Enclave - Leadership Application - GRAB YOUR BACKSTORIES IF YOU WANT THEM

Started by Plunger, 04-06-2010

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Plunger


If your going to be active, and think your worthy of leading the faction fill out the application below:


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[b]Current President:[/b]

[b]Role before bombs went off:[/b]

[b]Role of Vaults:[/b]

[b]Location of Main Enclave Forces:[/b]

[b]Do you help Wastelanders?:[/b]

[b]What is your role in East Commonwealth:[/b]

Mangoman

#1
IC Information:
Name: Gibson 'Jaws'  Ovander
Age: 40
Height: 6'2
Weight: 215 Lbs.
Eye Color: Hazel
Blood type:  O-
Physical Description:
 Ovander is a Well built and healthy man, for being forty, and has grey hair. His face has stress lines past his years, and a slight hair line recession, only noticeable if you are looking for it. He has a medium sized brow, that is usually furrowed, covering his beady eyes. His eyes are sometimes bloodshot, and his pupils seem to be slightly bigger than average. The left eye has a scar on it, from the tear duct up to his eyebrow.  His eyes are spaced evenly apart and have an average-sized nose running between them. His teeth are spaced out in the front, bet return to a normal distance towards the back. He has a very slight underbite, and his prominant jaw does good with showing it.
  Ovander's neck runs down to his broad shoulders, which support average sized arms with thick forearms. His chest is usually puffed out, supported by his straight spine; from all those years of standing at attention. His torso connects to his thick pelvis and hips, supporting his femurs, one with a metal rod down the middle. His legs stretch pretty far, and he has a big stride, aided further by proportional feet.
Backstory:   After going through basic education, Ovander was astounded at all the things he could become; Soldier. Well, not many things.
 Ovander was just another grunt that the Enclave would need for the Oil Rig. He had to be able to hold a gun and shoot, or, if you were REALLY talented, you had to do both at the same time! Well, he was the first person in the group to get used to power armor, but everyone got it eventually. The only unique thing he had about him was the abiliy to order people around. At first, his lip did no good, it just annoyed people. But, eventually, they listened, and they would do as they were told. So, no doubt he had been  promoted to Sergeant when they had to choose squad leaders. Gold sticker for him!
 He grew older on the Rig, helping maintain order and the troops, and was promoted to Major eventually. He learned how to fire a Lazer rifle the most accurately on the rig, and that gave him hope of one-day being able to ACTUALLY USE HIS TRAINING. But then, one day, his hopes went up.
 They had heard that the squad he was going to lead were supposed to train for an upcoming expedition. As the C.O. on this mission, he would have to train the squad himelf. They trained, no more than average, but no less. When he said the training was over at 7, it was over at 7. While other squads were training, and getting done at 7:30, they'd already have all the showers taken. When the day for assignments to be issued came, he thought they were ready. Hoping he would get the West-coast assignment, he got the Commonwealth.
  As they passed over the Commonwealth, Ovander knew it would be like what he thought. Shit. After landing, and setting up a basecamp, they were tasked with the trivial means of collecting samples and looking for survivors. Well, they found survivors, but not what they liked. It seemed to them, that after years of radiation and contamination, mutants were rampant across the land. And, even worse, if that was the case, the "Normal" looking ones must be contaminated too. The radio in his ear had just given new orders. Destroy the mutants, so America can be re-established.

"Well, I can see a town in the distance, how much ammo we got?"  

OOC Information:
OOC Name: |HGN| MangoMan
Steam ID:STEAM_0:1:24297242
Time with HGN: A year
Time RP'ing: A little over a year.
Leadership Experience: I have no real organized faction leadership experience, but I do think that I can handle the responsibilty. I also currently have leadership of BOP, but I don't think a bandit group counts.
Quiz
:
Current President:
Role before bombs went off:
Role of Vaults:
Location of Main Enclave Forces:
Do you help Wastelanders?:
What is your role in East Commonwealth:

Pending - Proper Application, passed quiz.

Pawx

#2
IC Information:

Name: Jeremy Grigs

Age: 36

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 240 Lbs.

