~IC PART~
Full Name: Leuthen Suvorov
Citizen identification(CID): 21296
Last Assigned Apartment Number: UCH:B2
Total Loyalist Points: 1
Sex: Male
Age: 58
How long have you been in City45:
Leuthen was segregated into City 45 by the Combine and has lived there for one month.
Why do you want to join the CWU?:
I'm currently waiting for my medical authorization. I need to join the CWU to become a fully recognized Doctor who has access to the medical equipment that he needs.
Furthermore, City 45 is in dire need of not only Civil Worker's Union personnel, but also of Doctors. Whenever a NOVA unit has to treat a downed civillian and bring them into the Nexus to fully operate on them, they see parts of the base and compromise it's security. I offer the benefit of a civilian that provides a service to other civilians and reduce NOVA's workload.
But what do I get out of it? Being in the CWU gets me a warmer coat and the benefits of belonging to an overarching organization that can provide benefits for me like assistants and deference of supply overhead to managers. The CWU invests my stake in the outcome of the city the tools I need to fully attend to citizens.
Were you ever detained before? If so explain why:
Yes. I was detained for an audio violation when I yelled in the town square and was doubly accused of threatening a man. Earlier, I had spent my day in D6 talking to two young people. One talked about wanting to buy guns, I didn't respond because I have no interest at my age in getting into scraps with the CCA and stirring trouble.
A loyalist reported us however, when the aspiring rebel failed to whisper and let his voice echo down the towering alleyways. I was in the town square when I yelled if anybody was around, and a CCA officer detained me.
The officer decided that I indeed had not threatened the loyalist, and I gave him information on the suspect that talked of purchasing weaponry. I spent some time in jail and was released.
Past experience with work/labor:
I got my undergrad degree in England and completed my medical education in the U.S.A. I spent time working in hospitals treating normal issues. I wasn't a famous doctor, but I was competent at my trade. I matured over the years after numerous exposure to new diseases.
When the portals first opened I had to deal with patients whom were eroded with bacteria mankind has never encountered before. This experience completely dwarfed my time in the hospitals, where I honed a very basic application of my skills. All too often I faced patients that were destined to decay because of poisons that contained no known cures on earth.
Things got worse when the seven hour war came and the bodies piled up. Hospitals were out of room and the death toll rose to colossal heights that dwarfed the mortality of WWI and WWII combined. A world war one for every block on every street of the world for seven hours. I attained a profound witness to the horrors of war. Working the hardest I had ever in my entire life, and under unceasing stress, I gained competence in treating basic military wounds.
When the humans were subjugated to Combine rule, I was transported to a prison camp where I did labor like farming and assembly line working until an incident occurred and suddenly I found myself the camp's main doctor. My time was mostly spent treating citizens who had collapsed from work in the looming sun and contamination of the water supplies. Somehow, I was looking out the window of a train and watching the ascension of City 45 over the hills.
Name 4 things the CWU Can possess, and 4 things we cant. Also state why.:
The CWU can possess:
1. Radios - For communication with each other and the facilitation of synergy across the organization as a hole.
2. Special food like donuts, for selling to citizens and lowering the burden on ration distribution.
3. Flashlights - For sale to citizens to navigate the city at night.
4. Medicines - For sale to citizens and proper treatment of illness by the CWU Doctors.
The CWU cannot possess:
1. Firearms of any kind - firearms are outlawed for the inventory of civilians.
2.Explosives - explosives are also considered weapons and so are off limits to civilians.
3.Ammunition - Ammunition as well is forbidden to be carried by civilians.
4. Non-UU branded foods and paper.
Tell us about what you can do.:
I can apply my skills to aid citizens and lower the workload of the Nova and thus freeing their hands up to deal with more important matters. If I have a medical base where I can fully operate, citizens do not need to be escorted through the Nexus as well.
When a citizen is down on the street, I can use a defibrillator and apply CPR, but there is little I can do without moving them to a medical base.
I can also work alongside the CCA, being used to treating war wounds and incapacitated Nova officers if the need arises.
If a citizen asks for help and is new to the city, what would you do?:
Answer their questions and help them out. It's important to remember how clueless and awestruck you were originally when you played the game and do the same for them what was done for you by the community. You can also help by directing them to the catalyst-gaming website.
If the citizen is confused about the nature of organizations, I can let him work as an assitant for tokens in my shop as he or she gets the hang of the game in an environment where I am around to help with less stress.
~OOC Section~
Name: Joshua Kane
Timezone: Eastern Timezone (U.S.)
SteamID: Suttreetoadvine (Atticat shows up)
Roleplay Experience: About seven years
Serious Roleplay Experience: Three months
Detail a regular day as a worker of the CWU?:
I'll spend my day working with citizens whom need medical help. A medical shop will be opened to provide for needs at a standardized location that is recognizable.
By acting as one of the few CWU workers in the city, I can generate unique RP that is rarely displayed. Dealing with all of the injured in the city can be slow or fast paced depending on the day. I'll be on call constantly and a day will never start or end as a medic in the CWU.
Character Backstory: Leuthen Suvorov was born into a wealthy Russian family. His Father was an officer who survived the initial purging of the ranks by Stalin and went on to rise through the communist hierarchy during World War II.
When Leuthen was a child his Mother would play the violin and tell him stories of Russia's history. He learned of Alexander Suvorov for whom his family contained the same name. He would stare for hours at the Baltic sea in his summer home located on the edge of St. Petersburg, listening to the beautiful music of his mother's design. These were the best years of his life.
