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"British!? No, I am fackin' australian, cunt! The one n' fackin' only!"
[PERSONAL INFORMATION] |
"Me name? George- George Jockey, mate."
"Aliases? Eh- Just fackin' call me Dundee, mate."
"Me bloody CID? Fack if I remember, and why do YOU care, huh!?"
"Me SC number? Mate, I am a fackin' underclass, go figure!"
"Gender? Are ya fackin' serious? Want to take a look in me pants or somethin'?"
"Age? Uh.... That's a good question for once- I don't even know, prolly forty-three now. Fack me, I am starting to get bloody old. Thanks for sourin' me bloody mood, mate..."
"Date of birth? I was born on the Eleventh of August, Nineteen Seventy Four. Now, lemme tell ya, mate, it was-- WHAT!? YA DON'T WANT T' FACKIN' LISTEN?! WANT ME TO SMACK YA!? Ah.... stories are for later? A'ight, mighty sorry."
"Place of birth? Melbourne, 'straya!"
"Current location? New Geneva, mate- that's what me best mate calls this lovely place 'ere, besides - you should know!"
[MEDICAL RECORD] |
"Just do your bloody thing and write the shit down, mate!"
HEIGHT: 6'2
EYES: GREEN
HAIR: NONE
FACIAL HAIR: BUSHY BEARD
ETHNICITY: AUSTRALIAN
BLOOD TYPE: B+
GENERAL HEALTH:
MANY BRUISES AND SCARS OVER UPPER TORSO AND ARMS, OVERALL APPEARS TO BE IN GOOD HEALTH
MENTAL STATE: STABLE
-BEHAVIORAL NOTES AND TRAITS-
BRAVE
STRONG
ADRENALINE JUNKIE
SHORT-TEMPERED
UNLUCKY
OUT FOR BLOOD
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"Appears as an easy-going and open person, likes to treat people equally, although he reserves judgement. Likes to crack jokes left and right, curses make a good part of his vocabulary (As he puts it - "It's part of bein' an aussie cunt!"). Apparently he also fancies hunting, umm... 'cunters', as in THE Hunters - which are, well, combine synthetics. I suppose I will add 'retarded' to his list of mental disabilities..."
CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS ADMIRES | RESPECTS | FRIEND | ACQUAINTANCE | DISTRUSTS | DISLIKES | HATES (ASK TO BE ADDED) |
Yuri
"He's like a lil' brother to me, that is if my brother was a midget- I guess that makes him an extra lil' brother. Anyway, he's one of me top scorin' fackin' mates on this 'ere list, yeah. Whenever we're hangin' out together, a shitshow is sure to follow. Fackin' love this manlet, haha."
Dev
"Prolly me second top scorin' bruce. What can I say - he's a good man; he always helped and was good company, too. I loved takin' a bloody stroll through the outlands and goin' cunter huntin' with him, oh those were the moments... but then he got captured by these fackin' transhuman twats, and now he's gone... A retribution shall follow, mate. I give you my word."
Lucia
"Oh, she's a true sheila, a total babe... Her cookin' skills are otherwordly, she's an angel incarnate. She saved me from the grasp of the masked twats more than once, I would have been a goner by now without her. I wish there were more women like her. Also, I heard she got married to Hunter, which is rather surpring 'cus he was a total pleb- nah, I am just kiddin'... but seriously, I feel so sorry I didn't manage to save your husband... I truly am."
Hunter
"A great man, fighter and a leader. To be fair, I never expected him to be any of the above, but he really proved me wrong. I respected the man, liked his company and... failed to save him when it mattered. I hope you are still alive, but I know full-well it is probably not the case..."
Dismas
"Ah, Dismas... A purebred retard. He really disliked this term - 'retard', but I guess he's off to a place where it doesn't matter anymore. Despite his obvious mental problems, he was a reliable ally when it mattered and I liked to tease him. His company wasn't bad either. Rest in Peace, mate... if only you hadn't rushed through the fire."
Sofija
"She was one of the people who pulled me out from the state of 'just existing'. I wish you were still here, I wish I were strong enough back then to save you from those transhuman bastards... but I have avenged your death and made up with Sailor. I hope you can rest in peace, knowing I did my best to keep the promises given. Rest well, Mila..."
