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Steam Name:
- Yøshї™
Steam ID:
- STEAM_0:0:6059942
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?:
- I wish to roleplay as a Dremor vampire merely to bring in a PassiveRP effect to this four-way conflict between humans, vampires, lycanthropes and Special Forces. I don't intend for this to be a character going out to look for a fight but to look to make friends and attempt to live a normal life.
How long have you been roleplaying for?:
- I've roleplayed on numerous games, mostly on Garry's Mod, a few times on steam chat and even on TF2 once. Overall I've been roleplaying for about three years and counting.
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length, use common sense and discretion]:
Hayden Weymourn, a rough-edged, gruff british man. Born in 1988, Hayden had a pretty standard life, his father was car mechanic and his mother unemployed and himself following in his father's footsteps. Hayden was treated like any other person in all schools and eventually took up a job as a car mechanic much like his father.
After several years in the car-mechanic job which he quite enjoyed, he came across and made good friends with a man named Kenneth McWell, who later turned out to be a Dremor vampire and decided to sire Hayden when he was the age of 25.
After Ken had sired Hayden, he began teaching him the vampire ways, but Hayden wasn't truly interested; he seeked to continue a normal life. He parted ways with Kenneth and set out to continue his life as normally as possible.
(Sorry for the EXTREMELY unimaginative and lacking backstory but my imagination is dead as of now.)
Give an example of Feeding RP (and CombatRP?) [10 Lines min]:
** A adolescent man reveals himself from the darkness of the alleyway, donning a bandana around his face, thin clothing and fluent movements; a proper thug. The man smacks a worn police baton on to his palms, carressing it with a grin behind the mask. "Look who we got 'ere..."
** Hayden is stopped in his tracks by such an individual, furrowing his brows as he goes over the male quickly and efficiently. "Let me guess, you want my money?"
** The man snorts and begins approaching, "Too fuckin' right, man. Hand over the stuff."
** Hayden shakes his head, flexing his fingers. "I doubt that'd happen in a million years; literally." With that, he approaches hastily and moves his right leg up, spinning on his left leg and attempting to send a swift roundhouse kick into the man's gut.
** The man is caught off-guard by such an attack, and stumbles forward. He shouts in fury and rears the baton back, attempting to send a blind attack at Hayden.
** Hayden rears his right palm up to grasp the baton as it comes to contact with him, recoiling heavily at the blow to his palm. He grasps the baton tighter in quick-thought then attempts to ram his left fist into the man's outstretched elbow that holds the baton.
** The man screams in pain as his elbow is pushed in a way that would cause harm, instantly letting go of the baton and grasping his injured arm.
** Hayden again spins around 360 degrees, attempting to send the newly-retrieved baton into the man's left temple.
** The baton strikes against the man's temple, smacking him against the brick wall and causing him to instantaneously fall unconsious and fall limp against the concrete floor.
** Hayden drops the bloodied baton and rolls his neck around on the joint. "Didn't your mother teach you better?" He glances about in all directions, affirming he is alone with the male before slithering down to him, propping him upright and grasping his neck. He unsheathes his inhuman teeth and sinks them into the man's bloodstream and taking a plentiful amount.
** After the time period of about ten seconds, he retracts and rises to his feet, sheathing the set of teeth and grunting, gazing down at the man's limp body. "Prick." He swallows up and spits onto the man before spinning on his heels and leaving the scene.
Give an example of Passive RP [15 lines min]:
** Hayden sits himself down at the cafeteria table, the place hustling with people ordering sustinence, chatting and walking around. Hayden breathes out a gruff sigh as he looks about at each individual around before examining his finger-nails.
** A young teenager with shaggy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a strong stubble walks up with a tray of his own food and drink, glancing at Hayden then to the table. "Hey, sir - You mind if I sit here with you?"
** Hayden looks up with eyesight abruptly to the man, going over him quite thoroughly before clearing his throat and nodding. "Sure, I guess; by all means." He waves him to a chair with his right hand before shortly after pulling out his phone from his pocket, entering his access password.
** The teenager nods his head softly and positions himself down onto the chair and laying his tray on the table. He tucks his hands under a large burger and opens his mouth, taking a tremendous bite into it. While he gulps down the mouthful, he examines the man before him, gulping the food down fully and asking. "How's your day, then?"
** Hayden glances up again after entering his password with a few retries. He simply shrugs his shoulders, clicking on his games tab and beginning to load the game Flappy Birds. "It's all-right. You?"
** The teenager takes another mouthful from the burger, gulping it down swiftly. In response to him, he nods, "Yeah, it's pretty good. My name's Samuel." He speaks out in a friendly manner towards the stranger.
** Hayden slowly nods, looking back to his phone. "Uh-huh." The annoying noise of 'ba-ting!' sounds off from the phone once in a while and the occasionaly 'punch' sound from a failure.
** Samuel groans slightly in recognition. "Flappy Birds, really?" He grins slightly and takes another mouthful of the burger.
** Hayden nods once again, continuing to play the game before being interrupted by a call. Hayden rolls his eyes as he sees who it is, answering the call and putting it to his ear. Samuel looks with intrigue as he awaits the verdict of the call.
** Hayden would after an abundance of nodding and speaking, end the call with a grunt. "I gotta be off."
** Samuel sighs slightly, opening his mouth to speak but realising he is already rising to his feet and leaving, quite curious about the stranger who didn't tell his name. He shrugs his shoulders as the stranger finally exits and continues on with his meal.
