Terry's Conscript Application [in-complete]

Civil Protection Application

haha so generic




Steam Name: Terence the Horse


Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:37513070


Age (IRL): Not disclosing this, personal and internet reasons.


Time On New Horizons (HalfLifeRP): Atleast a few days, haven't been counting.


Time On Half Life 2 RP: Two years.


Past Experience With MPF: I've been MPF on multiple servers, my highest rank ever was a Union DVL, on the server Darkwater Roleplay, shut down earlier this year.. First server I played on was some server called Equinox, then a ton of others after that one that died. With the conscript idea, the highest I was, was a private since I was killed by the general for some fuckshit reason, and because of that and that was the last time I played conscript, a year ago. I want to get back into that.

Why Should We Accept You:

Well, it's really just your choice on why you should, but I think I should put something flattering..

I have plenty of experience as a conscript as I was often put into the front lines, and have been shot quite a bit, but that's just the usual biz. I have roleplayed as Union DvL, a EpU, a OfC, and 04-03 for quite awhile.  I'd say I just -might- have enough experience to do this shit correctly.


What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The MPF:
Being cannon fodder and ammo-sponges while the MPF move in and neutralize the units, I'd guess. That's what I normally did as Pvt. Higgins, a ammo-sponge for rebel soldiers, and a distraction for snipers. To my basic knowledge, we'd just have some SMGs and pistols to hold off the hordes of malnourished, horny teenagers attacking us. But you know, I could be wrong.

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Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
Cletus Withard, oldest child of 8 sisters and 7 brothers, two mothers and one father, he grew up on a ranch in California, in the mountains. When the Seven Hour War struck, the first thing he did was keep his siblings safe, but all his brothers and 7 sisters ended up dying. Kelley was the only one left alive, and she struck out on her own, living off the outlands. His father and mothers left on their own, and he was taken to a city, his ranch left in flames. Living within the confines of a city, he lovingly remembers his old life. Working the wheat fields, corn fields, and milking the cattle, butchering pigs and breeding mountain goats. He wasn't much of a friendly man, he often made plenty enemies, and rarely any allies, which always left him in a shitty place. His loud southern accent always caused attention, his slurring and fast voice often confused people, and he had to speak slowly to get words out clearly without odd sounding slurs. He wasn't much for technology, but he knew he had a love for guns, and whenever he had a chance to get one, he tried to, but during these days, that's a death sentence. He's tried to have no infractions with officers, trying to live a simple life in the city, he hated city folk, but he had to deal. He's always had tussles with other citizens, but whenever he won, they promised to keep it silent, whenever he lost, he promised to keep it silent. But, when the riot happened and several citizens fled into the slums, he watched, not wishing to get shot like the most civil protection. He'd never been frightened by death, but his sister asked a promise, "I know I will die before you, and I want you to keep the family lineage going on, so please stay alive.", so he's been trying to stay his best alive.

When he came to this city, he thought it'd be like any city, but it was even shittier than he thought it was, Civil Protection, Overwatch, and plenty of beatings, it was a hard life, but a livable one. The weak died first, the strong died last, he was strong, and he'd die last. He favored the higher party.

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RP Example (25 lines minimum):

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Name: Cletus Withard


Citizen ID:


Age: 29


Skills: Digging, Shooting, Slurring, Yelling, Hitting folks. 


Infractions With An Officer (Explain): I really don't have none infractions with a officer of the law.