Hey guys, thanks for not telling me CG came back up with HL2RP, fuck yourselves.
Okay so anyway, City Administrators, simple system and rules to ensure more entertainment from Citizens, Anti-Citizens, CCA, and the Citizen Administrators themselves.
They should have more control over Overwatch, but not CCA. Consul should have the respect of a CmD. Administrator the respect of DvL. Councillor the respect of a OfC. Assistants the respect of the avg. Citizen.
They should be free, assistants should be able to freely leave the Nexus along with Councillors. CCA should escort him/her to their home at their discretion.
Administrators and Consul should command OTA. Not fully, like, breach that building, but when it comes to escorts or visits to areas where OTA are around them.
Public visits should occur a tad bit more often. Just a tad and shouldn't be restricted so harshly against others.
Any other suggestions or questions/concerns feel free to post here.
This is a group surrounded by violence (within the rules of course) and greed, but we also enjoy the passive way of life. A brand new group that, if populated, will be very powerful and influential to others. We "fight for the people" and try our best to "help out" the community.
What we do
We do a number of things:
Raid
Mug in groups of 3-4
Kidnap government officals within reason
Grow in mass numbers
Provide Security to paying members
Remove the mayor from Office if he can't satisify the Economy and other issues (Over Taxation and banning the sale of weapons)
We smuggle in goods as well
Hold public events!
What about Government Positions?
If you're the mayor, then we shall form a council within the courtroom and discuss ways on how to...."Improve" the city. (You still have to follow the laws and rules OOCly. Which means no growing as/with mayor, no guns as mayor, etc.)
If you're an Officer of the Law, we'll leave you alone and we will cut all ties off until you quit your job, but if you stand in our way, we will not hesistate to kill you.
If you're a paramedic, then we'll treat you like a regular citizen.
If you're a firefighter, we'll leave you alone and cut off ties with you until you quit your job.
If you're a tow truck driver, we'll leave you alone and cutt off ties with you until you quit your job.
If you're a dispatcher/SS, we will not hesistate to kill you if you stand in our way of completeing an objective.
Founding: OOC
I was alone one day and saw all of these people, jiggling around tons of cash and I saw all of these vans and cars and said to myself, what if I make an org similar to Los Zetas? That would be pretty awesome, all I need is members and i'm set. But then, I soon remembered how hard that was due to all of these old orginizations coming back. Yet, I will try my best to at least get this thing started.
Founding: IC
"PEOPLE OF EVOCITY! The tyranical movements of our Government have allowed our mayor, to set taxes state wide and implace state AND County rules! This is unacceptable! These police officers don't even enforce the law upon the ones that break them, but they break their sticks on the back of innocents! The gangs here, can be well oiled to form a new Government! Give them a chance and let us talk to them! If they don't agree, then we'll have to talk with the sword instead of the pen!"
Members & Ranking Structure
President:
IC Authorizations-
Recruits/Enlists members
Gives Authorization for a raid
Calls for a mayoral "eviction"
Organizes growing meetings
Deals with Kidnapping deals and money handling
Consult Security Details
Lead a smuggle caravan
Hold Public Events
OOC Authorizations-
Can Accept/Deny Applications.
Can change/revoke rules.
Vice President:
IC Authorizations-
Recruits/Enlists members
Gives Authorization for a raid
Organizes growing meetings
Deals with Kidnapping deals and money handling
Consult Security Details
OOC Authorizations-
Can Accept/Deny Applications.
Commander:
IC Authorizations-
Gives Authorization for a raid
Organizes growing meetings
Deals with Kidnapping deals and money handling
Consult Security Details
Colonel:
IC Authorizations-
Organizes growing meetings
Deals with Kidnapping deals and money handling
Consult Security Details
Soldier(Advanced Grunt):
Participates in Raids
Provides Security for Growing Meetings
Provides Security for people who hire
Recruit(Basic Grunt)
Provides Security for Growing Meetings
Provides Security for people who hire
Roster
As I said before, this is a new organization, brand new. So I will need some new members soon.
President: Deolan DeFario|Kronos
Roles:
Will be updated once more members arrive.
Rules
You must always listen to your superior officers.
Do not fall out of your Authorization Range.
If you want to raid, advise your superior officer first.
ALWAYS mug/kidnap in groups. Never alone.
If you get banned from OCRP for RDM, then you get removed. Other offenses will be determined and a verdict will be given.
Punishments
First Offense: Warning
Second Offense: Removal from group activities
Third Offense: Finanical Compensation paid by member.
Fourth Offense: Group Beating
Fifth Offense: Removal followed by a firing squad.
Applications!
Probably the most important thing on this entire post.
Citizen Identification Number:N/A. Physical Description: A large and heftly built African American Male|White & Brown Beard(Newly Grown)|Darkened Skin Tone Gender/sex: Male Age: 32 Before official and/or unofficial faction: Resistance Group After official and/or unofficial faction: "Unknown"(Dark Knights) Country originated from: Houston, Texas Current location: Ineu Valley Accent: American Ghetto
Hair color: Black Eye color: Brown Sexuality: Straight Face marks: (i.e. scratches, bruises, scars): One small cut on his arm Hair design: (short cutted, ponytail, etc): Flat with slight waves.
Mental good and/or bad skills:
Mental strong points:
-Hidden Strategical Ability -Persuasive -Charismatic -Calm (Most of the time)
Mental disadvantages:
-Liar -Cruelty towards strangers -Biased -Anxiety during Combat -Poor knowledge of recent events
Physical good and/or bad skills:
Physical strong points:
-Large Muscular Build -Relentless -Creative towards Combat
Physical disadvantages:
-Asthma -Non-Agile -No real H2H skills
Character look-a-like image:
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Character fitting music and/or song:
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Head: Universal Fit Beanie Torso: Blue Prison shirt with a White Undershirt Front of the torso: Kevlar pockets filled with nothing. Arms: Rolled up blue prison sleeves Hands: Black Hands Legs: Tactical Prison Guard Pants Feet: Tactical Prison Guard Boots
Weaponry: A 6" Tactical Knife and one Ar2. Equipment: N/A. Known authorized items: Riot Kevlar|Tactical Knife|Black Tactical Boots|
Extra Notes: This guy is just another thought that was developed one boring night.
The Ministry of Freedom is a divison within the City Administraton Board (CAB) that interacts and cooperates with mainly Organizers and certain members of the Civil Workers Union. We formulate plans to assist the Civil Workers Union and Citizens as well. We organize events with the CWU and hold meetings with them on how to either better the CWU and improve on any imperfections spotted or to better the CWU's affectivness with Citizen interations and Buisness.
