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Steam Name: Julianzombie
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:22923794
Age: 18
First Name: Julian
Gender: Male
Requested Unit Digits (5): 05478
How long have you been roleplaying? Well-over five years.
How long have you been roleplaying in serious OpenAura servers? Two or three years.
How long have you been roleplaying in serious HL2RP servers? Two or three years.
Do you have any past experience roleplaying as an Overwatch unit? I do not.
If so, what were your ranks in those servers for Overwatch? N/A
Do you have any past experience roleplaying as a Civil Protection unit? I do.
If so, what were your ranks in those servers for Civil Protection? Recruit (Server Death)
Why do you want to join the Overwatch Transhuman Arm? For the wonderful roleplay experience, mainly. I wish to test my abilities as a player in order to better my experience on Esoteric Servers.
Do you have any skills or knowledge that could relatively assist the Overwatch Transhuman Arm (lifeguard/medical training, firearms knowledge, etc.)? Airsoft (IRL), Bilingual, Firearm knowledge, Very basic medical (Parents in the field)
What are your character's personality traits? (Personality and mentality.) Intellectual, Cooperative, Servile, Humorous, Attentive, Trustworthy, Quiet Unless Otherwise (Rarity)
What type of armed force was your character affiliated with before and during the 7 Hour War? (police force, military, airforce, etc.) Marines Scout Sniper
Write a background story (app. 4+ paragraphs) of your character's life, and how they were captured in the 7 Hour War to become transhumanized:
Today was the day reality struck. Every minute now makes the difference of all who walk this tiny earth. Beings - that's what they are. Beings who know how to be, and are, the single greatest threat to mankind. The thought is overwhelming - first and last contact. I know that none of our Marines can do a thing. What awesome might the visitors wore as their skin - presenting themselves as the future. I believe it. My squadrine and I simply watch in shock and awe. Humans have never felt so powerless, and It now consumes us as a whole.
We're ordered to fall back from our position around Black Mesa. We know not what we are to expect, but we now see it. 'It' is this mammoth-of-a-beast that charged it's way through solid concrete and steel just now before my eyes. Dark plates of naturally-occurring, reflective armor coat the beast as I see myself in it. I see myself about to die as it leans in to allow me the sound of its hideous roar. It did its purpose. It made me and my fellow men vacate the location faster than we had imagined possible. It merely showing its face got dozens of good men destroyed. They died well. Hopefully I will join them in a good, sweet death.
It pursues us through the streets of the wasted city as the visitors watch close by. They seem entertained by this. We have no time to run to cover, so we just run. Years of mile after mile every day seemed like nothing now, probably because it was, when compared to this moment. Their aircraft scurry about above us doing Lord-knows-what. We have no choice but to enter the sewers through a manhole. The concrete and piping around the hole shatter like glass before me. My companions all dying. I am alone in the dark. I have no radio signal, limited ammunition, a sniper rifle, and no idea what to do; so I improvise. My improvisation is interrupted by a derailed train screeching along the tunnel on the other side of the wall. This could help me. I rush through the infinite dark and only seem to be more lost than before. I'm ceased by an enveloping sunlight and the sound of wind in the air. As I follow it, I see where I am. Perched above an outdoor boarding station. There, in the tracks is that gargantuous beast. It sees me see it, when a sudden bright light reflects off its armor. Metal-on-metal echoes through the tunnel below me. Without thinking, as a soldier should, I jump down from my perch, luring it in front of me. As it raises its enormous appendage to strike me, I'm pushed aside by a wreckage of metal, fire, ear-shattering sounds, and a roar I would never forget. That beast let out its cry of defeat by my hand. I am triumphant, but am I dead?
Alas, I am not dead. I am very alive - more than I have ever been. When one is handed a booklet with a metaphorical title 'Options' from his higher-rank life forms, he can only help to feel alive after reading the contents. Half man, half machine. Mind and metal colliding in a fantastic, powerful form. I could not help but chose this righteous path. Nor would they let me refuse. I am perfection now. I see this. I see the error of my past life and species.
Provide an example of passive roleplay as an Overwatch unit (app. 2+ paragraphs or 20 lines):
/it The Outland is quiet and inactive. No Civvies chirping, No OTA barking.
/me The On-duty unit quickly examines his armor and plating to reassure that it is to OTA standards. It is.
/it A second Unit's patrol path meets with his own.
/me The 1st Unit salutes his superior and attempts to continue his route, but is stopped.
Second Unit: "Oh-Five."
05: "Sir?"
Second Unit: "Inform me of your route."
05: "I am to patrol the North-West and South East cliffs."
Second Unit: "Is that all?"
05: "No, sir."
Second Unit: "Continue.."
