Long story short, I'm making a small tf2 server, an achievement server and to try and make it funner, I'm trying to implement sourcemod. The only problem is, I've tried installing it and it's apparently not installed right, but I'm not sure where I've gone wrong.
If anyone's any good with stuff like this or they can see what's wrong/fix it, please reply or contact me on steam and I'll give you ftp details, thank you.
Steam Name: Turian Councilor / Moon Age: 14 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 6 years (or around that) How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 1 year
Character Section
Authorization(s): A gold monocle A white cup and saucer.
Name: Dr. Charlotte Dawn Age: 32 Gender: Female Affiliation: Combine
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. It was her tenth birthday when Charlotte just could not hold in her excitement anymore, she got up at five or six, she didn't even know and ran across her mansion into her parents room, violently forcing them to wake up, and with success. They took her downstairs grumpily, revealing the piles of presents she had been given. After a good thirty minutes of pure unwrapping she stared at what she had been given, speechless. She finally managed to reply.. "Is that it?!" she screamed, throwing her presents around the room. Her parents exchanged worried glances, her mother quickly spurting, "H-Here honey, we got you this as well." She looked down at the monocle in her hand and nearly went on a rampage, but suddenly, she examined it closely. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she promised to wear it everyday, all day.
She even wore it on the day of the combine invasion, it nearly breaking when her car was attacked but she was far too cautious to allow it to break. She kept it heavily protected throughout her life and even now. She would rather die than damage the well being of her monocle, being the only true memory she has left of her parents. It also makes her look more intellectual and gives her a certain swagger incomparable to no other mortal being.
It was on her arrival to city seventeen a while ago she spotted a white cup and saucer on the table, containing the few last droplets of tea. Her suitcase was slightly hanging open, and so she quickly stole them and placed them gently inside. She carried them in her suitcase and took them everywhere with her, just in case she ever got tea. In extreme cases she would buy tea from CWU shops, and then swap it inside to her special cup. As a City Administrator in City Forty five, she drinks tea very frequently and keeps the cup and saucer on her immediate person, at all times along with her monocle.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks MONOCLE: A certain swagger. Appears more intellectual. Looks posh.
CUP AND SAUCER: Can drink tea anytime she wants. Can drink tea with added swag. Can boast about her tea as it is on her immediate person.
Defects MONOCLE: Must be cleaned frequently. People are going to get jealous of this beautiful pre-war piece. Can be lost/broke easily.
CUP AND SAUCER: Slightly worn and dirty. Also needs cleaning. Can drop it and break it quite easily.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? Stroll around the nexus and CA office with tea and her swag monocle. Drink tea whenever I want, in front of whoever I want. Look smart. Show off my posh background to everybody else.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No.
Which server does this apply for? City
Extra Notes (optional): I can't believe I did this
Greetings citizens of City Forty Five. As one of the newer members of the city administration team, I believe an introduction is in order, my name is Dr. Charlotte Dawn and along with my introduction I have prepared a small speech for you.
In my time before I became one of your administrators, I had noticed that citizens have begun to speak more openly of conspiracy and anti-union propaganda. Coincidence or not, this seems to have started taking place after civil protection started taking more leniency in terms of punishment. If civil protection is going to stop enforcing punishment so harshly, then we expect you to behave, I understand this is not one hundred percent of the citizen population, but even a small amount is unacceptable. If somebody is making anti-union comments, report them, every violation is still a violation. I give you a formal warning, if this uncivil and.. criminal activity does not stop, punishment will become more severe, infact, by not reporting it yourselves you are commiting a level two sociostability violation.
Let me clarify some common misconceptions regarding conspiracy: The Universal Union took over our planet - Incorrect. The Universal Union saved our planet, the world was on the brink of running out of natural resources and living conditions were swiftly decaying day by day. The Universal Union provides housing, food and water globally to every registered and behaving citizen - a colossal improvement, I'd say.
The Universal Union punishes too harshly and unnecessarily - Incorrect. Crime rates have never been lower than before the Universal Union took charge. Punishment may be on an extreme scale however, it works, and that's what matters. We keep citizens safe and free from a crime filled environment.
I hope this speech has had some effect, and I make a request to those committing violations, all you do is risk higher severity of punishment for your fellow citizens, for their sakes, stop.
Broadcast 21/08/2012.
Loyalty
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Greetings, inhabitants of City Forty Five. I am one of your administrators, Doctor Charlotte Dawn. I ask for your attention today for a few words on a rather peculiar subject - Loyalty. As you know, citizens who offer their time and themselves to the grand efforts of the Union are rewarded with various assortments, although I doubt I will need to delve deeper for the majority of citizens, I shan't let even the minority suffer with the unacknowledgement of the Union's generous efforts to reward deserving citizens. The chances of spotting a loyalist are high, and should be followed absolutely as they are the perfect role model of any good citizen.
The specific rewards of Loyalism, for lack of a more profound word, start off with the acknowledgement of your loyalist status at five points with an armband officially branding you as a loyalist and enabling you the benefit of allowing you to be interviewed for the Combine Civil Authority. From there, citizens, the rewards only increase as you earn extra rations and a sense of superiority over your fellow citizens, do not let that fool you though, you may be a valuable asset but you are still a citizen, remember your place.
