Post by green on Nov 21, 2015 2:33:35 GMT -8
Civil Protection Application
Steam Name:
king ragnar
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:109030719
Age (IRL):
19.
Time On New Horizons (HalfLifeRP):
1 or 2 weeks.
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
3 years.
Past Experience With MPF:
A lot. Can't even list them.
Why Should We Accept You:
Because I'd like to try a new type of roleplay.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The MPF:
Enforcing the law, listening to higher-ranked people, raiding, inspecting, distributing rations, re-educating/disciplinating, detaining.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
Howard Hudson was born in the United States of America, Texas, Dallas, in an average day of the winter of 1990; he was child of a banker and a businesswoman, meaning he was part of a rich family, which permitted him a lot of luxuries; an average alimentation, a luxurious villa, a private school.
He mainly focused on studying when he was still a child, but also spent his free time in the open, also practicing a sport; that is Kickboxing, not to mention that, once he has finished high-school, he was brought to the local gunshop by his father, and has been taught to fire small-caliber guns such as the Makarov PMM, H&K 9x18mm USP-Match, Bereta M92 and such; another thing he's learnt by himself is medicine, which was learnt by literally searching onhe internet how to heal a wound.
Life went well: he had a job, a girlfriend, obviously friends, a house and such;that, until 2012. That cursed day, in which blue, spiral portals appeared out of nowhere, with large alien-like hovering ships, three-legged strange creatures, four-legged agile monsters, and so on; he's ran from building to building, doing nothing but hiding as his rubber-bullet Makarov PMM was totally useless comparing to their totally non-human, destructive weapony, which literally anniilted every human he's seen that very day; on the run, he was sooner or later found by those alien-ish creatures, forced into a ship, then brought to an outpost, put in a tight and dirty tracksuit, then loaded on a train and to the unknown.
The waiting-in-queue time was very long back at the outpost, as when he's arrived to destination, he was surrounded by tall and imponent black-ish buildings, but also by rather antiquate human-made buildings, obviously forced to live in one, totally not happy of the apartment he was assigned; since every citizen has got this part of their daily routine, he was poisoned by the Administrator's propaganda.
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
└ Passive Roleplay:
**CCA.UNION-05.XXXX quickly moves up to the table, sitting on the rather old and humid wooden bench, he places his plastic, slushing jar on the metal-surface-made table, placing both of his hands on the extremities of the plastic cap containing the Metropolitan Force supplements; he would dip both of his hands inside, inpatiently searching for his rather luxurious (comparing to a citizen's meal) portion of food, holding the white-ish, almost tastless paste in his hands, the grip easened because of the UU-branded vulcanized rubber gloves. He quickly types a few things into his PDA, as a hiss of air is heard; he places his left hand on the modified, tempered-plastic made PMG Russian gasmask, placing it on the hood, as he types one more thing and the metal hood slowly retracts; he moves his food at his mouth, opening up his mouth and moving part of the food inside, taking a bite as he chews it for a while before swallowing it; he goes on and on until he's finished his meal, snatching the mask and placing it back on, the hood covering the back of his head once more, he gets up and flicks on his radio, saying the following words 'UNION--05.XXXX is now 10-8, standing-by for orders.' he says, as he moves up to the Nexus lobby, standing by for orders.
└ Combat Roleplay:
**CCA.GRID.05 would quickly place his right hand on the iron grip of the 9x19mm Parabellum Heckler & Koch USP-Match, slowly raising it as he places his right hand on the steel slide, slowly pulling it back and letting go of the grip as it propells forth; the 9x19mm parabellum round loads into the chamber, as he moves his thumb on the back/butt of the weapon, flicking safety off; he leans his head to his right, taking a deep breath to focus on the 647E/Anti-citizen, aiming throughout the tritium ironsights/nightsights while he closes his left eyelid, using his right one, his heartbeat rate slows down, as he barely flinches now, he leans to his right as part of his torso exerts, he has got his right index finger on the trigger, as he gently squeezes it while the rounds propell and echo throughout the slums, as most of his rounds miss because of the anti-citizen laying suppressing fire down on him with the Heckler & Koch MP7, the area and perimeter surrounding him would be filled with holes and bullet casings; he flicks on his radio, using a panicked and alert tone of voice to yell the following words. 'UNION-05.XXXX REPORTING IN! I'm getting suppressed here by a 647E, his used firearm is a submachine gun, 10-20 is slums! I repeat, 11-99, Officer need assistance!' he says, ducking back to cover as he sometimes moves his hnad out of cover to blind fire and probably miss the rebel, he awaits for backup to arrive and hope not to get hit and/or die.
