Name: Lloyd McGregor
Birthplace: Planet Manhattan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 189.92cm
Weight: 104.2kg
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: Brown
Parents: My mother died giving birth to me so all I know about her is from pictures and stories from my father. My father is a senior Landing Pad Maintenance Operator (LPMO).
Family: My Father Eli McGregor is all I have he slaved day and night to provide what he could for me as a child and people look down on his poor financial status.
Martial Status: Lone Wolf
History: I was raised a poor hard working man by my father in Manhattan. My Mother Stephany McGregor died of blood loss during childbirth. I watched a hardworking man such as my father work his hands until they bled to provide the best he could for his only child. Watching him work through the slums of Manhattan gave me a backbone of steel. I found any ways I could to help support my father after decades of work. I fought underground for scraps of credits, I would freelance transporting goods to bases, and even the occasional smuggling to Pittsburg realized that if you want something you have to take it. Once I realized this I knew that the beyond the nebula clouds was something greater! I would catch glimpses of work that I admired from the Rogues in the local news. Fearless, relentless, and ruthless, I knew this is were I belonged.
Chosen Vessel: Anything Rogue. If it's Rogue it's Right.
Previous Occupation: Smuggler / Ice Cream Transporter
Why you wish to join us: I heard the Alcatraz Rogues had the balls to take whatever they want. I've been looking for a place that rewards hard work, Doesn't take sh*t from anyone, and can drink more ale than anyone in Sirius. I am a true blood hound at heart.
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Character picture: http://orig01.deviantart.net/2317/f/2012...4zq1zw.jpg
Skype: Laufi Time
Have you ever been sanctioned before: NO
Role play skill level: Mid
PVP skill level: Mid
Understand "Server Rules": YES
"There's only one thing I hate more than lying: skim milk. which is water that's lying about being milk."
-Ron Swanson
Aye aye Mr. Lloyd. Com' sit on the table, you might have more thins' to tell us 'bout you, at the time you swalloe som' burnin' Absinthe. Com' Com' Com' , the Alcatraz doors are open today!
Name:Samuel Williams Birthplace:Baffalo, New York Badlands Age:38 Gender:Male Height:6 foot 3 Inches Weight:90Kgs Hair Color:Black Eye Color:Green Parents:Maxwell and Susan Williams Family:Maxwell and Susan Williams (parents) Martial Status:Single Other:Gunboat and Cruiser expert History:Nothing was known about his life in Liberty since he had been shot a few times by Liberty Navy in the leg and still, able to break out from Jail on Manhattan. Since then he had moved on with his life working on a way to revenge his Capture.. Chosen Vessel:Hellhound or Scylla Previous Occupation:None known Why you wish to join us:To revenge for his capture in liberty. What can you bring to the table:My ship experience who can help turn the sides around
// OORP Section: Skype Username:*Classifield* Have you ever been sanctioned before:No, but I've been Offered to Join What was you sanctioned for:None known as I personal know What do you think your roleplay skill level is: Low/Mid/HighMed (Low-Med) What do you think your pvp skill level is Low/Med/High:Good to Defend himself.
Is only qualified to drive only Gunboats and Cruisers Have you read and understood the server rules: "Server Rules"Yes BIO: http://discoverygc.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=151593
Aye Aye Mr. Williams. We won't ensure that ya'll get ya revenge, though you will hav' som' beers and kills for sure . Now take a seat and tell us more 'bout ya.
Character Picture: Name:Preston Mccarty Birthplace:Planet Los Angeles Age:53 Gender:Male Height:1,72 meters Weight:80 Kilograms Hair Color:grey Eye Color:Brown Parents:Oliver and Elizabeth Mccarty, getting fat and lazy, spending their days in Planet Los Angeles. Family:I've already told you about my parents and my brother is a lawyer (that helped me alot the last time the LPI pulled me over). Martial Status:I'm not going to say the truth, because that'd be depressing considering my age. Other:I've been arrested twice, one of them i was trying to take a shipment of ale from a freighter. History:I used to work at Universal Shipping as an escort. This one time, I was protecting a Bison taking some Helium to Okinawa. When we got to Kepler we were ambushed by a group of pirates and the transport wanted me to fight them off. I of course, as a smart and non suicidal man, decided to leave that place and hope for the best. I still have a hard time understanding how he wanted me to defeat four fighters alone, but o'well.