Although, the rewards are only intended to be the secondary benefit of supporting the Union. The first, of course, must be the honor and pride and obvious intelligence in your decision to aide the Union in it's efforts to civilize and eventually save humanity. It is from the voluntary members of Civil Protection and the aid of loyalists that we manage to reach and maintain civil and sociostable behaviour. Along with this honor in it's rather colossal magnitude, you will also gain the satisfaction of knowing that once all primitive resistance has been quelled that humanity will evolve to it's next rightful stage, we shall become immortal, and become the real Gods! Thank you for taking the time to listen, and keep in mind the righteous goals of the Union and our goals of helping humanity to truly.. ascend. Good night, City Forty Five.
Broadcast 24/08/2012.
Union
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Greetings, City Forty Five. You may or may not be acqainted with myself, but in the case that you are not, my name is Dr. Charlotte Dawn. I am one of your newer Administrators and as always, I have prepared a speech to rehearse over the broadcasting system. The focus of this speech is Union, of which there are two official definitions: 1. The action or fact of joining together or being joined together in a political context. 2. A state of harmony or agreement: "they live in perfect union". Before I further discuss and explain the premise and point of a Union, I would first like to delve into something interesting, a revelation, I had over the last few days. Sometimes, people tell us that we, as an individual, can perform amazing tasks, perhaps even bringing rather large changes. It was a regular phrase to say, one man, or woman, can change the world. As inspiring as this statement is, it is unfortunately false. One individual is physically unable to, as said, change the world, and I am afraid nobody on this world will ever be able to succeed at such a task. Why? Well, I shall explain momentarily.
Do you think our benefactors managed to build up the Union by themselves? No, the neighboring races and species saw the promise of working together to achieve the impossible. They exceeded the limits of mortality and began to expand towards the stars in a generous campaign to adopt any struggling races and combine them into the Union. It was humanity who brought the portal storms upon themselves and it was the Union who delivered our salvation. To provoke change, you must cooperate with an ideal, a goal. To achieve your survival, to achieve immortality, you have to work with those offering the change, as change cannot be achieved alone. The very certain people I happen to be talking about, are of course, our benefactors. Those who graciously offer unimaginable, inconceivable things that can be triggered into motion by merely cooperating. By resisting against the noble cause of the Union, you only delay our transcendence for those who are sensible enough to realise this is for the better of Humanity. Thank you for listening City Forty Five, I hope you take my words into mind, and last of all, goodnight.
Broadcast 31/08/2012.
New Year
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Good evening, City 45. This is one of your Councillors speaking, Charlotte Dawn. Firstly, I would like to say, happy new year, and on the note of the new year, there are definitely some topics that need covering. First and foremost, you will have realized that the construction works that were planned sometime in the previous year have finally come to completion. Thanks only to the generous Union, are we supplied with an entirely renovated precinct and the Civil Administration Board Embassy that I and my associates now reside in. Not only this is the brand new year accompanied with, but also with a brand new update to the current Union Loyalist system, which you may find out more information on around the City itself. As with all change and advancement, there comes adjustment also. Cooperation is more so necessary than before, as osentatious changes such as the subsequent stated improvements do not happen instantaneously and require manpower and industry. Such mighty accolades of the Universal Union can only be achieved with coactive ambition and discipline, and I sincerely caution you all not to waste this chance to contribute before it departs.
Contribution can be given and received by anyone, and is notably appreciated, as before with the aforementioned loyalist system. You do not need to be part of the Civil Authority or Workers Union to devote even a miniscule amount of aid to the various forces working to maintain the harmony of the City.
If any of the listeners to this broadcast are perhaps lacking a new year's resolution, if they still make any, perhaps I can offer some insight. The major strives forward in humanity in the years before, assisted by the Union are intermittently taken for granted, and to an extent, forgotten. The only way forward, to continue these monumental achievements, is to maintain a positive attitude of appreciation and determination to continue these voluminous attainments. I will allow you to think on these words, as I must now bid you goodbye.
This is Councillor Charlotte Dawn, signing off.
Broadcast 07/01/2013.
<::|| Logged Meetings ||::>
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|Name of Board member| Dr. Charlotte Dawn |Name and City ID of the citizen spoken with| Ryan Azzarreto - 09525 |Small summary of what occurred during the meeting| Police brutality, eventually convinced it was necessary. |Personal opinion of what was suggested and or what was said in general| That the 'brutality' is necessary to maintain a civil environment.
|Name of Board member| Dr. Charlotte Dawn |Name and City ID of the citizen spoken with| Robert Gordon - 67104 |Small summary of what occurred during the meeting| State of rooms in the U.C.H, he asked about precinct 3 and resistance groups in there. |Personal opinion of what was suggested and or what was said in general| The U.C.H is being fixed up and precinct three is being removed and being replaced with a patrolled area so none of that should be a problem in a month or so.
<::|| Logged Letters ||::>
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Power of stunsticks - Addressed - No changes necessary. Access to the nexus for the day - Addressed - Denied. Civil protection being unnecessarily rude - Addressed. More security in the U.C.H - Addressed - Will be relayed to higher authority.
