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Experience a next-level Half-Life 2 Roleplay experience. Taking inspiration from games such as Divinity Original Sin and Xcom 2. Featuring a completely overhauled combat system, gameplay and UI.
*Character Role(If applicable): Construction Worker
*Character Backstory: Johnny Lasty was in a job site during the Seven Hour War he was soon pushed it to the sewer, and soon was enslaved and worked in a factory. Fast forward to present day after proving himself and joining the CWU he eventually learned the skills and became architect but this brought back the old memories when he was enslaved and worked to near death so, he left for the outlands bringing some basic supplies and a bolt that he had wrapped in gold leaf, which he named "Lucky". After leaving the city he began building a cabin as he was building the house he was found by a group of rebels and brought, they did not trust him but since he was some what useful they let him stay but they made sure to keep him unarmed then the time came and he was brought with them to where we are now.
Items 3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing, 2- Melee Weapon (A hammer if available), 3- One Box of Ammunition, 2- Makeshift Repair Kit. (Free CWU Jacket, Blue Pants, Black Boots.
Jason didn't have too many friends in school. Growing up quite lonely, the Combine invasion only served to severe what friendships he had left. Never being particularly loyal to the Union, Jason joined one of the thousands of underclass, continuing his lonely, miserable life and barely living off rations. The newfound presence of horrific creatures have resulted in Jason becoming jumpy and paranoid.
*Character Role(If applicable): Construction Worker
*Character Backstory: Johnny Lasty was in a job site during the Seven Hour War he was soon pushed it to the sewer, and soon was enslaved and worked in a factory. Fast forward to present day after proving himself and joining the CWU he eventually learned the skills and became architect but this brought back the old memories when he was enslaved and worked to near death so, he left for the outlands bringing some basic supplies and a bolt that he had wrapped in gold leaf, which he named "Lucky". After leaving the city he began building a cabin as he was building the house he was found by a group of rebels and brought, they did not trust him but since he was some what useful they let him stay but they made sure to keep him unarmed then the time came and he was brought with them to where we are now.
Items 3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing, 2- Melee Weapon (A hammer if available), 3- One Box of Ammunition, 2- Makeshift Repair Kit. (Free CWU Jacket, Blue Pants, Black Boots.
Jason didn't have too many friends in school. Growing up quite lonely, the Combine invasion only served to severe what friendships he had left. Never being particularly loyal to the Union, Jason joined one of the thousands of underclass, continuing his lonely, miserable life and barely living off rations. The newfound presence of horrific creatures have resulted in Jason becoming jumpy and paranoid.
*Character Backstory: Raised a city boy, made a man, forced a cannibal. An adventurous kid Micheal would always explore the City be it down the street from his house, or a place 10 blocks down. Growing up he'd end up becoming an archaeologist to full his adventurous nature; all would be well with this profession until an adventure into the endless sands of the Sahara began. This expedition, poorly planned by the staff, would lead the archaeologist to the middle of the Sahara desert at least 100s miles from civilization. After several weeks of constant exploration and time-wasting, the group would split into factions fighting over the last remaining resources, and most importantly food. This would lead to a large war between the groups causing them to kill each other. After Wesiah's group was victorious they'd share the food amongst each other, as they slowly shuffled along the Sahara desert they'd fall one by one. Wesiah eventually decided with rations low and half the group dying from heat exhaustion, they wouldn't need their flesh. After consuming a simple bite he'd become addicted. The rest of the expedition is unknown but it's presumed Micheal either killed or waited for his compatriots to die before eating them. Eventually, he'd return to civilization and take a plane back to America, as the Black Mesa accident was about to unfold.
You have 10 points. Use them wisely.
6- Random Rifle or SMG (May be bolt action, semi-automatic, new age or old. You will find out on spawn)
3- One Box of Ammunition (If not specified it will be the same as a Rifle or Handgun if that is chosen)
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
Free- Personal Trinket (Mainly RP related stuff. Watches, journals, etc.)
*Character Backstory:
Nastya was born in Ukraine, she lived a poor life among many others kids in her block, the truth is that she was abandoned, left at the door of what tought to be a family but in reality a shelter for the poor. She lived surviving and learning from those around her, her new family, fighting agaisnt the cold and hunger. When the combine came she was no stranger to harsh conditions, hidding from antlions and civil protection was the same as hidding from the police back then, allowing her to exceed in living a peacefull life as an outcast from the newborn Society of the combine rule.
