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[b]Steam Name: [/b]Quads
[b]SteamID: [/b]STEAM_0:1:53098192
[b]Time with Impera Gaming: [/b]A week or so.
[b]How often can you be on?: [/b]Almost every day.
[b]Have you read the OTA guide?: [/b]Yes
[b]What is your desired specialization? Why?: [/b]I don’t actually mind either, but I think I’m a little bias towards [b]BLADE [/b]and[b] MACE[/b]. Shotguns are appealing, as is door-kicking and methodical clearing, plus the patrolling is nice.
[b]What is the Overwatch Transhuman Arm?: [/b]If the Metropolice are the shield of the combine, and the Synth-units the hammer, then the Overwatch are the scalpel. A group of select individuals -- some are former military who were forcibly conscripted during the Seven Hour War, and others are willingly transhumanized as former members of the CCA who see it not as a cruel and mindless fate, but as a lofty position for all to aspire to. They are deployed when a certain kind of precision is needed -- a shield secures and protects the body, and hammer crushes and destroys it, but a scalpel carefully strips skin and muscle from bone -- a delicate kind of force, but still as powerful as the hammer if applied like it should be. Small groups made of soldiers so hard to kill they are seen as nigh-unstoppable by those who have the gall to fight them -- as they are not regular soldiers in both physical and mental categories. But the mental is truly what elevates them- as you can have all the augmentations you want, but without an Overwatch mindset, you will never be as good; and that will be discussed below.
[b]How do Overwatch soldiers think?: [/b]With literally no emotion, and cold logic. Now one might suggest that their survival instinct is emotion or just that; instinct -- but not quite. Logic dictates that they serve the Union, and that flat-out dying would subvert that purpose; and while they show no regard for their lives, it just means that they will not flinch or hesitate when carrying out suicide missions, or orders of a dubious nature. Their minds are carved up by brainwashing and mechanical inserts; making them all the more deadly. A soldier who does as they are told, with the brutal efficiency of a machine-mind and the body of a small armored car -- what else could be more terrifying?
[b]Can you go rogue as Overwatch? Why or why not?: The long answer: [/b]No, the short answer: also no. There is no going back from being what you are when you are an Overwatch Unit -- your mind is physically altered, not just chemically or mentally like a unit. There is no changing something to physical- and not only that; the unit would die in days without proper food that is put through the port in their stomach, and that they can only receive from their stasis pods. Though that’s assuming one would be alone, and somehow out there -- so it’s a bit of a moot point at this rate.
[b]What do you think Overwatch will be like for you?:[/b] I will be deployed when needed, though the patrol-team sounds quite nice -- as it would be more frequent. Though I understand the select and ‘scalpel-like’ nature of my existence as an Overwatch unit. It will be combat-oriented, at least, usually -- unless a situation calls for the Transhuman Arm to do something other than cut out the cancer of the Universal Union. They have to prove themselves, after all, a valuable member of the great combine of species -- and what better way to do so than in the crucible of combat?
[b]Why do you want to join Overwatch?: [/b]To give citizens, rebels, and metropolice alike something to fear and roleplay around. A member of the Overwatch is something great and terrible- and I would love to be able to make the authentic experience of living under the iron boot of the UU something real for the roleplayers on this server. Nothing quite like a raid from the OTA to make people go shaking in their boots.
[b]Can you be trusted with this whitelist?: [/b]Hopefully, I’m a GM and a Moderator. It would be remiss of me if I couldn’t be trusted with this.
[b]What's the difference between a Metrocop and an Overwatch soldier? Are they the same?: [/b]One is a human, and as they climb the ranks -- they become closer to the other one. They were the same at one point, but the proof is in the pudding -- and the pudding is the name. [i]Transhuman Arm[/i] -- they aren’t human, they are beyond it. Minds made of steel and flesh, bodies much the same -- replaced with more efficient systems than evolution could ever dream of -- their thought processes are also beyond human. Though some could say below it as well. Either way, if you really want the most basic of differences: one has light armor, and one has really heavy armor.
