Post by deeshy on Nov 16, 2015 20:25:11 GMT -8
Steam Name:
Deeshy
Steam ID:STEAM_0:1:21390535
Age (IRL):
13
Time On New Horizons (HalfLifeRP):
About 2 days on 11/16/15
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
Over 2 Years
Past Experience With MPF/Conscript:
I've been MpF on multipul servers, my highest rank ever was a Standard STORM unit, or the SeC's personal task force unit( On that server I was playing on. First server I played on was MMG Masked Man Gaming, then a ton of others after that one died. On the conscript side of things I was a captian on a recent server ( Can't quite remember the name) which recently died, leading me to follow Terry The Horse onto this server.
Why Should We Accept You:
I have plent of experiance with RCT and 05 RP including new conscripts as they should be some what hesitiant ( Atleast on past servers ) to carry out Amputations or even to beat someone with a stunstick. I know some of the people on this server and love to roleplay, Passive and unpassive. I'm quite friendly and would love to get back into the RP style after a about 2 month break due to my past server dieing and not knowing which server to play on. I dont minge or abuse any powers of any sort aswell.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The MPF/Conscripts:
To my basic knowledge Conscripts are the cannon fodder of the UU and UUCA, essentualy put out onto the front lines to keep the precious MpF and their gear safe. Conscripts arn't regurally well louded out in the beginning to my knowledge. I assume I will be doing general things like issuing movement violations and the such, but their is a possiblitiy that there might be a time where I have to help out with serious things.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
John Jackson, a low speaker, yet a broad man makes the journey of a life time. After arriving in city 45, smelling the brisk air, he knew it was a new start. Looking around he identifys some potential friends, yet they all had these weird armbands around their upper arm. After his first day, he makes a friend named Liam Kelly, finally finding out what those armbands mean, "Loyalists," Liam said to John. This only fueled to fire to become one of 'them', finally getting enough guts to actually walk up to one of the MpF patroling the streets. "O-Officer, do you have any loyalist work?" John questions. The MpF letting out a chuckle, "Of course."
After scrubing walls, cleaning MpF's shoes to perfection, days on end of loyalist work, he finallys gets 15 loyalist points, enough to get him a cozy room to live on the upper levels of the UCH. Finally after about a week, John finally settles in, somewhat happy with his current state of living. All good things must come to an end, and for John, that day has come. A recent uprising has been started by some Roman wanna-bes, John hiding in his room after a quick skirmish between the Legion and the MpF, the Legion made their getaway taking some of the MpF's lives. A startling sound vibrates throughout the thin, dark air just as the rebels make their getaway, soon following heavy footsteps heading towards the Hard point. Soon after, a cannon shot rings out then a new sound, alongside a new Artificial Intelligence saying "Autonomous Judgement is now in effect. CODE: PLAN.SEIZE.AMPUTATE." John's mind was racing at the thought of it all. Screams of both Citizens and whatever was out their perching his ears, the sounds of footsteps now entering the UCH, the sound of doors being busted down with gunshots ringing out. The footsteps only get closer.
John, terrified of what might happen, slowly awaits his demise, the footsteps sound like their right on the other side of the door. The door flings open, multiple MpF storm in guns raised, "This is the one," followed by a MpF getting closer and then it all goes black. Black, the color of death, yet he feels alive, waking up in a frantic attempt to move something holds him back. Finally, John calms down, gazing around the bright lights, nothing like his flickering, dull light in his apartment, this place felt out worldly then it hits him, "You've been selected..."
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
Setting: Regular Patrol
NOTE: I'm using past experience and knowledge that Conscripts are not brainwashed at Pvt. if this is different pls of course contact me so I can edit 
Conscript Radio: Pvt. Jackson patrol D1, Pvt. Baker accompany Pvt. Jackson
Me: Yes sir.
Baker: Yes sir.
*Both men walk out of nexus, their new conscript uniforms reflecting the tiny bits of light coming through the gloomy clouds.*
Me: So Baker, anything new? *Trying to make small talk as they patrol the nearly empty streets.*
Baker: Same old, Same old, horrid food in the canteen today. The chefs must be lazy.
Me: *Lets out a small chuckle* Yeah it was pretty bad.
/me comes across a can picking it up mumbling something under his breath*
Me: Damn litters can't even walk ten feet to put up a can.
Baker: Yeah, its been pretty bad around here, its almost a ghost town.
*A Group of citizens come out of the UCH, scattering about followed by a couple MpF.*
Me: Wonder what they were up to, its pretty crazy we don't share a common radio frequency.
/me puts the can into the trashcan, catching up to Baker who went ahead a couple steps.
Baker: I guess they don't trust us or something, but you know those MpF do super TOP SECRET stuff. You know? * Letting out a little chuckle*
Me: I guess there is times that you can't trust us, but it just doesn't seem logical that they would do that.
Conscript Radio: We have reports of an assault on a citizen by another citizen on the second floor room A of the UCH.
Baker: Well then I guess we just got our ticket out of walking around all day.
Me: Yeah, but I'd rather not get stabbed.
*The two pick up the pace jogging over to the UCH, walking up the steps they can hear some rustling from one of the rooms.*
Me: Whelp, here we go. *Flicking on his stun stick, he would take the right side as the hinges are on that side, Baker taking up on the other getting ready to kick the door open.*
Baker: 3. 2. * He would put up his index finger as a single as #1, then proceeding to kick the door open.*
* Inside is a man and a female, the man having a rock with a sharpened edge, the women already bruised and looking pretty malnourished.*
/me enters as Baker kicks open the door, yelling, "On the wall both of you now!"
* The man would continue to beat on the woman, Baker proceeding inside running at the man with his stun stick on then attempting to hit the man on his left side of his chest.*
* The man would let out a yelp of pain as the electricity surges through him, almost immediately dropping the rock the woman crying on the floor.*
/me radios into the conscript radio, "We need a medic in Room 3A of the UCH, Citizen. Female. Injured from a white male with a rock.
*Baker drags the man to the wall, bounding his hands together with one of his zip ties, myself attempting to keep the woman calm as footsteps come scrambling up the steps, guessing it was the medic.*
*A UUCA.UNION.05 enters the room, along side a UUCA.HELIX.05 the UNION releasing the conscripts back to their duties the UUCA taking over the operation.*
~~~IC PART~~~
Name: John Jackson
Citizen ID: 32235
Age: 36
Skills: Speech, Intelligence, Plays the Piano, Gun Experience( Used to have a concealed carry permit ), Somewhat Strong, Technology.
Infractions With An Officer (Explain):None