05: "I am not to leave the vicinity of sector Alpha or Bravo, due to Anti-Civil activity."
Second Unit: "And where do these 'sectors' end?"
05: "Just beyond either cliff face, sir."
Second Unit: "Excellent memory. You will now attach."
05: "I cannot comply, Sir."
Second Unit: "Why not?"
05: "My orders are from KING. I am not to leave my route until dismissed by our Superior."
Second Unit: "Is that so? Carry on."
/it The two units nod and go their separate routes only to meet roughly in the same location as each one loops around.
/it The Outland remains still.
Provide an example of action roleplay as an Overwatch unit (app. 3+ paragraphs or 30 lines):
/it A lonely Overwatch unit is placed high above a deserted, destroyed town.
/it He has a high-powered rifle in hand and an objective in mind. 'End the misery of these poor ugly lifeforms.
/me Scopes in on a White male Human popping his head out. He quickly calculates that the human is most-likely trying to sprint out of the city through a gap in the buildings about 100 yards thick. 100 yards of open space for him to place two to three rounds.
/it The White male springs from his hiding, running away like the cowardice ape it is.
/me The Unit estimates the man is running North/North-East at about 17-20mph.
/it The wind blows to the west at roughly 20mph.
/it The white male has made it to about 40 yards.
/me The Unit estimates the man is 200 yards away from him due North-West.
/it The male is at 60 yards.
/me The Unit quickly aims upward 1 1/2 notches and 2 notches in front of the man.
/it The wind carries the bullet as it grazes the man's leg at 70 yards, slowing him down.
/me The Unit tosses another round with his aim in front of his target now increased to 2 1/2 notches.
/it The man is at 80 yards and closing slowly. He leaves a trail of his red, reflective blood.
/me The Unit places another round.
/it The wind carries it as it enters the man's ribs at 95 yards.
/me The Unit marks his kill.
/me The Unit quickly resumes his view over the city. He does not fire at the many scattered undead.
/it The wind kicks up along with the dust. View becomes limited.
/me The Unit radios the above information about the dust for his fellow companions for their safety and success.
/it A team of two resistance operatives' cover is disturbed by a faster undead.
/me Radios "We've got two Operatives on the West side of the North-West Skyscraper. Requesting permission to amputate."
/it The Unit is told to stand by for a firing squad. It approaches from the East.
/it AR2 rounds batter the area around the disturbed resistance now making a move North on the West side of the building.
/me The Sniper Unit has visual.
/me Radios 'Visual on hostiles north-bound.'
/it This reconnaissance allows the squad to move up Northward on the East side of the skyscraper.
/me The Sniper Unit stands by awaiting orders and spotting.
/it The Resistance Operatives are on the N-West corner, OTA on the N-East. They are about to clash at the North Wall of the skyscraper.
/me The Unit is ordered to relocate so he has the North wall in his FOV, and he does so without thinking.
/it Now with a view, the Sniper Unit sets up with his aim on the N-West corner.
/it A Resistance Operative sprays SMG rounds around their occupied corner. The rounds come close to his companions.
/me The Unit pops several suppressive rounds at the N-W corner.
/it Openings in the building tell the Unit that the Operatives are now moving toward the South-West corner.
/it The Firing squad adjusts to the South-East corner, where they replay their game of Cat and Mouse and Spray bullets.
/me The Unit instinctively adjusts his position to view the South Wall.
/it The operatives navigate back to the N-W corner, pass the North wall and near the N-W corner.
/me The Unit radios that the Operatives are closing on their Six O'clock.
/it The Firing squad makes their 6 their 12 and opens suppressively onto the popping-out resistance.
/it The Operatives are forced to fall back. The Firing squad in hot pursuit.
Character Information (during 7 Hour War, also OOC)
Name: James Buckwood
Affiliated Police Force:
or
Affiliated Army: Marines
Rank: Corporal
Role: Scout Sniper
Commonly Issued Primary Firearm: M82 Sniper Rifle
Age: 32
Weight: 210lbs.
Height: 6'0"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Distinguishing Marks: None.
Yes or No? (Still OOC)
Please mark one with a ✔
Are you currently a member of the Metropolice Force?
Yes __ No ✔
>>
If so, what rank are you?
Please mark one with a ✔
Are you currently a member of the Civil Workers’ Union?
Yes __ No ✔
>>
If so, what do you do for the CWU?
Do you promise that you will not minge or troll at all or cause any disruption for both the roleplay and the community? I promise.
Do you promise that you will roleplay as realistically as you can? Overwatch units are supposed to almost all identical in personality and in verbal skill levels. I understand and promise.