Those around her always told her the same golden rule, stick to family, and so she did trusting only those who she knew she strayed from rebel and loyalist groups never picking a side always staying on her own. But with the arrival of the uprising will she be able to stay on her own anymore? Will the golden rule save her or be her downfall in these new dire times where enemies come in all colors and forms.
You have 10 points. Use them wisely.
6- Random Rifle or SMG (May be bolt action, semi-automatic, new age or old. You will find out on spawn)
5- Random Shotgun (Reference other weapons)
4- Random Handgun (May be a pistol or revolver. Again you will find out on spawn)
4- Three Fragmentation Grenades
4- Surgical Kit
3- Medigel Vial
3- One Box of Ammunition (If not specified it will be the same as a Rifle or Handgun if that is chosen)
3- Old Gasmask, 1 Filter
3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing
3- Handheld Radio
3- Stimulants (Are they hardcore drugs or just painkillers? Your choice)
2- Melee Weapon
2- Makeshift Repair Kit (Used in CraftRP)
2- Piece of Low-End Survival Gear (Your choice)
2- Flashlight
2- Sewing Kit
1- Gasmask Filter
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
Free- Personal Trinket (Mainly RP related stuff. Watches, journals, etc.)
Points aloccation:
2- Flashlight
3- Old Gasmask, 1 Filter
4- Random Handgun (May be a pistol or revolver. Again you will find out on spawn)
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
This time around there isn’t any other factions to apply for other than a regular refugee. You obviously don’t share the other refugees backstory of taking a boat here. Instead your character will either be apart of a smaller resistance cell named ‘Ace’ or a random refugee.
Survivor & Ace Application
--- Section One ---
*Steam Name:
*Steam ID:
*Discord Name & ID:
--- Section Two ---
*Character Name:
*Character Faction:
*Character Role(If applicable):
*Character Backstory:
You have 10 points. Use them wisely.
6- Random Rifle or SMG (May be bolt action, semi-automatic, new age or old. You will find out on spawn)
5- Random Shotgun (Reference other weapons)
4- Random Handgun (May be a pistol or revolver. Again you will find out on spawn)
4- Three Fragmentation Grenades
4- Surgical Kit
3- Medigel Vial
3- One Box of Ammunition (If not specified it will be the same as a Rifle or Handgun if that is chosen)
3- Old Gasmask, 1 Filter
3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing
3- Handheld Radio
3- Stimulants (Are they hardcore drugs or just painkillers? Your choice)
2- Melee Weapon
2- Makeshift Repair Kit (Used in CraftRP)
2- Piece of Low-End Survival Gear (Your choice)
2- Flashlight
2- Sewing Kit
1- Gasmask Filter
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
Free- Personal Trinket (Mainly RP related stuff. Watches, journals, etc.)
Phoenix Company Application
For those unaware, Phoenix company was the remnants of the HECU, thought to have entirely died in Maine some years after the invasion, in a last-stand against the Union that lasted several days. However there were some survivors who went underground. They’re older now, but still just as tough. The applicants will be hand-picked as I expect a high standard of RP from these guys.
--- Section One ---
*Steam Name:
*Steam ID:
*Discord Name & ID:
--- Section Two ---
*Character Name:
*Character Faction:
*Character Rank:
*Character Specialization:
*Character Backstory:
Positions open for HECU -
Lieutenant
Staff Sergeant
Corporal
Lance Corporal
Private First Class
Private First Class
Specializations
Marksmen(x1)
Shotgunner(x1)
Engineer(x1)
Heavy(x1)
Corpsmen(x1)
Riflemen(No limit aside from positions available in the faction)
You may not apply to have any other items - besides RP trinkets. You’ll be starting already heavily equipped.
Vladimir Yakov was an Everday Citizen before the Combine Invasion. He is a shy Man who always minds his own business and only cares for his close friends or Family Members. He dislikes being part of something bigger than himself and avoids confrontations with other Humans beings. It doesn't matter to him if they are Combine, Rebels, or Loyalists. After living a peaceful life in Canada that ended with the arrival of the Combine, he decided to make his way toward America in the hopes to leave the continent and returning to his home...to Russia.
You have 10 points. Use them wisely.
6- Random Rifle or SMG (May be bolt action, semi-automatic, new age or old. You will find out on spawn)
3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
Jessie Parker, son of a long time Chicago Gangster of old America. Nothing ever came good out of Jessie, as did his brothers. From a young age he was inducted into the gang life of urban America. Violence was the creed of the streets, and the only thing keeping his life together was his family.