Eye Color: Blue

Blood type: A+

Physical Description:
Jeremy face says it all, a man with a horrible experience in fighting, covered in Bandages and Wounds, his forehead full of Wrinkles, looking past Forty Years Old. His Short Brown hair covers most of his forehead for a reason, and his Bright Blue eyes dim with much light. He has broad shoulders, his arms covered in Bandages aswell, but also, carrying farely fit Muscles with it. His Stomach is covered by a Long, Bandage from a large Blade, striking across his Stomach.

He usually hunches, seeing he had a long history of helping others with Mechanical problems around the Rig. His back is surprisingly bare, the only Non-Wounded location on his body. His legs seem rather fit, small wounds covering his legs due to a small fire on a rig. He also has small Facial Hair, A Goatee, covering some of his chin.


Backstory:
Jeremy Grigs was a Soldier of the Enclave, believing and hoping in the Enclaves main goal, to Rebuild America. He always dream't of the day that the Enclave would stand and finally rebuild what was there's. Sadly, everyday, he lost hope in that goal, seeing what really lied out in the Wastes. Jeremy was usually sent out to Scout out areas and collect samples, the usual grunt Missions and Tasks. He would always surprisingly get hurt on every Task, having the luck of a Black Cat. The Enclave Soldiers though of him as a Unlucky Bastard, but his Commander saw something else in him. One day, the Commander stepped up to Jeremy, asking for him to a Personal Training session. The Training Session was no normal one, it was to train him on his Orders and Tactics.
The Commander was impressed when he finished the Session with a Perfect Time and Score, the Commander had no doubt that he was to become the next Sargent of the Enclave. He was soon promoted Sargent, being assigned into a Small Squad, him as the Squad leader. He was later never getting sent into Missions, always hanging around the Oil Rig, waiting for a Task to be given. He would usually help others with the Machines on the rig, having Trained in Mechanical Engineering. After a couple of weeks, he was finally sent on a Mission to scout a building out, rumored to be filled and living with Mutants. With a Squad by his side and advanced Weaponry, he cleared the Building of Mutants and collected some old Files from the Pre-War. His Commander was most impressed with him, promoting him to Major. He was assigned to a bigger squad, again, being the Squad leader and having Highly Skilled Soldiers by his side. He was sent on bigger Missions, mostly on scouting for lost files and missing data for the Enclave, he was finally gaining hope again in the Enclave, soon, completely believing in them.
A few weeks later, Jeremy got a assignment to Scout out the Commonwealth with various Enclave Soldiers. Him and his squad were sent to a Base Camp built inside a Old Apartment, the place was out of shape and smelled horrible. Jeremy didn't know what the Commonwealth was like, he thought of it like any other Mission he had, a easy one. But to his surprise, it was a living Hell. Jeremy and his Squad later on scouted forward to to a Old Residential building, it seemed alright, until Jeremy set off a Trip wire, sending a Wooden Spike at him. He quickly drove back as another trap was engaged, behind him came a shotgun blast, Lucky for Jeremy, he wasn't close to the blast, but his Squad were Unlucky. He lost One Soldier and a Injured Soldier to the Shotgun Blast, he knew they wouldn't last long. As he moved through the building, he encountered several Muntant's, many of them killing his Squad off, he had little to no time to escape the building before they were doomed. They quickly looked for a escape route, finding a door in the back of the building, again, it set off a trap aswell, several rounds of Shotgun rounds headed there way. Jeremy was shot once, taking cover behind the wall, for the others, they were killed and hurt to the point were they couldn't walk or go on anymore. He treated them as much as he could, but to no avail, he left the scene, limping off to the Base Camp to tell about the grim news. They quickly ran to him, His Commander with them:

"Son, Are you hurt? Where is your Squad?!"

"There dead, I did the best I could to help them.."

"That's a Shame..

"But...I did scout the house.."

"Well then, It wasn't a complete lost..Take him in! Let's go!"

Jeremy never liked Commonwealth at that point, naming it "Devil's Paradise" for a reason.  But he had a duty, and he had to accomplish the goal of the Enclave.



OOC Information:

OOC Name: |HGN| Pawx

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:13778615

Time with HGN: 9-10 Months

Time RP'ing: Since I was Seven.

Leadership Experience: I have lead many Factions and Groups with other Communities and this Community as well (Power Brothers).


Quiz:

Current President:

Role before bombs went off:

Role of Vaults:

Location of Main Enclave Forces:

Do you help Wastelanders?:

What is your role in East Commonwealth:

Pending - Proper Application, passed quiz.

