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[b]Out Of Character Section:
How long have you been playing on serious roleplaying servers?: 7 years.
Do you understand the order-of-rank system similar to military, and are willing to take orders?: Yes.
Do you understand all rogue actions involving the CCA must be approved by a super-administrator?: Yes.
What is your timezone?: GMT +9
What is the goal of the CCA/MPF?: To secure and protect the sociostability of the community and protect the status quo of alien dictatorship.
Why should we accept you for CCA/MPF?: I have a lot of experience and feel like CCA roleplay is a niche that I occupy well. It's one of my more favorite roles and I pursue it due to its complexity and uniformity.
Which divisions would you most be interested in?: Medical preferably, I'm currently at medical school at the University of Cape Town.
Character's Backstory (150 words minimal):
Kerry Rubin, short for Rubinstein, was born to a middle class Jewish family in New York City in 1983. He spent his early life as an only child always playing and fooling around, sometimes teasing other children. In school he earned a reputation as a class clown, a wisecrack with no sensibilities. When he wanted to say something, he said it. He found that making other people laugh was one of his talents. He petitioned to join the Army as soon as he graduated from high school but was denied due to his condition of being underweight. His parents forced him to go to college, which he struggled in, but he found redress in the local comedy clubs of Brooklyn.
His good performances left crowds laughing out of their seats and begging for more. He dropped out of college and went full time, eventually striking gold and in his mid to late 20's was making contract deals with studios to write and perform. He struggled to find a partner due to his belligerent behavior and lavished in the lifestyle of brief fame until the Seven Hour War when his reputation and backstory became nothing less than just a memory. Kerry was struck down to nothing but a lowely citizen, doomed to live the rest of his days in plain, unambiguous normality.
Give an RP example of how to RP as a Unit (20 Lines minimum):
The anonymous unit sits face to face on the opposite side of the table from the prisoner, his distant plastic face obscuring his true intentions. He holds his hands together on the table, waiting.
The prisoner shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead as he nervously pulls at the ties on his hands. "You have to believe me, there's no way I could have been there. You found me at the Grotto."
The unit points his finger, wagging it, "<:: There was plenty of time for you to run from the block to the Grotto. It's not too far and I'm sure a guy like you knows the shortcuts. Have you seen your own record? ::>"
The prisoner scoots himself up the smallest amount, figuring his posture to be as straight as it can, "My record isn't relevant, I didn't know the gal and I sure as hell don't know about any shortcuts."
The unit butts in, interrupting the man's flow by cutting him off, "<:: You're filibustering, this isn't a court room. We don't care why you did it. Where is the weapon? ::>" An awkward silence fills the room.
"I don't know where the gun is!" The man shouts, before clearing his throat and leaning back in surprise. His face turns red as he silently gazes at the officer.
"<:: Who said it was a gun? Guns are hard to come by in a city built for safety. You must have connections. ::>" The unit replies after a short bout of silence, a smile creeping beneath his otherwise emotionless mask.
The man evidently sweats more, pulling at his ties nervously, "You said it! Guns are everywhere, who would have killed her with anything but a gun?"
The unit leans back as well, "<:: Who said it was a girl? Idiot, your life is at stake. We can get you a fair sentence if you talk. ::>"
The man leans in, his pupils dilated and his face tomato red, "You don't know anything, you fuckin' pig. Nothing." He stammers with a scowl.
"<:: Then you're going to lose your life, all for whatever moron you're protecting. I hope it was worth it. ::>" The unit picks himself up from his chair and briskly begins to walk out of the interrogation chamber.
"Hold on! Hold on! Just wait, wait. Let me talk." The man almost screams at the top of his lungs, fear thick in his voice; rattling his seat.
The unit flips around and slams his hand on the table, shouting, "<:: Talk or die, puke. I don't have a preference. ::>"
The man begins to sob, tears running down his cheeks, "I'll tell you everything, please don't kill me. I've got siblings, please!" He begs, shaking uncontrollably.