Objectives:
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-Express importance of Civil Workers Union -Introduce a new look to the Civil Workers Union for Citizens to become attracted to -Express how the Civil Workers Union assists in daily living -Discuss Civil Workers Union and Union Watch joint operations.
Projects:
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-Revitalization of the Newspaper project -Assisting Caldwell in the Library Project -CWU and Union Watch Printing Press
Directives:
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-Formulate plans with CWU Organizers or CWU Divison Leads -Decide on final mandate -Choose a date of completion -Address Citizens via Broadcast System -Optional: Make a public appearence during the unveiling of public projects with CWU Organizers or CWU Divison Leads (With the proper permissions/authorizations/security)
Speeches & Announcements:
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-No Records
Member Notice Board:
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NOTICE: To the doctors who join, please record your speeches and give them a title. If they are important, mark your records with the word IMPORTANT in red bolded pen and if they are the standard morale boosting speech, mark it as STANDARD in green bolded pen. It will be recorded and the title of your speech will be recorded under speeches and announcenments. If your speeches were falsely marked as important, they will be ignored and the mark placed will be struck through.
NOTICE: Projects must be suggested and must go through the Director of Freedom or the Consul for review and approval. You will notice if its been approved by the large bolded green text that reads APPROVED at the bottom of the project proposal. You will notice if the project has been denied by the large bolded red text reading DENIED at the bottom of the project proposal. The project will be under delgation if there is a large bolded blue text reading PENDING at the bottom of the project proposal.
Out of Character for OOC:
Please post your profiles in this thread if you have joined the Ministry the Freedom.
And please follow the format below for speeches. Profiles are basically copied/moved to this area.
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 3-4 years (?)
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2-3 years (?)
Character Section
Authorization(s): 1 Glock Model 17 1 Standard Issue Riot Kevlar (Prison Guard) 1 Blue Jumpsuit 1 Tactical Knife Crip Gang Knowledge
Name: Laurence Black
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Rebellious
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The Days
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“Aye yo Daryl, you got some cash bruh?” asked Laurence.
“Yea man, got forty” said Daryl.
“Ight dog, let’s bounce to Donald’s bruh” said Laurence.
“Ight man” said Daryl.
The two then swiftly lifted their bodies off the hot Texan concrete, walking towards the heat emitting street. Their blue sneakers and blue tank- top t-shirt blaze in the sun, sweat gathered on their backs. Their bandanas hung out of their sagging pants, blue boxers following. Laurence, a six foot and deeply darkened skin male who’s muscular structure is advanced, but is not superior to all. His arrogance knows no bounds and his ignorance to the safety of others surpasses all. Without his gang at his side, Laurence would be dead or in Prison serving a death sentence. Either way, his life would’ve ended long before he would expect it to. But he still stands, walking beside his greatest ally in the hot Texas sun in a neighborhood filled with gangs.
“Damn mane, it’s hot as fuck” said Laurence.
“I know bruh, we gotta keep this game up so we can get some wheels” said Daryl.
“Yea man, paint ‘dat shit blue ‘n black. Oo boy you got a hot ass ride right there!” exclaimed Laurence.
Daryl nodded, and smiled in the bright Texas sun as they both continued onwards down the street to McDonalds. The two looked to their right and fixed their eyes on a small group of white males who bore swastika tattoos and SS letters on their forearms and hands. The white males glared at the two with wide, devilish grins. Daryl and Laurence slightly curled their fists and continued to stare at the white males. In an act of patience Daryl grabbed Laurence’s shoulder reassuringly. Daryl then leans in close to Laurence and began to whisper into his ear.
“Aye mane, don’t worry ‘bout dem. They just ignant.”
Laurence soon nodded and faced forward whilst continuing his walk towards McDonalds. As they walked towards the end of the street, they spotted an old prostitute whose clothing was tattered and worn. She then spotted Daryl and Laurence, whom of which quickly turned away from the woman. The prostitute sped walked over to the two with her purse by her side. When she was five feet away from the two, she then yelled,
“Hey boys! This pussy needs some tenderin’! I know yawls want to beat it up!”
Laurence looked towards Daryl with a curved mouth, his eyebrow raised and his face displaying a sign of awkwardness and discomfort. Dante looked back towards Laurence with the same expression. They then turn their expression back towards the prostitute, whose hair was mangled and teeth missing whilst rotting. Her eyes were yellowed and her wrinkled skin was heavily ashy. The two involuntarily cringed at the old prostitute and stepped back two steps. Laurence then said,
“Nah, we good. We jus’ gon’ get somethin’ to eat.”
The prostitute then widened her grin and casually stepped forward towards the two males. She then leaned forward and kept her chest up in an attempt to expose her sagging breast. She said,
“Mhm. I got somethin’ you can eat!”
The two males then cocked back their heads and quickly faced towards the crossroad. Luckily the electric sign displayed “WALK” and the two sped walked across the white painted road. The prostitute still yelled at them as they walked at an even quicker pace. Her words were uncomprehend-able and slurred, so the two simply continued to ignore her. Soon enough, she walked away down the street still muttering slurred phrases. The two finally reached the fast food restaurant called McDonalds and walked inside as they basked in its cool air conditioned atmosphere. The two then fashionably walked up to the counter, their blue attire still heavily revealing. The cashier, a young African American woman who looked to be in her mid-20’s, looked at the two males with slight concern. She swallowed her fears and courageously asked the two males…..
“Hi, welcome to McDonalds what can I get you?”
Laurence stepped up to the counter and placed his hands near the cash register while he playful said,
“Ha, girl I ain’t gonna do nothin’ to ya. I just wanna Big Mac meal wit’ extra onions and extra sauce.”
The Cashier gave an embarrassed smile and nodded as she went to the back and spoke to the cook. Laurence then asked Daryl,
“You want somethin’ from here mane?”
Daryl simply shook his head with his bottom lip poked out and dug his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a crisp, fresh twenty dollar bill and handed it outwards to Laurence. He took the money and nodded to him as he turned back towards the Cash Register. He noticed the female was still talking to the cook, so he gave a small smile and leaned forward and placed his hand on the “Eject” button of the cash register. He then pressed down on the button and let the bottom of the cash register open. The woman whipped around on the edge of her heels and stared dead into the eyes of Laurence. He then placed the twenty into the cash register sloppily and slammed it shut, all while looking at the young female Cashier. He then said with slight laughter,
“Keep the change.”
The Cashier continued to look at him with astonishment while automatically walking towards the cash register. She soon snapped out of her trance towards Laurence and attempted to continue her work, still dumbfounded at the situation that had occurred. A McDonald’s employee came from the back with a bag in hand and placed it on the counter whilst he shouted,
“Order 66!”
