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  1. awesomeguy002

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    Since there wasn't one already, I took it upon myself to make one of these threads. Take part. If you're not keen on writing or you're stumped, feel free to use this template I made:

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    Tsuruoka Sakutaro
    40830

    Date of Birth (Age): 25/January/1966 (Age: 53)
    Height: 5'8
    Nationality:
    Japanese
    Occupation: Star Chef
    Background:

    Tsuruoka Sakutaro was born in the streets of Kochi, Japan. He ran an impoverished lifestyle - His father left at a young age, leaving his son Tsuruoka to pick up the pieces. He worked late shifts in a Fish Market in an attempt to accumulate enough Yen to pay of his father's gambling debt.

    In his position, he used deceit and manipulation to find his way around enough food to feed himself and his mother. As a young child, he'd intentionally drop pieces of fish in the hopes of being given it for free, accumulating the reputation as a vagrant and a brat. In his mother's eyes, however, he was an angel - every night, he'd somehow manage to bring home enough food for them both. For many weeks, it was burnt Sanma and ashy Hirame. But soon enough, he began to learn...

    Over time, his mother taught him the way of the knife, eventually acquiring the skills that would set him up for his future career. In his spare time, using his scrapings to buy ingredients, he would learn how to make experimental recipes using the most budget of ingredients with the guidance of his mother. He found a liking staring through the windows of open kitchen restaurants, watching the other Chefs cook.

    His adept agility and esoteric knowledge earnt him a position as Head Chef of a Teppanyaki restaurant called Benihana. With his newfound career, his life would take a swing. He finally worked his way out of his Father's debt, and acquired a cushy Apartment in upper Kochi, where he went to the RKC Culinary School to become an established chef. He was known for a skilled attention to detail and his expertise with the blade.

    With his new expertise, he found a new job - One at the Restaurant and Onsen Daikokuya, where he served under Master Chef Shogo Hirota. He learnt the way of the Master, and became a very experienced and dedicated Chef, his name on the lips of everybody of Shikoku.

    In 2000, he moved to California to open up his own restaurant in San Francisco, a Teppanyaki restaurant by the name of NovA Kitchen and Grill. In the late 2000s in his off time, Tsuruoka opened up a Youtube channel where he posted cooking tutorials and guides. Relatively unknown at first, he began a series called "Journal of a Master Chef," where he cooked peculiar recipes with new and innovative ingredients such as Isopod meat, Spider Crab and Frog. The series was accompanied by Cameraman and NovA Intern Chef Michael Walker, who filmed and tasted the dishes. On the side, he also made series using budget ingredients such as Grocery Store ingredients and improving cheap meals such as Quarter Pounders. In 2005, he even earned a Guiness Record for most leeks sliced consecutively while blindfolded in the dark.

    In 2009, his viewership rose to the hundreds of thousands, though his career was cut short by the Combine Invasion soon thereafter. Most of his life during the war was an enigma. He was conscripted and made work being the Mess Hall cook. Though his ingredients were poor and scarce, his experience in Kochi and his old Social Media channel lended him great credence in making the best of a bad situation. This may have saved his life, as his experience cooking handily kept him out of combat zones.

    When the Seven Hour war was at an end, the Chef quickly surrended. He was swiftly relocated to City 29, where soon thereafter he was boarded onto a ship bound for Europe. After a few years being reshuffled, he settled down in City 17 where he enlisted as a Civil Protection Officer in one of the Commerse Districts. He was always the pick for conferences and dinner parties, as his experience quickly caught up to him. His proximity to members of High Command during formal events gave him the leeway to finally realise his dreams of becoming a celebrity Chef - He was finally relocated during the Citizen Re-engagement Initiative, becoming a trainer and a role model for many Civilian chefs, who watched his late-night cooking shows that infrequently aired locally on the City 17 recreation channel.

    A year later, he was approached by a pair of representatives from the CWU. They offered him everything: A new job, a better apartment, a few higher letter grades of rations, but above all - A new, refurbished cooking show that would have greater funding and would air at either Early Morning or Late Afternoon, known as the Inspector's Cookbook.

    From then on out, his show became a massive hit - earning several consecutive awards in the Earth Administration Dissertation in Excellence in Civilian Media, completely blowing his largest competitor - Just a Guy in the city - Out of the water.

    Even if he thought he had everything, there was still one thing lacking - a suitable sidekick of Michael Walker's likeness.
    "I might be pampered in my current position, but there's nothing I miss more than my Mother's Gyudon. No Ration package or monthly stipend will bring me back to her and our cooking."
     
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  2. Fooz

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    Character Introductions

    If you aren't currently in a faction but you would like to test out the server content and get a headstart on your characters story, we will now be picking people who post a character introduction in the thread linked below to enter testing. Post a response describing your character in the character introduction thread and you may be selected to join the beta!

    Additionally, every character introduction post will be rewarded with 100 credits ingame for their character, so long as it's of decent quality.
     
  3. VenyX

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    Han Rongxi
    韩荣熙
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    Date of Birth (Age)
    24/04/1992
    27 Years old.

    Height
    6'0"

    Nationality
    Chinese

    Occupation

    Unemployed

    Background

    Born in Hong Kong, she had quite a rough life. She lived poor, and grew up with her grandparents. Her parents never were around due to always working at the same place. She constantly had disagreements with her grandparents, and always wanted her parents to be around more.

