So the new Xbox was revealed yesterday...

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbWgUO-Rqcw" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbWgUO-Rqcw</a>

"XBOX GO HOME!"

I have no expectations for it... Only bad ones.


Post your... expectations and hopes for this new console.

mfw

Player Section

Steam Name: Dallas
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): One and a half years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: One year and two months

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-A black suit jacket with white cotton shirt

Name: Victor North
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Victor crept cautiously through the downtown ruins of City 17, his eyes tracking the street ahead for any motions. He turned his gaze to an alley, flicking on his flashlight; a decaying body of a citizen lay in the gloom, days old with a single crimson hole in its head. North's clothes were a mess, he needed to ditch them for something else. He'd acquired a citizen uniform in months past but he would need something extra... something special. Numerous items of clothing had crossed his mind- he wanted something that was smart and trim but also something flexible and wouldn't be too difficult to move around in. Oh the choices... Well, it would be if the clothes actually existed in this city.

Deciding to take a break from the street as a CCA patrol team ambled into the alleyway, Victor took refuge in the doorway of a city studio apartment complex. As Victor rested agains it, the door slid open and Victor took it upon himself to enter and search out some clothing. As he ascended the staircase, heading past the derelict elevator and towards the doors lining the first floor. North waited for the sound of the patrol to ebb away into the background noise of the city before he approached the first door. Victor delivered a swift kick to door, sending it flying open, dust flew forwards to Victor, greeting him as he stepped in with his flashlight. The room was empty, all supplies gone- hell even the mattress was missing. Victor backed out of the room and tried the one next door. It was a little bit better; the bedroom was still stocked well, there was even a wardrobe! Perfect! Victor headed over to it, yanking the doors open and shining his torch around. Inside was an array of boring business wear, not Victor's thing, he pushed it aside until one thing caught his eye- it was a pretty nice white shirt. He threw off his citizen gear and put it on, next he searched through the dull array of jackets until he found a trim black one, he tried it on, a surprisingly good fit.

Victor thought that he should try this more often as he dressed fully in the gear, stuffed his civvies into his backpack and sauntered out the building.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
+Looks daaaaamn good.

Defects
-Makes poor Victor rather obvious in a crowd.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Wear them well. Use it to set the character apart from others.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nope

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):
http://puu.sh/2t3ab <-- Clothing image

so op

Yo. Got this work made by brother. It was supposed to be ready for the C45 map event but things got delayed. Here it is anyway, with a new spin.



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I've been listening to them since 2009, I love their songs so much and while I don't understand a word of it, it carries lots of emotion. Some of these songs are just so moving.

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VvB_UmmIzk" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VvB_UmmIzk</a>

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnAwPeqrdAk" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnAwPeqrdAk</a>

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lwf-ICtzKw" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lwf-ICtzKw</a>

I highly recommend them. Seriously.

Player Section

Steam Name: Dallas
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Since the days of late 2011
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: January 2012

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-A 25 inch Silver Latin Machete
-A leather sheathe for said machete
-To have survived the liberation of C45


Name: Richard Sherlock
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.

The ground beneath Sherlock's feet trembled. The fighters spilled from every corner of the plaza now, flooding Precinct One. Sherlock had managed to position himself by the monument, he and several others were providing covering fire as the fighters moved on the Nexus doors- Sherlock had no idea how they intended to get inside but it wasn't his concern, he was too focused on clearing the city first. Despite the losses in the battle, they had taken the Embassy and incapacitated a member of the Civil Authority high command. Now they were at the Union's door, the sweet taste of victory had Sherlock nearly salivating at the thought of it. The thought that the efforts of himself and many others wouldn't have been in vain.   

