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Steam Name: Deathhawkdown
Steam ID:STEAM_0:1:51244079
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: I think I could bring a lot to the lycan community (of the three only lycans I ever see on)
How long have you been roleplaying for?: 2 years: I am fairly new to roleplaying on G-mod, but I am no stranger to roleplaying in games(I have a group of friends who I do RP's with on Halo, Supreme Commander 2, and other games.). So I would rate my RP skills on 1 to 10 at a good solid 7
Write the backstory of your character:
Alex Golden was born into a family of emu farmers. For as far back as he can remember, his weekends were spent at his family farm trying to help as much as a young child could, whether it was fixing pen fences or working on the 4-wheelers. Soon, they sold the emus and the farm. Alex, now age nineteen, went into military service. After an accident that almost cost an NCO his life, he was discharged. Unable to face his family, he changed his last name to the first thing that came to mind. This was some golden paint they were using at the courthouse he was getting his name changed. He moved from city to city, running from people that recognized him from the news. This led him to LA, he bought a small Apartment on the outskirts of the city with the last of his money, and started up a small one-man delivery service. Living off the small jobs that went his way, he had a good enough life. But one job would change his way of life forever.
It all started late one night when there was a knock at his door. As he peered into the hall, he couldn’t see anyone but a package at his feet with a note telling where the drop zone is. He took the package inside and after putting the package in his pack he started out the door. He started his walk across town, the city lights and the full moon lighting his way. Unknown to him, he was being watched by inhuman eyes. As he walked, he could sense something was up; movement just in the corner of his view, the feeling of something watching him, and people closing and locking their doors and windows as he passed. ‘Just drop the package and run,’ he thought to himself.
As he neared the ally he was to drop the box just in he heard a claw on cinderblock sound from above him. As he look he could have sworn he saw fur, now he was freaked, He ran threw his whole backpack behind the dumpster, and turned to run out the ally. It seemed all clear till he was pounced on from above by none other than a werewolf. He never even had any time to yell for help.
Alex ‘woke’ a few hours later, but it was like he wasn’t looking through his eyes. He was on top of the roof to his apartment and looking down on a cat( it was going to be a . He somehow knew what was coming next, he tried to move, to cry out for it to run, anything but couldn’t, his new form wouldn’t let him. His body tensed forward. ‘Please stop’ he thought, but his plea fell on a mind that was corrupted with power he knew nothing about. He felt it all; the rush of the wind as he fell, it flesh on his claws, and the snap of it’s spine as his weight broke it, a quick kill. He was forced to watch as he dragged its body away to a more secluded spot to devour his kill. He was about halfway done when he smelled them, the DECA, two of them, one is chewing cherry flavored gum, the other had taco’s for lunch. They stopped when they saw the scene before them.
“Got another one tonight” said the first
“That’s two tonight” said the second
Alex watched as he turned and charged the two only to be dropped by their Tasers. He heard that getting tazed was painful, but not this painful, every muscle in his body locked up and he fell flat on his face.
.
When he woke he was in a small room with a table two chairs and the bed he was laying on.
“Ah you’re awake” a man sitting in one of the chairs said. “Please come and sit we have much to talk about”
“Whe-where am I?” Alex asked, slightly light headed as he got up slowly and moved to sit.
“Why you’re at a safe location, where new werewolves like yourself learn to control and live with their powers”
“So that means...”
“Yes it does”
“And I?”
“Ate some poor Cat lady’s favorite cat, yes, oh by the way you owe her three hundred dollars for the collar you destroyed, but don’t blame yourself. The first time is always the most,... ‘feral’, but don’t worry after a year or two here you should be able to have better control over yourself.” He explained.
“Ok but did I hurt anyone?” Alex asked
“No” The man said with a smile
“Good, one last question”
“Ask away”
“When do I begin?”
“Out this door” He said pointing to the only door “will be someone to show you to your room and give you your schedule”
Over the next two years Alex just stayed low and went through the classes with ease. There he learned how to somewhat control himself in his new form. On the third year he was finally deemed safe to return to his home in the city.