Steam Name: Julianzombie
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:22923794
Age: 18
First Name: Julian
Gender: Male
Requested Unit Digits (5): 05478
How long have you been roleplaying? Well-over five years.
How long have you been roleplaying in serious OpenAura servers? Two or three years.
How long have you been roleplaying in serious HL2RP servers? Two or three years.
Do you have any past experience roleplaying as an Overwatch unit? I do not.
If so, what were your ranks in those servers for Overwatch? N/A
Do you have any past experience roleplaying as a Civil Protection unit? I do.
If so, what were your ranks in those servers for Civil Protection? Recruit (Server Death)
Why do you want to join the Overwatch Transhuman Arm? For the wonderful roleplay experience, mainly. I wish to test my abilities as a player in order to better my experience on Esoteric Servers.
Do you have any skills or knowledge that could relatively assist the Overwatch Transhuman Arm (lifeguard/medical training, firearms knowledge, etc.)? Airsoft (IRL), Bilingual, Firearm knowledge, Very basic medical (Parents in the field)
What are your character's personality traits? (Personality and mentality.) Intellectual, Cooperative, Servile, Humorous, Attentive, Trustworthy, Quiet Unless Otherwise (Rarity)
What type of armed force was your character affiliated with before and during the 7 Hour War? (police force, military, airforce, etc.) Marines Scout Sniper
Write a background story (app. 4+ paragraphs) of your character's life, and how they were captured in the 7 Hour War to become transhumanized:
Today was the day reality struck. Every minute now makes the difference of all who walk this tiny earth. Beings - that's what they are. Beings who know how to be, and are, the single greatest threat to mankind. The thought is overwhelming - first and last contact. I know that none of our Marines can do a thing. What awesome might the visitors wore as their skin - presenting themselves as the future. I believe it. My squadrine and I simply watch in shock and awe. Humans have never felt so powerless, and It now consumes us as a whole.
We're ordered to fall back from our position around Black Mesa. We know not what we are to expect, but we now see it. 'It' is this mammoth-of-a-beast that charged it's way through solid concrete and steel just now before my eyes. Dark plates of naturally-occurring, reflective armor coat the beast as I see myself in it. I see myself about to die as it leans in to allow me the sound of its hideous roar. It did its purpose. It made me and my fellow men vacate the location faster than we had imagined possible. It merely showing its face got dozens of good men destroyed. They died well. Hopefully I will join them in a good, sweet death.
It pursues us through the streets of the wasted city as the visitors watch close by. They seem entertained by this. We have no time to run to cover, so we just run. Years of mile after mile every day seemed like nothing now, probably because it was, when compared to this moment. Their aircraft scurry about above us doing Lord-knows-what. We have no choice but to enter the sewers through a manhole. The concrete and piping around the hole shatter like glass before me. My companions all dying. I am alone in the dark. I have no radio signal, limited ammunition, a sniper rifle, and no idea what to do; so I improvise. My improvisation is interrupted by a derailed train screeching along the tunnel on the other side of the wall. This could help me. I rush through the infinite dark and only seem to be more lost than before. I'm ceased by an enveloping sunlight and the sound of wind in the air. As I follow it, I see where I am. Perched above an outdoor boarding station. There, in the tracks is that gargantuous beast. It sees me see it, when a sudden bright light reflects off its armor. Metal-on-metal echoes through the tunnel below me. Without thinking, as a soldier should, I jump down from my perch, luring it in front of me. As it raises its enormous appendage to strike me, I'm pushed aside by a wreckage of metal, fire, ear-shattering sounds, and a roar I would never forget. That beast let out its cry of defeat by my hand. I am triumphant, but am I dead?
Alas, I am not dead. I am very alive - more than I have ever been. When one is handed a booklet with a metaphorical title 'Options' from his higher-rank life forms, he can only help to feel alive after reading the contents. Half man, half machine. Mind and metal colliding in a fantastic, powerful form. I could not help but chose this righteous path. Nor would they let me refuse. I am perfection now. I see this. I see the error of my past life and species.
Provide an example of passive roleplay as an Overwatch unit (app. 2+ paragraphs or 20 lines):
/it The Outland is quiet and inactive. No Civvies chirping, No OTA barking.
/me The On-duty unit quickly examines his armor and plating to reassure that it is to OTA standards. It is.
/it A second Unit's patrol path meets with his own.
/me The 1st Unit salutes his superior and attempts to continue his route, but is stopped.
Second Unit: "Oh-Five."
05: "Sir?"
Second Unit: "Inform me of your route."
05: "I am to patrol the North-West and South East cliffs."
Second Unit: "Is that all?"
05: "No, sir."
Second Unit: "Continue.."