Sailor
"A leader, a fighter and a retard. Retards shouldn't lead people, Sailor. Sofija's death is on you as much as it is on me. You decided to run and hide while we made our stand against the transhumans. Though I haven't seen you since the time we built New Geneva, I hope you're still alive. Do make sure to remember - I am sticking with you solely because I made a promise, and I ain't risking my life blindly following your lead... not anymore."
Syrthal (Sam)
"A vortigaunt, a funny one at that. Called me a 'bald fack', which was bloody hilarious. I called him a 'fackin' gungan twat'. There's mutual respect between us, and that's good to have with vorts. He and one of his friends saved my life with their magic, and for that I owe them a great deal. I hope you're still kickin', mate."
Alice Liljeström
"A lovely woman, had a good but brief chat with her, but fack me if her name ain't difficult to spell, crikey. Saved her from some vortigaunt freak one time she got lost in the slums. I wonder if you're still alive, hopefully that vort didn't just fackin' gobble you up somewhere..."
Konstantin Mikhailov
"Him? He's a crazy fackin' russian with crazy ideas, a close competition for the biggest retard around these parts sometimes. Funny, knows how to handle himself and is rather lucky, I'll give him that- first time I met him, he was just some random slummer tryin' to suck up to the big rebels - well, we helped him. He stuck around, helped us in the fight against transhumans, so he ain't a coward. Wherever you are, keep up the good fight!"
Benny
"The progenitor of Puppy - a xenian blob of cancer, I mean. He helped the stinky bugger grow and even run some experiments on the thing. That's most likely what made me think of him as an egghead, his unhealthy curiosity of the alien and unknown, it will prolly be his undoing one day, but I hope I am wrong. Anyhow, he's a friend and he's got the spirit to fight. Keep on doin' that, mate."
Fishbait
"An unlucky sod who fell into the water on the beach, I fished him out. Gotta say, he's lucky I was around though, otherwise he'd have been Leechfeed instead. He was mighty thankful, seemed like a decent man so I helped him out a bit in his quest to become a 'part of the resistance'. No clue what happened to him afterwards."
Arran'Sha
"Why do ya's always pick these weird and hard-to-spell names, ya vorts... Anyhow, he's one of Sam's friends- a healer or a shaman of some sort. It's partly thanks to him that I am still walking this earth, for which he has my undying gratitude. Thanks again, mate! I will treat ya to some crab or antlion meat sometime... or just help ya's in your hunts or whatever - your pick, I am available, heh."
Wildcard
"She's a fiery sheila, that one. She has the survivalist know-how, prolly 'cus she spent so much time in the outlands, or just outside the Combine's jurisdiction. Though, one glance at her and you'll see- she struggles with a ton of shit in her mind. The last time I spoke with her she was doin' a'ight, so maybe- just maybe, she still is. Ehh... hard to fackin' know bein' stuck in New Geneva like I am, BUT - I hope you stay alive, if not for yourself then for the people who prolly still care, me included."
Lucky
"Another one of me very good mates! He's a proper fackin' bruce like the rest of 'em, yeah. Me, Yuri and him used to always hang out together when we were starting out in the underground, helping each other out and getting the same scars from cunter huntin', heh. I haven't seen you in a very long time, mate- I hope you are doin' somewhat well, it'd be a total bummer to learn you're dead..."
Captain Jackson
"Cap'n-fackin'-Jackson! Heh, he is a proper scottish cunt, let me tell ya's! I dunno, first time I met him, it somehow just clicked - must 'ave been me Aussie nature, heh. He's a decent guy, willin' to offer his assistance and treat me to a drink if need be, though the first experience drinkin' with him was rather shit. I dunno what became of him... it's been a while since I last saw him. Hopefully he's still alive, but I wouldn't probably bet my money on that."
"He's like a lil' brother to me, that is if my brother was a midget- I guess that makes him an extra lil' brother. Anyway, he's one of me top scorin' fackin' mates on this 'ere list, yeah. Whenever we're hangin' out together, a shitshow is sure to follow. Fackin' love this manlet, haha."
Dev
"Prolly me second top scorin' bruce. What can I say - he's a good man; he always helped and was good company, too. I loved takin' a bloody stroll through the outlands and goin' cunter huntin' with him, oh those were the moments... but then he got captured by these fackin' transhuman twats, and now he's gone... A retribution shall follow, mate. I give you my word."