Steam ID:STEAM_0:1:51244079
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: I think I could bring a lot to the lycan community (of the three only lycans I ever see on)
How long have you been roleplaying for?: 2 years: I am fairly new to roleplaying on G-mod, but I am no stranger to roleplaying in games(I have a group of friends who I do RP's with on Halo, Supreme Commander 2, and other games.). So I would rate my RP skills on 1 to 10 at a good solid 7
Write the backstory of your character:
Alex Golden was born into a family of emu farmers. For as far back as he can remember, his weekends were spent at his family farm trying to help as much as a young child could, whether it was fixing pen fences or working on the 4-wheelers. Soon, they sold the emus and the farm. Alex, now age nineteen, went into military service. After an accident that almost cost an NCO his life, he was discharged. Unable to face his family, he changed his last name to the first thing that came to mind. This was some golden paint they were using at the courthouse he was getting his name changed. He moved from city to city, running from people that recognized him from the news. This led him to LA, he bought a small Apartment on the outskirts of the city with the last of his money, and started up a small one-man delivery service. Living off the small jobs that went his way, he had a good enough life. But one job would change his way of life forever.
It all started late one night when there was a knock at his door. As he peered into the hall, he couldn’t see anyone but a package at his feet with a note telling where the drop zone is. He took the package inside and after putting the package in his pack he started out the door. He started his walk across town, the city lights and the full moon lighting his way. Unknown to him, he was being watched by inhuman eyes. As he walked, he could sense something was up; movement just in the corner of his view, the feeling of something watching him, and people closing and locking their doors and windows as he passed. ‘Just drop the package and run,’ he thought to himself.
As he neared the ally he was to drop the box just in he heard a claw on cinderblock sound from above him. As he look he could have sworn he saw fur, now he was freaked, He ran threw his whole backpack behind the dumpster, and turned to run out the ally. It seemed all clear till he was pounced on from above by none other than a werewolf. He never even had any time to yell for help.
Alex ‘woke’ a few hours later, but it was like he wasn’t looking through his eyes. He was on top of the roof to his apartment and looking down on a cat( it was going to be a . He somehow knew what was coming next, he tried to move, to cry out for it to run, anything but couldn’t, his new form wouldn’t let him. His body tensed forward. ‘Please stop’ he thought, but his plea fell on a mind that was corrupted with power he knew nothing about. He felt it all; the rush of the wind as he fell, it flesh on his claws, and the snap of it’s spine as his weight broke it, a quick kill. He was forced to watch as he dragged its body away to a more secluded spot to devour his kill. He was about halfway done when he smelled them, the DECA, two of them, one is chewing cherry flavored gum, the other had taco’s for lunch. They stopped when they saw the scene before them.
“Got another one tonight” said the first
“That’s two tonight” said the second
Alex watched as he turned and charged the two only to be dropped by their Tasers. He heard that getting tazed was painful, but not this painful, every muscle in his body locked up and he fell flat on his face.
.
When he woke he was in a small room with a table two chairs and the bed he was laying on.
“Ah you’re awake” a man sitting in one of the chairs said. “Please come and sit we have much to talk about”
“Whe-where am I?” Alex asked, slightly light headed as he got up slowly and moved to sit.
“Why you’re at a safe location, where new werewolves like yourself learn to control and live with their powers”
“So that means...”
“Yes it does”
“And I?”
“Ate some poor Cat lady’s favorite cat, yes, oh by the way you owe her three hundred dollars for the collar you destroyed, but don’t blame yourself. The first time is always the most,... ‘feral’, but don’t worry after a year or two here you should be able to have better control over yourself.” He explained.
“Ok but did I hurt anyone?” Alex asked
“No” The man said with a smile
“Good, one last question”
“Ask away”
“When do I begin?”
“Out this door” He said pointing to the only door “will be someone to show you to your room and give you your schedule”
Over the next two years Alex just stayed low and went through the classes with ease. There he learned how to somewhat control himself in his new form. On the third year he was finally deemed safe to return to his home in the city.
Last edited by deathhawkdown on Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:40 am; edited 20 times in total (Reason for editing : Finaly done)