Steam Name: Turian Councilor / Moon Age: 14 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 6 years How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 1 year
Character Section
Authorization(s): A mask constructed of an OTA soldier helmet (eyes and mouth only) Moderate H2H skills An unregistered citizen (Thus the one word name) Higher than average strength via steroid addiction
Name: 'Bane' Age: 39 Gender: Male Affiliation: Resistance
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. On the Eve of August 4th 1977, in a cabin in Norway, a child is born. James Thompson, son of Jack Thompson and Abigail Mark, the Thompsons were in the logging business; they grew trees only to cut them down and sell the wood to paper companies then repeat the process. They were never a wealthy family but nor were poor either, they made just enough to have some excess cash. Young James aspired to be like his father when he grew up; have his own business, live among nature, have a steady income, James would often try to help with the lifting but he was only a child, all seemed well. However, Abigail had a past history with gambling, over the years leading up to James's tenth birthday, she had ran up quite a debt, it was one month after James turned ten that some very shady people came looking for their money that was promised to them, they sent round thugs to get it at night.
When the Thompson's said they didn't have the money, these thugs started to take anything of value from the house, while holding the Thompson family to gunpoint. Everything was taken, including James's presents; anything of value was hauled into the thug's truck. The thugs then lit up the forest around the cabin, torching the family's income source, then left. Enraged by the loss of the forest, the now destitute, Jack Thompson took out his rage on his wife, to him; she was responsible for the whole thing. In the violent beating of his wife, Jack had unintentionally killed Abigail; her head cracked open when she was tossed against the side of a table and bludgeoned with a poker by Jack. In panic, Jack attempted to silence his son, he ran outside after James; who had fled into the ablaze forest. James found Jack and shot him with Jack's shotgun he had taken from under his dad's bed. The authorities found James; curled up in a ball amongst the ashes of the fire, a dusting of fresh snow over the blackened earth, James was half suffocated and when he was brought around, burst into tears.
After the deaths of his family, James was put into care, he was never friends with any of the other children, he liked it that way, they would never understand, he told himself. At school, a lot people bullied him, his lack of friends was to persist until the age of 14 when a couple adopted him. James was to then move to the UK to continue his education. His carers lived with him in London's upmarket suburbs and worked in for an executive board for some cosmetics company. James was quiet around his carers; he didn't like them very much, as much as they tried to connect to him. When James went to school, he was bullied once more, this time it was far worse. In the stress, James turned to smoking and drinking; he was expelled from his high school and at 16 James ran away from home. It was in London he would spend the next six months out on the street, sleeping rough, begging for money to feed his addictions that conquered him. He lowered himself to sleeping under bridges, in doorways, in construction sites, anywhere. After half a year of homelessness, James was once again taken in by the authorities and given a free hostel room in south London and was given a job doing manual labour in a warehouse. The pay was poor but allowed him to put some towards a cheap gym, he would go there everyday for as much as ten hours a day and focus his anger into one thing, boxing. His pent up anger of his past made him vicious in the ring, a truly talented fighter, at the age of 18 James met a man named "Nick", Nick offered James a job; a fighter in the underground fight clubs, it was an offer James couldn't refuse, Nick was now James's trainer. James quit his job in the warehouse and became focused entirely on the boxing, everyday, without fail, he would train and train, determined to be the best and make a name for himself. It was in the run-up to James's first match that Nick decided to give James's steroids, James was reluctant at first but gave in and fought his first opponent under the influence of the enhancers; he fought with ferocious strength, flooring his foe in a couple punches, the thrill of victory was sweet, for the first time since when he was a little boy, James felt the warmth of happiness. He had won the first of many matches, over his career, James progressed up through the leagues, taking on better boxers, in time he earned the title "Bane" for his reputation as the bane of any fighter he faced, destined to reach the top and claim the place of underground champion. When James was 22, he had the chance finally to face the champion. James trained hard in the weeks leading up to the match. Nick then decided to up the dose of steroids for James before the match, unsafe levels even for James; who had become addicted to the drugs now. The fight finished violently, James had broken his rival's back, paralysing him. His rival pressed charges in court, the investigation found that James was indeed under the influence of steroids; Nick then confessed the long-term use. With his reputation shattered, and the verdict not looking good, James confronted Nick, enraged. They argued, the confrontation ended with Nick dead; tossed down a flight of stairs then beaten to death. In 1999 James (22) was tried by a High Court then sentenced to 20 years imprisonment in a high security complex for the murder, he was sent to the maximum security German prison of Stammheim after an incident involving the transit driver nearly being killed by James.
James's time in prison was long and tiresome. He made a name for himself by breaking another inmate's arms when he tried to threaten him, the wardens feared James and dared not try to tackle him without at least three others on hand to help. James kept his title even on the inside, the inmates only knew him as Bane and those that knew his real name dared not speak it for fear of being broken by him. Despite Thompson's notorious reputation, he remained isolated by choice, often spending hundreds of hours at a time in solitary confinement, biding time, planning his actions and attempting to piece together an escape plan. The plan however came too late as the as the year 2016 dawned and the world was to change forever.
