Trader Application Thread (Faction Traders needed!)

[Steven :D]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Steven :D Space Communist
Length of Time Spent at HGN: a Month and a couple weeks, almost 2 Months give or take a few days.
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:15171330
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:


Yes, i know it doesnt show me asking because i dont know how to see the Messages I've sent! Confirm with Paint if you dont believe me!


Why do you want to be a Trader?: Because i've never been a trader on SRP and i think it will help me roleplay "Better" knowing more roles on the server.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Im not in a faction, But if i do join one Not yet, but if i do it wil be Freedom)
Your Traders backstory:
By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes, i agree

accepted

[Crimzon_Reaper]

Steam Friends Name:Crimzon_Reaper

Length of Time Spent at HGN: A year more or less.

STEAM ID: Will fetch.

Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?: I've been a Trader in the past, freelance mainly. It was extremely fun to RP and never got boring, I really wanna have another go at it.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Black Rain - Yes, I would like to be said faction's Trader. Welshy has consented to this.

Your Traders backstory:

He who is known only by 'Reaper' both in name and profession:

The room was an endless black sea, not even a mere light to end it's dominance over the vision of all. There 'it' sat solemnly, in a crudely crafted cage of iron and steel, inches thick to say the least. Just outside kneeled one of them, one of the men whose sole purpose for the past six years had seemingly been to torture the one they name "Reaper" endlessly, for no obvious result . . .

It had started a whole seven years prior, when Reaper was but a child, frolicking gaily amongst infinite pastures of rich green, interrupted only by the swaying trees which graced the magnificent landscape. Rather enjoying the company of possibly the most perfect friend possibly achievable, "Michelle", Reaper had not one care in the world, save for the ability to continue the delightful play.

But as is the way of nature, good things are never to last. Upon the muddy back-country roads traveled two sleek black 4x4 utility vehicles, swirling streaks of dust stalking them as they progressed. Moment by moment they drew closer and closer to the duo playing upon the bonny banks of what was previously a flowing river, now congested with crisp blades of grass.

The children descended into the minature valley as the mysterious vehicles rolled to a snappy halt upon the crest of the hill. A figure stepped briskly from the leading vehicle, strolling casually towards the second to converse hastily with the driver. From the second vehicle stepped another man, armed with what seemed to be the scope of a hunting rifle, with which he scanned the floor of the valley for the two children at peaceful play. As they were spotted, the man from the first vehicle was immediately informed of their presence, and set off down the hill, content that the package he was to retrieve was currently skipping around obliviously, not fifty meters from where he originally stood.

Not but a moment after he had set off, two men did emerge from the lead vehicular, armed with rather crude looking firearms, modified to become high-rage tazing devices. With flawless accuracy, they positioned themselves upon a small verge, overlooking the shallow valley below, ready to fire on command. The command, which arrived but moments later.

As the children stopped to gaze upon a chance encounter with a wild cat, high-voltage projectiles crusaded through the thin air, their target marked as the children's backs. The projectiles hit merely a moment later, sending the children hurtling to the ground, convulsing heaps of mindless flesh writhing on the floor, knocked straight into darkness by the terrifying experience.

What happened next is unknown, it was never to be documented. For good reason to, for if such a story came to be viewable to the ever watchful eye of the public, a majestic uproar it would cause for sure.

Reaper's eyes cracked open but a moment before snapping shut once more, even the slightest light touching the eyes stung with the intensity of the bright yellow sun . . . The bright yellow sun which had once sailed through sapphire skys over-head, but was now hidden from sight, instead replaced with dull grey walls, and a filiment bulb. As Reaper's eyes openned a second time, the initial stinging had subsided, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the light within the room. The only thing to meet his gaze was the grimy wall, and a stool standing tall in the center of the room.

The sands of time slipped past, an eternity spent within the confines of a concrete prison represented in a sole hour of excruciating mental pain. But then, the door seemed as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer, as moments later, it creaked open. Following the opening was one "Erbaum Struert", some evil Neo-Nazi scientist, go figure, intent on experimenting on making unique individuals even more unique . . . And deadly.

The man paced briskly towards the cage, stopping outside of it. Shadowing him on either side were his personal assistants, who placed themselves outside of the cage's small door. Wordlessly, they opened it. Reaper could only watch on in dismay as one of the assistants stepped inside, and grabbed his head, showing off the eyes, teeth, and fragile yet aggressive attitude which Reaper possessed.

Content with the bounty he had snagged, he silently twists on a heel, and walks off towards the door, accompanied in tow by his assistants.

Over the years that would pass, Reaper would be forced into extremely demanding training regimes, coaxed into complying with the captors in return for food, drink, and entertainment. Not only this, but experiments too were run upon Reaper's body, reflexes, hearing, eyesight, dexterity . . . Each improving with every passing day, all nine-hundred and seventy-four . . .

Present day, day number nine-hundred and seventy-five. Reaper looks over to the man by his cage, the pitch dark not making the slightest difference to his vision up close. The thudding of footsteps echo throughout the barren corridors, drawing ever closer to the room . . . The repetitive drumming was only interrupted by guns roaring, and bullets soaring to unknown targets.

By the far entrance to the room, another man lies heavily against the cold wall, having already been wounded, and experienced trouble standing upright. For minutes they sat there, two men listening to the sickening acts of violence being imparted within the facility as Reaper wordlessly gazed at the door to his cage, hanging ajar with no constraints.

The footsteps stopped as numerous thuds were heard passing through the walls, the chatter of voices outwith the room filling the air. Using the coincidentally provided distraction, he edged towards the cage door, gently easing it open, careful not to make even so much as the slightest peep. Upon successfully passing the obstacle, he silently slipped out from the cage, standing aside the man nearest to his cage, glaring with spite to the man's right temples. With only a moment's notice, a fist raced towards the man's forehead, connecting flawlessly, causing the man to tumble to the side and hit the thick floor with a dense thud, blood seeping from the man's cranium to redecorate the floor.

The second man spun around as an oddly high-pitched sound rang into the room from the door, aiming his AK into the black void before him, trembling in fear and shock. Reaper circled towards the man's side, preparing to pounce on him, before the mid-section of the door was blow inwards by an explosion, four men garbed in jet black suits piled into the room, the lab assistant was delivered a special treat from the nearest man, a molten lead starter served with severe pain, followed by a desert of drawn-out death.

