[EVENT] INSULA - A Black Mesa Story

[Omega]

72 Hours Remain

The year is 2004, three years after the disastrous events of the Resonance Cascade. Three years since the appearance of Sha Niyoltsoh, the first portal storm that began rapidly changing the world. Now, because of the events of the Resonance Cascade and the failed cover-up that followed, Black Mesa is made to isolate itself even further on a set of islands in the Caribbean, these islands being connected via a cave system beneath them. A system that seemingly had Xenian Flora appear within it with no outside forces. Now, researching this “Xen Leak,” the scientists left are all working towards one goal: The total annihilation of Xen and anything from it. Not just for the sake of America… but for the sake of the world.

Because of the highly volatile times they live in, military personnel have been permitted to be stationed with the Scientists, ready to protect them from any portal storm incursions, and whatever unexpected horrors may come from them. Day-by-day, as the world's governments are strained more and more by the storms, the United States dealing with the collapse of Yellowstone and the fracturing of the West Coast, people begin to question their loyalties… or just rumormonger out of paranoia. Some say there are spies amongst the scientists there to sell information to some foreign government, or worse… to Aperture.

Today, ten new employees welcome themselves to Black Mesa Insula, going through all the necessary processes of vetting. Still though, paranoia and tensions are high, especially since the Boston Revolt. What will be the fate of the Insula Facilities? What is the source of these Xen Leaks? What will be the fate of your team? What will happen with your research? What will be the fate of you?

Only in Insula will you find the truth.​

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Within the Facility, there are (10/34) personnel working in various roles. These include:


Scientists (2/14) - Attempting To Find A “Cure” For Xenian Overgrowth.


Security (5/6) - Trying To Keep The Scientists Safe, Mainly a Watchful Eye To Report Things To The Military.


Maintenance (3/6) - Janitors, Engineers, Cooks, Etc., All Trying To Keep The Facility Running.


Military (5/6) - Marines and Navy, Assigned To Protect The Scientists And Security, Providing Firepower They Usually Can’t.
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OOC INFO:
The Event is set to run from November 13th to November 15th. There is a possibility for the Event to end early, however there are several avenues for the players to navigate through. Sometimes, however, things are out of your control...


SIGN-UPS
Your chances of being accepted go up the more thought goes into your application, if you have any questions about what to do, don’t be afraid to message me on the forums or over Discord (agemorb). If you sign up for the Military, be either Navy or the Marines. If 10 people don’t sign up to be a ‘newcomer’, then I shall randomly assign y’all. Don’t know if you can do something? Ask! I love to see people think outside the box.

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name:
*Steam ID:
*Discord Name & ID:

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name:
*Character Role:
*Brief summary of the character:
*Why do you want to play this character?:
Full Backstory:

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself:
Are you new to Willard Networks?:
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?:
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?:

 

[MCG]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:33130062
*Discord Name & ID: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555

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*Character Name: Edward Almeida
*Character Role: Security
*Brief summary of the character: A realist with a renewed sense of passion, knowing that his duty is to protect the people that are trying to save the world. At least, this crew seems to be making more progress on that than anyone else on the planet. Just about qualified for the job.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I keep joining Short Stories events where the Security guys aren't the best at roleplaying. I hope to change that. Besides, it's MY turn to give this kind of role a shot.
Full Backstory: A man disconnected from the events of the world, he has been committed to his duty in preserving humanity's last hope. Ever since the Resonance Cascade shook the world to its core, contact outside of the relevant facilities has been prohibited, preventing him from reconnecting with his family or old friends. Ed could only get bits and pieces of the morning news whenever the signals from the outside world were stable enough to transmit to their facilities.

To distract himself from the potential devastating news waiting for him, even years after the fact, he has become somewhat irritable at times, refusing to let his fellow colleagues slack around too much. He did not want to risk the end of the world on someone not being at the right station at the right time. Ed was not nearly as smart as these scientists, but he held onto a glimmer of hope, that they were smart enough to retain the responsibility bestowed upon them and fix what has gone so very, very wrong.

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: I'm old. Save me from the nothing I've become.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: Not really.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: Probably.
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: The character interactions. The scientist/guard dialogue in HL1 and that of the citizens in HL2 is some of my favorites of any game with incidental characters.

 

[Sin]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: Sin
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:40760872
*Discord Name & ID: Sin

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Gunnery Sergeant Duane Mayfield
*Character Role: Military - Marine Corps
*Brief summary of the character: Mayfield is a grizzled veteran of the Corps; he's given almost 20 years of his life to it, and if he has his way he'll give another 20 more. Although tending towards sternness and somewhat aloof, he is not a man incapable of camaraderie; after all, he's fiercely loyal to his fellow Marines and is a devoted husband and father.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I typically play characters that are more intellectual, science-y or medical types. For a change of pace, I'd like to play a dumb meathead whose only job is to hit things really hard with a big stick.

*Full Backstory:

Born in Bismarck, North Dakota, Duane grew up in a household that financially struggled thanks to the city's growing urbanization. As a youth, he helped tend the family store, although it took everything his family had just to keep it afloat.. Seeking a different life for himself (and to follow in the footsteps of his own father), he enlisted in the Marine Corps in 1982. Training as a machine gunner, he demonstrated an ambitious and mission-first mindset that saw him noticed by his commanders and began to rise through the ranks of the Corps.

By the time of Desert Storm in 1993, he was a Staff Sergeant in a weapons platoon with the 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines. He served there with distinction, although it marked his last combat deployment until the Resonance Cascade. When the world shook from the events at Black Mesa, he found himself relegated to a series of postings combating the encroachment of parasitic Xen growths and alien entities. His posting at the Insula facility came as an unexpected surprise. While he is not fond of being so far away from the immediate action, he recognizes the need for the work... and the importance of trying to end the ongoing crisis at all costs.

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: I've been playing HL2RP since Tacoscript. Help.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: I am not new to Willard.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: I would certainly hope so; I've been around for a while!
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: In all honesty, just how bleak humanity's situation is in Half-Life. The idea of humanity being so universally smashed down and resisting in spite of that fact has always appealed to me.

 

[talbnew400]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: talbnew400
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:691750999
*Discord Name & ID: talbnew400 | 826039101580378115

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*Character Name: Marcus Vance
*Character Role: Infantry Corporal / Marine

*Brief summary of the character:
A Regular Marine soldier just like everyone else, Dirty from all the deployment and worried about the danger but shows no emotion as he stands his post to protect Scientist and workers.

*Why do you want to play this character?:
Because I don't really feel like playing as any other characters i just want to play something that i chose rarely.

Full Backstory:
Marcus Vance, born in 1979 now aged at 24. Long ago his childhood was just like every kid, kindergarten to elementary he showed him self as a good student until high school. He lost motivation during that time leading his great downfall on education and grades from 9th grade to 12th. Marcus parent weren't happy but at that time Marcus chose to drop out, wanting to serve in the marine as the school shows no purpose to him.

After the graduation in the marine corps Marcus was given his first permanent duty station at Camp Lejeune North carolina 2 years before the incident. Marcus showed his performance climbing his rank until Corporal infatry unit.


It was that time that the Resonade cascade happened, during those time Marcus was sitting at the break room when a news showed up, Marcus looked at the news with a surprised look probably scared as he never fought in a real battle before. His officer gave the order to prepare for deployment towards the city that is reportedly under attack by Xenian monsters


Marcus was deploy along his fellow marines by his side at a hospital, stationary to protect the medics from any hostiles, standing there waiting for a extraction to arrive after a hard battle against the Xenians.



During those times Marcus squad leader calls in extraction, the hostile presence are low as zombies can be seen around the hospital, calm until a disaster hits, the ground began shaking and screams of echoes can be heard, Marcus and his fellow marines raised their weapons in prepare for any contact while their Squad leader is still on the radio with his side arm equipped. Suddenly two portal appeared Infront of the building, releasing horde of hostiles as they attack the marines. Marcus and his marines responded with firepower, defending them self and the civilians.

Two of the marines have been killed by the Xenian leaving the remaining defending them selfs desperately until a wind of helicopters arrived, shooting down the Xenian with missiles as the remaining Xenian retreated with Military reinforcement coming in from the main road. The Remaining's in the hospital were successfully rescued, transported to the nearest emergency base.

"Five hours ago, i was terrified because i'd never seen a real battle. Now, after watching half my squad get torn apart, i don't feel anything at all. Just tell me where to point the rifle..."

5 Hours later Marcus is now at the base waiting for a assignment when a high ranking officer arrived, handing out a new assignment to Marcus and his new fellow soldiers to a location that is highly unknow to him.

 

[tylr.e]

Section One
Steam Name: tyler
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:65172107
Discord Name & ID: tylr.e | 226107817751216128

Section Two
Character Name: Kievan Newman
Character Role: Maintenance
Brief summary of the character: A regular joe, he just happens to be quite qualified when it comes to his mechanical know-how... likely why he was transferred and 'forced' to this remote location. We wouldn't want the facility falling apart when we're trying to save the world, would we?
Why do you want to play this character?: Because the concept of the story seems very interesting, I wish to partake and I typically play engineer/worker-type characters. I am a mechanic IRL, so I happen to have a liking for the technical and maintenance side of life.
Full Backstory: A city boy born and raised, Kievan decided at a young age he'd want to work with his hands. Living in Washington D.C., there's plenty of trades he could've gone, ultimately settling on being a Building Engineer. This trade consists of maintaining and organizing the maintenance of large buildings- typically offices. His location and excellence at his career lead him to eventually apply for a government job, wishing for better benefits and pay. Now being a government contractor for about five years now, he's the definition of 'go-with-the-flow.' This mindset does not lead him to be relaxed and care-free, though, as his job often leads him to be stressed about the state of the buildings under his care.