His father George tried his best to keep him away from the gang life in Chicago, but when they moved to New York it followed him. In 1997 Jessie finally was put behind bars for dealing narcotics, spending years in a jail cell. When the portal storms happened, he saw little of it behind the prison walls and only heard of the horrors of the portal storms. When the Combine came though, he felt it. The prison walls fell, Jessie escaping with a band of misfits outside of New York to survive the waves of Union liberators. He would soon reintegrate his gang live back into the newly formed 'Ace' cell years later.
You have 10 points. Use them wisely.
6- Random Rifle or SMG (May be bolt action, semi-automatic, new age or old. You will find out on spawn)
3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
Free- Personal Trinket- Picture of family
Born a Cuban native in 1971 Roberto was forced into slavery and was relegated to cutting sugar cane and other crops due to his Father's outspoken hatred of the Cuban government. As he turned eight his family would begin planning with other families and organize an escape to the Floridian coast. Someone within the band of escapees would snitch to the government. Cuban Soldiers soon arrived to kill all of the asylum seekers. Since Roberto was away from the main group and his family would be able to sneak away onto the open ocean, as they jumped the first hurdle to freedom a large thunderstorm would begin forming. Poseidon’s wrath was severe and utterly demolished the raft. Roberto was the only survivor left; however, in a strange twist of fate, the storm shoved the ghetto raft upon the Florida coast saving Roberto’s life. As a young child, Roberto would fend for himself, eventually being busted by the police which led to his place in the foster care system. Foster care was tough, and for two long years, he would be stuck in the system until a new man stood forth. A darker man donning military boots, jeans, a brown T-shirt stenciled with "RECON", and a leather jacket to cover the ensemble. Roberto would stay with the man and be absolutely enthralled by his war stories about the man’s time in Vietnam. With all he's been through, the man named Felix would be impressed with Roberto’s vigor and adopted Roberto to be his own. Felix would play a massive role in Roberto's life as he went from a desperate child to an aspiring enlistee for the USMC.
Straight into the shit
Enlisting at 17, and shipping out at 18; the first three months of his military career wouldn't be much of a mental strain on Roberto. Getting into the Marine Recon would prove a real challenge, soon forging a friendship with another Cuban immigrant they'd be referred to as "Fidel's personal *spies." Upon passing BRC he'd be assigned to the 2nd Recon Battalion, 2nd Marine Division. As he was sent to his unit it'd be the perfect time for fighting in the Gulf War. Deployed in the bloody war he'd lose his new best to an Iraqi ambush. In yet another strange twist of fate for Roberto, he would be awarded a Navy Cross for valor during that same ambush. After the Gulf war, he'd return to the states with a thirst for another round of combat. The federal government noticed his vigor. Roberto soon received an invitation to the Hazardous Environment Combat Unit.
Getting too old for this shit
Dropped in via a V-22 Osprey, SSgt Roberto and his HECU team would be one of the first sent into Black Mesa. As a result of his bravado, his squad’s V-22 would be shot down. What occurred post-crash remains unknown
SSgt R. Luis (3rd from the Left) talking with his Platoon lead after their crashing landing at Black Mesa
You may not apply to have any other items - besides RP trinkets. You’ll be starting already heavily equipped.
Dallas Hue was born as an American citizen on April, 3rd 1973 in Port Alsworth, Alaska. Born into a poor and Ill-ridden family out in the middle of nowhere, 200 miles from the closest town. As he grew older from a toddler to a teen he became accustomed to the survivalist life-style needing to hunt and gather to eat, and survive overall being taught by his father how to hunt and purify water. When other kids were learning how to ride their bicycle, go to school, and drive their first car, Dallas was learning how to track, stalk, and kill. The nearly inhospitable cold adapted him to earth’s harshest temperatures. Later in his childhood, at 17, he had a falling out with his family. Causing him to slowly make his way south, taking odd jobs and trying to make ends meet along the way. One thing the harshness of Alaska taught him was determination and persistence. Once he arrived in the mainland US, he pulled himself up by his bootstraps and worked for a GED. After acquiring this, he realized that he did best when pushed to his limit, and felt that he wanted to be a part of something bigger. He decided to join the Marine Corps to serve his country.
