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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.
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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.
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