Not bad at all, good sir.

this is the log that hammer brought up.

Devan McGullen's Civil Authority Application

OOC Name: =ExG= Sexy Frog

IC Character Name: Devan McGullen

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.
Devan McGullen had been the son of a multi-billionaire who owned a corporation in Aberdeen, Scotland. After giving birth to Devan, his mother had passed and was left with a busy business father who did his best to educate, care for, and love his son. Devan was showered with gifts and his father eventually decided his sons fate for him dictating that he would pursue the field of trade just like his old man, and from an early age conditioned him to be obedient to whomever lead and put him in prestigious schools near where they lived. Devan had tried his best to be a loyal and near spitting image of the soulless robotic obeying machine of a son his father fantasized of.
Eventually during his middle school years he became more social and outgoing now that he was actually making friends and some of his friends had been bad influences. His social life consumed his studious life causing Devan’s grades to slip daily and his father feared he would lose his dream child if it persisted. Devan’s father came to his school that day and withdrew him, making a rather large and unnecessary scene on how his father was “saving him from the delinquents of this barbaric place and taking him home to be safe”. Devan complied as his conditioning swayed his decisions just as his father intended it to since Devan was a whelp.  
Devan was home schooled by a teacher that Mr. McGullen had hired from Cambridge University to teach his fifteen year old son everything he needed to know for his predetermined future in business. As years passed Devan worked as the manager of his father’s billions as managed them responsibly and as directed by his father but deep inside Devan longed to strive for the medical field….he wanted to help people and make an name for himself in the word and not be trapped in his father’s shadow, but such a day would never come. When his father fell ill with both terminal and inoperable brain cancer Devan took over the business and ran it even better than his father did but with much less than half the joy. Although his father had been a dictator in his life Devan always visited him when he could.
Finally the day came when his father passed and he was left alone in the world, his misery nearly drove the company into the ground and he made the decision to hand it over to someone more capable of running it to save his father’s work. When he was about to sign the papers her war that lasted so few hours broke out and Devan had to flee. Half way to the next city, Devan was captured and sent to City 45 where again, due to his accursed conditioning took to being a loyalist immediately. Now, after obtaining his needed loyalist points and loyalist band he waits for his applications feed back.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
Obidient, loyal, willing to prove self, eager to help the Union

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
Honestly, I have an oh-one unit in the CCA already, I know what to expect there but as far as my character goes, he is clueless. I expect for him it will be a challenge and I expect that higher up will put him to the test. Should he fail at his tasks he would most likely be disserviced and maybe even be off world relocated if he screws up bad enough. Since he wants nothing more to help the cause he dedicated his new life to he will try his best to climb through the CCA ranks and go about the day to day life. His mind, past skills, and body will be totally put to the test as he is initaiated into the force and is given orders for the frist time since he was a child with his father.

Devan McGullen is a loyal man due to his fathers conditioning so as far as orders, no matter how much hates what he has to do, he will do it. However for me, even though I know what to expect and have a high ranking unit I will be sure not to act like a hardass cause I know the do's and don't of HL2rp. Being a hardass recruit with a man who has no experiance in violence what so ever is a total no no. I also expect this to be rather refreshing as it will be a bit liberating to play from a low rank again, back when you basically have no real responsibilities other than standard directives. Also the fact that I expect this to be a little like a "refresher course" if you would, as I brush up on the old CCA basic skills.