    However, disaster struck in the year 2000. Both her parents were fired from their jobs, and around the same time, the grandparents have passed.
    She never really liked them, but she couldn't help but feel sad for them too. Overtime, her mother started drinking. She started getting abusive, and started taking the little funds they had left just to sate her alcohol problem.

    over the course of two years, it started to get more verbally abusive, and even started to get physical. Her father still loved her, and no matter how hard Rongxi tried, she never could convince her father to leave her mother. He was still attached to her. Things were only getting worse and worse, more violent and more terrible. The household was a living nightmare, making Rongxi borderline suicidal for just how bad it was getting. So, she ran, forcing herself to roam the streets.

    Months pass, and she was barely struggling to live. She mostly focused on thievery to get by, running around in the lower-class slums where the authorities don't roam. Stealing from food vendors, dollars from them, and was even picking up on skills to pick locks.
    Not too long ago in 2003, she was kidnapped by a gang of dangerous strange Triad terrorists, where they discovered she had no one, and was alone. They decided to take her in as one of their own, and make her live like them. They seemingly also followed the old ways a bit more.

    She stole for them, she ran errands for them, and eventually they started to teach her martial arts the older she became. She became close to those that took her in. Viewed them as brothers and sisters in arms. She understood their views and ways, and was following their footsteps. Fuck the government, right? Fuck authorities. They're all just a complete fraud.
    She learned many, many things in the timespan she's been in the Triad member, and even picked up her own fighting style using a bo-staff. Of course, she also picked up a thing or two using firearms. Mostly the low-grade, 9mm firearms, or the six-shooter revolver types. Only the stuff her group brought in.

    In 2008, at the young age of 16, she became a full Triad member, earning her 'tattoos', so they say. Plastered upon her arms, back, and neck. At this point she'd be recognized by the authorities due to her tattoos. Luckily the Triad was smart and was able to avoid them without much trouble.

    In 2009, that's when she started to grow tired. She missed her family, remembering her father. She just wanted to see his face again, one last time. However, that's when the Combine struck. During the Seven Hour War, her Triad group stayed on the sidelines, being kept hidden, and staying underground. They knew this was a battle that they couldn't win. So they only had one objective; And it was to survive.

    After the Seven Hour War, her group surrendered, and was separated between many cities. Rongxi herself, to Seventeen. From there she stayed, being held there. From here, she lived a boring life, but entertained herself by picking up the violin in secret. She became quite good, actually. Ontop of this, she kept herself fit, and her skills sharp. She always believed that she'd have a use for them sometime in the future, but never planned on using them. She always abides by the Union's laws, and never stood out of line.

    However, in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder where her father actually is. She had hoped he had survived. That he is somewhere on the planet, living day-to-day life like she is in the cities.

    "I'm not looking for a fight. I'm not looking for violence. And I sure as hell just want to keep to myself. I want to be those few that make it through this fucked up alien invasion on this world; But if I have to, I damn well will protect myself, and what I believe in."
     
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  4. Lukemac

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    Keith Kelly
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    Date of Birth (Age)

    4/June/1981- 31

    Height:


    5'10

    Nationality:

    South African

    Occupation:

    Veterinarian pre-war - Unemployed labourer as of current

    Background:

    Keith Kelly was born in South Africa, not too far from Johannesburg; a city plagued with extreme poverty and illegal firearms. He was born on a farm owned by his parents, although one of the worst crime ridden areas in South Africa he was lucky enough to have a relatively wealthy middle class family who fed him and kept him educated in school where corporal punishment was a common occurrence, he was beaten throughout his time at school brutally for little to no cause by the prefects at his school who were given full authority over the younger kids.

    Though the trivialities of school plagued him in his young life he still made it through education with good grades and sought out the study of veterinary practice to help his parents on their farm, at only 18 he began studies at Cape Town university after getting solid grades in his examinations. He did decent at uni and even met a girl, 'Clarissa' who he had fallen for. Unfortunately for him his parents had a severe distrust and hatred for his girlfriend who was of African descent, due to their position of employing cheap black labour on their farm which allowed profits to be raked in.

    Keith studied for four years in utter solitude, with only his closest friends getting a few words out of him per day. He finally achieved his degree in 2003 at the age of twenty two.
    However, his parents incessant lack of acceptance led to their graphic murder and beheading from members of their black staff who had grown angry over the years due to the mental and physical abuse hurled at them whilst employed only boosted by the awful pay and working conditions. Keith's life was torn apart just like that, everything he'd worked for ruined, no family farm to work on and no - one to console with.

    Saying this was the causation of his un-hinging would be an understatement, though he retained his sanity through his work. He was employed at a less than glamorous veterinarian in the outskirts of Johannesburg near the area to which his parents old farm was (now sold to the highest bidder for a new apartment block development), interviewers simply didn't want him... he was quiet and too introverted despite his obvious qualification. Thusly the crime of Johannesburg found him and at the age of 24 in 2005 he was doing 'dodgy' jobs for local gangs, surgery, organ harvesting, you name it. Luckily for him he didn't meet the same inevitable fate of his parents and the combine invaded, taking the earth in a mere seven hours.

