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Steam Name: Ghost
Age: 13 (Nearly 14)
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Around 3 or 4 years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Nearly a year now
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Authorization(s):
Crossbow - Not heated bolts, just normal ones to fire fast enough to peirce armour.
Name: Marinos Sotirios
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
During the seven hour war
During the seven hour war Marinos was just like any other citizen, scared and helpless. He was one of the many hiding and not fighting back to the combine, watching many die around them, their army’s fighting for their lives. He was trying to not get into the huge crowds of scared people by staying in his home, looking out of his window seeing shops being, smashed and robbed, people killed and committing suicide. All of this invasion was a little easy for the combine due to some of the army surrendering off great loses and the fact that almost everyone was transferred into major cities making the population easier to take and control. Hours of fighting went on until Breen, current ruler of Earth, decided earths fate and surrendered to the combine letting them take control, for making this decision Breen was made ruler of earth, still below the combine though. The combine begun to build there citadels, razor train rails and their army of super human soldiers especially designed to take on any human life form it came to challenge.
A while after the seven hour war
A few months after the seven hour war Marinos couldn’t remember much about it, he’d been drinking allot of breens water cans, preventing thirst. He’d been getting transferred to city forty-five, a well managed city controlled by the combine forces, nearly every corner there was a Civil Protection officer standing, nearly every path there was a few units patrolling not to mention being watched by scanners and lookout towers. Marinos had felt as if he had no privacy, like most people in City forty-five the closest he had was his dirty, near destroyed apartment with dirty windows scanners could pear through to make sure nothing anti-civil was going on in his apartment. He’d regularly go get his rations containing Citizens supplements, some breens water and approximately 60 tokens to buy some more water or UU branded food. He’d just have the same boring life over and over, often getting hit with a hard metal stun stick, flashed by a City Scanner and bossed around, if not following he’d possibly face death. Marinos like many others feared the Civil Protection team, while others remained loyal to them getting better rewards, even joining them. Marinos wouldn’t dare help them, he knew what the combine had done to mankind was unforgivable. Marinos thought it was only right to rebel, he wanted to make a change in the world and he was going to have to get out to do so.
Escaping C45
Marinos finally gave up trying to get out, he simply couldn’t find a way to do so. During the winter, freezing cold outside Marinos went into a shop to find some UU branded food, he was shaking, his mouth bobbling up and down as he said “Could I buy some UU branded noodles please?” the man said “I’ll go out back and get you some, wait here.”, the cold was unbearable, Marinos slammed his fist on the broken heater looking object as a slight creek was heard and a door slowly begin to open, Marinos looked around checking for witnesses and dashed through slamming the button on the other side as it dropped down again. The shopkeeper came back, wondering where’d he gone just shrugging not really caring. Marinos had previously bought a UU branded flashlight from the same store, remembering he had it he flicked it on able to see a bit more than just a red dim light, sparking and continuously flickering on and off. Marinos walking through dark tunnels, often coming to a dead end or walking around in circles never dared trying to get back. Allot of this giant maze-like area were sewers, smelly and rotten Marinos tried his best to stay out of the sewage water, but sometimes he had to go in to get across, while holding his nose he was beginning to hear noises from above, almost like there was a near way out. Every time Marinos had settled down he would drink some water, stored inside his bag and taking out plain paper, drawing designs of his dream weapons, a Junkyard version of a medieval crossbow. As he wandered through the maze-like area he would always add to his design, making it better and more useful. Finally, light came his way, almost blinded as he stepped out the, beginning of spring had came, no longer was it so cold, or warm for that matter. He was at the end of a large concrete sewer pipe, it was leading into the canals, inside a dimly lit room that had another long dark tunnel ahead, Marinos walked down that tunnel only to see even more blinding light.