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.
Devan McGullen had been the son of a well known business figure head in his homeland of Scotland in the city of Aberdeen. His mother had passed while giving birth and left him alone with his father who did his greatest to keep Devan out of trouble and shape into a great man so that one day he would take over the business and make it better than ever. His father showered him with gifts at an early age and practically raised him to be entirely obedient and a respectable young boy. At the age of thirteen, Devan had been a model student attending a prestigious private middle school in Aberdeen known at Trinity Lutheran middle school. He mastered many of the skills taught there at the beginning of the school year but as he began to become more social his father feared that he would be influenced by his friends to make poor choices and Devans social life actually did display these actions his grades began to slip from A’s to B’s and then even as far as D’s and C’s. Devan’s father withdrew him from the school and hired a private teacher to teach Devan all he needed to know about business and the profession that his father was in. Devan had not been too happy with this but due to his early conditioning, every bone in his body, every fiber of his being screamed for him to obey, and so he did.
He continued to grow and learn the tricks of the trade as it were and became a fine asset to his father’s fortune as he began to work as a treasurer and manage the flow of funds. As the years passed, Devan turned twenty and his father had fallen gravely ill, but Devan had no time to grieve due to the Mega Corporation he had to run but during the small time he did have, he snuck to visit his father. Then finally the day had come, he had been contacted by the doctor in Intensive Care and was told of his father’s soon to be fate and he rushed over. As he ran to his father’s side the heart monitor had steadily been beeping faster and faster. He stood beside his father’s deathbed and kneeled grasping his hand as his father looked deep into Devan’s eyes and sputtered out the words that still ring in his head to this day, “Son, you have made an old man proud….carry on my legacy…” and then the heart monitor faded into a steady flat line. Devan simply bowed his head and balled his fists tightly, hot tears streaming from his face to the hospital floor as all seemed to be enveloped in gray for him. In the three years that followed, Devan had grown weary of his job as the CEO of his late father’s business and chose a predecessor to take his place when he retired.
The day had been long and dull for him; it was finally his last day within the halls of the corporation his father built from the ground as he was to hand it over to more able hands, as he was about to sign the contract that legally gave the business up, everything went wrong. Portals began to open around Aberdeen and made headline news as creatures of unimaginable proportions and variety flowed onto Earth from a place unknown and began killing everything in their wake, giant three legged tan creatures strode about that leveled entire buildings and smaller blue ones hunted people down like animals shooting explosive projectiles about. As Devan watched from the top floor of his building, the TV behind him went an about an alien invasion and the horrors being witnessed on the streets. He was rushed to safety by security and ran to the city outskirts to escape the violence; the city was enveloped in complete pandemonium as the screams, gun fire and explosions echoed for miles. Eventually after a long time of running, fate caught up with Devan as he was captured! He was shipped to City 45 where he was expected to live and be a model citizen and do as told, of course this came natural to him as it was how he was raised to be from the beginning. He always did what CCA units told him to do and did much to help the Union from cleaning to reporting anti-civil propaganda and contraband and this eventually enabled him to go about collecting his valued loyalist points. The day came that he was cleaning the Nexus entrance pillars and after much hard work he got them to shine, where a unit came out and nodded and told him to apply in the usual heavily vocoded voice in which Devan complied. “One loyalist point added, citizen.” The unit called and then looked closely at his datapad to see Devan had achieved five points and dug in his satchel to pull out a loyalist band and gave it to Devan saying, “Wear it with pride.” Devan smiled and fastened the band to his right leg, he decided to submit his application first thing in the morning to further help the Union. Finally, he had found purpose again!

5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
Yes I have, APEX-01.211 is not removed she is still as alive as ever, I simply am character whore who wants another unit to go NOVA but doesn't want my only unit to go back to being oh-four.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
Since my seventh grade year, I'm in ninth now.

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
Since my eighth grade year.

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
Since August I'm pretty sure.

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

5. In what country do you live?
United States of America

6. How old are you?
15

7. What’s your most memorable quality RP experience?
By far my most memorable RP experiance is between an experiance I had here in our very own Catalyst-Gaming and one I had in NecropolisRP. The one in Catalyst was when I was on 211 and we had a report of a homocide in the UCH, I had two recruits patroling with me at the time and we answered, reporting it to the HC. Long story short, the murderer was a homocidal 10-103M who cut a man in half, wrote demonic symbols on the wall in the mans blood and was crawling on the floor and stuff and screaming "DIE DIE DIE!" I was in the firing squad that amputated her and it. Was. Horrifying!