Reaper, however, was subdued by the leading man and dragged out of the room without the slightest regard for his well-being, lead through the corridors by the cuffs on his wrists as if some human dog, growling in pain as the metal dig into his skin . . . As the men disappear into the welcome grasp of night on a CCTV camera, so does a significant portion of our story.

All to truly be known at this point is, Reaper has suddenly reappeared back in the Zone in the public's eye, and he's hungry for money, that powerful drug that has been his addiction for a life-time, for it was one of his few keys to settling down at some point in his life, to enjoy the finer points of his existence.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: I do agree to the Terms and Conditions.

Accepted..

[Chaos]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Chaos
Length of Time Spent at HGN: 13 months
STEAM ID: I'll get it next time I get on srp
Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?: I am a trader but I switched factions and im no longer on the roster
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Yes, Freedom
Your Traders backstory:
    Maksym Olesky was always had high expectations. His dad was a Military Leader and his mom had perfect grades. Though he could never beat his mom, at least he wanted to join the Military. Well Maksym was born in Ukraine and for a long time had very little thought about what was going on. Well on his graduation year, recruiters were in his school convincing people to enlist. He saw this as a perfect opportunity to beast his dad in something, so he signed up. He finished school with average grades, sometimes having a high grade here and there. After his graduation, he was sent to boot camp Maksym Olesky passed boot camp pretty easily, the physical part was very easy to him; the mental part, tests and stuff, he had some difficulties with. But he tried really hard and passed boot camp. He worked out too much when he should of been studying for tests.
    After boot camp he went to Ukraine's Derzhavna Prykordonna Sluzhba, (Border Guard Service) even though he really didn't want to. Being a part of the State Border Guard Service, he had a lot of experience blocking off borders. So they put him into the zone to keep the people in and keep people out. He was very successful with this.
    After three years in the zone, Maksym Olesky's contract ended. The military left him alone to fend for himself. So he found a couple of stalkers to stay with so he wouldn't turn crazy from being alone. Maksym became friends with the stalkers and they hunted for artifacts together, did contracts together, and did everything together. It was all good. Except for one day. Maksym Olesky woke up to find all his friends dead. They were like family to him. He drank over his grief at the 100 rads bar. He then decided to fill out an application to be in Duty.
    A while later, he moved along the chain of ranks, reaching Master Sergeant. He learned the discipline and Honor of Duty slow, but at this point he knew it true. Maksym got a sick, worried feeling one day. Ralacov told him it was fine, but he could not shake the feeling. He heard something in the tower, so he went to investigate. As he ran into the room, he saw three Monolith. He was knocked out and carried to X-18, where he was brainwashed. Something must have went wrong for the brainwash, he was Controlled, but his dreams were of past life. All of the dreaming must have made Maksym remember more and more, so he snuck out one night, never to return. He came home, where he was supposed to be, Agropom.
    Months later  JSgt.Maksym Olesky (ranks got reset) knew he had a problem. Olesky had a drug problem, he loved Marijuana and he would do anything to get high when he's fiending for weed. Pop pills, salvia, he even snorted coke a couple of times. Maksym was very paranoid about getting caught by his fellow dutyers, who had once looked up to him. He decided to leave Agropom soon, and he left his suit and AK along with a letter. It read:

    "I have been with Duty for many years now. I have aged so much in the time.  I believe I was 33 years old when I joined Duty. You guys have taught me so much, yet it seems I've learned so little. For a good reason I'm not telling you exactly why I'm leaving, or where I'm going. I hope you all a good time in Duty, and I hope you don't leave because of me. I know there's a high chance of me being hunt down for desertion, I will not go without a fight. I'm going to look for a new protection that will accept the reason I'm leaving.
PS: I hope I don't have to face any of you on the battlefront. If you see me don't hesitate. Because I sure as hell won't think twice about shooting any of you."

    Maksym walked away from Agropom, feeling great away from home. It was a needed break from Agropom. He started heading towards Freedom. Maksym knew that's where the most weed was. While counting his rubles for drugs, he thought it would be a good idea to join Freedom. Olesky thought of getting smoked up all the time for free, and he would just be wearing a different suit. It was time for Maksym's new life.
By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes

Accepted, be more active this time.

[Joemoma]

Steam Friends Name: Lt. Taylor

Length of Time Spent at HGN: 3 months

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:15976786

Proof of Support From a Admin:



Proof of Support From a trader:



Why do you want to be a Trader?: Our group needs an income and I would make jobs for our group with the money I make.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: The Shaken, a Player Based Group, and yes, i would be the designated Trader

Your Traders backstory:
        Jeremy grew up in an average town, with an average family over in the US, he moved to the Ukraine at 13 and never left. He started out with a job at a Bomb Squad at 22, which lasted him 3 years, and he learned to place and create bombs, while also learning to dismantle them, although as a "practical joke" Jeremy found it funny to blow up his instructor's car. He then moved on to an apprenticeship at a Gun Shop/Gun range. This job lasted the next years and paid him well. That was at least until he shot his employer in the ass with an M4. He went on to do hard labor for the next 4 years until he finally pondered over a life in the military. He never imagined where it would put him.
         
After joining the Ukrainian military and serving for a month, Jeremy had helped capture a freedomer by the name of Goose Cheskinov. he helped the freedomer escape from the military with his life, mainly by annoying his leaders, who were attempting to interrogate him. After he decided he was just fed up with the military he went AWOL to tell the freedomers about where they were keeping Goose and to put them in disarray. With the threat of death looming over him, he's been running, and has been successfully running for a while. He joined up with a group called The Shaken, after drinking from a contaminated water source and becoming sick with a cold-type disease. He since then has recovered, and ever since he was in the military, tempted to work to become a quarter master for the Military, as he was offered the position while in the military. While becoming a Quarter Master is out of the question, Jeremy went for the next best job you could get in the Zone, joining into the circle of Black Market Dealers in the Zone.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes

Accepted, keep your faction active.