Ralazo

#3
IC Information:

Name: David Derk

Age:34

Height:1,74 Meter (Characters Height)

Weight: 78 Kilo’s (Character Weight)


Eye Color: Blue/Grey (Character Eye Color)

Blood type: O+
Physical Description: A slightly thin man with an athletic build. Has dark brown hair and Blue/grey eyes. He has small eyebrows and a small but noticeable scar under his right eye.
(His teeth are in perfect condition. His nose is slight pointing to the right as you look carefully to his face. He has some slightly noticeable facial hair under his mouth. His lips are tiny compared to his nose which’s  looks funny in some directions when you look at his face. He has strong legs after the long training and some noticeable muscles in his arm.

Backstory:



"Younger years."


David Derk, born on the Poseidon oil rig grew up as a healthy boy, son of a important man in the Enclave. David's grandfather was a high ranking Enclave Officer, who had 2 sons, one of them was his favorite one, which is now David Derks father. David’s uncle is a Enclave soldier on one of the Enclave outposts. They never hear much about him.  His mother died giving birth to David, David growing up without a mother missing a women's care in his life.
However he never knew her his father was rather rough and he never spend a lot of time with his son.
Being too busy with his work. He barely saw his son. Still his father was very protective about his son,
David was always in his quarters with the door locked.
The Poseidon oil rig, a massive steel structure retrofitted for military purposes, was David’s home.
He was a quiet but smart boy. He liked to play on the rig but his father’s paranoid concerns over his son’s wellbeing caused him to be overly protective. David was restricted only to his quarters and the surrounding portion of the rig, reserved especially for officers; as he grew older, David began to realize that it was his personal prison. He once read a book about a war which happened long ago. The war in Alaska, the book was entitled “Operation Anchorage”. The Chinese happened to invade Alaska using by the US fortified positions to hold ground against the US troops. His grandfather was one of the leading officers despite he was still young he had already reached a good relation with the leading there General Constantine Chase. A few months after Alaska got reclaimed by the US Military David’s grandfather flew to Poseidon oil rig together with  various other important people as they prepared for any nuclear or biological attack. A couple of months later the great war started and bombs fell.
David’s father saved various pictures and medals from his father as David was obsessed by them and wished to be such a great leader too. David used to spy on the military trainings but got caught two times resulting in his father locking the door of their quarters.
Concerned with his only son and heir, David’s father was extremely conscientious about David’s stunted height to the off-white shine of his teeth. Despite the pleas and dedication of David’s father, the Enclave doctors could not do anything about David’s appearance, particularly his height. Feeling his father’s disappointment in him, David only wished that he could do something to fix that, to make his father proud to call him, “his son.”

"Too busy." 
Years passed and David grew slowly, reaching the length of 1.74 M. Eventually, his focus on height faded as he figured out another way to earn his father’s respect: military training. When he was old enough to begin training, he was the first to enroll in the rigorous training.
The first months were difficult for him. His father was a proud man who expected much of his son, but David wasn’t used to an active life where being in a physically and mentally weary state was a constant
ordeal. Morning push-ups, Power armor training, condition training, shooting on the firing range and not to forgot to run around the WHOLE rig 25 times were just on daily basis. He wished every day that he had to stop, but was too scared to say it. Several training and conditioning sessions a week made the first months tough, but he went on to make his father proud.


"Training, “sigh” and training."
Years passed, David succeeded in finishing military school.
He was put into a squad as squad leader. Insisted by his father he got promoted to trial-squad leader by the Enclave army commander. The squad trained on daily basis. He kept them fit and ready for an eventual mission.  He also spent some time with his father who told him about his ancestors, all of whom were soldiers or political figures of a significant stature. As he listened to his father speak about them, about how proud his father was about his family, David inspired to succeed, and afraid to fail and disappoint his family’s lineage.

"Scared."