Sherlock cast a glance to the train station behind him, shifting himself so that he couldn't be flanked by fire; the doors swung open as an Overwatch Elite filed in, a flurry of bullets spraying the walls around him. The door was quickly sealed and no-doubt barricaded once more. Though the feeling of victory was elating, Sherlock wasn't one to let it cloud his judgement. The Union wouldn't let us take this city by any means... There was going to be a counter-attack or some kind of--

Dispatch interrupted Sherlock's train of thought:
"ALERT: NEXUS SINGULARITY CORE STATUS: UNSTABLE. ALL GROUND UNITS PROCEED WITH EVACUATION. SINGULARITY COLLAPSE IN: T-40 MINUTES."

Of course! Classic scorched earth policy! Why hadn't he seen that one coming. Sherlock vaulted the monument railing and made a dash for the sewer entrance through an old store. As noble as it would be to stay and fight, Sherlock had no intention of perishing in the name of a total stranger with night vision goggles, Third Eye or not. Richard clambered down the service ladder and pretended to look supportive as he gestured up a few more fighters, they filed past Sherlock in a hurry, eager to join the fight. Either they didn't hear the dispatch or they didn't care. Sherlock slung his two remaining molotovs into his backpack and headed into the dark, his flashlight providing a guide along the chaotic stormdrains. The sound of persistent battle raged above him, the walls around him continued to shake as the Nexus core continued its destabilization, Richard considered his options on how to get out of the city... There was no way he could escape the blast radius in forty minutes on foot and with the Civil Authority going autonomous all over the outer districts. He would have to get creative.

Once Sherlock reached the canals, a dispatch blared faintly; apparently the CCA caught on that the frequency was compromised. No matter, it was too late for both parties to do much about it. The liberation of City 45 was a short-lived affair indeed, it was only a few hours ago that Sherlock had gathered at the warehouse with the rest of the initial mob, now he was fleeing the city. Funny old world we live in.

Richard crawled through the bent canal grate and then continued on his way to a place deep enough underground and far enough away from the Nexus where he could wait out the blast. The dispatch echoed through the darkness; it was not the monotonous female this time however but rather a unit, probably one of quite some rank...

"Attention ground units. This is Section Leader 00621. If you are hearing this broadcast then you have missed the last evac available... Do not be disheartened and know that you will be remembered as heroes. Die knowing that your sacrifice was not in vain and that we will see to it that the orchestrators of this attack are brought to justice."

Sherlock kicked in a maintenance hatch, shining his torch frantically around the blackness in search of a place to stay; the room was a low dark nook with a couple empty rusted barrels being the only feature of the room.

"You have done the Universal Union a service..."

"And for that, we are grateful..." The dispatch cut off as a thunderous deep roar boomed from the Nexus. It had begun.
The sound of the core flaring up was deafening, the boom continued to shake the ground violently.

Richard sealed the hatch behind him, turning the lock with a clunk and clambering into position in the corner of the tiny room. The shockwave rippled forth as the core imploded then expanded rapidly, consuming the city in fire and plunging Sherlock into darkness.

---

Three days later

After a long and hazardous climb from the half-collapsed tunnels beneath the canals, Sherlock had journeyed through the outskirts of the city, along the canals of the city. The trip was eerily quiet; the sky was ablaze with the firestorms that raged from ground zero across the horizon, choking the air with a thick smoke. The ash drifted from the heavens as Sherlock drew closer to the Outlands, he had only seen a few refugees, they were all terrified and confused, survival was all people were focused on. Was this the great liberation the Third Eye promised?

Ineu Pass was a long way away and his usual route had been compromised due to the city exploding... An unforeseen event but Richard was sure it wouldn't completely hinder him. There could be another way there, perhaps if he made it to the forests then it would only be a matter of-- Something struck Sherlock in the back of the neck, he stumbled forwards, grunting once before a sharp gasp escaped him, a sudden pang of pain ran up his spine. Richard flung his hands back to his neck and tore the thing from his neck; it was a small cylinder with a sharp needle on the end of it, a small capsule was empty inside the cylinder. Sherlock's vision began to blur, his legs felt weak, his arms fell to his side- they were so heavy, his head swarmed with pain. Sherlock collapsed to the ground, a final gasp of air escaping him as a faint figure emerged from the distance and began to run to Sherlock's direction. Then once more, Sherlock was left in darkness.

