Re: Combine Civil Authority Applications

[Overwatch]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Harbinger


Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:5442731


Your Character(s) on the Server: None as of yet.


In four or more sentences, explain your "to be" Recruit's past:

"Air Control; This is Echo-Six taking off from Runway Zero-Six"
"Uh. . . Right This is Air Control, copy that Echo-Six. Your cleared for take-off on Runway Zero-Six."

The AH-64 banks slowly to the right; inland.

"Echo-Six-Alpha com check."
"Echo-Six-Bravo reading you Alpha."
"Great. . ."
"Something on your mind?"
"First the portal storms back in '04, but. . . Something actually coming out of the portal shit? This is insane, I mean, are we -actually- fighting right now. Six god-damned years on?"
"Stow it Alpha, keep focused, it all dies the same."
"Remains to be seen."

A loud pop echos the room; Followed by a small explosion. . .
. . . Of champagne fizzing overhead, striking into an odd mix of glasses and splashing down over the floor.

"Happy Eighteenth!" A thunderous chorus of voices sing out in surprise, almost knocking Gillian off her feet. Lights flicker on slowly; Energy saving bulbs; in the small flat-apartment, reflecting off the black lino floor, and damping against the matte white leather sofas, turning the large wall sized window facing the street into a mirror, flooding out the night with a repeat of everyone inside the flat.
"Oh come on!"
Her father comes along, wrapping his arm around her, comforting her.
"It's happening honey, just be happy we're all in the same room for once."
"T-Thanks dad, I think."

Thunder rakes the skys over the apartment, fuzzy flashes barely visible streak past the windows.

"And be glad we didn't go for the garden party like last year, eh?"
"And the year before that, dad."
"Oh shush."

The party mingles for a buzzing three hours, laughing and cheering, most people drunk and others finding a small corner to reside in for the night. The cake lies on the kitchen table, small and unimpressive compared to the expensive veneer oak table.

"Echo-Six-Bravo, you uh. . . Seeing this?"
"Yeah alpha, it's the walkers from the briefing, don't engage, intel said they're like dogs."
"Dogs?"
"They can't look up, dumbass."
"What? Dogs can look up."
"If they could look up we'd be Deep Sixed by now."
"Fair point, but dogs can still look up."
"Contact on the right! Enemy Fast-Mover!"
"Engaging, spool up the M230, I can't lock!"

A vigorous punch knocks the apartment sideways. . . As a door slams hard, the party empty and Gillian sitting on a sofa, crying quietly.

"I can't hold it! Tail's out!"
"Clear the damned coms! Let them know where we're going down!"
"Fuck! Watch the buildings!"

Another strike of thunder clashes the apartment before Gillian's whole world turns black. The door eases open slowly again. . .

The room was wrecked, but the ceiling. . . The floor. . . The walls were all slick crimson. The father took a second to take in the fact a mangled wreck was lodged into the room, before he noticed the rotors  shuddering around, connecting the pieces and promptly vomiting on the floor, what was left of his daughter.

"Ec-Fuck-Ech. . Ec- Fucking. . . Tanner!"
No response.
"Echo fucking Bravo, tell me your alive down there."
No response.

Looking down, Alpha saw the nose was more than crushed inwards, and Bravo was still down in the gunner seat, bent inwards, his arms locked back over his head almost reaching up to him. Coughing away the acid in his lungs, Alpha unclipped his harness and pulled himself out the side of the smashed cockpit, slipping into slicked blood seeping from the cockpi-- No, No, No, No. Alpha pulled himself up, looking to the Apache and noticing there wasn't any blood leaking, he turned around, leaning against a wall and observing.

It was a room, parts of veneered oak splintered into the walls like missiles, parts of. . . humans, resting around the room casually. Alpha knew war had sick ways of twisting an individual, but this took the cak-- Cake. . . Resting on the edge of the slaughtered oak table was an Eighteenth cake, candles out, it looked white, but it was stained crimson, almost black. Alpha started moving towards it, but for some un-explainable reason he was being carried off to the side with frightening speed. As he looked up, he already saw the wreck and its entry point slipping out of view as he slipped along the lino out of the apartment, into the cold, waiting, concrete.

Flinging himself up with the same force he landed with, Alpha launched out of the bed almost vertically, as a few people nearby were shocked.

"Hey, hey, hey. Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"Whurrmae"
"Shh-shh, the painkillers have kicked in, well, morphine to be honest. Your in triage center in the center of the city. Rest!"

Alpha didn't need much convincing, his body had started shutting itself down the moment he started moving again, slumping back into the bed with a rocking sway.

His bed swayed again, followed by fire-crackers.
Pulling his head-dressing off to see better, he noticed clothes by the bed; promptly getting dressed out of the triage blanket.
He walked outside the small tent, noticing a group of heavily armored people, with glowing blue eyes. He wasn't aware of any thermals or infrared sensors that ran blue hot or blue cold, but that thought barely passed his mind as two, pristine white-clad troops ravaged his mind, something was wrong with th-- One eye, they only had one; glaring; red; E-- Cut short, his mind paced further away from him, and the ground raced forward to compensate. Alpha didn't see the rifle that knocked him out, where he woke up, he wished for that moment, that waking up was impossible. The metal frame holding him hummed along without a response to his waking moment.


Traits that this Character Exemplifies (You will be using this as a base to develop your character's personality.):
Natural Leadership and Organizational skills, but sub-par fighting skills.


How long have you been with the Hyper Gamer Network?: 2 Years


What (if any) past experience have you or do you have with Half-Life Two Roleplay, and/or Combine Roleplay:

Part of Kuromeku's Original HL2 Script when it still looked like a mix of darkRP, Became a DvL, Led OTA For Relentless Roleplay, Our Benefactors and briefly for Mobius Gaming Servers before it stopped. Became a DvL on Relentless and an OfC on MGS, EpU On Our Benefactors.


For what reason are you involving yourself in the Combine Civil Authority: It's what I do best, and I love it.


Wonderful detail in your background. I like how you strayed from a simple story, and made it an actual experience for the reader. Accepted.