- Yøshї™
Steam ID:
- STEAM_0:0:6059942
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?:
- I wish to roleplay as a Dremor vampire merely to bring in a PassiveRP effect to this four-way conflict between humans, vampires, lycanthropes and Special Forces. I don't intend for this to be a character going out to look for a fight but to look to make friends and attempt to live a normal life.
How long have you been roleplaying for?:
- I've roleplayed on numerous games, mostly on Garry's Mod, a few times on steam chat and even on TF2 once. Overall I've been roleplaying for about three years and counting.
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length, use common sense and discretion]:
Hayden Weymourn, a rough-edged, gruff british man. Born in 1988, Hayden had a pretty standard life, his father was car mechanic and his mother unemployed and himself following in his father's footsteps. Hayden was treated like any other person in all schools and eventually took up a job as a car mechanic much like his father.
After several years in the car-mechanic job which he quite enjoyed, he came across and made good friends with a man named Kenneth McWell, who later turned out to be a Dremor vampire and decided to sire Hayden when he was the age of 25.
After Ken had sired Hayden, he began teaching him the vampire ways, but Hayden wasn't truly interested; he seeked to continue a normal life. He parted ways with Kenneth and set out to continue his life as normally as possible.
(Sorry for the EXTREMELY unimaginative and lacking backstory but my imagination is dead as of now.)
Give an example of Feeding RP (and CombatRP?) [10 Lines min]:
** A adolescent man reveals himself from the darkness of the alleyway, donning a bandana around his face, thin clothing and fluent movements; a proper thug. The man smacks a worn police baton on to his palms, carressing it with a grin behind the mask. "Look who we got 'ere..."
** Hayden is stopped in his tracks by such an individual, furrowing his brows as he goes over the male quickly and efficiently. "Let me guess, you want my money?"
** The man snorts and begins approaching, "Too fuckin' right, man. Hand over the stuff."
** Hayden shakes his head, flexing his fingers. "I doubt that'd happen in a million years; literally." With that, he approaches hastily and moves his right leg up, spinning on his left leg and attempting to send a swift roundhouse kick into the man's gut.
** The man is caught off-guard by such an attack, and stumbles forward. He shouts in fury and rears the baton back, attempting to send a blind attack at Hayden.
** Hayden rears his right palm up to grasp the baton as it comes to contact with him, recoiling heavily at the blow to his palm. He grasps the baton tighter in quick-thought then attempts to ram his left fist into the man's outstretched elbow that holds the baton.
** The man screams in pain as his elbow is pushed in a way that would cause harm, instantly letting go of the baton and grasping his injured arm.
** Hayden again spins around 360 degrees, attempting to send the newly-retrieved baton into the man's left temple.
** The baton strikes against the man's temple, smacking him against the brick wall and causing him to instantaneously fall unconsious and fall limp against the concrete floor.
** Hayden drops the bloodied baton and rolls his neck around on the joint. "Didn't your mother teach you better?" He glances about in all directions, affirming he is alone with the male before slithering down to him, propping him upright and grasping his neck. He unsheathes his inhuman teeth and sinks them into the man's bloodstream and taking a plentiful amount.
** After the time period of about ten seconds, he retracts and rises to his feet, sheathing the set of teeth and grunting, gazing down at the man's limp body. "Prick." He swallows up and spits onto the man before spinning on his heels and leaving the scene.
Give an example of Passive RP [15 lines min]:
** Hayden sits himself down at the cafeteria table, the place hustling with people ordering sustinence, chatting and walking around. Hayden breathes out a gruff sigh as he looks about at each individual around before examining his finger-nails.
** A young teenager with shaggy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a strong stubble walks up with a tray of his own food and drink, glancing at Hayden then to the table. "Hey, sir - You mind if I sit here with you?"
** Hayden looks up with eyesight abruptly to the man, going over him quite thoroughly before clearing his throat and nodding. "Sure, I guess; by all means." He waves him to a chair with his right hand before shortly after pulling out his phone from his pocket, entering his access password.
** The teenager nods his head softly and positions himself down onto the chair and laying his tray on the table. He tucks his hands under a large burger and opens his mouth, taking a tremendous bite into it. While he gulps down the mouthful, he examines the man before him, gulping the food down fully and asking. "How's your day, then?"
** Hayden glances up again after entering his password with a few retries. He simply shrugs his shoulders, clicking on his games tab and beginning to load the game Flappy Birds. "It's all-right. You?"
** The teenager takes another mouthful from the burger, gulping it down swiftly. In response to him, he nods, "Yeah, it's pretty good. My name's Samuel." He speaks out in a friendly manner towards the stranger.
** Hayden slowly nods, looking back to his phone. "Uh-huh." The annoying noise of 'ba-ting!' sounds off from the phone once in a while and the occasionaly 'punch' sound from a failure.
** Samuel groans slightly in recognition. "Flappy Birds, really?" He grins slightly and takes another mouthful of the burger.
** Hayden nods once again, continuing to play the game before being interrupted by a call. Hayden rolls his eyes as he sees who it is, answering the call and putting it to his ear. Samuel looks with intrigue as he awaits the verdict of the call.
** Hayden would after an abundance of nodding and speaking, end the call with a grunt. "I gotta be off."
** Samuel sighs slightly, opening his mouth to speak but realising he is already rising to his feet and leaving, quite curious about the stranger who didn't tell his name. He shrugs his shoulders as the stranger finally exits and continues on with his meal.
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