    With the combine came antlions, South Africa made the perfect breeding grounds for the dirty arid dwelling fuckers. A nest of large proportion amassed as the combine evacuated Keith and other citizens a-like from Johannesburg. But the gangs of Johannesburg (though futile) weren't willing to cooperate which landed Keith in a dodgy rusty old cargo ship with gang members sea-bound to the newly established City 9 in the middle east. It took months on end, some resulted to cannibalism, others attempted to fish for leeches (the only abundant food source now-a-days in the sea) and some fell sick due to food poisoning or vitamin deficiencies. Keith was kept alive only for his minor medical expertise. Some members of the vessel began using other members of the vessel as living breathing blood bags, trying to cure themselves of ailments, to no help. Eventually, on the brink of death a mere handful of members arrived at city 9, hastily being captured by combine forces with little to no resistance.

    In city 9 terrorism was still very much an aspect and he was recruited to the Medical Union in the local area to allow for assistance in the mass bombings that were occuring. However, when the rampancy of the terrorist attacks was quelled he was seen as an unfit medical worker due to his obvious inexperience with humans and from then on he's been shipped all over the world, forced to act as a worker wherever he's re-located to.

    "Ag, man look, just leave me be a normal worker but heh... if you need a kidney transplant on the down-low for a few credits then... kief'
     
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  5. Alpha

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    Bill Green
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    Date of Birth (Age): N
    ovember 20, 1987 (31)
    Height:
    6'3"
    Nationality: C
    aucasian American
    Occupation: Handyman
    Background:

    Bill was born in Wyoming to a very basic family. He was raised but never took an interest in his education and dropped out in 11th Grade. He became a mechanic by trade and co-ran a shop with a childhood friend before the portal storms. His handiness became a very useful trait and scored him a lot of business as trade routes broke down due to the wastelands. Now, Bill runs as a freelance fix-it guy and joins into Workshifts whenever they are available.
     
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  6. Chara HamSlapper

    Chara HamSlapper Newcomer

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    Carrie O'Sullivan/'Trashy'
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    D.O.B: 14th September, 1969
    Height: 5'10
    Nationality: Irish
    Occupation: N/A, was homeless.
    Background:​

    Carrie was born in Northern Ireland to two Catholic parents, rather unfortunately considering the situation that was unfolding in the country. Throughout her life, she never fully grasped the meaning behind The Troubles, the constant grip that violence had over people where she lived. That was when she was younger at least, far too innocent to grasp how viscious the lands were. Her parents cared for her and her sister greatly, yet not each other Financial turmoil was the end of their marriage, rarely being able to see both of her parents at once. Her sister was far older than her, already an adult by the time she was eight.

    Her family, consisting of her parents and another sister, were all doing whatever they could to hover just above the bread line. As such, Carrie found herself trying to distract herself from the depressing monotony that life dealt her. Two things caught her attention the most, garbage and reading. The vast piles of waste left in a near junkyard always left her with a need to explore and search among it for what lay inside whilst reading at the local library gave her far superior learning outside of school. She was reserved at school, narrowly avoiding conflicts by trying to get to know everyone, yet not get too involved with one group. As such, it was lonely.

    Around the age of sixteen, her mother was taken from her, victim to police brutality after 'misidentifying her as a car thief.' It was only three months after her sister was taken from her, having disappeared until found left in a creek. Left with only a paranoid, broken father, he urged Carrie to let him teach her at least a little in fighting, having been in rough spots before she was born. She still holds that knowledge close, having saved her in the past when bullshitting out of a situation wasn't a viable option.

    Once an adult, her father left under similar circumstances as her sister, then found dead. Loyalist groups owned up to it after suspecting him to be part of the provisional IRA. Without a familiy or friends, she found herself living inside that same junkyard she knew years ago, using DIY knowledge to set up a rather grand makeshift home, or as grand as it could be. She took delight in involving herself amongst heaps of garbage, always finding what she needed at no cost. Her knowledge would be put to the test once the war on the Universal Union had begun. She watched atop mounds of scrap as striders tore into any resistence and freakish figures executed those who opposed their rule through weapons unknown to the Earth. Months after, the junkyard was practically hers now, acting as almost a Father Grigori but one who believed in the value of Trash Enthusiasm.

    It could only go on for so long before she was found however, scanners being rolled out onto the country to locate survivors of the ruthless fighting that the remains of paramilitaries took part in, against each other and the UU. Ripped from her prized home, she was registered as a citizen, but disappeared. In reality, she always lived below the radar rather she knew or not. Carrie never did anything considered anti-UU as she hid from the ruling overlords, rather returning to her scrapyard and living it out.

    As headcrabs became a bigger and bigger issue, amongst other hazardous wildlife, she snuck herself onto a repurposed cargo ship, now meant for mass re-location of populations. Now, she's somewhere in Eastern Europe, living how she always has, amongst trash.

    "What was left in the past is now ours to discover, deep in the mounds of garbage! Dig, and you may uncover euphoria!"
     

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  7. Chara HamSlapper

    Chara HamSlapper Newcomer

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    ngl ive got no fuckin idea how the whole image stuff works on here lmao
     
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  8. VenyX

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    Alternatively, you can print screen, go into paint, select what you want to show, CTRL+C, and then CTRL+V what you want in your post.
     
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  9. Chara HamSlapper

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    oright, thanks my guy! ill keep it in mind for future posts
     
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    Octavian Lee Gray III
    CID #22422


    Date of Birth (Age):
    February 14th, 1999
    20 years old

    Height:
    6'3

    Nationality:
    American

    Occupation:

    Electronic Technician

    Background:
    Octavian was born in Dana Point, California to a family he can barely remember. He was only a child when the 7 hour war ended and afterwards when humanity was being gathered together to be processed into the cities he was stripped from his family and sent off to an academy to receive a new purpose for his life. Through the memory altering drugs filtering through the water what little memories of what he had before the 7 hour war are all broken up into small fragments, being able to barely remember what his childhood was like and who his family was previously. The majority of his remembered past was spent after the war, making the Combine occupation all he's known. Up in his recent years as an adult he's lived most of his life like the average citizen, working as an electronic technician making ends meat to try to get by in the world.
     