Laurence gave an upwards nod to the male and walked towards the counter and reached for his bag. He grabbed the top and the empty cup placed beside it. He placed the cup underneath the ice machine in the center of the soda machine and compressed on the lever as he watched the ice spill into the cup. Laurence then browsed the selection of soft drinks and juices carefully. He chose a Sprite and Fruitopia mix and slowly shook the cup around to carefully mix the reddish drink completely. He reached for a lid and grabbed the medium sized lids to match the width of the top of the cup. He pressed down on the lid and sealed it around the lid of the cup while he stuck the straw into the small opening on the top of the lid. He wrapped his lips around the straw and sucked the sweet liquid into his throat while he looked at Dante. He then released his lips from the straw and asked him,
“You ready bruh?”
Daryl then said,
“Pssh, let’s get the fuck outta here.” Laurence nodded and proceeded to exit the store behind Daryl, both walking down the street of which they were just at. As they continued, they noticed that the hooker was talking with another patron in a black pick-up truck. The two slightly laughed and continued onwards down the street and passed into their gang’s territory. They noticed the blue graffiti markings on the local shop walls and the blue stars sprayed poorly on traffic signs. They both laughed moderately as they continued down the street, food in hand. Laurence then looked to his left and noticed that only two of the swastika bearing men, yet the two men held up a devilish smile as the two continued down the street. Instead of letting Laurence and Dante walk down the street peacefully, the two heavily tattooed males sauntered in front of them and boasted their decently sized chest in front of the Laurence and Dante. They mockingly said,
“What is up home boys? Where y’all headed to?”
Laurence curled his bottom lip in slightly and squinted his eyes down at the man he towered over, his large chest boasted towards the man’s neck. He then said,
“None of your motherfuckin’ business.”
The white male looked at Laurence with his eyes squinted and his jaw moving as if he was chewing on a tobacco wad. He then spat on the ground, merely inches away from Laurence’s feet. He glanced at the McDonalds bag for a second and then fixated his focus back onto Laurence’s meaty neck and chest. The white male then attempted to smack the bag of food from Laurence’s hand. The force from his hand caused his middle finger to rupture the bag which caused a hole to form, thus emptying the contents of the bag onto the street corner. Laurence looked down towards the spilled food and calmly let go of the top of the bag. It floated with the wind into the middle of the street followed by the scattered Big Mac burger and French Fries. Laurence took one deep breath in and one deep exhale. He then calmly said,
“Well, we can talk about this in the Alley over there.”
Laurence pointed towards a long, deep alley located to their left. The white male continued to look downwards to it with a large smile and soon walked down the alley with his companion close behind him whilst looking back at Laurence. Laurence transfixed his focus from the alley to the man’s eyes within seconds. He stopped pointing and followed behind the two white males, Daryl close behind him. As the two pairs progressed, Laurence spotted a trash can with its lid slightly ajar. He silently maneuvered his hand over the handle and carefully lifted it from the can. He walked up close behind the boasting white male and as soon as he turned around, Laurence smashed the can into his temple. Daryl soon sprinted and charged towards the second male, pinning him against the wall. Laurence threw a couple punches towards the disoriented white male and threw him towards the ground. Daryl received a hit to the jaw from the second white male and fell to the ground. The second white male positioned himself on top of Daryl and placed his knee on his neck. Laurence turned around and saw that Daryl was in distress. He then reached for his concealed weapon that was hidden in the waistband of his pants under his shirt since the morning. He placed it on the neck of the white male on top of Daryl and placed his finger on the trigger. He sternly said,
“Get off.”
The white male slowly raised his hands and stood up to his feet while he faced away from Laurence. While Laurence focused on the second white male, the first white male started making a mad dash away from Laurence and Daryl. He made it all the way to the other end of the alley way and turned right, disappearing from view. Laurence then removed the gun from the white male’s neck and pointed it towards the air. He compressed the trigger twice quickly and fired off two booming shots into the air while he pushed the white male away from himself and Daryl. The white male then seized the opportunity and made a quick dash across the street. Laurence extended his hand while looking downwards towards Daryl. Daryl shamefully looked up towards Laurence and grabbed hold of his hand. Laurence pulled Daryl up towards him and brushed the dirt off of his back. In the distance, sirens could be heard along with tires squealing along the black tarmac. The two then quickly ran towards the opposite direction of the sound, but the attempt was soon failed as a police cruiser pulled up and blocked the other entrance of the alley. Two officers busted out of the cruiser with their weapons in hand while they shouted,
“Hands in the air! Now!”
That Change
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The Texas State Penitentiary, the pen, the big house, prison. It comes in different names, but serves the same purpose, similar to that of the Christian deity of evil, Satan. It is a bad place, like Satan is a bad deity. It holds in those who have mistaken and punishes them with guards….or with the prisoners themselves, just like hell. Sooner or later, Laurence will find out how close this connection will be.
The Judge in the silent courtroom suddenly slammed his gavel and then brought a small stack of papers from a tray next to his desk to his sight and laid them in front of him. He applied his reading glasses from around his neck and slowly opened his mouth. He wet his lips one last time and said,
“Laurence Black. On the date of July the first, you are hereby found guilty on one count of Unlawful Possession of an Unlicensed Legal Firearm, one count of Possession of an illegal substance with intent to distribute, and one count of Unlawful discharge of a legal weapon. You are sentenced to two years and six months in prison with the possibility of parole.”
Laurence, shackled around his wrists and ankles connected by a single chain that runs down his orange jumpsuit, looked down and slowly shook his head. The guards then grabbed both of his arms and began to walk him towards the door located to the right of the judge’s desk. As he walked, he looked over his shoulder only to see his sister’s face covered by her hands as tears streamed down her chocolate cheeks. He quickly turned around and faced back towards the door as it is opened by a third guard. He stepped inside of the pale corridor with holding cells on both sides and he briefly looked towards Daryl who was located on the holding cell to his right. He then slowly shook his head towards him and faced forward once more. They continued to walk down the depressive hallway and came unto a heavily metal plated door. The guards whispered in a low tone into their radios briefly, then switched their radios off. The door then slowly opened and revealed a place lined with armor plated tan doors that had what appeared to be shatter proof glass near the top. As they walked forward, they suddenly jerked Laurence to the right and escorted him down the jail cell lined walk way. The two guards then stopped in front of an empty jail cell. The guard to Laurence’s right then leans forward slightly towards his ear and whispers,
"You got lucky. Usually there are more than two to a cell here.”
