?
Outlands

Extra Notes (optional):
Watch the video

Written in quick handwriting:

When everyone I have ever loved is finally gone, when everything I have ever wanted is finally done with
when all of my nightmares are for a time obscured as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world, when I am calm and joyful and finally entirely alone locked inside this great bunker then in a great new darkness I will finally execute my special plan. 

One needs to have a plan someone said to me who was turned away into the shadows and who I had believed was sleeping or dead left behind in city 45. Imagine he said all the flesh that is eaten, the teeth tearing into it the tongue tasting its savor and the hunger for that taste. Now take away that flesh he said take away the teeth and the tongue the taste and the hunger, take away everything as it is

I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder, if this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision, even in his deepest dreams or his most lasting death. Because I had heard of such plans such visions along the dark roads I had once traveled. I knew what had to be done but what was demanded in a way of a plan needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh, beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away. So I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night and a strangely shining light that owed nothing to the light of day.

That day may seem like other days, once more we feel the tiny legged trepidations, once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear of the combine. But that day will have no others after, no more worlds like this will follow because I have a plan, a very special plan, no more worlds like this, no more days like that.

There are but four ways to die a sardonic spirit might have said to me though his oddly shaped mouth, there is dying that occurs relatively suddenly. there is dying that occurs relatively gradually, there is dying that occurs relatively painlessly, there is the death that is full of pain. Thus by various means they are combined the sudden and the gradual, the painless and the painful, to yield but four ways to die and there are no others. Even after the Vortigan stopped speaking, I listened for it to speak again, after hours and day and months have passed I listened for some further words.

Yet all I heard were the faintest echoes reminding me, there are no others, there are no others was it then that I began to conceive for this place a special plan?

There are no means for escaping this world it penetrates even into my sleep and is this substance  i'm caught in my own dreaming, where there is no space and a hell forever where there is no time.
Even after escaping the cities I cant do nothing that I not told to do, there is no hope for escape from this dream that was never mine. The very words I speak are only its very word and I talk like a traitor under its incessant torture .

A picture is sketched onto the next page with the with the numbers 163.5:


There are many who have designs upon this world and dream of wild and vast reformations such as those deep within this bunker, I have heard them talking in their sleep of elegant mutations and cunning annihilation
I have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses. In the alleys and narrow back streets of this crooked creaking universe which they with their new designs were made straight and sound
but each of these new and ill conceived designs is deranged in its heart. For they see this world as if it were alone and original and not as only one of count with others whose nightmares all precede like a hideous garden grown from a single seed.

I have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep and I stand waiting for them as at the top of a darkened flight of stairs, they know nothing of me only my name, and none of the secrets of my special plan while I know every crooked creaking step of theirs

It was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows, who was looking at the moon and waiting for me to turn the corner and enter a narrow stream down below. To stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight
then he said to me his yellowish skin shining in the darkness. He whispered to me that my plan was misconceived
that my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake because, he said, there is nothing to do and there is no where to go, there is nothing to be and there is no one to know. Your plan is a mistake,he repeated
this world is a mistake, I replied as he diapered into the darkness the only sound of water passing by my feet.