[Tom]

Steam Friends Name:|TRG| TOM
Length of Time Spent at HGN:Like 2-3 Months
STEAM ID:0:0:5111827
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Why do you want to be a Trader?: Mostly because I belive the RP could be fun.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: I am but I don't want to turn Tommy into a Trader.
Your Traders backstory:

Name: Martin Wainscott
Password:********
Logging in. . .
Logged in, Welcome Martin.

Log #1: Ahh. . . Sure is nice to get away from the stresses of running a buisness. . . I can Finally travel around the world like I always wanted. . . Though it would be nice to have been able to travel with my family. . . I can't Belive they're all gone. . . My wife. . . And both of my sons. . . Well, I can try to forget about all of that in my travels, So Now Im gonna board a flight to britian, It will be nice to hike around Britian and see all the castles and shit.

Saving. . .
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Log #2: Wow Being in Britian is amazing! But I feel the need to continue my travels. . . Lets try germany next. . . Yeah Germany. . . Tommy when he was in german class always wanted to go there. . . I will go for him. . . God rest his soal, Even though he was a complete Faliure. . . I still loved him. . . I miss my sons and wife soo much. . . I wish I could  Wish them all back into my life again. . . Well, Ill go to Germany for Tommy. . . Ill get to see the Brandonburg Tour, The old Berlin wall. . . Ill get to see it all. . . It should be really fun!

Saving. . .
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Loged off.

Log#3: That was pretty pretty Nice. . . But I feel like there is more to running around the world than just seeing the sights. . . It's odd. . . I've never felt so. . . So. . . Alive almost and yet dead at the same time, I guess my next stop will be some where more East of here. . . Maybe. . . Moscow, Get to see the Kremlin and all that Jazz. . . Im pretty sure I could get in realitivly easy. . . Heh I remember Tommy and Johnny both had a thing for Russian women. . . heh, Never really had a tase for it myself since I was married and all, I guess they where more alike then I originaly though, heh. . . Maybe ill find the russian Mafia in Moscow Heh that would be fucking sweet. . . But bad at the same time. . . . Maybe ill get to taste some real Russian Vodka, Heh I heard real russian Vodka is stronger than that weak stuff you get in america, Well its off to the plane I go again.

Saving. . .
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Log#4: Audio Message: Oh god my head is fucking killing me man. . . That Vodka shit got me completly fucked up! Heh and Tommy and Johnny did have taste in women, I found some f the prettiest women in that bar. . . But when i was in that bar I saw a couple people walking around with strange looking rocks and Talking about some place called "The Zone" Its really odd, They say it is the area where Chernobly happened. . . It's hard to belive but some of them had Heroing tales of fighting legendary beasts and fighting off bandits! It's almost like the Wild west in america! Or what was the wild west, Some of the girls however that had some of the strange rocks that they where calling "Artifacts" said that they had met a fella named "Tommy" Could it be my Tommy? Nah.  . . My son died a while ago. . . But this may be my calling! My legendary adventure that I've been looking for my entire Life! If it sis all true im going there! Im booking the next plane Ticket to the Ukraine ASAP!

Saving. . .
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Log#5: So I arrived into the Ukraine and started searching for chernobly, But I don't know where to start, So I Employed some Local help to get me through, so I did and we where driving in a green car, So we got to the fence and he told me to "Buckle up it's gonna be a rough ride." So I did and he pedaled to the medal and we went through the fence! Man what a rush! Too bad The guards saw our little stunt and began to shoot at us! Oh my god that was the scarriest moment in my life! My guide died but I managed to escape with nothing more then scrapes and bruises. . . Im lucky to be alive! That was awesome but scarry at the same time! God. . . I can only imagine what the next few days are gonna be like. . .

Saving. . . Saved. . .
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Log #6: God making money is tough in the zone. . .  Hard to find work and artifacts. . . So I ran into this Trader named Nakita Boriam, He began to tell me how he makes money and he says that it is supprissingly easy. . . I guess my epic tale of heroing adventure won't happen.  . . I guess it will be back to being a buisness man.  . . God fucking damnit. .  . Oh well. . . So I told Nakita that I may be interested in being a said Trader, and He told me about how he aquires weapons, and supplies, Of courese he told me after he found out that I was Tommies Father. . .  Apparently this trader is rather fond of my son. . . Apparently my son is a well known "STALKER" or what was that he called him. . . "A Freedomer". Whatever the hell a freedomer is. . . It sounds silly and dumb. . . So Nakita hooked me up with some of his smuggler contacts. . . So I guess I will be starting my buisness soon.  . . Nakita aso spotted me some money as well so that I can buy these Weapons from the smugglers. . . Well Bye Bye Adventures . . .

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By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes

Accepted

[Duranblackraven]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN|DuranBlackraven(SW)
Length of Time Spent at HGN: Five months, give or take a few days.
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:5729706
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Why do you want to be a Trader?: The Bandits are down a real faction based Bandit trader. As a lot have said it'll bring about some good passive rp, and it's about time the bandits got an active trader again.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Bandits, I see it under the Faction Trader space.
Your Traders backstory: Back in prison Dean heard of the stories of the Zone from stalker that had been caught by the military, and thrown into prison for trespassing in a military controlled area. They gave stories of untold riches, fame, fortune, everything a man would need.

   Dean got out of prison, and had his mind made up. Using the information he got from the people claiming to have been in a place like that, he made his way to the Ukraine. However getting into the Zone is hard...and even harder for someone with no money. Getting in was a lot of crawling in the mud, starving, and getting shot at. However, once he got in it turned into a different story.

   He spent the next few years doing that he knew how to...robbing, stealing, murdering, whatever it took to get by. But that would prove to not be enough. He had hooked up with a bandit gang called the 'Power Brothers', guess there's good odds in numbers, huh? Still it wouldn't be enough, he came here for riches after all.

   Dean had finally tracked down just the man he wanted to talk to, Hawk. This man had been working the Zone's black markets for a while, knew the tricks of the trade and had the right contacts inside the Zone. This was to Dean's liking. Ironicly, in the end it was Hawk that found him after catching wind that someone was looking for him. After a lengthy discussion an agreement was settled apon; Dean would take over Hawk's business and his contacts. In exchange Dean would pay him back once he made it big, and this would allow Hawk to finally leave the Zone for a better life then the shithole this place is.

