MPF APP
OOC Information:
Steam Name: Theseus
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:61961607
What country do you live in: USA
How old are you: 17
What is your time zone (USE GMT + or -): CST
What do you think we expect from you in the MPF (OOCly): To develop you and other people's characters using the justice of the combine and following rules laid out.
Any roleplay experience in the MPF from previous servers, if so, what ranks?: I've been MPF on a few servers. The highest ranking one was a SeC, which I RPed as for a few months.
What has been your favorite RP scenario on our server?: I have yet to see it, but I love medical RP. Also, interrogations are fun too. That being said, I enjoy passive RP just as much.
Give a roleplay example between a group of MPF members:
RCT: /me approaches the SeC and DvL and stops walking about two feet from them, saluting firmly.
SeC: Recruit.
RCT: /me drops his salute and stares intently at the SeC.
SeC: /me returns the gaze. "I can't help but notice that your training results were far superior to that of your colleagues."
DvL: /me nods in agreement, looking at the RcT.
RCT: /me relaxes his posture a bit. "Thank you sir. I hope to serve our empire in the best way you see fit."
SeC: "How about I promote you to an 03?"
RCT" /me stands up straight again.
DvL: /me Looks at the SeC and nods in agreement once more.
SeC: "It has been decided."
RCT: (Saluting) "Thank you sir. I won't let you down."
SeC: /me gestures the DvL out of the room. "I know you won't."
Give a roleplay example between a MPF member and an anti-citizen:
AC: /me trips over the empty can and loses his balance. He doesn't fall, but slows down a great deal.
MPF: Stop running, citizen. Your punishment can only get worse.
AC: /me wants to run more, but is exhausted. He instead turns around and faces the MPF. "Okay, I'm done running."
MPF: Apply.
AC: Place Holder, 12345.
MPF: /me pulls out his datapad and begins punching in things on it.
AC: /me stares at the MPF, scared of the results.
MPF: I see. You appear to have 8 criminal points. That makes you an anti-citizen. I'm afraid I'll have to add two more points onto your record.
AC: /me looks at the MPF in horror.
MPF: Your punishment? Amputation.
AC: /me has a look of panic spread across his face.
MPF: /me attempts to tie the man. (resist?)
-----And from there it leads to the untimely death of the late anti-citizen. Very poetic.
Do you agree that if you are told to stop playing as your MPF character when told, and move to citizen or vice versa, you must do it or you will be unwhitelisted?(When you agree, it means you agree without question): I agree and obey without question.
Do you understand that the MPF is a disciplined organisation and it will require you to remain mature and disciplined OOCly and ICly while flagged up on the MPF?: I completely understand.
Do you understand that the MPF follows a chain of command and will require all units to obey their superiors (includes admins) OOCly and ICly while flagged up and strictly follow the chain of command?: I understand.
What is your character's backstory (3 Paragraphs minimum):
An ordinary life? Yeah, I once lived that. We all did. You see, an ordinary life isn't a life with the charade of white-picket fence, a wife and two kids. An ordinary life is simply a life in which no unusual conflict is present. A life in which one can breathe and enjoy the luxury of living. In fact, I didn't have a white-picket fence or two kids. I didn't even have a wife. I had a girlfriend and her name was Amelia.
Amelia and I lived a beautiful life before the Seven-Hour War. We had ordinary hobbies, such as cooking, playing board games and going on movie dates. We would always find time for these hobbies whenever we could, which is what made our relationship last. Many people would look at our relationship and call it boring or absolutely ordinary. I would agree now. However, I didn't back then. Looking back on it now, I would give anything to not have taken those days of movie watching or board game playing or even cooking for granted. I'd cherish them.
Part of why I loved our relationship so much was because of the absolutely routine structure of it. Every day, I would leave for my job as a surgeon at the hospital at 6:30 AM. After work, I would arrive at home around 6:15 PM, where Amelia would either be cooking dinner or cleaning the house. If she wasn't home, she always left a note on the refrigerator telling me her whereabouts. This went on for several years. Both of us were content with each other and our own lives.
The Seven-Hour War changed the lives of everyone. For some, it lasted for only an instant, as they were killed in action. For most, it lasted Seven Hours, and then their lives were thrown into disarray. For me, it will last for eternity. It started when I got home from work at 6:12 PM. I called Amelia's name, but she wasn't home. I looked on the fridge and there wasn't a note. I began to panic. I called one of her friends, Janet, and she picked up the phone in complete shock. She was rambling on about alien-like ships attacking cities. I thought it was all an elaborate joke. I was almost immediately proven wrong when the power cut out for the apartments. I started to panic even worse than before when I heard the humming of the Combine dropship engines above me. I knew in that moment that I would never see Amelia again.
