We don't have an exact starting date for the event set yet, some features for the event are still in development and I don't want to rush anything without testing the new systems first. We are waiting a bit longer to review applications so everyone has a chance to apply.
Steam Name:MelonHeadzzz
Steam Profile Link or ID: STEAM_0:1:128800129 Discord: MelonHeadzzz#8446 |
- Peter McClintock - The Music Man - Which side are you on? |
SKILLS: Peter is a rabble-rouser. He's an orator, a man of great emotional intellect and understanding of the world around him. McClintock has the ability to read and write, and uses that to draft a manifesto against the Combine and in support of the Patriots' cause. McClintock is able to play the guitar, and has learned a myriad of old American folk-songs that he uses to play around campfires. Ultimately, his talents lie in his ability to win the hearts of others, to the Dreams of Liberty. BACKSTORY: New Orleans's swamps were made into a honest-to-God death-trap when the Black Mesa Incident unleashed the fury of another dimension onto the unsuspecting citizens of the United States of America. A small child, Peter, was born in one of the worst times to ever be born. Swamps were infested with vicious, mutant aliens while the cities were filled with parasitic pestilence. Peter hardly lived, his parents struggled to survive in the Surviving States. His young life, until he was 3, was much of a blur; a cocktail of screaming and panic, until the lights of the Combine emerged from the clouds. Peter was placed into the ECHELON program, pressed through its channels and many classes, trained to believe in what was expected of him. The Union prevails. The Union endures. The Union is all. The Union forever. Thrown into the world as a member of the Bureau of Understanding in City 70, far from his old life, old world, and old family members. The BoU, City 70's local propaganda arm, tasked Peter with writing for newspapers, writing and singing the praises of the Combine, forgetting everything about himself with every sip of water that he tried, until something caught his eye. On the wall was a symbol he'd never seen before. A banner of thirteen stripes, a blue canton with a circle of stars, lit aflame and burning - and even as it burned, the banner still flouted majestically. There was no text, there was only that image. It was beautiful, it was tragic, and it was near-intoxicating to look at. What was this banner? What did it mean? Why thirteen stripes? Why the circle of stars? Why oh why? He yearned to learn more, he fought to learn more - this simple graffito caught his eye more than anything that the Combine had ever created, and he had to learn more about it. When he saw stars, he knew to follow them, poking around in the same city that was notorious for its smuggling ring, a smuggling ring fostered by the prolific Patriots. Unknown to the young one, the Patriots were already commonplace in the district, placing their propaganda to inspire the spirit of Old America once again - and when The Civil Protection caught on to Peter's snooping, they pounced. Innocent was he, Peter spoke plainly about what he had found, the imagery he'd found and how it resonated with him so incredibly he had to know who made it. The Civil Protection responded handily, by informing him of what it really was. Thoughtcrime. Something unbecoming of a Collaborator like him - something that required further investigation. He was held in a facility for weeks before being sent to an outpost in the deep south, to work as a form of 're-education.' Beaten, abused, his mind drifted onto that flag - still thirsting for whatever it may have meant... until a riot broke out, and the riot turned into a full-blown assault on the camp's walls, not from within, but from without. Prisoners flooded from the inside of the camp, soldiers and outland cops were riddled with bullets, and all Peter could think to do was run - that is, until he was picked up by that same raiding party. Painted on one of their heads, was the same flag he saw before. By their direction, their information, and their generosity, Peter joined their warband, taking up arms against those who thought to abuse him. To teach those who may be blinded like he once was, is the key to this new life of his - and with his guitar by his side, Peter would do just that, for the dream of America, shouting the battle-cry of freedom. |
PATRIOT APPLICATION
Steam Profile Link or ID: STEAM_0:1:128800129
Discord: MelonHeadzzz#8446
- Peter McClintock - The Music Man -
Which side are you on?
Peter is a rabble-rouser. He's an orator, a man of great emotional intellect and understanding of the world around him. McClintock has the ability to read and write, and uses that to draft a manifesto against the Combine and in support of the Patriots' cause. McClintock is able to play the guitar, and has learned a myriad of old American folk-songs that he uses to play around campfires. Ultimately, his talents lie in his ability to win the hearts of others, to the Dreams of Liberty.
BACKSTORY:
New Orleans's swamps were made into a honest-to-God death-trap when the Black Mesa Incident unleashed the fury of another dimension onto the unsuspecting citizens of the United States of America. A small child, Peter, was born in one of the worst times to ever be born. Swamps were infested with vicious, mutant aliens while the cities were filled with parasitic pestilence. Peter hardly lived, his parents struggled to survive in the Surviving States. His young life, until he was 3, was much of a blur; a cocktail of screaming and panic, until the lights of the Combine emerged from the clouds.
Peter was placed into the ECHELON program, pressed through its channels and many classes, trained to believe in what was expected of him. The Union prevails. The Union endures. The Union is all. The Union forever. Thrown into the world as a member of the Bureau of Understanding in City 70, far from his old life, old world, and old family members. The BoU, City 70's local propaganda arm, tasked Peter with writing for newspapers, writing and singing the praises of the Combine, forgetting everything about himself with every sip of water that he tried, until something caught his eye.
On the wall was a symbol he'd never seen before. A banner of thirteen stripes, a blue canton with a circle of stars, lit aflame and burning - and even as it burned, the banner still flouted majestically. There was no text, there was only that image. It was beautiful, it was tragic, and it was near-intoxicating to look at. What was this banner? What did it mean? Why thirteen stripes? Why the circle of stars? Why oh why?