Section Three
Tell us about yourself: No. hi, i'm tyler. i like cars.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: No.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: Yes.
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: I hate Half Life.

-hprb

 

[StruckEagle803]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: Charlie Eagle
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:454514913
*Discord Name & ID: struckeagle803

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*Character Name: Cole Whitlock

*Character Role: Military (Navy)
*Brief summary of the character: What was once a man with no options left, has turned his life around for the better believing he is truly serving, what he believes, is a life dedicated to helping others in times of tribulation. Intent on serving his time, for his country and for a better future he understands the sacrifices that will have to happen, including the time dedicated for the scientists to succeed.

*Why do you want to play this character?: Its been a long time since I've had the opportunity to be in a serious roleplay group where I can be in a medical position, I've yet to experience a more militarist side of Willard, I've only really dabbled in being a civilian at most. So I feel this would be the best of both worlds.

Full Backstory: A former addict, Whitlock was at rock bottom. With no other options, or prospects, whilst wandering the streets he conversed with a recruitment officer for the United States Navy. Eight gruelling months of recovery and training to have his waiver even be remotely considered. A small spark was set that would ignite into a feverous and ardent career as a Hospital Corpsman, serving in any way he could, little or large.

The Resonance Cascade was a shock, Cole was 22 years old and beginning his boot camp, pushing his life back on track. He felt fear, loss of control, in a time he felt like he was losing grip of reality, worse, his mind and body.

In honesty, he is entirely ignorant to the tunnel vision of his ways, and makes no effort towards reconnecting with lost or shunned friends or family, even if he could with his current situation. He fears the itch of addiction returning, and sinks all his time and effort into his work. But on the surface, his rose tinted glasses on life and the future can seem oblivious, irritating, and to the few... Inspiring. The situation is dire. But maybe, just maybe Cole will be able to push one bit further.


--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: I love Willard. Like... I really really love Willard, like romantically. I'm Willardphillic. My name Eagle. And I enjoy medical.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: No
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: Yes, you sadly
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: I don't like Half Life. HPRB for life.

 

[The Sniper]

--- Section One ---

*Steam Name: The Sniper

*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:6533079

*Discord Name & ID: Kaisler#3325

--- Section Two ---

*Character Name: Walter E. Sherman

*Character Role: Military - Lt. Colonel, leading Officer of the Marine Presence in Black Mesa

*Brief summary of the character: A former veteran of the Gulf War, educated at West Point. Grizzled during the Battle of Khafji and the subsequent portal storms that engulfed the United States.

*Why do you want to play this character?: To give a neutral military-esque role to the military presence in the lab

Full Backstory:

Born into a military family in Virginia, Walter E. Sherman pursued a career in the armed forces from an early age. A graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point, Sherman subsequently pursued a commission in the United States Marine Corps, where he gradually rose through the officer ranks.

His military career was defined by his service during the Gulf War, particularly the Battle of Khafji in 1991, where he witnessed the brutal realities of conventional warfare. The experience left him a hardened, pragmatic officer, respected for his discipline, composure, and willingness to make difficult decisions under pressure.

In the years following the war, Sherman continued his service, eventually attaining the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. With the emergence of increasingly inexplicable phenomena and reports of portal storms across the United States, he was reassigned to oversee the Marine contingent stationed at the Black Mesa Research Facility.

Although largely unfamiliar with the scientific nature of the facility's operations, Sherman considers his responsibilities straightforward: maintain military discipline, safeguard personnel, and ensure the security of the installation.

Above all, Sherman remains a soldier of the old school, loyal to his country, his command, and the Marines serving beneath him.

 

[Czesui]

Section One​

Steam Name: Czesui
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:101824666
Discord Name & ID: Czesui | 484030142381817856​

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Section Two​

Character Name: Ignacio Hernandez
Character Role: United States Navy, petty officer third class, trained in electrical tech (Military)
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Brief summary of the character​

A nerd more so than a fighter, someone who would rather sit behind a computer in the safety of a CIC room rather than be the one storming the beaches with a rifle in hand. Unlucky for him, you can’t always get what you like in life.
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Why do you want to play this character?​

I want to try the event since the concept and the story of it looks interesting, but also don’t wish to be in the “spotlight” of things, I rather let the others have that honor. A side role with a story of its own is kind of what I’m after. Also I wish to play something else other than a “dumb grunt who goes pew pew”, a supportive role which would diversify the “squad” a bit.
​

Full Backstory​

An unlucky guy who got himself into a mess of a situation (mostly) through his own dumb decisions. Born and raised in Philly, always causing trouble. At least compared to his older brother who was always the example of what should be done, to the point where it was just annoying. In reality all he ever did was that he mostly stuck to comic books, video games and of course the, oh so great, world wide web.

Obviously that fact did little to help him in life and his parents weren’t the most helpful either, go figure. Constant complaining, constant nagging. “College, a degree, that’s how you get well in life, not through those dumb internet forums and computer games. Become a doctor or an engineer like your brother! Oh mijo, you are making it hard on us, you can’t keep living with us.”.

So he did. Well, kind of. Turns out that college is expensive, especially when you don’t even have a day job. But worry not kid, Uncle Sam has your back! Just sign this little paper and after a few years the taxpayers will gladly pay for your education. Danger? Minimal at best! “It’s a sin to miss out on such a great deal, just sign it.”.

So he did. Well, kind of. Turns out that college is hard to attend when the world is exploding and the navy "voluntarily" extends your contract. “Matter of national security, kid. We all got a duty to fulfill. We are short on people as is. You won’t back out now, right? Non sibi sed patriae, you know what that means? Not for self but for country. It’s just a couple of weeks, just sign the form.”.

Up until now he mostly sat his ass somewhere in the destroyer, safe from whatever the hell was going on outside. God bless the tomahawks, am I right? And sure, sometimes he did firing drills, when they told him to anyway. Mostly though? He just stared at a computer screen for hours, drank coffee, fixed a thing or two when he had to. Not that he ever complained, it was a cozy enough job, if you ignore the ship bouncing around in the waves and the alarms blaring from time to time.

But now they expect him to go God knows where to do who knows what just because they say so? “Oh it won’t even be dangerous, it’s normal to be shifted around posts, especially in times like these.”.

So he did…​

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[RattyRat]

All of it.

 

[melodicwaste]

Spoiler: THE TANIC SINKS IN PANIC!

LE CAPITAINE
LORENZO DI BUONAPARTE
(Lord, lord, lord!)​

As long as I've ever begun to think, I've wished to be in the Marines; to storm, board and conquer is my lifeblood. I was named after the one of the great conquerors of Europe; one which his men worshipped the very ground he walked on, one who didn't suffer a single defeat until the Hundred Days, a great man who I wouldn't even be fit to polish the boots of. Whenever I saw the boats come across the glistening blue horizon of CORSICA, I swore to myself that I once could be such a man, such a man worthy of being called NAPOLEONE IV...

But it was all a boyish farce.
What it seems to me -- from the moment of my birth -- the women surrounding me were naturally repelled by me. I repeatedly tried for my own JOSEPHINE but nobody was fit to complete me, in-turn I resented and hated the men & women around me, isolated by my peers whilst they gawked and gossiped behind my back. I came to a realization, then, that no matter how smart you are or how lacklustre your academic performance is... it is charisma that coasts you through life. I tried overbearingly to imitate the gentleman of old repelling the new-age men & women around me; a realization that only came to me after I had thoroughly sodomized any chances of love or friendship. It was the life of a fool you'd read about in a play! Oh, a man so focused on his vanity that he neglects the people around himself, how hilarious is that? A fool. ...that was all I was, yet this realization only came after one wiser: you must guide the people like how you guide sheep, directing and charming them all alike. That is how he guided his people, and how I should guide mine.

Although, I doubt there are any 'real' people on earth; save for a select few I've opted to call 'wolves'. The sheep are murdered by the wolves, yet the sheep trust in the wolves guidance and follow them blindly into their own death. My life in school taught me that I was a wolf; yet one that had a self-imposed chain around it's neck. From that day, I vowed that I would spend every single moment forward onto unshackling myself and feasting upon the sheep who previously mocked me. ...I had been working on unshackling myself as I went into my military service. My degree was what officer should have, yet I struggled through every lesson-- I suppose it was all something to dumb me down into being just another animal, being herded by the real wolves, but I resisted. It was then where I met my AGATHA.

