Player Section

Steam Name:  ReDrUm??
Age: 17
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Whenever I first purchased Garry's Mod, which was years ago on a different account.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: August of 2011, give or take a few months.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
A supply delivered to P3 from the Outlands including Light Black Market items (Non-UU food, radios, medical supplies, etc. gained through v flags)
One SICP 9mm pistol with the letters "RGPI" etched into the slide.
2 magazines with ammunition for said pistol.

Name: Rokus Relici
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The following is a page dated April 13th, 2018 from Rokus Relici's Journal for how he obtained the said authorizations in first person from the perspective of Rokus Relici.
I wonder where all of my friends went. Tom had his limbs chopped off, and was then amputated. Andrew got caught in some business venture with Dale, and was then amputated. Tyler got caught by a bandit in P3, he's dead. Only god knows where the hell Vex is. But you know, I'm not only talking about my friends from the past few years, I'm talking about my friends from before the war. Aleksander Kovalchuk, Harold Cocaine, Charles Lindhiem, Tetrenov Muigechev, Chris Jacobs, and Jack Gorvich. We were unstoppable back then... kings of the city... no one stood in our way...

I'm speaking of RGPI of course, Relici-Gorvich Partners Inc. I've mentioned RGPI in my journal a million times, but I'll say it again. A company named RBP, Relici Business Partners. It was started by my grandfather, Dimitar Relici, after who moved to America from Belgium. It was a small company, mainly serving contracts dealing with personal security, but after my grandfather died and I inherited the business, and things... changed. I met Jack Gorvich while I was serving a contract. I had been hired by a man by the alias of "Sloof" to protect him as he pushed drugs through Baltimore, Maryland. Jack was purchasing a shipment of Cocaine from Sloof, when I became nosy and asked what Jack needed with such a large stock of blow. He reluctantly explained that he had a criminal enterprise of his own, Gorvich Inc. From that point on, Jack and I became good friends. What started as a drug deal, turned into an alliance, which eventually turned into a merge between our companies, creating Relici-Gorvich Partners Inc. We took that city by storm, building our reputation, winning our way to the top...(//Only including this part to give background of RGPI, every character with the exception of Dimitar Relici mentioned here was actually played by someone on a server at some point in time. In other words, this all happened ICly on a server at some point.)

I wonder where they all went. Well, most of them, at least, which is the main reason why I'm writing today. I ran into an old face earlier today.

I was at some half assed bar in P3. I had a few shots of booze, I'm not going to lie. Jack always had a drinking problem, and as one of my best friends, I guess it sort of transferred onto me after we were separated during the war. I wasn't drinking like Jack did, hell, I can't remember a time where I saw him sober, but Jack drank because he loved to drink. I, on the other hand, don't. Actually, I hate the feeling of being drunk, but anything... anything is better than facing the reality of this oppressed life. I can't handle it... I just can't... me, of all people... How the fuck did I end up in this dump of a city? I'm fucking Rokus Relici, people used to fear the very sight of me. Not even the police would mess with me or my colleagues, for they knew the consequences! I used to be one of the most successful people on Earth! But now... I'm just another face in the slums of some shitty city. I bust my ass just to get a few tokens, and then go straight to the bar to drink my problems away...

Anyways, back to what I was talking about. After having a good buzz, and running out of tokens, I began to stumble my way back to my apartment. I was cutting through the construction site when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I sloppily looked back, trying to make it unnoticeable, but I was so drunk that I could barely walk straight. I noticed a man following me, and being as drunk as I was, I immediately became paranoid. I rounded a corner, and then another, and yet another, until I had walked in a full circle. When I looked back, the man was still there. At this point I knew I was being followed. Since I arrived in city 17, I had been mugged a few times, but they never made it off with more than a few tokens, typically because I drank away the rest of them earlier in the night.