   Which brings it all to the current time and place. Dean has taken over the trading business Hawk set up, and he plans to make it big. Working small until he can build up the reputation to strike larger deals, and being mentored by Hawk, he'll carve his way into the Zone's history as one underdogs of the Zone that rebounded into something great.
By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes
Due to a loop hole, accepted.

[Chaos]

Subject: I'm leaving to venture further north.
Author: Maksym Olesky
Message: I just wanted to say, before I start.. You guys have been great. I'll have many fun memories to go back on. Freedom has been one of the best events of my life.
But, I'm leaving for a while. I want to adventure the northern reaches of the zone, I haven't been too deep yet. I heard there's untold riches, I will come back with a bag of rubles, if I make it back. I will miss you all for the time being.
[OOC] I'm the quartermaster and I'm not active enough anymore. I need a break from SRP for a while, It's getting kinda boring recently and a break will help me find joy in SRP once again. Every time I take a break it's so much better when I get back. Sorry for doin this also, but it's better than me just taking up a spot that could be used by a more active player.

In other words, take me off the roster so a true SRP player can be faction trader. I'm wasting roster space that I don't deserve.

[Astarathia]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Laraunya

Length of Time Spent at HGN: Urgh , I don't know. About 4-5 Months?

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:20845612
Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?:
I never saw any traders arround in Freedom. ( Well ,no traders who actually are IN the faction. )  I also want to give rookies the chance to enjoy SRP with giving them jobs and weapons to gain money and protect themselves from lolbandits. ( Wich are arround often. ) SRP is no fun if you just join and someone is like : GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY OR I KILL YOU! *kills anyway* .. You get what I mean. And suits are nearly unafordable for STALKERs... They need their jobs!

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Yes , I'm in Freedom and would like to become a trader for them, since I never saw a Freedom trader ,seriously. (many settle down there, but noone stays forever ,eh..? )

Your Traders backstory: ( Yeah , I copy-pasted my backstory from Freedom-Apps , would be senseless if I had another backstory on the same character... )
Mika grew up in London. Her Parents came from Japan to England , since her father was sent there by his boss. She was an averange little girl , with some friends ... She wasn't too smart tough ,and a little lazy , that's why her teachers often got pissed at her in school ,but her friends always were behind her. Her big-sister always annoyed her , but when she told she was moving to Kiev , Mika still was sad. It was her sister...

After her sister left her life went on normal. She finished second school , where she also learned russian because she tought it was a cool language and she liked it.  After that she  started looking for a job , but shortly after she left her school , a letter from her sisters boss arrived , asking if her sister was at their home. She wasn't , so Mika got worried and asked her parents for some money for a flight to Kiev ,where she would start looking for her sister. She asked the people at the workplace of her sister , and after one woman started crying and told , Mika's sister was driving towards Chernobyl , because she always wanted to see the reactor (( I always wanted to see it too ,so no complaining >:v )). Since Military is corrupt , she was let in without any problems. Mika didn't want to rent a car ,because she wasn't sure if she would ever return , if her sister even got lost... So she walked to the zone by foot. The soldiers let her in ,with an " I don't care what you do in there anyways..." face. She began asking STALKERs for her sister , but noone saw her , but all of them said Mika needs a weapon to survive in the zone. She used her charm on a STALKER ,who shew her a Kite of him. He said it was the least thing to have in the zone to survive. She shot the STALKER ,also took his LR and his money. She tought "Better him than me ..." , and left ,going on searching for her sister. Soonly she met another STALKER ,asking her to attack a group called "Monolith". She had nothing to say against it , maybe she would even get information about her sister ... But those men shot the STALKER and captured her and made her to one of them.

But one day a freedomer knocked her out and captured her ( Seth ) , bringing her to his base , asking her serval questions about ,if she remembers what she was in the zone for , if she remembers her life before Monolith.  After they let her sleep ,and she woke up again ,she remembered nothing exept her name. She just knew ,she was lost if she wouldn't find a group to stay.
A couple weeks later she was accepted into Freedom. It took her some time to settle down and get good contacts to all the people, but now it works pretty well and they sure like her. She often saw traders arround, and one gave her a special offer on a SVD. She always liked those people... Even if she doesn't like one special person... Traders are kind of gods to her. Without them, nothing happens in the Zone. No fights, no food... No life. That's why she wants to become one of them. She wants to keep the life going on in the Zone.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?:
Of course.

Acceptivly fappable?

[Blake.H]

eam Friends Name: Longlostblake
Length of Time Spent at HGN: 1 Year, 1 Month
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:19190275
Proof of Support From a Admin: http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp105/longlostblake/Untitled-4.png
Proof of Support From a trader: There are No Traders as of yet.
Why do you want to be a Trader?: To Trade supplies from the Ecologist Bunker.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Ecologist. I will trade to all.

Your Traders backstory: In early life he grew up in the North-West of England Lancashire. In high school David was a brainiac. He loved science, he was good at it. He studied In an English grammar school and he scraped an A* In Maths but aced his A* in Biology, Chemistry and Physics. He got mostly A's and B's in his other subjects.
He obviously went to college, there he studied; Biology, Chemistry, Maths and Politics at A Level for one year, and; Biology, Chemistry and Maths for the second year getting an AS level in Politics and A levels; in Biology, Chemistry and Maths. He moved on to Cambridge University where he studied Ph.D. in Research, in Bio-Chemistry. It was hard but he managed to get the Ph.D., his mother always said he was going to be a cleaver boy. Look at him now, Earning ?70, 000 a year researching Illnesses, diseases and mutations. Then a new Proposal was made to him.. He would be promised unimaginable amounts of money, isn't it strange how people act towards greed? The Ukrainian Military offered him an application, he sent it off, and was accepted. He has spent a long time in the zone now reasearching everything and anything. Now the Area-Leader he feels he should be allowed to sell Supplies to the average Loner.
By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes.