[b]Write a 20-line roleplay example:[/b]
OTA.UU-MACE.OWS.539 did not feel the pounding of it’s mechanically modified heart as it dragged itself through a frigid pond, it did not feel the sting of massive gouges placed in it’s lumbar, and it certainly did not feel fear as it approached the large, broken down building it had been sent to investigator. The orders were clear, so crystal clear, as they were broadcast into it’s very mind -- telling it what to do. It had been sent to retrieve the equipment of a downed RAZOR unit that had apparently been ambushed by an anti-citizen team roaming the outlands. It had fought them off, but succumbed to the wounds after reaching this building- 539 was just the one who was ordered to clean it up. He was sent alone because they could spare no other unit, most were currently helping with the assault on a known biotic and anti-citizen stronghold out in the wastes.Command had assumed he would not encounter anything, or anyone, on his journey -- but that was incorrect.
The MACE had narrowly escaped being overrun by a hoard of necrotics as it tarried back to the corpse it was searching for; hence the slight damage to its spine -- though that was nothing that it found too worrying yet. The building was square, and part of it’s upper floors had collapsed in on themselves -- there was a trail of blood, clearly one of the Transhuman Arm’s, leading inwards. One could be able to tell because of how red it was- their blood was purposefully enriched to provide their bodies with more oxygen and to allow a near infinite stamina.
It’s back was slightly bloodstained itself, but that was besides the point- as it pushed open the door with one gloved hand and held up it’s SPAS-12 with the other. Nothing, the building was full of rubble -- and the biosignal lead it to a far corner of the room; the rubble creaking beneath it’s weight. <:: Dispatch. ::> Growled the vocoder in his neck -- transmitting right into the radio frequency. <:: Wait one. ::> Came back the distinctively feminine voice of the A.I. that was Dispatch. <:: Unit identification confirmed, transmit. ::> There was barely even a pause before 539 responded -- beginning to shift rubble from the dead member of it’s kind. <:: Unit has located downed member of Transhuman Arm, do orders stand? ::>
Again, the response by the shackled computer was just as quick, if not quicker than it’s own speech. <:: Orders are standing: locate, retrieve, ripcord. Closing frequency. ::> That was all the confirmation it’s sliced-up brain required -- quickly hefting onto it’s back the dark-matter rifle the unit carried; along with it’s SMG, which was affixed to it’s belt. Once it was said and done, there was only once piece of equipment for recycling that was required to be retrieved before he RTB’d.539 grabbed the forearm of the dead unit- dried blood coating it’s neck and torso- with a great heave of silent exertion, the corpse was put into a fireman’s carry.
The MACE unit felt a great pressure build where it’s wound was, but it paid it no mind -- turning, and beginning to walk from the area. It would be slower, yes, but it had done all that was requested -- time to..-There was the sound of a magnum going off -- something hit 539’s helmet right in the back; the weakest point. It’s spine buckled, and then gave out under the immense weight before the bullet blew out the front of it’s mask -- dropping into a heap on the ground with the other unit still gripped in it’s mechanically-augmented arms. The last thing that was transmitted from the unit was two masked anti-citizens creeping carefully towards it, and arguing over ‘who got to keep the loot.’
A compterized voice rang out over the frequencies of the Outland-UU radio’s <:: Unit 538 deserviced, location transmitted, remaining units contain. ::>
[b]Character backstory (optional): [/b]N/A
Steam Name: Quads
SteamID: STEAM_0:1:53098192
Time with Impera Gaming: A week or so.
How often can you be on?: Almost every day.
Have you read the OTA guide?: Yes
What is your desired specialization? Why?: I don’t actually mind either, but I think I’m a little bias towards BLADE and MACE. Shotguns are appealing, as is door-kicking and methodical clearing, plus the patrolling is nice.
What is the Overwatch Transhuman Arm?: If the Metropolice are the shield of the combine, and the Synth-units the hammer, then the Overwatch are the scalpel. A group of select individuals -- some are former military who were forcibly conscripted during the Seven Hour War, and others are willingly transhumanized as former members of the CCA who see it not as a cruel and mindless fate, but as a lofty position for all to aspire to. They are deployed when a certain kind of precision is needed -- a shield secures and protects the body, and hammer crushes and destroys it, but a scalpel carefully strips skin and muscle from bone -- a delicate kind of force, but still as powerful as the hammer if applied like it should be. Small groups made of soldiers so hard to kill they are seen as nigh-unstoppable by those who have the gall to fight them -- as they are not regular soldiers in both physical and mental categories. But the mental is truly what elevates them- as you can have all the augmentations you want, but without an Overwatch mindset, you will never be as good; and that will be discussed below.
