Post by Azkicker on Aug 7, 2014 20:22:55 GMT
OOC Information
Steam Username:
knifeman6667 (Azkicker)
Steam I.D:
STEAM_0:0:25066621
Playtime On Server (Rough):
A week.
Playtime on HL2RP:
About 1,700 to 1,800 hours.
Why should you be chosen for MPF?:
Because first of all, I wouldn't lie saying I prefer to roleplay being a unit. And also it makes the RP more interesting and I could get it more interesting by bringing my own experience and learn from it aswell. In the past I played as high ranked such as 01's or OfC's and even Divisional.
IC Information
Character Name:
Jason McKellen
Physical Description:
| Tall (About 6'2'')| Straight Posture | Brown Hair | Blue Eyes | Scar On Left Bicep |
Loyalist/Criminal Points:
0 / 0
Why do you want to serve the Union?:
I wish to become a Metropolice unit so I can contribute to the benefactor's image of a perfect world. I was also hoping to join the Metropolice Force to discipline the citizens, loyalize them, and serve the Metropolice Force aswell. My goal, though, is to make this city, City Eighteen a loyalized and Union based center for the world.
Backstory: **Keep in mind that this backstory is related only a few days before and while the war.**
Jason McKellen. Former high-life civilian living it up with everything he could possibly want. Cars, women, money... any man's dream. Sunday morning, he woke up before the sun had even risen to his doors being knocked down, one by one, heavy boots slamming down on the marble floor as the wearers charged through the manor. Jason grabbed the nine millimeter out of his nightstand drawer, loaded it up and got ready to fire. Before he could even aim at the door, it was slammed down to the floor of the hinges. The noise alone startled Jason, causing him to drop the gun. Two masked, armed men aimed sub machine guns at him and told him to get down on the ground. He thought he was being robbed, and fear shot through his mind. He was tied up with rough, thick cable ties and ordered outside. The officer that tied him pulled Jason up by his arm and shoved him towards the door.
As he walked outside, one of the men took a radio off his belt and spoke into it. Out of nowhere, a huge jet propelled lizard-like aircraft swooped in, hovering not too far off the ground. It opened up on the side, and Jason noticed chairs, filled with more tied people. There was one spot just for him. The officer that ordered him outside jammed the butt of his gun into Jason's back, yelling at him to move. He thought about running, but dismissed the death wish quickly. He had no idea what fate awaited him after he boarded the odd aircraft. The hatch closed, shrouding the human cargo in darkness, and cutting off Jason's line of sight to his regular life.
The hatch of the ship opened, but barely any light was carried in. Jason had fallen asleep comfortably for the last time in a long time. He lost all sense of time and location and assumed that he was nowhere safe at a dark hour. Everyone was ordered off the ship by heavier, armored men wielding a weapon nobody on Earth had ever seen before. Once more, Jason was ordered to move, this time on to a cramped, metal box hovering over what appeared to be train tracks. Again, all light was cut off when the doors shut, and everyone standing was jerked to the back of the train as it shot forward at an almost impossible speed. For what seemed like two hours was really just one, the people sat in silence, save for those who were crying in fear and agony from the gunshots they had already taken. Jason couldn't stop looking around, trying to see anything, to no avail.
The small traincar opened, still surrounded by heavily armed human-like masked figures. Everyone was ordered off and to form a line through a gate leading to a hallway with several doors and what seemed like a camera posted over the hall. Suitcases began piling up, untagged and unmarked. The ties were cut and all the now imprisoned citizens were given a boring blue garb that barely fit them. Their pictures were taken, and on top of the clothes was an odd purple-ish bag with some sort of air seal on it. It made a clinking noise when shaken as well as a swishing sound as if liquid and metal were mixed together. Jason got his clothes and his bag and was ordered to move through the hallway, taking the second door on the right. There were cameras and armed men everywhere, except the further he went, they were less armed and only holding short metal batons and wearing leather jackets, leather boots, white masks and a utility belt with a radio on their shoulder. When the train was fully unloaded and all the citizens had their clothes and strange bag, everyone appeared to be in a plaza, wandering aimlessly, whispering quietly out of fear of being shot...