The Portal Storms hit the prison hard, smashing the complex walls and collapsing the south end of solitary confinement. The storms ensued a riot that raged out of control rapidly; Bane made his escape in the panic, along with a dozen other inmates. James split away from the group and headed south, into the wilderness, away from the city. It was a mere few hours after the storm that an alien sound roared in the distance; the sound of an invasion force descending from rips in the sky, the Combine had arrived.
For the first few months, James lived in the forests of southern Germany, looting the abandoned forest villages and living in the woods, oblivious to the invader's regime being imposed. The tasks in the wild let him put focus away from the crushing addiction he still hadn't got over, however even he knew that they would not distract him forever, the urge, the lust to fulfill his addiction was growing by every passing hour. Then after a while, now four months of living in the wilderness, Bane saw the Aliens clearly; humanoid, clad in black, impressive armour, deep monotone voices... They fascinated James; he would follow them from a distance, watching them sweep the forests. One day, James saw them engage in a short firefight, a hunter of some sorts was held up in a cabin, the OTA surrounded it and began to close in around it. The hunter took out a unit from one of the windows but was hit in the shoulder straight after, once the battle was over, OTA left their fallen comrade, killed the bleeding hunter and moved on.
James entered the cabin and found the corpse of the hunter; an old man, his eyes cold and desperate. James then dragged the body of the Overwatch soldier into the house and tried to take the helmet off. He pulled and pulled but for all his force it was to no avail, James spent a couple days in that cabin, with the unit's body, attempting to break the helmet off, he tried several methods including using the hunter's knife to hack it off, eventually the neck weak spot succumbed to the blade and opened up enough for James to tear the mask off. The face of the unit was a colourless face; sunken eyes soulless black and surgical scars across its hairless scalp.
The helmet had been pried off but it did not fit James, it was the wrong shape, too narrow at the base, like it had been welded onto the soldier, not put on. James then decided to use this mask as a tool; it would be his symbol, his symbol of power over his enemies, an image to burn into the conscious minds of anyone he came across. He lived in this cabin for the next two months, hunted in the surrounding area, catching the odd fish in a nearby river. James continued to shape the mask; he sharpened the knife, hacked away at it until the blade dulled, then repeated. If he wasn't sleeping, hunting or working on the mask, he was exercising, not wanting to lose touch with his physical qualities. By the end of the two months (Now January 2016) James had cut out the area of the vocoder and the eyes and had then made three straps that ran from the left, right and top it and met at the back of his head. The electronics were fried, completely dead, the vocoder had long ceased operation, and the red light that once radiated from the eyes had dimmed to an occasional flicker. The mask was worth the effort though; it had been both his task and his tormentor to him in time he had channelled his very soul into this mask, it was by definition, an extension of him.
It was at this point Bane travelled; he left the cabin and ventured east, to Austria. It took six months to reach the surrounding area of Vienna, now City 45, there, in the wild around the urban zone, he discovered a group of refugees who had just escaped, Bane was told of what happens in the city, about the CCA. Bane then felt the feelings of injustice, he felt depressed by the news that humanity is enslaved! Bane then thought of what to do; should he go back? Wait in the woods until they find him and kill him and they wipe us all out? Or should he go to this city and try to stop this... This genocide, this madness that happens within the walls of that city and countless others. No. Bane knew what had to be done; he traded his clothes (They were from the cabin, he had been wearing them throughout the travel) for one of the refugee's jumpsuits and went in through the gap in the grid where the refugees came from.
Bane decided he would go to this city, to see this "Union" and their grand machine, he does not fear them but is no fool, he still wishes to live. When there, Bane would exist as the definition of fear, they will hunt him, they will fear him and may well find him but the message he will send will be that infinitely more powerful than Bane's physical strength; that they feel fear and what they fear is the people...
If he becomes a symbol, if the Mask becomes a legend, then it will send a message to the oppressors; a message of defiance and a message of justice.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks The Mask Perks: Looks scary Masks Bane's face Gives his already deep voice a menacing muffle
The H2H skill Perks: Useful when confronted with foes Combined with Bane's strength, it makes a formidable weapon
The non-registered perks: Can't be identified by fingerprints on a database No knowledge of past the CCA can use Allows him to go by one name
Steroid Perks: Increased rage when under their influence Increased Strength
Defects Mask Defects: Is VERY noticeable Is slightly shallow of air, running with it on can be difficult Restricts vision
H2H Defects: Slightly out of touch seeing how it's been over a year since he actually fought someone with them Not effective against guns Maintained via excessive steriod use
Steroid Defects: Shakes, fits of rage when under their influence, headaches Will need to constantly find more for his addiction
Unregistered defects: Becomes target the CCA can identify as an unregistered Unable to retrieve rations, needs alternative food/water source
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? Create some really great anti-citizen RP for both the CCA and the Anti-Citizens A balanced variety to roleplay that isn't seen much Have something to do related to anti-citizen/resistance roleplay (and include others, of course).
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Nobody else.
Which server does this apply for? City
Extra Notes (optional): I'm a batfag, edited a bit where it explains not using steroids during the period in the wilderness.
