Ransom Weston/deadhead CCA Application (ACCEPTED)

Out Of Character

What is your average total play time on our server?: I've only been on for about an hour, but I very thoroughly enjoy my experience, and continue to do so.
What makes you want to join the force?: I've always loved Civil Protection roleplay. On top of that, I want to help your server, and I'm a very good unit.
Have you been on the MPF force on any other server? If so, what rank did you reach?: Yes. I've been the Sectorial Commander three times. I've been everything inbetween RCT and SeC.
What is your experience on HL2RP as a whole?: I've always loved it. I've been doing it for eight years on two separate accounts. It's always held my gaze.
15 line RP example as a CCA unit.
Legend:

i4.782 is me.

i4.506 is my patrol pairing.

Yukin Ahajin is the pistol owning citizen.

Distressed Citizen is the citizen informing us of Yukin Ahajin, a pistol owning citizen.

**i4.782 and i4.506 are patrolling the plaza of the industrial district of winter-gripped City 17, stun sticks clipped to their belts, they walk along the sidewalk, scanning the alleyways and streets for any sign of intolerable behavior by citizens. They seem a bit on edge, being entirely new to the CCA. A Distressed Citizen is sprinting on the sidewalk, toward them.

*i4.506 unclips his stun stick, staring down the Distressed Citizen uneasily. He shouts, "Hold it right there!"

*i4.782 unclips his stun stick as well, keeping his eyes trained on the Distressed Citizen.

*The Distressed Citizen stops, placing his hands on his knees, panting heavily. He raises his head slowly, the malnourished citizen struggling for air. He managed to say something in broken English, clearly foreign. "Man! Tall, taller than you!" He points to i4.782, who was 6'4". "He have gun! He is at Apartment Seven-Eight-Two! He will hurt people if you do not hurry!"

**i4.506 clips his stun stick to his belt, nodding to i4.782, who does the same. They gave the man 10 loyalist points for his cooperation, bringing up their personal data pads, a blue-glowing combine created device that has a personal database and a link to the Nexus Database. They then radioed in for permission to arrest and detain the said citizen, to which the online Divisional Leader of UNION said, "10-4, remember your training." Jogging in their gear, they immediately headed for the apartment complex.

*i4.782 arrived first, quickly grabbing the two handles on both doors and twisting them, pushing the doors open. He held the left one for i4.506, and then immediately sprinted forward, toward the staircase.

*i4.506 followed close behind as they both ascended the staircase, headed for said Apartment Seven-Eight-Two.

**The two unholstered their pistols as they ascended to the fifth level, heading down the hallway.

*i4.782 lined up on the right side of the door, raising his pistol to aim at the lock. He stood there, waiting for i4.506 to line up on the left.

*i4.506 caught up with him, and lined up. He raised his pistol as well, looking at him and nodding, flicking off the safety and chambering a round.

*i4.782 flicked off the safety as well, before stating quietly, "Stack. Set. Breach." and firing a round into the doorhandle, jamming the lock out of place and pushing the door open a bit. He then pushed the door open with his foot and stated, "Inject."

**i4.506 headed inside, and immediately ducked as the man was aiming his pistol at the door. He fired a round, and i4.782 rounded the corner, aiming over i4.506. Both of them opened fire, both combined firing three rounds. Two landed in the man's shoulder and neck, and he shouted, "Fuck!" stumbling backward and staring at both of them in horror and agony. He lunged backward, kicking off the chair and crashing through the window. Suicide.

**Yukin Ahajin was the man with the pistol, the anti-citizen, that was hunted down that day. He had attained a pistol through induction into the city's resistance, and his roommate, the aforementioned Distressed Citizen, had no idea why or how he had attained the pistol, and assumed the worst. Yukin was not going to hurt anyone, in fact, he aimed to help the citizens, by giving them food, water, acting as a sleeper agent and supply line to hungry, malnourished citizens. That day, he would rather preserve the freedom that the rebels experience and their idea, the want and hunger for liberty that most citizens in the city feel, then get captured and tortured by the Universal Union for information and eventual exposure of the rebellion right under the Combine's noses. And he did this, by jumping out of the window, crashing through the glass and freefalling ten stories to an explosive, gruesome, but quick, death.

**I4.506 and i4.782 quickly headed downstairs, reporting the summed up version of the incident, including the suicide and deadbody, through the radio, before reaching ground level and exitting to the plaza. i4.782 gagged, and i4.506 looked away, both clearly disgusted by the site of red paste and shattered bone, internal organ paste, brain, et cetera. Using a Union distributed pressure washer, they sprayed the snow and Yukin Ahajin covered sidewalk with a high-powered beam of water, pushing the fluids into the sewer drains and gathering the bones and non-liquid objects like the uniform into a bag. They clearly did not enjoy this task, i4.506 throwing up, and both constantly gagging at their task at hand and the general site. They especially gathered the shattered 9mm pistol, and after pulling the broken bits apart with their hands to fully disable it, threw it into the trash bag. Citizens looked at the site with disgust, the blood-covered metropolice looked like criminals at this point in their eyes.

**Once they were done with the horrid cleanup, they headed back to the Nexus, and gave their Divisional Leader the full report on the scenario. He awarded them both with a promotion, for their good work beforehand and the clear-cut and very linear way they dealt with the situation, the way the Universal Union heavily respects. They went on to continue their patrolling, skipping their meal, even though usually, they would be hungry, because of what happened. A strange incident, but such are not uncommon in the Combine-occupied cities.

In-Character

Name: Ransom Weston
Age: 36
In-Game Description: A 6'4, African American male. He is wearing a blue citizen jumpsuit, brown boots, and a white undershirt.
Concise Backstory (2 paragraphs, 4 lines each):

         Ransom Weston was born into a life of hate, abuse, and rejection. His parents claim him as an, "accident," and never treated him right. When they weren't shooting up drugs or doing some other illicit activity, they were physically harming him. He grew up cooking for himself, cleaning himself and his clothes, learning everything on his own. This only motivated him, as he was able to withstand all this abuse and more, the school system hammering down on him. Eventually, he graduated from high school with honors, and went on to MIT to graduate with two degrees, one in nuclear engineering, and one in finite math.

        After the Seven Hour War, Ransom Weston traveled from city to city aimlessly. He pondered his existence, why, and how, the Universal Union found Earth, and what he would do next. Eventually, he decided to become a loyalist. He helped the Civil Protection whenever he could, and made his fair share of points. Transfering to City 17, he made the decision to outright join their forces, aiming to bring sociostability to the industrial district.

Motivation For Joining: I wish to help the Universal Union any way I can, especially if that means putting my life on the line for them, for such a risk would only mean equal reward for both I and Our Benefactors.

Stellar application. +

Makaveli, would you please stop with the two word appraisals? Alright, deadhead. You had an amazing line example and somewhat unique backstory. Accepted

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