Needless to say i was fired for that. After a few drinks of shame in a bar, I was convinced by some guys to get back at Universal Shipping. So that is what I did. However, and i hope you understand this part. I was VERY drunk. So naturally i didn't find anyone from my former company.
Despite the futility of that day's events, I ended up making a living as a pirate after that, targetting libertonian transports. Maybe it was because i was so frustrated, maybe I just felt like my life needed some more enthusiasm and risk, perphaps it was both. Chosen Vessel:Werewolf Previous Occupation:professional drunk Escort and Pirate Why you wish to join us:I like to get drunk, but its boring doing so alone. I hear that most of you share that hobby. What can you bring to the table:An antimatter cannon and some booze i stole this weekend.
// OORP Section: Skype Username:osnof_senun Have you ever been sanctioned before:No What was you sanctioned for:Can't you read what i wrote above? What do you think your roleplay skill level is: Low/Mid/HighLow/Mid What do you think your pvp skill level is Low/Med/High:Med Have you read and understood the server rules: "Server Rules"Yep
Name: Jack... or Jim; or Johh, or Jared or... Jean. Whatever. Birthplace: Planet Houston Age: 33 Gender: Male Height: 1.72m Weight: 'Bout 70 kilos if you don't count all the scrap in my pockets. Hair Color: Black-ish Eye Color: Uhhh... beautiful Parents: Mother died back on Houston; my father... never met him. Family: None Martial Status: Not in a relationship. History: Uhhh... where to begin?
Born on Houston, went to school like the normal kids. Spent my spare time at the family shop. Mostly hardware and stuff. Then my mother got killed by some gang. Then our shop was seized by the police for 'illegal activity'. Then I lived on the streets for a while. Working here and there, sleeping here and there. Got my hands on an old, barely flying Falcon, the CTE-3000 series. Thought if I could escape the ****storm on Houston life'd get better.
Space was worse, though; going from station to station looking for work. Best job I got was looking for good scrap for the Junkers. I got my hands on a quality haul, but I almost bit the dust when some space jerks wanted my shiny junk. I was left for dead, with my ship in pieces, when one of them Junkers towed me to their outpost. They said I was good with junk, so in exchange for saving me and repairing my ship they gave me a job as a 'weapons artist'. Basically putting junk together to create more junk. After about a year of living in the same two rooms I've had enough and said my goodbies. They brought my ship back for me from one of their junkyards, and surprisingly it was still running after rusting for so long.
Tried setting up my own shop, you know, for... 'art', but it didn't work out. So I went back to my acquaintances, and I ended up hauling the junk I used to create for them. They even gave me a new ship, one of the CSV's. It was a **** job, in a **** ship, but I ended up meeting some interesting people. After about four years of weapons smuggling, I wanted to settle down. One more time waiting 11 hours in a junk cloud to avoid a police patrol and I may as well had gone insane. By that point I had enough creds and enough connections to set up somewhere nice.
Set up a nice workshop on continental Manhattan. Mostly hardware, as ever, at least in the front. With no appropriate company wanting to accept any of my supply deal requests, had to get stuff from the usual places. I used to run supply runs for myself with my new series E78-12 "Spatial". Turns out running an unlicensed tech shop as a front for an illegal arms dealership on Manhattan isn't the brightest idea. Worked well, while it lasted, but after a while I had to abandon it when someone tipped the police. Managed to escape in my spatial before being connected to the shop by messing up my transponder signal. The police again, seizing my shop.