Forged Through Blood
Dallas couldn’t have joined the Corps at a better time. The United States was looking for young graduates to join their ranks and fight in the Gulf War. This short, bloody war was enough to give him plenty of experience for real combat and the reality of war. Near the end of the war, he was wounded in combat and given an honorable discharge. By the time he fully recovered, the war was over. Though he had seen his fair share of fighting, he still had a thirst for more. Though peacetime would not be able to quench that thirst. Even though he wasn’t fighting, he showed exemplary work in PT and joint exercises. He was eventually recognized for this good work and offered a position in the Hazardous Environment Combat Unit, or HECU. He was then transferred to Black Mesa. All was well, until it happened…
The Day the World Went Away
What should have been a standard day turned into an event that changed the world forever. Dallas couldn’t believe what he heard on the radio, and neither could his fellow soldiers. The reports of strange alien creatures seemed like some sort of joke exercise, but it was anything but a joke. Fighting through the facility was the bloodiest combat he had seen. When the fight started, Dallas went in with his Squad of 13, when he ‘escaped’, only 4 of them remained. Barely escaping the ensuing nuclear explosion, they didn’t realize that the worst day of their lives was going to be just as bad as the rest of their lives.
Character Name: PFC. James D. Wester Usually known as "Wester"
Character Faction: Phoenix Company
Character Rank: Private First class
Character Specialization: Engineer / Rifleman
Character Backstory:
|PRE-WAR/UPBRINGING|
Private first class Wester born April 29th 1979 is one of the more "Younger" members of the group (Often being picked on or given the more tedious/shitty tasks due to this) having been raised in Scottsdale AZ as the second child of an ranking Airforce Officer and a homemaker Wester was often vying for attention in his family his then brother "Ross" Was the favorite of the family who would go on to outshine him as he often did to Westers dismay and anguish this would go on through-out their childhood, From milestones to sport-teams it wasn't until he'd finally devised a plan in the mid 90's as High-school drew to a near end Initially Wester had planned to go the route of his father but having had fairly average GPA And ASVAB Scores he wasn't really a candidate for his chosen dream of "West-Point", However he'd managed to make it into the United States Marine Corps and managed to get into special operations due to some connections he'd Managed to make whilst within eventually being selected from a pool of Special forces candidates for special training low and behold wester was re-assigned from his original intended deployment to a very mysterious and hushed programme, Very few had openly spoken of the program some even didn't believe it really existed but in the end Wester seemed to of had finally managed to beat his "Brother" In One thing "Better late than never?" As the Marine was often heard saying.
|BLACK MESA INCIDENT& THE PORTAL STORMS|
When the Incident at black mesa had occurred Wester's Platoon within the HECU curiously enough wasn't deployed to the facility they had trained relentlessly for months on end often to the point where a small handful of recruits had snapped or otherwise began slacking in-order to escape the brutal monotony of training, However despite all this Wester remained Steadfast in his sense of "Duty" He'd finally had a purpose dammit! and would be damned if he was going to fuck it up and he'd finally found his "Tribe" So to speak where he'd finally fit in and didn't have and so.. he remained patiently waiting for a deployment that ultimately wouldn't come in the way he had ever expected, In the aftermath of the Black Mesa Incident Wester's unit was activated somewhere In Arizona to assist local authorities and national guard units in helping to contain the mess that had befallen the state of Arizona...this would rage for months as the Marine would experience horrors and some of the very worst parts of humanity some of which have still managed to leave a mental impact upon him today...and to this day he feels squeamish whenever he comes across a turned off tube tv due to one particularly disturbing incident experienced in a flat during the peak of the riots and looting caused by the storms.
|ZERO HOUR & THE BIRTH OF "THE COWARD"|
2003, May, Date unknown, Unremembered. The day the earth had stood still in a mere span of a few hours as Wester and his colleagues were thrown into absolute chaos after months and months of literal hell on earth from the portal-storms Wester had reached a breaking-point mentally instead of staying within Arizona alongside his comrades and fighting to the death. The young mentally scarred and exhausted marine just "Turned Off" So to speak, Running off to Tonto National Park where he sought refuge from the Biblical level chaos within the cities as he ran off in a bid to save his own skin, For roughly 4 months after the world had fallen silent Wester had lived independently relatively off grid surviving by hunting small xenian game that resided within the forest and trapping rain-water using an intricate rain-catching system rigged using his HECU equipment and some things he'd found scattered around he managed to just barely survive as his supply of food and water became more and more scarce he lived rather primitively for majority of his time held up within his cave only turning his radio on at 11:30 Am each day for exactly 10 Minutes in-order to preserve batteries often getting nothing but static or the odd out-of range looping emergency alert system broadcast on the verge of fully losing hope...often leading to feelings of existential crisis within him, "What If I'm all that's left?" What if I'm alone" "You'll never see anyone again because you're a coward and couldn't be man enough to save them" Would often be the thoughts which bounced in the back of his mind as he laid awake at night staring into the dark abyss of the cave constantly battling with his inner thoughts and conscience. until the day he managed to pick up some distant though curious broadcasting chatter...