The two guards then pulled out their handcuff release keys and un-cuffed his ankles and removed the chain linking cuffed wrists to his now un-cuffed ankles. Laurence ignored the male and simply went inside of his new cell. He heard the doors close behind him and he calmly placed his wrists on the edge of a latch located a couple inches below the window on the door. He knocked on it with his right index finger and the guards set their keys inside of the slot. They opened the latch and grabbed hold of Laurence’s wrist with force. Laurence slightly cringed as they grabbed his wrists, but his face soon relaxed as they slid the key into the handcuff key hole. His cuffs jolted open and slid off of his wrist. Cool air beat against his reddened wrist and Laurence sighed with slight relief. The guards then quickly slammed the latch shut and stuffed their iron keys into the key hole. Laurence closed his eyes as the guards lock the latch. He then slowly sat on his bed and began to lean back towards the pillow. He rolled his covered eyes towards the back of his head and drifted onwards to what seemed to be an eternal slumber.
Forever
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Eleven months pass as Laurence remains in the lonesome Prison filled with convicts and low lives. His emotional balance has become flawed as he witnessed the multiple assaults, murders, rapes, and acts of corruption in the prison. Yet, he covered it without letting a single fraction of it be shown. How did he cover it? He was the main cause of it. He did not like what he did, but to avoid being the victim, he had to do it. It was kill or be killed in the Prison, and it was slowly beginning to transform Laurence’s normal state of mind. He no longer spoke with street lingo, but that of an educated man. His personality became more charismatic as he rallied people together under one belief through manipulation. He would promise one group one thing whilst giving them something similar. He was changing. He was changing to someone that he’s never met before. And what of Daryl you ask? Well, how else would he gain the trust of the prison cell members but to end a snitch? His friend’s blood may have been on his hands, but it meant nothing to him for he has one friend that means more to him than his own prison reputation, and prison reputation means the possibility of living through your jail sentence. That young man’s name is Dante, but he’s nowhere in sight and Laurence would need him more than ever in this situation. But that prayer won’t be answer this day, or for those to come…..until the day that it happened. The change, the signal of our greatest fear.
A loud and thunderous sound that shook the ground of Laurence’s cell erupted from the back of the prison. A loud alarm followed by the jail cell doors sliding open on electronic motors came with the explosion. Laurence jumped from his cot while rubbing his eyes from a restless sleep and immediately ran out of his cell only to see utter chaos at its fullest. With hazy sight, he saw a sea of orange moving about the bottom floor of the jail, engulfing tables and chairs. It was nothing but a swarm of people climbing and crushing each other in an attempt to run towards the now wide open doors that lead to freedom. Little did the frantic convicts know that something had been waiting for them outside of the prison, but that is for later on in the experience. Laurence saw an open opportunity for a quick escape and decided to run to his right down the empty walk way. He spotted a guard surrounded by a pool of blood. He was apparently stabbed to death along the facial region and neck region, mainly in the jugulars. The body was luckily fully clothed from head to toe, only missing what appeared to be a rifle as only a rifle strap remained around his chest. As Laurence moved towards the body, several shots rang out behind him from the bottom of the jail cell. The shots were most likely caused by the one who wields the security guard’s missing rifle, thought Laurence. He shrugged it off and continued to lean forward towards the security guard. He grabbed hold of the body and began to drag it to a check point towards the end of the prison. The Station door was wide open and he simply dragged the body in with him, his ass leading them into the room first. He shut the door with his left foot and dropped the body on the ground. He used his right hand and twisted the lock shut, only to look to his right on the table and spot a loaded Glock Model 17. He smiled briefly with both ends of his mouth reaching to his ears without a tooth showing. He quickly grabbed it and placed it on the side of his pants secured by his waistband. He then quickly unstrapped the Velcro strap Kevlar vest from the guard’s chest and slowly slid it above his arms and over his head. He then quickly slid it over his chest and grabbed hold of the pistol. A second thunderous boom was heard, but this time it was closer. Laurence knew he had only minimal time left, so he did the one thing he knew he would hate. He opened the door and poked his head out for around four seconds, and then he hastily brought it back in. He then raised the pistol out of the door and scurried to his left. He remained crouch as he made his way past the vast assortment of open jail door checkpoints. The lettering above one of the doors read “ISOLATION” as Laurence carefully sped through its entrance. He noticed on the ground floor there were “Punishment Cells” (which is prison lingo for “Isolation Cells”) lined along the wall with a sewer man hole like entrance. He then quickly sprinted towards the steps, only to stumble down them as another explosion occurred. This time, the rubble from the explosion flew from the hallway he had just come from. He then immediately rushed towards one of the slightly ajar manhole like cells and slid in, grabbing on to the sides of the entrance as he pulled it over himself. The cell was no wider than his shoulders and smelled of dust and urine. It was hell in its purest manifestation. He could see his own breath inside of the “Cell” as he attempted to calm his breathing. Another earth throbbing boom caused the solid concrete walls of his cell to shake. This time, heavy footsteps followed it. Laurence put his ear up to the man hole like cell and began to hear what sounded like distorted voice and radio feedback. He sank back into his hole silently and slowly in an attempt to make as little noise as possible. The sound of metal moving from empty spaces and being thrown onto the floor which made a sound similar to that of a manhole dropping on the ground echoed throughout the bottom floor of the jail cell. The sound began to get closer and closer and Laurence sank further and further into his cell. His heart raced as the sound began to slowly reach him. Finally, the last manhole was flung out of its original position. Laurence slowly closed his eyes as a single tear began to stream out of his eye. He placed his hands together with the palms connecting as he began to move them above his head. He then started to say silent prayers to himself reassuringly. He said,
“God, I know I’ve done some messed up things in the past. But can you forgive me? I only ask for you to forgive me. That is all I ask Father God. A…….Amen.”
He then opened his eyes with acceptance and exhaled deeply. Three thick gloved fingers dug their way into the holes of the manhole, nearly dwarfing the holes themselves. It began to lift and reveal the light onto his eyes. It blinded him, but he knew what was to come. The manhole then dropped suddenly whilst wobbling around the rim of the entrance and sent a high pitched ringing noise throughout the small shoulder width cell. Several close and large explosions occurred close to their general location. Laurence is stunned with shock and simply sits in the cell with his mouth gaped open. Several minutes passed and he once again closes his eyes, slipping into another deep sleep. As his eyes rested, he heard slight commotion above him. He then felt a lifting sensation around his shoulders and a rough sensation on his feet, as if being dragged. He then slightly opened his eyes to a hazy image of a slightly smoke and ash sky mixed with its natural baby blue color and white clouds. What appeared to be a human head hovered over him briefly as he heard a muffled voice say,
“He’s stable, take him to the Convoy. We’re heading back.”