I decided to enter one of the half-constructed buildings. I made my way up, trying to get as high as possible. Just as I had suspected, the person was still on my tail. On the next corner I turned, I waited for the man. He eventually walked around the corner, and the second he turned the corner, I threw my body weight into him, tackling him onto the ground. Despite my drunkeness, I managed to take him to the ground. I quickly mounted him and began throwing sloppy punches at full strength towards the man's face. I must have connected with a few of them, because the second the man had the chance, he threw me off of him and bolted up the stairs onto the roof. I slowly pulled myself to my feet. On a typical day, I would have began to run away at this point, but I was pissed, and a bit more drunk than usual thanks to the extra bit of tokens I pulled in during a poker game earlier that day. After I finally regained my balance, I began barreling up the stairs. When I made it to the roof, I saw the man desperately looking for a way down that didn't involve passing me yet again. It was too dark to make out his face, but at this point, I didn't give a shit who it was.

With a chuckle, I darted for the man. He threw his hands up and started waving them in the air, trying to signify me to stop, but I was too intoxicated to care.  When I connected with the man, I brought him to the ground. I quickly stood up, somehow finding my balance, and attempted to stomp on the man's head as hard as I could. He rolled out of the way of my shoe in the nick of time. He quickly grabbed my foot that had just been flying towards his face, and swept it sideways which brought me to the ground. He began crawling for the stairwell, but before he could I grabbed him by his foot. I dragged him to the edge of the roof, and prepared to throw him over. "You stupid bastard! Do you know who I am? I'm Rokus Relici! You don't mess with me!" I yelled at him. As I went to slide off the roof, he screamed "Rokus, wait!"

I guess I was too drunk to realize that I had yelled my name out a second earlier, but for some reason I was shocked. "How the hell do you know my name?" I questioned the man.
"Rokus... it's me..." At that moment, I regretted everything. I could pick that voice out of a crowd of 100 ever since the night that I met him while protecting Sloof.

I don't think I had been that happy in the past 3 years. I smiled widely. "Jack... Jack Gorvich? Is... is that you"
The man merely smiled back at me. I offered Jack a hand to get up, and he took it. After he had cleaned himself off a bit, we sat down, our legs dangling off the edge of the roof.
"How the hell did you end up in City 17, Gorvich?" I asked him. I didn't really know what else to say.
"I've made a friend or two since RGPI, Rokus. Let's just say I have access to this precinct whenever I want it." I looked at Jack confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Rokus, that's why I've been looking for you." I raised an eyebrow at him. Seeing my confused expression, he began to explain. "I had heard from some friends that you were in City 45. Obviously, I wanted to find you. Things hadn't been the same since RGPI shut down, but you see, transportation isn't exactly as easy... or free... as it used to be. I couldn't risk travelling to City 45 to find you, only to find out that I couldn't find a way in. But eventually I heard some rumors of a massive explosion that destroyed City 45. I didn't believe it at first, but after some investigation, I figured out they were true. I had to make sure you were alright."
"I was transferred here about 2 months prior, Gorvich." I interrupted.
"Yeah, I figured that out."
"How?" I questioned.
"It's not important. What is[/] important is that you are okay." He ended, and a silence followed.

After a minute, I decided to break the silence. This was just too... weird. "Jack, I've known you for a very long time. We've been great friends, and as much as I would love for you to say that you went on a wild goose chase just to make sure I'm living, I know it isn't the case." Jack sighed.
"How did you know?"
"Jack, my friend, you've always had an alternative motive. A business motive"
After another sigh from him, he continued. "Rokus, I do care about you, you're still my best friend, but I fear you're correct. You see, I lived in a city once, but I couldn't take it. You know me, Rokus, I need to be free. So I found a way out in the sewers. I won't get into that, but outside these walls... you need friends to survive. Friends, and supplies. I've found both of those, but as you know, business only... grows." At this point, I still hadn't a clue what he was talking about. I figured he was just rambling, but soon he got to what he needed me for.