Oh yeah, trader one hehehe

[Flash]

Steam Friends Name:|HGN| Flash (richard554)
Length of Time Spent at HGN:1 Month and 2 Weeks
STEAM ID:STEAM_0:0:15088003
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Bielecki

Proof of Support From a trader:
Genesis

Why do you want to be a Trader?:I would like to become a trader to take Mikas place as the faction trader of freedom.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?:Freedom , I would like to become the freedom trader (Goose said it was open).
Your Traders backstory:
Mikhail Khrushchev was born in St. Peters burg , Russia. The beautiful city that was built by Peter The Great in the 1500's. He was birthed in that city and lived there most of his life. He was officially a heir to the position in the Soviet Union. Yet you know that story it collapsed driven to economic ruins by the cold war. He lived his life in solitude. Closed off from the world that was the outside.

Soon his Father messed up. He was fired from his position in the government. They were driven to ruin and were poor. They lived on the streets living in old buildings with chairs and a campfire. We didn't even have a tent we couldn't afford food. We lived out on the streets as stated before. We were so desperate that we turned to robbing folks out of the building. We were soon reported to the police force. We had to escape Russia we were fugitives !

We moved out to Ukraine. Once we arrived we hit the small city of Chernobyl. It was something weird it was empty loaned abandoned we soon figured out this was the sight of the blowout we escaped the Russian Police Force. Yet we had to build a new life we sought that out in the Zone. Once the relatives died I had no one to relate to. Soon traveling to Freedom Base. He felt one with there kind. He had someone to relate to he felt it was the best place to spent his life at. So he decided to stay.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?:Yes , I agree with the rules of applying and the terms of agreement.


Alright edited the screenshots.

click this for the admin rec full log
http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/9075/reccsss.png

Sorry if I made you think I took you as an idiot. I didn't mean that at all. Please reconsider me for the position. Sorry again Cole.

[Astarathia]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Laraunya
Length of Time Spent at HGN: About 5 months
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:20845612
Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?: I would like it as a new expierience to travel arround the map and meet the all the persons , not just hanging arround in Freedom all the day. I want to RP some more and saw this as a good chance. I also want to provide Rookies with jobs and weapons (If they can rp) to lower the ammount of lolbandit succeeds. (and my other trader was PKd )

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?:
Yeah I'm in Freedom ,but I do not wish to use that character as my trader. I could give them a discount tough :P

Your Traders backstory: Svetlana Sokolow grew up in Moscow in a family wich was in good contact with the co-leader of the german weaponproducer "Heckler&Koch". She never really was interested in that tough. She had a normal time on her secondary school, having some friends... Well, one of her male friends once gave her the idea to start playing shooters, he said she sure would like it... So he borrowed her a game. He was thinking about scaring her,  but he didn't know that that would not work... Svetlana had her own computer so she smuggeled the game into her room and installed the game. Her computer had no problem with running it ,even if it was new. Her parents kind of bought her everything. So she started playing that game, and she kind of really enjoyed it. She still played it the half year later she got onto the primary school. She was known as a computer-freak. One day she asked her father out about Heckler and Koch. He found it funny she was interested in it, but he asked his friend if Svetlana could take a visit arround the factory. He said it was ok ,so Svetlana flew to Germany on her own and visited  the factory, impressed by it. She already knew... She would love to make these weapons too... or alteast sell them... She finished her primary school, having good grades in Math ,wich seemed pretty usefull to her. She wanted to apply for H&K ,but all places were already given away... Then she heard about a place called the "Zone" ... However, the people there needed weapons...

Svetlana made a plan how she could make her parents allow that she could go there, and she also made a plan how she could get supplies by H&K ... So she asked her parents if she could go there... The discussion even took a few days... It looked like they wouldn't support that at first ,but after a long time they finally said yes. Now she needed the support of Heckler & Koch to deliver her weaponry.  She also asked her father for that. He only laughed and said he would try. He tought that wouldn't happen anyway... So Svetlana wrote a 20 sited letter about why she would like to buy weapons from them. It took months for H&K to reply. But as the letter finally arrived ,Svetlana was kind of too scared to open it. So she just let it stay on the table. After some time her mother opened it and told Svetlana that she would get the support as long as she trades on own danger, so Hecker & Koch don't get invovled into the whole thing.

Now she had everything to go into the Zone... Just not the official allowance... She traveled to the Zone. To the Military guarding it she said, she would have official papers to go into the zone and leave it again... Coming in wasn't the problem, now she really needed papers to come out again...  She had three opinions. First one ) Living and become rich in the Zone. Second) Dieing because of the Zone or third) Trying to get ouside dead or alive... She wanted the first opinion to become true ,even if she wasn't sure that would even happen , but she had to try....

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yarp, ofcourse

accepted

[Turkey]

Steam Friends Name: Turk
Length of Time Spent at HGN: Three Fun Months
STEAM ID:STEAM_0:1:22050784
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Why do you want to be a Trader?: To sell and/or trade items, To the wonderful players of SRP
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: No and no.
Your Traders backstory: :

Stanislav, Was born from a poor family. When he was eight, During his school years he would trade-in stolen items for cash, To support his family. He was always picked on at school for being the poor kid, They would say very mean things. "Look! It's the poor kid! I heard he sells his dirty underwear, So his sister can eat!" He would always lock himself in the janitor closet and cry.
His parents died in a tragic car accident, Due to their old car not being able to handle the snowy road conditions. He blamed himself for it, Packing his bags and setting out to "Become rich!". As time went on, When he was around Twenty years old, He became an arms dealer, but was arrested during a deal. When he got out of prison, he was unable to adapt to the new regime of his country, he then went to the Zone as he saw it fit for him and became a trader without second thought.  

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Abso-Fucking-lutely

accepted.

[deluxulous]

Steam Friends Name: dcbarker
Length of Time Spent at HGN: 1 year, 4 months
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:9267027
Proof of Support From a Admin: -N/A-
Proof of Support From a trader: -N/A-
Why do you want to be a Trader?: There has been a slight lack of traders on the server, and when I used to be a trader it was pretty fun. I liked the interaction with other players and the role-play it provided. (At the moment, there are 22 players and 0 of them are traders.)
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: No
Your Traders backstory: 'Westy' was born in a small town outside of St. Petersburg (AKA Leningrad), Russia. He was quite the person to strike up a deal - trading marbles, swapping lunches, he always made sure he was having a good bargain. Westy also was quite a comedian and lighthearted person - acting like a cowboy to reenact scenes from the Old West in America. (Hence his nickname.) He also loved the outdoors - going hunting with his dad, fishing in the Baltic sea... he loved surviving on his own. However, society was unkind to Westy. He never got a real job, he had little education outside of high-school. Struck by economic hardships, it was no surprise to his parents when he left. Westy came to the Zone with a friend, and were instantly slapped in the face upon arrival. It wasn't what they signed up for- but it was better than what was outside. Westy found it difficult to make money, so he was constantly searching for job opportunities and missions. Rarely did Westy ever engage in a fight. So, Westy decided he would try his hand at the trading business. Couldn't be that hard... could it?
By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes

I have to reject this one, you are missing a recc from a Trader. --Aresty

here, jeeze bro

--luv pistol


Ah fine, I'll accept this one.. for now.

