Steam Name; Anyonymoose Steam ID; STEAM_0:0:32694096 How long have you been playing on HL2RP? Literally years. I don't even remember when I started doing HL2Rp, to say nothing of how long I've been RPing in general. Why should we consider you for CCA?     Because I've done it competently many times before, and I actually know my shit when it comes to the things I'd be primarily interested in RPing. Which is to say I know how to actually navigate around a lot of technical and mechanical issues, and even some psychological ones. Plus I really don't want to get into any drama or anything, I just wanna find a stable place to chill and do some character development. What is the goal of the CCA?     To maintain the peace and quite in a city environment, primarily, and to do it through fear and intimidation in this community. Do you understand that ALL rouge actions need to be authorized by the CCA lead or Siren?     Rouge is a shade of red, but yes sure. Do you understand the rank system and are willing to take/follow orders?     Yep. Give a RP example of how to RP as an CCA Unit. (Minimum of 20 lines of RP needed) (A quick note, I tend not to do strict RP 'examples' very well, so here's one in a short story form instead.)     C19.CCA-GRID.i3.41426, or 414 as he preferred, sat cross-legged on his favorite cushy mat in the center of his work area. Around him was a small mountain of energy drinks, crumpled paper cups of coffee, and several monitors ranging from large to small. A single tortured keyboard rattled away in his lap as a pair of bloodshot eyes peered out from behind a set of square glasses at each screen in turn, scanning their display for naught but a moment before moving on to the next. He had been sitting there for the past three... make that four days now, pouring over diagnostics and reports from local Union equipment after a minor earthquake had rocked through the region. He had been in Forty Five a few years after they had shut down the mines near that city, and he had lived through the aftermath of the hive that moved in. The Ants had managed to dig under the city and the only sign that they were there was a short series of earthquakes, which got written off as unusual but not unexpected. And then a hole opened up and swallowed over half of the residential district before anyone knew what happened. Other holes opened up too, one just outside of the Nexus even, but none were quite so bad as the first. That one blow had managed to single-handedly wipe out the majority of the CCA population, and had turned what was already bad into a true nightmare. It was weeks, maybe even months before it had ended. He could still feel the rain splashing on his shoulders, see the bright flashes of heavy emplacement fire in front of his mask, which was cracked in an attack a few weeks prior. The Ants were coming in one continuous flood now. After the first two days of wave attacks they had gotten wise to the crossfire from the Nexus, and had started adapting. At first it was small, probing attacks to scout out weaknesses and test sightlines. Then it was a series of random bull rushes. When that failed they tried rushing at inopportune times, such as the dead of night, or early in the morning just as the sun started to rise. It only took a week and a half for them to decide that flooding us with bodies nonstop was the best way too wear us down, though it proved to be catastrophic for them too. 414's job was supposed to be maintaining ammunition lines to to the outermost emplacements, and making emergency repairs to fortifications as needed. Halfway through the first week though, he found himself clearing out a fortified building and manning the unoccupied gun himself. They had been breached, and while not everyone inside was dead, none of them were fit to man the guns. So there he was, grinding his teeth into dust while he held down the trigger on the up-sized AR-2, waiting for an overworked medical team that would probably never make it over. There were just so many bugs, there was so much blood, and then there was the [i]screaming[/i]. The Ants screamed when they came, and they screamed when they died. But the people, they were worse. The people screamed when the ants got too close, and they screamed when they were hurt or scared. They screamed when they got dragged off to god knows where, and even when their wounds were fatal and they knew the end was coming they just [i]never stopped screaming[/i]. He shook his head and opened his eyes, staring at the monitors in front of him. He hadn't even noticed that he'd closed his eyes and stopped typing, drifting away in the ever-present nightmare that he was still taking medication to deal with. But... he was done now. His eyes scanned over the screens one by one, slowly, repeatedly, and he grunted his way up to his feet. 414's legs were shaking from the sudden activity after days of being locked in the one position, but he was finished. There were no more reports or diagnostics. And there were no bugs. He was sure of that. Just routine seismic activity as the earth's tectonic plates shifted and ground against one another. The lower levels of the city would probably flood within the next few days, as the waves started to come in. There might even be some damage that he would have to inevitably repair. But that was fine. He could deal with repairs. He liked doing them even, it was relaxing. It helped ground him