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  11. miguh

    miguh Newcomer

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    Date of Birth (Age): January 13, 1995. 25 y/o.

    Height: 5'8.

    Nationality:
    Texican.

    Occupation:
    Handy-woman. Professional bruiser.

    Background:
    Samantha Rojas grew on Monterrey, a town in Northern Mexico, daughter of a Texan father and a Mexican mother. While still young, she found herself another victim of the Portal Storms, and, with her parents, immigrated to Europe, hoping to live a better and safer life in one of their many walled cities, taking refuge from the new fauna. Her adolescence was plagued with riots, and other social strikes, something that she joined up with- and kept on doing even after the Union's invasion of Earth. Nowadays, she's just another face in the crowd, joining up in the occasional civil strike. Nothing special or noteworthy.
     
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  12. BatmanBro7

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    Ellis Justice
    CID #28044

    Date of Birth: August 12th, 1986. (34)

    Height: 5'10

    Nationality: New Zealand

    Occupation: Unemployed, was once a zookeeper.

    Background: Ellis Justice had worked in the zookeeping industry for some time before the invasion. When he was younger, he always did have a fascination with animals. He took care of his dog through the years, and as he got older he found his dream job working at the zoo. He felt he was set for life, working in a place he loves, talking to the kids about different facts, and taking care of all these unique creatures. By the time the 7 Hour War began, he was in terrified. Not knowing what was happening, witnessing the horrors of his world crumble. His friend and co-worker had died in front of his eyes, and he had to watch as the world was overtaken. He lost his friend, his old dog, he nearly lost his own life. When the chaos settled, he had nothing left except the memories. Ellis scrounged the remains of his surroundings to find anything. In the dark, he created an item of memorabilia, a bracelet. Now, he lives in the city with the memory of what happened. He still remembers seeing his best friend in his last moments, he remembers the fires from the invasion. He's just another citizen in this city, trying to live like everyone else.
     
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    Name: Nikto Konskov
    Date of Birth (Age): 26
    Height:6’3”
    Nationality: Russian
    Occupation: Risk Assessment
    Background: Nikto Konskov is a 26 year old man from Russia, Georgia. His father was working as a Hazardous Environment Combat Unit Joint Task Force, and he died in an accident that occured in Black Mesa, at Nikto age of 7. Without his father, Nikto continued living an everyday life, he was an decent student and got a job at a company specializing in risk assesment . He got skeptical about his dads death at age of 19, he decided to goto the police academy and was near the top of his class. He became a Detective, his partner was an old friend from high school, they reminisced about old times and then went in for a raid they breached in and hispartner got shot in the neck and began to bleed profusely. He calls for an ambulance but they got there too late. Nikto blamed himself for his death using alcohol as a way to cope. Konskov soon after quit law enforcement returning to his old job. Now that Universal Union took over, he needs to find what he is fighting for.
     
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    Name: Dakota Oakley[​IMG]
    CID:#948526

    Date of Birth (Age):August 12, 1986
    Height:6'3
    Nationality:African American
    Occupation:Unemployed
    Background:
    Dakota was a bit of a laid-back kind of guy. He worked in a simple job which payed enough for everything. The day the Combine invaded, he tried to help with the fighting force by joining civilian militias during the 7-hour war before everyone was crushed by the Combine mighty force. After the war, Dakota remain quiet for a few days. Nothing interesting was happening to talk about, nothing to do except to survive with the crummy paste, the Combine gave away. He was relocated from City 45 to 8, then 14, and now resides in City 17. The main and biggest city, He finds it alright and quiet but awaits another relocation, mostly from his loan being up or Civil Protection abuse everyone receives from people who think they have all the power.
    (that img is stuck there, doesn't appear in edit post so I can't delete it)
     
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    Name: Fester Lin
    CID: #79012
    DOB: July 7, 1992
    Nationality: Latin American
    Occupation: Unemployed
    Background: Lin wasn't anything special, sitting in his apartment and watching his favorite TV shows. His friends tend to drag him out to a nearby arcade or whatever the group felt like doing. One night, a night he will remember for the rest of his life, is the night when the war happened. A time where he and his friends were unfortunately caught in a blast. After being treated, Lin was transferred to City 17 and kept his place there for a long while. He regrets ever going out.
     
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    Name
    Sebastian Tóth

    CID
    80004
    Date of Birth (Age):

    April 18th, 1994 (26)

    Height:
    6'2

    Nationality:
    Eastern European

    Occupation:
    Legal Occupation: Automotive Mechanic Apprentice
    Illegal Occupation: Smuggler/Courier