Lucia
"Oh, she's a true sheila, a total babe... Her cookin' skills are otherwordly, she's an angel incarnate. She saved me from the grasp of the masked twats more than once, I would have been a goner by now without her. I wish there were more women like her. Also, I heard she got married to Hunter, which is rather surpring 'cus he was a total pleb- nah, I am just kiddin'... but seriously, I feel so sorry I didn't manage to save your husband... I truly am."
Hunter
"A great man, fighter and a leader. To be fair, I never expected him to be any of the above, but he really proved me wrong. I respected the man, liked his company and... failed to save him when it mattered. I hope you are still alive, but I know full-well it is probably not the case..."
Dismas
"Ah, Dismas... A purebred retard. He really disliked this term - 'retard', but I guess he's off to a place where it doesn't matter anymore. Despite his obvious mental problems, he was a reliable ally when it mattered and I liked to tease him. His company wasn't bad either. Rest in Peace, mate... if only you hadn't rushed through the fire."
Sofija
"She was one of the people who pulled me out from the state of 'just existing'. I wish you were still here, I wish I were strong enough back then to save you from those transhuman bastards... but I have avenged your death and made up with Sailor. I hope you can rest in peace, knowing I did my best to keep the promises given. Rest well, Mila..."
Sailor
"A leader, a fighter and a retard. Retards shouldn't lead people, Sailor. Sofija's death is on you as much as it is on me. You decided to run and hide while we made our stand against the transhumans. Though I haven't seen you since the time we built New Geneva, I hope you're still alive. Do make sure to remember - I am sticking with you solely because I made a promise, and I ain't risking my life blindly following your lead... not anymore."
Syrthal (Sam)
"A vortigaunt, a funny one at that. Called me a 'bald fack', which was bloody hilarious. I called him a 'fackin' gungan twat'. There's mutual respect between us, and that's good to have with vorts. He and one of his friends saved my life with their magic, and for that I owe them a great deal. I hope you're still kickin', mate."
Alice Liljeström
"A lovely woman, had a good but brief chat with her, but fack me if her name ain't difficult to spell, crikey. Saved her from some vortigaunt freak one time she got lost in the slums. I wonder if you're still alive, hopefully that vort didn't just fackin' gobble you up somewhere..."
Konstantin Mikhailov
"Him? He's a crazy fackin' russian with crazy ideas, a close competition for the biggest retard around these parts sometimes. Funny, knows how to handle himself and is rather lucky, I'll give him that- first time I met him, he was just some random slummer tryin' to suck up to the big rebels - well, we helped him. He stuck around, helped us in the fight against transhumans, so he ain't a coward. Wherever you are, keep up the good fight!"
Benny
"The progenitor of Puppy - a xenian blob of cancer, I mean. He helped the stinky bugger grow and even run some experiments on the thing. That's most likely what made me think of him as an egghead, his unhealthy curiosity of the alien and unknown, it will prolly be his undoing one day, but I hope I am wrong. Anyhow, he's a friend and he's got the spirit to fight. Keep on doin' that, mate."
Fishbait
"An unlucky sod who fell into the water on the beach, I fished him out. Gotta say, he's lucky I was around though, otherwise he'd have been Leechfeed instead. He was mighty thankful, seemed like a decent man so I helped him out a bit in his quest to become a 'part of the resistance'. No clue what happened to him afterwards."
Arran'Sha
"Why do ya's always pick these weird and hard-to-spell names, ya vorts... Anyhow, he's one of Sam's friends- a healer or a shaman of some sort. It's partly thanks to him that I am still walking this earth, for which he has my undying gratitude. Thanks again, mate! I will treat ya to some crab or antlion meat sometime... or just help ya's in your hunts or whatever - your pick, I am available, heh."
Wildcard
"She's a fiery sheila, that one. She has the survivalist know-how, prolly 'cus she spent so much time in the outlands, or just outside the Combine's jurisdiction. Though, one glance at her and you'll see- she struggles with a ton of shit in her mind. The last time I spoke with her she was doin' a'ight, so maybe- just maybe, she still is. Ehh... hard to fackin' know bein' stuck in New Geneva like I am, BUT - I hope you stay alive, if not for yourself then for the people who prolly still care, me included."