Steam Name: Turian Councilor Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:22624838 Character Name: Chris Hughes Reason for the switch: He's somehow on outlands now, I meant for him to be a city character and I honestly don't remember how or why he is now an Outlands character. If required, write a detailed backstory on how your character left the outlands: Time when it happened(if mis-click): I don't remember it, but I will hazard a guess between 2-4 days ago since 30/07/2012, I cannot remember the time as I honestly don't remember clicking him at all whilst being on Outlands.
Full Name: Sophie Porter Citizen identification(CID): 97567 Last Assigned Apartment Number: A2 Total Loyalist Points: 1 Sex: Female Age: 32
How long have you been in City45: I've been living in City 45 for six months.
Why do you want to join the CWU?: OOC: I've been looking for RP more organized and pin-pointed than the CCA but not as stressful, E.G dealing with minges a lot of the time. I'd also like something more passive when you don't need to be constantly on your toes, I feel the CWU could offer a new perspective of RP.
IC: Before the benefactors had arrived to guide us, I ran a small shop in town. It's really what I've done most of my life and I'm quite a friendly gal so I think I kinda fit the criteria. I'm also looking for something proper to do and a way I can help the Union in it's goals, so joining the Workers' Union would be a big honor.
Have you ever been detained before?(If so why): Nope. Never broke the laws and I wouldn't dream of it.
Past experience with work/labor: Worker and eventual Owner of Porter's Minimart, 2000-2015.
Name 4 things the CWU Can possess, and 4 things we cant. Also state why.: We can possess radios for communication. We can possess medical supplies if we are in the medical division for treating citizens and Union personnel. Special issue foods for our services towards the Union. Flashlights, for selling and for vision.
We can't have weapons, they're dangerous, obviously. We can't sell ammunition, those can be used in weapons. We can't have Combine locks or breaching charges, CWU don't need them. We can't have drugs, like steroids which can be abused. (At least if you're not in the medical division, then again, not sure.)
Tell us about what you can do.: I can chart what I bought, sold and the profits made. I can keep an eye on the goods and keep them secure, make sure nobody steals them. I'm not a shy talker so I can keep people interested in stock and entertain them. I'm quite friendly so people feel more inclined to talk and buy and I'm a fluent speaker of English so people know what I mean.
If a citizen asks for help and is new to the city, what would you do?: I'd start by greeting him, my name and that I'm part of the CWU. I might show him around the plaza or draw him up a quick map and I might sell him a beverage or two while we chat. I'd introduce him to the way things work and ways you can help and serve our Benefactors, and what not to do if you want to avoid a beating, civil violations and contraband and the likes.
~OOC Section~
Name: Turian Councilor / Moon Timezone: GMT+0 SteamID: STEAM_0:0:22624838 Roleplay Experience: Around 6 years. Serious Roleplay Experience: About a year. Detail a regular day as a worker of the CWU?: I'd wake up and RP getting dressed and ready, have some breakfast and basically see what needs doing. If any cleaning needed to be done, I'd do that, or any renovating. If none of that needed doing I'd find a building, lock the door and start putting up some decorations for a shop. I'd get some shipments I could get specific to my tier and make a menu, put it on the reception desk.
Once I'd done that, I'd open up the shop and welcome customers into the shop, sell them whatever they needed and make them feel welcome so they might come again. I'd keep a tab on my profits and make sure I've made enough. Once I had and I'm feeling tired, I'd pack up the shop and sell the door, give the keys back and I'd head back to the CWU HQ. I'd wash my uniform daily, have another something to eat and maybe head off to sleep or see if there's anything that needs doing.
Character Backstory: Sophie was born in the Suburbs surrounding London, lived with her Mam and Dad, who pretty much kept them afloat, financially. He bought and sold stocks, and had a knack at it, sometimes, for entire days Sophie would just watch her dad work his magic, and this is where she got her interest for business. She attended standard public schools, not really interested in anything until she got her options, which of course she picked business for. It was just when she started her new schooling of business that her father and mother moved to a little mart. They fixed it up, put some furniture at the top and lived there for a while. Her dad would work the till most days, her mother would clean and she would do odd jobs and chart some of the finances and profits, work experience, or so she figured.
It was just a normal day when it happened, she was coming back from school to see the shop... if you could call it a shop anymore. The windows were all put out, the items on the shelves, replaced with ashes, if the pre-existing shelves were still there. She ran upstairs as fast as she could and found her mother in the bedroom, holding their family portrait and crying. "What's wrong?". "They took him Sophie... they just came in, trashed the place and took him!". "What... Dad.. but why?!". "B-Because.." She muttered, stifling a tear, "We're black.. honey." She hung her head, it was a cruel world, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was actually that very same night she awoke to a near blinding blue light ripple through the room, quickly dimming down to a small glow. She got out of bed, cautiously walking towards the window, placing one hand around the curtain before the door flew open downstairs, almost alien groans and roars echoing from the ground floor. She stood silent, frozen on the spot until her own door burst open, it was her mother, she spoke in a hectic tone, she was panicking. "Sophie, get under the bed, now!". She didn't question why she should do so, she just felt compelled to follow her mother's instructions. It went silent for a few seconds before her door shut and locked. "Hello, are you still there?". Silence. It lasted for what could have been an eternity until it was broke until a scream ran through the shop, chilling her down to the bone. A few bangs of something charging against the door followed before ceasing. She didn't have the strength to stay awake, not anymore.