└ Medical Roleplay:
**CCA.HELIX-05.XXXX would quickly open up his medical pouch strapped to his back, withdrawing the following items : celox gauze, morphine, and a glass containing green biogel; he quickly inspects the wound of his patient, which would result to be of a H&K USP-Match, shot into his forearm and biceps; he quickly places both of his hands underneath his/her arm,below the armpit, he firmly applies pressure onto the brachial artery (the wound would be an arterial one. It squirts a lot of blood.), and, as it stops, he quickly cuts a small quantity of sterilized celox gauze, stuffing it inside of the wound, he easily performs hemostasis under 60 seconds, withdrawing the bloodiened roll of gauze, quickly cracking open the glass container and holding it on his middle and index finger; he injects a shot of morphine into the closest vein, distributing the biogel equally on every wound, as after a few minutes, the bleeding would be completely stopped, and the wound sealed because of the tissue-regenerative properties of the weird liquid.
└ Mechanical Roleplay:
**CCA.GRID-05.XXXX quickly inspects the damaged circuits and plating on the scanner, as he quickly grabs a screwdriver and places it inside the screw that seals the battery plating of the city scanner; he quickly throws it away, as black smoke emitts from the damaged circuit, he withdraws some pliers as he shuts down the scanner, cutting the electrical circuits leading to the photoreceptor down, quickly replacing them with brand-new reinforced wires; he also withdraws a small combine-grade metal plate from his pouch, screwing it back on, he places his thumb on the biolocked switch of the scanner, turning it on as it gets up and takes a few sample photos to test its photoreceptor, it hovers out of the workshop and deploys in the city.
(sorry if this one was shorter, I'm less good at mechanical roleplay.)
└ Field strip Roleplay:
**CCA.GRID-05.XXXX snatches his USP-Match, placing his thumb on the magazine release button as the clip falls down, he firmly places it on the table, then checking that the chamber is empty; briefly after, he retracts the slide partially, so the slide release lever axle is aligned with the disassembly notch on the slide, he presses on the slide release axis pin from the right side of the frame, then pulling the slide release lever completely from the left side; 5) carefully ease the slide forward, then pull it toward the front out of the frame; he removes the return spring assembly from below the barrel, and fnially pulls the barrel out of the slide, withdrawing a white-ish, clean handkerchief, carefully rubbing it on the disassembled pins, notches, etc., the firearm cleaned, he quickly places them back on, assembling it in the reverse order, he pulls back the slide and flicks the safety off, firing a few burst rounds into the hay targets to test its efficency, as it now totally fires better than before, he places it back into his holster.
~~~IC PART~~~
Name:
Howard Hudson.
Citizen ID:
#23242
Age:
28.
Skills:
Medicine, some mechanical experience, arms handling, capability to hold and fire a gun.
Infractions With An Officer (Explain): I have never commited any infractions with an officer so far.
Steam Name:
king ragnar
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:109030719
Age (IRL):
19.
Time On New Horizons (HalfLifeRP):
1 or 2 weeks.
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
3 years.
Past Experience With MPF:
A lot. Can't even list them.
Why Should We Accept You:
Because I'd like to try a new type of roleplay.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The MPF:
Enforcing the law, listening to higher-ranked people, raiding, inspecting, distributing rations, re-educating/disciplinating, detaining.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
Howard Hudson was born in the United States of America, Texas, Dallas, in an average day of the winter of 1990; he was child of a banker and a businesswoman, meaning he was part of a rich family, which permitted him a lot of luxuries; an average alimentation, a luxurious villa, a private school.
He mainly focused on studying when he was still a child, but also spent his free time in the open, also practicing a sport; that is Kickboxing, not to mention that, once he has finished high-school, he was brought to the local gunshop by his father, and has been taught to fire small-caliber guns such as the Makarov PMM, H&K 9x18mm USP-Match, Bereta M92 and such; another thing he's learnt by himself is medicine, which was learnt by literally searching onhe internet how to heal a wound.
Life went well: he had a job, a girlfriend, obviously friends, a house and such;that, until 2012. That cursed day, in which blue, spiral portals appeared out of nowhere, with large alien-like hovering ships, three-legged strange creatures, four-legged agile monsters, and so on; he's ran from building to building, doing nothing but hiding as his rubber-bullet Makarov PMM was totally useless comparing to their totally non-human, destructive weapony, which literally anniilted every human he's seen that very day; on the run, he was sooner or later found by those alien-ish creatures, forced into a ship, then brought to an outpost, put in a tight and dirty tracksuit, then loaded on a train and to the unknown.
The waiting-in-queue time was very long back at the outpost, as when he's arrived to destination, he was surrounded by tall and imponent black-ish buildings, but also by rather antiquate human-made buildings, obviously forced to live in one, totally not happy of the apartment he was assigned; since every citizen has got this part of their daily routine, he was poisoned by the Administrator's propaganda.