The unit stares at him, yelling even louder, "<:: Then talk! Who is it, where are they?! ::>"
"Martin uhh, uhh Lieberman. Martin Lieberman! Block C-3; loyalist apartments! He's got all of the fucking guns! I swear just don't kill me!" The man continues to beg, tears running down his cheeks.
The unit quietly backs away, slinking back into the darker side of the room to leave it. He talks into his radio, "<:: DISPATCH advise, BOL on Martin Lieberman. Residence Loyalist C-3 potential level seven POI. PT-1 advise copy. ::>"
The man, hyperventilating, stares in amazement at the officer as he leaves, incapable of gathering the mental strength to question his predicament. He's suddenly left alone in the room, cold and in bondage.
[i]Situations
_______________________________________[/i]
Situation #1:
Unit #65032, your best friend since you joined the CCA together, has been rejecting his metropolice rations, not consuming them regularly. He says this is to allow him to be more capable in the field but you notice his hands shaking and his strength weakening. What do you do? Do you mention this to High-Command?:
No, not initially at least. Kerry's loyalties remain to himself and his close companions first before the Union. However, if he felt that it would legitimately help his friend or through a period of time after loyalty reinforcement, he would report it to someone to sort it out.
Situation #2:
Units #79275, #59278, and you(#95273) are initiating patrol around the outskirts of the town, D1, D2, and D3 as per DvL instruction. Give an in-character radio of what you will announce to the active police force to make them aware of your activity:
/radio
PT-1 deploying at HPR-1 to 10-76 10-20 D1-2-3 ; 79275, 59278, and 95273 designations commencing regular routine patrol. Advise.
Situation #3:
An Irish citizen, height 5'2" and weight 120lbs approaches you with a sickly stature. He says that he has not been given enough rations and quite loudly demands for more. What do you do?
/me taps at the baton on his belt, raising his voice over the sickly man, "<:: Quiet down pal, you got a problem you can go bother someone else. ::>"
[i]In-Character Application:[/i]
_______________________________________
Full Name: Kerry Rubin
Other Aliases: N/A
C.I.D. Number: 148871
Date Of Arrival To The City: 05/02/2015
Residence: 5-A
WANTED Y/N: N
Verdict Points: None
Violations made: None
Loyalty Points: N/A
C.W.U. Y/N: N
C.W.U. Rank: N/A
Birth Date: 07/21/1983
Sex: M
Allergies: Pennicilin
Blood type: A+
Medical Condition(s): N/A
Mental Status: Healthy
Have you ever been detained before?:
No.
Are you in regular consumption of rations?:
Yes.
Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Union?:
As long as I live and breathe.
Why do you wish to join the Combine Civil Authority?:
To protect my community and be the best I can be.
Do you understand that if you are blackmarked three times or commit crimes against your Union, your family and then you will be executed publicly for treason?:
Yes.[/b]
Out Of Character Section:
How long have you been playing on serious roleplaying servers?: 7 years.
Do you understand the order-of-rank system similar to military, and are willing to take orders?: Yes.
Do you understand all rogue actions involving the CCA must be approved by a super-administrator?: Yes.
What is your timezone?: GMT +9
What is the goal of the CCA/MPF?: To secure and protect the sociostability of the community and protect the status quo of alien dictatorship.
Why should we accept you for CCA/MPF?: I have a lot of experience and feel like CCA roleplay is a niche that I occupy well. It's one of my more favorite roles and I pursue it due to its complexity and uniformity.
Which divisions would you most be interested in?: Medical preferably, I'm currently at medical school at the University of Cape Town.
Character's Backstory (150 words minimal):
Kerry Rubin, short for Rubinstein, was born to a middle class Jewish family in New York City in 1983. He spent his early life as an only child always playing and fooling around, sometimes teasing other children. In school he earned a reputation as a class clown, a wisecrack with no sensibilities. When he wanted to say something, he said it. He found that making other people laugh was one of his talents. He petitioned to join the Army as soon as he graduated from high school but was denied due to his condition of being underweight. His parents forced him to go to college, which he struggled in, but he found redress in the local comedy clubs of Brooklyn.
