Since a lot of people are being dumb about not being able to properly comment on an auth without making a mess of things, here's my auth, crossposted here so you can make as many comments on it as you'd like. Now GO.
EDIT: This auth has been APROOVED, however, I will keep this up here in case anyone wants to make a comment, criticize, or sugguest anything.
Steam Name: Elions Age: 20 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 'bout 6 years now How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: ' bout 5 years now
Character Section
Authorization(s):
Expert of Hand to Hand combat
Better physique due to being well fed
Advanced stealth tactic knowledge and ability to conceal identity from others when required
Advanced/Expert knowledge of City 18, as well as ability to adapt to other cities due to their similar structure
Knowledge of Scavengers and smugglers in City 18 and their connections, allowing her to get in touch with them if required
Name: Laura Valerian Age: 26 Gender: Female Affiliation: Neutral
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
(H2H Combat expertise)
Spoiler for Hiden:
Laura always had a fascination with her father's line of work. It was the closest thing she knew to a real life secret agent. Her father worked as a special agent for Interpol, and she would always ask him about his travels and about the people he met while out "saving the world" as her child like mind would put it.
His line of work meant, however, that he and his wife were always worried about their family's safety. Always looking over their shoulders and worrying about when could someone possibly attempt something against them or their daughter. It was because of these concerns that her father decided to teach her self-defense techniques, working from simple ways to get away from holds to the best places where to hit, where to focus an attack and when to back away from someone to defend yourself or someone else
"Allright, Kiddo... First thing's first... I want you to try and hit me"
"What?" She asked back "I thought you were going to teach me how to defend myself, dad".
"I am." he answered back quickly "Just do it. Trust me"
She shrugged, moving towards her father and throwing a quick punch towards his chest, which he quickly deflected by using his fore-arm, retaliating by putting his other hand's palm against her face now, managing to stop himself before hitting her.
"Wh-Whoa, easy!" She backed away almost as soon as the palm was stopped close to her face, a little frightened at how quickly he had reacted
"Hehe... Relax. That's what i'm gonna teach you to do." he assured her as he put his hand to her shoulder "See, it's easier to react to someone's attack than to try and directly hit them yourself, kiddo." He answered calmly as he took a few steps back, noticing her fist and how she was holding it in order to hit him, sighing
He took her hand on his, and pulled her thumb out of her small fist "Never do this, Laura. You will break your thumb if you hit someone like this". She nodded, paying close attention to everything her father was telling her, a clear excitement and wonderment in her eyes as he mentioned all the basics. She had a long way before she could really defend herself, but it was clear to him that she was eager.
They took their time to work on these after her normal classes, with her paying close attention to her father's every move as he taught her. The small nuances and details of how someone's position can reveal a weakness, such as the typical brute force approach and how it leaves one open for dazing attacks, or the ways to use someone's momentum against them by pushing and pulling them into walls and the like. Little by little, she learned of the importance of where to land a hit, rather than to hit hard, and of course, how to keep a streak of hits going without losing momentum.
Eli and Laura trained together for months. She would cause her father bruises and small injuries from time to time in their training, but he didn't mind so long as she learned the best way to defend herself in the long run. He put particular emphasis in countering people's attacks rather than starting your own, making her try to hit him only to show her specifically how each of those attacks could be fought back, or rather, how it could be used as a new opening against someone.
"I'd really preffer if you didn't teach her those things, honey..." Harley spoke to her husband as they talked about their daughter, Laura. She was concerned about Laura's ability to keep such things under control and not go overboard with it
"Hey, you're the one who said I should spend more time with her... Besides, she likes it!" He smiled mischievously as he said that, knowing full well that it would only worry Harley more, yet he couldn't help himself
She crossed her arms, sighing and putting her hand to her face "I just don't want to hear about it when she breaks someone's arm... Or yours for that matter." He shrugged, relaxing against the wall as he answered back "She won't break my arm... Too small for it still. But don't worry. I'll teach her restraint"
Years later, Eli considered she knew enough to defend herself against almost anything, though they continued to train together as a father/daughter activity. Something to keep themselves occupied and that they could share that was unique. They would attack and counter one another easily, managing to stop their blows just in time if one missed the beat to not harm themselves during their training.
"6 counters before you received a direct hit... I'm impressed, Laura." He joked at the end of one of their sessions, taking a small drink of water as she answered back, relaxing and stretching out "Pah... You're just going easy on me, old man. Admit it"
He put the bottle down, shrugging "I'm not, actually... Kind of hurt that you're getting better than me, really." He smiled as he said that, he wasn't lying, but rather than being hurt he was proud.
It took a while before Laura had to actually put her skills to the test however... When she did, she was glad that it all came back to her so quickly. So fluent and easy to remember it was almost second nature.
She was walking towards her dormitory in campus, when she heard the loud noise of a metallic object hitting the ground. At first, she considered just walking away, but the sudden scream of a girl for "help" just demanded her attention. She ran towards the area where she had heard the noise, and found two people
One girl, pressed against the wall and attempting to struggle away from the clutches of a man, almost 6 foot 3 of height and clearly muscular. He was intimidating to say the least, yet something drove her to quickly move towards them.
"Hey!" She yelled out as she put her backpack on the ground "What the hell do you think you're doing?" As she came closer she noticed that the metallic noise she had heard was the man's knife falling to the ground during the struggle
The man looked over his shoulder, easily dominating the girl against the wall as he noticed Laura. He huffed "Just run away, girlie. This ain't your problem". She was ticked off by this, and couldn't help herself anymore. Any sort of restraint she had just evaporated in that moment
"You've got 10 seconds to walk away from her before I do something drastic". She wasn't thinking clearly, almost blinded by rage at this step as the guy looked back to her, amused at how this small chick was trying to defy him.
He tossed the girl aside and stood tall against Laura, grinning "You want it that badly huh? Okay... I've got enough for 2" He picked up the knife from the ground, walking towards her menacingly. It was at this point that her father's words replayed in her head
"Always wait for the first strike if you can. Dodge it and counter it quick". The man took the knife in his right hand and attempted to quickly stab at Laura's chest, an action which she responded to by quickly dodging towards her right and forward, putting her hands over the man's left shoulder and bringing him down onto her knee, hitting him square in the crotch with it.
It was enough to bring him down to his knees as she moved away, giving herself space between one another and to prepare for any other attack he might attempt. By this point the girl had scurried away and was calling the police, so it was only a matter of staying in one piece by now.
The man got up, fueled by rage as he now attempted to strike at Laura with the knife several times, using all of his energy to swing the knife wildly at her. She kept herself mobile, dodging the attacks by moving towards her left or right, strafing and keeping a safe distance, delivering small but precise blows towards his weakest bodyparts whenever she could, weakening him little by little. At one point she was stuck against the wall. The man grinned as he tried to stab directly towards her face, only for her to counter by moving towards the left and using her hands to grab at the man's arm and direct the attack towards the nearby window.
The glass shattered all over his hand, stabbing him deeply and forcing him to drop the knife in pain. He tried backing away, but Laura saw this as the only chance she had to stop him before he tried to run away.
As the man tried to recover himself she used both palms to strike at his inner ears, making him disoriented enough that he wasn't able to walk straight, the pain of all the previous injuries was finaly hitting him after the surge of adrenaline, forcing him to kneel down on the ground to try and recover. As he tried to look up towards Laura and get a good point on her location, she threw a swift and precise kick towards his jaw, effectively breaking it and knocking him out unconcious on the floor.
She kept a combat stance for a few seconds, expecting him to get up or even for someone else to come and try to help him as her father had taught to maintain her awareness at all times. Yet the only sound she heard was a loud "Freeze!" from behind. It was the police, and they had seen most of the action.
She slowly turned around, finally realising that help had arrived, yet it took her a few seconds to relax and finally place her hands up to show she was no threat to anyone. The girl testified about how Laura had come to her aid, and the police had recorded a large part of the entire incident so it was clear that there was murderous intent on the part of the attacker. She was cleared of charges soon afterwards.
It was at this point that Laura had realised how gratefull she should really be to her father for teaching her... and how terrified she was of how much she had learned from him.
(Part about her better/maintained physique and stealth/smuggler knowledge)
Spoiler for Hiden:
Laura had grown tired of the "sludge" that the CCA called food, much less of Breen water, which she was more than suspicious of from the very beginning of things. Unfortunately for her, there were not many options available for her. Unlike many other people, she had no connection the outlands, and with no real intention of working as a smuggler either due to the sheer ammount of wrong-doings they were also tied into, it was hard for her to get any sort of food.
She had heard over at the clinic of a man who had been found with some stabbing injuries. He had been found with some contraband as well, and was slated to be taken into custody as soon as he had recovered. It was the only lead she had, but wherever that man had been found there was the possibility of finding something better to eat and drink than the "official" food of the CCA.
She took what she had heard and exited the hospital with a clear determination. She wasn't going back home untill she had found these guys and gotten something out of it. It took her about an hour before she found the supposed "scene of the crime", a crude bloodstain against the city's dirty brick walls. She looked around the area carefully, making sure to stay inconspicous as she tried to find any indications of smugglers or the like.
"H-Hey come on. We ain' got time for this, bro" A man tried to whisper to someone else in an alleyway, barely able to overhear it, she slipped into the alleway herself and took advantage of her small size and the apparent darkness of the area, hiding in an open grate nearby to overhear the situation calmly.
"It's just one bottle, Noa. They ain't gonna fucking notice." An asian man spoke to a jittery caucasian male as he opened what looked like a crate of supplies, taking out a bottle of soda from before the war "If they do... I'll just pay up. It's fuckin' worth it" He opened the bottle and took a few swigs. She listenened carefully as they spoke quickly, inadvertently giving her clues to their location. The complains about the smell and heavy footsteps implied they were in one of the abandoned sewage plants close to the bridges in the other side of City 18.