8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
I have to be, if not I get yelled at IRL. So yes.

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IC Section

Full Name: Devan McGullen
CID: 85326
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6 foot 0 inches
Hair Colour Dirty Blonde
Eye Colour: One eye green the other is blue
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 120
Mental Distinctions: Economical Mindset
Mental Defects: Still saddened by death of father
Mental Advantages: Knowledge of trading, sharp, sliver tongue, obedient
Notable Qualities: Willing to obey and serve the Union to the letter.


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
No sir, not once.

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
When ever distributed.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
Yes, the union is all I have left.

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, any wrong I or someone under my command does is entirely my fault.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
My life for the Union!

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
I have nothing else since my father died years ago, I want to be usefull again. I have always been a good man and one who listens to everything I am told to do. I want to use my skills that I have obtained over the years to help society, the Union, my fellow units, and humanity.


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

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Quote from: Teh Penguin on December 06, 2011, 08:17:16 PM

There was a army server based on openaura and I enjoyed it a lot, I only wish CG was in charge of it.

If its the one im thinking of it was called "Breaking point". The canon was that nuculear war or something happened, NATO vs Russia, apocalyptic feel to it.

This calls my attention.

Player Section

Steam Name: =ExG= Sexy Frog
Age: 15
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): I've been roleplaying since the 7th grade, im in 9th now.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Since my 8th grade year.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
Vortigaunt Slave (Conscript)

Name: Ilek'Omav
Age: 111
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Combine