She awoke to the rays of the sun on the wooden floorboards. She slowly opened her eyes, quickly reminiscing the events of the previous night, she shuddered. She got up, her door was still locked. It took some effort, but she managed to kick it down, she started to look around, entering her parent's room. It was covered in blood, she screamed louder than she had ever done before, but it was pretty much a ghost town, everyone was either dead or smart enough to get away. She packed some essentials into her backpack and started to look for survivors, coming across many of the aliens from Xen but no combine, not yet. She stumbled across what seemed to be a military camp, and sprinted towards it only to find flechettes whiz above her head. She dived towards the ground, large figures cladded in armor moved towards her, mostly using codes to communicate. They sent her in the 'camp', loaded her onto a razor train with some others and sent her on her way.
She arrived in City 18, grateful of what the 'combine' and CCA had given her.. a fresh start. She didn't want everything to go to waste though, and decided to apply for the CWU. She wanted to pay tribute to her parents, and help the Union wherever and however possible. Unfortunately, she was picked out before she could apply and transferred to C45, her data completely wiped, she thought she'd carry on where she left off. She has also recently become a CAA (CA Assistant) after submitting her application.
Notes: Don't have any loyalty points but I heard it bugged if you put 0, didn't really want to spend 5 days cleaning windows when it would go to waste on another character. The edit was to add in this notes bit because it didn't seem to add onto the points bit in brackets. Also edited in half of the items you can possess question, missed it out. Edited a line or two in the backstory, sorry for editing so much.
He's telling me whenever he tries to post, he gets this 403 Forbidden message error, can anybody help?
I don't know much more, but if you need more detail I'll ask him.
Purple;
Adding onto this, I was in the shoutbox last night when he stated this, the user Dallas cannot post on the forums whatsoever as he gets the message provided above.
Im making this because I am quite annoyed, I made a headcrab app quite a while ago and it was denied because npc applications were against the rules of authorization apps - fair enough.
However, some applications are accepted with authorizations clearly specified that are not allowed. Either remove the rule or enforce it, because you're giving us mixed views of whether they are allowed or not.
Steam Name: Evilmaster/Moon Age: 14 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 6 years. How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 1 year
Character Section
Authorization(s): A fast headcrab character for City, hopefully in district 6. If not, then Outlands. (Im not going to go infect crazy though, don't worry.)
Name: UU.NECROTIC.15290 Age: 1 Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. UU.NECROTIC.15290 started out being born in a disclosed combine laboratory, specifically bred by scientists into a subspecies of headcrab known as fast headcrabs, designed to be used for biological warfare along with a group of others that were planned to have their growth sped up via certain chemicals, loaded into headcrab canisters and be sent via artillery into various rebel settlements to infect the public. He was not exactly singled out from the group and lived his life, born in 2016 and lived with the other fast headcrabs until he was eight months old, finishing development around that stage due to it being chemically sped up.
The chemicals worked, however there was the side effect that his muscles did not properly develop during the stage and was not as matched up as the others in par of strength but due to them not being properly developed, caused him to weigh slightly less, making him faster. They were tested, one by one and considering the size of the group, this took two months. They captured civilians from workforce intake stations and sent them to the lab, letting them in a cage with the headcrab already inside. Each and everyone of them killed and/or infected the civilian, developing quite an appetite for them. The combine then sent Overwatch in, armed to the teeth to dispose of the human host, avoiding killing the headcrab, although one or two died during the process and then scaring them back into cages with gunshots (which also killed a few, but the well majority survived).
Eventually, as the headcrabs grew, they were deemed suitable for use against the various settlements across the outlands and were sent on trains towards outposts near the outlands. They were all named and tagged, in order of which they would be released and fired. When it came to UU.NECROTIC.15290's turn to be caged and sent away, they had much difficulty, due to him being faster than the rest. After hours of jumping around and clinging to walls, they sent in an Overwatch unit to dispose of him. Unsure of what to do, UU.NECROTIC.15290 clung to the wall while the unit braced himself, taking a deep breath and clutching the trigger when..
The Exogen alarm sounded throughout the base, it appeared headcrabs were not the only Xen creatures stored here, as an Antlion guard burst through the wall, shattering various headcrab cages. The COTA, overwhelmed, were ordered to evacuate the station. UU.NECROTIC.15290 took this opportunity, leaping into a nearby ventilation shaft that had been ripped open, following it onto a train station being loaded. He leaped onto the top, clawing his way through the top of the train and landing behind a pile of food as the train started.
The lab itself was disguised as an old farm, quite large in initial appearance but obviously much larger underground. Of course, the barn on the outside looked very worn-down and in a state of mis-repair. It must have stretched a few miles underground as the laboratory looked very expensive and well maintained. The headcrab did not think about the others, most of them had already been shipped away, although eventually he will miss some friendly company and seek companionship if needs be.
Minutes passed, until a loud explosion was heard, the lab toppling to the ground as it self-destructed, the train carried on it's journey towards City 45, running along the tracks. UU.NECROTIC.15290, unaware of where he was going decided to just sit tight and see where this would take him, survival was the number one priority.