Oh, how could I put it into words? Her precious smooth skin, the tint of her eyes, her very figure! ...I was entranced by this seductress. I spent weeks lingering on the right words to speak to her, but when I did? She was a wolf for certain; how kind she was, how I sat through her talking about all the things I didn't care for, how she thought I'd care about her day. I even envied how much charisma she had, how attractive she was; all of the things I wasn't. She possessed all the advantages of the opposite sex; the perfect attractor, whomst I had been drawn to from the very moment I saw her. She was my JOSEPHINE. ...I wondered what it'd be like to wear her skin for a day. What could I do in her skin? I wanted to slice her pretty flesh apart, dig into her heart and wear her very soul. Our love was a tantalizing prospect in an lifetime spent waking, learning and sleeping; but it was never built to last. Nothing in my life was ever as precious as AGATHA, I longed for her in my every waking moment; she had cut open my pale & pockmarked skin, torn into my grotesque flesh and wrapped her hands around my vile heart and sickening brain until I could no longer stand a day without her by my side! That was the PERFECT WOLF.

YET, it distracted me from my true path as a warrior and conqueror. I admit for a few moments in my lifetime, I contemplated quitting the service entirely to live an idealized life, to possess a wife and children was a prospect I had never been offered before; but it was merely a prospect to distract me from my destined fate, a choice that I was imagining. It wouldn't happen, it couldn't happen; not to me, not anybody who's true path was to scare, pillage and rule. A life fit for a sheep, maybe. ...But, did NAPOLEONE toss away his fate to live such a life with his wife? No. He commanded and conquered until the entirety of EUROPE revered his & his wife's name. And so will I, with enough time. ...Around the time I had graduated from my officer training and was being commissioned as a Lieutenant, I let be birthed my own handicap-- a daughter. AGATHA promised me a son and I believed her, yet I was scorned once-more by fate. There was no son to carry on my name, only something fit to be married off-- to be attached to somebody else. What kind of conqueror takes somebody else's name?

An UNWANTED ugly little babe. But, ...no. I had to be scorned by fate twice; to punish me for being caught in another wolf's trap, herded like the sheep I was in my past. The wolf who chained me... had to DIE. The babe tore through her perfect skin, her tasteful flesh; and killed her. The handicap had taken away my own JOSEPHINE, this putrid ugly vile creature had killed my flesh, heart, brain and blood. Not only had she scorned my heart, she scorned my career in her selfish birth aswell. I had to carry this burden for sixteen more years? Preposterous. I wouldn't say a word to this babe, I wouldn't even give it the time of day. That was my payback for her sin, her murder.

I dedicated myself to my career in the meantime, obsessing myself with the tactics of the old and new. ...I'd become the perfect general before I was ever exiled to Elba, for I had all the time in the world now that she was gone. I no longer had to listen, to speak to her as an equal; as two wolves should. No, I only had sheep -- sheep to order, command and feast on, -- for I have never seen another wolf since. It was easy playing myself up to my generals, charming my superior officers and making my men adore me. For my effort, I was redirected to a Francophone joint-military base somewhere near New Orleans. ...It was a terrible place to live, and it was made all-the-worse by having to drag that babe with me; she could speak now, puppeteering my wife's voice however infantile. Every time she spoke, she became more of an obvious burden. I had to delegate her to a role as my 'squire' until she'd be old enough that I could cut all ties with her, that speaking weight chained to my ankle. She memorized what I liked to drink, however. ...it was nice. It was quaint to come home after a while and see her bring me a beverage or something to eat, preferably a drink in that case; the way she cooked was putrid.

What was she?... nine, ten years old, when it happened?... It had to be 2001, or maybe 2002 by the time it happened; I remember the date in the news. I had been stationed at that place for a while when it finally happened; the date something even bigger than wolf came to conquer. It swept across the earth as fast as it possibly could, deploying shock troopers out of thin-air to obliterate every piece of civilian and military infrastructure. It was glorious in a way, how quickly we scrambled to fight back. How rattled was I then? It all seems distant to me now. I had to be something above Captain then, wouldn't I? It was MAJOR BOUNAPARTE, then COLONEL, then nothing at all for a while. I coordinated the defence of New Orleans with a few other surviving officers and generals, delegating myself to the leader of the room. How my ego suffered as those things annihilated a thousand years of human strategy and planning, it was amazing, amazing! How I longed to be on the other side of that battle. ...but after a day or two, they quickly started to dissipate. Perhaps it was the nuclear strike at Black Mesa, or one of the numerous barrages we sent into their hives, but they came in fewer and fewer numbers until it was a few struggling soldiers against the united force of a hundred armies; I tore them apart like a knife through warm butter. Soon enough, I was commended for my defence of the country against such a threat. Such military decadence, a hundred medals and a million titles. ...I longed for such vanity from the moment I came out of my mother's womb, yet when it was given to me? I felt conceited. Why not against a human threat? Why did I wait so long for so little, why am I helping out the military of a foreign power who caused this mess in the first place?... I wasn't conquering or feasting, I was merely herding.

Herded I did, and for so long that I forgot what happened in my very own neighbourhood. When the vultures cried on the dawn of New Orleans, none were left alive. That babe had killed herself, refusing to leave without her father. A stubbornness that led her to her own grave. ...I suppose I was meant to feel something, or I had repressed my sheepish nature for so long that I had fully morphed into a wolf, that I inevitably alienated my own comrades. They gawked at me once-more, telling tales of the 'monster who did not weep at his own bastard's death', a 'sociopath' or somebody 'unfit to command in his current state'. It was untenable to go on without some sort of circus, and I was putting in my file for military leave for 'mourning' -- a joke, there was nothing even to mourn. -- when I got my order to relocate to the very retarded 'yanks who indirectly killed the sheep attached to me, who murdered the last wolf I ever saw.

Perhaps it was out of some sort of gratitude to Black Mesa's vengeance that I took the assignment. It was a demotion and a downgrade in status; commanding a detachment of backwater marines and navymen. They'd probably keep me there as a dead-end for my career, or something akin to that. ...I never heard from the officers I had charmed again, too busy with Boston or the East Coast. But I knew that a true wolf would carve out it's own path in this anarchy, no matter where it may be.
And this dingy suffocating laboratory. ...this, is where I'll create my EMPIRE.​

...
......
A tale from a prettier time, who's to say if she still lived when it was sent?
It matters not, now.

Spoiler: History repeats itself; the first as tragedy, the second as farce.

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: ChuddyKirk10.Cuteᴬᴿᴹʸ☺
*Steam ID: STEAM_1:1:508587632
*Discord Name & ID: goddessgardena/melodicwaste & 822988004925636640

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Lorzeno di Bounaparte
*Character Role: Commander of the joint Marine-Navy detachment at Black Mesa Insula
*Brief summary of the character: An austere francophone in a world filled with those who deems lesser, who takes and takes until there is nothing left to be taken.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I like playing characters that are morally bankrupt.

​

 

[nora]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: nora
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:216239824
*Discord Name & ID: _.nor

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Alden Chaney
*Character Role: Scientist
*Brief summary of the character: A seemingly timid and normal researcher with ideological convictions and demons of his own to hide.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I like the idea of the event. Everybody and their mother is signing up to be military but I think that scientists have more going for them.


1955 - 1970

Alden Chaney is born as the second son of two German immigrants, albeit he is baptized with the name of an American. His upbringing is nothing exceptional, with the shadow of the Cold War looming over his head with every passing day. Like many boys of his age, he falls under the jingoistic propaganda of the United States.

1971 - 1976

Following his parents' advice and personal ambitions, he goes down the path of scientific studies. After a dragged period of struggle and a gap year, he opts to go into the field of biology. His skills are average in comparison to his peers, but his insistence and stubbornness makes him stand out as a solid student and a reliable future worker.

1977 - 1996

Rising star of Pennsylvania's scientific scene. Hopping from one institute to another, each more prestigious than the last, and forming the proper connections with those of similar mind and passion. Rising career cut short after an incident in '96 where he engaged in a fist fight with a fellow coworker. Initially suspended and then fired. Easygoing and reliable reputation shattered and replaced by a reputation of belligerence and arrogance.

1996 - 2002

Unemployed. Barely living by

2002 - Now

Hired by the lump Black Mesa amid shortage of professionals. Barely passed the interview, only taken in on account of the aforementioned shortage and that barely anyone wants to stain their name working for Black Mesa after the Cascade. Tolerated but not loved or respected.


--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: im nora
Are you new to Willard Networks?: im nora
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: im nora
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: toysssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

 

[ashley]

Section One
Steam Name: ashley
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:42606324
Discord Name & ID: vampireoutcast

Section Two
Character Name: Elias Chaney
Character Role: Scientist
Brief summary of the character: Deadbeat brother of Alden Chaney. Brought into the scientific field, thanks to the copious amount of blackmail he held over his own employed brother. Indulges in their drinking vice far too much. Vile excuse of a human being with fervent ideological convictions of their own.
Why do you want to play this character?: Hype moments and aura. I think it'd be fun to dabble in the scientifical part of HL2RP lore awhole.
Full Backstory:

Elias Chaney. Born as the first son to two German immigrants in the United States of America. Childhood spent preying on the weak, exceeding far past his adolescence -- no thanks to his upbringing.

No formal qualifications. No particular hand to guide him, ever. Spiteful person overall from how much he was neglected as a child, when put side-by-side with his brother.

Years, and years spent drinking, lying, fighting -- only to crawl himself out from the metaphorical grave he had dug for himself.

Abhors his own relative employed now by Black Mesa; be it out of jealousy for their stunts in '77 or for the neglect offered to himself in his days of youth. Copious amounts of blackmail against him.