[PimpMasterJ]

Steam Friends Name:PimpmasterJ

Length of Time Spent at HGN:About a year, recently I left for a break.

STEAM ID:
STEAM_0:0:17088385

Proof of Support From a Admin:
http://img826.imageshack.us/f/traderreccs.jpg/
Proof of Support From a trader: ^
When taking the Picture I got disconnected from steam for some reason, Rav gave me the trader recommendation and Thy gave me the admin recommendation.

Why do you want to be a Trader?:
When I used to play, I did have a trader and it opened large amounts of new Roleplay trying to hold down a bar, and keeping track of equipment ETC. I wish to become a trader again and continue that roleplay, also partly because I haven't seen many traders on.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: No

Your Traders backstory:
Not a master piece but what I decided to come up with.

Renkov was born in Moscow with his older brother Rokiv into a family of 4 including his mother and father Renkov had a knack to be adventurous and was caught one day in his childhood climbing into an old near by construction yard. Rokiv on the other hand was a bit of a genius and a blowhard. Renkov usually was always getting in trouble and Rokiv was succeeding.

Several years later

Desperate times set in, his father beat his mom and was eventually kicked out. Renkov and his older brother had to find work and got a job at the old grocery store down the street. they were keeping there family, or rather what's left of it economically afloat from there paychecks at the store. During one of there usual boring work days Renkov manned the cash register while Rokiv was placing items on the shelves. One well known customer walked in and grabbed enough dried food to last the man a month. Renkov, with a suspicious grin waited for the man to pay for his food, and pay for his food he did. While packing the items Renkov asked the man about the food and the man replied "The Zone." and quickly took what items where bagged leaving the money on the register. Renkov contemplated what the hell that man was talking about.

A month later

Renkov was all ready. He and his brother Rokiv had talked it over with there mom and they were packing for the trip to "The Zone." They had left there mom with enough money to last her about 4 months without the extra two mouths to feed. They had packed the proverbial Makarov and a box of ammo for it, hoping it would be enough to handle the two of them, they would soon find out that just a Makarov won't be enough. They had acquired a ride in the back of a clunker towards the nearby border to Ulkraine and a long time later they we're at an outpost heading inside the Cordon. Renkov had heard reports about the outpost being corrupted and able to be bribed. No one mentioned the price. Oh that one was gonna break the bank. Soon later they had arrived inside the zone the clunker had long seance driven away and left them. Renkov was beginning to miss the safety of it and having regrets.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes I do.


Accepted, and welcome back.

[Aresty]

Read the damn rules people, if you are too lazy to get everything you need, don't even apply.

[Joemoma]

Steam Friends Name: Lt. Taylor
Length of Time Spent at HGN 6 months.
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:15976786
Proof of Support From a Admin: Radek support'd me.





Proof of Support From a trader:



Ralazo supports me, you may ask him if this LOOC convo is not enough.


S. Sldr. Adrik Mihailov | ::DcG:: Lt. Taylor {Lt.} [LOOC]: F-
YI imma be the new QM
Jr.Lt Sergei Kozak | |HGN-DEV| Ralazo [LOOC]: nunununn
S. Sldr. Adrik Mihailov | ::DcG:: Lt. Taylor {Lt.} [LOOC]: h-
opefully.
S. Sldr. Adrik Mihailov | ::DcG:: Lt. Taylor {Lt.} [LOOC]: D-
oom's letting me app.
Jr.Lt Sergei Kozak | |HGN-DEV| Ralazo [LOOC]: ok cool
[OOC] Snurf Snurf [CAKE]: Back
S. Sldr. Adrik Mihailov | ::DcG:: Lt. Taylor {Lt.} [LOOC]: s-
o yea
Jr.Lt Sergei Kozak | |HGN-DEV| Ralazo [LOOC]: You can have m-
y trader Rec.
Jr.Lt Sergei Kozak | |HGN-DEV| Ralazo [LOOC]: If you wwant.
Jr.Lt Sergei Kozak | |HGN-DEV| Ralazo [LOOC]: Want
Jr.Lt Sergei Kozak | |HGN-DEV| Ralazo [LOOC]: I have a trade-
r.

Why do you want to be a Trader?: My faction needs a trader and I have a good amount of experience as a Trader, and Doomburger and Radek wouldn't mind me as the QM, since Doom can't get ammo and Radek's never around.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Military, and I will be the QM

Your Traders backstory:
             Adrik began his story as a child, when he began researching the human anatomy, learning almost everything about how the body works. He grew up in a poor family, but he had an internet connection and payed particular attention in Health class as he learned the anatomy of the human body. By the time he was graduated from High School he could name every organ and bone in the human body, and locate it down to an inch or two. His poor family though, was unable to afford College, and he didn't have any scholarships.

              Adrik worked in Labor and other odd jobs. He learned a few other jobs and even tried being a cars salesman, but no one was buying vehicles in the bad economy. He heard about The Zone soon after, his loss of cash and need for a job had him look into the Ukranian army. While looking into this he noticed they were in a need for Medics. He soon found his closest registration office and signed up. He was shipped off to The Zone soon after this.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes

Very well, Accepted. Stealing mah turf in military heh ?

[Rook]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Rook/DTRZ
Length of Time Spent at HGN: Almost a year
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:11821690
Proof of Support From a Admin:


Proof of Support From a trader:


Why do you want to be a Trader?: To supply for the awesome faction called Freedom
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Freedom, and yes
Your Traders backstory:

'Claymore' as he is commonly known now grew up near Glasgow, Scotland. He wasn't exactly the most well behaved, nor the most trouble making person. He was always in the middle. His education was average, and his life was a quiet one. He had had few friends, wasn't the most exciting person as a young adult.