Twenty-Eight hours later

Sherlock inhaled sharply as the ice cold water was dumped over him. He shook himself awake, his vision still impaired and his head spinning with agony. Sherlock tugged instinctively at the restraints, his joints ached in protest until he fell limp. Sherlock was chained to the wall of some kind of cellar; he was in the gaze of a blinding floodlight. Strangely enough, this didn't look like a Combine facility... Too dirty, not metal enough. Then a shadow stepped forwards, tossing an empty bucket back behind it, the figure then spoke in a cracked vocoded voice; it was now apparent that Sherlock's captor was Civil Protection.
"<:: Anti-citizen. You have been found guilty of level one contraband possession and many other crimes- all of which warrant--" The vocoder cut out, a male voice with a Scottish accent muffled from beneath the mask. "--amputation." The man then raised Sherlock's weapon up, displaying it as if to prove him guilty.

The unit couldn't have been more than an oh-three... A loose City 45 armband was strapped to his torn shoulder, it was soaked in blood. The unit winced with pain, he made a slight noise of discomfort as he shifted himself closer to Sherlock, his un-masked voice continued. "You will be executed immediately..." Richard looked up at the man, studying him over.
"Oh-Four, Three-Eight-Seven... Section Three of C45 District Two." Sherlock snapped quickly. The unit froze, turning to face Sherlock.
"Wh-What?" The unit exclaimed, taking a single step back.
"What's the matter, unit? Your armband tells me too much about you." Sherlock spat once on the ground, looking to the right to see his gear folded on the fringe of the shadows. "It also tells me that we could help each other out here."

The unit paused, looking into the dark and then back at Sherlock- who took his cue to continue. "Assuming you're alone, which by the state of this place and the lack of radio traffic on your frequency, you are and the fact you are unarmed, forgotten and have been left to die here by your superiors who are by this point dead or going to be shot for failure-" He took a breath. "--You may want to re-think shooting a man who can get you out of here safely."

The unit countered with. "I am armed--"
"With my gun." Sherlock replied, eyeing the 9mm still-on safety.
"I can still shoot you!"  387 snapped, raising the gun.
"But what's the point?! You'll be killed in a few days if you stay here."
387 pulled the trigger, the gun failed to fire. He then panicked and tossed the weapon on the ground, cursing loudly. He let a small sob escape his cracked mask as he turned towards the darkness.

"How long, Three-Eight-Seven? How long since you've received directives from high command? From your other units?" Sherlock jeered, 387 fixed his vocoder into place with a sharp hit.
"<:: Shut up! I'm in charge here!"
"Are you sure, unit?" Sherlock pried. "You are alone! All alone with no chance of rescue!" The unit grabbed his radio from his collar and spoke into it, his vocoder once again breaking up.
"I-I repeat! This is 387... I need evac! Anyone- respond!"

A silence confirmed Sherlock's words, the thought began to creep into the unit's mind. 387 cursed once more, he set off into the darkness only to return moments later carrying a large sheathed machete.
"Woah-woah-woah! Killing me won't solve this!" Sherlock protested, tugging at the restraints feebly.
"Neither will letting you live!" The unit shouted as he drew the blade; it's surface was soaked with dry blood, probably no more than a day old.
"Th-Think about it! I know the way out of here! There's a place I can take you to! Ineu Pass, it's real safe!" The unit paused again, Sherlock went on. "I know people who have dealt with identity before- we can make you literally drop off the database..." Sherlock swallowed once, his mouth was dry and his throat burned with pain, he waited for the unit's response. The response was what Sherlock wanted; the unit sighed loudly, he dropped the machete and set about releasing the shackles. The unit released Sherlock's right hand and then set about releasing his left, he said.
"If you can deliver... I'll let you liv--" Sherlock seized the unit's throat with his right hand as his left became free. Richard pushed the unit to the ground with a leg sweep.
"Not the best idea to leave my legs unrestrained..." Sherlock stepped on the unit's hand as it dived to the machete, Sherlock picked it up carefully by the handle. "Neither was un-shackling me." The unit sobbed again, the vocoder now jumping between words.
"P-P-Please! L-Let me live!" Sherlock shook his head.
"How many people have you killed, unit?"
"N-None I swear!" The unit lied, Sherlock plunged the machete into the unit's chest with a heave, blood spluttered through the splintered mask.