Now employed as an official scientist. Position secured through nepotism alone. Multiple calls made, plethora of connections of his own to waive said vetting procedures.

Why did he apply? Spite? Jealousy? Hatred? Malice?

Or perhaps it was a spark lit anew, genuinely trying to put himself back on the right track.

Whatever the reason may be, one thing was for certain. The fact that this one colossal fuck-up of a human being was employed in a now formal position of Black Mesa themselves.


Section Three (Optional)
Tell us about yourself: ilkesdfkidjvjnxcnjhbdsfigbjxcvz,,..,,,,,,, O_OOOOOO
Are you new to Willard Networks?: no
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: yes
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: roleplay

 

[Guga]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: Gugu

*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:500925448

*Discord Name & ID: htffv78t_53602 , 1401169676561813524

--- Section Two ---

*Character Name:

Bobby Packer

*Character Role:

Security

*Brief summary of the character:

A middle aged, apathetic man. Tired with unkept hair.
Doesn't care that much for the things around him, calm most of the time.

*Why do you want to play this character?:

Because I want to fill in a role i like in games.
And it fits the character I want to play.

Full Backstory:

Born into a poor family in United States.
Allthough, he had struggle with learning, he pulled through school.
It took few years after he graduated to earn enough money for collage.
He decided to attend police academy half way across the country.
He pulled through and passed the final exams.
Soon he was accepted to the local police department, where he worked
for 6 years untill he was fired after crashing a cruiser.
He managed to pull himself from the chaos of the events around him.
He decided to apply into some security work in a research facility.
Since there was nothing better to do.

Section Three (Optional)
Tell us about yourself: my namess eeeff
Are you new to Willard Networks?: no
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: yes
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: evil aliens

 

[Dej]

// Section One //​

*Steam Name: Dej
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:68827315
*Discord Name & ID: Dej (shockyc)

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// Section Two //​

*Character Name: Anthony Roosevelt
*Character Role: Security [Private Military Contractor]
*Brief summary of the character: A veteran working for a Private Military Company, with his services being outsourced to Black Mesa Security in the embers of a dying world.
*Why do you want to play this character?: Security, military was oversaturated and I thought I'd bring on a unique perspective to the generic security roles, that being veteran PMCs in employ rather than just mall security.

---

Full Backstory:

Things aren't always the best case for everyone. Someone wins a lottery ticket here, someone gets drafted there. Fate's a fickle thing

Anthony Roosevelt, a Canadian born in Vancouver, British Columbia. Grew up with a rather generic life with two middle-class parents and no siblings to show for it. And unfortunately, dull lives tend to cause people to go seeking out excitement. Fresh out of his tertiary education, he goes straight for the recruiter's office with his parent's reluctant but tacit approval.


Enter the
1 CANADIAN MECHANIZED BRIGADE GROUP

Assigned to 1 CMBG as a Mechanized Infantryman, then respec'd to a Coyote AFV crewman, Roosevelt had a relatively colourful, but internationally uneventful career as an enlisted personnel. He was subsequently reassigned a the sub-unit under 1 CMBG:


Reassigned as part of the
LORD STRATHCONA'S HORSE REGIMENT
Roosevelt was assigned as the designated gunner to the Coyote Armoured Fighting Vehicle under 2 ARMD RECON SQUADRON. His entire career as stated before was largely uneventful, as was the Canadian Military in this day and age, unlimited exercises, endless training, none of the action that he sought out, and as he made the rank of Sergeant, a peculiar opportunity caught his eyes during one of the exercises. A Private Military Company was under contract to act as an OPFOR unit during an exercise, and their name was





MANTICORE SECURITY TASK FORCE

The company itself wasn't as big or famous as other big names like BLACKWATER, though they were reputable enough and as such, received many contracts in the employ of National Defense, namely for the Canadian Department for National Defense, and the United States Department of Defense. They're status as private contractors meant that they often both had both unique and restrictive means of operations and equipment.

Naturally they didn't have access to heavy weapons like tanks or gunships, but their non-uniform nature meant that more unique equipment found its way into their hands.


For once in his life, Roosevelt found himself having proper fun, and on top of this, he was getting paid in the big leagues, at least compared to his prior employment. And over the course of the next few years, he'd find himself working for various differing clients, most of which were the Canadian DND and US DOD.

Of course, good things never last.


The Black Mesa incident ruined practically everything for him, as did it ruin the lives of millions of others. Manticore Security quickly found themselves and plenty of others being hired on emergency grounds as the military began to fray at the seams, over-extending themselves to contain threats that seemingly popped up everywhere. Though there was one particular client that seemed to be particularly desperate for assistance, that being the now-infamous Black Mesa Corporation.

Roosevelt didn't complain when he was chosen, he knew they were stretched thin as it was and perhaps it was a nice change of scenery compared to the devastated United States. So as he boarded the ferry boat with his equipment, he looked back at the burning Land of the Free...and he shrugged.​

 

[joe moter]

Salutatorian of Bernallilo Public High School.
Smart man, what a lot of people said. Excelled in mathematics, especially.
Business Administration. Financial.
Bright future ahead of him, would definitely get a job for a large firm.
The man was going to make a stupid mistake, this time around.
He had already planned to do something stupid, however.


ALLEN MADOFF
JANITORIAL STAFF




A crisp application comes out of a mangled printer:
​

Spoiler: Stuff

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: joemoter
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:553161374
*Discord Name & ID: Joe Moter, 402823989552218113

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Allen Madoff
*Character Role: Janitor
*Brief summary of the character: UNM graduate who needs quick cash. Whopping $20 an hour for janitorial work.
*Why do you want to play this character?: Too much good in the world, especially with this event.
Full Backstory: Look up.

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: You know all about me.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: Two years new.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: You and most the server.
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: Adaptation.

 

[oxcymoron]

--- Section One ---
Steam Name: uwu
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:67630575
Discord Name & ID: remielle0542

--- Section Two ---
Character Name: Garry Hilgums
Character Role: Security
Brief summary of the character: As his backstory might suggest - he's a waste of a man, somehow having ogled his way into a security position, to the detriment of all around him. Sure, he'll act alright during times of low stress, shooting the shit, socializing, but the second things hit the fan... well, he's about the most unqualified man to be at your side.
Why do you want to play this character?: Because I enjoy playing incompetent characters, and in a pre-Invasion event especially, it's the best time to reflect just a (somewhat) normal guy through it all.
Full Backstory:

Garry's been on the job for about as long as he can remember now. Well, certainly since he ended up fluking out of the police academy, but it's hardly his fault that the Sergeant had it out for him. Petty bastard he was, in near enough every way - badgering an honest man, trying to make a living, saying he was unfit, trying to say that he was too mentally unsound to be protecting the common folk, and his physicals were terrible.

Well, fuck him. The academy wasn't good enough for a man like Garry in the first place.

Private security. Granted, details were sketchy at first, something about a research institution, classified information, but it paid well than the academy ever did, so who really gave a damn? What's the point in getting a job if you aren't paid well for it anyway?

Monday to Friday, exactly on time, Garry found himself behind his desk, buzzing scientists through that dull security checkpoint. The donuts were good, the banter was alright, and even on occasion, there was some huzz for him to gawk at. There was even talk he was getting a promotion to some leading role soon!

What else did a man need?​

 

[melodicwaste]

--- Section One ---
Steam Name: uwu
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:67630575
Discord Name & ID: remielle0542

--- Section Two ---
Character Name: Garry Hilgums
Character Role: Security
Brief summary of the character: As his backstory might suggest - he's a waste of a man, somehow having ogled his way into a security position, to the detriment of all around him. Sure, he'll act alright during times of low stress, shooting the shit, socializing, but the second things hit the fan... well, he's about the most unqualified man to be at your side.
Why do you want to play this character?: Because I enjoy playing incompetent characters, and in a pre-Invasion event especially, it's the best time to reflect just a (somewhat) normal guy through it all.
Full Backstory:

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Garry's been on the job for about as long as he can remember now. Well, certainly since he ended up fluking out of the police academy, but it's hardly his fault that the Sergeant had it out for him. Petty bastard he was, in near enough every way - badgering an honest man, trying to make a living, saying he was unfit, trying to say that he was too mentally unsound to be protecting the common folk, and his physicals were terrible.

Well, fuck him. The academy wasn't good enough for a man like Garry in the first place.

Private security. Granted, details were sketchy at first, something about a research institution, classified information, but it paid well than the academy ever did, so who really gave a damn? What's the point in getting a job if you aren't paid well for it anyway?

Monday to Friday, exactly on time, Garry found himself behind his desk, buzzing scientists through that dull security checkpoint. The donuts were good, the banter was alright, and even on occasion, there was some huzz for him to gawk at. There was even talk he was getting a promotion to some leading role soon!

What else did a man need?​

 

[bonk atomic scout]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: bonk atomic scout
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:171723757
*Discord Name & ID: supreme sandvich, 1356757033386250442

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Logan Smith
*Character Role: Security
*Brief summary of the character: A young adult who is slightly pale, he seems a bit scared ever since the Black Mesa Incident.
*Why do you want to play this character?: Because at every short story, I'd like to take a perspective of a Security Guard who worked at Black Mesa, and to see on what their life would be after the Cascade.

