Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2015 19:35:41 GMT -8
Steam Name:
Cука ниггер
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:59986228
Age (IRL):
17 years of age.
Time On New Horizons:
Ever since GoldenHearts opened up.
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
Approx. 4 years.
Past Experience With OTA:
I’ve had experience with the overwatch for the past year and a half or so.
Why Should We Accept You:
You should accept me because I could be a good or somewhat decent addition to the Overwatch.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The OTA:
I’ll be doing multiple scenarios when the transhuman arm are called out during a certain Anti-Citizen is called or during JW or AW.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
Mason Walsh was born in a military family. His father was a drill sergeant, his two brothers worked on artillery in the Army. He never really did good in high school, mostly average grades. He was quite popular with everyone inside school and out when he does his outside activities. He doesn’t really enjoy normal sports guys do. He mostly does styled fighting or Mixed martial arts to passed time and being a high rank in his ROTC platoon.
He has troubles with his parents about his grades always falling, they all decided if he has nowhere else to go,he’ll join the marines. His senior year was quite different, he was more of a, person not to be messed with. He hated the feeling of being alone. He hated the fact that everyone thought of him as a monster by his appearance. He always sat alone and never really had a group of friends. His grades amazingly improved by the lack of people he talks to,but why? Why does everyone hate him so much?
Graduation. He passed all of his classes with high A’s. He was incredibly impressed with himself, and so was his family. Later on his graduation day. His family decided to throw and large “Congrats on passing”, party. He enjoyed every bit of it. Being with close friends and family, He actually felt normal at last. His parents asked him what he was going to do after today. He looked at both of them with the most determined,sincere look he had and said, He going into the military.
Few months later into the year, His high command decided to station in Kuwait. He had mixed feelings about moving away from his family. He was happy about going to Kuwait, but he didn’t want to go. He sucked it up, packed his bags, and left to Kuwait. The flight there was calm and soothing. He was quite a busy person due to his Commander always making him run around like a pack mule, but he didn’t mind at all. He’d rather be a pack mule than doing anything. One day. Just one could change his life forever.
His commander ordered him to guard a post near the border of Iraq with his squadron. It was quiet day. An hour or two has passed, He sat inside a foxhole, snuggling against his m4 as he drew in a sketchbook he recently bought from the art store to past time. Scribble, looks around the area, scribble. the pattern started to come to a normal thing. An hour later. Sitting on top of an outpost, looking around the compound as usual, but something was bugging him, something like a bug would do when it was near your ear, but nothing was there. Confused and on high alert, he looks to his right. His eyes widen, the buzzing was a doomsday alarm coming from a city that looked to be engulfed by flames. gunfire flying into the sky and smoke. The seemed to be shooting at something, but what was it? A flare goes out, flying into the smoke, lighting the night sky. He goes pale on what he saw in the smoke. Some sort of Flying, Alien ship, Holding cargo containers. Some were firing a type of light blue and black rounds. He frantically grips his radio, screaming into it. Static. Plain, blank, quiet static of nothing.
Him and his squad he was stationed with were confused, scared, furious. They huddle together and plan on what they should do. They decided to stay and protect the resources they had. 15 minutes later. A dust cloud of some type of brown bug like creatures, charging at there current position. panikcally swings our weapon like mad dogs with rabies. Fire multiple round at them. swearing to ourselves like psychopathic sailors. the creatures flooding the outpost like a wild flood of muddy water.
Firing from a tower, the creature surround the tower, climbing, closer and closer, fighting them back, creatures coming from behind, swinging a large metal weapon, impacting the butt of thr rifle with the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Time passes by, time passes. Hour after hour. He slowly opens his eyes to notice to be tied onto a tight gurney type of metallic bed. he looks around, inspecting his surroundings. Confused and disoriented. A man covered in white armor with a single red visor on his face mask. strongly speaking to him, forcing him to join or be forced in drastic measurement. He scream, loud enough to make the man in white to lose his patience. The gurney turns, forcing him to look at something for hours, days maybe, no one knew,but the man in white. He looks back at him. He’s a changed person. The man in white smirks to himself under his mask, throwing him a uniform, making him put it on. He does so. Last thing the man in white told him was “You’re OTA.”
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
/me Slings his weapon, lifting up a large wooden pallet.
/radio:” I think I found some sort of underground entrance.”