She made quick way towards the location when she could, looking for any indications of work in the area. dumped old cigarretes and the marked footprints in the dust of the area showed her the way into an old store-house nearby. She could hear trouble brewing inside from the little stunt the package carrier had done earlier.
She decided to sneak inside, trying to minimize what attention she would call out in there and avoid identification. She ripped her jacket and made an improvised hood for herself to cover her face, taking off her shoes and socks as well to make as little noise as possible. When she was ready, only her eyes were visible, and her black citizen shirt would keep her inconspicous in the dark. She looked for ways inside the storage-house, finding a way through the roof's old and rusted ventilation system.
It was easy for her to crawl into the ventilation system due to her small height and body, slipping inside and overhearing the conversations underneath her.
"Look boss. I'll pay up for it, okay? Here. I've got the t-" The man who had taken the soda bottle and drunk it got hit in the face hard before he could finish the sentence. An impossing russian man with a bulletproof vest and tattoos all over yelled at him
"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE SUPPLIES, YOU IDIOT!" he was angry, gripping at the man's shirt collar and shaking him "YOU DO NOT DISOBEY MY ORDERS. YOU DO NOT ENDANGER OUR OPERATION. AND YOU DO NOT FUCKING TREAT THIS CASUALLY!" While the man was clearly angry, you could see in his actions that it was more out of concern for the rest and the desperation to make everything work right than blind rage. He pushed the man away, huffing as he let him took a breather "... You know where to leave the money. And don't let find you doing this again... Or i'll drop you off in front of their nexus myself."
She knew that he wasn't to be messed with after witnessing that conversation, knowing full well now that she had to find where they stashed things and grab some stuff for herself. She took care to not make much noise as she went through the old ventilation system. Pulling her shirt up slightly to cover her mouth and nose from the accumulated dust inside.
she finally found herself above a darkened room. All the other areas in the storage were well lit except for this one. She opened the ventilation and slowly crawled underneath. feeling her way through the darkness untill her eyes adjusted to the area. When they finally did, she realised she was surrounded by crates and boxes, some of them stretching up to the ceiling and marked with different tags. Food, water, milk, soda, etc. Some of the men's equipment was there as well, though the only thing she was interested in was using their backpacks.
She decided to work quickly before anyone came to check, taking one of the extra backpacks in the area and quickly trying to fill it up with some more decent food and milk, caring not for soda or beer due to how little help they would be to her body's health. She thought smart, only taking things that she could actually gain something from eating rather than out of taste. She completely skipped some of the junk food these men had somehow salvaged and took more traditional and healthy souvenirs. As she was preparing to leave the door opened. One of the men was going in to check on their supplies when they noticed Laura's legs entering the vent. The man quickly pulled an axe that he carried around for defending the perimeter and attempted to jump at her, though his axe wasn't able to penetrate the ventilation's metal properly.
She panicked, scampering through and trying to make it out alive as the men inside screamed about a thief. Orders were barked left and right, and everyone was told to keep away from using firearms as to not attract the CCA. Laura quickly tried to get away through the roof, jumping down through the fire exit and grabbing the stash with her things she had left behind. It was a close call, too close for her liking... But she had food now, and they had no info on her thanks to her quick thinking and the considerably small ammount of things she got.
She continued to try and rob smugglers and the like with these same methods for a while, to good success and slowly improving her knowledge of the city's layout and the different smuggling group's supplies. some of them came to despise her, even setting up rewards for the capture of the mysterious thief, while others decided to break a deal with her. Information on the other smugglers to be left in a small piece of paper for the price of a week's supply of food. She never met them in person, and they never met her either, but they communicated by small notes in their storage, left when she would usually come by to rob.
They would detail for her where to go, who to follow, and of course, what information they needed. Through these notes she was able to understand the dire situations that some of these groups were in, how some of them were not necesarily evil, so much as they existed out of necessity, and of course, how some of them would rather help one another than to hurt each other, but with the lack of supplies and cooperation, there was little to no choice. She would always stay away from the politics and simply gather the information required, learning a lot about all the groups in the process. some stuff that they would proably not want an outsider to even know.
She refined her tactics, and hid her identity much better for the next few times, making sure that no one would recognize her even if she got seen during her robberies. It was a dirty way to make a better living, and yet it was the only one available to her. She made a point to only trade in information, and never in lives. That's not to say that she wasn't willing to fight someone, as she was forced more than once to knock out a guard before they could raise the alarm for the rest, and truth be told, she did like the thrill of almost being caught at times, though she played her cards as close to her chest as possible, never risking herself too much and going for easy, unprepared targets that wouldn't be too much trouble even if they caught her
Laura understood better why someone would go through lenghts to be a criminal, she didn't despise the smugglers, but this was her only way to live without being caught in the crossfire of bandits, gangsters and criminals inside the city.
A neutral party in a world where everyone tries to backstab one another. Still... It was better than being a loyalist.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks:
Hand to hand would allow her to effectively defend herself as well as help people who are being physically attacked
Having a steady ammount of supplies on her side would help her maintain a good physique and thus not falter on her H2H skills
Having contact with smugglers would allow her to adquire materials, given time and effort of course
Being able to sneak around and hide her identity for her stealing gig helps her maintain a low profile and not be chased when it would be inconvenient, or become a target for the CCA
Defects:
She cannot use these H2H skills unless it's absolutely necesary, as such a thing attracts a lot of attention.
Due to her smaller size, she cannot just punch someone once and be done with it. Her skills are more about keeping a streak of blows going and attempting to exploit someone's weaknesses, giving the other person plenty of time to also fight back and land a few blows on her.
Smugglers would be on the lookout for someone like her, making it difficult for her to keep hidden at times, meaning she cannot carry her stuff with her at all times, or even have to fake being less than what she is when not disguised, even having to knowlingly take a beating from a mugger or two at times.
It's hard to keep up the appearance of someone who doesn't know about something when you're, unlike the rest of the city, well fed. meaning that she'd have to avoid going to District 1, forcing her to stay in the "bad area" of the city.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? Create interesting and more varied roleplay by creating a character that has to balance out what she knows to do, what her morals tell her to and what she knows is "smart" to do in the city. She cannot go around being a vigilante, she cannot save people, and unfortunately, she has to act selfishly or even despicably to survive in the city, making it difficult for her to keep up with herself at times in that regard, questioning wether she puts her skills to good use at all.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Nope.
Extra Notes (optional): You may be worried due to the expert H2H knowledge, but I do believe anyone who has combat RP'ed with me in the past knows that I can balance the knowledge in combat as to not be overpowered. This gives her an edge. It does not make her invincible.
Adapting characters can be a weird thing... in my attempt to adapt Eli, i've come up with a new character.
She is not authed for some of these things just yet, though I am incorporating part of it into her story and downplaying them severely untill I can actually get them authed (which will be very shortly, hopefully.)
Laura Valerian's Character Profile
Gender/Sex: Female
Character Full Name: Laura M. Valerian
Known aliases: None.
Character background:
OOC: As I was informed that I couldn't remake the characters from back in the day, I was annoyed, and of course started trying to make a case for being able to bring them back (which mind you, I still believe would not be a bad idea) however, I am nothing if not one to find a way to make good out of a bad situation.
Laura Valerian is my response to that. It rescues the name and some of the character traits of the old characters without being the old characters, and taking inspiration from them but with entirely different backstories. Think of it as a "what if" thing.
I reworked Eli's backstory entirely and will be posting it shortly to explain her father's knowledge and more in-depth abilities, for now however, enjoy her backstory.
IC: (A very resumed story, as the rest you will have to find out yourself by Rping with her or pay attention to the upcoming auths)
Spoiler for Hiden:
Laura's parents were... Odd, to say the least. Her father was an interpol agent, making him have to travel all over the world all the time. His life was, according to what her mother told her at least "full of danger and nonsense she could never quite understand", yet she was enthralled by it. Taking a keen interest into the idea of law enforcement and always asking her parent figure for stories about the places and the people he met, both good and bad
Due to his work they were forced to move to New York from Scotland. It took Laura a long time to get used to the much busier city, and the move made his father concerned about her safety.
It was at this time that her father decided to teach her self-defense, working with her to teach her hand to hand that could come in handy if she ever was in danger without him around. Perhaps a bit too well, according to him.
During this time, Laura also took up Archery out of boredoom. Very little really did give her a sense of accomplishment, but Archery managed to keep her in check in that regard. She felt a sense of accomplishment each time she hit a target further away than what she had done so previously, and improving her time between lining up a target and actually firing/hitting was one of her main hobbies.
She never competed, but she managed to gain quite the skill with the archaic weapon/tool, preferring a Bare bow over Compound, claiming that she felt better about following the old tradition than going with the needlessly complicated
Laura was always a brash kid during school, and it showed as well as she entered adulthood. She was, at first, looking into a career in medicine, though after an incident where she saw herself using her previously adquired self-defense skills to help a girl about to be raped in the College's grounds, she reconsidered and attempted entering a carreer in law enforcement.
It was no surprise for Laura's father to see her like that, as he was already aware of her more "violent" outbursts. He was practically counting the days down untill it happened, and he was impressed with the result. He feared however that he had no taught her restraint, as the would-be rapist was severely beaten down.
Her plans were unfortunately cut short, as before she could enter the process the combine invaded. Little is really known after this about her life. Some time in the city, hiding her skills to avoid any confrontation from the combine and of course, relying heavily on some of her father's old skills. Her father's wereabouts are unknown, though he is presumed dead at this point due to his involvement with Interpol.