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The Xenian day had been long and dull; Ilek’Omav had been assisting his kin in gathering sustenance to feed themselves along with the young. A gentle breeze rolled by signaling an invitation for the Vortigaunt foraging party to head back to their village and share their bountiful catch with the rest of the kin, they strolled back calmly but ever alert for impending dangers of antlion attacks and such. As they neared the village, the fungal growths flattening under their hooves the village young playfully made their way to the party making cheerful sounds that Vortigaunts make when ecstatic, one of the young being Ilek’Omav’s  daughter Deliel’Senhar. She approached her father daintily, a group of her kin behind her and called to Ilek’Omav cheerfully in their native language of Vortigese, “Doreki, Ilek’Omav den gong de gop darr!” To which Ilek’Omav let out a chuckle and greeted his daughter with love. Later that day, the village rejoiced as the foraging party had been particularly successful in bringing in food and they also celebrated the birth of one of the village female’s new child, whom was said to be a fine specimen and would master the power of vortessence brilliantly when his time to learn would arrive. All the Vortigaunts in the village danced gleefully in celebration, some chose to feast rather than dance but they participated either way. After a few moments in the celebration, Ilek’Omav departed to his hut for a moment as he felt something was a bit off, little did he know it was to become a night he’d never forget!
Little Deliel made her way home to look for her father who had left rather early for a reason unknown to find him upon the floor, meditating however looking rather troubled. “Ilek’Omav, den den okep diok?” Ilek’Omav opened his wide red eye and looked the Deliel’Senhar troubled and opened his mouth to say something but before a word was even uttered, Ilek’Omav felt as through his stomach turned upside down when a large black dot popped in the horizon and made the sound louder than anything he had heard before as the sky ripped asunder and flashed brightly, bathing everything in seemingly perpetual blinding light. Deliel’Senhar squeaked with fear as she clopped hurriedly to the safety of Ilek’Omav and he held her in a vain attempt to shield her. From the little he saw, there were things being uprooted and sucked into the rift, then came the shrieks of the village as they too began to be swept off the ground and captured by the light rift. Soon, the suction grew to a point where everything was being taken even Ilek’Omav and his daughter themselves as they were lifted off the ground. Deliel’Senhar squealed in fright and Ilek’Omav joined in at they were lifted to the sky carelessly. Then Xen was gone, and all was blank.
Ilek’Omav awoke to the sounds of gulls, heavy winds and crashing waves. His eyes slowly opened and he lifted his head puzzled as to where he was. Suddenly the memories of what happened dawned on him as his scrambled up and searched about wildly for Deliel’Senhar, only seeing the vast blue ocean on one side and unknown land on the other. He walked along the shore for a bit, in desperate search of his daughter to find her limp, half buried in the sand. He rushed to her side, dropping to his knees in horror, scooping his child in his arms and hung his head, was she dead? As he began to loose all hope, Deliel’Senhar gasped into liveliness, coughing and sputtering water and sand. Ilek’Omav’s face brightened, glad that his daughter was, for the most part, unharmed. They spent what seemed like years to them in hiding within the dense foliage of their environment, feeding primarily on the aquatic animals in the ocean and quickly found they were not alone there. Months passed and they discovered there was another species that walked up right just as they did but looked much different and were sentient. They did their best to avoid contact with these creatures and overheard some of what they spoke due to close calls, almost being detected when not paying attention while foraging or Deliel’Senhar straying too far. After weeks of hiding from the creatures, Ilek’Omav grew curious and decided he would try and study them a bit if he could. For several more months they stayed hidden, Ilek’Omav now studying the ways of the creature’s culture and tongue, even picking up on a bit of it himself. Ilek’Omav dubbed the creatures the name ‘Segoli’ as he did not know their true name were humans. Ilek’Omav was temped many times to reveal the existence of himself and his daughter to the Segoli’s as he felt it would benefit his and his daughters survival but always talked himself out of it, convinced it was a terrible idea. Then one day, their unannounced coexistence with the Segoli’s ended as quickly as it came…
The day had been particularly cooler than all the others, the airs tang of salt hung thick and bothered Ilek’Omav slightly but he dealt with it. He heard loud discharges in the distance and shrieks of Segoli’s, he instinctively picked up Deliel’Senhar and kept her close in case things became too dangerous and went in for exploration. What he found was total chaos, Segoli’s darted in all directions, their buildings on fire and many dead on the paths. Several creatures who seemed to have the figure of a Segoli but covered in armor, with strange masks, and large instruments that shot projectiles marched about, killing Segoli’s! Ilek’Omav looked on in horrific shock, covering Deliel’Senhar’s eyes. As Ilek’Omav looked on, a squad of armored Segoli’s noticed him looking on and charged after him. He was not prepared for a struggle and made a dash back to the ocean. As he ran, he tripped on a mangrove knee jutting from the ground and dropped Deliel’Senhar, she tumbled and cried out in fear as she was held at gunpoint by one of the armored Segoli’s. When Ilek’Omav recovered and saw the scene, anger boiled inside him. How dare this Segoli threaten his own flesh and blood! He channeled all his rage and anger into a large brightly shinning ball of electricity and placed both claws together, firing a concentrated blast of Vortessence at the Segoli. The Segoli fell over, its armor charred and a radio message emitted from its suit. But with the death of one, dozens swarmed the scene. They aimed their weapons menacingly at him and his daughter, whom was now in his arms again and he placed her down, raising his hands to the sky in surrender, signaling for his daughter to do the same. One Segoli approached and butted Ilek’Omav to the ground with the end of its weapon, to which Deliel’Senhar did not take lightly and bit the Segoli’s leg in vein defense of her father. The Segoli looked down malevolently and aimed for her. Ilek’Omav could only watch in agony as her blood sprayed on the sand and she collapsed to the floor. He looked up, his eyes burning with unfathomable rage, he began to rise but was butted again and he fell unconscious.
He awoke yet again, he could not tell where he was only that he was in motion. It was dark, cold and smelled like the musk of machinery. He tried to use his Vortessence to break free but he could not concentrate enough, it was odd, he was always able to use Vortessence. As he looked down slightly from the little wiggle room he has he could make out a waist belt and wrist bands on himself, he was now a prisoner….a slave to the Union…


What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
+ Sharpen my City passive RP ability
+ RP from a point of view other than citizen and CP
+ Can understand english to a degree
+ Can speak english sort of

Defects
- Can be beaten if a mistake if made or talks
- Not the best english speaker
- Chained up most of the time
- Tool of the Union
- Easily disposable

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to introduce a more passive roleplay segment into the daily routines of the CCA units so they may deploy Ilek'Omav and use him for cleaning the Nexus and around the city. If I talk or mess up, I will be beaten or yelled at and can even be executed depending on the severaity of my screw up. This charcter is a tool of the Univeral Union and nothing more, therefore he is treated like worse than garbage.

