SquejeMofo

It was my bad to allow you this prior to the application. Havnt been on in ages and got some requirements mixed with other servers. Your roleplay however today was quite good and I'll give you that. I don't mind the back story as it makes sense and the Royal Marines are pretty similar to basic infantry. I'm iffy on the equipment but Im also just an event chord so Ill let what I've said sit.

There's a single US made VSS by a dude who does gunsmithing for a living, he's had to jump through so many hoops, acquire multiple ATF stamps, and spend so much money along with the rifle still technically being illegal it just makes it hard to support something like that as much as so many of us want them. -Oh he quit.

I like the application, but one thing is is that you cannot get a VSS Vintorez into the United States. ATF has deemed it unsuitable for sporting, internal suppressor which would require a stamp, and 9x39 is extremely hard to come across. That's just my input

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Same taste in good music

Wow, what is up cambrysiel it"s been a minute since S4

You have a character that interacts with another one of your characters? The inception

Looking to trade some 9x19 Parabellum for 5.56 if anyone has some to spare. -Carter

+Support Anyone willing to wear bunker gear for four years is a badass. That shit is fucking terrible.

Oof'd

Person Profile Birthname: Carter Anderson Alias(s): N/A Age: Thirty-Five (35) Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American Gender: Male Hair colour: Dark Brown Eye colour: Dark Brown Skin colour: Caucasian Character Profile Description [Physical-Description] The Caucasian male stands at a taller stature. The man’s and hair both of the same dark brown color whilst his beard feature grey hairs spread about it. The man speaks with a rough and scratchy southern American accent. Marks of Distinction: -Large blade induced scar across left forearm -Full tattoo sleeve upon left and right arms -Tattoo on left lower Abdomen -Tattoo on left peck Attire of Distinction: -U.S Army OCP Combat Trousers -Black T-Shirt w/ Grey Fleece Jacket -Large Sherpa Overcoat -Brown Leather Stetson Hat w/ Hearing Protection and a painted bandana Equipment of Distinction: -The man is usually seen with a rugged and fatigues plate carrier, battle belt and toting an old M4. Medical Profile Military Service Profile Character Relationships: -To Be Added-

Aint no way a man from Commiefornia listens to godly David Allen Coe

I actually have contracted every single mental illness, experienced three strokes, and attempted to hang myself after reading this. Very cool, thank you Knomad

Just an fyi, we call the mall here 16th Street Mall

Thanks boss

I think thats support because it's green so Thank you

APPLICATION ADD-ON Equipment: [*] FN M4A1 w/ Tijicon Fiber Optic TA-51, dead and destroyed PEQ-15, cracked stock, and 1 magazine w/ 16 rounds remaining. Reasoning: The character is former military and was issued a FN M4A1 before the full outbreak. Seeing as how during the initial months to even first two years the 5.56x45, .223, or M85 type rounds are one of the most common calibers in the U.S and is heavily used by Law Enforcement and Military. Keeping the rifle on hand would have been one of the smarter moves for Anderson to make. The four years of use however has taken a toll on the rifle. He's attempted to keep it as pristine as possible but nature happens leading to the rifle to have quite a few dings and scuffs, a cracked stock, and grime in almost every nook and cranny.

+support Having a different input to the outbreak from an outside country may lead to some pretty cool roleplay even if it is 4 years after. The equipment he's asking for isnt really all that much as majority of it is cosmetic or for carrying shit.

Oh god damn, okay. Well anyways, +Support

Woah, woah, when did you play my server/community?

I'm gonna start out as Lawful Neutral and through roleplay we'll see where it ends up.

I believe this is more so what ya'll were looking for. If it is not please let me know. -Changed Lawful Evil to Lawful Neutral -Added a small background addition regarding the basis of his four years of survival after the fall -Added a roleplay example of a small scenario showing how Anderson would act.

Fair enough, I thought I'd include it just for the asthetic and so that if it does get accepted there's no chance of asspulling. I will update the application regarding the present a little more.

Holy fuck, this formatting is destroyed, I'll try to fix it tonight when i'm no longer on mobile.