The Beginning

Logan Smith has been working in Black Mesa for about Three Years now since the Black Mesa Incident. Before the Resonance Cascade, Logan Brown Graduated from High School and attended The University of Pennsylvania. However, his Debt was getting high, and Logan decided to drop out of college for a while to go look for a Job to pay off His debt, whether it would be a Mall Security Job, working as a delivery guy, or even as a Gas Station Worker.

However, while looking at the Job List, something caught this eye. Logan was interested in this security Job where he would have to guard some Government funded research facility. He seemed a bit confused at first, but the rest of the details were classified. But Logan didn't even care, he had a college debt to pay so he filled out the Details for the job. While he was in Black Mesa, Logan spent some time just following on whatever his supervisor's told him to do, like guarding checkpoints, watching the cameras, and even cleaning the floor's when no Janitors were available. To this day since the Incident, Logan is still working at Black Mesa, trying to survive and following whatever his colleagues tell him to do.

 

[Omega]

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:33130062
*Discord Name & ID: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Edward Almeida
*Character Role: Security
*Brief summary of the character: A realist with a renewed sense of passion, knowing that his duty is to protect the people that are trying to save the world. At least, this crew seems to be making more progress on that than anyone else on the planet. Just about qualified for the job.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I keep joining Short Stories events where the Security guys aren't the best at roleplaying. I hope to change that. Besides, it's MY turn to give this kind of role a shot.
Full Backstory: A man disconnected from the events of the world, he has been committed to his duty in preserving humanity's last hope. Ever since the Resonance Cascade shook the world to its core, contact outside of the relevant facilities has been prohibited, preventing him from reconnecting with his family or old friends. Ed could only get bits and pieces of the morning news whenever the signals from the outside world were stable enough to transmit to their facilities.

To distract himself from the potential devastating news waiting for him, even years after the fact, he has become somewhat irritable at times, refusing to let his fellow colleagues slack around too much. He did not want to risk the end of the world on someone not being at the right station at the right time. Ed was not nearly as smart as these scientists, but he held onto a glimmer of hope, that they were smart enough to retain the responsibility bestowed upon them and fix what has gone so very, very wrong.

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: I'm old. Save me from the nothing I've become.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: Not really.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: Probably.
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: The character interactions. The scientist/guard dialogue in HL1 and that of the citizens in HL2 is some of my favorites of any game with incidental characters.

ACCEPTED

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: Sin
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:40760872
*Discord Name & ID: Sin

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Gunnery Sergeant Duane Mayfield
*Character Role: Military - Marine Corps
*Brief summary of the character: Mayfield is a grizzled veteran of the Corps; he's given almost 20 years of his life to it, and if he has his way he'll give another 20 more. Although tending towards sternness and somewhat aloof, he is not a man incapable of camaraderie; after all, he's fiercely loyal to his fellow Marines and is a devoted husband and father.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I typically play characters that are more intellectual, science-y or medical types. For a change of pace, I'd like to play a dumb meathead whose only job is to hit things really hard with a big stick.

*Full Backstory:

Born in Bismarck, North Dakota, Duane grew up in a household that financially struggled thanks to the city's growing urbanization. As a youth, he helped tend the family store, although it took everything his family had just to keep it afloat.. Seeking a different life for himself (and to follow in the footsteps of his own father), he enlisted in the Marine Corps in 1982. Training as a machine gunner, he demonstrated an ambitious and mission-first mindset that saw him noticed by his commanders and began to rise through the ranks of the Corps.

By the time of Desert Storm in 1993, he was a Staff Sergeant in a weapons platoon with the 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines. He served there with distinction, although it marked his last combat deployment until the Resonance Cascade. When the world shook from the events at Black Mesa, he found himself relegated to a series of postings combating the encroachment of parasitic Xen growths and alien entities. His posting at the Insula facility came as an unexpected surprise. While he is not fond of being so far away from the immediate action, he recognizes the need for the work... and the importance of trying to end the ongoing crisis at all costs.

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: I've been playing HL2RP since Tacoscript. Help.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: I am not new to Willard.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: I would certainly hope so; I've been around for a while!
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: In all honesty, just how bleak humanity's situation is in Half-Life. The idea of humanity being so universally smashed down and resisting in spite of that fact has always appealed to me.

ACCEPTED

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: talbnew400
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:691750999
*Discord Name & ID: talbnew400 | 826039101580378115

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Marcus Vance
*Character Role: Infantry Corporal / Marine

*Brief summary of the character:
A Regular Marine soldier just like everyone else, Dirty from all the deployment and worried about the danger but shows no emotion as he stands his post to protect Scientist and workers.

*Why do you want to play this character?:
Because I don't really feel like playing as any other characters i just want to play something that i chose rarely.

Full Backstory:
Marcus Vance, born in 1979 now aged at 24. Long ago his childhood was just like every kid, kindergarten to elementary he showed him self as a good student until high school. He lost motivation during that time leading his great downfall on education and grades from 9th grade to 12th. Marcus parent weren't happy but at that time Marcus chose to drop out, wanting to serve in the marine as the school shows no purpose to him.

After the graduation in the marine corps Marcus was given his first permanent duty station at Camp Lejeune North carolina 2 years before the incident. Marcus showed his performance climbing his rank until Corporal infatry unit.


It was that time that the Resonade cascade happened, during those time Marcus was sitting at the break room when a news showed up, Marcus looked at the news with a surprised look probably scared as he never fought in a real battle before. His officer gave the order to prepare for deployment towards the city that is reportedly under attack by Xenian monsters


Marcus was deploy along his fellow marines by his side at a hospital, stationary to protect the medics from any hostiles, standing there waiting for a extraction to arrive after a hard battle against the Xenians.
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During those times Marcus squad leader calls in extraction, the hostile presence are low as zombies can be seen around the hospital, calm until a disaster hits, the ground began shaking and screams of echoes can be heard, Marcus and his fellow marines raised their weapons in prepare for any contact while their Squad leader is still on the radio with his side arm equipped. Suddenly two portal appeared Infront of the building, releasing horde of hostiles as they attack the marines. Marcus and his marines responded with firepower, defending them self and the civilians.

Two of the marines have been killed by the Xenian leaving the remaining defending them selfs desperately until a wind of helicopters arrived, shooting down the Xenian with missiles as the remaining Xenian retreated with Military reinforcement coming in from the main road. The Remaining's in the hospital were successfully rescued, transported to the nearest emergency base.
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"Five hours ago, i was terrified because i'd never seen a real battle. Now, after watching half my squad get torn apart, i don't feel anything at all. Just tell me where to point the rifle..."

5 Hours later Marcus is now at the base waiting for a assignment when a high ranking officer arrived, handing out a new assignment to Marcus and his new fellow soldiers to a location that is highly unknow to him.

ACCEPTED - As a Private First Class

Section One
Steam Name: tyler
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:65172107
Discord Name & ID: tylr.e | 226107817751216128

Section Two
Character Name: Kievan Newman
Character Role: Maintenance
Brief summary of the character: A regular joe, he just happens to be quite qualified when it comes to his mechanical know-how... likely why he was transferred and 'forced' to this remote location. We wouldn't want the facility falling apart when we're trying to save the world, would we?
Why do you want to play this character?: Because the concept of the story seems very interesting, I wish to partake and I typically play engineer/worker-type characters. I am a mechanic IRL, so I happen to have a liking for the technical and maintenance side of life.
Full Backstory: A city boy born and raised, Kievan decided at a young age he'd want to work with his hands. Living in Washington D.C., there's plenty of trades he could've gone, ultimately settling on being a Building Engineer. This trade consists of maintaining and organizing the maintenance of large buildings- typically offices. His location and excellence at his career lead him to eventually apply for a government job, wishing for better benefits and pay. Now being a government contractor for about five years now, he's the definition of 'go-with-the-flow.' This mindset does not lead him to be relaxed and care-free, though, as his job often leads him to be stressed about the state of the buildings under his care.

Section Three
Tell us about yourself: No. hi, i'm tyler. i like cars.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: No.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: Yes.
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: I hate Half Life.

-hprb

ACCEPTED

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: Charlie Eagle
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:454514913
*Discord Name & ID: struckeagle803

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Cole Whitlock

*Character Role: Military (Navy)
*Brief summary of the character: What was once a man with no options left, has turned his life around for the better believing he is truly serving, what he believes, is a life dedicated to helping others in times of tribulation. Intent on serving his time, for his country and for a better future he understands the sacrifices that will have to happen, including the time dedicated for the scientists to succeed.

*Why do you want to play this character?: Its been a long time since I've had the opportunity to be in a serious roleplay group where I can be in a medical position, I've yet to experience a more militarist side of Willard, I've only really dabbled in being a civilian at most. So I feel this would be the best of both worlds.

Full Backstory: A former addict, Whitlock was at rock bottom. With no other options, or prospects, whilst wandering the streets he conversed with a recruitment officer for the United States Navy. Eight gruelling months of recovery and training to have his waiver even be remotely considered. A small spark was set that would ignite into a feverous and ardent career as a Hospital Corpsman, serving in any way he could, little or large.

The Resonance Cascade was a shock, Cole was 22 years old and beginning his boot camp, pushing his life back on track. He felt fear, loss of control, in a time he felt like he was losing grip of reality, worse, his mind and body.

