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Post by Asimon on Dec 28, 2012 19:41:31 GMT -5
If you want to be something other than a citizen, combine, CWU, or vortigaunt (such as a zombie, headcrab, antlion) you are going to want to apply here. Use this application format. I highly sugest you look up what ever you want to be on the halflife wiki half-life.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page Make sure your application is good, I'm not going to approve too many of these. APPLICATION (OOC): Steam name: How long have you been on our server?: What are you applying to be?: Back-story of your character and what their daily life is like (Must be at least three paragraphs along with immaculate grammar)(as w/e your applying for): Do you understand how to properly RP this character? Please post an example here(at least 15 lines of dialogue or actions): |
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Post by minime125 on Dec 31, 2012 15:44:28 GMT -5
Steam name: Mini Me
How long have you been playing on our server?: For a few weeks
What are you applying to be?: I am applying to be a gangster in a gang called The Fallen Angels
Backstory:We are The Fallen Angels. A bad ass gang of ex-convicts that formed when the combine took over the earth. They formed when the Combine set more rules that sent more and more people to jail. When they got to jail they got more reluctant towards the Combine rules. When the Combine released a batch of prisoners, they started to talk about joining the resistance, but two men, who ended up becoming the leaders, decided to start something new. They wanted all convicts no matter the crime, as long as it was a sentence for more than 4 years, to take on the combine one city at a time. They didn't care if they ended up in one city for several years. That would give them more time to gather people and buy and sell some guns. They take anyone that has served time for more than 4 years they would give them a gun and a gang jacket with proper gun training. The Fallen Angels would kidnap some,maybe one, of the Combine infantry and torture the Combine to get information. They would kidnap and beat some people of the Civil workers union. They soon figured out they were really good at interrogations. Several cities have been overtaken by the Fallen Angels. When they aren't trying to take over the city they are dealing with guns or getting pay for protection from shops. The Fallen Angels would threaten the local stores to get money to "protect" them. They scare the owner or beat him, but they mostly say they will scare the customers away. They were either selling or buying when it came to the gun deals. They have a few weak points though. They aren't so smart and they get into too much trouble and get caught very often. They don't go for the sneaky type they are either running and gunning or go in guns blazing. They aren't pussies. If they get caught they will go to jail while they still have their pride, but no promises on them retaliating. When the civilians see the Fallen Angels in action, Civilians think that the Fallen Angels were stronger than the Combine, when the Fallen Angels were at doing their best. Overall the Fallen Angels are a spectacular group of ex-convicts getting back into the convict life.
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Post by minime125 on Dec 31, 2012 15:52:15 GMT -5
Oh and before you reject this because it isn't a real hl2 faction, I made the faction up and went into more depth than the backstory of my character. So please accept it.
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Post by minime125 on Dec 31, 2012 16:10:23 GMT -5
My Characters name is Jon Warr and my friends Character name is Owen Tellefson
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Post by minime125 on Dec 31, 2012 23:45:12 GMT -5
I was actually hope you would make a new forum just for this gang The Fallen Angels. Could you do that? I put so much effort towards this, and I never put much effort into things. So could you do this for me Asimon? I would be grateful. And when you say Yes or No I will delete the posts i made.
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Post by Asimon on Jan 1, 2013 1:36:26 GMT -5
This kinda belongs in the rebel thread and I will need to talk with my head rebel coordinators before I say much else. Your cannon is a little off, I don't think the combine would just let people out of jail after four years and live, and it seems your all about guns guns and more guns so i'm leaning twords No... Pretty heavily leaning twords No actually... but i'll discuss it with some other people first.
I'm all for players setting up their own groups, but if you want an official server wide recognized one, its gota be pretty damn good.
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Post by minime125 on Jan 1, 2013 3:44:34 GMT -5
Ok let me know as soon as you can.
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Post by simonrobinson on Jan 2, 2013 15:22:46 GMT -5
Steam name:Uberhumbel
Time in city:4 days
Aplying for a Hunter*Combine unit*
(Cname Gerald Robinson)
RP of a Hunter: I would help the combines tracking or chasing the criminals,i could be a pet like Lamarr or Cheeses.
DENIED. You have to be a GRID unit to operate a HUNTER unit.