when the panic attacks came, if he couldn't find a smoke fast enough. Rubberized gloves fumbled around his person for a few moments before retrieving a crumpled packet and dropping a a roughly handled tube of tobacco into his palm. Speaking of smokes, he figured that it was about time for one. He was finished working, and he needed something to help his nerves before he gave his report. It would help stop any more daymares from rearing in the meantime as well, which was always nice. A short [i]snict[/i] sounded as 414 flicked his lighter open, and lit the end of the tube in his mouth. He took a deep breath and sighed. He needed a shave, and a good twenty four hours of uninterrupted sleep, but it could wait. 414 made his way, slowly, to the office of his division head. By the time he was there his smoke was finished, and he was just about running on fumes. A gloved hand knocked on the door in front of him, and he heard a muffled 'Enter.' sound from within. "Ma'am." 414 nodded and short-saluted his respects. "Ah, 414. I wasn't expecting you until the end of the week. What is it?" "Ah, yes. I've finished going through everything, and I'm ready to give you my report, ma'am." "Wh-" she stuttered and choked on her tea, smacking her chest with a fist as she coughed. "You-you're done? Already? There were at least a thousand records there, how the hell did you get through them so fast?" "I'm a fast reader, ma'am." The woman eyed 414 and nursed her tea wearily, "Did you... have you been sifting through reports since I gave you the assignment on Monday?" 414 glanced at the dual-faced clock on his superior's desk for a brief second, and then flicked his eyes back to her. It was Thursday afternoon, and he probably started a bit after lunch on Monday. She would probably lecture him again, for staying up four days straight on something like this. Something about looking after his health properly. Personal health didn't matter when an Ant hive swallowed a city though. Not that there would be one in Nineteen, coastal ground tended to be too unstable for them to nest in. "If I-" "God, damnit Alan." She sighed and set her tea down next to a sandwich. Roast beef, tomato, onion, lettuce, and some light oil from the looks of it. He kept his mouth shut while she squeezed the bridge of her nose. "You... do you remember what I told you last time?" Alan gulped quietly, his throat suddenly quite dry. He did remember. He was just hoping that she had forgotten. "I told you," She slowly spoke, taking deliberate effort to make her words extra clear, "I told you that if you did something like this again, I would put you on exterior diagnostics for a week." "Yes, ma'am." He answered quietly. Alan hated exterior diagnostics. With a fierce, burning passion. It meant that he had to go outside, and interact with people. That in and of itself wasn't so bad, but he was really bad at being an asshole. It just wasn't in his nature to be too intimidating or to scare people. Which meant that he was usually paired with someone who was, and that, that was the problem. "Starting the day after tomorrow, your job will be to inspect, maintain, and run diagnostics on everything that I tell you to. I will be putting together a list later today, and you will receive it on Saturday when you next punch in. Your partner will also be on the list, so make sure you read all of it." "Saturday, ma'am? What about tomorrow?" She laughed shortly, "No, I don't think so. You've been awake for what, three days straight?" It was four, actually, he hadn't slept before coming in on Monday, but he wasn't about to correct her. No, that would only make it worse. "You are to take tomorrow off. All of it. I don't want to see you back in this Nexus, or even out of your apartment, until Saturday morning. Are we clear?" "Ahh..." Alan hesitated, then sighed. "Yes, ma'am." Arguing with her would do no good. She would probably just tack on more weeks if he tried, he had learned that from experience. "Good. Now, give me your report." 414 nodded, and straightened his back. "The short of it is that there is no substantial threat to the city following the minor earthquakes that were detected last week, ma'am. Scans show that no significant movement has taken place below the city or surrounding areas, and there is nothing to indicate any Xenian infestation has taken root. There may be elevated water levels or large waves encroaching on the lower levels of the outer city however, as it appears that these quakes originated out at sea. I suspect tectonic activity, but without further investigation it's only guesswork. Would you like me to forward you the full report, ma'am?" "That would be appreciated 414, thank you. Once you've done that you are relieved of your duties today. Go home and eat something, then get some sleep." "Yes, ma'am." Alan didn't really like the idea of skipping out on a day of work but he wasn't in any real position to complain. Not when he was only barely awake as it was. "Dismissed." He nodded, and left the office. It would only take a few minutes to load up the full report he had written and send it off, and then he would sign out for the day. And for the next day, apparently.

the format is sort of trash and im going to make my own, but you put more effort into the bad format than was needed and essentially making it easy to ignore that the format is gay. [size=300][color=#2ecc71]heckin' approved[/color][/size]