Post by terence on Jun 24, 2013 17:36:55 GMT -5
O.O.C.
Firstly i have loved being part of the community thus far and i hope to expand and share my knowledge for the benefit of me and the community. where i am at now with my citizen Zeff Anderson i feel I have allot more potential to play a more in depth and complex character, I think that my RP skills are being unutilized. at this present time i also partake in Taco-N-Banana which consists of Stalker roleplay and Terminator roleplay i try and play at least 3 times a week on each of my characters with in the servers listed, i would like to say the server admins and fellow role players within the servers think i am a semi experienced role player in all aspects of skills.
I.C.
My birth parents.
My name is Mandy Carlson and i am female i was living with my birth parents for 5 years before the incident, it was a warm summer morning and the smell of freshly cut grass and lavender scented the air, my mum and dad where rundown by a van doing a getaway from the bank, it was lucky i saw the van soon enough to lay down before the van hit me. I have always thought that was a miracle that i survived, like god was watching down on me.
My Forster parents.
When i was living with my foster parents i was abused and beaten, my so called Mum adopted me just before she got married to a cocaine addict alcoholic ,what a crap father figure he was, my foster mum would work at the nights on the streets. I had a struggle finding who i was, most people would say they want to be a engineer or a doctor, i never knew. I never had self esteem and i was forsaken in the eyes of my family, i was given a cold damp mattress to sleep on and i was always cold and hunger just waiting for the next fight to kick off down stares. But that was nothing compared to the loneliness off a dark cold room for the majority or the day, the only solace i had was when i got the privilege of reading books , is gives me security and passion i needed to stop me from breaking down in tears and running away. Five years later when i was seventeen it was all to much and i built up the courage to move out the house and follow my dream of being a book trader.
When i left home.
I first started trading my books on the streets and when i sold one i could buy one and then read that before selling it on, i was just about making enough money to survive. But that was not the problem, i never lost the empty numb feeling in my heart and i do not think i will be able to love or trust again. My trust issues have followed me every where but i am on my way to sorting it all out. seventeen years later and i am 34, seventeen years of running a street side makeshift book store, seventeen years since i run away from home.
The seven hour war.
It was mid-day when i felt the wind starting to pick up and then i suddenly saw it, a massive ship of some sort. As the ship approached the ground it was deafeningly noisy, i could see the glass pains shaking in the store windows. The flow of people was insane and i got whisked away in a big crowed of people, all i could hear was a deafening loud bass and people screaming and shouting, over the top of the mass of people i could hear a women shouting "Help, Help one of them has got me". I jumped up to see over the heads and i could see one of the ships had landed. i could hear some commands shouted and then the sound of gun shots when on endlessly. I was lucky to be near a wall so i followed it away from the gun fire, the sound of screaming and crying filled my ears. I ran and ran as far as i could but where ever i ran there was bodies on the ground. i thought to my self that they must be doing a mass kill, sweeping of the city.i was running through the streets then i started to break down emotionally, i could not take it i had to get away so i hid in a crate i felt so much enmity and i started to cry, i muffled myself when i herd the marching sound of foot steps growing stronger and suddenly the crate was thrown on its side and i well out. i groveled to the back of the wall, they looked like they were wearing gas masks, one of them ran forward and hit me with the butt of there gun and i was out.
Me.
Background on myself.
I am English i am 17, 18 in two months i am an engineer i like using the lathe my favorite metal is en30b it is a tool steel ,very hard. I also like to play some Xbox ,assassins creed 1, 2, and 3 i have been playing role play for about 1 year and i am really getting into it. and i am looking to be a bigger part of the community.
questions
1. what the Universal Union requires in its CWU citizens.
Keep civil workers doors locked.
listen to people.
Keep your uniform clean.
Respect everyone.
stay out of District Eight.
be good.
2. loyalist points.
I have 0 loyalty points but i have allot of experience in role play and i am keen to learn.
3. I play HL2RP this much.
At the moment i play Stalker role play and Terminator role play i try and play at least 3 times a week on each of my characters with in the servers.
4. How long have you played on your server?
One week.
5. the job my character hopes for is .
A food and drink trading job.