She was severely mistreated by the CCA, however they didn't know of her skills, as her father trained her himself and she took care to not be overt about her skills in archery either to people who may reveal them to CP's. Her bow and arrow skills were never something official, as she never competed and practice more to challenge herself than to show off.
A strong moral sense instilled and a set of skills she has no idea if she'll ever be able to put to proper use, Laura is both an interesting and strange person to find in the city... Or outlands.
Physical description: 5 foot 6 with a very lithe frame, Laura has boyish features and looks particularly agile. She's usually seen trying to keep her clothes as neat as possible, going out of her way even in situations that don't require it to look presentable. Her hair is particularly short, which she keeps that way due to an old piece of advice she heard from her father once. In the city she is known to keep to a very proper and neat citizen attire, making sure to avoid any confrontation with the Civil protection.
Outside of the city (This is going with the idea that we'll eventually have outlands, disregard if it does not show up yet) Laura has been seen wearing some more "formal" clothes, yet it seems most of them are relatively dirty and worn, as the location would 'demand'. She has been seen carrying an assortment of tools on her belt when working outside. She wears fingerless gloves almost all the time.
Eye color: Vivid green
Scars: None
Facial features: Boyish features. Androgynous in general
Hair Style & Color: Short and to the point. She wastes little time taking care of her hair
Approximate age: 24 to 26 at the moment
Country originated from: Born in Scotland, raised in the USA
Current location: Currently the city. As soon as outlands pops up she'll be moved there.
Accent: American, though her father's scottish roots can be heard in her inflections every once in a while.
Mental good and/or bad skills: Good: + Strong will makes her always look for a solution to even the worst predicaments + Level headed most of the time, making it easier for her to know when to fight back and when to lay off + Strong moral sense keeps her from "diving off the deep edge" in the insanity of the current world order
Bad: - When she reacts violently, she goes into a full berserk mode. - When her friends or family are threatened, she can easily lose her temper - Strange habits make her somewhat difficult to make acquaintance with or establish a friendly relationship
Physical good and/or bad skills: Good: + Lithe and small body makes her more agile and makes it also easier for her to move under certain circumstances + Being smaller also makes it easier for her to take potential threats off-guard + Her more agile and quick reflexes can allow her escape in many situations.
Bad: - Her smaller body makes it difficult for her to output too much strenght, meaning that for self defense she has to rely on hitting people on "weak" spots. Kidneys, face, inner ear, etc. - Smaller frame means that she would have a hard time struggling away from restraints and the like, unlike someone with a better build - Being small isn't always a plus. Some things can be too high up for her.
Character look-a-like image:
Spoiler for Character Look Alike:
Yes. That is King. No, I am not ashamed of recoloring her so it's more pertinent to the description.
Clothing and/or protective armour and markings (bruises, scratches, etc) on the limbs:
Head: City: None / Outlands: An improvised hood/Scarf to hide her face and help her deal with dust in the wind
Torso: City: Clean City outfit. Black Citizen shirt / Outlands : T-Shirt or Button Shirt. When wearing a button shirt she is known to wear a tie, though why considering her previous knowledge of self defense is unknown. She has sometimes been seen wearing a pendant that is an old family heirloom, shaped after a green flame with black detailing.
Legs/Feet: City: Standart citizen clothing, well kept / Heavy duty Jeans. Well kept and a grey-ish/black tone. Black belt with standart metal buckle
Weaponry: Outlands: She has been spotted sporting a bow before. Further information about what type of bow or arrows is unknown.
Lost and/or replacement limbs or parts?: Nope
Skills, perks and/or traits of the character: + Smaller frame allows her to be more agile than other characters + Her father's old job gives her some idea as to how to react to good and bad situations, as well as give her a stronger sense of morality than other characters in CG + Her looks can deceive less knowledgable characters
Weaknesses and/or severe flaws: - Stubborn. Severely so in certain situations - She can find trouble where there is none - Her smaller frame can still be a disadvantage to her, and she is known to overestimate her skill to compensate for it.
BIG EDIT: Conforming with the server rules, I'll have to stray as far away as possible from the old version of the character in order to bring him back into CG. Which is why this version of Eli's profile is now INVALID. I will, however, keep it up, since it's still the best summary and this is the example post for the current profile template.
That said, i'm making up the stuff for a new character, and of course the story involving Eli as well. Should be posted soon-ish
I've rescued Stalker's old character profile format for this (at least I think it was his. I could be severely wrong) and modified/organized it slightly. Feel free to use it yourself!
Eli Valerian's character profile
Gender/sex: Male
Character full name: Elias Santiago Valerian
Known aliases: The Stalker
Citizen Identification Number: None available
Character background:
OOC: Eli started as a simple male character back in the first Outlands server that CG had, however his character evolved greatly through it's existance as there was a need for more pro-active and interesting characters to build roleplaying scenarios in the server. He ended up becoming a more mysterious figure that would appear whenever something important ocurred, and quickly became a big character as he became more actively involved, and slowly tried to get rid of the shroud that surrounded him and his past, eventually becoming completely open and a direct assistant for the bigger groups in the Ineu Pass
IC:
Spoiler for Hiden:
(For all intents and purposes, this is an exageration of the criminal problems in the city depicted. It doesn't get this bad in the real Glasgow)
The 7 hour war was probably the best thing that ever happened to Eli. He was a vigilante before the war, as he has grown tired of the abuse of power and corruption that there was in his native Glasgow. Years before the war he was already used to working in the shadows against great antagonists, though it was only through the horrors that he saw during the war and being forced to work with the people he called his enemies during it to realise that he was no better than all the criminals he had fought against.
Due to how difficult things were for him and his family, he started training himself and teaching himself ways on how to fight and even participating in the gangs that he despised so much to learn their methods from a very young age. He had an almost pathological and psychotic determination to work against them, copy-cating the stuff he had seen in comics and movies but taking it to a much more real and much darker place.
He learned how to defend himself and several other usefull skills from his family and even some of the criminals that he snuck himself with, slowly building up a skillset that would help him against the people he despised so much. His brutality was excessive, his methods were too extremist, and above all, his morality was so skewed by all the abuse he and his family had suffered during their life in Glasgow that he was blindsighted to the wrongs that he was doing.
He spent a long time working with rebels against the Combine, though unfortunately he was not able to do much good against them due to the lack of resources that he always found himself against. His vigilante ways followed him even after the war however, as now they were much more usefull than ever. For once, Eli was actually able to socialize properly and teach people how to help one another rather than be ostracized from society. In a way, the war helped him avert from the madness that being a vigilante in a civilized society would have taken him into, specially considering his old methods.
(This is much more developed, and of course, involves a lot more story and interesting characters in between, but for that you'll have to RP with the character himself and learn it. This is just the general overview )
Physical description: Eli is about 5 foot 10 tall. He's well fed, primarily thanks to living in the outlands rather than in the city, where he is able to hunt and search for better food sources, such as plants and wildlife (from both Earth and Xen). Eli's tone of skin is remarkably pale, almost corpse-like due to the fact that he spends so much time in the dark or covered from sunlight. When he does leave hideouts and other locations he usually does so in clothes that hide his identity and that are made to help him in his hunting trips. He is usually seen wearing a makeshift scarecrow mask and a long trimmed hat. His eyes are usually darkened by the mask itself, making it very unnerving to try and stare him down. His demeanor is usually neutral towards people, and this is shown as well in his body language. He still appears to take care of himself, as he's not anti-social, just overly paranoid.
Hair color: Black Eye color: Green under the mask. Scars: Several all over his body.
Facial features: Usually not seen without his mask unless he trusts you with not just his life but also other people's. He has a stern look and a short but relatively well kept beard, as he's not too far gone to not care about his personal appearance. He has several scars all over his face, though most of them have healed already. Overall, a scary looking guy if you don't know him yet.
Hair design: Messy, as he normally doesn't care to do anything with his hair due to the location where he is currently. His interactions with people without his mask are so limited he rarely cares about how it looks
Approximate age: Uknown, as he's lost count. He estimates it around 30, though it's possible for it to be more or less. His birthday is on the 17th of January
Country originated from: Adopted. Original country of birth is unknown, though he was raised by his adoptive parents in Scotland Current location: Ineu Pass. Accent: Scottish
Mental good and/or bad skills: Good: Level headed Plans ahead carefully Has a strong moral sense If you gain his trust, he'll abide by you through trouble no matter what.
Bad: His decisions can sometimes be too extremist to fix a problem Particularly brutal in combat, even if he does not aim to kill Overly paranoid, making it hard for him to completely trust someone. He is always scheming something. Making it difficult to know what he's thinking at the moment.
Physical good and/or bad skills: Good: Trained himself for physical adversity and combat, making him very reliable as assistance in most situations His smaller frame allows him to easily climb objects and hide in locations without much trouble
Bad: His skin tone and overall looks can be scary to some people, unnerving even. Being smaller means that someone could impose their strenght on him, to which he would have to rely on stealth and counter tactics.
Character look-a-like image:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Some of you may recognize this bloke here as the humanized form of one of the "bad guys" in lacadaisy cats. Apart from the glasses and lack of a light beard, he's spot on for Eli's overall physical look. The right-most picture is best overall
This song encapsulates the basic "story" for Eli in almost every incarnation i've had him. He's done something wrong, something terribly wrong, which the start of the song conveys perfectly, but through willpower he manages to "redeem" himself. The last part unfortunately shows the bad making a return... And however that goes is almost always untold in the bigger end.