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

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
I currently have a free vort in outlands, a OTA unit, and a 01 CCA unit and can provide several people to confirm roleplay skills if that is an issue. I have learned much since my experiance with my last vort slave Renar'Kek and am willing to give it another shot and WILL do better.

Honestly, I think it's a stupendous idea. I don't know why nobody other than the purchase bros. never really bothered to make a HL2 movie. Even they, who spent money to do it, made it a short film like a couple minutes long. I'd love to see an actualy movie movie like a two hour one.

Player Section

Steam Name: =ExG= Sexy Frog
Age: 15
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game):  I've been roleplaying since the 7th grade, im in 9th now.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Since my 8th grade year.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
Vortigaunt outlands refugee




Name: Tekel'Pakem
Age: 85
Gender: Female
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The air was crisp and warm, the sun lazily beaming down over the outlands landscape. The vortigaunt known as Tekel’Pakem sat along the wall of the sewers, its muck smearing onto her back as two humans, both of which had weapons joined her. One was armed with an “MP7”, as the humans referred to it; she had blonde hair and green eyes and went by “The Rita”. While the other had nothing but a pipe, he had black hair and brown eyes and went by “The Eric” both of which were on the opposite wall from Tekel’Pakem looking about alertly for possible OTA. The female spoke up, her voice weary from a long days travel, “Now that we are finally in the safety of the sewers, Tekel, why not tell us how you ended up here? You know, in outlands…” The Eric nodded in agreement to her statement and said curiously, “Please do!” Tekel’Pakem looked at the too, her large round eyes darting about thoughtfully, as the noise of choppers rang about in the distance, “Very well, Tekel’Pakem have grown to trust the humans. Listen, for Tekel’Pakem shall only tell tale once and once alone.” She looked down into the murky sewage water and began, “Once, long ago Tekel’Pakem came from border world known to the humans as, Xen-” Her tale of how she came to be of this world had begun.
“Tekel’Pakem was there, her kin and Tekel’Pakem, we been awaiting the Renar’kek’s ritual, as the Renar’kek choose extend training and study our kin’s not well past. We, one of few peaceful tribes of Xen, and this was before time that Tekel’Pakem spoke your “English”, so expect Vortigese, Tekel’Pakem’s native language. As Tekel’Pakem was telling, yes, we were awaiting the Ranar’Kek’s ritual… the Denok’Alar gone to the Renar’kek’s hut to call him over for ritual in most befitting wear. We been waiting this moment for several decades, the Denok’Alar had returned with the Renar’kek and they strode to ritual grounds proud, all our kin watched on with glee and all proud!  The Denok’Alar had begun saying words of our people; Tekel’Pakem still remembers exact words the Denok’Alar spoke, even now. “Gala gol, henok gong tar amak, Dagok atag ga magoi-” The Denok’Alar had cut off when great tear scratched sky. Tear opened swiftly and showed image, like of world Tekel’Pakem never seen, many kin of Tekel’Pakem’s scattered, fearful. Tekel’Pakem, like most, joined panic and began to flee as rift began to absorb all in path! Tear lifted tightly rooted Xen plants and fungus from right under hoof, Tekel’Pakem had seen the Renar’kek holding plants and onto the Denok’Alar, after they too, swallowed by the abyss. Tekel’Pakem ran but not make very far as Tekel’Pakem had begun lifting off of ground, Tekel’Pakem tried to hang to anything she set claw on, but to no use! Tekel’Pakem had been sent skyward into tear and last memory Tekel’Pakem have of her home world was shrieks and vision of villagers fleeing or lifting away with her.” Tekel’Pakem looked up focused, her eyes became blurry; and then without warning, she realized her eyes had begun to leak. She lifted her arm and wiped at the tears and looked back to the humans whom had looks of sorrow and sympathy upon their faces. “No pity Tekel’Pakem; she not need the humans attempt for sympathy. You want listen, and so Tekel’Pakem tell.” She looked to the water again and begun recalling her tale once more.