Lucky
"Another one of me very good mates! He's a proper fackin' bruce like the rest of 'em, yeah. Me, Yuri and him used to always hang out together when we were starting out in the underground, helping each other out and getting the same scars from cunter huntin', heh. I haven't seen you in a very long time, mate- I hope you are doin' somewhat well, it'd be a total bummer to learn you're dead..."
Captain Jackson
"Cap'n-fackin'-Jackson! Heh, he is a proper scottish cunt, let me tell ya's! I dunno, first time I met him, it somehow just clicked - must 'ave been me Aussie nature, heh. He's a decent guy, willin' to offer his assistance and treat me to a drink if need be, though the first experience drinkin' with him was rather shit. I dunno what became of him... it's been a while since I last saw him. Hopefully he's still alive, but I wouldn't probably bet my money on that."
FACTION RELATIONS ADMIRES | RESPECTS | LIKES | NEUTRAL | DISTRUSTS | DISLIKES | HATES |
[CITIZENS, LOYALISTS AND UNDERCLASS]
"The common folk; plebians, rats, opportunists, mongrels... and some legends mixed in-between. There's so many shades of shit you'll never get tired, mate. Do stay cool when dealin' with any of 'em, ya's can never be too careful nowadays- such are the times..."
[THE RESISTANCE]
"Bloody fackin' legends all of 'em... Well, most of 'em at the very least. We are a family, we bleed and fight together. We grieve for those we lost in our fight against the Combine menace and we make sure to avenge their deaths. We will see our world free of the Combine cancer one day- some day... maybe I won't make it, but so what? I will make bloody sure to put in every fiber of my being into the grander scheme of things, so we may stand a chance; EVERY. LITTLE. BIT. MATTERS. Brothers, sisters, legends, retards - stand up and fight for the future of all humanity, for our liberation and the breaking of our shackles in the final hour of our struggle. May God bless the Resistance and Australia! Right, Dev?"
[THE VORTIGAUNTS]
"The gungans, aliens and the otherwordly. They defy the very logic of our existence with their vortessence and other wacky shit they do. Most of them recognize our collective struggle and we fight together- it's good to have allies such as them gungans. Still, there are some who remain unconvinced of humanity and are willing to use people as a simple means to an end in their fight against the enslavers. To be fair... I can understand their point of view. Perhaps I am changin' into a fackin' gungan myself? Oh crikey..."
[CIVIL WORKERS UNION AND CMRU]
"Loyalists, conformists, rats and opportunists whom the Combine sought to reward for their citizen duty. They are the cog in the machine which spins the rest - without them and the citizenry, most of the system collapses. Some of them still know what it means to be human and not just a mindless drone blindly doing their masters bidding... though, a good portion is just that - a drone, a simple and cowering worker ant."
[CIVIL PROTECTION]
"I can't even count how many times I've been beaten or driven into the muck by some high-n'-fackin'-mighty twat hidin' behind a mask. Most are simple monsters without any morals, playin' God or fulfilling their sick power fantasies- bloody mongrels, all o' ya's. They killed many of my friends, executed them in ways only a true fackin' beast could. Cosmic justice is a thing, and if not me or someone else, you'll still get what's coming for ya's, one way or another. The ones who are like Arbiter, you know what to do; Kill your commanding units and join us in the Resistance, there may still be salvation at the end of the tunnel."
[THE TRANSHUMANS]
"Mindless drones programmed to seek out, maim and kill any and all dissidents daring to stand against the Combine regime. They work like terminators in that aspect- meticulous, cold-blooded killing machines. They aren't unkillable however, in fact, I killed plenty of 'em in my time with me trusty Cunt Blaster. Don't bother takin' them captive or torturin' them, just put a bullet in their brains the first opportunity you get, they wouldn't even blink before doin' the same to ya's. They are rabid animals and should be treated as such. Do us all a favour and euthanize them fackin' transhuman pricks."