Upon arriving at the train station, UU.NECROTIC.15290 waited for the people to clear off and made his way through the sewers until he came across some canals, climbing around for a little, he saw a poster with DISTRICT 6 BAR, unsure of where he was. He is still tagged with his name, although they cannot track his location and now he must survive in a harsh environment where he is never safe. He is currently sleeping on one of the walls in the canals, in the pitch black hoping to avoid detection.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks -A new roleplay experience, and more variety. -He could be tamed by a human, and make a worthy pet (declawed, unable to dig into a body and control them) -Fast, so he can evade humans quickly and efficiently. -Small, hard to notice -Some variety to the city server, as they are almost never seen
Defects -Very weak, a pistol shot would probably bring it near death. -Not very strong, could probably be pushed away. -Cannot communicate without little squeaks. -Constantly chased, as they are seen as hostile. -Unless it was tamed, he would probably be killed eventually. -Quite stupid and uses survival instincts more than anything else
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? Bring some new and exciting roleplay to district 6, and perhaps be tamed as a pet for somebody. I would not abuse the privilege, and would make combatRP very fair and play to lose unless agreed mutually otherwise, although to keep him alive he would most likely evade attacks and leap away. It would be a new experience for myself and other people and possibly could encourage others to maybe bring some new roleplay to the table. As said, I wouldn't kill/control anyone without their ooc permission or abuse and power game with this.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Nobody else.
Which server does this apply for? Both
Extra Notes (optional): Both servers, incase im not allowed this for city seeming as nobody else has applied for one, so whichever fits. (I would still prefer city though) Edited some of the backstory, added some extra detail on the lab.
1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Combine Civil Authority and what lead your character to do so. Kory lived in an area with a very high crime rate and very low income, almost a slum. She was mugged a lot and even raped once, causing her to act differently towards males than she would with other females, being lesbian only made the experience worse. Ever since her dad was stabbed in the slums, she wanted to join law enforcement of some sort, the police tried to avoid the area she lived in, it was run by wealthy gangs, and cops were either paid off or too scared to do anything about it. The reason she didn't join law enforcement, was she was not strong enough to pass the physical tests, seeing the union augmentations as an opportunity.
Kory looks very highly upon the Union, preferring to be around the CCA more-so than other civilians. Her dream ever since the combine have invaded is to see a city administrator, being brainwashed into believing that these people were the perfect people, and viewing their word as gospel. She has been into district 6 a few times, seeing a few members of the so called "resistance", being assaulted and almost mugged before she got away and cried for help from a unit, detaining the man.
That experience, which she recovered emotionally from and following the words of the great city administrators made her view the resistance as thugs trying to disrupt the peace, almost developing a hatred of them. She also knows that the CCA can be quite harsh, and people end up disliking the combine. She does understand, and is going to try and perhaps refresh peoples view of the CCA, upholding the law and trying to be nicer than most high ranking units, assuming she gets this far (she will fail, being more brainwashed as she goes, from a nice girl to a cold, heartless monster, which will be fun to develop).
2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy) At the moment, Lawful, reporting every crime she sees. Good, generous, honest, kindhearted and quite merciful as a low ranked CCA. Also quite intelligent, an IQ of 140.
3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character. This is going to be a completely new experience so I will pay 100% attention to all of my training. It will be a long and hard journey but hopefully very worthwhile. It will be fun as well, a change from the civilian rp, probably taking priority over my vortigaunts as well. Im still quite new to HL2RP, but I feel I am able enough to be able to roleplay a CCA unit quite well, this will also be fun as I roleplay Kory from the good heart-ed, innocent woman she is now into a cold shell of her ex-humanistic characteristics.
For kory, it is going to be a satisfying journey of being trained and upholding the law and performing her duties. It will also be as mentioned development from her old personality and being subconsciously brainwashed further and further into thinking of the civilians of a lesser race, perhaps even hating them as much as she does now to the rebels. She will also feel better about herself, finally reaching what she had dreamed of as a child, and having the sense of satisfaction of capturing criminals like the ones that she had to live with herself.
4) Please provide a detailed back-story from an out-of-character perspective on your applying character. This section must be detailed and consist of a minimum of 300 words. Kory was born in a very poor, lawless part of Iran. The country was ravaged by war and where she lived was run by lots of wealthy, armed gangs. You either did what they said, or you died. Kory grew up with her dad, her mother dying from childbirth, not being able to get to a hospital. She was very close to her father who actually managed to get her a decent education. It was very costly and due to this he had to get three jobs. He probably would have stopped if Kory did not have such a rare talent at Science and was also quite Linguistic. She lacked a muscular figure, eating whatever she could find, and tried to talk her way out of situations rather than use violence. Of course, in a place run by violent gangs, that didn't work. They took what they wanted, and this left Kory with an insatiable hunger for power. She stayed in education and learned whatever she could.
When she was 12, she came home from school to an empty house. She waited in their home for 6 hours, quite worried. The sun was setting, and still no sign of her dad. She put on her shoes and looked outside for him, asking people if they had seen him. She returned at 1AM to no avail, perhaps he would be back tomorrow she thought. Quite peckish, she went into the fridge for something to eat, only to see her father stuffed in the fridge, dead. She screamed and screamed, crying, until her neighbor came in, she took Kory in. Kory never did recover, swearing to find who did this, and kill them.