In honesty, he is entirely ignorant to the tunnel vision of his ways, and makes no effort towards reconnecting with lost or shunned friends or family, even if he could with his current situation. He fears the itch of addiction returning, and sinks all his time and effort into his work. But on the surface, his rose tinted glasses on life and the future can seem oblivious, irritating, and to the few... Inspiring. The situation is dire. But maybe, just maybe Cole will be able to push one bit further.


--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: I love Willard. Like... I really really love Willard, like romantically. I'm Willardphillic. My name Eagle. And I enjoy medical.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: No
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: Yes, you sadly
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: I don't like Half Life. HPRB for life.

ACCEPTED - As A Seaman

--- Section One ---

*Steam Name: The Sniper

*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:6533079

*Discord Name & ID: Kaisler#3325

--- Section Two ---

*Character Name: Walter E. Sherman

*Character Role: Military - Lt. Colonel, leading Officer of the Marine Presence in Black Mesa

*Brief summary of the character: A former veteran of the Gulf War, educated at West Point. Grizzled during the Battle of Khafji and the subsequent portal storms that engulfed the United States.

*Why do you want to play this character?: To give a neutral military-esque role to the military presence in the lab

Full Backstory:

Born into a military family in Virginia, Walter E. Sherman pursued a career in the armed forces from an early age. A graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point, Sherman subsequently pursued a commission in the United States Marine Corps, where he gradually rose through the officer ranks.

His military career was defined by his service during the Gulf War, particularly the Battle of Khafji in 1991, where he witnessed the brutal realities of conventional warfare. The experience left him a hardened, pragmatic officer, respected for his discipline, composure, and willingness to make difficult decisions under pressure.

In the years following the war, Sherman continued his service, eventually attaining the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. With the emergence of increasingly inexplicable phenomena and reports of portal storms across the United States, he was reassigned to oversee the Marine contingent stationed at the Black Mesa Research Facility.

Although largely unfamiliar with the scientific nature of the facility's operations, Sherman considers his responsibilities straightforward: maintain military discipline, safeguard personnel, and ensure the security of the installation.

Above all, Sherman remains a soldier of the old school, loyal to his country, his command, and the Marines serving beneath him.

DENIED - I've had several people come to me about this being AI Generated, I cannot in good conscience accept this. Feel free to reapply.

Section One​

Steam Name: Czesui
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:101824666
Discord Name & ID: Czesui | 484030142381817856​

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Section Two​

Character Name: Ignacio Hernandez
Character Role: United States Navy, petty officer third class, trained in electrical tech (Military)
​

Brief summary of the character​

A nerd more so than a fighter, someone who would rather sit behind a computer in the safety of a CIC room rather than be the one storming the beaches with a rifle in hand. Unlucky for him, you can’t always get what you like in life.
​

Why do you want to play this character?​

I want to try the event since the concept and the story of it looks interesting, but also don’t wish to be in the “spotlight” of things, I rather let the others have that honor. A side role with a story of its own is kind of what I’m after. Also I wish to play something else other than a “dumb grunt who goes pew pew”, a supportive role which would diversify the “squad” a bit.
​

Full Backstory​

An unlucky guy who got himself into a mess of a situation (mostly) through his own dumb decisions. Born and raised in Philly, always causing trouble. At least compared to his older brother who was always the example of what should be done, to the point where it was just annoying. In reality all he ever did was that he mostly stuck to comic books, video games and of course the, oh so great, world wide web.

Obviously that fact did little to help him in life and his parents weren’t the most helpful either, go figure. Constant complaining, constant nagging. “College, a degree, that’s how you get well in life, not through those dumb internet forums and computer games. Become a doctor or an engineer like your brother! Oh mijo, you are making it hard on us, you can’t keep living with us.”.

So he did. Well, kind of. Turns out that college is expensive, especially when you don’t even have a day job. But worry not kid, Uncle Sam has your back! Just sign this little paper and after a few years the taxpayers will gladly pay for your education. Danger? Minimal at best! “It’s a sin to miss out on such a great deal, just sign it.”.

So he did. Well, kind of. Turns out that college is hard to attend when the world is exploding and the navy "voluntarily" extends your contract. “Matter of national security, kid. We all got a duty to fulfill. We are short on people as is. You won’t back out now, right? Non sibi sed patriae, you know what that means? Not for self but for country. It’s just a couple of weeks, just sign the form.”.

Up until now he mostly sat his ass somewhere in the destroyer, safe from whatever the hell was going on outside. God bless the tomahawks, am I right? And sure, sometimes he did firing drills, when they told him to anyway. Mostly though? He just stared at a computer screen for hours, drank coffee, fixed a thing or two when he had to. Not that he ever complained, it was a cozy enough job, if you ignore the ship bouncing around in the waves and the alarms blaring from time to time.

But now they expect him to go God knows where to do who knows what just because they say so? “Oh it won’t even be dangerous, it’s normal to be shifted around posts, especially in times like these.”.

So he did…​

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ACCEPTED

All of it.

ACCEPTED

Spoiler: THE TANIC SINKS IN PANIC!

LE CAPITAINE
LORENZO DI BUONAPARTE
(Lord, lord, lord!)​

As long as I've ever begun to think, I've wished to be in the Marines; to storm, board and conquer is my lifeblood. I was named after the one of the great conquerors of Europe; one which his men worshipped the very ground he walked on, one who didn't suffer a single defeat until the Hundred Days, a great man who I wouldn't even be fit to polish the boots of. Whenever I saw the boats come across the glistening blue horizon of CORSICA, I swore to myself that I once could be such a man, such a man worthy of being called NAPOLEONE IV...

But it was all a boyish farce.
What it seems to me -- from the moment of my birth -- the women surrounding me were naturally repelled by me. I repeatedly tried for my own JOSEPHINE but nobody was fit to complete me, in-turn I resented and hated the men & women around me, isolated by my peers whilst they gawked and gossiped behind my back. I came to a realization, then, that no matter how smart you are or how lacklustre your academic performance is... it is charisma that coasts you through life. I tried overbearingly to imitate the gentleman of old repelling the new-age men & women around me; a realization that only came to me after I had thoroughly sodomized any chances of love or friendship. It was the life of a fool you'd read about in a play! Oh, a man so focused on his vanity that he neglects the people around himself, how hilarious is that? A fool. ...that was all I was, yet this realization only came after one wiser: you must guide the people like how you guide sheep, directing and charming them all alike. That is how he guided his people, and how I should guide mine.

Although, I doubt there are any 'real' people on earth; save for a select few I've opted to call 'wolves'. The sheep are murdered by the wolves, yet the sheep trust in the wolves guidance and follow them blindly into their own death. My life in school taught me that I was a wolf; yet one that had a self-imposed chain around it's neck. From that day, I vowed that I would spend every single moment forward onto unshackling myself and feasting upon the sheep who previously mocked me. ...I had been working on unshackling myself as I went into my military service. My degree was what officer should have, yet I struggled through every lesson-- I suppose it was all something to dumb me down into being just another animal, being herded by the real wolves, but I resisted. It was then where I met my AGATHA.

Oh, how could I put it into words? Her precious smooth skin, the tint of her eyes, her very figure! ...I was entranced by this seductress. I spent weeks lingering on the right words to speak to her, but when I did? She was a wolf for certain; how kind she was, how I sat through her talking about all the things I didn't care for, how she thought I'd care about her day. I even envied how much charisma she had, how attractive she was; all of the things I wasn't. She possessed all the advantages of the opposite sex; the perfect attractor, whomst I had been drawn to from the very moment I saw her. She was my JOSEPHINE. ...I wondered what it'd be like to wear her skin for a day. What could I do in her skin? I wanted to slice her pretty flesh apart, dig into her heart and wear her very soul. Our love was a tantalizing prospect in an lifetime spent waking, learning and sleeping; but it was never built to last. Nothing in my life was ever as precious as AGATHA, I longed for her in my every waking moment; she had cut open my pale & pockmarked skin, torn into my grotesque flesh and wrapped her hands around my vile heart and sickening brain until I could no longer stand a day without her by my side! That was the PERFECT WOLF.

YET, it distracted me from my true path as a warrior and conqueror. I admit for a few moments in my lifetime, I contemplated quitting the service entirely to live an idealized life, to possess a wife and children was a prospect I had never been offered before; but it was merely a prospect to distract me from my destined fate, a choice that I was imagining. It wouldn't happen, it couldn't happen; not to me, not anybody who's true path was to scare, pillage and rule. A life fit for a sheep, maybe. ...But, did NAPOLEONE toss away his fate to live such a life with his wife? No. He commanded and conquered until the entirety of EUROPE revered his & his wife's name. And so will I, with enough time. ...Around the time I had graduated from my officer training and was being commissioned as a Lieutenant, I let be birthed my own handicap-- a daughter. AGATHA promised me a son and I believed her, yet I was scorned once-more by fate. There was no son to carry on my name, only something fit to be married off-- to be attached to somebody else. What kind of conqueror takes somebody else's name?

An UNWANTED ugly little babe. But, ...no. I had to be scorned by fate twice; to punish me for being caught in another wolf's trap, herded like the sheep I was in my past. The wolf who chained me... had to DIE. The babe tore through her perfect skin, her tasteful flesh; and killed her. The handicap had taken away my own JOSEPHINE, this putrid ugly vile creature had killed my flesh, heart, brain and blood. Not only had she scorned my heart, she scorned my career in her selfish birth aswell. I had to carry this burden for sixteen more years? Preposterous. I wouldn't say a word to this babe, I wouldn't even give it the time of day. That was my payback for her sin, her murder.