How do Overwatch soldiers think?: With literally no emotion, and cold logic. Now one might suggest that their survival instinct is emotion or just that; instinct -- but not quite. Logic dictates that they serve the Union, and that flat-out dying would subvert that purpose; and while they show no regard for their lives, it just means that they will not flinch or hesitate when carrying out suicide missions, or orders of a dubious nature. Their minds are carved up by brainwashing and mechanical inserts; making them all the more deadly. A soldier who does as they are told, with the brutal efficiency of a machine-mind and the body of a small armored car -- what else could be more terrifying?
Can you go rogue as Overwatch? Why or why not?: The long answer: No, the short answer: also no. There is no going back from being what you are when you are an Overwatch Unit -- your mind is physically altered, not just chemically or mentally like a unit. There is no changing something to physical- and not only that; the unit would die in days without proper food that is put through the port in their stomach, and that they can only receive from their stasis pods. Though that’s assuming one would be alone, and somehow out there -- so it’s a bit of a moot point at this rate.
What do you think Overwatch will be like for you?: I will be deployed when needed, though the patrol-team sounds quite nice -- as it would be more frequent. Though I understand the select and ‘scalpel-like’ nature of my existence as an Overwatch unit. It will be combat-oriented, at least, usually -- unless a situation calls for the Transhuman Arm to do something other than cut out the cancer of the Universal Union. They have to prove themselves, after all, a valuable member of the great combine of species -- and what better way to do so than in the crucible of combat?
Why do you want to join Overwatch?: To give citizens, rebels, and metropolice alike something to fear and roleplay around. A member of the Overwatch is something great and terrible- and I would love to be able to make the authentic experience of living under the iron boot of the UU something real for the roleplayers on this server. Nothing quite like a raid from the OTA to make people go shaking in their boots.
Can you be trusted with this whitelist?: Hopefully, I’m a GM and a Moderator. It would be remiss of me if I couldn’t be trusted with this.
What's the difference between a Metrocop and an Overwatch soldier? Are they the same?: One is a human, and as they climb the ranks -- they become closer to the other one. They were the same at one point, but the proof is in the pudding -- and the pudding is the name. Transhuman Arm -- they aren’t human, they are beyond it. Minds made of steel and flesh, bodies much the same -- replaced with more efficient systems than evolution could ever dream of -- their thought processes are also beyond human. Though some could say below it as well. Either way, if you really want the most basic of differences: one has light armor, and one has really heavy armor.
Write a 20-line roleplay example:
OTA.UU-MACE.OWS.539 did not feel the pounding of it’s mechanically modified heart as it dragged itself through a frigid pond, it did not feel the sting of massive gouges placed in it’s lumbar, and it certainly did not feel fear as it approached the large, broken down building it had been sent to investigator. The orders were clear, so crystal clear, as they were broadcast into it’s very mind -- telling it what to do. It had been sent to retrieve the equipment of a downed RAZOR unit that had apparently been ambushed by an anti-citizen team roaming the outlands. It had fought them off, but succumbed to the wounds after reaching this building- 539 was just the one who was ordered to clean it up. He was sent alone because they could spare no other unit, most were currently helping with the assault on a known biotic and anti-citizen stronghold out in the wastes.Command had assumed he would not encounter anything, or anyone, on his journey -- but that was incorrect.
The MACE had narrowly escaped being overrun by a hoard of necrotics as it tarried back to the corpse it was searching for; hence the slight damage to its spine -- though that was nothing that it found too worrying yet. The building was square, and part of it’s upper floors had collapsed in on themselves -- there was a trail of blood, clearly one of the Transhuman Arm’s, leading inwards. One could be able to tell because of how red it was- their blood was purposefully enriched to provide their bodies with more oxygen and to allow a near infinite stamina.
It’s back was slightly bloodstained itself, but that was besides the point- as it pushed open the door with one gloved hand and held up it’s SPAS-12 with the other. Nothing, the building was full of rubble -- and the biosignal lead it to a far corner of the room; the rubble creaking beneath it’s weight. <:: Dispatch. ::> Growled the vocoder in his neck -- transmitting right into the radio frequency. <:: Wait one. ::> Came back the distinctively feminine voice of the A.I. that was Dispatch. <:: Unit identification confirmed, transmit. ::> There was barely even a pause before 539 responded -- beginning to shift rubble from the dead member of it’s kind. <:: Unit has located downed member of Transhuman Arm, do orders stand? ::>
Again, the response by the shackled computer was just as quick, if not quicker than it’s own speech. <:: Orders are standing: locate, retrieve, ripcord. Closing frequency. ::> That was all the confirmation it’s sliced-up brain required -- quickly hefting onto it’s back the dark-matter rifle the unit carried; along with it’s SMG, which was affixed to it’s belt. Once it was said and done, there was only once piece of equipment for recycling that was required to be retrieved before he RTB’d.539 grabbed the forearm of the dead unit- dried blood coating it’s neck and torso- with a great heave of silent exertion, the corpse was put into a fireman’s carry.