Her neighbor fed her, gave her a place to sleep. She was thankful, but soon enough alcohol came into the household. By the age of fourteen, she was assaulted on numerous occasion. Nobody dared to help her, as Kory had not known her neighbor was actually working for one of the main gangs. It was when she turned fifteen, drugs came in too and she was almost murdered, escaping the house and running away. She ran until she was in the drained canal, sitting down against the wall and falling asleep.
She awoke with shadows around her, chattering lightly, silenced as she opened her eyes. There were four girls, three looking similar to herself, they offered to let her live with them, taking pity on her. The school would not let her stay there with nobody paying the fees anymore. She politely accepted, and survived as best she could in those canals. The girls were around 18, being more knowledgeable, having run away from the towns like Kory. They taught her how to survive, although being reliant on Technology it was very hard on her.
In the course of two years, she grew very close to them. She even got into a relationship with one of the girls: Sera. She had long blond beautiful hair that swayed in the wind and piercing blue eyes. Kory loved her almost as much as her father and they got closer and closer Sera revealed that the girls were all part of a vigilante group, fighting against the gangs. She was worried, and with reason. They came in the night, killing Sera and kidnapping the rest.
She woke up the next night, the skies ripped open in blue storms. Aliens were everywhere, Vortigaunts and headcrabs, zombies too, slowly killing all of her kidnappers. She walked through her prison of sorts and reached the main room, with a few men with SMG's firing in all directions, a man in the middle she presumed was the leader. Her attention turned to a desk full of photos, a picture of her dad and Sera with a cross over them. Enraged, she picked up a pistol from the floor, aiming, using the element of surprise and shot a bullet right through the leaders head. It felt good, she liked it. She had gotten some sort of revenge, but it was cut short as antlions burst through the wall. She ran and ran, running for her life until she bumped into a human like figure, cladded in armour holding an SMG. She was knocked unconscious.
She woke up in a train station, lying in a bed. She noticed two cans next to her bed, ripping them open, the supplements were quite tasty. The breen water was even better, trickling down her throat. It tasted different, her brain tingling and she begun to have light amnesia. Quite worried she asked a unit what was happening, but to no response. The amnesia wore off and eventually she felt like she was forgetting something. She continued drinking and eventually she forgot more and more, almost as if the memories were being.. replaced. She lived in city 48 for a while, sticking to herself, still quite emotionally scarred. She admired the CCA, upholding the law doing whatever it takes. She wanted to apply, but was moved due to overpopulation. Now she lives in city 45, thankful for protection from the creatures from Xen, hoping to join the civil protection.
5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming? If so, explain why it was removed. No.
OOC Details
1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general? 6 years, as I started very early.
2. How long have you played on serious servers? A year.
3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming? Almost three weeks.
4. What Time zone are you in? GMT+0
5. In what country do you live? England
6. How old are you? 14
7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience? My most recent would be me going into district 6 with my window cleaning buddies for a drink when we heard noises from the warehouse. We ignored it, sitting on the bar when a zombie burst from the floorboards. We ran out, unarmed, shutting the door and telling people to move. We slowly re-entered, the zombie gone. Uneasily sitting down for a drink, when it re-appeared, and in numbers. We ran further into district 6, just to be ambushed by an antlion. My friend got pushed off the railings and broke his leg and we sought him medical attention. It was very fun and blood pumping.
8. Do you consider yourself a good listener? Yes.
IC Section
Full Name: Kory Sroka CID: 30320 Age: 25 Gender: Female Height: 5ft9 Hair Colour Brown Eye Colour: Blue Sexual Orientation: Straight (had to change this) Weight: 120lb. Mental Distinctions: Acts differently around men. Mental Defects: Merciful, pitiful. Mental Advantages: Intelligent, skilled in medicine, fast reactions. Notable Qualities: A good thinker but quite weak.
1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain? I was studying CCA units, hoping to apply someday. They took me in, presuming I was working for the resistance or something, interrogated me and I was released uncharged. Another time she was detained for leaving district 6, not sure what for to be honest.
2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations? When they are issued.
3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union? Yes, my life for the Union.
4. Do you as a Citizen and future Civil Protection Member accept ALL actions performed by you and those under your command as your OWN responsibility? Yes, my actions are my responsibility.
5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live? Yes.
6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority? The CCA seem to be a very good law enforcement, and hopefully I can gain something from the experience. The CCA is the next step in evolution and the way forward in Kory's eyes. I have never been in the CCA before so this will be very new and exciting.
Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.
I, Kory Sroka hereby swear my mind, body and soul to the Universal Union forever so long as I draw breath. I do so knowing that my actions will be held accountable to me and solely myself. I also declare my knowledge that as a Member of The Universal Union that I will be required to perform tasks above and beyond as well as perform ANY task ordered to by ANY commanding person(s). I hereby acknowledge the fact that as a Civil Protection Task-force Unit that I will be losing most, if not all, communication and or past relationship with anyone outside of the Universal Union's operational bounds.
I press on the green apply here button, as you would normally, but it goes to a blank page and redirects me towards the index for some reason, for both google chrome and internet explorer.
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