Sherlock gestured around the room with his left hand.
"You had to kill someone to get this? Did you even know their name?" The unit gave nothing but a gargled response as he tried to draw his last breaths of air. "I'd like to know your name. Your real name." Sherlock knelt by the unit and tore off his loosely clipped mask; the man was early twenties, military cut dark brown hair, his blue eyes were wide with fear, blood trickled from his mouth in rivulets.
"A...A-Angus." The man managed to say barely. Sherlock only stood up and nodded grimly. He tore the machete from the man's chest and started over to his gear, scooping up the sheathe as he set about preparing himself for the journey.

One week later

Ineu Pass was dust. How convenient. Overwatch must have finally realized just how badly the place needed cleansing. Sherlock had decided to backtrack his way north in search of a path that led to the rumored settlement of Ineu Valley- a place that was apparently newly settled and where most of the Pass had fled to before blowing up the road tunnel, how considerate of them. Not like these people were anything close to considerate anyway, it was rather apt they had blown it up. After many days of tedious travel, Richard finally reached the Valley, he had to clamber down a steep rocky path to get there but hopefully the safety of the valley would have been worth the journey. Perhaps now, Sherlock could continue his work without the prospect of being hunted by the CCA. That was certainly the last time I visit a city... He thought to himself as he set off towards the town. Though Sherlock knew that it was more than likely his circumstances would change rather soon.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
-Machete: A large weapon which can be used for some practical things like cutting into things along with self-defense
-Sheathe: A handy way to store this rather large blade
-Surviving 45: Sherlock lives

Defects
-Machete: A close range weapon only, will need to be sharpened routinely
-Sheathe: Pretty much just a sheathe. No super special biolocks or some shit. Literally just a place to hold a blade.
-Surviving 45: If he comes back to a City then things will be incredibly difficult as there is probably lots of pictures of him armed in P1 and him blowing up the UCH despite the fact his face was covered the whole time.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to use these auths to continue Sherlock's story and add another means of defense for him to utilize in Outlands.


Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nope.avi


Which server does this apply for?
Outlands


Extra Notes (optional):
Raged said I could use his unit for the dispatch.

Here is a reference image for the machete...

The map change event for City will take place tomorrow (Saturday the 16th of Feb) at 10:30pm GMT-0, that's 5:30pm EST! Be there or be a triangle. This event will be run by pretty much all the SAs and will probably be be one of the largest events attempted. Good luck to all who attend and we hope you have fun.

#TakeBack45

Good afternoon, Doctors and Councilors of City 45. I - Councilor Eolas - have been selected by Consul Cullen to act as Consul in his absence. In the short absence of the Consul I expect you all to become rigorously active, I wish to hear of each of you having issued at least one speech in the next two weeks and issued citizens/contributed to the work allocation of citizens.

Activities such as this can include, but are not limited to: work cycles in the warehouse, encouraging public loyalty displays, encouraging citizens to open stores and organizing loyalist/CWU gatherings such as the teaparty (I must be consulted beforehand however).

A note to any who fail to meet what I have set; I shall be speaking with Consul Cullen about your immediate removal from power should you choose to ignore this memo.

Thank you and have a pleasant day.