The Combine came into my apartment after clearing out the rest and started to tear the place apart, looking for me. They were just about to break the closet door that I was hiding in when I came out. I noticed two soldiers, both about two inches shorter than me. They told me to pack my belongings in a suitcase and prepare to board a train. I nodded at them and packed my things. Just as they were about to escort me out of my apartment, I hit one of them in their alien-like mask with the suitcase, knocking him onto the floor. The other one lunged at me, but I nimbly avoided his attack and slammed his head into the wall from behind. Just as I was about to grab one of their guns, a different looking soldier came into the apartment. Both of the soldiers stood up and saluted him immediately. He walked towards me and began to analyze me intensely. He opened my suitcase and asked me how I would treat the wounds of the soldiers. I explained how one of them had a fractured jaw due to the blunt impact of the suitcase and how the other had a bruise on his forehead from the wall and possibly a concussion. I told the JUDGE that the easiest and best method would be to analyze the soldiers through an X-Ray and an MRI, respectively and then treat them by giving them proper rest and medication. The JUDGE seemed impressed with me and offered me a job with one of them. If I refused, he would have killed me. I took his offer.
I'm currently sitting on a train headed for City 45. As I sit here, recounting my story, I wonder if I made the right choice. Would a just man have died with his people? Or would he have lived and worked against them? It doesn't matter anymore. Ordinary lives don't exist anymore. I realize now that my fight was never about Amelia. It was about saving the ordinary folk of the world. I realize now that I had two simple options: The death I see every day, or life. I've made my choice.
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How long have you been playing on serious RP servers?: A few years.
How long have you been playing on OUR server: A week or so.
IC Information:
Name: Robert Grant
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hair Colour: Brown
Weight: 145 LB
Height:6'1
Eye Colour: Brown
Ethnicity(Skin Colour): Tan
Distinguishable Features(Scars etc...): None
Have you ever been arrested by the MPF? If so, why?: Not at all.
Explain your reason for joining the MPF: To serve justice and lead the damned citizens to a life of salvation by physically and socially keeping them alive. (Socially being keeping them away from life as a rebel)
What do you expect to gain from joining the MPF?: A different perspective of life.
What are your strong points?(Experiences): The Medical Field and intelligence.
What are your weak points?: I have equal to or less than average physical capabilities.
OOC Information:
Steam Name: Theseus
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:61961607
What country do you live in: USA
How old are you: 17
What is your time zone (USE GMT + or -): CST
What do you think we expect from you in the MPF (OOCly): To develop you and other people's characters using the justice of the combine and following rules laid out.
Any roleplay experience in the MPF from previous servers, if so, what ranks?: I've been MPF on a few servers. The highest ranking one was a SeC, which I RPed as for a few months.
What has been your favorite RP scenario on our server?: I have yet to see it, but I love medical RP. Also, interrogations are fun too. That being said, I enjoy passive RP just as much.
Give a roleplay example between a group of MPF members:
RCT: /me approaches the SeC and DvL and stops walking about two feet from them, saluting firmly.
SeC: Recruit.
RCT: /me drops his salute and stares intently at the SeC.
SeC: /me returns the gaze. "I can't help but notice that your training results were far superior to that of your colleagues."
DvL: /me nods in agreement, looking at the RcT.
RCT: /me relaxes his posture a bit. "Thank you sir. I hope to serve our empire in the best way you see fit."
SeC: "How about I promote you to an 03?"
RCT" /me stands up straight again.
DvL: /me Looks at the SeC and nods in agreement once more.
SeC: "It has been decided."
RCT: (Saluting) "Thank you sir. I won't let you down."
SeC: /me gestures the DvL out of the room. "I know you won't."
Give a roleplay example between a MPF member and an anti-citizen:
AC: /me trips over the empty can and loses his balance. He doesn't fall, but slows down a great deal.
MPF: Stop running, citizen. Your punishment can only get worse.
AC: /me wants to run more, but is exhausted. He instead turns around and faces the MPF. "Okay, I'm done running."
MPF: Apply.
AC: Place Holder, 12345.
MPF: /me pulls out his datapad and begins punching in things on it.
AC: /me stares at the MPF, scared of the results.
MPF: I see. You appear to have 8 criminal points. That makes you an anti-citizen. I'm afraid I'll have to add two more points onto your record.
AC: /me looks at the MPF in horror.
MPF: Your punishment? Amputation.
AC: /me has a look of panic spread across his face.
MPF: /me attempts to tie the man. (resist?)
-----And from there it leads to the untimely death of the late anti-citizen. Very poetic.