The MACE unit felt a great pressure build where it’s wound was, but it paid it no mind -- turning, and beginning to walk from the area. It would be slower, yes, but it had done all that was requested -- time to..-There was the sound of a magnum going off -- something hit 539’s helmet right in the back; the weakest point. It’s spine buckled, and then gave out under the immense weight before the bullet blew out the front of it’s mask -- dropping into a heap on the ground with the other unit still gripped in it’s mechanically-augmented arms. The last thing that was transmitted from the unit was two masked anti-citizens creeping carefully towards it, and arguing over ‘who got to keep the loot.’
A compterized voice rang out over the frequencies of the Outland-UU radio’s <:: Unit 538 deserviced, location transmitted, remaining units contain. ::>
Character backstory (optional): N/A
SteamID: STEAM_0:1:53098192
Time with Impera Gaming: A week or so.
How often can you be on?: Almost every day.
Have you read the OTA guide?: Yes
What is your desired specialization? Why?: I don’t actually mind either, but I think I’m a little bias towards BLADE and MACE. Shotguns are appealing, as is door-kicking and methodical clearing, plus the patrolling is nice.
What is the Overwatch Transhuman Arm?: If the Metropolice are the shield of the combine, and the Synth-units the hammer, then the Overwatch are the scalpel. A group of select individuals -- some are former military who were forcibly conscripted during the Seven Hour War, and others are willingly transhumanized as former members of the CCA who see it not as a cruel and mindless fate, but as a lofty position for all to aspire to. They are deployed when a certain kind of precision is needed -- a shield secures and protects the body, and hammer crushes and destroys it, but a scalpel carefully strips skin and muscle from bone -- a delicate kind of force, but still as powerful as the hammer if applied like it should be. Small groups made of soldiers so hard to kill they are seen as nigh-unstoppable by those who have the gall to fight them -- as they are not regular soldiers in both physical and mental categories. But the mental is truly what elevates them- as you can have all the augmentations you want, but without an Overwatch mindset, you will never be as good; and that will be discussed below.
How do Overwatch soldiers think?: With literally no emotion, and cold logic. Now one might suggest that their survival instinct is emotion or just that; instinct -- but not quite. Logic dictates that they serve the Union, and that flat-out dying would subvert that purpose; and while they show no regard for their lives, it just means that they will not flinch or hesitate when carrying out suicide missions, or orders of a dubious nature. Their minds are carved up by brainwashing and mechanical inserts; making them all the more deadly. A soldier who does as they are told, with the brutal efficiency of a machine-mind and the body of a small armored car -- what else could be more terrifying?
Can you go rogue as Overwatch? Why or why not?: The long answer: No, the short answer: also no. There is no going back from being what you are when you are an Overwatch Unit -- your mind is physically altered, not just chemically or mentally like a unit. There is no changing something to physical- and not only that; the unit would die in days without proper food that is put through the port in their stomach, and that they can only receive from their stasis pods. Though that’s assuming one would be alone, and somehow out there -- so it’s a bit of a moot point at this rate.
What do you think Overwatch will be like for you?: I will be deployed when needed, though the patrol-team sounds quite nice -- as it would be more frequent. Though I understand the select and ‘scalpel-like’ nature of my existence as an Overwatch unit. It will be combat-oriented, at least, usually -- unless a situation calls for the Transhuman Arm to do something other than cut out the cancer of the Universal Union. They have to prove themselves, after all, a valuable member of the great combine of species -- and what better way to do so than in the crucible of combat?
Why do you want to join Overwatch?: To give citizens, rebels, and metropolice alike something to fear and roleplay around. A member of the Overwatch is something great and terrible- and I would love to be able to make the authentic experience of living under the iron boot of the UU something real for the roleplayers on this server. Nothing quite like a raid from the OTA to make people go shaking in their boots.