    Background:
    Sebastian grew up in some run down city somewhere in the Balkans. His mother died early into his childhood and his father tried his best for a few years after, but eventually went off and either killed himself or pissed off the wrong people while drunk. Sebastian, being too young to give that much of a shit grew up with his aunt and uncle from his moms side. He had a decent enough childhood, at least enough to not want to shoot down a classroom full of children. That didn't stop him from choosing the wrong crowd to be around. During his early teen years, he found himself with dealing drugs and what not around the neighborhood. Eventually, he moved on to bigger fish. Through the years he became more and more trusted, after all he was good at his job. He was picked up a few times by the police but for minor charges. Never once ratted out anyone. Entering his 20's, he began dealing with illegal arms. Smuggling them in and out of the country. He was doing good until his partner somehow slipped up and got himself caught, bringing them both down. Fearing he would talk, the organization they were working for took out his friend but trusted that Sebastian wouldn't become a rat. Although he was used to getting picked up and not saying anything, it was different this time. If he didn't talk, he'd probably be inside for life. Fearing for his safety, he made a deal with the government that he would talk if they could guarantee his safety. They agreed and he ratted on the people he was working for. For the next few months, he feared for his life, constantly looking over his shoulder. That was until the portal storms arrived and he had bigger things on his plate. Soon after, the combine arrived, grouping them into cities. He still worries about running into those he wronged but hope most of them are dead.
     
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    Name: Pierre Bourdet
    CID# 88058

    Date of Birth (Age): February 14th, 1994. 26 years old.

    Height: 5'10"

    Nationality: French

    Occupation: Citizen

    Background:
    Plagued by the effects of the portal storms, Pierre was robbed of any real childhood. The countryside his family grape farm resided in proved to be suitable grounds for invading Xen life. Due to this, Pierre spent most of his life in local military encampments behind guarded fences. Food shortages, riots, and the haunting alien threat became natural to Pierre, shaping him into who he is today.

    When Earth surrendered, Pierre was thrown into the city walls with the rest of humanity. Remnants of who he was pre-occupation linger in his personality. However, many of those memories became clouded over time. He now spends his miserable days like the average citizen. However, like the majority, he dreams of something greater.
     
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  19. Emu

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    Name Caitlin Clarke
    CID 64398

    Date of Birth (Age): April 3rd, 1997 (23)
    Height: 5"8
    Nationality: Canadian
    Occupation:Unemployed
    Background:

    Initially moves into city 45 after the war, Caitlin was very quickly separated from her parents by the combine who moved them to other cities due to labour shortages. For the first couple of years she lived in the squalor of 45, hanging around the sewers and the underworld and living day by day. She was eventually found living it a collapsed drain pipe by a woman named Lisa Martins who took her in as one of her own. It is with Lisa that Caitlin learned how to look after herself and gained a strong dislike for the CCA and the UU. With her new family, she quickly became close to Lisa, hardly leaving her side as she grew and matured. The small band of criminals Lisa had were a tightly knit group and Caitlin grew close to them, still being too young to partake in any nefarious activities, she watched until her time would come.

    When she was of a reasonable age, Lisa taught Caitlin about the dangers of this world and the possible ways she would protect herself, both against the combine and other hostile rebel groups. This instilled a distinct aspect of untrust in Caitlin, apart from whose who had helped her grow into what she was today. As everything does however, this family came to an end. Continuous sector sweeps and raids thinned out the herd, depriving Caitlin of those who had been dear to her as long as she could remember. It was only a matter of time before Lisa because one of them too. With this, Caitlin now moves between the cities, never remaining to get close to any specific groups. She looks out for herself and only herself. It is about survival to her now, surely no one could give her that sense of belonging that she desires.
     
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  20. Camden1963

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    Name: Brad Chel #28423

    Date of Birth (Age): 35

    Height: 6'0

    Nationality: American

    Occupation: Citizen

    Background: Brad Chel was a Hedgefund Worker on wall street. He lived somewhat lavishly in a reasonably sized apartment, One day the UU Arrived on earth and The Earth's administration was set in place and The Metro police/CCA. Brad being the rational decision maker that he is Decided to Cooperate and Collaberate with the UU. Figuring that things were'nt going to get better and even if they did in the future. He'd want to be on the Winning side of the battle if the day came where such events happened.

    He Adjusted to his new lifestyle learning the Best ways to Collect a Good Civil status and A massive Material wealth. He'd done good for himself in his and Everybody's new lifestyle.
     
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  21. Drewerth

    Drewerth breen is a 4head
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    Name: Oscar Gustafsson
    CID: 24121

    Date of Birth (Age):
    August 12, 1978 (Age 41)
    Height: 6'0"
    Nationality: Swedish
    Occupation: Civil Protection Area Command Asset
    Background:
    Little is known of Oscar's past other than the fact that he's lived a life of privilege. He grew up in a wealthier part of his home country and reaped all the benefits of it: well off, a good education, a solid job. You get the picture, a man of wealth and status. Even during the portal storms he didn't have much to worry for as his family held the purchasing power that allowed them to attain supplies as necessary.

    However, not all good things last; the Combine's swift and ruthless invasion of the Earth ripped Oscar from his life of luxary and threw him into a spiral of chaos and lack of control. The first few years of the occupation were rough, even for him. It wasn't until he put two and two together that he realized his Actuarial education and the Combine's hellbent conquest on making quotas meet were a perfect match. If you can't beat them, he considered, and applied for placement into the Civil Administration. Some years go by but it's all too evident that Oscar's demeanor and and freakish persistence on meeting his quotas wasn't what the CA needed, but actually what the CCA needed.

    Oscar is transferred into his local city's Civil Protection force as a District Commander. This sudden shift into the role was not taken kindly by his subordinate units, but his no-fun and incredibly calculating attitude allowed him to take charge through means of threats and force - it wasn't long before the district was running smoothly. This process continues for several years, transfer after transfer until 24121 is formally promoted to Enforcement Area Commander. Nothing changes of course, he simply does the same on a larger scale.