I dedicated myself to my career in the meantime, obsessing myself with the tactics of the old and new. ...I'd become the perfect general before I was ever exiled to Elba, for I had all the time in the world now that she was gone. I no longer had to listen, to speak to her as an equal; as two wolves should. No, I only had sheep -- sheep to order, command and feast on, -- for I have never seen another wolf since. It was easy playing myself up to my generals, charming my superior officers and making my men adore me. For my effort, I was redirected to a Francophone joint-military base somewhere near New Orleans. ...It was a terrible place to live, and it was made all-the-worse by having to drag that babe with me; she could speak now, puppeteering my wife's voice however infantile. Every time she spoke, she became more of an obvious burden. I had to delegate her to a role as my 'squire' until she'd be old enough that I could cut all ties with her, that speaking weight chained to my ankle. She memorized what I liked to drink, however. ...it was nice. It was quaint to come home after a while and see her bring me a beverage or something to eat, preferably a drink in that case; the way she cooked was putrid.

What was she?... nine, ten years old, when it happened?... It had to be 2001, or maybe 2002 by the time it happened; I remember the date in the news. I had been stationed at that place for a while when it finally happened; the date something even bigger than wolf came to conquer. It swept across the earth as fast as it possibly could, deploying shock troopers out of thin-air to obliterate every piece of civilian and military infrastructure. It was glorious in a way, how quickly we scrambled to fight back. How rattled was I then? It all seems distant to me now. I had to be something above Captain then, wouldn't I? It was MAJOR BOUNAPARTE, then COLONEL, then nothing at all for a while. I coordinated the defence of New Orleans with a few other surviving officers and generals, delegating myself to the leader of the room. How my ego suffered as those things annihilated a thousand years of human strategy and planning, it was amazing, amazing! How I longed to be on the other side of that battle. ...but after a day or two, they quickly started to dissipate. Perhaps it was the nuclear strike at Black Mesa, or one of the numerous barrages we sent into their hives, but they came in fewer and fewer numbers until it was a few struggling soldiers against the united force of a hundred armies; I tore them apart like a knife through warm butter. Soon enough, I was commended for my defence of the country against such a threat. Such military decadence, a hundred medals and a million titles. ...I longed for such vanity from the moment I came out of my mother's womb, yet when it was given to me? I felt conceited. Why not against a human threat? Why did I wait so long for so little, why am I helping out the military of a foreign power who caused this mess in the first place?... I wasn't conquering or feasting, I was merely herding.

Herded I did, and for so long that I forgot what happened in my very own neighbourhood. When the vultures cried on the dawn of New Orleans, none were left alive. That babe had killed herself, refusing to leave without her father. A stubbornness that led her to her own grave. ...I suppose I was meant to feel something, or I had repressed my sheepish nature for so long that I had fully morphed into a wolf, that I inevitably alienated my own comrades. They gawked at me once-more, telling tales of the 'monster who did not weep at his own bastard's death', a 'sociopath' or somebody 'unfit to command in his current state'. It was untenable to go on without some sort of circus, and I was putting in my file for military leave for 'mourning' -- a joke, there was nothing even to mourn. -- when I got my order to relocate to the very retarded 'yanks who indirectly killed the sheep attached to me, who murdered the last wolf I ever saw.

Perhaps it was out of some sort of gratitude to Black Mesa's vengeance that I took the assignment. It was a demotion and a downgrade in status; commanding a detachment of backwater marines and navymen. They'd probably keep me there as a dead-end for my career, or something akin to that. ...I never heard from the officers I had charmed again, too busy with Boston or the East Coast. But I knew that a true wolf would carve out it's own path in this anarchy, no matter where it may be.
And this dingy suffocating laboratory. ...this, is where I'll create my EMPIRE.​

...
......
A tale from a prettier time, who's to say if she still lived when it was sent?
It matters not, now.
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Spoiler: History repeats itself; the first as tragedy, the second as farce.

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: ChuddyKirk10.Cuteᴬᴿᴹʸ☺
*Steam ID: STEAM_1:1:508587632
*Discord Name & ID: goddessgardena/melodicwaste & 822988004925636640

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Lorzeno di Bounaparte
*Character Role: Commander of the joint Marine-Navy detachment at Black Mesa Insula
*Brief summary of the character: An austere francophone in a world filled with those who deems lesser, who takes and takes until there is nothing left to be taken.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I like playing characters that are morally bankrupt.

​

ACCEPTED - As a Warrant Officer

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: nora
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:216239824
*Discord Name & ID: _.nor

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Alden Chaney
*Character Role: Scientist
*Brief summary of the character: A seemingly timid and normal researcher with ideological convictions and demons of his own to hide.
*Why do you want to play this character?: I like the idea of the event. Everybody and their mother is signing up to be military but I think that scientists have more going for them.


1955 - 1970

Alden Chaney is born as the second son of two German immigrants, albeit he is baptized with the name of an American. His upbringing is nothing exceptional, with the shadow of the Cold War looming over his head with every passing day. Like many boys of his age, he falls under the jingoistic propaganda of the United States.

1971 - 1976

Following his parents' advice and personal ambitions, he goes down the path of scientific studies. After a dragged period of struggle and a gap year, he opts to go into the field of biology. His skills are average in comparison to his peers, but his insistence and stubbornness makes him stand out as a solid student and a reliable future worker.

1977 - 1996

Rising star of Pennsylvania's scientific scene. Hopping from one institute to another, each more prestigious than the last, and forming the proper connections with those of similar mind and passion. Rising career cut short after an incident in '96 where he engaged in a fist fight with a fellow coworker. Initially suspended and then fired. Easygoing and reliable reputation shattered and replaced by a reputation of belligerence and arrogance.

1996 - 2002

Unemployed. Barely living by

2002 - Now

Hired by the lump Black Mesa amid shortage of professionals. Barely passed the interview, only taken in on account of the aforementioned shortage and that barely anyone wants to stain their name working for Black Mesa after the Cascade. Tolerated but not loved or respected.


--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: im nora
Are you new to Willard Networks?: im nora
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: im nora
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: toysssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

ACCEPTED

Section One
Steam Name: ashley
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:42606324
Discord Name & ID: vampireoutcast

Section Two
Character Name: Elias Chaney
Character Role: Scientist
Brief summary of the character: Deadbeat brother of Alden Chaney. Brought into the scientific field, thanks to the copious amount of blackmail he held over his own employed brother. Indulges in their drinking vice far too much. Vile excuse of a human being with fervent ideological convictions of their own.
Why do you want to play this character?: Hype moments and aura. I think it'd be fun to dabble in the scientifical part of HL2RP lore awhole.
Full Backstory:

Elias Chaney. Born as the first son to two German immigrants in the United States of America. Childhood spent preying on the weak, exceeding far past his adolescence -- no thanks to his upbringing.

No formal qualifications. No particular hand to guide him, ever. Spiteful person overall from how much he was neglected as a child, when put side-by-side with his brother.

Years, and years spent drinking, lying, fighting -- only to crawl himself out from the metaphorical grave he had dug for himself.

Abhors his own relative employed now by Black Mesa; be it out of jealousy for their stunts in '77 or for the neglect offered to himself in his days of youth. Copious amounts of blackmail against him.

Now employed as an official scientist. Position secured through nepotism alone. Multiple calls made, plethora of connections of his own to waive said vetting procedures.

Why did he apply? Spite? Jealousy? Hatred? Malice?

Or perhaps it was a spark lit anew, genuinely trying to put himself back on the right track.

Whatever the reason may be, one thing was for certain. The fact that this one colossal fuck-up of a human being was employed in a now formal position of Black Mesa themselves.


Section Three (Optional)
Tell us about yourself: ilkesdfkidjvjnxcnjhbdsfigbjxcvz,,..,,,,,,, O_OOOOOO
Are you new to Willard Networks?: no
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: yes
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: roleplay

ACCEPTED

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: Gugu

*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:500925448

*Discord Name & ID: htffv78t_53602 , 1401169676561813524

--- Section Two ---

*Character Name:

Bobby Packer

*Character Role:

Security

*Brief summary of the character:

A middle aged, apathetic man. Tired with unkept hair.
Doesn't care that much for the things around him, calm most of the time.

*Why do you want to play this character?:

Because I want to fill in a role i like in games.
And it fits the character I want to play.

Full Backstory:

Born into a poor family in United States.
Allthough, he had struggle with learning, he pulled through school.
It took few years after he graduated to earn enough money for collage.
He decided to attend police academy half way across the country.
He pulled through and passed the final exams.
Soon he was accepted to the local police department, where he worked
for 6 years untill he was fired after crashing a cruiser.
He managed to pull himself from the chaos of the events around him.
He decided to apply into some security work in a research facility.
Since there was nothing better to do.