Wandering the canals for parts, shelter and allies
After the blinding light was a muddy wastelands type of area, hardly any residents he wandered through the canals, all this time he’d been gone he’d forgotten his name, knowing little about his name he came up with the nickname ‘Ice’ and would tell anyone who asked his name that. Still adding to his design he decided to name it simply as ‘The Crossbow’ his was looked near perfect, but one thing was preventing him from just building it, he needed the materials, and the tools to assemble it. He looked around him, practically finding a place full of objects and tools, although every metal was rusty, all the wood was wet and cracked, and almost everything was muddy and hidden, it’d take a long time to find these specific items. Before he could do anything he had to find a place to settle down, along his search of a place he found a small warehouse looking building near a car park, he decided to rest in there for the night searching allot of the boxes inside for supplies and blankets for a quick bed, while settling down he heard allot of activity outside, people and vortigaunt talking, walking and running. Marinos decided to finish his task and go meet them, many have been in the same situation as Marinos even worse, so many were kind, but some were nasty folk, only caring about themselves staying alive but wanting people to help them. Marinos tried his best to stay low while finding his items, Marinos looked into his backpack, taking out his design looking at the materials needed, the first one was not so hard to find, the place he was staying contained rolls of tension wire, he took one roll of it storing it inside on of the crates where he was staying. Luckily he didn’t have to go outside much for his first item, that was it for one day, night was approaching and Marinos needed sleep real bad, night came and zombie moans could be heard outside. Marinos not making little noise avoided them for the night as they passed, later that night antlions were attracted by the zombie’s smell and sound, Marinos just able to sleep from the distant noises but to be woken in the morning by gunshots then antlion yells. Marinos got out of bed, stepping outside and one of the kind folk said to Marinos “They’re awfully close to your house, boy. You’d better get some protection!” Then he handed Marinos a rusty, working 9MM pistol with around 20 bullets in it, Marinos put the inside his backpack hoping to find a better holster for it. The next day Marinos went scavenging again, for more parts to build his crossbow, he decided it’d be best to start with the smaller piles of trash, as Marinos was reading his design plans and next on his list was a scope, useful for zooming in on targets far away, it’d make the perfect shot, and a deadly one to. Marinos spent his time looking on dead body’s for scopes, he found a few but they were either snapped, smashed or melted, eventually he came across some more trash, looking inside he managed to find another thing on his list, other than the scope he found two MP7’s, two disassembled MP7’s with dirty glass sights, not smashed, and handle grips, another thing on his list, Marinos had hit the jackpot and he knew it. Marinos begun to notice it getting dark, heading back still searching for things on his way came across what looked like a stainless steal scope like tube, as Marinos went down to pick it up he felt the glass sights what he’d previously picked up, an idea sparked into his head, he decided to leave it until mourning, when everything was easier, as soon as he made is home he locked up and secured his place keeping his rusty 9MM aside him. Next morning, the sun rose, the sound of the canals woke Marinos, he got out of bed about to walk outside, remembering the parts were inside his back, he putting all of them inside the crate where he stored his parts but the two glass sighs and the scope like steel . He then headed out, holding a can of breens water in his right hand, pistol in his pocket and a almost empty backpack with a flashlight in it. He headed out, looking in and out of the canals for some help, to build his scope, he knew somebody, just somebody had the skills to do it. Marinos eventually found a place, a place surrounded by people, Marinos decided to check out was what going on, there was a vortigaunt, a powerful being working along side the humans by fighting, repairing things and giving them medical attention, Marinos walked up to the vortigaunt asking in simple English if he could somehow weld these 3 objects together making a secure scope. The vortigaunt replied “Indeed”, and went into the back room to do so, Marinos for some reason trusted the creature with his project, the creature closed the door wanting peace as somebody ran in panting shouting “They’re here!”, the old folk who handed Marinos a weapon told him to prepare for the worst, that we have many numbers but they may have superior weaponry, Marinos couldn’t think straight, he honestly thought he was going to die, after all his journey he was going to die now, the old folk slapped sense into him, Marinos reached for his sidearm holding it with two hands by his side behind a rather medium sized, he looked around him, people preparing for battle as well, nobody had yet to tell Marinos what’s to come. They waited, ready for to ambush any targets they could see, until 3 men on a cliff fell after AR2 shots were fired, people panicked retaking positions and forgetting the ambush, some fleeing, other in too much shock to move the OTA rushed in and slaughtered many, Marinos and allot of others fought back, the OTA taking so many lives before being shot down eventually were beaten, Marinos was lucky that he had been gifted with a temporary weapon. Looking around, not have seen so many dead and wounded around him before, Marinos held his head, sad of what the world has become, he headed back inside with the old folk looking at some people who had lost their limbs and some just shot, he knocked on the door and it opened, the vortigaunt had been kind enough to make the scope and clean it slightly, it was ready to be added into the storage crate of parts. As he was walking back, still shocked and searching he stumbled upon the disassembled MP7’s again, he took the stock from them realising it was one of the parts needed to create his weapon, a few broken railing parts could attach the stock to the back of the weapon so the took some small, thin steel railing parts and stored both of these inside his bag. Marinos then made his journey back home, to rest for the night yet again. The next morning Marinos looked outside his window seeing the usual dead bugs and creatures he went outside and walked through the nearby car park, stumbling over something as he was looking at the