After spending some time with his father, David’s fear of spoiling his family’s lineage increased. His father expected much of him, and he had taken care that David would get his own squad to lead and train. Days passed and David, quietly regretful of his father’s determination, was assigned to his own squad.
The day started badly already as he woke up too late and missed the early parts of the training. As he came into the mess hall, he saw his squad members sitting on a table and talking a bit. As one of them notices David they quickly all stand up and salute. David salutes back slowly. As he notices the soldiers see he’s nervous, David just stands there and stares at the soldiers. The soldiers start to mumble about him, followed by some light laughter. He was just standing there, unknowing of what else to do, “like an idiot” he heard one soldier say. He couldn’t control his own lips as he tried to yell something. Suddenly he thought back of his father and then thought, “I have to do this.” He moved towards the table and then ordered “Move it outside. We might have missed the first training, so we’re going to make up for it by doing twice as much.” One of the soldiers says “But it’s lunch soon. It’s not ou-”
Suddenly David yells “Move it outside, now!” The soldiers mumble as they move outside, David follows them. As the men march out of the mess hall, the mess hall officer takes note of David’s sense of authority.

“Time to gear up and move out.”

Weeks pass and the training progressed. David gained an attitude to keep his soldiers close to him. As they came to accepted him, he came to know and care about the soldiers in his squad. As their respect for his attitude and abilities grew, he was permanently assigned as squad leader. His father came to him later on the day. “This your chance son. The Enclave is sending out a squad on a recon mission to scout the East Central Commonwealth to find out what’s left there.”
Later on the day he was nominated for that mission.
He was eager to begin his new mission but curiosity and doubt soon clouded his enthusiasm. “Could there still be life down there? If so, what would it be like?” Days passed as David obsessed about the mission, researching extensively on the East Central Commonwealth to discover exactly what he should expect.

" I'm proud of you son."

 
Then the day arrived they would leave. His father came to him, laughing and hugging him.
“I’m proud of you son,” he said, “finally you can go on your own, you deserved this.”

Sounds of rotors are heard in the distance. David looked through the window of his father’s room and sees the Vertibirds approaching. Suddenly he hears his father’s voice behind him, “Ahh, your transport has arrived. Go on, son. Make me proud.”
David felt his father’s strong hand on his shoulder as they watched the Vertibirds come closer. He wished that the moment would be forever as he realized it could be the last time seeing his father.
As David sat, staring out of the Vertibird’s window, thinking back on the events and decisions in his life, he sees the wasteland below.  As he views the landscape, with ruined buildings sticking out of the ground, he thinks, “I am ready for this.”



OOC Information:

OOC Name:Ralazo

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:2518239

Time with HGN: 5/6 months. ( Registrated later)

Time RP'ing: 2,5 years.

Leadership Experience:
I’ve been a CP elite unit on my previous community leading basically every squad there was. I’ve also had my own squad.


Quiz:

Current President: 

Role before bombs went off:


Role of Vaults:

Location of Main Enclave Forces:

Do you help Wastelanders?:

What is your role in East Commonwealth:

Pending - Proper Application, passed quiz.

Paintcheck

#4
((Alright so the timeline got changed a bit but I'm going to keep the character similar to the one I had from my old app for this. Biggest difference is this character is now a girl just for fun. Obviously going to change the dates a bit to fit))

IC Information:

Name: (Character name): Erica "The Demon" Sinclair

Age: 33 (DOB October 29, 2203)
Height:5'11

Weight: 130 lbs

Eye Color: Steel Blue/Gray (Google it, it's a real eye color)

Blood type: A+

Physical Description:
Tall and lean, Erica has steel blue eyes (google it, sort of like greyish/light blue) and dark blonde hair. Her hair falls to her upper back, possibly against regulations but she usually wears it in a braid to keep it out of her eyes. Despite being a veteran soldier she has no scars or other relics of old wounds. Her skin is fairly tan, she usually does not walk around in Power Armor unless about to go into combat. Typically seen around base wearing a t shirt or tank top and shorts to stay as cool as possible in her power armor. Her armor is painted black with asymmetrical red stripes running over it. The stripes are in no particular pattern and look eerily like blood splatters. On her right thigh she carries a revolver which is something of a family heirloom. She does use it in combat but it also serves to emulate General Patton of World War 2 fame.