Clothing and/or protective armour and markings (bruises, scratches, etc) on the limbs:
Head: Makeshift Scare-Crow mask, eyes completely blackened out. A black long trim hat
Torso: Dress shirts. relatively well kept considering the location where he is in at the moment. Can sometimes be seen wearing other types of clothing such as tight shirts that minimize the risk of being grabbed or vests with inner pockets where he can hide stuff. When using a dress shirt with a vest he can also be seen wearing a tie, though this seems to go against his usual rationale of not wearing anything that is too loose/could easily be grabbed. Most of these clothes are understandably dirty/stained, though it seems that he wears them out of practicallity than sense of style due to comfort and possibility to hide items in his person
Arms/Hands: Usually seen with his hands and arms up to his elbow bandaged. Reason for this is unknown currently. He usally leaves his fingers clear of the bandages however, as according to him it "helps with his handling"
Legs/Feet: Worn jeans and a black belt. Sometimes he carries pouches on him to carry small items such as keys, loose bullets and even cigarretes. He has sometimes been spotted with clipped items such as canteens and a radio. His shirt is usually tucked into the jeans.
Weaponry: He isn't usually spotted with fire-arms, though he seems acquainted with them. He has been seen with several forms of knives and a Bow & Arrow set. Though the bow seems more complex, the arrows are made of salvaged materials, primarily wood and whatever else he can find in the environment. Equipment: Is usually seen traveling lightly, with messenger bags at most and a set of rope and/or hunting knife when needed. Known authorized items: None yet. This is a work in progress to adapt an old character into the new CG
Lost and/or replacement limbs or parts?: None.
Skills, perks and/or traits of the character:
Quicker reflexes and a "sleight of hand" allowing him to easily handle things around him with his hands. Methodic thinking and a stronger sense of morals means that he will try to help people, but he will not risk his life mindlessly, nor anyone else's.
Weaknesses and/or severe flaws:
Paranoia makes him difficult to work with. His more extreme measures can still come up from time to time, even if he dislikes the road that it took him down before, they are a hard habit to kick and show a much more darker side of him that he's slowly trying to get rid off for the sake of people around him and himself. Despite what he'd like to make people believe, he is very sentimental and emotion driven. It's heavily advised that you do not threaten this character with his family or close friends.
That is all for right now. any comments would be appreciated.
Hi. I'm Elions, and i'm the guy who used to make really fuckin' weird apps for HL2RP (and somehow managed to get most of them accepted)
You might remember that I used to play Eli Valerian and Joanna Sinbow back in the previous incarnation of the HL2RP Outlands server. If you're one of the oldies, chances are I have you on my steam friends list.
For the record of all of those people that remember the nastiness of the last few days of the server... I think we can all put that shit behind and start anew here.
Going to be looking into the City server again, and probably mope about no outlands server for a while. Other than that feel free to hit me up about anything.
Steam Name: Elions Age: 20 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 4 years How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 3 years
Character Section
Authorization(s): - A black Revolver with Cyan night sights - Speed loaders for the Revolver bullets - A small box of ammo for said revolver - Random assorted supplies (very small ammount of low caliber medications, food and one set of worn clothes)
Name: Nicolas Fausto Age: 33 Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The castle remained in a quiet state late at night, Nicolas was in a deep slumber on the second floor, already tired from all the work he had to do earlier in the day (He was preparing for his usual location change.)
Something rattled at his door, it seemed almost like someone was trying to open it from the other side, the sound was loud enough to wake him up "Mierda... Bandidos de nuevo..." He figured it must have been bandits, the kind of bandit that is much too desperate to care for subtlety, that was the only explanation he had at least for the fact whoever had tried to open his door had attempted so with so much force and noise. He got up from his makeshift bed, only wearing his boxers for the moment as he had no time to properly dress, he quickly picked up an old piece of wood he had in his room, he had fashioned it to somewhat of a club in order to protect himself in case something like this ocurred. He listened closely next to the door untill the footsteps seemed to go the other way, opening the door with care as to not make any noise brandishing the club in his other hand
The figure he saw in front of him was that of a man close to his age, the dim light from the castle's roof opening let him see the man's dirty blonde hair, it reminded him of someone from time past but he didn't have time to reminisce about it.
He took one quick swing to the man's back, knocking him down due to the sheer force, the man quickly turned around in the floor, looking back towards Nicolas as he used his leg to kick back at him He managed to knock the club away from Nicolas' hand, only for him to lounge towards the man and attempt to pin him down, something which wasn't too hard given the previous blow to the back
As Nicolas pinned the man down, the dim light from the moon lit up the stranger's face somewhat, he focused at first on holding him down with one hand on his neck, the other already formed into a fist, ready to descend on the stranger's face repeatedly to knock him out permanently... But then in that split second of focus, he noticed the man's face.
(The following is a flashback, not entirely necesary to read in case you want to speed your reading up)
Spoiler for Hiden:
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Nicolas and his companion were smiling, relaxedly walking down the streets of Vegas after a night of gambling and fine dining. It had been ages since he had taken time off for himself, he certainely didn't expect to have time to do so in this city either, specially considering the line of work he was in town for "I have to admit... Taking a day off the 'lab' was a good idea, Josh" The two men, much to more than one by-stander's surprise, were holding hands as they walked and talked "Well, you've been working your ass off in that place for ages already, Nico. If anyone in there deserves a break it was you" He smiled warmly at him as he said that, nobody really ever praised his work (not that he felt work that was this 'negative' for society deserved praise) but when that praise came from Josh it felt honest. Josh had been working with the cartel's US operations for years now, he had no reason to distrust him, though they both kept a very good The two spent a whole night out, returning to a hotel in the late night (What they did inside, i'm sure we don't need to detail)
The next morning an abrupt call woke up Nicolas, who noticed that Josh was no longer in the hotel room with him "Ahg... 'a-Alo?" He answered in a groggy voice, a worrysome voice from the other side from one of his bosses asking him if he was allright "Wha? Yes Boss i'm fine... What's the matter?" He quickly told him to check the TV, go to channel 13 He turned the TV on as he was instructed
"And our current top story... A police raid has uncovered a drug lab being used by one of Mexico's most dangerous cartels working inside the city of Las Vegas, Nevada... Sources indicate the raid only aprehended a small part of the workers as it was during night time, however the lab operation was big enough that this will become a /significant/ blow to their operations..."
'significant' wasn't really the way he'd describe it. The cartel had many other labs spread around Nevada, this was a minor setback at best... The report continued untill they started talking to the officer who had allegedly made all of this possible, that's when Nicolas was shocked.
There, in full detective gear of the LVPD was Josh. He was an undercover policeman, and had allegedly been leading an investigation on the cartel for years, meaning this was not the only strike the Cartel was going to suffer
As soon as the report ended, Nicolas grabbed his phone again, he wasn't worried about it being tracked as it was a disposable one and inmediately tried to call Josh The phone rang a few times before Josh answered it, sirens still heard in the background
"Josh, what the fuck?! How could you-!?"
"Nico... It's for your own good. This could have been worse."
"Did you fucking use me all this time?!"
"No!- No... We never even talked about work remember?"
It was hard for Nicolas to wrap his mind around this, he couldn't even feel like he could trust Josh anymore, yet a part of him couldn't let it go that easy
"Nicolas.. I took you out that night precisely so you wouldn't be caught in this... Please, just trust me. I know you're not there by your own will-"
"Don't. Don't dare talk about that, next time I see you i'll put a bullet through your FUCKING HEAD."
He quickly got off bed, turning the phone off and throwing it out the window of the Hotel room, he was quite a few stories up, so the phone was destroyed as soon as it hit the ground. He never truly meant that, and yet there was no other thing he could say to Josh at that moment. There were backstabs in this business, he was more than aware of it... but this tugged much closer to his heart than to anything else.
It took him months to get over what Josh had done, he didn't hate him for dealing a blow to the Cartel, on the contrary he was glad as his work was forced more than anything, but it was much too late to try and contact Josh anymore, his identity already out making it impossible for them to reconnect again, at best leaving an odd, barely recognizable sign for each other when paths somehow crossed.
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It wasn't just the man's hair colour that reminded him anymore of someone, truth be told this WAS the man he had been reminded of by that tone of hair. Joshua Lovhaug, an old love turned heartache
It only took that split moment of distraction from Nicolas' side for Josh to strike at his head, managing to push him off and getting up to his feet again, drawing a revolver and aiming at Nicolas, he yelled at the top of his lungs
"FREEZE DAMMIT!"
Nicolas quickly put his hands up, yelling at Josh who clearly didn't recognize him at first glance
"Josh, don't!- It's me! It's fucking Nicolas, put the gun down!"
Josh kept the revolver aimed at Nicolas for a few moments, unsure... But as he got a more detailed look at him he fully recognized him
"N-.. Nico?..." He put the gun away inmediately after he said that, offering Nicolas his hand to stand him back up, which he gladly accepted. Nicolas hugged Josh tightly, he had thought his old friend dead after the 7 hour war began "I thought you were dead... How the hell did you escape them?" He said that to Josh as he pulled away from the hug (rather awkwardly too for that matter)
Josh explained to him how had he come to stay in Romania. As it turns out, his investigation on the cartel did not end with the Las Vegas raid, he took time to investigate on the cartel more mainly because of the story that Nicolas had told him, how they were keeping him working for them by threatening the life of his father, and how many other workers were under similar threats
What he uncovered was not good, specially not for Nicolas... He had discovered that his father had been killed almost inmediately after their "deal" had been made, it was easier than to actually keep the man alive as he could try to come back for his son.
As soon as he learned of that information he tried tracking down Nicolas, he had to tell him himself of these news, he had to keep him safe from the backlash. He managed to find out about his location in Romania via the few remaining contacts he had in the Cartel, quickly taking a trip towards the location, but on his way to the old Shack where he and his new partner were staying the 7 hour war erupted. Seeing the invasion from afar much alike his friend, he was forced into a self-made exhile, avoiding cities and big locations where the Combine were looking for all active members of police or the military, he had thankfully kept his old Revolver, a customized weapon that he had gotten as an award for his upstanding service as an undercover officer during the Las Vegas raid, and some old food he had kept for the trip.