    Now, many years into his tenure as an EAC, 24121 is transferred across the seas to City 17's slowly growing industrial areas. It's his toughest assignment yet, but he'd be damned to fail now - especially with the Auditor watching.
     
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    Log #1

    * Transfer tickets, time for my 3rd relocation this year. It's been a long while since the war ended. Feels like it was years ago as i have no sense of what day or date it is today. It is unusual for me to log my memories on sheets of paper, however living post-war is it really the only thing you can do to pass time. Furthermore archiving my memory grows in value the more i write about it, the more time goes by, the more surreal the old world becomes. I have to stay sane about it.

    * The protectors did not give me time to pack my things, they forced only me alone to the trainstation. All i had for instruction was what was on the transfer ticket, #29999 AM 12:00.

    * When i arrived the trainstation did the clock say eleven past ten and when the train arrived did it remain the same, must have been broken one.

    * Waiting for my transfer, some guy in the trainstation told me that during these times we may forget about our past. For future reference, Donald Reagan. I guess some people live with other names as means to hide from the protectors, they are not as forgiving as before. Though once if you get yourself into changing names can it be easy to lose your own name. We forget things more usual than before, can't put my word why we do that. Don't want to lose myself.

    Log #2

    * Seeing the landscapes beyond the city is daunting. Some folks call it the outlands, to my own observation is it understandable considering it looks like a frozen part of our time that is presently being pillaged. There was this one dock that was way above the sea level, it's evident that there has been more than a draught while i have not been looking.

    * I just noticed, i am the only guy on the train. The windows are not reinforced either, i could escape if i want to, but who knows what freakures lunger in the forrests.

    Log #3

    *
    This transfer is atleast more than a day long. No sound, but the railroad and cart crashing together, possibly the most quiet moment of this year.

    * If this train was to crash? What would happen to me? Possibly nothing, there's no insurance but our daily rations. Sucks, as that was the only good job i was good at. Perhaps i'll find other ways to handle money, though tokens are only credits of us being present. In other words, i think tokens are domesticated time.

    Log #4

    *
    Finally, some walls. Well to be honest, those barely look like walls. Look like spider legs sticking around the city that i am arriving to.

    * I had to hurry out of the trainstation, they processed me really fast looking through my suitcase by taking it away from me. When i checked out my transfer ticket was i given my new identification.

    * "The auditor is watching", this city has auditors that revize our bookkeepings? I'll see what is required in order to open a business, perhaps i can start selling insurances again.
     
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  23. Eric Sigerson

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    Name: Eric Sigerson
    CID: 74585

    Date of Birth (Age): 34
    Height: 6'1
    Nationality: American
    Occupation: Citizen
    Background:

    Eric Sigerson used to work as an arms dealer for countries, sending weapons and such to different countries in war. During one of his deals in Africa he was faced with an ambush, he was robbed of everything he had including money, weapons, and ammo. He continued forward to get to a military airport to fly back to America. During his time back in America, he got a regular job as a Lawyer.


    After the UU Invasion. He was relocated to Precinct 7, where he settled for the time being to live a safe life under the Universal Union.
     
  24. Hogey!

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    Name: Jerry Cade #64489

    Date of Birth (Age): 36

    Height: 6'0

    Nationality: American

    Occupation: Citizen

    Backround:

    Jerry Cade used to work as one of leads for one of the most well known construction companies in the US which was known as the Bechtel Group Inc. During his time working with Bechtel Group Inc. he majored in engineering and construction, working constantly day and night to get new projects and plans sent out. He mostly worked at the Bechtel Group Inc. headquarters in Reston, Virginia but he had to move city to city to meet with others and his co-workers.

    Now in 2019, Jerry Cade has adjusted to his life under the Universal Union rule, and moves city to city helping and working under the Civil Industrial Union with his partner Brad Chel.
     
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  25. BlackDenim

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    Eva Yoker
    8/16/1991 - 29 Years of Age
    Scottish Nationality

    Occupational Transcript [LATEST TO EARLIEST]
    The Rongxi Assortment - Cashier - City 17 [Kiev]
    Metroplex 08 General Administrative Assembly - Deputy Secretary of Laborforce Administration - Metroplex 08 [Tokyo]
    Lower Administrative Board - Laborforce identification, collection, and intake - Nova Prospekt [N/A]
    Political Conscription Ideological and Compliance Center - Trainee - No Listed Location






    Chapter 01: Inauguration Day
    A warbling, convoluted droning. The sensation of non-existence, and existence, all at once. An existential paradox, and the feeling of a black void. The sensation of nothing around me. A strange warmth. The unfeeling of my body - stasis-like. In my hands, a thick, official document. 'TRANSITIONAL WARNING.' It reads, in an official title and header, across the top. The Union Claw. A number, I know it's a number, but I cannot read it. Endless numbers. Endless lines of numbers, of cities, of districts, of precincts. I know it's a number, but I can't see the number. It's almost as if it's changing too quickly for me to put my eyes on.