She has slender, dexterous fingers and when bored or restless often spins a pen, cartridge or coin between them. If one of those is not handy she will play with her hair. She is relatively soft-spoken, patient, and methodical, though when her long fuse does burn all the way up she can be quite explosive. She strives to be better than those next to her, feeling that she has something to prove. This attitude has made her an effective soldier but she is also lonely and shy since she tends to drive others away. When agitated or upset she tends to narrow her eyes and furrow her brow a bit, although she will likely try to keep her voice even at all times. She believes that every soldier in the Enclave is a valuable asset and does not deem any task beneath her, often eating in the same mess as the lower ranks or visiting the mechanics as they work on the Vertibirds. Has disdain for Wastelanders and deems them to be less than human.


Backstory: (Three Paragraph Minimum)

Like most of the Enclave, Erica is descended from a wealthy and influential West Coast family. The Sinclairs were a political force, hugely influential in West Coast politics though never actually holding office themselves.
The first Sinclair to serve in the Military was Robert Sinclair. Deployed to Alaska in 2066 to stem the Chinese tide, Robert quickly demonstrated an almost reckless bravery, earning him a squad leader position in the 56th Lightning Power Armor Division. After smashing the Chinese at Anchorage, the 56th was deployed to China. The 56th rampaged across China with a viciousness not seen since Sherman's infamous rampage across Georgia in the Civil War. The 56th was pulled off the line in late September 2077 and returned to the United States. Having seen firsthand the carnage in China, Robert knew that all-out nuclear war was very likely and he and his family made sure to get onto the Poseidon Oil Rig (where most of the nation's power relocated). The bombs fell in October 2077.

Erica was born on October 29, 2203 on the Oil Rig. She followed the path of the rest of the family, enlisting in Junior ROTC during school and continued onto Power Armor training once she graduated ((I have no idea if ROTC was around on the Oil Rig, just go with it ok?)). A devoted history student, Erica was determined to carry on in the footsteps of Robert Sinclair (who was a minor legend for his actions in Alaska and China) as well as the great General George S. Patton.

In 2220 Enclave scientists finally perfected a new version of the venerable power armor worn since the Great War so long ago and Erica volunteered to be trained in that as soon as she was old enough.  Found to have a brilliant tactical mind in simulations, Erica was sent to Officer's training.

Erica abhorred Officer Training, feeling it a waste of her talents and a job for cowards to lead from the rear. Although she was an excellent tactician, she yearned to be in the field. During her free time he made sure to keep current in weapons training. She favored precision over brute force, and quickly grew attached to laser rifles for their accuracy. She was also fond of an old revolver that had been passed down through the generations of the Sinclair Family since before the Great War. She continued to train, hungry for some of the glory Robert gained.

Despite her excellent mind for military work, her single-mindedness and determination to be better than the rest of the (mostly male) class made her become distant and somewhat of a loner. While her lack of close friends improved her focus, it also made her become somewhat shy and lonely.

Above all else she yearned to deploy. Living on an Oil Rig in the middle of the ocean, well, that life was rapidly getting old. Wide, open spaces and cities, like those in the stories from her youth about better times appealed to her. She finally got her chance in 2230, leading a squad in a short recon across Southern California. It was there she tasted combat for the first time. She personally killed 4 super mutants cooling putting lasers through 3 of their skulls. The 4th she killed using her bare hands and a parking meter. If anyone doubted her combat prowess before, she laid it to rest with every swing of the metal meter against the super mutant's skull. Her squad returned to the Oil Rig with no casualties.

During the next 6 years the Enclave spread out further and further and Erica continued to make a name for herself. Finally, in 2236 the Enclave decided to push towards what they dubbed the "East Central Territories" and establish a Commonwealth there. Erica was selected to run the operation, having proved herself a capable leader. As the Vertibirds lifted off she cradled her laser rifle and watched the stars move across the sky. By morning they would be on the ground.

OOC Information:

OOC Name: Paintcheck

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:8219116

Time with HGN: About a year and a half now

Time RP'ing: For years. Started with Forum RPs on various communities, TSRP in 2006, Gmod RP for about 2 years.

Leadership Experience: Community Supervisor here, hosted 4 different TSRP communities and been an admin on more than I can count, Coleader of Freedom, leader of the Birds of Prey, and irl captain of my school's water polo team for 2 years.


Quiz:

Current President:

Role before bombs went off:

Role of Vaults:

Location of Main Enclave Forces:

Do you help Wastelanders?:

What is your role in East Commonwealth:

Pending - Proper Application, passed quiz.