"... Somehow I knew already... I just... Held onto hope I suppose..." They had sat down on a small table that Nicolas had on his room, a small set of candles lighting the room up along with the moonlight from the window Josh put his hand to Nicolas' shoulder, squeezing it gently "I'm sorry, Nico. I really am... Not just for your dad, for what I did back in Vegas." He looked up back to Josh with tired eyes "No... No it wasn't your fault. Had you told me I would have given you away with how much of a nervous wreck I was."
He got up slowly from the chair, sighing as he kept his view on Josh
"Look... You can't stay here. There's too many crooks around these parts, and some of the cartel is still around here, as soon as they realise who you are you'll be a dead man."
"And leave you behind now? I've been looking for any sign of you being alive for 3 years now, i'm not going to let you go this time Nico, and that's final."
He got up, quickly taking Nicolas' hand in his
"If I can't stay here with you then i'm taking you with me. Come on Nico... We have nothing to lose anymore, we're finally on the same side, let's make the most of it while we can."
Nicolas looked at Josh's eyes, he meant what he said and he knew he was right, when else would they get a chance to literally run away?.. That was if the few members of his cartel that remained hadn't picked up on Josh's presence already.
"... Allright, allright... But we'll leave in the morning. I still need some rest, and I sure as hell am not leaving without my pants on"
The two took their time, resting for the rest of the night in Nicolas' makeshift room before heading out in the afternoon the next day.
Nicolas was understandably nervous, though being back with Josh also gave him confidence in the possible future (to an extent that is), for once, Nicolas felt "okay" with life again though he didn't feel safe outright, he felt like they were being watched, followed even.
They traveled for a few days up untill they required supplies... Thankfully Nicolas still had his old "survival guide", it only took them an hour or two to find an old abandoned market next to an old village, they needed to get food and water, and possibly set up for the night
Nicolas went deep into the market, trying to find a secluded place for them to sleep while Josh looked for unused supplies around the market.
"This spot here should work fine for now.." Nicolas said to himself as he found a decent spot inside the manager's office, hidden deep in the back of the Market. After he set up a makeshift bed for both of them, he went to look for Josh, hopefully to help him out.
Josh waved at Nicolas from one of the hallways, approaching him with some old bags of non-perishable food, not the tastiest of finds, but certainely the most usefull for long term supplies, they were only two or so steps away when Nicolas heard a loud bang.
It was a gunshot that came from Josh's direction, specifically from behind him. It all went down for Nicolas at a slowed down pace, the shock of the event seemed to confuse him as Josh was hurt, falling towards Nico who quickly put his arms forward to hold him up. He barely managed to look over Josh's shoulder at the assailant...
It was a man holding a 9mm gun, Latin in decent clearly as he took a quick look at his features. He managed to recognize him as one of the 'guards' that was appointed to him back in his first few days in Romania
Nicolas slowly put Josh down after the shot, still shocked from seeing this event ocurr as the man recognized him
"Nico? Thank fuckin' god you're okay man, i thought that fuckin' copper had killed you already!-" The 'worry' in his voice was clearly faked, falling on Nicolas' deaf ears as he looked at Josh, whose eyes had widened as he writhed in pain after the shot, his lungs were collapsing after the gunshot pierced them.
"Figures that fuckin' prick would keep following us even after this huge mess, come on man we gotta bail before any of his butt-buddies show up, you know what the rumours were about this faggot." The young man patted Nicolas' shoulder, turning around and walking towards the exit in a rather calm fashion, it was clear he had no understanding of what was going on, nor even what had happened between Nicolas and Josh.
Murder, they say at least, is a crime of passion.. But those who claim this seem to forget the other ingredient needed for it. Rage. As Nicolas saw Josh's life slowly fade away while holding him in his arms, all the rage from the abuse he felt at the hands of the Cartel boiled inside of him, all of the horrible deeds he witnessed, what he had to do, what had been done to him... Something in his mind simply snapped.
He quickly moved his hand to Josh's holster, finding the revolver in it and pulling it out, turning around and aiming towards the young man again, the sound of the hammer being pulled back calling the young man's attention
"Oh come on man... Don't tell me you're sorry for that cocksucker!-" He said it in an almost joking manner, his 9mm gun already on the holster again as he turned around to look at Nicolas, realising the ammount of rage and frustration the man displayed
"H-Hey... Easy now man... You know the Cartel's still in working order. You do any weird shit and your dad's gone."
Almost everyone in the Cartel knew what to do for their 'workers' that had been brought in by force like Nicolas... Little did he know it would no longer work
Nicolas simply stared back at him for a few seconds, an almost sepulchral silence that was quickly followed by him firing the gun, hitting the man in his stomach The loud screech of pain echoed through the market as the young man fell back in pain, trying to scamper to grab his own weapon from his holster, to which Nicolas quickly responded by firing another shot towards his forearm, hitting the wrist and rendering it limp. He kept moving forward, sights set on the young cartel member as he tried to move away from Nicolas fruitlessly
"You can't- You can't do this man! Please!" He yelled in desperation as Nicolas shot again to the man's leg, it seemed at this point that he wanted to cause as much pain to him as possible as he kept moving forward "GRAH-! N-No!- Think of your father, esse come on!" Three more shots were fired, hitting the man in non-vital spots as Nicolas yelled back with rage filling his heart each passing moment "My father is dead, you little shit!" He was standing over the man, aiming the revolver to his head and pulling the trigger... Only he had run out of bullets. "M-Mercy, please... You can still fix me u-" As the man pleaded Nicolas quickly turned the gun around, not giving him a moment of rest as he used the butt of the gun to clob at his skull. Over, and over, and over... By the time Nicolas was done, the poor man was no longer recognizable, at best he was food for Antlions or redneck canibals (if there even were any left in the Romanian area)
He quickly went back to Josh, still in critical condition as he held him in his arms again, looking at him with a worried expression "Just hang in there man.. I- I know people, they can help!-" Josh looked back up at him, still covered in the blood and bone of the cartel member, though he focused only in his eyes ".. It'll be ok" he told Nicolas, the little life he had slowly slipping away as his hands squeezed tightly onto Nicolas' arms. "Just... Let me go... I'll be fine" Nico held onto Josh's hand, both of them knew that they only had a few seconds left of time, so they made the most of it by staying this close to one another, a kind of connection that's so rare to find between two people you might only have one chance to truly experience it
"Nicolas... I..." Josh wasn't able to finish that sentence, his eyes slowly fading as he simply close them, finally going into the eternal slumber that we call death Nicolas didn't shed a tear, he didn't say a word.... He simply held Josh's hand, leaning forward lightly and holding his now lifeless body close to him.
The next day he worked his way back towards the Mountains, the only spot he knew that the Cartel was for some reason avoiding... Sure, it was dangerous still, specially for him. But it was the only place he knew they wouldn't attempt to hurt him, or anyone he knew in such an unexpected manner. He was carrying a few supplies from the market again, as well as Josh's revolver, which he kept to remind himself of what he had lost due to his own mistakes. What little ammo and "extras" the revolver had he kept with him, each step feeling heavier than the last as he moved away from the place where he had burried Josh, but he had to let it go... He just didn't know if he could.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks - A way for Nicolas to defend himself other than his makeshift chemicals - Some minor supplies to help him stay alive out there without the assistance of other people - A weapon which he's accostumed to.
Defects - The revolver's ammo is difficult to find - If used incorrectly, the Revolver could cause harm to his wrist - Cleaning the revolver requires time and patience - Scavenging for new ammo takes time
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? - Have a way to defend Nicolas in case he is attacked by someone with a weapon - Give him a light sense of independence - Help him adquire something in case he is injured
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No.
Steam Name: Elions Age: 19 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 4 years How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 3 years
Character Section
Authorization(s): - Knowledge of Spanish (complete fluidity) - Extensive knowledge of drugs their manufacturing and their respective derivatives/replacers - Gasmask with 3 Filters - The ability to Quick-Draw with pistols - Basic knowledge of firearms in general - Survival and Scavenging Guide. - Small ammount of chemicals for the manufacture of Heroin and derivatives.
Name: Nicolas Fausto Age: 33 Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. Life and death... Many people ponder on these, Many people lose their minds over it, some cannot handle the consequences of their actions in life, or the consequences of death... Arguably, no one knew this better than Nicolas Fausto.
The man's life had been less than good, less than adequate, much less than what life should be according to most 'normal' people... And yet, it seemed at many times that the only person who truly understood life in this world was him.
Nicolas was born in odd circumstances. His father was from Mexico and his mother was from Chile. His father, Mauricio Fausto, worked for one of the biggest drug cartels in Mexico, specializing in Cocaine and Heroin, suplementing their profits with Marihuana trades.
Due to his job as one of the Cartel leader's personal bodyguards, Mauricio had to keep his wife and son in the compound. The man never did like this job, he had always been forced to work in the drug business since he was little, but he had planned to retire from it as soon as he could. Sadly however the condition of his wife didn't let him, she suffered from a strange, unidentified disease for which he could only pay the treatments for with the excessive ammounts of money that came from the drug business.
Growing up in a world of drugs and danger had it's perks for young Nicolas however, they were able to afford private lessons for him (anything more public could have endangered his father's boss) through which he was able to learn English and some other critical thinking skills. From a young age he showed an excellent aptitude for Chemistry, something which unfortunately attracted the attention of the Cartel's boss
As soon as he had the age to properly wear a gasmask and operate equipment well, Nicolas was put to work in the Cartel's labs, small things at first such as controlling the substances and managing the equipment required to create the mixtures. They did not allow him to directly work on the drugs untill 3 years into his work in the labs, which he never seemed to have much issue with since he knew he was helping his father bring more money into the table, which meant a better treatment for his mother.