“First memory Tekel’Pakem had of planet she on now, was of her falling great distance from unknown height, her eyes little blinded by rushing gusts of wind but Tekel’Pakem was able make out tall, curious flora. All green and Tekel’Pakem kept falling, she fell until she landed in one of tall, wood creatures the humans call, “trees”. Tekel’Pakem fell into tree, hitting many limbs on way down but Tekel’Pakem managed landing onto lush green ground without serious injury. However, hitting ground, Tekel’Pakem had fallen unconscious. When she had woken, there was not much about, lush green trees and grass only. Tekel’Pakem gotten to her hooves and limping in random direction, soon meeting rather….unfriendly creature. It was creature Tekel’Pakem had never laid eyes on, nothing same compared to those of Xen, was of color yellow with odd black spots and bellowed its attack call fiercely, though Tekel’Pakem cannot recall name it-” Tekel’Pakem was interrupted by the Rita as she said, “I’m quite sure that was a Jaguar…they were beautiful animals. Actually quite-” The Rita had stopped mid-sentence as she saw Tekel’Pakem glaring at her angrily and stuttered, “Uh…s-sorry…” Tekel’Pakem nodded her thanks and began again, “As Tekel’Pakem had been saying, this “Jaguar” as the Rita say uttered  fierce roar and jumped at Tekel’Pakem, she been wounded at time and was knocked off her hooves as it tried to slash at her, luckily for Tekel’Pakem she had heard call of her kin as they rushed Tekel’Pakem’s aid! They charged green powers of Vortessence and shot them at creature. It feel aside, limp with large scorch where blow had hit. Tekel’Pakem lifted herself and held her side as the kin rushed to her saying, “Togel den awak, golek gullam?” Tekel’Pakem simply replied, “Togek, regok Tekel’Pakem.” Tekel’Pakem’s kin landed in lands several hours ahead of her and created small camp not far from where she had been. Tekel’Pakem was able, with help of her kin to get to camp, where the kin used their Vortessence to areas of her injuries order for healing.  We stayed put many days, hidden away from sight and surviving off of unknown plants and animals, when peace we had kept for small amount of time undone as the “Combine” began to invade! They fired, left and right killing most of Tekel’Pakem’s kin as we fled through trees, a small amount of us lived but those who did such as Tekel’Pakem forced to slavery as what Combine called, “Conscripts”. At this point Tekel’Pakem still knew little to no English, the bit she did know was what Combine said over communication devices. Soon, we arrive to “City 45” Tekel’Pakem and her kin met up with others her kind within confides of, “Nexus”; however, we was under constant watch. Eventually, Tekel’Pakem’s kin and herself managed to take moment to speak with others and we learned of Vortigaunt who been killed for fiddling with Combine machinery. It was then that Tekel’Pakem was told of name and she fell into depression for several month as was her kin, the Renar’kek had perished and that when Tekel’Pakem decided to learn the English, where she excelled at the tongue rather swiftly,  the humans use constant. In the midst of Tekel’Pakem’s depression, she been released from holding by unit as they took her out to clean city; it there Tekel’Pakem met the humans as the humans attacked officer before he call for help. The Rita took units instrument of death and the Eric dealt unit great damage with pipe.” Tekel’Pakem ended her story with a sigh.
The humans nodded understandingly as they too peered into the murky waters of the canal. The humming of chopper propellers suddenly grew much louder and swifter, as a helicopter which at first appeared as a dot in the horizon and then began to grow and grow until it was too near for comfort! The trio shot up alarmed, “Run, humans! Run!” hissed Tekel’Pakem as her hooves clopped on the ground from trotting deeper into the darkness of the sewer, The Rita and the Eric following at her heels, they managed to escape, but were certainly not free....



