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The Dovahneer
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PostSubject: The Dovahneer's Metropolice Force/CCA/CP/Whatever application   Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:28 pm

OOC Section
Steam name: The Dovahneer
SteamID: STEAM_0:1:46663227
How long have you been part of the community?
Couple of days.

How long have you been playing HL2RP?
About a year.

Have you ever been banned before?
Yes. Who hasn't? (Not here, though.)

What motivates you to want to become a MPF unit?
I simply enjoy the roleplay. As of current, I have saw that the units and high command here are above average skill within roleplay, and I find it fun to RP with people who know what they're doing.

Have you ever had experience within staff or owned a serious RP server?
Admin of Tempest Roleplay/Onyx Heart Gaming (Shut down)
Admin of The Reverb Faction (Current)
Co-Owner of a defunct community that lasted a week
Admin of a defunct community that lasted 3 days

Do you have any past experience with the MPF whitelist?
Yep.
Judge EpU (Tempest Roleplay)
Sword SqL (Tempest Roleplay/Onyx Heart Gaming)
Union SqL (The Reverb Faction)
Lots of low command units (A lot of places)

Give a detailed description of a MPF unit: Physdesc?

Male|Tall(6'2)|Blueish UID armband, stating he is part of (Division) at (Rank) and his ID numbers are (Numbers)|Blueish-black rubberized uniform|Tx Kevlar vest|Black rubber flak jacket|Solid white PMC-style gasmask|Lower-calf high rubber boots|Black cloth rubberized gloves|Strong-leather unit belt, with clips for ammunition aswell as equipment|Electrified stun baton clipped to his right side on the belt|Small PDA-like datapad on his left|9mm USP Match 9mm with gas suppressor on the muzzle holstered on his hip.

Give a detailed roleplay situation example showing how you would use a MPF unit:
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Seven-Four-Six is online... Uh, requesting orders."
MPF-C45:GRID.EpU-368 radios in "Copy. Resume patrol; Plaza."
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Copy."
** MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 exits the nexus, reaching down to his right. He unclips the stun baton , holding it to his right as he walks onto the streets.
** There are a few random citizens in the distance, seemingly in a fight. There is a Caucasian male, a Caucasian female, and a black man.
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Got a... Disturbance in plaza. Multiple 10-31Ds in a brawl."
MPF-C45:GRID.EpU-368 radios in "Copy. Investigate and report. Administer level 4 verdict to 10-31Ds in question."
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Copy."
** MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 moves forward to the civilians. His posture is straight as he grips his stun baton tightly.
** Upon seeing the unit approach them, two of them run off, leaving only the lone female. They make a break to the slum.
** MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 reaches upwards to his mask, pressing a small button. He speaks into his mask, seemingly to a radio.
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Two suspects high speed, inbound to 404 ZONE. Requesting assistance. African American and Caucasian males."
MPF-C45:GRID.EpU-368 radios in "Units four-oh-seven and three-nine-oh, intercept; 404 ZONE."
MPF-C45:GRID.02-407 radios in "Copy, inbound."
MPF-C45:GRID.01-390 radios in "Inbound."
** The female in question is on the ground, unmoving. She seems to be bruised along the face.
** MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 approaches the female, holding himself steady. He kneels down to the woman, inspecting her. "You okay?"
** The female does not respond, simply staying still.
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Reporting... Female is unresponsive. Vital signs continue, along with multiple bruises along the face."
MPF-C45:GRID.EpU-368 radios in "Copy. Response code: Pacify. Bring to questioning."
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Copy."
** MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 begins to tie the female's hands, speaking to himself in a low tone. "Jesus Christ..."
** The female begins to stir slightly, barely moving her head to the left.
MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 radios in "Reporting movement on female."
MPF-C45:GRID.EpU radios in "Copy. Pacify."
** MPF-C45:GRID.05-746 picks the woman up, holding her firm. He walks to the nexus with the woman in arms, opening the door and walking in.

Explain why it’s very important that you behave appropriately in the role as an MPF unit:
Often times, a bad MPF is the marker of a bad server. A bad MPF causes a lot of other mingy stuff to happen such as lolwebels and edgerebels. Also ERPlords.

Why is it important that you get recruited over all the other applicants?
I find that my roleplay is often better than the masses on most servers. As I understand the role and the lore, I think I will provide a decent experience for everyone.

IC Section(Note: Everything I put in here is in first person.):
Name:James Beckett
CiD:(This isn't a character, but fuck it i'll make one up)74659
Brief physical description:I am a Caucasian male of six foot in height. I have a small, shaved beard along with brown eyes and black hair. I do not have too many defining features other than that.