05: "I am not to leave the vicinity of sector Alpha or Bravo, due to Anti-Civil activity."
Second Unit: "And where do these 'sectors' end?"
05: "Just beyond either cliff face, sir."
Second Unit: "Excellent memory. You will now attach."
05: "I cannot comply, Sir."
Second Unit: "Why not?"
05: "My orders are from KING. I am not to leave my route until dismissed by our Superior."
Second Unit: "Is that so? Carry on."
/it The two units nod and go their separate routes only to meet roughly in the same location as each one loops around.
/it The Outland remains still.
Provide an example of action roleplay as an Overwatch unit (app. 3+ paragraphs or 30 lines):
/it A lonely Overwatch unit is placed high above a deserted, destroyed town.
/it He has a high-powered rifle in hand and an objective in mind. 'End the misery of these poor ugly lifeforms.
/me Scopes in on a White male Human popping his head out. He quickly calculates that the human is most-likely trying to sprint out of the city through a gap in the buildings about 100 yards thick. 100 yards of open space for him to place two to three rounds.
/it The White male springs from his hiding, running away like the cowardice ape it is.
/me The Unit estimates the man is running North/North-East at about 17-20mph.
/it The wind blows to the west at roughly 20mph.
/it The white male has made it to about 40 yards.
/me The Unit estimates the man is 200 yards away from him due North-West.
/it The male is at 60 yards.
/me The Unit quickly aims upward 1 1/2 notches and 2 notches in front of the man.
/it The wind carries the bullet as it grazes the man's leg at 70 yards, slowing him down.
/me The Unit tosses another round with his aim in front of his target now increased to 2 1/2 notches.
/it The man is at 80 yards and closing slowly. He leaves a trail of his red, reflective blood.
/me The Unit places another round.
/it The wind carries it as it enters the man's ribs at 95 yards.
/me The Unit marks his kill.
/me The Unit quickly resumes his view over the city. He does not fire at the many scattered undead.
/it The wind kicks up along with the dust. View becomes limited.
/me The Unit radios the above information about the dust for his fellow companions for their safety and success.
/it A team of two resistance operatives' cover is disturbed by a faster undead.
/me Radios "We've got two Operatives on the West side of the North-West Skyscraper. Requesting permission to amputate."
/it The Unit is told to stand by for a firing squad. It approaches from the East.
/it AR2 rounds batter the area around the disturbed resistance now making a move North on the West side of the building.
/me The Sniper Unit has visual.
/me Radios 'Visual on hostiles north-bound.'
/it This reconnaissance allows the squad to move up Northward on the East side of the skyscraper.
/me The Sniper Unit stands by awaiting orders and spotting.
/it The Resistance Operatives are on the N-West corner, OTA on the N-East. They are about to clash at the North Wall of the skyscraper.
/me The Unit is ordered to relocate so he has the North wall in his FOV, and he does so without thinking.
/it Now with a view, the Sniper Unit sets up with his aim on the N-West corner.
/it A Resistance Operative sprays SMG rounds around their occupied corner. The rounds come close to his companions.
/me The Unit pops several suppressive rounds at the N-W corner.
/it Openings in the building tell the Unit that the Operatives are now moving toward the South-West corner.
/it The Firing squad adjusts to the South-East corner, where they replay their game of Cat and Mouse and Spray bullets.
/me The Unit instinctively adjusts his position to view the South Wall.
/it The operatives navigate back to the N-W corner, pass the North wall and near the N-W corner.
/me The Unit radios that the Operatives are closing on their Six O'clock.
/it The Firing squad makes their 6 their 12 and opens suppressively onto the popping-out resistance.
/it The Operatives are forced to fall back. The Firing squad in hot pursuit.
Character Information (during 7 Hour War, also OOC)
Name: James Buckwood
Affiliated Police Force:
or
Affiliated Army: Marines
Rank: Corporal
Role: Scout Sniper
Commonly Issued Primary Firearm: M82 Sniper Rifle
Age: 32
Weight: 210lbs.
Height: 6'0"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Distinguishing Marks: None.
Yes or No? (Still OOC)
Please mark one with a ✔
Are you currently a member of the Metropolice Force?
Yes __ No ✔
>>
If so, what rank are you?
Please mark one with a ✔
Are you currently a member of the Civil Workers’ Union?
Yes __ No ✔
>>
If so, what do you do for the CWU?
Do you promise that you will not minge or troll at all or cause any disruption for both the roleplay and the community? I promise.
Do you promise that you will roleplay as realistically as you can? Overwatch units are supposed to almost all identical in personality and in verbal skill levels. I understand and promise.
Last edited by Zombie on Thu Mar 15, 2012 5:39 pm; edited 2 times in total