Section Three (Optional)
Tell us about yourself: my namess eeeff
Are you new to Willard Networks?: no
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: yes
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: evil aliens

ACCEPTED

// Section One //​

*Steam Name: Dej
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:68827315
*Discord Name & ID: Dej (shockyc)

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// Section Two //​

*Character Name: Anthony Roosevelt
*Character Role: Security [Private Military Contractor]
*Brief summary of the character: A veteran working for a Private Military Company, with his services being outsourced to Black Mesa Security in the embers of a dying world.
*Why do you want to play this character?: Security, military was oversaturated and I thought I'd bring on a unique perspective to the generic security roles, that being veteran PMCs in employ rather than just mall security.

---

Full Backstory:

Things aren't always the best case for everyone. Someone wins a lottery ticket here, someone gets drafted there. Fate's a fickle thing

Anthony Roosevelt, a Canadian born in Vancouver, British Columbia. Grew up with a rather generic life with two middle-class parents and no siblings to show for it. And unfortunately, dull lives tend to cause people to go seeking out excitement. Fresh out of his tertiary education, he goes straight for the recruiter's office with his parent's reluctant but tacit approval.

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Enter the
1 CANADIAN MECHANIZED BRIGADE GROUP

Assigned to 1 CMBG as a Mechanized Infantryman, then respec'd to a Coyote AFV crewman, Roosevelt had a relatively colourful, but internationally uneventful career as an enlisted personnel. He was subsequently reassigned a the sub-unit under 1 CMBG:

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Reassigned as part of the
LORD STRATHCONA'S HORSE REGIMENT
Roosevelt was assigned as the designated gunner to the Coyote Armoured Fighting Vehicle under 2 ARMD RECON SQUADRON. His entire career as stated before was largely uneventful, as was the Canadian Military in this day and age, unlimited exercises, endless training, none of the action that he sought out, and as he made the rank of Sergeant, a peculiar opportunity caught his eyes during one of the exercises. A Private Military Company was under contract to act as an OPFOR unit during an exercise, and their name was



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MANTICORE SECURITY TASK FORCE

The company itself wasn't as big or famous as other big names like BLACKWATER, though they were reputable enough and as such, received many contracts in the employ of National Defense, namely for the Canadian Department for National Defense, and the United States Department of Defense. They're status as private contractors meant that they often both had both unique and restrictive means of operations and equipment.

Naturally they didn't have access to heavy weapons like tanks or gunships, but their non-uniform nature meant that more unique equipment found its way into their hands.
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For once in his life, Roosevelt found himself having proper fun, and on top of this, he was getting paid in the big leagues, at least compared to his prior employment. And over the course of the next few years, he'd find himself working for various differing clients, most of which were the Canadian DND and US DOD.

Of course, good things never last.
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The Black Mesa incident ruined practically everything for him, as did it ruin the lives of millions of others. Manticore Security quickly found themselves and plenty of others being hired on emergency grounds as the military began to fray at the seams, over-extending themselves to contain threats that seemingly popped up everywhere. Though there was one particular client that seemed to be particularly desperate for assistance, that being the now-infamous Black Mesa Corporation.

Roosevelt didn't complain when he was chosen, he knew they were stretched thin as it was and perhaps it was a nice change of scenery compared to the devastated United States. So as he boarded the ferry boat with his equipment, he looked back at the burning Land of the Free...and he shrugged.​

ACCEPTED

Salutatorian of Bernallilo Public High School.
Smart man, what a lot of people said. Excelled in mathematics, especially.
Business Administration. Financial.
Bright future ahead of him, would definitely get a job for a large firm.
The man was going to make a stupid mistake, this time around.
He had already planned to do something stupid, however.

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ALLEN MADOFF
JANITORIAL STAFF
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A crisp application comes out of a mangled printer:
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Spoiler: Stuff

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: joemoter
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:553161374
*Discord Name & ID: Joe Moter, 402823989552218113

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Allen Madoff
*Character Role: Janitor
*Brief summary of the character: UNM graduate who needs quick cash. Whopping $20 an hour for janitorial work.
*Why do you want to play this character?: Too much good in the world, especially with this event.
Full Backstory: Look up.

--- Section Three (Optional) ---
Tell us about yourself: You know all about me.
Are you new to Willard Networks?: Two years new.
Are you familiar with anyone around Willard Networks?: You and most the server.
What's your favorite thing about Half Life?: Adaptation.

ACCEPTED

--- Section One ---
Steam Name: uwu
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:67630575
Discord Name & ID: remielle0542

--- Section Two ---
Character Name: Garry Hilgums
Character Role: Security
Brief summary of the character: As his backstory might suggest - he's a waste of a man, somehow having ogled his way into a security position, to the detriment of all around him. Sure, he'll act alright during times of low stress, shooting the shit, socializing, but the second things hit the fan... well, he's about the most unqualified man to be at your side.
Why do you want to play this character?: Because I enjoy playing incompetent characters, and in a pre-Invasion event especially, it's the best time to reflect just a (somewhat) normal guy through it all.
Full Backstory:

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Garry's been on the job for about as long as he can remember now. Well, certainly since he ended up fluking out of the police academy, but it's hardly his fault that the Sergeant had it out for him. Petty bastard he was, in near enough every way - badgering an honest man, trying to make a living, saying he was unfit, trying to say that he was too mentally unsound to be protecting the common folk, and his physicals were terrible.

Well, fuck him. The academy wasn't good enough for a man like Garry in the first place.

Private security. Granted, details were sketchy at first, something about a research institution, classified information, but it paid well than the academy ever did, so who really gave a damn? What's the point in getting a job if you aren't paid well for it anyway?

Monday to Friday, exactly on time, Garry found himself behind his desk, buzzing scientists through that dull security checkpoint. The donuts were good, the banter was alright, and even on occasion, there was some huzz for him to gawk at. There was even talk he was getting a promotion to some leading role soon!

What else did a man need?​

ACCEPTED

--- Section One ---
*Steam Name: bonk atomic scout
*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:171723757
*Discord Name & ID: supreme sandvich, 1356757033386250442

--- Section Two ---
*Character Name: Logan Smith
*Character Role: Security
*Brief summary of the character: A young adult who is slightly pale, he seems a bit scared ever since the Black Mesa Incident.
*Why do you want to play this character?: Because at every short story, I'd like to take a perspective of a Security Guard who worked at Black Mesa, and to see on what their life would be after the Cascade.

The Beginning

Logan Smith has been working in Black Mesa for about Three Years now since the Black Mesa Incident. Before the Resonance Cascade, Logan Brown Graduated from High School and attended The University of Pennsylvania. However, his Debt was getting high, and Logan decided to drop out of college for a while to go look for a Job to pay off His debt, whether it would be a Mall Security Job, working as a delivery guy, or even as a Gas Station Worker.

However, while looking at the Job List, something caught this eye. Logan was interested in this security Job where he would have to guard some Government funded research facility. He seemed a bit confused at first, but the rest of the details were classified. But Logan didn't even care, he had a college debt to pay so he filled out the Details for the job. While he was in Black Mesa, Logan spent some time just following on whatever his supervisor's told him to do, like guarding checkpoints, watching the cameras, and even cleaning the floor's when no Janitors were available. To this day since the Incident, Logan is still working at Black Mesa, trying to survive and following whatever his colleagues tell him to do.

ACCEPTED

 

[The Sniper]

--- Section One ---

*Steam Name: The Sniper

*Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:6533079

*Discord Name & ID: Kaisler#3325

--- Section Two ---

FROM THE HALLS OF MONTEZUMA TO THE SHORES OF TRIPOLI

Spoiler: FROM THE HALLS OF MONTEZUMA

*Character Name: Jacqueline R. Monroe

*Character Role: Major, U.S Marine Corps - Leading Officer of the Marine presence in Black Mesa .

*Brief summary of the character: Jacqueline R. Monroe, a former military liason to the Central Intelligence Agency during the Gulf War. Barred from active combat; she acted as a link between the U.S Marine Corps and the CIA during intelligence gathering, operations and interrogation of prisoners of war from the Saddam Regime.

*Why do you want to play this character?: To give a plausible and good reference

Full Backstory:

Born into a military family with a lineage that stretches back to the American Civil War and the Battle of Shiloh, Jacqueline followed in the family tradition and enlisted in the U.S Marine Corps. Completing her officer studies at the U.S Naval Academy. Eventually she found herself serving in military intelligence, a position that would come to later define her career. With the outbreak of the Gulf War in 1990. Monroe was deployed to Saudi Arabia alongside American forces preparing for the liberation of Kuwait.

She, however, being a woman was barred from direct ground combat assignments under the regulations of he Bush administration. Instead she became a vital military liason between the Marine Corps and the Central Intelligence Agency, with her duties consisting out of coordinating intelligence gathering, assisting in planning and overseeing the exchang eof information obtained from captured Iraqi personnel.

Her active combat exprience wouldn't come until the Portal Storms began to ravage Earth. It would however be her former connections to federal intelligence agencies, including the NSA, that brought her into the attention of her soon to be station- that of Black Mesa. Her reputation for efficiency, military discipline and her stoicism; being able to keep her mouth shut is what led her. Whatever the Federal Intelligence and Monroe have discussed regarding Black Mesa would be for their own knowledge only; with the soldiers under her command having no information, except her prior assignments.

Whether Black Mesa would become her tomb, or not - she was here not. To guard and ensure the safety of the workers and researchers that were now at large to finding a cure to the Xen Growth.... and maybe-... as a liason voice to the Federal agencies in the outside world.