THE BACKSTORY |
PRE-WAR PERIOD
George always wanted to go out and see the world and for that he picked... Europe, of all places - specifically France. It didn't exactly matter to him anyhow, since being stuck in Australia seemed like the shit end of the stick to him in comparison - probably because of all the shitty critters he had to share his space with, and we're not talking about his co-workers here; oh, the folly of youth. Well, he learned to hate the french pretty quickly; he found their talk rather repulsive, as well as their custom of eating... slugs. Why would anybody in their right mind eat bloody slugs? At the very least he enjoyed the new experiences, if nothing else...
His sightseeing tour ended abruptly however, with the arrival of the portal storms - an aftermath of the Black Mesa incident for which you couldn't have prepared, because why should you even? What's America's incident got to do with Europe? Unfortunately for the people around the World, and George, it would mean quite a lot. The portal storms wreaked untold havoc and caused many, many deaths. Alien creatures materialized seemingly out of thin air, butchering and claiming the lives of those unfortunate to be within their vicinity. George had seen with his own eyes how a small, four-limbed alien jumped on top of a waitress in a nearby cafeteria as it came out of nowhere. The woman screamed and screamed as the interterrestrial critter took over her body... this was one of the few horrible experiences which etched itself into the mind of the misplaced Aussie.
The days were mere specks of dust on the grander scale of time, simply coming and going... George's life was here and now, death always waiting for him just around the corner, but that's just how it was. He hated this life, he hated that he had to survive in... France. Why? Why did he decide to come here, why couldn't he have stayed with his fellow Aussie brethren. Perhaps the things weren't as bad there as they were here - or so he hoped. He couldn't contact his family, every attempt was met with an eerie silence; Australia was seemingly on its own, just like the rest of the world.
The brewing unrest was at a boiling point, and one day the french people in Paris have had enough - a massive protest erupted which quickly devolved into nothing more than a riot. Then came the Gendarmerie, these units didn't hesitate at all; they gave a single warning and then started shooting. The whole situation died down rather quickly; George was watching from an upper floor of an abandoned hotel which he decided to loot, as the french slaughtered their own - it didn't exactly surprise him, that's just how it was now and these people decided to commit group suicide... a dozen or so bodies littered the streets and the stench of death filled the air... and so another day passed by.
THE SEVEN HOUR WAR
It was now May of 2004. George spent the last few years in Europe trying to survive the aftermath of the portal storms. Even though it was the middle of spring, this morning was rather chillingly cold and George wasn't exactly looking forward to getting out of his warm bedding... he was still shit-faced from the last night of drinking - a little something he found in someone else's stash, they wouldn't need it anyway since they were most likely dead by now... and why let the good stuff go to waste? Well, as George was battling with the hungover, an eerie sound of sirens blaring filled the air - it was never a good omen, never.
The portals started appearing again, much bigger in size - George was standing nearby a window of his hideout, watching as something flew out of the otherwordly portal, it wasn't anything he had seen before, nothing like the monsters he was already familiar with. It was somethig else entirely. Then came more and more, as if an army... or a legion from hell decided to descend upon the wretched French soil. He saw as the remnants of the french army mobilized and fought with the invaders, fighter jets scrambled to intercept the strange gunships, but to no avail. The slaughter was of immense proportion... and it lasted only mere minutes, or so it seemed in George's mind. His hideout was hit by a stray blast from one of the tri-legged creatures which battled a few french MBTs; as much as he hated the french, he was still cheering for the indomitable human spirit... but risking his life simply to watch the events unfold was a huge health hazard, and so George decided to hole up in the basement.
The world was filled with an ominous silence again, just like the day of the riot - a sudden event his mind decided to bring up. Unfortunately, this time it was even bloodier. As George decided to come out of his hiding spot a few hours later, he scanned the area carefully, only to see a dozen vehicle wrecks burning, a tri-legged creature brought down and the streets full of corpses, some visibly not even human. George moved through the streets from cover to cover, from building to building. He wanted to find out what happened in the end... if the French somehow managed to repel these aliens. Then came a sudden broadcast over the remaining speakers - an announcement, "Earth has surrendered. Our benevolent Benefactors agreed upon our terms and wish to welcome us into their Union" - the Aussie couldn't believe what he was hearing. What of Australia? They couldn't and wouldn't surrender, he was sure of that... Well, he wouldn't find out for a very long time. New Order was in place, and George didn't like it one bit - suffice to say, he hated these alien invaders even more than the french.
Feelin' a bit trolled?
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