[OOC Information] Steam Name: SquejeMofo SteamID: STEAM_0:0:59915460 Steam Link: https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198080096648/ Roleplay Background: [*] Owner of Blueberry Gaming Outbreak Roleplay, Infinity Gaming Outbreak Roleplay, and Nova Vita Frundtech Roleplay. [*] Staff on The Creek [1&2], Cyberpunk 2118, Cyberpunk 2115, Newlight, NS FTRP, Respite, Sector Four STALKER RP, The Trash, and a few others. [*] Another 3,000 hours of various serious roleplay schemas including generation two of Zero Hour. [*] Outside of Garry’s Mod I’ve been apart of various ArmA 2 Realism Units, DayZRP on standalone and mod. How did you stumble upon our server?: I previously played on Gen 2 iteration and it was probably my favorite server and community I’ve been apart of since LP’s QZRP. Recommendation(s): Knomad, Legion, SillyKilla, Metwad Extra Notes: How I acted on the last rendition has changed and I’m not longer the moody, bitchy teenager I was. I don’t know if there is anyone that still has a problem with me but if you do just add me and we can figure out an agreement. [IC Information] Character Name: Carter Anderson Character Age: Thirty-Five [35] Former Occupation: U.S Army Veteran Requested Equipment/knowledge: [*] A pair of rugged, very beat up OCP Combat pants. [*] A somewhat stocked with basic survival supplies ALICE rucksack [*] Old issued plate carrier, mainly used as an LBV. Only has the front SAPI. [*] EMT-P/TCCC Knowledge [Paramedic and Tactical Combat Casualty Care] [*] Above-average marksmanship with an AR platform [*] Average marksmanship with the standard issue sidearm. [Either M92 or a P320] Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral Strengths: [*] Orderliness [*] Self-Discipline [*] Assertiveness [*] Modesty Weaknesses: [*] Angry Hostility [*] Compliance [*] Depth of emotions “Missile Silo Survivors” Opinion: Neutral Character Background: [*] 2020 - Present Day - Throughout the events that unfolded after the fall of any civilized government Carter took to the ways of many survivors. In the earlier days he stayed on his feet and never stayed longer than two days in any secluded location. He kept away from cities and scavenged only from smaller rural towns and tried to stay away from the main infected attractions. He attempted interactions with anyone he could during the early days, trying to find word about anything and everything. As time progressed and various encounters with the not so friendly survivors of the new world, Anderson began to keep to himself. Simply working to survive on his own was easier than trying to gather enough supplies to sustain a group. During this time he still interacted with the settlements and safe zones he came across, bartering his medical knowledge for various supplies and anything to get him to some place new. Not only would he assist those willing to barter, during a caravan of survivors was struck by both infected and cleaned up by bandits, Anderson offered his skills to the combatants in order for his own life and supplies, leaving to move on to a new place. Surviving the years was not a cake walk. From scrounging for the last drop of water and the last bite of food to having to defend himself from humans and infected alike. Upon hearing word from a trader of a newer safe zone that seemed to be the last hope in an old missile silo he began to barter his skills and any spare items he may have to get closer and closer to that location. Growing older was beginning to become relevant and he looked to be somewhere with a decent group in order to live out his days helping those that needed it and being safe himself. Roleplay Example: **Anderson along with a small group of survivors, maybe three enter an old and rugged tobacco barn. The slits in the walls allow just enough light in for the shadows and outlines of objects to be noticeable. The old and stale tobacco leaves swaying with the breeze and crunching to the touch as the group progresses in.** Survivor 1: "Quick and clean, don't grab anything we don't need back home and try not to make too much noise." **The survivors nod almost in unison as they begin to spread out along the edges of the barn, the sound of the wind whistling through the entrance as everything else falls quiet. Crunch after crunch of their shoes hitting the dead leaves. From somewhere within the barn an unknown voice would emit before three gunshots could be heard followed by a screech of one of the survivors. Leaves could be heard crunching under the weight of the man before the crew returns fire, frantic and spastic as they do so. Various holes put into the barn walls allow more and more light to beam through as something hard smacking wood could be heard.** Survivor 2: "F-fuck man! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Survivor 1: "Shut the fuck up you're going to draw the infected if the gunfire didn't!" Anderson: "Where is he? I can't see him!" **Carter Anderson approaches the downed survivor as he swings his trauma kit over his shoulder, quickly flopping it on the ground and unzipping it. He'd look over the various medical supplies in the bag, majority of it being homemade and quite shanty as he retrieves his knife, tearing the man's pant leg open from where the main portion of blood is seen emitting. Anderson would examine the wound, the blood oozing out rather then bursting showing a non arterial bleed. Quickly Carter retrieves a roll of kerlix, using his thumb to press it into the would as the man lets out a ear piercing scream, shuttering Carter's thoughts as he continues packing before removing an old headband repurposed as a pressure dressing, he'd place it over the gauze before tightening it and zipping his bag up, peering around the barn.** Survivor 1 & 3: "He's in the back room! He's down!" Gunman: "Please, p-please, I'm sorry ... I-I don't know what I did." **One of the survivors, known as survivor one raises his makeshift slamfire shotgun up to the gunman's direction as Carter enters the room. Grasping the rear of it as if he was about to fire before Anderson stepped in front, speaking quickly in hopes to not take the buckshot to the gut.** Anderson: "He is still human, whether he killed or not he deserves to at least be bandaged and sent on his way to face the zekes. Let me help him." Survivor 1: "You do whatever the fuck you want, you're a dumbass. I'm getting the other schmuck home and I better see you back there." **He walks off.* Gunman: "T-thank you, I-i'm sorry." **Anderson does not speak to the gunman as he retrieves his aid bag once more, removing the more expired and non-sterile supplies from it as he attempts to patch up the gunman as good as possible. He'd reach over, taking the gunman's firearm and satchel as he finishes up the medical work on him before standing up and slinging the supplies over his shoulder. With a quick turn of the heel he'd head for the door as the sound of the infected forming outside of the barn could be heard.**