"Rokus, outside these walls, there are no brandings. There is nothing saying that you need your food to say "UU" on it. There is nothing saying that you can't be carrying a bandage just in case you get a cut. There's nothing saying that you can't have a radio to contact your friends when you need to. But inside these walls, there is." This is when I got the drift of where he was going with the whole thing. "I can't handle life within a city, otherwise, I'd do it myself, but things just aren't selling well outside of the cities, tokens are practically useless out there. People would rather trade items, but that doesn't help our business. I need someone in the city willing to move items for us."

I thought about it for a few minutes. "Jack, do you know what happens when you get caught distributing illegal things within the city?" He nodded softly. "I can't risk it Jack... I refuse to die to these brutes." He looked up to me.
"Rokus, I'm not asking you for much. From what I can tell, the CCA doesn't even come into this precinct. All you have to do is sell some items. Help some people out. Of course, you could use the tokens, no doubt about it." He was right. I couldn't continue to live like this. I needed to do something. Legal or illegal, it's better than drinking myself into my grave. Still, I was convinced.

"Jack, last time one of my friends tried moving goods through this city, they were jumped by thugs, beaten to near death, and robbed of every possession they had. What do I do if that happens to me?" I asked. He simply chuckled and reached into his waist band. He pulled out a 9mm pistol and a spare magazine of ammo. On the slide of the gun, the letters "RGPI" were etched into it. It was impossible for me to say no.

"How is this going to work."I said with a sigh.
He smiled widely. "Once every two weeks I'll be stopping by with a shipment of items. Nothing big, only food, medical supplies, booze, radios, whatever. Over the two weeks, you sell what you can, take your cut, and return to me the rest. That's it. We've done much worse in our RGPI times. I will show you to my entry point into the city. Every Saturday at 4 AM, you meet me there. Sound like a plan, old friend?" He extended his hand for a shake.

As much as I didn't want to do this, I had to. I couldn't leave him hanging. I shook his hand, nodding. "Sounds like a plan."

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
The ability to have an IC reasoning for spawning items from the "v" flag. (So I'm not just lolspawning shit)
Obviously, the pistol will give me protection from those who threaten Rokus
The pistol may intimidate people who are thinking of harming Rokus or his business

Defects
S2 on Rokus' ass
A pistol is sure to draw attention to him
The business it's self is dangerous, and may end up getting Rokus killed, whether it be by the CCA or criminals.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan on creating black market RP by moving goods through out P3. The pistol is purely for self defense and defense of the business. It will not be used offensively at all, except under very rare circumstances that have been authed by admins. (I.E. Someone stole Rokus' goods, so he uses the pistol in order to get them back, one of Rokus's workers have been kidnapped and he needs to rescue them)

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
No, but I do plan on turning this from a one man job, into a trading organization, but they shouldn't need any auths.

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
As said, the pistol is for self defense and business defense, so please don't be all "OHEMGEE PISTOL IN CITY? HE GOING TO MUG ERRYONE AND KILL", because that will not be happening.

I haven't seen a thread about this on CG, and couldn't find any with the search, so I figured I'd make it because I find this stuff interesting. Basically just post how you got your "Internet" name.

ReDrUmHD has two parts to it.

ReDrUm was from the movie "The Shining". I used to love the movie, and watched it a lot with my grandmother, who, lived with me and was like a second mother to me. At first it was there simply because I liked the movie. Eventually I changed it to something else for a while, but after my grandmother passed away I changed it back and keep it like that sort of as a memorial. The alternating capitalization was because when I made my Steam account and name back in 2007 I was 11 and autistic.

The "HD" part at the end of my name was actually made up by ReconPWN. We both used to wear a trademark symbol at the end of our name but then he was like "It's time to change it". He found an alphabet in subscript, so we put "HD" in subscript at the end of our names. "RedRum" is apparently a very common name on the internet and every time I try to make an account on something it says the name is taken, so I always tag on the HD part.