What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
+ Can speak Vortigese fluently
+ Can use Vortessence
+ Does know some English


Defects
- Huge target of OTA forces
- Over usage of Vortessence can cause her to faint
- On the run, and tries to avoid contact
- Her English is not at it's best and she refers to herself in third person




What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Become more active in the outlands server than I have been in the past and try to bring as much interesting roleplay into this server as it's population has been dwindling. I hope to lead people who walk the path of IC evil to the path of good and teach them from their errors.



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):
 I have done much reading on the Vortigaunt canon since my incident with my Vort slave and now, I truly believe I'm ready. I have asked Lewis to review my backstory before submitting it to make sure it was good enough and he said it was, I even contacted Teh Penguin, though he has not responded, I will tell you what he said when he does check it out. I think I have gotten better, not only have I been looking at the history but I've also carefully been watching how the Vorts in Outlands roleplay and how they speak. I believe I captured this in my backstory as best as I possibly could. Also, incase nobody noticed, I tied Tekel'Pakem's backstory in with Renar'Kek's (my vort slave) so I thought it was a neat touch. If my roleplay skills are in question I can provide multiple people who can confirm them for me, though I would imagine I'd have to be atleast somewhat of a good RPer to have an 01 APEX unit and bother applying for OTA as well as Vort a second time.