Laurence then slightly raised his head and grabbed onto the man’s shoulder weakly. He pulled him down carefully towards his mouth saying,
“W-Where are we going?”
The man simply replied to Laurence, “This is a convoy; we’re taking you to Eastern Europe. It is far away from this place.” Laurence exhaled deeply and laid back on the back of a large pickup truck. Several engines roar through the air and the convoy filled with vehicles move forward through the now destroyed backlands of Houston and made their way towards the docks, which would only take around ten minutes.
Moments later, Laurence was awoken with a large splash of cold water that met his face with force and ran down his stomach. He quickly opened his eyes and gazed upon an open dock with the blue sky ahead of him and an olive green ocean below the pier. The man then said,
“C’mon, wake up. I have shit to tell you.”
Laurence remained silent and slowly sat up as he began to sit on the edge of the truck bed. The man then walked up a bit closer and opened his satchel. He revealed a small map containing multiple geographical outlooks and multiple hills and one gaping valley. The man then sternly pointed his finger onto the deep valley and said with a tough tone,
“You’ll be going there. Three men will guide you to the edge of it. When I mean the edge, I mean the edge. You’ll be able to see the occupation where you’re goin’ boyo.”
The man then pointed towards what appeared to be a small submarine and three men occupying the top of the submarine. All three were cladded down in black Kevlar and medium sized submachine guns. Laurence pushed himself off the truck bed, still slightly in shock from the sudden flash of water, and proceeded to walk towards them. The man quickly grabbed onto Laurence's shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. He then unholstered his dulled tactical knife and handed it handel side towards Laurence and nodded to him. He then continued onwards towards the group of males. As he proceeded, he looked over his shoulder at the man and put his index finger and his middle side by side in the air, splitting them off as he said,
“Deuces.”
He turned back and headed towards the submarine, of which will begin his true journey. His true destiny. His true future.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks +Protection due to Weapon Provided +Mild Protection due to Kevlar +Multiuse Tactical Knife +Crip Gang Knowledge serves as a slight strategic buffer.
Defects -Glock has minor ironsights misconfiguration. -Kevlar can only deflect 9mm's from mid-range to long-range -Tactical Knife is dull -Blue Jumpsuit attracts attention -Crip Gang Knowledge serves no real purpose when it comes to charasmatic behavior and social activity.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I will hopefully level out the field of white knights to dark knights and to provide a more realistic and difficult barrier to players who just arrived to the Outlands for the first time. I also hope to at least provide some type of competition for the cladded and heavily armored White Knights. Other details will not be released to prevent metagame.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Tray is making an auth that has IC ties to this one.
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional):
I have the go ahead from Stauta and Khubs to make an authorization for these items. Statua requested that if it is accepted, I have a USP Match that is on semi auto and that the Kevlar be Strictly IC.
This Guide should be short and sweet, nothing too hard to comprehend and understand.
WHITE KNIGHTS
White Knights are the main defense force against Crime RP (Mostly improper Crime RP) and OTA raids. White Knights do not have to bear the most powerful of weapons or wear the thickest of kevlar. They can be unarmed and weak refugees who wish to halt Crime RP and at least attempt to subdue an OTA raid. White Knights are often known for being these providers and players who will put their life on the line just for people to continue on with their lives. This is not the entire case. Some people can be White Knights and can still retreat when they feel like their own lives are being threatened. Also, another misconception amongst new players is that White Knights are fearless and shouldn't have to be afraid of anything if they carry kevlar and an Ar2, thus not following Fear RP. White Knights are armored and armed Refugees who have as many fears as the average refugee. They may not have many fears and may be brave, but when there is a big enough force (Most likely 2-4 OTA units depending on how heavily outfitted said White Knight is) they will become frightened and have to follow Fear RP. Then, another misconception is that White Knights are also willing to trade generously. Some White Knights are as greedy and gun tight as the next refugee who received a gun fresh from the crate. Others are willing to trade, but they will require hefty payment. And few (very few) are generous with their munitions.
Now, White Knights are not commonly oppressive and authoritative when they try to enforce saftey and prevent muggings across the Outlands. They can be, but it is a rare trait among them. They will, however, hunt down individuals who have caused enough problems and enough chaos to gain their attention.
I.E: One man shoots three people and rapes a young girl. A White Knight hears about this and hunts him down. Once the White Knight has found this man and has subdued him, he/she is presented with several choices, here are some common ones:
Let them live and Banish them from the Outlands
Execute them on the spot.
Exclude them from the Belles.
Take away all of their belongings and send them into the wilds of the Outlands
Etc.
The list could go on forever. But the basic explanation for this type of character, is the defensive character. They seek to defend, protect and control. Now, do not assume that just because someone is a White Knight, he/she can avoid having to RP being a survivalist. They are not Bear Grilles and automatically know how to live in the wild and survive under harsh conditions without authorizations.
DARK KNIGHTS
The Dark Knights are not commonly found in the Outlands (Mainly due to the large amount of White Knights), but hopefully this should change when the next map update. When most people think of Dark Knight, they think of....
Mugger Looter Constant Raider Fearless(Just like the White Knight) Evil
This is not the case. Most of those are things that White Knights are basically there to stop. In truth, Dark Knights are mainly Manipulatitive, Controlling, and at times very Solitary. Dark Knights do not have to carry around the biggest of weapons and the thickest of kevlar to be Dark Knights, although it would greatly increase the chances of a Dark Knight becoming a Dark Knight. The true purpose of a Dark Knight is to provide a rival for the White Knight instead of the day to day OTA raid and common Criminal fresh from the City looking to rape some girl. Dark Knights do not do petty crimes and most likely work alone. If they do form a group, then this group would include only those closest to the Dark Knight, to ensure that traitors do not end his/her life. Dark Knights are not commonly social and do not really open up to the public as often as White Knights do. Now, Dark Knights are not CONSTANTLY bad and evil. They do have a soft spot for the most part, as they are human as well. And they also have to follow Fear RP, just like the rest of us. If anything, most Dark Knights without weapons or muscle would be characterized as manipulative cowards. If a Dark Knight ever gains control of an area, said area would most likely resemble that of the oppresiveness of a City operated by the Union. It will not be exactly like it, but it will seem like it, only a tad bit worse. Sometimes, when they gain control of an area, it could turn into a base of operations. It all depends on what they feel and how they feel like their RP should be managed.