    I look down, at it, I read the name on it. 'NOTICE OF MALCOMPLIANCE AND REMOVAL FROM LABORFORCE.' It says. Then, a last name, a first name, and a number. But again - I can see that they're names an numbers, but I can't read the name and the number. Changing, whirring past me, at an un-ending speed. I look up, and I see the inside of a disheveled apartment. A woman, slumped against the door,with her face, in her hands. The sobbing, and the crying. I feel it, inside of myself. The strenuous feeling that your heart is going to burst out of your chest. A woman, unlike myself. It's almost like I'm there. I try to walk towards her, but I can't. It's as if I'm separate from the room - but I'm there. I watch as she sobs. The same paper, before her. The same one that I'm holding, in my hand - feeling all too real. It feels hot - almost too hot to hold. So I drop it. And suddenly, the woman disappears.

    I look down, to see where I'm standing, and again, I'm holding another paper in my hands. It's almost the same. The city number, the name, the identification number. The same header, again. The numbers and names, are different now. But, I still can't read them. I can't comprehend the number, or name - though I know it's a number. I look up, and this time, I'm standing across the street. A man, in a standard uniform, embracing another man, and I can see his face. The pained expression on it, the same paper, clutched in his fist, held to the other man's back. The same one that I am holding. I'm standing far away, but inside of my mind's eye, I see his face up-close. Quivering. A stream rolling down his cheek. Laborers pass by, all in fast-motion, as they remain still. It's too painful for me to watch, and I don't know why. I can't comprehend what it is. But as I drop the paper, I look at my right hand, as bloodied, disgusting paper-cuts begin to form, a little more, as I drop the paper.

    I drop it, and I try to turn away to run - but my body doesn't move. As I look down, again, to see what's wrong with my legs, I realize that I'm holding another paper. The same form. The same header. I try to clutch it, and destroy it, but my hand won't move. As if my bones are screaming to move, inside of my hand, as I watch bloody fingerprints form, all over the paper, through the back of it. More numbers, more names. I look up, and this time, I'm standing in front of a small group of men and women. On folding chairs, in a circle. I haven't been here before. But there's a man, speaking. Trying to console the people, on folding chairs. Trying to give them support. Some of them are crying. Some of them have their arms crossed. In the abandoned basement, of some old community center - the smell of dusty antiques fills my senses. One of them is holding the same paper that I'm holding. I don't want to hold the paper, but something forces my hands to not tear it, crumple it, destroy the paper. The bloodied papercuts on my hands begin to deepen, lengthen, but I can't feel any pain. The paper soaks the blood, until it's all completely red, and I eventually shake my now-numb hand, until I drop the paper, and thrash, against the strange, black void.

    I thrash, I whip my head around. I turn around, and I'm dizzied - and this time, there is no paper. I stand, unable to see my own body. Unable to look away. At a stage - a great, blue, combine-alloy-trim stage. Before the stage, a pile of blue uniforms. Torn, tattered, some bloodied, some worn from wear. They all have their numbers, affixed, above the breast, and on the back collar - but I can't read the numbers. Past the pile, in front of the stage, is a row of soldiers. All standing in perfect uniformity. Their yellow, pair of eyes, row-by-row. Gun-by-gun. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder, without a single wavering wobble, between them. And endless wall of soldiers, standing behind a pile of disused laborforce uniforms. The blue denim of the fabric, so immediately noticeable.

    On a stage, I see something from memory. I see myself. My inauguration of 7th tier priority-labor-loyalty status. Dr. Jonathan Wolfe, clutches my right hand, as I shake his. His other hand, hands over the royal-purple, familiar band. Again, in my mind's eye, I see his face, up-close. As if I see from the viewpoint of me, above the stage, but I am detached, disassociated. The rows of glowing, Japanese text, burn ever-so-brightly, above the curtains. Metroplex-08. As I shake his hand, crimson red, viscous blood, drips from our hands, embraced. The armband, with a golden-threaded, "7," in the middle. I don't know what to feel.

    From my peripherals, a familiar face, approaches me. Han Rongxi, in the attire I see her in every single day. Her beanie. The Asian, familiar face. Something shines, in her right hand. I turn to her, slowly. My mouth agape, unable to speak. She continues to approach me, the angriest look I've ever seen. Every foot-step echoes. She steps further into the light, before me, and raises her right hand. In it, is a magnum revolver. The copper-colored flattened tips, of the .357 cartridges, visible in the rotating chamber. She continues to approach me, until she's an arms-length away, a disgusted look upon her face, staring at me. She opens her mouth to speak.

    "You're responsible for your own actions." She says once, before she cocks the hammer, and I stare down the barrel, as she pulls the trigger, the loudest gunshot I've ever heard in my life, directly in my face, before-



    -A sudden gasp of breath, and I come to, my view dizzied, head spinning, as I lurch forward, in a yellow char, at the top of the landing of the stairs, in the back-hallway, of the Rongxi Assortment. My beanie falls off of my head, and I look down at myself. Jacket, shirt, pants, boots. My half-eaten nutrient bar falls to the floor, as I sputter, cough, choke on my own saliva. I shout a frightened gasp, and clutch myself, eyes widened. As my view settles, and I grab my head, and look around. Down the hallway, Rongxi and Amber, moving a bunch of boxes, of clothing, in and out of the supply closet, across from Rongxi's apartment. Both turn to stare and look at me, as I catch my breath.

    "Yo, you okay over there?" Amber calls out, as Han kind of stares, looking over at me.I take a deep breath, and speak.

    "Ye..Yeah! Yeah. I'm. I'm okay! Just a *fucking* terrible dream. Good god." I say, smiling, breathing deeply, through my nose.