-----------------TRANSMISSION TRANSCRIPT-------------------------------
[374Mhz]: *Static is heard buzzing through the radio as per-usual...when suddenly.*
[374Mhz]: "------Ca------s-----"
[374Mhz} "----Castle, Thi-----" **In an overly excited fervor Wester dashes over to his radio nearly tripping and falling face first as he grabs the radio pressing down the button and shouting, Screaming. Hoping for any semblance of human contact...but to no avail** [374Mhz]: "---Castle, This is King, The Phoenix has risen, Repeat, The Phoenix has risen!--"
**An Audible series of beeps are heard signifying moorse code, Visibly shocked Wester scrambles to try and log the code in-order to try and decipher it.** [374Mhz]: "----C---, King, re----- these co-ordinates... grid-------1341,-3-24--2.36..756----234----"
[374Mhz]: "Affirmative, We---can'------liev-------, It'------"
[374Mhz]: "Sh-------, Th------, Wat-h--n-----"
-----------------**Finally the radio clicks dead**-----------------
|THE EXODUS|
Wester slams his fist down his face turns to one of sheer rage as he slams the dead radio against the rocky face of the cavern in a blank fit of rage and reaches into his knapsack grabbing a fairly large map to which he spreads out across the dark room using the light of the dying fire to try and plot a course to the reported co-ordinates using a pencil he'd stored. Planning to spend only another night within his former dusty tomb "The Coward" ends up packing his things and setting course to try and investigate and possibly rendezvous with his comrades, There are feelings of somber sadness as the reality of leaving the safety of his cave...much like his great ancestors once had upon their exodus of the caves thousands of years ago Wester felt emotionally vulnerable...like a scared baby bird that had been thrown out of the nest by it's mother pink and featherless he'd begun the journey to find his fellow "Marines." or whoever the hell it was on the other end of his radio the chance of meeting another living breathing human being was more than powerful enough to push him forward, Hell or high water.
|THE ENCOUNTER.....|
After what had been a rather chaotic trip scowering the wastelands of Arizona Wester had come across some rather disturbing horrors in the "Outlands" but nothing would compare him for his first encounter with "Them", Members of the Combine Synthetic Ground Forces...initially believed by Wester to be some form of eldritch horror he nearly stumbled within 800 feet of a Synthetic patrol featuring two hunters and 7 Synth Soldiers patrolling the countryside near a column of destroyed and incenerated military vehicles clearly mortified by these otherworldly beasts he'd only seen extremely briefly beforehand the terrified Marine ran into the nearby forest running in a sheer panic for what had seemed to be miles only stopping once his lungs had physically felt as though they were on fire, He then fell to the ground resting for mere minutes as he began trying to recover closing his eyes as he lay on the dead grass floor of the forest huffing and puffing until a familiar sound....A river! had hit his ears, As he lumbered up off of the ground he made his way towards the river only to discover it had been horribly horribly polluted and what was more he'd noticed "Things" floating within the river....bodies to be exact, It appeared that in the aftermath of the chaos from the war many deceased had found themselves washing up arguably miles from the cities. Eventually the need for water became a priority once more for him as he scrambled to try and de-contaminate and filter the river's water only just barely managing to create a fire doing so against his desires lest a fire attract the beasts patrolling the countryside discover him...However his efforts weren't for naught as he'd managed to filter a small amount of water roughly two cups worth allowing him to hydrate enough to make it another day.
|THE FEW THE THE PROUD|
After what had been roughly two months on the road of surviving partially off the land dodging bandits and a few very very close encounters with Synth units Wester had finally made it to the co-ordinates "The Promised Land" As he'd often told himself the solitary journey had come to an end after roughly 9 Months in Isolation with extremely limited human contact for some time wester had developed a difficulty in speaking his speech had been stunted for sometime for nearly two months upon his discovery by the remnant HECU Marines when he was captured near a shack outside the facility and brought inside for Interrogation, Initially they'd believed him to be some sort of "Collaborator" or Spy (due to his beret flash which was stashed in his rucksack) of sorts who had been sent by the Combine as he later learned the name of the enemy who caused the hell on the surface, Slowly but surely the Combat Engineer began slowly re-gaining his humanity after nearly an entire year in Isolation without even as much as hearing another human voice he would here develop friendships amongst the other survivors often participating in boxing matches with the other marines in the off time he wasn't conducting maintance on the base and it's vehicles or systems.