***OTA.HC radios:”Check inside. Make sure no one is in there.”
/radio:”Copy that.”
/me climbs down the ladder, turning on his flashlight to inspect the area.
**Outsider 1: Charges forward,swinging his weapon, attempting to hit the OTA in the back of the head.**
/me Swing swings head forward as the rifle impacts the back of his helmet.
**Outsider 2: Raises his m16, frantically squeezes the trigger, releasing rounds, impacting his left leg and upper torso.**
/me get his in the weak spot of the leg, kneeling in pain, as the rounds pelt his back.
**His OTA vest absorbs the rounds.**
**Outsider 2 would hear clicks coming from his m16.**
Outsider 2 yells:”Shit!!”
/me Grabs his weapon,trying to endure the pain in his leg, swinging around, shakefully fires at their position.
**Outsider 1 & 2 would scatter for cover, being pelted with round, but nothing vital.**
**Outsider 1 slips, hitting the ground impacting his temple on a rock, trying to stay awake**
**Outsider 1 turns around quickly, bleeding from his arm,leg and temple “S-spare me!!”
Outsider 1 yells:”AAGH!!S-...PARE ME!!”
**Outsider 2 tries to endure the pain, quickly bandaging himself.**
/me Limps forward, raising his rifle at Outsider 1, stepping on his chest with his right leg, letting one round onto his head.
**Outsider 1 swings his head back as the bullet impacts his head, hitting the rock, lifeless.**
**Outsider 2 flinches to the shot, panikcally attempts to put in a new mag.**
/me Unclips a grenade from his belt, unpinning it and tosses it towards Outsider 2.
**Outsider 2 eyes widen as he sees the grenade.**
**Outsider 2 screams “N-NOOOOO--” Grenade would go off, blowing him up.**
/me Grabs his hurt leg in pain, dropping his gun, reaches for his radio.
/radio We have to K.I.A outsiders! I’m injured! Returning to outpost!
OTA.HC radios:”Copy that.”
~~~IC Part~~~
Unit ID:
UUCA.C17-UNION.4763
Assigned City:
City Seventeen.
Service Lemgth.
2 years.
Division:
UNION.
Rank:
Oh-three.
Reason For OTA Re-Assignment:
I volunteered for the transhumanizing.
Cука ниггер
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:59986228
Age (IRL):
17 years of age.
Time On New Horizons:
Ever since GoldenHearts opened up.
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
Approx. 4 years.
Past Experience With OTA:
I’ve had experience with the overwatch for the past year and a half or so.
Why Should We Accept You:
You should accept me because I could be a good or somewhat decent addition to the Overwatch.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The OTA:
I’ll be doing multiple scenarios when the transhuman arm are called out during a certain Anti-Citizen is called or during JW or AW.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
Mason Walsh was born in a military family. His father was a drill sergeant, his two brothers worked on artillery in the Army. He never really did good in high school, mostly average grades. He was quite popular with everyone inside school and out when he does his outside activities. He doesn’t really enjoy normal sports guys do. He mostly does styled fighting or Mixed martial arts to passed time and being a high rank in his ROTC platoon.
He has troubles with his parents about his grades always falling, they all decided if he has nowhere else to go,he’ll join the marines. His senior year was quite different, he was more of a, person not to be messed with. He hated the feeling of being alone. He hated the fact that everyone thought of him as a monster by his appearance. He always sat alone and never really had a group of friends. His grades amazingly improved by the lack of people he talks to,but why? Why does everyone hate him so much?
Graduation. He passed all of his classes with high A’s. He was incredibly impressed with himself, and so was his family. Later on his graduation day. His family decided to throw and large “Congrats on passing”, party. He enjoyed every bit of it. Being with close friends and family, He actually felt normal at last. His parents asked him what he was going to do after today. He looked at both of them with the most determined,sincere look he had and said, He going into the military.
Few months later into the year, His high command decided to station in Kuwait. He had mixed feelings about moving away from his family. He was happy about going to Kuwait, but he didn’t want to go. He sucked it up, packed his bags, and left to Kuwait. The flight there was calm and soothing. He was quite a busy person due to his Commander always making him run around like a pack mule, but he didn’t mind at all. He’d rather be a pack mule than doing anything. One day. Just one could change his life forever.