Dark Knights don't really enforce/break the rules when it's not needed. They're not rebels to flat out society and they do not commonly engage an OTA patrol, although they are more likely to use refugees as bait to do so. Most that are highly aggresive and will set up ambushes and fight in a guerilla style. They're only greedy and self-centered. Most of them care about themselves and are commonly selfish when it comes to supplies. Trading is mostly corrupt between them and it's highly discouraged as they will most likely kill you in the end, reaping the rewards of both ends.
Fear RP and Dark Knighting is hard to understand. Think of it this way, your life is run by anger, hate and fear. Your anger and hate is driven by fear. Think of fear as gas and your anger and hate as the engine and the car and your greatest fear as the flame. If the fuel is exposed, then the car can't run. If the fuel is exposed to the flame, then it explodes. When a Dark Knight's fear, or anyones fear is cut loose, that person will enable the fight or flight response. Flight only produces the result of life. Fight can make someone very drastic and can lead them to make very risky/ineffective decisions. So, they will have to follow Fear RP in order to have a common weakness. They are humans, just humans driven by the wrong influences.
Recently, a fantastic unit died in the line of duty during a suicide bombing. I just wanted to commermate his memory with this song. You were good 350, and you taught me well. I will try to fill your shoes in S4, support, NOVA Divison.
Steam Name:Kronos Age: 16 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 3-4 years (?) How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2-3 years (?)
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The Beginning
Spoiler for Hiden:
As most people would assume, Rex ‘Luco’ Vindicta is this horrible person. He was one of the many abominations that plague mankind and serve as an overall cancer to society. But this was only known to those who know him as Rex ‘Luco’ Vindicta. Before the war, Rex was not Rex. He had a loving family. One that was full of love and understanding, a rare trait amongst society. His wife, Sist Lamar was as pure as the water they drank from, only to be seeded with his own love. His loving daughter, Nebiena Lamar, was only at age twelve and was taking junior level High School Classes. And finally, his previous title which held so much meaning to him. His title was not of Rex ‘Luco’ Vindicta. But it was that of, Sast ‘Gatsby’ Lamar. It was a rare in his family line, a title that proved of success, innocence, purity, and honor. The small quiet town of Stara Zagora in Bulgaria was a peaceful community, one of simplicity and of prosperity. Everyone knew of Sast ‘Gatsby’ Lamar due to his generous outlook towards the community. He would always give to the people around him, care for those who needed it the most, and participated in community activities as a manager/task manager. Being the local doctor of the surrounding area, he would mainly care for those who didn’t have enough money or didn’t have any insurance to stay at a hospital. His home would serve as a first aid station for those in the town. Yet, it may not have been enough for them, and so negative energies grew inside the home. Slowly building up, leading to the grand climax.
“I don’t know what I can do for you Sergei. I’m not a man of diseases, only physical injuries”, said Sast.
“I’ve been in line for three hours and all you can do is shove a Popsicle stick in my mouth and say, I don’t know!? What kind of Doctor are you Sast!?” said Sergei.
“I’m not a physician, I’m a surgeon. You must learn the difference. I’m sorry I can’t help you”, declared Sast.
Sergei then gave a scornful look towards him, only saying “You didn’t try hard enough. Karma will come at you like a freight train kuska.”
Sast shook his head slowly and leaned back in his make shift stool with “Best Dad Ever” carved underneath it. Sergei curved his lips in slowly and slamed his hands onto the table, storming out of the home while slamming the door upon his exit. Sast sighed deeply and looked over to his left and reaching over for his journal. He began flipping the pages and grabbed his pencil.
“Things aren’t going as well as planned. My patients are growing ill. I do not know the cause nor do I know the reason why. This isn’t going to end well, not at all. My frustration, it affects me. I beg to my Lord, father and savior, that it doesn’t affect my daughter and my wife. The only two people I have left. I don’t want them to suffer from my hardships.”
He lifted his pencil from the paper, only to look up to his twelve year old daughter. Her hazel eyes mimic the complexion of her father’s brown eyes and her mother’s green-blue eyes. Her cheeks are defined and tanned-white. Her hair flows of dirty brown color and falls down past her shoulders, neatly tied into a flailed pony tail. She spoke with the softest of voices; a tender sound reached Sast’s ears,
“Dad, are your patients gone?”
He smiled widely, slightly chuckling and leaned forward and tenderly grabbed hold of her hand.
“Yes Nebiena, he is gone. What is it that you needed?”
His face is still maintained a figure of pure joy and happiness.
“I’ve been seeing these things in the sky Dad, they fly low and they don’t look like helicopters” she said.
Sast’s face soon growed to concern, his lips curled in and his eyes slightly squinted, he opened his mouth once more,
“Where did you see these things?”
She pointed towards her room in their one story cottage. He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself up off the stool. With his feet clattering against the worn wood, Sast walked up to the young girl’s bed and leans forward out of the open window located directly next to her pink sheeted bed. He looked up to a clear sky, full of white clouds and blue, ocean colored sky. The air rustled his neatly shaven brown hair and shook his fully grown goatee. It smelled of water and rain and it felt Luke-Cold, comforting and relaxing. He pulled his head back into the room, looking back at his daughter with a wide smile as he said reassuringly,
“You probably saw a helicopter Nebiena. You know how they make new ones.”
She looked up to him with a warm smile and nodded,
“Thanks Dad.”
He then nodded back to her only making it to the edge of her door only to be surprised. Nebiena quickly ran up whilst his back is turned and wrapped her hands around Sast’s waist, gripping him tightly and latching onto his black turtle neck at the base. She said quietly,
“I love you Daddy.”
He turned around slowly, her hands moved in correlation with his body and her head slid against his lower stomach. He wrapped his left hand around her head and his right hand around her shoulders.
“I love you too Nebiena, I promise to never let anything happen to you.”
Them
Spoiler for Hiden:
Sast awoke in his bed at the dead of night with his wife at his side. He placed his hand at the top of his forehead, running it down his face. He looked over at the small digital clock to his left. He lazily grabbed it and turned the digital side towards his view. The clock read 3:15 AM. He sighed deeply and lifted himself out of bed, grunting as his feet reached the cold, hardwood floors. He walked towards the door, opening it as it creaks. He continued towards the small kitchen and sleepily opened the refrigerator door. Sast began to grab for the orange/mango juice in the back corner of the illuminated refrigerator and grabbed it, gripping the cap. Sast then reached for the cabinet above the kitchen counter-top and grabbed a small glass. He began to slowly pour the juice into the small, yet wide glass. Once the liquid filled to the near tip of the glass, he carefully brought it to the edge of his lips and tilted the glass towards his mouth. The liquid then began to fall into his mouth and down his throat. It fully quenched his sudden sleep provoked thirst. He carefully placed the glass back onto the kitchen counter top and began to walk back towards his bedroom. Sast then stopped in his tracks and remains completely motionless. He began to hear a deep hum and began to feel powerful vibrations on the bottom of his feet.