All this time when I was on my unit, I always thought that we weren't supposed to be able to see OTAs on the scoreboard. Found out today that units can. Mine can't. It's not really a big deal if there's not a fix, but it would be nice.

    I've been in City 45 for a while now. If you asked me how long, I honestly couldn't accuratley tell you. City 45 has a way of dragging you into the dull monotony of conformity. I try to avoid it as best as I can, but for some reason the threat of having a stun stick shoved so far up my ass that you can see blue coming out of my mouth has a way of keeping me from purposely pissing off the CP. No longer having RGPI has softened me. I used to be shot at daily, now I'm scared of a damned stun stick. I haven't even touched a gun in years. I need to get back on track, what I wanted to write about.

     I found this book on the body of a woman today. I wish I could say that I was unaware of how she died, but I know all too well. Actually, if it wasn't for us, she'd still be alive. It's not like we want to kill them, but sometimes it's just out of our control. I mean, if they don't listen, what else are we to do? Well, many times, it's their own fault... but sometimes... we fuck up. This is one of those times.

     Andrew and I were waiting down by the pit, while the rest stayed back. We were waiting for our next source of income. While exchanging small chit chat, we saw her. She came waltzing out of the tunnel like it was no big deal. She was obviously new to the city. She looked young, 29 I'd say, but shit, no one looks their age in this town. We both decided that she was perfect. After breifly radioing Tyler, Vex, and Tom letting them kmow to prepare the bar, Andrew and I split up. There wasn't any talking when Andrew and I split up; we had done this tons of times. We knew exactly what we were doing.

     Andrew approached the woman from the front. He was extremely kind, and offered his assistance to her. Eventually their conversation was cut short when I came in from behind, grabbed her by the neck, and squeezed the breath out of her. After a minute or so, she laid on the ground unconcious. We dragged her back to the bar, where the boys were already ready with the secret back room. We threw her in there, and waited for her to wake up.

     She started out like everyone else; resisting to our demands at first. After a while though, she realized there was no good. Even if a savior came along, there was no way they could outmatch all five of us. We demanded everything she had. She eventually handed over what she had. That consisted of a suitcase, and 100 coins. Things went smoothly, until this moment. Tyler had made a mistake that had cost the woman her life: He adressed me as Rokus infront of her.

     Our descriptions alone were not enough to get us caught, considering that we didnt have any features that stood out. However, I swear I have to be the only Rokus in City 45. That was enough to warrant her death. Vex put her out this time, and we all dragged her to the train station. We had no other simple way of killing someone, so we always used the same method: electrocution. She awoke when we got to the station. Before we pushed her onto the tracks, she said something that bothered me. She called us a gang of no good thugs.

     I guess this bothered me because I had never thought of us as a gang before. Sure, we mugged people together, but it never processed that we would be considerred a gang. Either way, it only took a second for the tracks to char her. Using a wooden beam we managed to get her off the tracks and search her. On her, I found this. This tiny charred book.

     I need rest, I'll write more later.

//This journal is kept either on Rokus' person, or hidden at all times. Nothing read here can be used ICly unless it is found.

Adelmo Sucre's Civil Authority Application

OOC Name: ReDrUm (Constantly changing with variations; however the base is always "ReDrUm".)

IC Character Name: Adelmo Sucre

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.
     Adelmo Sucre wishes to join the Combine Civil Authority because he believes that the Universal Union is the only thing stopping the world from turning to hell. He grew up in the harsh environment of Panama, where he worked hard just to get by. He learned how to work hard when he was working at a coffee bean factory. He spent hours on end gathering, washing, and preparing coffee beans. Coffee being one of Panama's biggest exports at the time, there was always a lot of pressure to be flawless.