By this point you'd think I'd gotten used to it. I started hanging out in what I believe you'd call familiar places. Met a few fellas in the Rogues that had similar stories. I suppose running with criminals makes you a criminal. I'd never taken a life before, but when I almost got arrested once after being stopped by a sudden inspection, I lost it. I was apparently a criminal. So I acted like one. By some miracle I survived my first space fight without dying, but my ship wasn't so lucky. Had to sell it for scrap, basically. One of my new pals hooked me up with a new series Z-5... the Werewolf... in any case, I was penniless again. Been living on the edge ever since. And now, I'm looking forward to working with you. Nothing like some hard liquor to drown your sorrows, I discovered.
That's about it. Chosen Vessel: Z-5900 model - "Werewolf" Previous Occupation: Private store owner, homeless person, freelancer, weapons manufacturer, gunrunner, distributor of fraudulent goods, 'pirate'. Deeply proud of this transition......... Why you wish to join us: Life's an old hag. Best share it with individuals who want the same things. I'm tired of sleeping in space with one eye open. What can you bring to the table: Quality humor, including but not limited to: dry sarcasm, self-deprecation, and my own personal favorite, dead baby jokes. I'm also good with tech. Something's broken? I can fix it. Probably. It was garbage eiter way, right?
// OORP Section: Skype Username: aissless@gmail.com /Ik, weird ID, but it came with my microsoft account which is made on this mail. Have you ever been sanctioned before: No. What do you think your roleplay skill level is: Low/Mid/High I suppose medium to high. I'm fairly new to RP but I know english well enough to pull through. We've met in game so you know. What do you think your pvp skill level is Low/Med/High: For a beginner, I'd say I'm doing quite well, however I don't have too much pvp experience, so overall I'd have to say Medium. Have you read and understood the server rules: "Server Rules" I have.
Character Picture:Not available yet, but will have. Name:Savannah Dawson Birthplace:Planet Los Angeles Age:22 Gender:Female Height:190cm Weight:80kg Hair Color:Orange Eye Color:Green Parents:John Dawson and Alessa Dawson Family:They're both working as bartenders on Planet Los Angeles! Martial Status:I don't think I need that. Other:My hobby is to play rogue roulette with navies. History:Uhm, I was born on Planet Los Angeles. As a baby, my parents wouldn't often take care of me. They were both busy with their jobs, so they would often find someone who would take care of me. As I was getting more mature, I was often reading on news about deaths all around Liberty. I was curious who was doing that and why.
Since I love space any flying in it, I went to space academy on the Planet Los Angeles, which I fully graduted. I didn't have motivation to take study something "more serious", so after graduating space flight, I went to space. My parents weren't in ability to even think of giving me some moneys, to buy myself a ship, so I stole one from the Planet. Police was after me, so I ended up in an unknown field. As I was still running away from Police, I saw some pirates, that I knew were Rogues. Rogues saw I was in trouble there and saved me from Police. I couldn't thank them enough, so I decided to join the Rogues. Seeing that Rogues are very chill and amazing pirates. I was in few of Rogue bases, and they were meeting me and informing me about who Rogues really are. After understading Rogues, I really got motivated to torture the Police and do whatever Rogues do, since that's what I like. Rogues even gifted me a ship, which I nowadays use to destroy ships! Chosen Vessel:Rogues that gifted me, Hellhound I think! Previous Occupation:Kidnapping and killing. Why you wish to join us:As I already said, I want to thank Rogues for saving me and gifting me a ship, which I can use as a real Rogue! From that perspective, I want to return Rogues a favour. What can you bring to the table:I can kill anyone who you consider as hostile, and get some profit out of transporters.
// OORP Section: Skype Username:I prefer Discord, which you got. Have you ever been sanctioned before:Yes. What was you sanctioned for:Threatening with sanctions. I don't do that anymore *smiles* What do you think your roleplay skill level is: Low/Med/HighMedium What do you think your pvp skill level is Low/Med/High:Medium Have you read and understood the server rules: "Server Rules"Yes sir.