If accepted, you swear undying loyalty to the Union, do you understand?:
Yes.
Steam Username:
knifeman6667 (Azkicker)
Steam I.D:
STEAM_0:0:25066621
Playtime On Server (Rough):
A week.
Playtime on HL2RP:
About 1,700 to 1,800 hours.
Why should you be chosen for MPF?:
Because first of all, I wouldn't lie saying I prefer to roleplay being a unit. And also it makes the RP more interesting and I could get it more interesting by bringing my own experience and learn from it aswell. In the past I played as high ranked such as 01's or OfC's and even Divisional.
IC Information
Character Name:
Jason McKellen
Physical Description:
| Tall (About 6'2'')| Straight Posture | Brown Hair | Blue Eyes | Scar On Left Bicep |
Loyalist/Criminal Points:
0 / 0
Why do you want to serve the Union?:
I wish to become a Metropolice unit so I can contribute to the benefactor's image of a perfect world. I was also hoping to join the Metropolice Force to discipline the citizens, loyalize them, and serve the Metropolice Force aswell. My goal, though, is to make this city, City Eighteen a loyalized and Union based center for the world.
Backstory: **Keep in mind that this backstory is related only a few days before and while the war.**
Jason McKellen. Former high-life civilian living it up with everything he could possibly want. Cars, women, money... any man's dream. Sunday morning, he woke up before the sun had even risen to his doors being knocked down, one by one, heavy boots slamming down on the marble floor as the wearers charged through the manor. Jason grabbed the nine millimeter out of his nightstand drawer, loaded it up and got ready to fire. Before he could even aim at the door, it was slammed down to the floor of the hinges. The noise alone startled Jason, causing him to drop the gun. Two masked, armed men aimed sub machine guns at him and told him to get down on the ground. He thought he was being robbed, and fear shot through his mind. He was tied up with rough, thick cable ties and ordered outside. The officer that tied him pulled Jason up by his arm and shoved him towards the door.
As he walked outside, one of the men took a radio off his belt and spoke into it. Out of nowhere, a huge jet propelled lizard-like aircraft swooped in, hovering not too far off the ground. It opened up on the side, and Jason noticed chairs, filled with more tied people. There was one spot just for him. The officer that ordered him outside jammed the butt of his gun into Jason's back, yelling at him to move. He thought about running, but dismissed the death wish quickly. He had no idea what fate awaited him after he boarded the odd aircraft. The hatch closed, shrouding the human cargo in darkness, and cutting off Jason's line of sight to his regular life.
The hatch of the ship opened, but barely any light was carried in. Jason had fallen asleep comfortably for the last time in a long time. He lost all sense of time and location and assumed that he was nowhere safe at a dark hour. Everyone was ordered off the ship by heavier, armored men wielding a weapon nobody on Earth had ever seen before. Once more, Jason was ordered to move, this time on to a cramped, metal box hovering over what appeared to be train tracks. Again, all light was cut off when the doors shut, and everyone standing was jerked to the back of the train as it shot forward at an almost impossible speed. For what seemed like two hours was really just one, the people sat in silence, save for those who were crying in fear and agony from the gunshots they had already taken. Jason couldn't stop looking around, trying to see anything, to no avail.
The small traincar opened, still surrounded by heavily armed human-like masked figures. Everyone was ordered off and to form a line through a gate leading to a hallway with several doors and what seemed like a camera posted over the hall. Suitcases began piling up, untagged and unmarked. The ties were cut and all the now imprisoned citizens were given a boring blue garb that barely fit them. Their pictures were taken, and on top of the clothes was an odd purple-ish bag with some sort of air seal on it. It made a clinking noise when shaken as well as a swishing sound as if liquid and metal were mixed together. Jason got his clothes and his bag and was ordered to move through the hallway, taking the second door on the right. There were cameras and armed men everywhere, except the further he went, they were less armed and only holding short metal batons and wearing leather jackets, leather boots, white masks and a utility belt with a radio on their shoulder. When the train was fully unloaded and all the citizens had their clothes and strange bag, everyone appeared to be in a plaza, wandering aimlessly, whispering quietly out of fear of being shot...
If accepted, you swear undying loyalty to the Union, do you understand?:
Yes.