     The work he did was long, hard, and exhausting. The pay was low, and he often came home with minor injuries from the old, rusty machinery that they used. However, Sucre didn't mind. He was grateful for what he had, and he was prepared to sacrifice everything he had for that job. Unfortunately for Sucre, not all of the workers felt the same as him. They felt as if they were underpaid, and mistreated. The workers of the factory eventually decided to go on a strike. They did no work at all for weeks straight, and the government wasn't happy about it. They began losing hundreds of thousands of dollars due to the lack of coffee exports. Eventually, they had enough.

     One day, as the workers were protesting out front of the factory, the Panamanian military swooped in from the woods. Shouting. Screaming. Crying. Gunshots. The military began arresting all of the workers. Any who were non-compliant were shot immediately with no warning. Sucre, being one of the few workers who actually continued to work at the factory, ran outside to see what was happening. What he saw at first disgusted him, but as he watched, it slowly made him happy. He thought that these people who were ungrateful for what they were given, and deserved what they got. As Sucre watched the massacre, a member of the military spotted him. "Hey, you! On the ground! Now!" he shouted at Sucre.

     "No, you don't understand-!" He tried to scream before being cut off.

     "On the ground!" He roared back, raising his 9mm pistol to eye level, putting Sucre in his sights.

     "But-" He was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. The man purposely missed Sucre; however, Sucre didn't know that. Out of instinct, Sucre began running into the wooded area surrounding the factory. He could hear the boots crunching on the leaves behind him. This is where he made the worst mistake possible. To this day, he still doesn't know what possessed him to do this, but he did. Sucre ran home, leading the military right to his wife and son. Sucre ran inside slammed the door shut; however, it only took the Panamanian military a second to break through. Sucre was tackled to the ground by a number of soldiers. As one took his gun out and pointed it at Sucre's head, he noticed Sucre's wife and child.

   "Déjalo." That meant "Leave him" in Spanish. Without thinking about it, the soldier turned, raised his weapon, and fired two shots. One hitting Sucre's wife in the head, the other hitting his son in the chest. He turned to Sucre. "Piensa antes de actuar." Think before you act. Without another word, the military left his home, leaving Sucre to mourn his losses alone. Sucre heeded the soldiers words.

     Sucre believes that if it wasn't for the Civil Disobedience of the Citizens of Panama, then his wife, and son would still be alive today. Adelmo Sucre wishes to prevent the same thing from happening again to another man. He believes that if he was a member of the CCA, that he would be able to help with the issue.

(Sorry, it's a bit lengthy.)

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
Hardworking, loyal, respectful, dependable.

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
     I'm expecting a whole new style of role playing. Being a citizen, you experience the oppressed side of Half Life 2 Role playing. I expect that being in the CCA will give me an idea on what it is like to actually have some authority, and show me the less oppressed side of role playing that HL2RP has to offer.

     Another thing that intrigues me about being in the CCA is the new authority. I think that the acquirement of authority, but at the same time, lack of authority would be interesting for developing a character. Having an authority over the citizens of City45, yet being under the law of anyone who outranks you could create some fantastic role playing scenarios. Over all, I'm expecting to experience a new side of HL2RP, and just some good role playing in general.

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.
     Adelmo Sucre was born in Panama at a small house located out in the middle of the woods. Much of his life was spent secluded from the rest of society, only his parents to occupy him. Despite the seclusion, Sucre actually had a great childhood. He was raised in a loving family, got a good education, and had a lot of free time to do whatever he wanted to do. However, when Sucre reached his late teenage years, his mother and father both fell ill, and unfortunately passed away.

     This heart crushing event created a new chapter in Sucre's life. After the death of his parents, he decided to move to a more populated area. He took what he had left, and began renting a small apartment in a small city 50 miles or so out from Panama City. Little did Sucre know, that city would lay in ruins in within the next ten years due to the Seven Hour War. While there, he found work at a major coffee bean factory a mile away from the city. It was hard work, but it paid for the apartment he lived in, and the food he ate. Sucre didn't exactly asked for much, he didn't need entertainment, and he didn't need luxuries. He just wanted to get by. He kept this attitude for a long time, but eventually, he met the love of his life while jogging around the city one day.