sky , Marinos looked at it broken in not so straight quarters, both sides curved and metal, it was a rusty car bumper, split into 4 curved pieces, 2 of them big enough to fit onto Marinos’s weapon, he held them up placing them together making a semi-circle like shape he decided these were good to use and put them inside his home, where the other parts where. He headed out again and continued searching the car park but finding nothing gave up, and left the car park, Marinos decided to go in the more populated area with the vortigaunt looking in near by buildings for any pieces of metal that could be used for the main body of his weapon, he found nothing but bobbin like pieces of steel, he decided to store these in his pocket as they could on the tension wire in place and help the tension wire fire forward making any bolts or other ammunition used. Marinos decided to go about, meeting more survivors, getting advice and help from refugees. Eli was walking around in the canals until he stood on something, it squealed and a loud squish noise was heard, Marinos immediately stopped, sort of knowing what it was, remembering what the vortigaunt was telling him about Antlions and their babies known as Grubs, loud screeches could be heard and Marinos ran as fast as he could to try get some help, the antlions were after Marinos, he boarded up his house with a few friends and that old folk, the old folk handed him a working MP7 with a few boxes of ammo, luckily the place he was staying in had enough boxes to make a barricade giving a big advantage to Marinos and the others, they waited often throwing grenades out of the small holes in walls, this depleted the antlions number by many until eventually it was prepare, they were breaking down the door, countless numbers of antlions outside, ready to kill they broke in, rushing and flying in the group fired at them with great speed, reloading was the bad part, if they continued coming in at this rate nobody was getting out alive, until some friendly people passing by in a small group with a vortigaunt chipped in to help, the antlion quickly begun to loose numbers, going more angry they enraged, going more fierce killing two of the passing by refugees outside trying to help. The antlions stopped, loud rumbles were heard and a shout, a guard busted through a small rocky part of the canal smacking one of the people outside, the others ran inside including the vortigaunt, the antlion guard smashed through the wall, large pieces of metal went flying destroying some of the barricade, the group split as the antlion guard ran directly at them smashing the res of the barricade as bits of wood flew past them, the group begun firing upon the guard the vortigaunt doing most of the damage, the antlion guard smashed Marinos knocking him into one of the walls landing on one of the shelves he was loosing vision, people screaming and gunshots heard even vortigaunt attacks then allot of banging and splats, the noise stopped and loud thumping footsteps walked away. 1 day later Marinos woke up, feeling dizzy with a sore hip, he was limping over to the crate as he fell over a large shard of metal, near perfect size for his weapon, he picked it up and stood up, limping over and swaying to the supply crate, he had finished his list, sure the shard of metal had to be reshaped, but he had finished and went unconscious again due to the pain. Later wanderers came buy, seeing the destruction looking inside scavenging the bodies until they got to Marinos’s seeing he was alive and holding onto the crate they dragged both on a sled like object, it was a long, hard journey, Marinos sometimes gaining and loosing vision, they finally stopped, arriving at a old working lumber mill with a nearby fire to keep warm, they took him in the nearby shed and gave him food and water near his bed, they searched him taking his remaining MP7 ammo and MP7 and looking at his design plans, they took the supplies and begun to improve on the weapons, they left him alone to wake up. While Marinos was sleeping the wanderers took the metal using the old saw mill’s saw the put the following features into the body:
Smoothen the body.
A small line for the bolts to keep in place and not fall out.
A small line hole through the middle to put the tension wire in.
Holes for each part (Trigger/handle, Stave, flashlight, scope, the stock and stock connectors.).
Marinos awoke, stepping outside after hearing all of the construction work going on outside, he seen them fiddling with his items, so he limped over shouting “What are you doing!?”. When he finally got over there he noticed they had the plans, and they were doing it right, he sat by watching them do their work, it was obvious that they had been doing this before the war for a long time, it most likely was their profession. After it they had finished their work, he had a crate of parts that could be fully assembled now, just had to be put together securely by a tool or some metal welding type of machine. Marinos headed on back to his destroyed home, a long walk it was but it was home for him, he’d gotten so used to the place. Almost back he seen a few dead antlions remembering of the old folk who killed them for him, he remember of the place they fought against the OTA at and the grouped area, Marinos had no tools, or any form of metal welding machines, but he remembered the vortigaunt, the vortigaunt that welded his scope secure, he decided to try and travel there next, walking a long journey with a limp, almost giving up he finally made it, the vortigaunt could see how much effort was put into this, and he accepted to weld them together for him using his Vortescence, Marinos stayed outside, not having much a home left after remembering it destroyed he decided to stay there waiting for his crossbow design to be finished.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
A new weapon
The ability to defend myself
Far range attack, so I don't have to get too close to my target
Defects
It's practically made out of junk
It's rusty
It's not so well created aiming wont be so good
Dirty
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to use to use my version of the crossbow against NPC's mainly, if against a player I will RP it due to the one hit kill, like a magnum, I could scout for people and even stay far away and kill antlions and such when they can't see me.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
No, nobody else will.
Which server does this apply for?
Outlands
Extra Notes (optional):
I only will actually fire at NPC's to kill them, if a player wants to S2M I will miss as in my defects it's made out of junk, I know you can't auth for weapons but you can't aquire a crossbow through generating items on Outlands.
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