He slowly worked his way through marihuana to the more hard hitting drugs as he worked there, learning how to process and create a decent ammount of Cocaine and Heroin and most of their derivates or replacement drugs, these extra "recipees" allowed the Cartel to cater to an international demand, being able to supply to many countries with different sub-cultures and addictions.
It took years for him to understand and develop his knowledge over these drugs and understand just what was the difference between the types of the same drug (Such as knowing the difference between normal heroin, desomorphine and regular morphine or spiked cocaine and purified cocaine) But by the end of it at his 23 years of age, he was more than capable of reciting the cartel's drug preparation techniques by memory (and prepare himself if he so needed it).
Ironically, working with drugs so close caused him to dislike the idea of ever using them, being full aware of the consequences and side effects of them as well as their addictive nature.
During the course of his work in the cartel, Nicolas was being taught by his father how to use certain weapons, mainly to help him in the case that he ever needed to defend himself. He never gave him truly extensive training so much as he taught "what did what" when it came to guns, meaning that he knew enough to use a weapon properly for self defense, but never to excell in it. All except for one kind of weaponry, which Nicolas oddly enough took a liking to. Pistols.
It mainly had to do with the fact that during his childhood, Mexican television had a bit of a "theme" for old bandit movies and cowboy related shows, which made little Nicolas fascinated with the idea of handling a revolver (or any kind of pistol) like the heroes and villains he looked up to (he never did like picking sides).
Years of training with his father's old M1911 allowed him to develop an affinity for a specific ability, quickdrawing. It took him years to develop it properly but by the time he was done (roughly after 5 years of trying this "technique" with every other handgun his father allowed him to use) Nicolas could do a very fast drawing motion and fire 3 consecutive bullets in a cluster without much issue.
The years went by, Nicolas was about 25 years old when his mother passed away, after almost a decade of suffering from her mysterious disease. His father had no reason to stay anymore now that he'd only have to care for him and Nicolas who was also in the age to work for his keep, but the Cartel's boss had a different idea.
Nicolas was threatened, specifically they threatened that if he left the Cartel and took his outstanding drug making skills elsewhere his father would suffer. Unable to turn his back against his father, he agreed to stay, forced to say goodbye to his father one last time before he left the compound. He knew that the Cartel bosses would keep an eye on him, and the only way to keep him safe was to stay working with the Cartel.
A year or so before the 7 hour war, Nicolas was sent to Romania to learn of some new procedures when it came to preparing Heroine and Cocaine, the cartel was looking for expansion towards Rusia as their clients slowly moved there (mainly to avoid taxes and easily bribe police) He was set to stay there for the year then head back to Mexico, however those plans were stopped dead on their tracks as the 7 hour war exploded.
At the time, He was located in a house miles away from any important city, working with one other man on a small batch of heroin for one of their bigger clients.
As they saw the destruction going on in the distance and the portal storms, Nicolas and the other man figured it would be best to investigate what was going on, unfortunately they had no way to find out since the house was disconected from everything to avoid being found. Nicolas and his partner took some of the chemicals they were using with them in case they needed them, as well as the gasmasks they normally worked with with 3 extra filters each "Better safe than sorry" was the Motto for situations like these.
Their experience wasn't too different from the rest of survivors from the 7 hour war, they had to witness the extent of the damage caused by the Combine, their occupation, the dismantelation of all criminal and governamental organizations... At this point, Nicolas and his partner had separated, Nicolas had no family in Romania and no way to go back to Mexico, certainely not with the new combine occupation, and his partner needed to find his family, an imperative need to keep them safe.
Nicolas thankfully was able to go back to the old house, pick up some small supplies (He tried to travel light) Including an old survival guide for Romania. It did not talk about how to operate weapons or anything of the sort, but it did talk about what to do in case of disasters and where to find shelter/supplies in case of a total disaster.
So it was that Nicolas was left alone once more, but this time his enemy was not the forcing hand of the organization that had nurtured him into the "man" that he was now, but against nature, his fellow humans and the outworld's threat.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks - The Drug knowledge and Gasmask would allow him to create drugs of these 3 types, given the time to obtain and cultivate/cook the ingredients. - The basic firearm knowledge would allow him to defend himself with most firearms, letting him get a good enough feel for them quickly without much expertise. - The Spanish would simply be used as an IC mean to spice up RP a bit, it /is/ something that is unescapable of his character after all - The quick-draw skill would allow him to protect himself more efficiently with a pistol or revolver in the case he ever was forced to - The survival and scavenging guide would allow him to survive alone more efficiently in the pass, as well as know where to find supplies or hunt for food. - The small ammount of chemicals would be to allow him to create small, personalized ammounts of drugs in the case he ever needed to trade for certain things, since he does not use the drugs himself.
Defects - A drug dealer in outlands would attract a lot of attention, many a times unwarranted attention - He cannot do proper quick-drawing if he has any sort of heavy armor on him, meaning he can only use this technique when carrying light stuff on him - The survival guide is obviously not updated with what has happened in the world, meaning he could put himself in danger by following it - The knowledge of weapons is limited, meaning he will make mistakes at times with the weapons that he will not be able to prevent untill he gets a bit more experience with said weapons. - The chemicals he's carrying can be dangerous if used wrong, or if exposed in their pure form to someone who's not wearing a gasmask. - The "cooking" process for the drugs can be dangerous, any interruptions or mistakes could cause trouble, and while Nicolas is experienced he is not perfect at these procedures. What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I plan to roleplay this character as a survivalist, going with the morally grey ground at most times and dealing with people using his knowledge of drugs to adquire things that he would not be able to scavenge on his own
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) no
Steam Name: Elions Age: 19 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): About 4 years How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: About 3 years
Character Section
Authorization(s): - A Five-seveN - Ammunition for said weapon (2 clips) - A non-cylindrical silencer for said gun - Supplies to create defenses for the Outlands (Barriers, signal jammers, explosives, etc.)
Name: Eli 'Harceleur' Valerian Age: Around 34 Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. It was late in the Ineu Valley, Layla was sat quietly in the counter, a cigarrete in her mouth and a mug of acrid coffe sitting by her hand, reading an old, worn out book of pre-war fiction. Eli entered the Inn through the front door, he had been away from the Valley for almost 2 week, possibly more, he looked beaten down, his clothes grimy and torn, sporting fake light OTA gear and carrying a small military grade box with him, as worn and torn as his clothes and his looks
She looked up to him, taking a gulp out of her beverage before saying "Welcome home." Her demeanor almost seemed relaxed, even considering how long it had been since she saw him
"Hey.." his voice seemed quite tired, sitting down on a chair next to the counter close to her as he put the military box on top of it, he looked like he had just been patched up by Matthew not too long ago. She looked at him more detainedly, raising an eyebrow at his "OTA" gear, which to the trained eye would have clearly looked fake "Interesting attire..." she said to him with a non-chalant tone He looked up at her, sighing as he reclined on his chair "It's a long story, Layla... Believe me." She quickly tossed her book aside, taking a long drag off her cigarrete before leaning forward and saying "Better be more interesting than that one."
He raised an eyebrow as she said that, did she expect him to entertain her? Either way, it wasn't like he had anything to do, and certainely nowhere he could go sporting this kind of clothing, not unless he wanted to get shot. He leaned his head back slightly, taking a deep breath "Allright, fuck it... You remember I told you all i'd be gone from the pass for some time, right?"
Layla nodded, though her expression showed her disinterest in the story, she took a sip of her coffee, awaiting for him to continue his story. "Well, I went out looking for Mason Grim. You know, 45's boss. I bet you remember that bastard." He put a hand over the box in front of him as he told his story, slowly relaxing as he went on "I figured if anyone had the supplies we need out here to fight off OTA it would be him, and given his 'son' gave us so much trouble he'd maybe help us out." He relaxed back onto his chair "Problem was the old bastard was well hidden.. Like... Really well hidden... Only tip I had on him was that he was west of our old location, it was about as helpfull as a glass of water to put out a house fire, but it was something."
Layla frowned as he finished that sentence, a bit confused "How'd you find him then?" Eli quickly responded to her question "I got lucky. I was about to give up looking for him after a week, untill I saw something odd. See, OTA's usual MO for traders is to kill them and incinerate their caravans on sight, right?" Layla nodded again, letting out an uninterested response "Yeah... I think" "On my way back I found this trader that was getting raided by the OTA. I stayed back and watched, but they didn't kill him. They just knocked him out and took his shit... They don't really have any need for a caravan full of food and scarce ammo so why would they take it?" Layla quickly responded to that rethorical question "Bait... Bribery, perhaps."
"They'd just take people if they needed bait, and traders don't know shit that the OTA don't. So it just left one possibility... That wasn't an OTA patrol" "Grim's people i assume?" she quickly put two and two together as he progressed with his story
"Yeah. What better way to hide an organization of spies and military than to make them roleplay as the biggest boogeyman in outlands? Keeps wanna-be heroes away, and people smart enough realise if they can fake that stuff they have to stay at a safe distance." Layla took a sip of her bitter black coffe, putting the mug back down and gesturing at Eli's clothing "I guess that explains the fake garb." He nodded to her a she said that "Yeah... See, I followed their little patrol, figured they'd lead me right to where Mason was holed up in." Eli gestured as he continued to talk, describing the location to the best of his abilities "The place they had set up shop in was an old cave complex. It looked really well built inside, i'd say they had it before the war had even started. They had just painted symbols in places to make it look like an OTA bunker though." Eli put his hand over the box again, leaning forward slightly "I wasn't about to pop in unanounced without some sort of confirmation though... Their warehouse and supplies gave it to me though" *He puts the box on it's side, pointing to a small, smudged but still clear enough to see american flag "OTA wouldn't allow patriotism for the old countries. Certainely not on active units." Layla raised an eyebrow at him "I suppose that's true... But get on with the story, will you? I'm getting bored here."