A bright light appeared at the kitchen window, vibrant and colored red. Sast began to slowly walk towards the window, heavily squinting his eyes to hopefully prevent any of the light blinding him. He reached the window and places his hand on the latch, lifting the latch to open the window. He placed his head outside only to witness horror at its greatest. Bodies piled up near homes and in the town square, most of which is children. Fires as high as the sky themselves were blazing across the hillside. The mayor/chieftain of the town was impaled from the bottom of his abdomen out of his mouth. Sast looked upon the area with pure terror; he quickly gathered himself and looked down upon the kitchen counter-top, breathing heavily. He reached for the latch, his hand out-stretched fully towards it. His attempt failed as a shot rings out in the thick smog covered air. It was a shot unknown to him, one that he has never heard before. It was deep and sounded like that of the standard artillery cannon. The round had obliterated the latch and the rest of the window, nearly taking his hand with it.
“Dad!” shouted Nebiena.
Sast quickly ran towards the young girl’s room, shoving his shoulder into the door causing it to be bursted down. He ran towards his daughter whose arms were outstretched to the fullest extent they could reach. He grabbed her and carried her, holding her across his chest with one arm and ran to his wife’s bedroom.
He shouted, “Sist! We must go now!”
She nodded quickly and grabbed hold of his hand, running towards the door. Sist quickly unlocked the door with her free hand and leaded the two outside of the home towards the car. She quickly ran to the passenger side of the car and grabbed hold of the handle, trying to open the locked door.
She shouted, “Sast! Grab the keys quickly!”
He slowly placed his daughter on the ground and sprinted inside of the house, reaching for the keys. He was halted in his tracks with his hand over the keys, his eyes locked with a huge hulking figure. Its blue optics glowed as it stared down at the man. It then continued its way through the home, heading directly for Nebiena’s door. He stopped at the edge of the room, hugging the wall with his large strange weapon pointing downwards to the ground. The figures eyes were locked with Sast’s as it reached for a grenade in its utility belt. The figure brought it out for Sast to see, unhooking it with its index finger as he casually tossed it inside of her room. Sast quickly ran towards the door, looking at the large figure out the corner of his left eye. He lost sight of it as he passed the entrance way and out to the car. He used the automated buttons to unlock all four doors on the car. Sist climbed in the passenger side seat along with Nebiena who climbed in the right rear side seat. Sast frantically placed the keys in the ignition and twisted them to the right. He revved the engine to full power and quickly changed the gear to drive. The tires dug into the earth and cause the car to become slightly stuck in the wet earth. The hulking figure then slowly exited the home, looking dead into the family’s vehicle.
The figure then locked it’s optics with Nebiena. It soon turned its optics to a flame red and raised its hulking device, aiming it directly at the young girl. The car quickly jolted forward and another similar cannon like shot rung out into the air, followed by a large crunching and cracking sound inside of the car.
“No!” shouts Nebiena as the round flew by her hair by mere inches and pierced the top of the car roof, leaving a heated red mark around the area.
Sast then quickly turned right onto the main mountain side road, quickly taking off down said road. The car remained silent due to utter shock the family had experienced for the entire car ride to their final destination, the United States Embassy. Once they have reached their destination unscathed, Sist exited the car and says,
“I’ll be right back; I’m going to get the passports.”
Sast nodded quickly and leaned back into his chair, looking at his wife jog to the Embassy. Minutes go by and then Sist came out with two sets of papers in her hand.
She shouts “I have-!”
A gas masked figure came behind the young woman and grabbed her at the base of her neck, bringing her into the air and flipping her causing her feet to fly into the air whilst her body still being in his hands. It then slammed Sist on her neck, snapping it instantly and sending the rest of her spine jutting out of her back. Sast stared with utter shock while tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at the figure carefully, examining it closely and identifying it by the numbers on its armband. It read,
“71813” in bolded text.
The figure then said through what sounds like a radio, “BIOTIC AMPUTATED.”
The figure then slowly looked up towards Sast. It stared at him for at least fifteen seconds. Then it moved its attention towards Nebiena. It quickly drawed what seemed to be a pistol and slowly placed the safe off. It then began to fire off several rounds, all fortunately missing the young girl and penetrating the glass.
Sast then speeds through the thin road, weaving around sharp corners near the hillside. Soon enough, the car flipped and sent itself down the mountain of which they were travelling against. It continuously rolled and screams from his daughter rung in his ears, nearly causing them to bleed. Then, a sudden thump came against his temple and all went black. As the darkness was still upon him, he felt a cold sensation. It kept bothering him as it was a repeated sensation. It would go off and then on, off and then on. It felt like someone was poking him with something. Sast exhaled deeply, squinting his eyes heavily and prayed quietly in his mind that it was all a nightmare. He opened his eyes to the barrel of a gun, surrounded by the figures bearing their white masks.
“Get up.”, ordered one of them through their radio emitting masks.
Sast pushed his hands against the cold ground and raised himself to his feet. He then asks,
"What happened? Who are you people?"
He then heared the wind split behind him and then a sharp pain in the back of his head followed by once more, darkness. Sast then wakes up in a cold, dark cell. Blue light shined through the small window. A figure then walked in front of the light. An audible click of electricity was heard and the figure ordered,
“Name.”
Sast remained silent for a moment, his mind fully wrapped around what happened to him. He then asked,
“Where is my daughter?”
The figure then said, “This is your second warning, state your name or face re-education.”
Sast then became enraged, blood pumped to his face and chest.
“Where is my daughter!?”, he demanded.
The doors of the cell then opened wide as three figures stood in the way. They all bore a stick with what appeared to be a light at the tip, electricity emitted from the top. They then rushed in all at once, two of them shoved Sast against the wall and ripped off the back of his shirt. Sast then felt a sudden urge of pain on his back, falling to his knees upon being struck. The pain was repetitive and came frequently from the duration of their stay there. The pain then suddenly stopped and the figures exited the cell whilst a click is heard upon their exit. The cell door then closed and the same voice echoes through the cell,
“Now, Name.”
Sast remained silent and on the ground. He then slowly climbed to his feet, his face cringed inwards, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth frowned.
“My name , is Rex Vindicta.”
Nebiena
Spoiler for Hiden:
The young girl’s face is covered in tears and smoke, her lungs burning and her throat chocking on her own cries. She pathetically jogs through the forest with exhaustion and breathes heavily throughout her frantic run. She trips and falls on an up rooted tree root, her face now flat on the ground covered in dampened, soot covered leaves. Amongst the blackened sky, a voice penetrates the depressive surrounding.