Later in his life he moved to Ukraine, after joining the Ukrainian Military he had heard alot about this place called the zone and being sent to the Zone afterwards he was excited and afraid. He was stationed there for months before leaving, joining Freedom, under the name 'Claymore', Seth gave him the access to the Freedom equipment storage, gaining him permission to be the factions trader/quartermaster

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes

Accepted

[Blake.H]

Steam Friends Name: Longlostblake

Length of Time Spent at HGN: Since 13-01-2009, 09:43 AM

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:9267412

Proof of Support From a Admin: http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp105/longlostblake/admint.png

Proof of Support From a trader: http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp105/longlostblake/trader.png

Why do you want to be a Trader?: To promote roleplay and hopefully do some interesting missions.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: This char will not be associated with any faction.

Your Traders backstory: Mikul Truss is a fat, slow, placid person. He would sooner be shot that even attempt to pick up a weapon.He tends to keep his mouth shut. He came to the zone in search of untold riches; arifact and anomalous objects. He heard rumours about the said items bringing heafty prices outside the zone. He decided the best way of getting these objects would be to become a trader, buying and selling equipment and items to gain a profit so that he might be able to buy the said 'Anomalous Objects' and artifacts.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: I do.

I have a custom model waiting to be added to this char.
http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp105/longlostblake/gm_flatgrass0012-1.jpg


Accepted, reguarding your costum model, I'd say I wouldn't accept it, but hell I'm not incharge of that..

[Aresty]

Traders application are OPEN.

[keyfoot]

Steam Friends Name: Keyfoot

Length of Time Spent at HGN: August of 2009, so almost a year

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:12956620


Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?:I want to get back into the bar business. Help out some small groups/factions, and create missions for people. I enjoy being a trader and im good at it. People also enjoy having me as a trader.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: no

Your Traders backstory: Bruno Odem has had a long history in the Zone. He started of as a lone merc. Later he became a high ranking officer in a powerful Merc group. and near it and his strongest point,. He was kidnapped and converted by the monolith. He does not remember any of his time in their ranks, but somehow he lost his way from them and recovered himself, but at the loss of his memorys of monolith. For the next 5 months he wandered around doing small jobs and gaining a small fortune. Then one day a old comrad from his old merc group contacted him wanting him for help. He accepted, for it finally gave him a point in life.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yup

Accepted. Never seen you around but I guess you will be active from now.

[Dutch]

REAPPLICATION
Steam Friends Name: Dutch

Length of Time Spent at HGN: Almost a year.

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:6660673

Proof of Support From a Admin/Proof of Support From a trader:


Why do you want to be a Trader?: I've been a trader for a large part of my stay here at HGN and SRP, and I don't want to lose it. Trading has made me rich, and at times, poor. I enjoy that sort of fluctuation in financial security quite a bit, and I certainly don't want to lose thing thing that makes my character so important to many stalkers.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Nope.

Your Trader's backstory: Dwayne Stewart, recently known as Joker to his friends, grew up roughly, one could say. The streets of New York aren't the best place to raise a child. His lower-class lifestyle meant meager meals, at most. Joker enrolled in school until he was seventeen, when he dropped out and joined his friends in a local street gang. That didn't go so well, as numerous crimes, ranging from petty theft to murder, were pinned on Joker. At the age of twenty, Joker began to flee the police, and soon enough, he found himself on a dingy plane, headed for Kiev, both in an attempt to shake the authority that were no doubt on his tail, but also to try and start anew. Several years later, he was quite often ducking into alleyways here, and dismantled buildings there, just trying to scavenge food and make a living. Sooner or later, he heard about this place, this 'Zone,' as the locals called it, and saw a way for him to fabricate a new life for himself. Joker has served with Duty, and briefly tried to fund a career as a craftsman. Joker is incredibly skilled when it comes to upgrading items, and that has helped him quite a bit over the monts. He has been in the Zone for almost a year now, and is widely considered a veteran Trader. Joker has enjoyed the "quiet" life of a trader for quite some time, and refuses to give it up, no matter what happens.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes.



Accepted. BE ACTIVE OR I WILL FEED YOU TO MY.....

[Combine]

Steam Friends Name: Combine

Length of Time Spent at HGN: Half a year, I think

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:14955430

Proof of Support From a Admin:
b]Proof of Support From a trader:[/b] ^ on rght side Turk

Why do you want to be a Trader?: Because Im stick of Traders buying Exo's and Fn's and not puting the money back in. There arn't many traders that do alot of jobs, I  want to become a trader because I want to have a new type of Roleplay and you make more missions for newer players and put some more money back in.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Nope.

Your Traders backstory:  Viktor Mykhailo was born in moscow, for the man he would become later on in his life, during his childhood you would think they were two diffrent people.  Viktor wasn't family wasn't rich nor poor. He lived a normal life till the age of fourteen were he started mixing with the worng crowed, he thought they were his freinds when they just used him as a puppet for there crimes. During the time when he was seventeen he was given a knife but a gang he joined, they told me a person from a diffrent country and taken the local job down at the shop.

so  Viktor, blined by hatred went down into the shop, he opend the door and walked towords the counter were the man was standing.  Viktor Went to do it but was too scared to do it, but he feared what the others would think of him so he walked up to him and put the knife to his face and said in a dirty tone "You Scum should leave." But the man seemed not to be having any of it. The man moved back picking up a bat and went to swing for him, as this happenfd  Viktor stood still in shock untill the man swang,  Viktor ducked as the bat passed him hiting some bread on the shelf.  Viktor  put his knife up in fear as he sawng, the knife went through the mans hart, dieing later from his wounds,  Viktor ran out of the stole and kept runing and runing. untill...He had no were to go, but he had heard of a place called the zone so, we did what most people on the run did. Went there but it wasn't easy as he thought, but he was able to get there boat then jumping a militray fence.