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Post by jimbow0512 on Jan 2, 2013 18:21:37 GMT -5
APPLICATION (OOC):
Steam name: Jimbow0512
How long have you been on our server?: 1 week,
What are you applying to be?: A wonderful Headcrab
Back-story of your character and what their daily life is like (as w/e your applying for): Well, I would RP getting captured by the Combine. I would be tamed and possibly removed claws. For everyone safety. I would most likely be used for seaching the Sewers, with an attached Camera, or something along those lines.(Could add more if needed Alex.)
After bothering me for hours on end, ACCEPTED.
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Post by smartjacoby on Jan 2, 2013 22:14:25 GMT -5
Steam name: Jake Novus
How long have you been on our server?: A day or so. Spent a lot of time on it since finding it.
What are you applying to be?: Zombie
Back-story of your character and what their daily life is like (as w/e your applying for): He is a Voodoo Zombie. Created by a "science experiment", he basically just wanders around aimlessly. He is extremely curious of everything around him, and his speech skills are very underdeveloped.
DENIED. I need a back-story. How were you created, what happened? Who, what when where and why.
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Post by smartjacoby on Jan 2, 2013 23:29:49 GMT -5
Steam name: Jake Novus
How long have you been on our server?: A day or so. Spent a lot of time on it since finding it.
What are you applying to be?: Zombie
Back-story of your character and what their daily life is like (as w/e your applying for): He is a Voodoo Zombie. Created by a "science experiment", he basically just wanders around aimlessly. His creator is unkown, although by slight memory he had to have been small time, and not well known. The scientist that created him was in search for a way to control zombies, and make his own army. During the creation, his experiment had broken out and ran off to acquire his freedom. He is extremely curious of everything around him, and his speech skills are very underdeveloped.
Going off the Necrotic zombies I know, you are not contagious unless the necromancer that created you spreads the plague, at the same time, you cant be killed (even by taking off your head) So Accepted on the terms that you are not going to start an out-break (or kill everything in sight either...)
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Post by smartjacoby on Jan 2, 2013 23:52:43 GMT -5
By Steam name, do you mean the current or what I use to log in? And yeah, I promise no outbreaks or random attacking.
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Post by smartjacoby on Jan 3, 2013 0:38:31 GMT -5
... Use smartjacoby instead of Jake Novus. My bad.
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Post by The Architect on Jan 3, 2013 2:03:50 GMT -5
Modification made to include my steam name. My Kindle dun goofed.NOTHER MODIFICATION TO INCLUDE DAILY LIFE. I dun goofed.Steam Name: Vandal™ How long have you been on our server?: I've been on this server for actually about 3-4 days. But I've been playing HL2RP for almost 2 years now. What are you applying to be?: A regular zombie. Back-story of your character and what their daily life is like (as w/e your applying for): After a small spark in activity in some small emcampments of rebels in City-23's Outlands, the units of City-23's Nexus decided that the safest way to clear out the little rathole would be to shell it with headcrab canisters. On December 19th, 2016, the Sectoral Commander gave the all-green to give them hell. The booms were sounded, and it grabbed the attention of all citizens, both Outland and City alike. The refugees and resistance members watched in the dawn as they saw black streaks hurtling into the air. Everyone was terrified. Jon Karmin was the everyday regular asshole, he started his day off to the stench of himself, and the snoring of his bunkmate, Jack, god he hated Jack... he slipped off his bunk, looking around and wiping the sleep from his eyes, walking over towards the valved water pipe protruding from the ground. He turned it on with a loud creak, and it woke up his even-louder bunkmate as Jon splashed water on his own face. "Could ya' bring me a cup, Jonny?" he grumbled. "Get off your lazy ass and get your own cup." snapped Jon as he went outside. He squinted as he looked up and around, no sun this morning? Good, the sun is awful. Jon walked by the gun-toting members of the group, flipping them off in his imagination as he took his regular daily morning walk around the encampment. He always takes the same path, from his bunk to the General's barracks, then take the winding road down to the sewage line. He saw the sky lighten, but not a single ray of light had shown. He looked up and around, watching the sludge travel down the line, seeing some dead bodies once or twice, what a grim fate they must have met, Jon sure as hell didn't care. His moment of tranquility was broken as he heard 3, no, maybe 4 booms? He wasn't paying attention. He groaned as he made his mile long trek