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[OOC PORTION]

Steam ID : STEAM_0:0:38884045

Steam Profile link : steamcommunity.com/id/oneafter909/

Steam Name : The Walrus

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How long have you been with Blood Run RP? : The server is called Borealis Roleplay. I have no idea what Blood Run RP is.

Why do you want to join the CCA? : Because you are looking for Metropolice? It says so right on your server title. Also, I want to expand my roleplay beyond the confines of the citizen whitelist.

Why should we accept your application(OOC Reason) : Because you’re looking for Metropolice, and I’ve got tons of experience under my belt - 48 years, to be exact.

What are your current whitelists? : Citizen whitelist.

What does CCA stand for? : COMBINE CIVIL AUTHORITY.

What happens if you fail to submit a application in format? : IT WILL BE –DENIED-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH NO

Finish this name. "John Awesomesauce"

What games from the HL2 series have you played? : All of them. I am also a play tester for 3.

Do you have past experience with this faction? Give evidence if so. : Yes! Here is the links to two of the past communities I’ve owned (I had Metropolice on these two.)
coloryourworld.forumotion.org/
vintagebeangaming.forumotion.ca/

How long have you roleplayed? How long have you roleplayed on this server? : I’ve been roleplaying since 1966. That is 48 straight years of roleplay under my belt. I’ve roleplayed on this server for one day.

Are your mature, Friendly, and tend not to complain? : I don’t complain unless someone else is complaining about ME.

Can you use correct grammar and punctuation? : Yes, sir.

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What is your name and civil identification number? : Joseph Collins, 90125

What is your gender? : Male

What is your ethnicity? : Caucasian

What is your reason for applying for a spot in the Combine Civil Administration? : I want health benefits and respect from my peers.

What do you have to offer to the Universal Union? : I know the streets like the back of my hand; I’ve also got an organized demeanor, so I’m good with paperwork.

Please state your mother, father, and brother's CID and name. : All of them have passed away, so they don’t have CIDs. My father’s name was Phil Collins, and my mother’s name was Patty Collins.

Do you understand that the UU accepts nothing but perfection, and you, and your family can be held responsible for any and all engagements lost where you were directly able to prevent? : Yes.

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Do you have any medical condition that requires medication? : No.

What is your blood type? : B negative.

What conditions do your family members have? : None.

What conditions have you had in the past? : I had an ear infection once, for about three weeks.

Do you need glasses or contacts to see well? : No.

What is your current muscle mass? : 10%

What is your current fat mass? : 10%

What is your height? : 6’2”

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Write your occupations before the war : Fireman

Write your life story up to now. (3 paragraph minimum)

    My name is Joseph Collins, and I am a professional. I have spent all my life believing in a hard day’s pay for a hard day’s work. Hailing from the Virginia swamps, I know not of evolving without pain, or fear. In the swamps, we were stoned – immaculate. The first time I ever felt pain, real pain, was when the maiden with the wrought iron soul tried to take me. She came in from the suburbs, trying to play a travelling Bible salesma saleswoman. I was digging a little down about an hour before she showed, playing with my friends, the wind pointed me to her direction – the bungalow that belonged to the Robinsons.

    I went to investigate the home, after we all heard a begrudged scream from the Robinsons’ bungalow. Before we even reached the front lawn of the household, the saleswoman exited the home, where we all got a clear glimpse at what laid behind the façade she wore. Without the long-brimmed hat she wore, we could all see that she suffered from drug addictions. She looked so pale, so desperate, and, she saw us – me. I could see the hatred from within shown from her heroin-riddled eyes; it was being.
We all tried to turn away from her approach, especially me. I could not bear to take another glimpse at the hag. Whence I turned, I felt a sting in my neck. It was a sting, and then a piercing pain. I had blacked out for several hours without knowing so. The hospital room smelt of sickness, death, and mourning. A residing sense of death ran through me; I was looking through a bottle neck at what had happened. I was informed shortly after that the bullet had made a clear shot through my neck, muting me for some time.

    I woke up this morning, shuffled off the garbage from my jumpsuit. I walked outside my habitat – the slums, thinking: Today's the day. I then began walking there, to the nexus, to apply for my position as a recruit. I went to the table and said out my name and CID; the cop looked at the console, then me. He unlocked the gate, allowing me in. Now I am here.