As operation Barbarossa commenced and the German offensive moved ever closer to Moscow, Leuthen was surrounded by the wounded, the crippled, and the dying. He would stare out his window every day in agony imagining his Father coming home in a state of disrepair, or even worse - not coming home at all. When the war had ended Leuthen's Father had returned home without right arm and nearly blind eyesight - he could never fight again.
It was at this time that the Soviets were fully on the rise as Russia transformed into another state entirely. Leuthen's Father, while proud of his country, would often talk about the condition the country was in. Propaganda at every turn, banned art, controlled media etc. His Father owned some rare books that were banned by the Soviets which he would read to Leuthen on occasion.
Leuthen's Mother and Father, concerned about the Soviets and the economic upheaval occurring during the 60's, sent Leuthen away to a school in England. This was the last time he would see his family.
In England, Leuthen studied chemistry intently. He wanted to understand how the body worked and what made it tick. Leuthen was absolutely driven to attain a medical license and return home to help his country and his Father. He would sit on the beach and read literature, watching columns of light break through the vaporous clouds. He would paint the setting of the sun, with no talent mind you. And he would send letters that were never returned.
When Leuthen had finally graduated with a degree in chemistry he went home as quickly as he could, planning on attending medical school in Russia. When he returned home there was scarcely a trace of his childhood home. It became clear to him why he was sent away. Angry at the Soviets for taking his life from him, Leuthen went to the U.S.A. as fast as he could to finally attain his medical license, fearing that England was not safe from a Soviet Invasion.
When the portals began to perforate the earth after the Black Mesa Incident, Leuthen had become a competent doctor. He was not famous, he was not brilliant, but he was good at what he did and he was needed. All kinds of strange wounds had to be treated by bizzare animals and monsters that had never been seen before on earth. At times Leuthen was at an absolute loss for how to treat the victims of people poisoned by substances that had never existed on earth before. The entire medical community was in shock. Leuthen began to smoke to calm his nerves during intense operations that tested the endurance of the doctors.
This was just the beginning however, and when the Combine finally descended upon earth, the body count was colossal. The sheer number of patients overwhelmed hospitals across the world. Leuthen had to start making split second decisions on fragile operations that would control if a victim would live or die. Billions were wiped out in the seven hour war, but Leuthen had made gained a penchant for making risky decisions to save a patients life.
Leuthen got lucky and was not killed in the wars, but he was moved into a prison camp with other survivors. He was assigned a group to work with and worked as a farmer throughout the day, toiling in the hot prisms of the sun. Leuthen argued with the Combine that he was a doctor, and that he could help, but they didn't listen, nor did they care.
One day a man collapsed in a field from heatstroke and Leuthen could not forget his doctor's oath and rushed to help the man. The Combine didn't take kindly to this, and threw Leuthen into a prison cell. The amount of days, or even years that Luethen subsisted in that prison is not known. He could scarcely see the setting of light through one window behind him lined with steel bars, but he had no way to mark each cycle of the star that harbored earth in its depression of space and time.
Leuthen's psyche had been tested to its limits when one day the Combine rushed into the system of cells. They opened the door and threw a man fully garbed in Combine Officer uniform at his feet. He was conscious, but responding in gibberish.
"Fix him" Said the Combine
Leuthen replied "I need medical tools"
The Combine dragged Leuthen from his cell and brought him into a medical room filled with devices he had never even seen before. Along the wall he could see blood, and tatters of a white lab coat with a medical insignia on it. They brought the wounded officer into the room, who was now coughing up blood.
"He dies, you die"
So Leuthen got to work as fast as he could. Desperately trying to figure out how these bizarre and alien medical tools worked, he tested and trialed over and over again until he became nervously sure that he was out of preparation time. Leuthen operated with haste. But Leuthen knew not what he was operating for. He was out of time, and began to dig deep into the man's flesh, eventually finding latent shrapnel within the man's body. He isolated the procedure and dug the metal out as quickly and accurately as he could. The patient was taken to a room where he rested for days on end, Leuthen praying each day that he would not die and consequently seal Leuthen's own fate. Finally, the patient recovered.
This caught the eyes of the CCA, whom being brutally decisive in their actions, took a miniscule liking to Leuthen for his high risk tactics when operating. At this point Leuthen was 58, addicted to smoking, and suffered heart problems. He knew he could never resist the CCA and the Combine, but he hated them. He still retained memories of his family and what Soviet Russia had done to them, and he knew what a free world with literature and art was truly like. But he was older now, and wiser. Leuthen knew that it was up to younger generations to make a real difference. However, Leuthen had always remained true to his Doctor's Oath, which required him to never abandon a person in need. The road ahead of him would be one of harsh decisions in a world where the CCA write their own Oath of brutality, on citizens and doctors alike - especially ones that harbor a different code of morality altogether.
In the end, finding himself segregated by the Combine into City 45, Leuthen decided the best way for him to help the people of this world forgotten by god would be to preserve his position as a doctor and do what he could. The CCA had a habit for leaving citizens for dead when they couldn't figure something out, and he knew he might be one of the few who could save those lives.
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Notes : I'm not sure if I was supposed to put my entire character's back-story in or not, so I just did. Also: my loyalist points are actually zero, but the application wouldn't allow me to put zero down.
Also, my authorization application for medical skills is located here -
http://www.catalyst-gaming.net/index.php?topic=15278.0 which hasn't been responded to yet.
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