"Free RP Trinkets"
=A 1/64 Violin/Fiddle Confiscated sometime during the Portal storms from an apartment building during martial law=
Positions open for HECU -
Lieutenant
Staff Sergeant
Corporal
Lance Corporal Private First Class
Private First Class
Specializations
Marksmen(x1)
Shotgunner(x1) Engineer(x1)
Heavy(x1)
Corpsmen(x1) Riflemen(No limit aside from positions available in the faction)
Born in May 19th, 1962, Jonathon is one of, if not, the oldest surviving member of the Pheonix company. Originally a part of the marine's, he was picked out to be a part of the HECU group due to his resourceful attitude demonstrated continually and consistently in both training and missions. Training vigorously, Jonathon was a Corporal at the beginning of the Black Mesa incident, leading a squad personally into the depths of Black Mesa.
When the order was given to start eliminating scientists, Jonathon refused the order, instructing his squad to instead aid or at least ignore any scientists they came across. Their efforts were for naught, however, as, with no clear evac and a situation so chaotic, that no science personelle were able to be saved by the group. The squad had also suffered quite heavy losses - much of the squad sustaining heavy injuries and a few losing their lives during the battle.
Despite this, Jonathon requested a demotion on return from the op. Angered by the order to fire on civilians, and ashamed at his failure to protect his squad, Jonathon has rejected any promotions since. This, on top of his disregard for rank in general, has historically caused tension within the HECU.
Jonathon recognised the inevitability of humanity's defeat first during the Seven Hour War. Jon didn't surrender, however, focussing on doing what he could to preserve himself and the Phoenix Company as a whole. Later during the suicidal last stand, Jonathon instead contributed to a small group that had instead decided to evac and go underground.
A small girl, almost childlike in appearance, the group found her sitting next to a mauled body and covered in blood, but otherwise intact. Since taking her in, no one has managed to get a word out of her, she simply sticks to the group and seemingly dreads the idea of being left alone again.
While the girl didn't refuse to join a fight so far, it was clear even the sight of the unholy monsters roaming the lands made her shiver in terror. Outside of combat, the girl quickly managed to become useful to the refugees, kindly repaying them for their protection; she holds the group's medkit and has shown promise as a makeshift nurse.
You have 10 points. Use them wisely.
6- Random Rifle or SMG (May be bolt action, semi-automatic, new age or old. You will find out on spawn)
5- Random Shotgun (Reference other weapons)
4- Random Handgun (May be a pistol or revolver. Again you will find out on spawn)
4- Three Fragmentation Grenades
4- Surgical Kit
3- Medigel Vial
3- One Box of Ammunition (If not specified it will be the same as a Rifle or Handgun if that is chosen)
3- Old Gasmask, 1 Filter
3- Kevlar, General Protective Clothing
3- Handheld Radio
3- Stimulants (Are they hardcore drugs or just painkillers? Your choice)
2- Melee Weapon
2- Makeshift Repair Kit (Used in CraftRP)
2- Piece of Low-End Survival Gear (Your choice)
2- Flashlight
2- Sewing Kit
1- Gasmask Filter
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
Free- Personal Trinket (Mainly RP related stuff. Watches, journals, etc.)
1- Food/Drink Item, x2
2- Sewing Kit
4- Surgical Kit
3- Medigel Vial
Personal Trinket: a small notepad and pencil for basic communication.
*Character Role(If applicable): Engineer
Gear:
Random Hand Gun - 4 points
Kevlar - 3 Points
Makeshift Repair Kit - 2 points
Food and Drink Item x2 - 1 point Trinkets - A Set of Blueprints, BiomechanicalProsthetic (works like a normal arm)
Free Items - Military Hat/Bennie, Glasses, Cotton Gloves, Grey Pants
*Extra Notes: This is a version of a character I've played on a few servers, including on Willard Main, so while some stuff has stayed the same in each iteration, I normally make most of my backstory on the fly, with the help of the server lore. So a version of this character did die in I17, and since this is a non-cannon event I wish to bring back the character, be it a different version of it with a lot of backstory changes.
I would also like if possible PET flags for the character, as it would make my role as an Engineer way easier, I have been granted it in the past such as in Blood on the Sands, and with my first character in this event. If I can't get them, that's cool too.
Extra Extra Notes: Hero-9 is the best CP, all others can suck it
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