His good performances left crowds laughing out of their seats and begging for more. He dropped out of college and went full time, eventually striking gold and in his mid to late 20's was making contract deals with studios to write and perform. He struggled to find a partner due to his belligerent behavior and lavished in the lifestyle of brief fame until the Seven Hour War when his reputation and backstory became nothing less than just a memory. Kerry was struck down to nothing but a lowely citizen, doomed to live the rest of his days in plain, unambiguous normality.
Give an RP example of how to RP as a Unit (20 Lines minimum):
The anonymous unit sits face to face on the opposite side of the table from the prisoner, his distant plastic face obscuring his true intentions. He holds his hands together on the table, waiting.
The prisoner shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead as he nervously pulls at the ties on his hands. You have to believe me, there's no way I could have been there. You found me at the Grotto.
The unit points his finger, wagging it, <:: There was plenty of time for you to run from the block to the Grotto. It's not too far and I'm sure a guy like you knows the shortcuts. Have you seen your own record? ::>
The prisoner scoots himself up the smallest amount, figuring his posture to be as straight as it can, My record isn't relevant, I didn't know the gal and I sure as hell don't know about any shortcuts.
The unit butts in, interrupting the man's flow by cutting him off, <:: You're filibustering, this isn't a court room. We don't care why you did it. Where is the weapon? ::> An awkward silence fills the room.
I don't know where the gun is! The man shouts, before clearing his throat and leaning back in surprise. His face turns red as he silently gazes at the officer.
<:: Who said it was a gun? Guns are hard to come by in a city built for safety. You must have connections. ::> The unit replies after a short bout of silence, a smile creeping beneath his otherwise emotionless mask.
The man evidently sweats more, pulling at his ties nervously, You said it! Guns are everywhere, who would have killed her with anything but a gun?
The unit leans back as well, <:: Who said it was a girl? Idiot, your life is at stake. We can get you a fair sentence if you talk. ::>
The man leans in, his pupils dilated and his face tomato red, You don't know anything, you fuckin' pig. Nothing. He stammers with a scowl.
<:: Then you're going to lose your life, all for whatever moron you're protecting. I hope it was worth it. ::> The unit picks himself up from his chair and briskly begins to walk out of the interrogation chamber.
Hold on! Hold on! Just wait, wait. Let me talk. The man almost screams at the top of his lungs, fear thick in his voice; rattling his seat.
The unit flips around and slams his hand on the table, shouting, <:: Talk or die, puke. I don't have a preference. ::>
The man begins to sob, tears running down his cheeks, I'll tell you everything, please don't kill me. I've got siblings, please! He begs, shaking uncontrollably.
The unit stares at him, yelling even louder, <:: Then talk! Who is it, where are they?! ::>
Martin uhh, uhh Lieberman. Martin Lieberman! Block C-3; loyalist apartments! He's got all of the fucking guns! I swear just don't kill me! The man continues to beg, tears running down his cheeks.
The unit quietly backs away, slinking back into the darker side of the room to leave it. He talks into his radio, <:: DISPATCH advise, BOL on Martin Lieberman. Residence Loyalist C-3 potential level seven POI. PT-1 advise copy. ::>
The man, hyperventilating, stares in amazement at the officer as he leaves, incapable of gathering the mental strength to question his predicament. He's suddenly left alone in the room, cold and in bondage.
Situations
_______________________________________
Situation #1:
Unit #65032, your best friend since you joined the CCA together, has been rejecting his metropolice rations, not consuming them regularly. He says this is to allow him to be more capable in the field but you notice his hands shaking and his strength weakening. What do you do? Do you mention this to High-Command?:
No, not initially at least. Kerry's loyalties remain to himself and his close companions first before the Union. However, if he felt that it would legitimately help his friend or through a period of time after loyalty reinforcement, he would report it to someone to sort it out.