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
└ Passive Roleplay:
**CCA.UNION-05.XXXX quickly moves up to the table, sitting on the rather old and humid wooden bench, he places his plastic, slushing jar on the metal-surface-made table, placing both of his hands on the extremities of the plastic cap containing the Metropolitan Force supplements; he would dip both of his hands inside, inpatiently searching for his rather luxurious (comparing to a citizen's meal) portion of food, holding the white-ish, almost tastless paste in his hands, the grip easened because of the UU-branded vulcanized rubber gloves. He quickly types a few things into his PDA, as a hiss of air is heard; he places his left hand on the modified, tempered-plastic made PMG Russian gasmask, placing it on the hood, as he types one more thing and the metal hood slowly retracts; he moves his food at his mouth, opening up his mouth and moving part of the food inside, taking a bite as he chews it for a while before swallowing it; he goes on and on until he's finished his meal, snatching the mask and placing it back on, the hood covering the back of his head once more, he gets up and flicks on his radio, saying the following words 'UNION--05.XXXX is now 10-8, standing-by for orders.' he says, as he moves up to the Nexus lobby, standing by for orders.
└ Combat Roleplay:
**CCA.GRID.05 would quickly place his right hand on the iron grip of the 9x19mm Parabellum Heckler & Koch USP-Match, slowly raising it as he places his right hand on the steel slide, slowly pulling it back and letting go of the grip as it propells forth; the 9x19mm parabellum round loads into the chamber, as he moves his thumb on the back/butt of the weapon, flicking safety off; he leans his head to his right, taking a deep breath to focus on the 647E/Anti-citizen, aiming throughout the tritium ironsights/nightsights while he closes his left eyelid, using his right one, his heartbeat rate slows down, as he barely flinches now, he leans to his right as part of his torso exerts, he has got his right index finger on the trigger, as he gently squeezes it while the rounds propell and echo throughout the slums, as most of his rounds miss because of the anti-citizen laying suppressing fire down on him with the Heckler & Koch MP7, the area and perimeter surrounding him would be filled with holes and bullet casings; he flicks on his radio, using a panicked and alert tone of voice to yell the following words. 'UNION-05.XXXX REPORTING IN! I'm getting suppressed here by a 647E, his used firearm is a submachine gun, 10-20 is slums! I repeat, 11-99, Officer need assistance!' he says, ducking back to cover as he sometimes moves his hnad out of cover to blind fire and probably miss the rebel, he awaits for backup to arrive and hope not to get hit and/or die.
└ Medical Roleplay:
**CCA.HELIX-05.XXXX would quickly open up his medical pouch strapped to his back, withdrawing the following items : celox gauze, morphine, and a glass containing green biogel; he quickly inspects the wound of his patient, which would result to be of a H&K USP-Match, shot into his forearm and biceps; he quickly places both of his hands underneath his/her arm,below the armpit, he firmly applies pressure onto the brachial artery (the wound would be an arterial one. It squirts a lot of blood.), and, as it stops, he quickly cuts a small quantity of sterilized celox gauze, stuffing it inside of the wound, he easily performs hemostasis under 60 seconds, withdrawing the bloodiened roll of gauze, quickly cracking open the glass container and holding it on his middle and index finger; he injects a shot of morphine into the closest vein, distributing the biogel equally on every wound, as after a few minutes, the bleeding would be completely stopped, and the wound sealed because of the tissue-regenerative properties of the weird liquid.
└ Mechanical Roleplay:
**CCA.GRID-05.XXXX quickly inspects the damaged circuits and plating on the scanner, as he quickly grabs a screwdriver and places it inside the screw that seals the battery plating of the city scanner; he quickly throws it away, as black smoke emitts from the damaged circuit, he withdraws some pliers as he shuts down the scanner, cutting the electrical circuits leading to the photoreceptor down, quickly replacing them with brand-new reinforced wires; he also withdraws a small combine-grade metal plate from his pouch, screwing it back on, he places his thumb on the biolocked switch of the scanner, turning it on as it gets up and takes a few sample photos to test its photoreceptor, it hovers out of the workshop and deploys in the city.
(sorry if this one was shorter, I'm less good at mechanical roleplay.)
└ Field strip Roleplay:
**CCA.GRID-05.XXXX snatches his USP-Match, placing his thumb on the magazine release button as the clip falls down, he firmly places it on the table, then checking that the chamber is empty; briefly after, he retracts the slide partially, so the slide release lever axle is aligned with the disassembly notch on the slide, he presses on the slide release axis pin from the right side of the frame, then pulling the slide release lever completely from the left side; 5) carefully ease the slide forward, then pull it toward the front out of the frame; he removes the return spring assembly from below the barrel, and fnially pulls the barrel out of the slide, withdrawing a white-ish, clean handkerchief, carefully rubbing it on the disassembled pins, notches, etc., the firearm cleaned, he quickly places them back on, assembling it in the reverse order, he pulls back the slide and flicks the safety off, firing a few burst rounds into the hay targets to test its efficency, as it now totally fires better than before, he places it back into his holster.
~~~IC PART~~~
Name:
Howard Hudson.
Citizen ID:
#23242
Age:
28.
Skills:
Medicine, some mechanical experience, arms handling, capability to hold and fire a gun.
Infractions With An Officer (Explain): I have never commited any infractions with an officer so far.