"Heh, allright allright... Been a while since i had to tell a story to anyone." He chuckles lightly as he leaned back, putting his hands to his stomach as he continued with his tale "I figured if Mason was in there he'd want to talk to me in person, so i wouldn't be in any inmediate danger... So I walked right in, kept my hands up so they knew I didn't have any weapon on me. It was honestly the stupidest idea i've ever had... I mean, i was completely relying on him not seeking revenge on me."
"I figure he would have just killed you there and then, considering what happened with 45." Layla quickly interrupted him, remembering very well what went down during that little confrontation. "Yeah... Anyhow, as soon as they pulled their weapons up and yelled at me to freeze, everything became quiet... I can only figure that was Mason telling them to not fire through their intercoms or something... It was awkward, to say the least. I could have heard a bloody ant crawling through the floor if there had been one." He sighed, putting a hand on his forehead, where some bandages seem to cover a deep cut "One of them knocked me out... Whispered in my ear 'it's for your own safety' right before he did it, without his vocoder on. Next thing i know, i'm in what I could only figure was Mason's office. They took all of my clothes and equipment so i wouldn't do anything unexpected" He shuddered a little as he mentioned that "Unrelated note here but... If anyone ever tells you caves aren't cold when you're in them? They're lying through their teeth... Anyhow" He focused back on the story, thinking back to what happened. "Turns out he simply wanted to meet his prodigy's long lost brother or some cooked up shit like that... I told him what I had come looking for, and what 45 had done to us... He didn't even flinch while i told him what the fucker did, I think he already knew what kind of power hungry bastard he was" His voice seemed tired, even melancholic as he talked about Mason and his reactions "He had a different idea for me though... He wanted to recruit me. I figure that he couldn't find a better replacement for his 'prodigy' agent than the man who tracked him down and killed him" He patted the side of the OTA shirt, where the symbol was placed "I didn't have much of a choice really. I had to play along for the moment and figure out a way to get out later. They treated me really nice, i'll give them that... Soon as I got out of his office they gave me clothes and a place to stay... And this thing" He knocked with his knuckles on the box lightly, turning it around so Layla could open it, as he figured she'd be curious.
She opened the box, inside there was a Five-seveN, with 2 magazines and their correspondent ammunition, as well as one non-cylindrical silencer She took it in her hands to inspect it a bit as Eli continued to talk "He told me it was 45's old gun. He had left it behind when he went rogue since it was a gift from Mason. I guess he wasn't as emotioless as he tried to look like." "Impressive piece..." She said as she inspected the weapon, looking up at him after putting it back in the box "How'd you get out of there with it?" "Wasn't precisely easy..." he rubbed the back of his head as he talked "I had to first make them comfortable in my presence, so I had to stick around for a few more days. Make them think I had been convinced by Mason that being one of their agents was for the best" "Did he?" He looked up at her, his expression was stiff, almost as if to say 'really? You're asking me that?' without saying a word. She quickly decided to do ask something else to not continue the awkward moment.
"I take it you fought your way out during a patrol, right? "Not precisely. I figured it was better if they didn't think it was my fault, so I went out with one of their groups to raid a trader, I convinced them to let me take care of him 'personally' since he had been giving us some issues" "Sounds logical enough"
"I went and knocked him out behind a corner" He made a slight gesture, almost mimicking the action of hitting someone over the head "So no one would think i had chickened out i let a couple of shots out... Then i hid one of those old combine transmitters on him, you know, those they give to loyalists so they can call for help when they need it?" She nodded to him as she crossed her arms "Request devices, yeah... They're fitted with short range transmitters aren't they?"
"Mhm... They can still get picked up even out here if a scanner passes by. Anyhow, i left him a note, told him in it that if he used that transmitter close to that cave when a scanner passed by, all of his troubles would be taken care of, no more stolen goods, no more shitty OTA raids, nothing. It took a couple of days, but one night i got woken up by Mason, they were moving the base. Apparently my little plan had worked but they somehow picked up the signal too, and they weren't about to risk OTA taking a quick look at their fake base." He took a moment to rest his tongue, sighing deeply as he adjusted himself in his chair again "They sent a small number of blokes up to distract the real OTA while we moved everything. I had to move part of the warehouse with 3 other people. We all took very different routes, mainly so that if one group was caught the rest could continue on. I waited untill we were too far away for the radio to communicate us properly, then I made my move..."
He patted part of the OTA shirt which seemed to be burned off "The body armour they gave me was pretty good but i still took a few harsh hits... still, we all had the same gear at the moment so i wasn't at a disadvantage. I used the darkness and the surprise factor to take them all out quick. It worked but i ended up breaking the Bio-locked M4 they gave me... It was a piece of crap anyhow. Bloody yank guns..." *Ahem* "I made sure to dispose of their bodies and hide the shit I wasn't able to carry back with me. So I ended up bringing some of the crates here and the gun... As far as I know, Mason hasn't reached his destination yet, but I figure it won't take him long to put two and two together once he notices i'm not there... I can't say i care though, I got what we needed and made it out alive. Speaking of, Matt should be getting back with the rest of the supplies sometime soon now... He had the vehicle after all. I think you'll want to check out the stuff too." "That depends on what it is" Layla answered quickly, her eyes showing a light glimmer of expectancy as he said that "Mostly stuff to build defenses of all sorts, explosives and reinforcement stuff, it all has to be put together and constructed, and it's old as fuck... But it's better than nothing. There were some old signal jammers in there too, I figure you'll have some fun with those." As he finished that sentence, they both could hear a car outside, it was Matthew who had just arrived with the rest of the supplies "Like clockwork... Want to go take a look?" Layla nodded, putting her finished mug of coffee down as she got up, as she walked towards the door she realised Eli hadn't moved yet "You coming or what?"
He smiled lightly "Just give me a minute... I'm still recovering after all." As she left, Eli turned the box that held the gun around, so he could get a good look at it. He stared at it for a good few seconds, Layla's question of wether Mason had actually convinced him to be his ally was effective or not... He took an old emblem from inside the box, a worn down red and black star, putting it into his pocket. He closed the box as he looked back up again, Matthew standing by the door as he yelled "Come on, Eli! I'm not carrying these all by myself!-"
He nodded to him as he got up, muttering in a low voice to himself "... We needed this... Just remember that..." He walked towards the door, with the intention to help his friend set up the supplies inside the Inn.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks - The Five-seveN is an armor-piercing weapon (even with normal ammunition) making it ideal for wounding/taking out targets that have armour on them - The silencer means that Eli will be able to maintain a low profile while using the gun - The supplies will allow the small group that Eli is part of in outlands to reinforce and create traps in the town or other key places, making it easier for them to survive or repell a OTA raid
Defects - The weapon's ammunition is not precisely common, since the Five-seveN uses the same kind of caliber as a p90 (5.7x28mm) meaning obtaining more ammunition for it ICLY requires a bit more difficult scavenging than normal, this means that he will keep his usage of the weapon sparse. - The silencer makes it a hard to conceal weapon, though it certainely helps him keep stealthy in a sneaking situation, it is not a weapon he can hide when in plain sight or in public, not without some help. - As described in the Auth, the supplies are not of the best quality, and they are all broken down or require assembling, this means that setting up the traps and assorted helping items will require some help from other characters that HAVE some experience with mechanics and electronics.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? The gun is to help Eli be a bit more of a help during OTA raids or against enemies that are armed, the short range of a pistol in combination with his CQC experience could be very helpfull for certain situations and would allow for him to help defend the small group he works with more efficiently against raiders, bandits, etc.
The supplies to defend the town will be used to set up traps or defenses to keep people inside and outside safe, as well as dether any kind of attack that could come onto them, he's looking for a way to make a proper settlement that can stand up to more focused attacks by other groups like the OTA.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) As the items are worked on to set them up, auths will be put up by the characters/players that are setting them up, the supplies then are basically an auth that will be used by the small group in the Inn in general.
The Five-seveN is property solely to Eli.
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional): For information on Mason Grimm, and his organization/how he is able to maintain these items, you can look onto this old application which explains his old affiliation. http://www.catalyst-gaming.net/index.php?topic=15983.0
Steam Name: Elions Steam ID: carnby9 Character Name: Jaime Parra Reason for the switch: Misclicked. Jaime is never meant to go to outlands, at best he's meant to have some contact through small correspondence here and there.
I'm not sure when it happened, but i have the strong feeling it must have been around a month ago. I must have misclicked and never bothered to appeal yet. You can feel free to check up on the character's activity since i have not used him on outlands at all
Steam Name: Elions Steam ID: Carnby9 Character Name: Joanna 'Tragedy' Sinbow Reason for the switch: Mainly, i want to have her on City for now while Outlands is down, also to explore what City has to offer with one of my more story developed characters.
Proper story to explain the switch:
Joanna had been wandering for what seemed to be months... She had helped a great ordeal of people, from innocent civies to even rogue units at this point with her (still limited) medical skills. Things had been quiet for a long time in the outlands, 3 months and counting where not even an OTA raid had ocurred... Something seemed off to her, but at the same time she did not want to get involved into a big faction clash once again.
It would have stayed that way if she hadn't heard of a rumour, a rumour coming from one of the city escapees from the new batch of refugees that had appeared in the pass, someone had sighted what they could only describe as a "green skinned creature" wearing a lab coat of some sort. People in P3 thought it was some sort of thing that came out of the Nexus, but the description seemed all too familiar to her, an old Vortigaunt she knew by the name of Tekel.