Situation #2:
Units #79275, #59278, and you(#95273) are initiating patrol around the outskirts of the town, D1, D2, and D3 as per DvL instruction. Give an in-character radio of what you will announce to the active police force to make them aware of your activity:
/radio
PT-1 deploying at HPR-1 to 10-76 10-20 D1-2-3 ; 79275, 59278, and 95273 designations commencing regular routine patrol. Advise.
Situation #3:
An Irish citizen, height 5'2 and weight 120lbs approaches you with a sickly stature. He says that he has not been given enough rations and quite loudly demands for more. What do you do?
/me taps at the baton on his belt, raising his voice over the sickly man, <:: Quiet down pal, you got a problem you can go bother someone else. ::>
In-Character Application:
_______________________________________
Full Name: Kerry Rubin
Other Aliases: N/A
C.I.D. Number: 148871
Date Of Arrival To The City: 05/02/2015
Residence: 5-A
WANTED Y/N: N
Verdict Points: None
Violations made: None
Loyalty Points: N/A
C.W.U. Y/N: N
C.W.U. Rank: N/A
Birth Date: 07/21/1983
Sex: M
Allergies: Pennicilin
Blood type: A+
Medical Condition(s): N/A
Mental Status: Healthy
Have you ever been detained before?:
No.
Are you in regular consumption of rations?:
Yes.
Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Union?:
As long as I live and breathe.
Why do you wish to join the Combine Civil Authority?:
To protect my community and be the best I can be.
Do you understand that if you are blackmarked three times or commit crimes against your Union, your family and then you will be executed publicly for treason?:
Yes.
How long have you been playing on serious roleplaying servers?: 7 years.
Do you understand the order-of-rank system similar to military, and are willing to take orders?: Yes.
Do you understand all rogue actions involving the CCA must be approved by a super-administrator?: Yes.
What is your timezone?: GMT +9
What is the goal of the CCA/MPF?: To secure and protect the sociostability of the community and protect the status quo of alien dictatorship.
Why should we accept you for CCA/MPF?: I have a lot of experience and feel like CCA roleplay is a niche that I occupy well. It's one of my more favorite roles and I pursue it due to its complexity and uniformity.
Which divisions would you most be interested in?: Medical preferably, I'm currently at medical school at the University of Cape Town.
Character's Backstory (150 words minimal):
Kerry Rubin, short for Rubinstein, was born to a middle class Jewish family in New York City in 1983. He spent his early life as an only child always playing and fooling around, sometimes teasing other children. In school he earned a reputation as a class clown, a wisecrack with no sensibilities. When he wanted to say something, he said it. He found that making other people laugh was one of his talents. He petitioned to join the Army as soon as he graduated from high school but was denied due to his condition of being underweight. His parents forced him to go to college, which he struggled in, but he found redress in the local comedy clubs of Brooklyn.
His good performances left crowds laughing out of their seats and begging for more. He dropped out of college and went full time, eventually striking gold and in his mid to late 20's was making contract deals with studios to write and perform. He struggled to find a partner due to his belligerent behavior and lavished in the lifestyle of brief fame until the Seven Hour War when his reputation and backstory became nothing less than just a memory. Kerry was struck down to nothing but a lowely citizen, doomed to live the rest of his days in plain, unambiguous normality.
Give an RP example of how to RP as a Unit (20 Lines minimum):
The anonymous unit sits face to face on the opposite side of the table from the prisoner, his distant plastic face obscuring his true intentions. He holds his hands together on the table, waiting.
The prisoner shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead as he nervously pulls at the ties on his hands. You have to believe me, there's no way I could have been there. You found me at the Grotto.
The unit points his finger, wagging it, <:: There was plenty of time for you to run from the block to the Grotto. It's not too far and I'm sure a guy like you knows the shortcuts. Have you seen your own record? ::>
The prisoner scoots himself up the smallest amount, figuring his posture to be as straight as it can, My record isn't relevant, I didn't know the gal and I sure as hell don't know about any shortcuts.
The unit butts in, interrupting the man's flow by cutting him off, <:: You're filibustering, this isn't a court room. We don't care why you did it. Where is the weapon? ::> An awkward silence fills the room.