Brief bio (Please keep it within three paragraphs):
So, uh... To whoever is reading this, my name is James Beckett. I am a 30 year old guy living in... City Fourty-Five, if it was?. Anyway, I'm going to write down my life story... Before I forget.
 
So, I'll start with my childhood. It was pretty normal, to be honest. I went to school, made friends, lost friends, y'know, kid stuff. My mother was a work-at-home accountant, and my dad was a Police Officer. So yeah, we were pretty well off. I was a pretty good child, following my parents rules, doing homework on time, eating my vegetables, y'know. Mostly nothing happened worth explaining here, except the fact that a couple of times my dad would let me come to work with him. Well, the station at least. The place was pretty big, there was a locker room, a shower, offices, really everything. The place was really bustling with people, all in uniform. Their uniforms looked similar to my dad's, although some had slightly different things on them. Armbands or patches, or something, I can't remember. Anyway, at the age of 18, I got out of high-school.  I got a small apartment not far from my parents like, a year or two later. Lived decently, got a decent job, lived pretty happily. I didn’t really have any love interests for prolonged periods of time, and lived mostly alone. At 23, I adopted a kitten named “Mittens” to keep me occupied. And, y’know, not lonely. Anyway, I moved out of the apartment 2 years later, into yet another apartment, a bit farther from my parents this time. I don’t remember much in between that year and… 2014, was it? That’s when things got pretty bad.

I walked out the door as normal; the sky was dark as hell. I heard on the news something happening in New York, but didn’t pay much attention. However, when I looked up, I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes. It was a massive ship, but not any kind of ship I’ve seen before. It was both a yellowish-orange color with white on the bottom, and looked vaguely biological in nature. Parts of it were glowing a light blue color. I didn’t really pay attention to it for long and ran back into the house. I hid in the basement of the apartment building, really the safest place I could think of. I started to hear explosions, people screaming, and what almost sounded like… Groans? They sounded a bit robotic, really alien sounding, almost like a wounded animal. I also heard what sounded like an evacuation alarm, but was too damn scared to move. A few other people came down the same basement as I did as well and told me what they saw. They saw what looked like living tripods, something from the War of the Worlds. They shot lasers or something, and I’m pretty sure that’s what the explosions were from. Things were really tense; the basement could crumble in at any moment and kill all of us. Although, as suddenly as it started, it ended, in only a few hours the explosions stopped, and things seemed quiet. Well, for a bit, anyway.  We walked out of the basement, seeing for once the destruction of the city around us. There was no sign of the tripods or anything, just a completely destroyed city.  I really couldn’t see much, before I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. There were a few blurry figures behind me, as I fell over, blacking out.

Next thing I knew, I woke up on a train. The place was pretty dark, almost as if it was night. There was a single light bulb lighting the car, and it wasn’t even that bright. There were a few other people in the car, all wearing what looks like blue, denim jumpsuits. It looked like something out of prison. I was wearing one too. It felt like days on the train, but it was only a few hours. Everyone was sleeping, no-one to talk to. When we got to the end of the line, the doors opened up, and I heard a man speaking. “Welcome, to City Nineteen. It’s safer here.” Me, and the other people who were on the train began to step off. We went through what seemed like a checkpoint, where there were men with white masks, suits, and vests. They had long batons that doubled as tasers, and uniforms that looked like something out of star wars or something. Anyway, they asked us questions, some of which were really basic. Like, my name, why I was here, y’know. I answered, they gave me a small card, and I was let out. The place looked like something in Europe, and I really didn’t know where I was. There was a building that looked like a government building, but it had metal plates or something. The metal was this bluish brown color. There was a blue door in the front, and in the main area there was a small building that looked like an apartment building. I went in there.

Life was pretty hard in this new order, under the rule of what would be called the “Universal Union.” From what I understand, they were an interdimensional empire that came to earth for some reason. We were almost treated like animals, fed what was basically a white mush in a jar, and housed in tiny apartments. At the time, I hated them for this, however the longer I lived in there… I began to realize the beauty of it. There was little crime, and unless people broke the law you were basically living without any danger. It was a perfect order, and unlike the chaos of what is now known as the Seven Hour War, where millions of people around the world died for seemingly no reason, you would most likely live now.

When I was transferred to City Fourty-Five, I decided I would go a step further. I sent in an application to join the now enforcers of this order, the Metropolice Force. As then, we come to a close. I am now waiting on my application. Wish me luck, reader, however by the time you read this, I probably would have been accepted or denied. Well. This is James Beckett, signing off.


Why do you want to join the MPF:
The Metropolice Force represents the enforcers of a perfect order. I wish to protect said order. I wish to make sure those who live under it live happily and safely. That is why I want to join
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PostSubject: Re: The Dovahneer's Metropolice Force/CCA/CP/Whatever application   Sat Nov 22, 2014 10:53 pm

Accepted.


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