    "Aaaaalrighty, then." Amber says, looking away. Rongxi waves. I wave back. I lean forward, and pick my half-eaten bar off of the floor, dusting the crumbs off of myself. I get to my feet. My break's about over. I wobble myself back, behind the counter, gently turning the radio up again, as I stare out, into the cloudy, smoggy weather, watching as random passers-by, pass the plaza, on their way to wherever they have to be.

    Just a dream.
     
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  26. Ol' Canadian

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    Richard Bennett

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    Date of Birth
    29/12/1990
    29 Years old.

    Height
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    Nationality
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    Occupation
    Unemployed​

    Background

    Richard came into existence on December 29th, 1991, in Toronto, Canada. His parents were Robert Bennett and Marie Leblanc (Bennett). Richard had a very insightful childhood. His father worked as what they called an "ad-man" for an unknown pharmaceutical company. His mother was a nurse at a long forgotten Hospital. Richard was a very inquisitive child, always wanting to know more. He excelled with his work for many years. Reading was always a passion of his. He often dug down into books, always wanting to learn how the story progressed. His father was a busy man for a considerable part of Richard’s life. It would be common for his father to be missing on dates of importance, leaving him with his mother who he was none too fond of due to many overly complicated reasons.

    As the years went on he preferred to bury himself in his studies to stay away from home, when he was home however he stowed himself away in his room. He preferred to keep interaction to a minimum since his mother was hardly someone he enjoyed being around and his father was rarely around. His father did however find time to spend with Richard as an early adult. Richard appreciated this, but it felt lackluster due to him being missing before. Despite this, Richard was closest to his father.

    Richard was perhaps one of those "bright on the outside, dark on the inside people". He seemed to have everything going for him. His family was normal for the most part, but he absolutely hated it. His dislike for his mother reached new heights when he found out that she had another life with another man. He didn't say anything about it however. His father was never around as it is and he thought it didn't make a difference if he said anything or not. Maybe he had another woman too he thought. In response to this he further distanced himself from his home. He began competing in various sports in an effort to remain outside the house as much as he could. He was almost never home unless it was to sleep.

    He formally gave up any attempt to bond with his family and decided to move out to Europe at 16 to live with his father's brother. Although it wasn't his decision to make, his father made it happen. Perhaps he felt guilty and simply knew that he couldn't be there now or ever really so he gave up. He found clarity in Europe. He was no longer plagued by thoughts of his family and certainly didn't make any efforts to remember them. His uncle was a constant in his life. He was a real parent to Richard. Much more so than Richard's actual parents. He had become proficient in Russian and spent a considerable amount of time out in Eastern Europe who he had a fascination with. He immersed with it's people and eventually began attending university in the area. He had decided on learning marketing, maybe it was an effort to get back in touch with a part of his long forgotten father. He doesn't really know himself. He eventually returned to Canada while on break from his studies, but as he arrived tragedy struck. The Combine came...

    After the Seven Hour War, he found himself isolated in City 45 and alone. He had lost any connection to anyone he ever knew and now was isolated. His activities with 45 were nothing to really take note of. He mostly got work from the CWU as temporary worker. His policy was to stay down and out of sight. Documentation was soon discovered outlining his education and pretty soon his policy was nothing more, but a pitiful wish as he got pulled in by the Combine Authorities for questioning. His experiences and education was deemed useful and so conscription into the General Administrative Assembly went though. He was sent off to City 08 to begin work among others who had found themselves in a similar situation. "Political Conscript", not exactly the title he'd have at the end of his education, but he wasn't going to complain about the extra rations.

    Life went well for awhile, but his linguistic skills and his excellent track record had him sent off to the great metropolis that is City 17. Here he was to have a fresh start, with a brand new promotion and his very own office. Although as he arrived... his start was a little fresher than he had first assumed.
     
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  27. Rocket

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    Name: Jackson Helms


    Date of Birth: April 2, 1985 (35)

    Height: 6’3

    Nationality: American, Caucasian

    Occupation pre-Union: Office worker. Occupation post-Union: Unemployed.

    Background:


    Child hood


    Born in California in Los Angeles, Jackson grew up with a stay at home mother and a wealthy corpo in a Penthouse high above the filth of the streets. Jackson was homeschooled by his mother. Unfortunately, a mother who is constantly drunk off cocktails and sky high on coke isn’t the best teacher. Because of this, Jackson began teaching himself. Reading books and practicing math problems on his own. Through the many drunken beatings of both his parents and self teaching, he was able to get a somewhat decent education before moving out at the age of 18.



    Early adulthood


    Jackson soon moved out and went on to go to University of Southern California and studied in both Civil and Mechanical Engineering. He lived his entire college career alone in a cheap, small apartment nearby the college. Some would think Jackson would not have many friends, but surprisingly he had a decent friend group. The amazing brunches and late night clubbing was the only good thing he could remember back then.


    Late adulthood


    After college, Jackson soon got an office job for a security system company. The job paid well for a while, he was quickly able to get a slightly bigger apartment with the saved up money over the years and the new income. Countless hours spent typing away at computers, filing paperwork, getting yelled at by management soon grinded at Jackson. It wasn’t long till the depression set in. It wasn’t all bad though, he was soon able to get a girlfriend…. She soon ditched him for a car salesman in Hollywood after ten months. This of course took a heavy toll on Jackson. His mental health quickly declined. He was indeed a husk of his former self. The Combine soon invaded, taking Earth in seven hours. Jackson just watched from his window as the world began to take it’s new shape.



    “God wanted me to pull the trigger. If he wants me dead so bad, then he needs to get his ass down here and do it himself.”