His commander ordered him to guard a post near the border of Iraq with his squadron. It was quiet day. An hour or two has passed, He sat inside a foxhole, snuggling against his m4 as he drew in a sketchbook he recently bought from the art store to past time. Scribble, looks around the area, scribble. the pattern started to come to a normal thing. An hour later. Sitting on top of an outpost, looking around the compound as usual, but something was bugging him, something like a bug would do when it was near your ear, but nothing was there. Confused and on high alert, he looks to his right. His eyes widen, the buzzing was a doomsday alarm coming from a city that looked to be engulfed by flames. gunfire flying into the sky and smoke. The seemed to be shooting at something, but what was it? A flare goes out, flying into the smoke, lighting the night sky. He goes pale on what he saw in the smoke. Some sort of Flying, Alien ship, Holding cargo containers. Some were firing a type of light blue and black rounds. He frantically grips his radio, screaming into it. Static. Plain, blank, quiet static of nothing.
Him and his squad he was stationed with were confused, scared, furious. They huddle together and plan on what they should do. They decided to stay and protect the resources they had. 15 minutes later. A dust cloud of some type of brown bug like creatures, charging at there current position. panikcally swings our weapon like mad dogs with rabies. Fire multiple round at them. swearing to ourselves like psychopathic sailors. the creatures flooding the outpost like a wild flood of muddy water.
Firing from a tower, the creature surround the tower, climbing, closer and closer, fighting them back, creatures coming from behind, swinging a large metal weapon, impacting the butt of thr rifle with the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Time passes by, time passes. Hour after hour. He slowly opens his eyes to notice to be tied onto a tight gurney type of metallic bed. he looks around, inspecting his surroundings. Confused and disoriented. A man covered in white armor with a single red visor on his face mask. strongly speaking to him, forcing him to join or be forced in drastic measurement. He scream, loud enough to make the man in white to lose his patience. The gurney turns, forcing him to look at something for hours, days maybe, no one knew,but the man in white. He looks back at him. He’s a changed person. The man in white smirks to himself under his mask, throwing him a uniform, making him put it on. He does so. Last thing the man in white told him was “You’re OTA.”
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
/me Slings his weapon, lifting up a large wooden pallet.
/radio:” I think I found some sort of underground entrance.”
***OTA.HC radios:”Check inside. Make sure no one is in there.”
/radio:”Copy that.”
/me climbs down the ladder, turning on his flashlight to inspect the area.
**Outsider 1: Charges forward,swinging his weapon, attempting to hit the OTA in the back of the head.**
/me Swing swings head forward as the rifle impacts the back of his helmet.
**Outsider 2: Raises his m16, frantically squeezes the trigger, releasing rounds, impacting his left leg and upper torso.**
/me get his in the weak spot of the leg, kneeling in pain, as the rounds pelt his back.
**His OTA vest absorbs the rounds.**
**Outsider 2 would hear clicks coming from his m16.**
Outsider 2 yells:”Shit!!”
/me Grabs his weapon,trying to endure the pain in his leg, swinging around, shakefully fires at their position.
**Outsider 1 & 2 would scatter for cover, being pelted with round, but nothing vital.**
**Outsider 1 slips, hitting the ground impacting his temple on a rock, trying to stay awake**
**Outsider 1 turns around quickly, bleeding from his arm,leg and temple “S-spare me!!”
Outsider 1 yells:”AAGH!!S-...PARE ME!!”
**Outsider 2 tries to endure the pain, quickly bandaging himself.**
/me Limps forward, raising his rifle at Outsider 1, stepping on his chest with his right leg, letting one round onto his head.
**Outsider 1 swings his head back as the bullet impacts his head, hitting the rock, lifeless.**
**Outsider 2 flinches to the shot, panikcally attempts to put in a new mag.**
/me Unclips a grenade from his belt, unpinning it and tosses it towards Outsider 2.
**Outsider 2 eyes widen as he sees the grenade.**
**Outsider 2 screams “N-NOOOOO--” Grenade would go off, blowing him up.**
/me Grabs his hurt leg in pain, dropping his gun, reaches for his radio.
/radio We have to K.I.A outsiders! I’m injured! Returning to outpost!
OTA.HC radios:”Copy that.”
~~~IC Part~~~
Unit ID:
UUCA.C17-UNION.4763
Assigned City:
City Seventeen.
Service Lemgth.
2 years.
Division:
UNION.
Rank:
Oh-three.
Reason For OTA Re-Assignment:
I volunteered for the transhumanizing.