back to the encampment. The closer he got, the mor he heard gunfire, and strange gurgling sounds. He looked over a rock, and staring directly at him? Was Jack. Out of his confusion, anger at the situation, and him being startled, he blurted out "Fuck off, Jack." Jack stared at him, terrified. "Jon! Grab a gun! We're being shelled!!" Jack yelled at him, just before a slender, spindly claw wrapped around Jack's neck, another around his shoulder. Jon watched in horror as Jack's shoulder was torn into, blood pouring out, Jack gasped, screaming in pain and agony. "Oh fuck!! Help me Jo-" his last plea for help was cut short as the second hand tore through his neck slowly, through his esphagos (I can't fucking spell that shit, man) plood poured out as he gurgled, pure terror and sorrow in Jack's eyes as he fell forward onto the rock, blood splattered forth, covering Jon. "Jack." muttered Jon in his hellish grimace at his dear 'friend's' body. Recollecting the situation, he looked up, seeing the grotesque creature that mangled his friend. It had long, spindly, sharp bloody fingers. It's internal organs were out and dripping blood and bodily fluids. A large bulky creature atop its head. Jon gasped,running backwards, falling back, and hitting his head. He sat, dazed for about ten seconds before feeling 4 pointy touches on his chest, he looked up to be met with the 6 toothed face of a Headcrab. He yelled, screamed really,as he threw it off, seeing the bloodbath that was his encampment in front of him. Was he the last one...? No time! He began running back to his little sewage line, tripping over some rocks, spraining his wrist on one. He had eventually made it, looking out over the sludge, more dead bodies than normal. A single tear left his eye, for once in his terrible life... he heard the sound of grass rustling, smiling as he turned back, looking for a friendly face. "Jack...?" he spoke. There was noone. Not Jack. Not the General. But until he looked down, the last sound he heard was a "Scregegegege!" Something attached to his head, and its mouth was sucked around it, all he heard were his muffled screams and his stomps, he felt the world spinning as he fell towards the sewage line, still conscious as the Headcrab ensnared its victim. He floated down the line of City-23's sewers as his still conscious mind registered the intense pain of a beak splitting through his scalp, cracking into his skull. His brain was no match as enzymes and mind altering chemicals were pumped into him, controlling his nervous system, every part of him becoming the headcrab's. As he flowed on down, he slipped through a small opening in the gate of City-23, right next to the usually silent B apartment block. He stood up, gurgling and growling mindlessly. Hello, 23, good old friend... His daily life would be him wandering the third precinct, looking for those stupid enough to get close. He wouldn't kill every citizen, but hell, he'll fucking tear open a big chunk in them. He will RP being a mindless shambling corpse, hunting for people. He may wander into Precinct one every once in a while, get a gash here and there in some units. But he won't be invincible. He's just a man with an alien on his brain, afterall. Now this was an app, something I have not seen in this community yet. Hell, i'm going to make this its own thread and point people here and tell them "THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE AN APP, DAMNIT". 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Post by gavinator9 on Jan 4, 2013 18:47:22 GMT -5
(OOC):
Steam name:epikdude
How long have you been on our server?: 5 days
What are you applying to be?: A fast zombie
Back-story of your character and what their daily life is like (as w/e your applying for): One day, marvin woke up to the usual. Some citizen supplements from the last ration cycle. he went out of his small corner of an alleyway and took a walk through the slums.
As he was walking around, he felt a bit off due to the silence around him and lack of people. As he rounded a corner, He was not familiar with what he was seeing.
It appeared almost as if a small lobster was sleeping on the pavement. He wasn't sure at all, due to the darkness around him. But suddenly, the crab looking creature jolted to life, And sprung towards him on agile feet.
Marvin ran as fast as he could, but it was no use. the thing had leaped, aiming for his neck, and hit bullseye. He fell in writhing agony as he felt a penetrator go down his neck and fangs press into his scalp. Then, the little creature Pressed deeper into his mind, forcing him into Further pain. He could tell that the Crab was hurt, for his struggles had greater effect then he thought they would have, but it was in vein. the creature's penetrator had reached it's destination, and he knew no more.
(Life on a daily basis): Will usually hang around the slums and the sewers. But due to the crab being Partially disabled, Most people he Attacks Manage to run away with medium injuries.
ACCEPTED. I'll be holding you to that your not going to kill everyone you see
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