She couldn't help herself after she heard these news, if Tekel was in the City she had to follow and make sure the Alien was ok, besides the fact it meant that there was something going on in the City, she wouldn't go there just because.
Without further ado, Joanna got in contact with the old contraband traders that existed in the outlands, she needed to get inside the City and she knew they had routes to bypass the city's guarded perimeter. After an extensive talk and agreeing to repay the favour by helping their agents inside the city for a small ammount of time with medical aid, she was on her way .
The trip was arduous, and it took advantage of the oldest sewer systems that the City was no longer using, a dangerous route to take, specially because without maintenance the sewer tunnels could easily collapse.
It took nearly a week to navigate the old tunnels properly, making sure that her approach stayed hidden by keeping themselves to the less traveled routes, during the trip Joanna saw herself forced to use most of her medical supplies to take care of the group she was traveling with, making sure they stayed healthy while traveling the old and grimy sewage tunnels. Once she got inside, she could finally start looking for her old friend... Who she could only hope was not in too deep on whatever was going on in City 45.
(Things She will not carry through to the City: Her old Hidden blade. Stays in Outlands stashed somewhere safe. A big chunk of the medical stuff she had: Used mainly in the trip to the city with the group. Clothes, she'll have to replace them in order to pass undetected in the City.)
A little idea that's been in my mind for a while already, do hear me out.
We've all talked about what our characters were like before and after the 7 hour war. We've talked also about what happens to them during their time in the cities and outlands even... But, let's say for a moment that the rebellion actually won. Let's say that the world was back to a relatively normal state, with people regaining control of the Earth...
What would happen to your character then? (assuming he/she survives).
Go ahead and let your imagination fly, use a normal sentence or make a little story for it, it's your call.
I'm not sure about the rest yet but i know my main character would probably end up giving himself in after the war, basically to "answer for what he did" before the 7 hour war. Basically ending up in prision for at the very least 15 years (might develop that idea a bit more later)
Character's full name: William Sommers Hudson Gender/sex: Male Physical description IC'ly: A 5 foot 10 guy, very young as it's clear by his voice and general looks. Relatively skinny and not particularly rugged like most people in outlands. Hair color: Black/Brown-ish colour Eye color: Blue Face details: None. Hair design (short cutted, ponytail, etc): Short, messed up hair. It looks as if he cuts it himself (and needing practice) Approximate age: 20-ish (His age should be around 19 and 24, there's no way to tell as he cannot remember his birthday but he is still particularly young compared to the rest of the civilians in outlands, barely old enough not to be killed) Country originated from: North America, the precise location is unknown, so he could be from either Canada or the U.S.A Current location: Outlands, somewhere in Romania Accent: North American
Clothing and/or protective armour : Head: Nothing Torso: Purple hoodie. White tanktop Black coat. Pants: Black suit pants (Worn/Dirty) Jeans (Worn/Dirty)
Character information: Originally devised as a supportive character for 'Devil', William is not one of my most played characters but i've taken the time to give him a story of his own, while connected to my other characters through the usual matters, he's disconected to them in the way that he's not just a support for Eli or for Joanna, but more of a main character in it's own right that hasn't had it's time to shine yet. The more defenseless but equally as willing to help as any of them.
Character background: Very little is actually known about William's life before the 7 hour war, this is mainly because thanks to what can only be speculated as head trauma he suffers from very accute amnesia. Only being able to remember his name thanks to the fact his old tanktop had the name stitched on it (Possibly from work or something of the like). Will found himself almost inmediately in Outlands, barely remembering much of anything. His first encounter with someone in outlands was with the woman nick-named 'Devil', who took pity on the poor kid as she noticed the condition he was in. She took him in and helped him "toughen up" to the outlands style, to some extent, and teached him about who was or wasn't important in Outlands, including her 'role-model' so to speak, The Stalker. Thanks to his lacking memory, William ended up taking this strange group of people as family, Seeing Stalker (Who he came to known as Eli) as a fatherly figure in some cases. 'Devil' however slowly faded away as she finally dissapeared from Outlands, leaving William alone as he decided that if she left it was nothing he could stop. Being given a safe haven by Eli and Harley, William has been trying to recover his memory as well as understand and learn about the outlands and how to survive it from the people who he's slowly become attached to. Quick in his decisions, hot headed and yet always trying to look out for the greater good, It's hard not to draw lines between Will's attitude and Eli's. Will tries to abide his actions by what Devil taught him when she helped him survive. "To defend the helpless at all times, no matter the consequences, no matter the method."
Mental good and/or bad skills:
Good - Well meaning - Willing to go the full lenght to help someone, even if he's not the best at much things. Bad - Unwilling to admit he's not fully prepared - Issues with his memory seem to also extend to recent memory as well, making him forget certain things easily. - His methods are not always the most friendly.
Physical good and/or bad skills:
Good - Small frame allows him to go through small creaks easily. - Being young means that he's both energetic and quick with his movements. Bad - He's not muscular, or athletic, simply put he's an average person.
Character look-a-like image:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Character fitting music and/or song:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Weaponry: - A shotgun he recieved from Devil.
Equipment: - A simple backpack - An old, worn out Gasmask (Requires a filter change, probably will auth for it at some point)
Known authorized items: - None at the moment.
EDIT: Just for the record people but i've still got 2 character profiles to do before i'm fully done with these, i know you're probably getting sick of seeing me post one of these every couple of days but you can know that it'll be over soon xD
Character's full name: Martha "Gunsmith" Washington Antwiler Gender/sex: Female Physical description IC'ly: A 5 foot 7 african american woman, of old age but relatively well taken care of complexion. She walks around with a big backpack, meaning her movement is not entirely fast. Hair color: Black, slowly graying Eye color: Brown Face details: Wrinkles here and there, she has taken some relatively good care of her skin with the limited resources there are in outlands. Hair design (short cutted, ponytail, etc): Short, usually held by a bandana she has that her husband gave her. Approximate age: Aproximate 60's Country originated from: The United States. Current location: Outlands, somewhere in Romania Accent: North American (Southern)
Clothing and/or protective armour : Head: Nothing. Torso: A red T-shirt that is a bit too large for her. A white sweater. Pants: Blue worn Jeans
Character information: A character that exists mostly as a motherly figure when it comes to interactions with other people and as a help with anything and everything related to weaponry and mechanics when it comes to "use"
Character background: Born in New Orleans, Martha was someone who never really took onto anything complicated, she simply focused on the simple but enjoyable things that she could do. She always had a "need" so to speak to challenge herself to learn new things, most of the time she attempted to learn on her own. Her life was otherwise calm during all the time before the 7 hour war, she got married to the man she had been on and off with since high school, never had children (though not due to a lack of trying). Her husband was always an avid collector of firearms of all kinds, wether they were pistols, rifles, shotguns, he had a bit of everything. Always looking to spend more time with him, Martha took an interest in weapons as well, learning how to fire them, how to clean them, fix them, even learning how to jerry-rig and modify some parts of weapons. Though she never had any official training as she learned everything on her own, she became known as the best gunsmith in New Orleans, and perhaps even the whole state of louisiana. After the 7 hour war hit, Martha was never able to acommodate to the city life, having to keep her little pasion for weapons hidden from the CCA as well as people who could have otherwise been dangerous. She ended up hooking up with a "caravan" of people who had decided to exit the cities and make something out in the outer rims of the cities, the places otherwise known as the outlands. With her unique set of skills she was a lot of help for them, but unfortunately they ended up disbanding after some harsh times. In the end, "Gunny Smith" ended up having rumours spread about her skill with weapons as she found a place to call home, simply looking to live in peace and enjoy one of the few things that she felt kept her close to her late husband.
Mental good and/or bad skills:
Good - She's friendly, caring even - She's not demanding, even altruistic. Bad - She has a short temper for when someone tries to mess with her - Her work is something that has become almost an obsession for her
Physical good and/or bad skills:
Good - Very skilled with all kinds of handiwork - Precise motor skills with her hands and excellent eye-sight Bad - She's old and hasn't precisely trained her body but her mind, making her not a fighter but at best a support for more technical things
Character look-a-like image:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Character fitting music and/or song:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Weaponry: A shotgun she fixed up herself. Equipment: Tools and otherwise her backpack full of random scrap metal and broken weapons Known authorized items: Her skill with weapons Her skill with mechanics The flaregun she created for Eli.
Right. I've been helping out people iron out their RP issues or even teach them how to deal with certain IC situations for a while already, but honestly i feel like i can't just continue doing this as a 1 on 1 thing, let alone let it be a somewhat hush thing.
That's why, right now, without any charge, i'm offering whoever wants to work out some RP skills that they feel they need to brush up on a Training/Test session.
You might be asking yourself "how the fuck is that even going to work?" Simple.
Add me on steam Talk to me about what you want to work on We'll do some Steam chat RP, wether you want to attempt a specific thing like simply train your combat RP or passive RP, or if you want a random situation "test" to see how you REALLY react to something that you are not prepared for and need to improvise on the spot (as it is with most RP situations)
For all intents and purposes, these "training" sessions will be logged here after we're done. So you and anyone who might want to review it can look it up (And so you see i'm not being a bad teacher xD)
Wellp. That's all. Anyone interested add me on steam and let me know what you want to brush up on.
We've all had threads asking who do our characters look like or what are their main quotes, but now i ask you (Since i couldn't find a thread that asked this and even then it would be necro-posting) What does your character SOUND like?
Eli i'd have to go with Nathan Drake (With a bit more of an accent) When he's without his scarecrow mask.
WITH the mask however... We get a bit more creepy...
Let Sweet Tooth's "Innocent" voice soothe you, 'cause that's what the mask and it's respirator make him sound like.
As for Joanna, i think i'd go with this one.
So yeah, look up some examples and tell us what your characters sound like people :V
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