     It was love and first sight, and the two naturally clicked. They dated for a while, but eventually wedded. They then had a beautiful baby son. Sucre had never been happier in his life. He had a job that paid well enough, and two people that he would do anything in the world for. Soon enough though, that all would change. One day, during a labor strike at the factory he worked at, the Panamanian Military arrived and chased Sucre back to his house. Ultimately, it led to the death of his wife and son. (I would go more into detail about this; however, I feel it would be redundant due to the fact that I just posted a wall of text about it in the first question.)

     Sucre spiraled into a depression after this. He grew a hatred for anyone who went against the government. He believed that they knew exactly what was best for the government, and that people who act out against them only start trouble. Sucre sulked for a while on this. He turned into a robot for a while, waking up, walking to work, working, walking back, then going to sleep. Repeat.  Little did he know, his life, along with everyone else's life was about to change forever.

     Sucre was assigned to City32 when the Combines first took over Earth. Sucre was uplifted by the event. He saw them as the perfect leaders for the world. They made sure that no one was harming other people directly, or indirectly. Their methods may have been unorthodox, but they worked, and they kept people in line. Sucre immediately did whatever he could in order to assist the combine. Sometimes it would be turning in people who were being uncivil, or eavesdropping on a conversation between a contraband dealer and his customer. He felt good, knowing that he was helping prevent people from suffering from his same fate.

     Eventually, for a reason unknown to him, he was transferred to City45. He didn't notice much of a difference between the two cities. He made some friends in the new city, and continued his life as normal; turning in anyone he could in order to help the city. Now, Adelmo Sucre has decided that he wants to take the next step in protecting the citizens of the city.

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?
I started whenever I purchased Garry's Mod. I was actually a staff member on 3 servers, one of which was actually ranked the ninth best Garry's Mod server at the time.

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
A long time, although I haven't kept track. I know that I played on the CG Outlands server for a while back in August of 2011.

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
I used to play on the Outlands server back in August of 2011, but there was a long gap between then and when I returned, which was about 2, almost 3 weeks ago.

4. What Time zone are you in?
EST

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

6. How old are you?
16

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
My most memorable RP experience would have to be one time back on a DarkRP server. If you are familiar with WWII, you know that there were a number of war time conferences. This was exactly like those, except it included the leaders of all the gangs/"businesses" of the server. My character, Rokus Relici, whose life I continued on the CG HL2RP server, was the leader of one of the "businesses", RGPI. Now, it would be impossible to recreate the entire thing over text here, due to the fact that it was RPed out over a weeks time, but it ended in a treaty between the gangs of the server. The treaty included a declaration of war on the government; however, at the end of the meeting, the conference house was stormed by police, and the leaders of the gangs were incarcerated, resulting in many attempted jail breaks. Based on the fact that we got everyone on the server to correctly RP on DarkRP is pretty amazing, considering most people who play DarkRP can't roleplay for their lives.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
I do.

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IC Section

Full Name: Adelmo Sucre
CID: 91970
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 6 Feet 1 Inch.
Hair Colour Dark Brown.
Eye Colour: Green.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 157 pounds.
Mental Distinctions: Typically thinks before acting.
Mental Defects: Often judgmental about things.
Mental Advantages: Good at avoiding coercion.
Notable Qualities: Physically fit, very observational, and extreme loyalty to the UU.


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
No.

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
Every single day that ration are given out, I eat them.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
I am.

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?
I do.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
I always will.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
I want to join the Combine Civil Authority to prevent uncivil behavior. In my past, I myself have suffered from citizens who think that they are above the law, and can do whatever they wish. I actually lost two people who I cared about very much. I have dedicated my life to preventing that from happening to anyone else. I believe that being a member of the CCA will allow me to fulfill goal of keeping the peace for the innocent.


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


** Edited to fix a spelling mistake, and a typo.