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Steam Name: Hagrid
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:40584871
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: I believe the whitelist would allow me to improve my RP skills whilst enriching my RP and that of the other around me.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: Around 2 Years, ranging from MRP to CW:HL2 RP
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length]:
Conor O'Neil was born 15.01.1996, London, UK. He was born to a widowed father, his mother dying during childbirth. He ran from home at the age of 16, as his father was a drunkard and abusive; he fled to wherever he could find shelter, from bridges to doorsteps. He found a youth hostel, in west london; where he lived out his days, working in a McDonald's, a bar, and a restaurant, working his fingers to the bone. He worked until 18, wherein he had saved enough money to move away from the dismal and bleak streets of london.
Conor moved to a rural town, working at the local pub, and also living in it; he resided within it's attic. He grew accustomed to the villagers, making friends with some of them, more specifically; a girl called Chloe. He and Chloe grew close together, not only as friends; but as lovers. They progressively began spending more time out in the local forests and woods, camping with small groups of friends and regulars at the pub, getting drunk and 'partying hard'. Chloe drew Conor away from the groups, moreso as they spent more time together, becoming secluded from the group and being by themselves.
Chloe and Conor ended up going away, just the two of them, for extended periods of time, from weekends to holidays. Until one night, during a full moon; Chloe seemed to be acting strangely. She left the tent, to 'go to the toilet'. She had been gone for around 1 hour, before Conor climbed out of his sleeping bag, taking a torch and his phone and proceeding to search for her. He began to wander around the forest, calling her name; but to no avail.
It came to roughly 12:30, before Conor decided to head back to the tent, and call the police; when he spotted something, big, black, and wolf-like approaching him. He rubbed his eyes, deciding that it was merely a hallucination from being cold and tired; that is, until it roared a deep, inhuman roar at him. Conor froze instantly, he began to back away slowly, before breaking into a full on sprint. The beast began to chase him. It caught up with him, and knocked him to the ground. It howled at him, and sank it's teeth into his shoulder. Conor screamed in pain, as the huge fangs set into his right shoulder. He drew his knife, a silver plated Bowie knife, and slashed at the beast.
The beast roared, and fled from him. Conor sheathed his knife and immediately began to apply pressure to his shoulder. Conor began to rush back to the tent, where he had a basic first aid kit. He got to the tent, fumbling through the first aid kit, he took out a wound pad and a bandage, hastily applying it, he fainted from blood loss; becoming unconscious. He awoke to find that the tent was stained with his blood.Conor hastily packed up the tent, and began to move toward his car, only to find Chloe asleep inside. He drove back to the village, and spoke nothing more of his incident; believing that he would be sectioned for even mentioning it.
Conor continued to work at the bar, until he earned enough to move away, frightened by his stay at the village.
He now travels, looking for a place to lay his head, and call home.
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:40584871
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: I believe the whitelist would allow me to improve my RP skills whilst enriching my RP and that of the other around me.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: Around 2 Years, ranging from MRP to CW:HL2 RP
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length]:
Conor O'Neil was born 15.01.1996, London, UK. He was born to a widowed father, his mother dying during childbirth. He ran from home at the age of 16, as his father was a drunkard and abusive; he fled to wherever he could find shelter, from bridges to doorsteps. He found a youth hostel, in west london; where he lived out his days, working in a McDonald's, a bar, and a restaurant, working his fingers to the bone. He worked until 18, wherein he had saved enough money to move away from the dismal and bleak streets of london.
Conor moved to a rural town, working at the local pub, and also living in it; he resided within it's attic. He grew accustomed to the villagers, making friends with some of them, more specifically; a girl called Chloe. He and Chloe grew close together, not only as friends; but as lovers. They progressively began spending more time out in the local forests and woods, camping with small groups of friends and regulars at the pub, getting drunk and 'partying hard'. Chloe drew Conor away from the groups, moreso as they spent more time together, becoming secluded from the group and being by themselves.
Chloe and Conor ended up going away, just the two of them, for extended periods of time, from weekends to holidays. Until one night, during a full moon; Chloe seemed to be acting strangely. She left the tent, to 'go to the toilet'. She had been gone for around 1 hour, before Conor climbed out of his sleeping bag, taking a torch and his phone and proceeding to search for her. He began to wander around the forest, calling her name; but to no avail.
It came to roughly 12:30, before Conor decided to head back to the tent, and call the police; when he spotted something, big, black, and wolf-like approaching him. He rubbed his eyes, deciding that it was merely a hallucination from being cold and tired; that is, until it roared a deep, inhuman roar at him. Conor froze instantly, he began to back away slowly, before breaking into a full on sprint. The beast began to chase him. It caught up with him, and knocked him to the ground. It howled at him, and sank it's teeth into his shoulder. Conor screamed in pain, as the huge fangs set into his right shoulder. He drew his knife, a silver plated Bowie knife, and slashed at the beast.
The beast roared, and fled from him. Conor sheathed his knife and immediately began to apply pressure to his shoulder. Conor began to rush back to the tent, where he had a basic first aid kit. He got to the tent, fumbling through the first aid kit, he took out a wound pad and a bandage, hastily applying it, he fainted from blood loss; becoming unconscious. He awoke to find that the tent was stained with his blood.Conor hastily packed up the tent, and began to move toward his car, only to find Chloe asleep inside. He drove back to the village, and spoke nothing more of his incident; believing that he would be sectioned for even mentioning it.
Conor continued to work at the bar, until he earned enough to move away, frightened by his stay at the village.
He now travels, looking for a place to lay his head, and call home.
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