Can you be trusted with this whitelist?: Hopefully, I’m a GM and a Moderator. It would be remiss of me if I couldn’t be trusted with this.
What's the difference between a Metrocop and an Overwatch soldier? Are they the same?: One is a human, and as they climb the ranks -- they become closer to the other one. They were the same at one point, but the proof is in the pudding -- and the pudding is the name. Transhuman Arm -- they aren’t human, they are beyond it. Minds made of steel and flesh, bodies much the same -- replaced with more efficient systems than evolution could ever dream of -- their thought processes are also beyond human. Though some could say below it as well. Either way, if you really want the most basic of differences: one has light armor, and one has really heavy armor.
Write a 20-line roleplay example:
OTA.UU-MACE.OWS.539 did not feel the pounding of it’s mechanically modified heart as it dragged itself through a frigid pond, it did not feel the sting of massive gouges placed in it’s lumbar, and it certainly did not feel fear as it approached the large, broken down building it had been sent to investigator. The orders were clear, so crystal clear, as they were broadcast into it’s very mind -- telling it what to do. It had been sent to retrieve the equipment of a downed RAZOR unit that had apparently been ambushed by an anti-citizen team roaming the outlands. It had fought them off, but succumbed to the wounds after reaching this building- 539 was just the one who was ordered to clean it up. He was sent alone because they could spare no other unit, most were currently helping with the assault on a known biotic and anti-citizen stronghold out in the wastes.Command had assumed he would not encounter anything, or anyone, on his journey -- but that was incorrect.
The MACE had narrowly escaped being overrun by a hoard of necrotics as it tarried back to the corpse it was searching for; hence the slight damage to its spine -- though that was nothing that it found too worrying yet. The building was square, and part of it’s upper floors had collapsed in on themselves -- there was a trail of blood, clearly one of the Transhuman Arm’s, leading inwards. One could be able to tell because of how red it was- their blood was purposefully enriched to provide their bodies with more oxygen and to allow a near infinite stamina.
It’s back was slightly bloodstained itself, but that was besides the point- as it pushed open the door with one gloved hand and held up it’s SPAS-12 with the other. Nothing, the building was full of rubble -- and the biosignal lead it to a far corner of the room; the rubble creaking beneath it’s weight. <:: Dispatch. ::> Growled the vocoder in his neck -- transmitting right into the radio frequency. <:: Wait one. ::> Came back the distinctively feminine voice of the A.I. that was Dispatch. <:: Unit identification confirmed, transmit. ::> There was barely even a pause before 539 responded -- beginning to shift rubble from the dead member of it’s kind. <:: Unit has located downed member of Transhuman Arm, do orders stand? ::>
Again, the response by the shackled computer was just as quick, if not quicker than it’s own speech. <:: Orders are standing: locate, retrieve, ripcord. Closing frequency. ::> That was all the confirmation it’s sliced-up brain required -- quickly hefting onto it’s back the dark-matter rifle the unit carried; along with it’s SMG, which was affixed to it’s belt. Once it was said and done, there was only once piece of equipment for recycling that was required to be retrieved before he RTB’d.539 grabbed the forearm of the dead unit- dried blood coating it’s neck and torso- with a great heave of silent exertion, the corpse was put into a fireman’s carry.
The MACE unit felt a great pressure build where it’s wound was, but it paid it no mind -- turning, and beginning to walk from the area. It would be slower, yes, but it had done all that was requested -- time to..-There was the sound of a magnum going off -- something hit 539’s helmet right in the back; the weakest point. It’s spine buckled, and then gave out under the immense weight before the bullet blew out the front of it’s mask -- dropping into a heap on the ground with the other unit still gripped in it’s mechanically-augmented arms. The last thing that was transmitted from the unit was two masked anti-citizens creeping carefully towards it, and arguing over ‘who got to keep the loot.’
A compterized voice rang out over the frequencies of the Outland-UU radio’s <:: Unit 538 deserviced, location transmitted, remaining units contain. ::>
Character backstory (optional): N/A
7 years ago
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[size=300][color=#27ae60]+support[/color][/size]
+support
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
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7 years ago
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A definite [color=#2ecc71]+support [/color]from me. Your RP quality is top notch on the server and the application here reflects this. Hope to see you on the roster soon!
A definite +support from me. Your RP quality is top notch on the server and the application here reflects this. Hope to see you on the roster soon!
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