He yearned to learn more, he fought to learn more - this simple graffito caught his eye more than anything that the Combine had ever created, and he had to learn more about it. When he saw stars, he knew to follow them, poking around in the same city that was notorious for its smuggling ring, a smuggling ring fostered by the prolific Patriots. Unknown to the young one, the Patriots were already commonplace in the district, placing their propaganda to inspire the spirit of Old America once again - and when The Civil Protection caught on to Peter's snooping, they pounced. Innocent was he, Peter spoke plainly about what he had found, the imagery he'd found and how it resonated with him so incredibly he had to know who made it. The Civil Protection responded handily, by informing him of what it really was. Thoughtcrime. Something unbecoming of a Collaborator like him - something that required further investigation.
He was held in a facility for weeks before being sent to an outpost in the deep south, to work as a form of 're-education.' Beaten, abused, his mind drifted onto that flag - still thirsting for whatever it may have meant... until a riot broke out, and the riot turned into a full-blown assault on the camp's walls, not from within, but from without. Prisoners flooded from the inside of the camp, soldiers and outland cops were riddled with bullets, and all Peter could think to do was run - that is, until he was picked up by that same raiding party. Painted on one of their heads, was the same flag he saw before. By their direction, their information, and their generosity, Peter joined their warband, taking up arms against those who thought to abuse him.
To teach those who may be blinded like he once was, is the key to this new life of his - and with his guitar by his side, Peter would do just that, for the dream of America, shouting the battle-cry of freedom.
Mine now I even have the trademark
 'Alejandro Basilio' - The Desperado of the Southern Border - What useful skills do you have? Surviving in the Wastes - Marksmanship - Barter 'n Trade Refugee Backstory: "It was nothing special. I worked for the local government in Juarez at the time of the war. I managed to barely escape with my life when the... "Tormentas del infierno" started ravaging both sides of the border. I headed- Tried to head east with my family, maybe down to the capital.. Though they did not make it.": "I've been wandering since then." - - Basilio, 4/10/2015, in a bar, 86 Miles west of CMB_OUTPOST-83 |
STEAM NAME:
Travis STEAM PROFILE LINK OR ID: DISCORD: travisgaming144p |
 George Coxwell "Well, I guess it's my bunker now." |
SKILLS Radio Communications | Medical | Combat Proficiency BACKSTORY EARLY DAYS: George was born in England, living out his early teenage years before the portal storms had hit. He had dreams of becoming a doctor, though those dreams were never recognized as the storms hit just before he finished his education. Alongside the most of the remaining members of the human race George was forced into a city far from his home, a city in the south of Alaska that was referred to as City Forty Two. ALASKA: A shady oil baron called out for help and alongside many other cities City Forty Two responded to the call. The call asked many citizens to assist this baron in the mining town he had prospected, a mining town that would reward its workers gratefully. George was eager to sign up, though it was clearly a mistake.  George joined up with the labour camp, a strong workforce lead by Micheal Hoxorth that quickly struggled. Hoxworth was killed off almost instantly over a dispute on supplies, many saying that he refused to arm his people and feed them. Many leaders reigned in the labour camp, civil wars breaking out between the mining and communications camps along the way. Alaska was not what it had promised. Each camp had their own issues, many died in an attempt for survival. Alex Weaver, the leader of the mining camp, was the only leader to make it through the expedition though he was not unharmed in the process. There was more to the wilderness than anyone had anticipated, roaming vortigaunt tribes, roaming "yetis" and secret synthetic factories were not labelled on the job description. Alongside those were the occasional raider camp, a band of misfits led by a woman named "Medusa" who seemed to escape death on many occasions and a mysterious sniper who randomly attacked whoever at random. Eventually the groups united and searched for the means to an end and assaulted the factory or "bunker".  George was one of the first to lead the assault inside of the bunker, moving through hordes of Synths and Overwatch alike to push through with nothing but a Mac-10 and the men around him. Eventually all made it inside, they breached the control room and accessed the terminal. The terminal had notes on all of the administrators of each camp, all up to date speaking on their chance of survival and their status referring to such. There was something else, something they were not meant to see. The factory doors opened and something crept out. Something he should not speak of.  All remaining survivors were evacuated, all except the baron who mysteriously "disappeared" towards the end of his expedition. Many were taken back to City Forty Two, many returned to their homes. POST ALASKA George was relocated to City Twenty One soon after his trip had ended. The man was full of grief, full of regret for the things he felt he had to do for his camp. The people he had killed, the desperation he had witnessed took a toll on him, thus he looked for a way to strike back at the very people who had sent him there. That searching found him enlisting with the Patriots. This brings us to today. |
T'rah-Sha, the isolationist abdiding Vortigaunt, who hails from the vast and untouched Xenian Kingdom within the Malignancy, the Xenian-infested hell-hole they lie in has been steadily spreading across the Western United States and Mexico. Not born into this Kingdom, T'rah-Sha has lived through over a millennium of strife and unity among his Vortigaunt kin. On earth, they were marked by the relentless resistance against the Combine snyths and pioneers who attempt to make their mark on the Americas. The lives of countless Vortigaunts, the ones who abided by their degree and thought of isolationism are dependeding on their success in protecting their homeland from both the expanding Xenian Malignancy and the relentless Combine. As a 1319-year-old Vortigaunt, T'rah-Sha has witnessed the highest peaks and the lowest valleys of their race's history. Their journey through the wasteland is a testament to their unyielding spirit, as they continue to fight for their people's survival and the legacy of a once-doomed species, their isolation and trust in their kin being the backbone for what moves them forward.