Entry 1

I ain’t been more banged up in all my life. My hand writin’ ain’t the prettiest, but I reckon it’ll do, I mean I do got my left hand pretty bruised ‘nd that’s my writin’ hand. Anyways, this is my first entry seein’ as I decided to write what’s been goin’ on lately I might as well start from the beginin’. The name’s Christian Langley, I’m from Gallaway, Tennessee I went on a trip to Amsterdam with my girlfriend of two years, Joice Ann, she used to call me “Felix” when we was kids and the name just kinda stuck, god I loved that woman. Then after some of them portal storms started goin’ off left ‘nd right we hid. Eventually, there was nothin’ but gunfire and explosions, wasn’t pretty. We were forced outta where we’d been hidin’ and had to run for it. Joice…..she didn’t even much make it down the street….took a shot to the back with somethin’…..she…told me to keep on runnin’ ‘fore she closed her eyes for good. I just kept goin’. I eventually got myself caught and shipped to City 18. That place was a grade A shit hole, lemme tell ya’, it was dark all the time, folks there were as thin as a damn stick and that’s bein’ kind ‘bout it; I had finaly got myself there and it ain’t take me long to decide it wasn’t the place for me. Ain’t take me long to make a friend who felt the same way, neither. We got ourselves some supplies from couple places here and there and ‘ventually made our way the hell outta there. Ya’ see, my “friend” who I had made in C18 was a downright bastard, I trusted that son bitch and he tried cutting me loose when we was half way outta the city by tryin’ me to a pipe while we was sleepin’. It’s a good thing Christian don’t trust nobody no more, not after Joice, so I had woke up when he touched by hand to see that fucker with a zip tie tryin’ to tie me to the pipe stickin’ outta the wall and I kicked his ass and left him tied down instead. I ‘member when I was almost outta the city I heard a pistol go off, figured that was him gettin’ what he deserved.
Anyways, I made it here to “outlands” as folks call it and wondered about. I met up with a few folk from other cities like city 11; they’re borin' as fuck lemme tell you. Anyways, it took me weeks but after lookin’ in a random tanker I found a combine sniper, Couldn’t believe my eyes! I took it ‘nd it intimidated the hell outta people, it was awesome. It was ‘round there that I got it taken by an OTA, scariest shit ever to have them right behind you. Funny thing was….he was off….he treated me like a damn civil protection would, just told me to face the wall ‘nd tied me ‘nd took only the sniper. I was freakin’ out but he turned out to be pretty good. He gave me a MP7 with five carts o’ ammo and told me to beat it. I ain’t ask no questions really, just thanked ‘em and went on my way till I met a vort in a lab coat. Strangest shit I ever saw, a vort bein’ first and a vort IN A LAB COAT another. He was called “Hotar”, smartest vort I ever known, he always called me “the Felix” ‘nd at one point me, and another fella’ who I can’t quite remember went to a rock near roadside. Hotar did somethin’ that he made me promise never to tell no one no how, even though he’s…..dead….I don’t plan on breakin’ that promise here.  Skipin’ on a head more recently, I had woken up and started walkin’ ‘bout with my SMG near the OTA base, I was ‘bout to cross to the side with the office buildin’ when I came across this girl with a shotty. I got one too, but it looked like hers had some ammo in it, which kinda worried me cause all I had left in my MP7 was one last clip ‘nd I didn’t wanna go wastin’ it. Luckily for me, she turned out friendly….we talked for ‘bout a good solid minute ‘till somethin’ started scratchin’ at the door and grumblin’. We took aim at the door and we told me to shoot when she opened. She opened and I took aim but there wasn’t nothin’ out there. I walked out to take a look and got tackled by a fast fuckin’ zombie, if that wasn’t bad enough, the bitch with the shotgun closed the door behind me and took off! I kicked it off ‘nd started runnin’ up the street and radioin’ for help but it took me down again and started slashin’ at my back, I guess my screamin’ must’ve made her feel bad cause the girl came right on back and killed it, helpin’ me up. She took me to roadside and we met up with a vort ‘nd a group o’ people, I just went inside and some girl followed me. They were out there talkin’ crap ‘nd fightin’ while I slowly bled to death. The girl inside started talkin’ to me and said I look like her brother or somethin’ right ‘bout the time I started turnin’ pale from blood loss. I fell over and she just ignored me and fuckin’ walked over me! I had to drag myself after her just for the vort to notice me ‘fore I passed out. Long story short, the vort “Vek” patched me up pretty good ‘nd then the girls started touchin’ and feedin’ Vek which was……pretty weird. Then….outta the blue a portal storm came outta no where! We was in roadside at the time and well, it completely wrecked the place and sent me flyin’ into a canal where I crawled into a sewer from there and passed out.
Woke up the next day I think, to wander out of the sewer and find any survivors. Found the same girl who walked over me in roadside with Boone, apparently after I blacked out they found some dead OTA and looted ‘em, lucky bastards. Boone had a elite helmet and the chick who I eventually found out was named “Aadi” or “Sky-Light” as she prefers to be called, god knows why she prefers that fucked up name, kept goin’ to the treatment plant. I ain’t one to hold grudges no matter what so I forgave Aadi. Some weird shit happened including a random antlion exploding and hittin’ me in the face, giving human sex ed to Vek ‘nd finally, an OTA raid. We had Vek with us at the time ‘nd ‘bout three other folk. We heard a radio beep ‘nd we all scattered ‘nd dove behind crates Vek was lost for a sec and didn’t move, they broke open the doors and threw in a flash. They came in and made Vek get on the ground ‘nd kicked the crate I was behind, knocking me out AGAIN! I woke up and kicked the crate off me only to see a unit right in front of me with an AR2 pointed at Vek, he aimed at me and told me to face the wall. I thought I was done for, they were gonna kill me I thought, but apparently one o’ the people we had with us, “McDoughboy” is his last name, ‘least that’s what Aadi says, they took him out and I guess something happened with him that the unit guarding Vek left the room. We were alone, ‘nd there wasn’t no better chance to run. I checked the door to make sure the OTA wasn’t peekin’ and ran for the ladder to run through the back. Waited for Aadi and Vek with my MP7 out just in case; Aadi ran for her life and Vek lingered thinkin’ if he should try to help McDoughboy or not. I….had to convince him to leave ‘em…..there was no other way and so he agreed and we ran.
The End for now…