“Need a hand?” The feminine voice asks.
Young Nebiena looks up towards her, grabbing hold of her hand. The woman’s face is covered with a baklava and she wears a thick vest, covered in weapons and ammunition.
She then says, “You’re safe now.”
...
Two years pass. The young girl whose name is Nebiena has been living with these resistance fighters during these two years. She has lived their lives and walked in their shoes. Although, they have never taught her to fight or how to shoot a gun, she does know the difference between a pistol and a revolver. Now, they’re on their way north in a convoy towards the one place that would change her life, Ineu Pass. Yet, on their way there, more problems arise. The convoy she is accompanying stalls in the middle of the road and so they must continue on foot. This proved to be a bad idea, as an Overwatch patrol spotted them and began to open fire. Dirt continued to fly into the air, causing clouds of smoke to arise as well. Nebiena then makes a sprint towards the only area that has little smoke covering it. She ran and ran until exhaustion caught her at its death grip. She finally stopped and leaned against a tree, panting heavily and looking forward. She notices what appear to be buildings in the distance. A smile appears on her face, wider than her cheeks can handle. She begins to break down into a spastic sob, complete joy coming over her. She then proceeds towards the assortment of buildings, grabbing a stick and gripping the tip of it, using it like a walking stick. She looks down on a sign that appears to be ripped off from its post. She leaned down and cleared the leaves from it, reading it as she does so.
“In-En New-Ineu Pass?”
Pictures: Nebiena:
Sist:
Sast 'Gatsby' Lamar: What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks -He now has at least some family to regain what sanity/memory he has left. -She can be used as a errand girl/companion by choice
Defects -He has to feed her if need be -He has to take care of her and watch her if need be -He has to share everything he has with his daughter and ration all of his food -He has to arm her and teach her how to properly operate a weapon -He has to find a new place for her and himself to live instead of the inn -Has to take care of two children instead of one. What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to increase the amount of passive RP in the Outlands by hopefully letting one more child character into the midst. This will also not only add to my backstory, but hopefully to others involved in my backstory as well.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Challenge of Deathsex will be playing the child: Nebinea
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional):
Just incase people start to wonder why i'm posting about letting a child character in outlands: 6:42 PM - alexanderk - slumbering: 12:29 AM - alexanderk - slumbering: i cant really say no if a majority of admins say yes 12:29 AM - alexanderk - slumbering: but I really dislike it 6:42 PM - alexanderk - slumbering: post an app 6:42 PM - Kronos: Alrighty.
AND I promised Stat that: 7:24 PM - Statua: as long as she actually acts like a kid and not some badass midget 7:24 PM - Kronos: She won't lol.
P.S: If this authorization application is accepted, may it please come into affect AFTER the new update?
Hey, on my Rex 'Luco' Vindcita character, Candyman gave me a radio and I had it in my inventory before the first update. After the update I logged on my unit and went off it and back to Rex. I noticed his radio was gone and I was wondering why. The next day (which was Saturday January 5th/2013) I had logged onto my unit and had two radios. I would assume that it had transfered from my AC to my unit invoulentarily. Please help me on what I should do.
This has been bothering me for months. I've been hearing that CG has 30k members...that's a lot of people you know....So here is my question, ( I don't care if you laugh, I just want it to be answered please) am I the only active African American HL2RP member out of 30k people?
Groups: Regnum Vindicta| Outlands Clinic| TOTO| The Crazies(Still Invovled)
Age: 45
Origin: Uknown, due to his family being naturally nomadic and moving from Country to Country. Rumor spreads that he was born in Kosovo and was raised in Greece for the longest bit of his life.
Mental Defects and Imperfections -Schizophrenia -Sadistic -Obessive Compulisve Disorder-Grammar Corrections.(Had to Clarify) -Sociopath
Mental Advantages -Experienced Strategist -Moderate Medical Knowledge -Common Tracking Knowledge
Character History Before Rex moved to the City, he was a calm and quiet young man. He showed no signs of what he had become today. He was simply one with himself and was an observer. His mind set was always towards a spectators point of view. Rex did have three other brothers. All named Giovanni, William, and Turi Dicardi. Rex's previous name was Fabrio Dicardi, before he had it changed due to his...new City 45 mind set. Rex, being the eldest, was the one who always had the final say in arguments between the four of them. He would always step in the middle and act as a moderator and control them all, basically showing a natural leader's behavior.
Not much was remembered during the Seven Hour War, as his area of residence was the first to be struck. He was lucky enough to be the few survivors that fled to the outer rims of his City and were later captured and labled as Civilians. Rex, was also lucky enough to pass through a mental stability test first set up in the Citizen Registration Process of City 45 and pass through without having his mind completely wiped. His brothers also had the same fourtune of his own. Soon, they all departed ways as the had originally done before the Seven Hour War. Each with his own story. But for now, this is Rex's side, the most...thrilling.
During his time in City 45, he had encountered the same walls, the same buildings, the same people, the same units, the same streets, and the same sky....for days....weeks....months....and even years. This drove him closer to his true self. His deepest inner demon. Finally, it let loose on a weary citizen boasting his large token bag in Precinct Three. Rex knew he wouldn't get caught, so he went for it. Grabbing a pipe from the Canal and slamming it upon the man's head repeatdly until he only heard the gargling mesh of his airways struggling for life. He bathed in the man's blood, savoring every strike and feeling every sound of gurgling death. Once satisified, he frantically searched through the man's pockets, looking for the large bag of tokens. Finally gripping it with desperate force, he stuffs it into his own bloody clothing, smiling as he leaves the dirty canal.
Several attacks like this and Rex has finally gained Infamy amongst not only the CCA, but amongst Rebellious Groups as well. Both wanted him covered in his own blood in the streets of City 45. Rex understood this, so he decided to look back to previous military tactics he learned before the Seven Hour War. These tactics always involved evasion and stealth. Both were accomplished accordingly. Thus leading to him living to this day. And he's enjoying it.
Character Sketch: While Bald and on the Run
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Character Sketch: Upon Return
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Character Theme Song
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EDIT: Clarifying what his OCD caused him to be obsessive about.
Lure them like the Carthigianians Kill them like the Romans. Think like the Chinese. Be like the Americans.
I will make sure this happenes. It will be good. And it will be useful. Those may doubt it, but others may believe in it. And those who believe will be the ones who succeed.
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Believe in me and I will believe in you. Brothers and sisters. -The Vindicta Family
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