Do you agree that if you are told to stop playing as your MPF character when told, and move to citizen or vice versa, you must do it or you will be unwhitelisted?(When you agree, it means you agree without question): I agree and obey without question.
Do you understand that the MPF is a disciplined organisation and it will require you to remain mature and disciplined OOCly and ICly while flagged up on the MPF?: I completely understand.
Do you understand that the MPF follows a chain of command and will require all units to obey their superiors (includes admins) OOCly and ICly while flagged up and strictly follow the chain of command?: I understand.
What is your character's backstory (3 Paragraphs minimum):
An ordinary life? Yeah, I once lived that. We all did. You see, an ordinary life isn't a life with the charade of white-picket fence, a wife and two kids. An ordinary life is simply a life in which no unusual conflict is present. A life in which one can breathe and enjoy the luxury of living. In fact, I didn't have a white-picket fence or two kids. I didn't even have a wife. I had a girlfriend and her name was Amelia.
Amelia and I lived a beautiful life before the Seven-Hour War. We had ordinary hobbies, such as cooking, playing board games and going on movie dates. We would always find time for these hobbies whenever we could, which is what made our relationship last. Many people would look at our relationship and call it boring or absolutely ordinary. I would agree now. However, I didn't back then. Looking back on it now, I would give anything to not have taken those days of movie watching or board game playing or even cooking for granted. I'd cherish them.
Part of why I loved our relationship so much was because of the absolutely routine structure of it. Every day, I would leave for my job as a surgeon at the hospital at 6:30 AM. After work, I would arrive at home around 6:15 PM, where Amelia would either be cooking dinner or cleaning the house. If she wasn't home, she always left a note on the refrigerator telling me her whereabouts. This went on for several years. Both of us were content with each other and our own lives.
The Seven-Hour War changed the lives of everyone. For some, it lasted for only an instant, as they were killed in action. For most, it lasted Seven Hours, and then their lives were thrown into disarray. For me, it will last for eternity. It started when I got home from work at 6:12 PM. I called Amelia's name, but she wasn't home. I looked on the fridge and there wasn't a note. I began to panic. I called one of her friends, Janet, and she picked up the phone in complete shock. She was rambling on about alien-like ships attacking cities. I thought it was all an elaborate joke. I was almost immediately proven wrong when the power cut out for the apartments. I started to panic even worse than before when I heard the humming of the Combine dropship engines above me. I knew in that moment that I would never see Amelia again.
The Combine came into my apartment after clearing out the rest and started to tear the place apart, looking for me. They were just about to break the closet door that I was hiding in when I came out. I noticed two soldiers, both about two inches shorter than me. They told me to pack my belongings in a suitcase and prepare to board a train. I nodded at them and packed my things. Just as they were about to escort me out of my apartment, I hit one of them in their alien-like mask with the suitcase, knocking him onto the floor. The other one lunged at me, but I nimbly avoided his attack and slammed his head into the wall from behind. Just as I was about to grab one of their guns, a different looking soldier came into the apartment. Both of the soldiers stood up and saluted him immediately. He walked towards me and began to analyze me intensely. He opened my suitcase and asked me how I would treat the wounds of the soldiers. I explained how one of them had a fractured jaw due to the blunt impact of the suitcase and how the other had a bruise on his forehead from the wall and possibly a concussion. I told the JUDGE that the easiest and best method would be to analyze the soldiers through an X-Ray and an MRI, respectively and then treat them by giving them proper rest and medication. The JUDGE seemed impressed with me and offered me a job with one of them. If I refused, he would have killed me. I took his offer.
I'm currently sitting on a train headed for City 45. As I sit here, recounting my story, I wonder if I made the right choice. Would a just man have died with his people? Or would he have lived and worked against them? It doesn't matter anymore. Ordinary lives don't exist anymore. I realize now that my fight was never about Amelia. It was about saving the ordinary folk of the world. I realize now that I had two simple options: The death I see every day, or life. I've made my choice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How long have you been playing on serious RP servers?: A few years.
How long have you been playing on OUR server: A week or so.
IC Information:
Name: Robert Grant
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hair Colour: Brown
Weight: 145 LB
Height:6'1
Eye Colour: Brown
Ethnicity(Skin Colour): Tan
Distinguishable Features(Scars etc...): None
Have you ever been arrested by the MPF? If so, why?: Not at all.
Explain your reason for joining the MPF: To serve justice and lead the damned citizens to a life of salvation by physically and socially keeping them alive. (Socially being keeping them away from life as a rebel)
What do you expect to gain from joining the MPF?: A different perspective of life.
What are your strong points?(Experiences): The Medical Field and intelligence.
What are your weak points?: I have equal to or less than average physical capabilities.