OOC Section
OOC Name: It varys from Soviet to Soviet Eagle to Communist Weeaboo, just the like.
IC Character Name: Johnson L. Phillips
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.Johnson L. Phillips murdered his father when he was only 13. His father would beat his mother constantly, abuse her, cause her to wake up to Black Eyes and Swallen Lips in the mirror every morning. John snapped, retreiving a butchers knife from the kitchen and approached him. He shouted at him for carrying a knife around the house, called him a mindless fuck, cursed at him, then the Neighbours saw the splatters of blood against the window. A lot of it.
He passed through court quickly, the judge came to no hesitation to sentence him to life in prision, starting in Juvinile Prision and then eventually transferring to a standard Prision once he was 18. John was devastated, he would never see his mother again, his family, his girlfriend, anyone. He walked out of the building in hand-cuffs with armed gaurds on both his flanks, News Reporters with Microphones asking questions, Camreas aimed at him and Microphones on Poles hanging above his head. He kept his head lowered as he walked in shame.
Time passed, shit happened. Come 2016, Present Day, John had a long think. He'd been thinking about this for a long while, a very long while, and had decided on it. He would redeem himself through the Combine Civil Authority, he would pay back his crimes by defending peace and attacking the common criminals of the street. Little does he know of the real CCA...
2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)- Deticated
- Killed before, thus he knows the feeling and won't hesitate.
3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character?OOC'ly
Having done roles in the Combine Civil Authority before, I don't expect it to be much newer, but I stil expect it to be just a challange as the last time around. The CCA requires detication and hard work to get somewhere, if anywhere, and all the work can and will eventually pay off. Hopefully I will experience new things this time arond.
IC'ly
My character expects it to be a challange, but a challange he must push through in order to redeem himself. He thinks that by serving for the CCA he will repay the debt for murder. He does expect a Challange, yes, but he's sure he can do it. Dead sure.
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.I remember the cold nights with my fingers scratching at my ear-drums, I remember the yelling, the screaming… The blood… It all piled on, and on, and on. The blood was my mothers, spilt by my douche-bag of a father. God help me, I’d do it all again if I had the chance. My mother would scream until the verge of consciousness then pant heavily, he was torturing her.
It started when I was only 5. It started very simple, a hard slap across the side of her face, and slowly worsened. I swear, he came up with a new tactic every year. Strangling, Water boarding, Punches and Kicks, by the time I was 11 he’d o it all to me simply to get to her. Like mother like son, we both shared abuse.
It sparked when I was 13, enough was enough. I remember my left eyelid twitching, the veins in my arm bulging to the surface as my fists clenched. Like nails against the Chalkboard I drew a Butchers Knife from the Knife sharpener, he clearly planned to use it later tonight as he had been sharpening it for hours. I turned slowly, as if for the effect, and walked towards my parents room.
My dad had just been coming back to retrieve the knife.
“What the fuck are you doing with that knife!?” he cursed. “You mindless fuck, pass it here, I’ll be punishing your mother for this outrag-“
“Stick it up your ass, dad.” I insulted, almost taunted.
“What the fuck did you say to me…!?” he asked, outraged.
“You heard me you fucker.” I answered. I glared at him and he glared at me.
“You bitch…!” He cursed, taking a step forward with his left foot as he bring his right hand to a fist and sent it soaring towards me-
-and I shot my right arm forward, the Butchers knife cut cleanly through his right testicle and out the other end. He roared in Agony, I saw my mother out the corner of my eye with her right hand over her mouth, an expression lighting up her face saying ‘Yes! Fight, please!’ I nodded towards her, hinting a slight smirk, then wiped it clean off my face as I continued to stab him numerous times in the Abdomen. He fell to his knees; blood trickled from his lips, only the palms of his hands stopped him from colliding with the ground.
I grabbed him by his hair with my left hand, he was kneeling before me. It was a guilty pleasure, but I held every moment close.
“Now, now, where are your manners… Anyone would think your abusing my mother…” I taunted. I kept a straight face. He refused to talk. “Apologise and I may let you live.” I ordered. He remained silent. I rested the tip of the blade against his neck, pushing slowly. He clenched his teeth, before shouting
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything!”
“If you say sorry one-thousand times, I’ll forgive you.” I felt evil, but I was loving it. He burst into tears, shouting ‘I’m sorry’ as fast as he could at the top of his lungs. In the meantime, I stabbed the knife into the side of his head again and again and again until his screams were drenched in his death. Not long after the police arrived, sirens whirring, lights spinning. I was arrested straight away, being the one covered with blood and with a knife.
I was flown through court. Within a week I was sentenced to life in Jail. I secretly regretted it but I made out I didn’t care. It was all worth it in a sense; my mum wouldn’t have to deal with his shit anymore. I had life in prison, who fucking cares, I might as well have no regrets.
Now, to my convenience, you’re the one being held by the neck over a cliffs edge and so happens to be a woman abuser. Just your fucking luck a bolt of lightning from the alien fucks hit the prison, eh? I made it clear to everyone that I get to woman bashers. I’m going to hold out on that.
He leant back, lunging at my stomach with his feet. I stumbled back from the blow as he scurried to the cliffs edge. I wiped my mouth with my forearm.
“Fisticups it is then.” I taunted, he aggressively stepped towards me and threw a punch exactly the same to my dads. The thing is I already knew the counter to this.
I brang my foot to his male reproductive organ swiftly, he grabbed them in agony. I took a step forward and drove my right fist clear to his gut multiple times, he grabbed onto my collar as he fell to his knees.
“I warned you.” I referred, bringing my right fist back. Then we were both falling, something had propelled us off the cliffs edge.
I woke up on a beach, large machines with three legs and a tanned appearance patrolled the area like kings looking over their territory. I was being dragged by something, it made numerous mechanical whirrs, I made a slight peek at his three, blue and black legs. I knew shit had just hit the fan, and if I’m dreaming, I’m making a game on this.
OOC Details1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general? God knows, I’ve lost count.
2. How long have you played on serious servers? Probably 3-4 years, easy.
3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming? Since the start, oldfag here :3
4. What Time zone are you in? GMT +10:00
5. In what country do you live? Australia
6. How old are you?15
7. What’s your most memorable quality RP experience? This one time on Taco N Banana Terminator Role-play, over a series of a few months I developed a relationship with a female character through passive and non-passive. Mark my words, it felt like a bloody movie, it had a storyline there just waiting to be grabbed and made into a novel.
8. Do you consider yourself a good listener? It depends on my mood, but on the most part, yes.
IC SectionFull Name: Johnson L. Phillips
CID: 88812
Age: 36
Gender: M
Height: 6 Foot 3 Inches
Hair Colour Black
Eye Colour: Blue
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 127 kilograms
Mental Distinctions: N/A
Mental Defects: N/A
Mental Advantages: <He was about to write something, there’s a line of ink, then instead he writes> N/A
Notable Qualities: Experienced in Medicine
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? 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?When I was 13, I did something very horrible. Through the CCA I seek redemption for my crime, I hope to pay back the life I took by enforcing peace and order.
Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.
I, Johnson L. Phillips 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.
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ACCEPTED- Your application is excellent, it fits the requirements for the now rare immediate acceptance verdict. Ask a SA in-game for your whitelist.
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