I don't know where the gun is! The man shouts, before clearing his throat and leaning back in surprise. His face turns red as he silently gazes at the officer.
<:: Who said it was a gun? Guns are hard to come by in a city built for safety. You must have connections. ::> The unit replies after a short bout of silence, a smile creeping beneath his otherwise emotionless mask.
The man evidently sweats more, pulling at his ties nervously, You said it! Guns are everywhere, who would have killed her with anything but a gun?
The unit leans back as well, <:: Who said it was a girl? Idiot, your life is at stake. We can get you a fair sentence if you talk. ::>
The man leans in, his pupils dilated and his face tomato red, You don't know anything, you fuckin' pig. Nothing. He stammers with a scowl.
<:: Then you're going to lose your life, all for whatever moron you're protecting. I hope it was worth it. ::> The unit picks himself up from his chair and briskly begins to walk out of the interrogation chamber.
Hold on! Hold on! Just wait, wait. Let me talk. The man almost screams at the top of his lungs, fear thick in his voice; rattling his seat.
The unit flips around and slams his hand on the table, shouting, <:: Talk or die, puke. I don't have a preference. ::>
The man begins to sob, tears running down his cheeks, I'll tell you everything, please don't kill me. I've got siblings, please! He begs, shaking uncontrollably.
The unit stares at him, yelling even louder, <:: Then talk! Who is it, where are they?! ::>
Martin uhh, uhh Lieberman. Martin Lieberman! Block C-3; loyalist apartments! He's got all of the fucking guns! I swear just don't kill me! The man continues to beg, tears running down his cheeks.
The unit quietly backs away, slinking back into the darker side of the room to leave it. He talks into his radio, <:: DISPATCH advise, BOL on Martin Lieberman. Residence Loyalist C-3 potential level seven POI. PT-1 advise copy. ::>
The man, hyperventilating, stares in amazement at the officer as he leaves, incapable of gathering the mental strength to question his predicament. He's suddenly left alone in the room, cold and in bondage.
Situations
_______________________________________
Situation #1:
Unit #65032, your best friend since you joined the CCA together, has been rejecting his metropolice rations, not consuming them regularly. He says this is to allow him to be more capable in the field but you notice his hands shaking and his strength weakening. What do you do? Do you mention this to High-Command?:
No, not initially at least. Kerry's loyalties remain to himself and his close companions first before the Union. However, if he felt that it would legitimately help his friend or through a period of time after loyalty reinforcement, he would report it to someone to sort it out.
Situation #2:
Units #79275, #59278, and you(#95273) are initiating patrol around the outskirts of the town, D1, D2, and D3 as per DvL instruction. Give an in-character radio of what you will announce to the active police force to make them aware of your activity:
/radio
PT-1 deploying at HPR-1 to 10-76 10-20 D1-2-3 ; 79275, 59278, and 95273 designations commencing regular routine patrol. Advise.
Situation #3:
An Irish citizen, height 5'2 and weight 120lbs approaches you with a sickly stature. He says that he has not been given enough rations and quite loudly demands for more. What do you do?
/me taps at the baton on his belt, raising his voice over the sickly man, <:: Quiet down pal, you got a problem you can go bother someone else. ::>
In-Character Application:
_______________________________________
Full Name: Kerry Rubin
Other Aliases: N/A
C.I.D. Number: 148871
Date Of Arrival To The City: 05/02/2015
Residence: 5-A
WANTED Y/N: N
Verdict Points: None
Violations made: None
Loyalty Points: N/A
C.W.U. Y/N: N
C.W.U. Rank: N/A
Birth Date: 07/21/1983
Sex: M
Allergies: Pennicilin
Blood type: A+
Medical Condition(s): N/A
Mental Status: Healthy
Have you ever been detained before?:
No.
Are you in regular consumption of rations?:
Yes.
Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Union?:
As long as I live and breathe.
Why do you wish to join the Combine Civil Authority?:
To protect my community and be the best I can be.
Do you understand that if you are blackmarked three times or commit crimes against your Union, your family and then you will be executed publicly for treason?:
Yes.
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