Once into the Zone he went into a wearhouse during the rain and met a group of Bandits, who funny enough did shoot at him on sight. One of them named "Pike" took one look at him as he walked in "Not even worth a bullet.",  Viktor snaped back "Most likey you couldn't afford it" in anger. Pike looked back and said "ahh, some one with balls I see." he waved him over till the point  Viktor was next to him "How old are you?" said Pike,  Viktor replyed with "Seventeen". Pike gaves a smile and said "you've go alot to learn boy." and so  Viktor was trained by a Bandit trader who showned him how to scam people along with other things, he spent Five year with him untill he was killed in a raid by DUTY and the bandit group disbaned. After that  Viktor took over from Pike and became a trader. 

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes


My bad, it seems I was wrong. Accepted.

[kisftw]

Steam Friends Name: Vi♥let


Length of Time Spent at HGN: Almost 6 months now if I'm not mistaken.


STEAM ID: [Will insert this when I get it]


Proof of Support From a Admin: Rov - http://img638.imageshack.us/img638/6458/reccs.jpg


Proof of Support From a trader: Dutch - http://img638.imageshack.us/img638/6458/reccs.jpg


Why do you want to be a Trader?: This list'll be a doozy. One, there are never any traders online. Two, I like to passive RP, just to sit around and chill. Three, I hate getting lolpwned by anyone who sees fit to attack me. I also like the whole trader ideal. The whole 'Help others whilst you help yourself' thing. Traders will sell to anyone, therefore they can rp with anyone. One day they could sell some new gear to brand new stalkers, and the next, they could be buying gear off the bandits who killed the stalkers from yesterday.


Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: I'm in a few factions, but I don't think I will be a trader for any of them. I feel that'll limit my RP potential.


Your Traders backstory:  -Valentina 'Kiss' Savko-
Valentina is a young girl who's been in the Zone for a while now. Oddly enough she'd fared decently well. She's roamed pretty much the entirety of the Zone that is accessable. Her first few days in the Zone were a disaster, bandits trying to flock her, mutants too. Until she became friends with Wine and Goose. From then on she proceeded to make new friends, witnessing their tragic ends, and mourning them, all in a depressing circle. After Wine had bit the dust, she decided that she wanted to experiance the trader life as well, make a little cash, help out stalkers, and all.


By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes.

Accepted.

[Blake.H]

Steam Friends Name: Longlostblake

Length of Time Spent at HGN: Since 13-01-2009, 09:43 AM

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:9267412

Proof of Support From a Admin: http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp105/longlostblake/admint.png

Proof of Support From a trader: http://i402.photobucket.com/albums/pp105/longlostblake/trader.png

Why do you want to be a Trader?: To promote roleplay and hopefully do some interesting missions.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: This char will not be associated with any faction.

Your Traders backstory: Mikul Truss is a fat, slow, placid person. He would sooner be shot that even attempt to pick up a weapon.He tends to keep his mouth shut. He came to the zone in search of untold riches; arifact and anomalous objects. He heard rumours about the said items bringing heafty prices outside the zone. He decided the best way of getting these objects would be to become a trader, buying and selling equipment and items to gain a profit so that he might be able to buy the said 'Anomalous Objects' and artifacts.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: I do.

I'll start logging my missions properly this time :L


Denied. Check those pics.

[Bucky]

Steam Friends Name:|HGN|Buck
Length of Time Spent at HGN: About…5 months.
STEAM ID:
Proof of Support From a Admin: http://img535.imageshack.us/content_round.php?page=done&l=img535/7090/traderapppic2.png&via=mupload
Proof of Support From a trader: http://img832.imageshack.us/img832/3237/traderapppic1.png
Why do you want to be a Trader?: I see a lot of STALKERs bored because they can’t get any missions and I wish to fix this problem, and by being a trader I can give out better rewards instead of giving away my essential supplies on my STALKER.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?:I’m in a minor faction that doesn’t have any forum boards but I only wish to become a regular trader.

Your Traders backstory: Nikolai grew up in a merchant town in the outskirts of Ukraine, and always knew how to make a good deal. His father ran a small market in town and his mother kept the place tidy and made sure people would buy there instead of anywhere else. Boris helped his dad sell goods to the local population and would do so until he was 10 years old. At that age, Nicolai’s father was arrested for selling drugs to some customers, one of them was actually a cop who was off duty. This had a severe impact upon Nikolai, for he had learned everything he knew from his father and he thought he would turn out like him, little did he know, a life of crime is what he would have.

At age 23 Nikolai was already participating in theft, vandalism and consumption and his participation in those things became more frequent and he soon committed more serious crimes. Nikolai was never once suspected though he was doing those things, in his mother and everyone else’s eyes, he was a gentle child that wouldn’t, let alone couldn’t hurt a fly. Nikolai soon joined a gang and these activities became normal for him and his mother soon became suspicious of him, as he was never home. She would wake up in the middle of the night to see him sneaking in through the door one night, him holding a bottle of whiskey and a 9mm pistol, she soon called the local authorities and he was arrested after they found several stashes of marijuana in his room. He was sent to prison for 75 days and served his sentence but getting into many fights and various riots there brought his maximum sentence up to one year. About halfway through his term he broke out of jail and fled to the zone, first looting his own house of anything he would need.

When Nikolai reached the zone he was 26 years old and referred to by many a person a bandit, as he robbed, killed and raided as if they were replacing eating sleeping and drinking. He joined a gang of bandits and they went around pillaging STALKER camps and drinking until they all passed out. This was what Nikolai wanted, a life away from it all, a life where he could do whatever he wanted. Nikolai kept to the same basic routine for over two years and after a while, he grew tired of these things. Nikolai one day sat atop a hill and observed the Zone remembering his father and when everything was calm. Nikolai wished to be with his father again at the market, but knew if he went back, they would arrest him. Nikolai decided at this time that now, he would quit the life of a criminal and become a merchant or a trader as most referred to them in the zone. Nikolai was known for his savage acts of villainy and he decided to change his name and quickly set up shop so he could remember what it felt like to be back in the market again.

By applying to be a Trader here and now you agree to our terms of agreement?: Yes.

P.S.: I ahve decided to make his new name a nickname and it will be...Condor...dont ask, im not that creative. And before you deny it cause of small pictures, you ahve to click "View full size" and then click on the picture, it zoms it in.


Denied, 'cos I feel to do so. Nah, ACCEPTED.