[b]Steam name:[/b] HunterWho [b]Steam ID:[/b] STEAM_0:1:88754121 [b]How much time do you have on the server?[/b] Around an hour? Hour thirty minutes? [b]Why do you want this flag? [/b] Universal Union roleplay has been my focus for the several years that I've been in the HL2RP Genere, that being MPF/CP/CCA/CPF/CPA/Whatever, Overwatch Transhuman Arm, Civil Administration/Ministry Boards, etc. It's where I'm most comfortable. [b]What do you think CPA is used for?[/b] Civil Protection is used as the primary and leading authoritive force for urbanized "Cities" under the Universal Union's rule. Their task(s) are a variety of different protocols, but all fall under maintaining the sociostability of that given city/sector, whether that be dealing with uncohesive citizens, to larger threats such as rebellious activities against the Union. [b]Describe how your character became a part of the CPF(200 words): [/b] [i](I don't believe a backstory of applying for the CPF would neccesarily be something as long as 200 words, it's not the Trials of Dungmore.)[/i] Ivan Borvetski is a simple man. A simple man that of blind justice, and morals that fit the Universal Union's ideals of a healthy unit. A simple man that believes he isn't afraid to take the orders from his superior without any thought as to what he was doing was right or wrong, only that it was right in the eyes of the Union. In short, Borvetski was a loyalist, and a damn good one at that. He could remember that evening several years ago, when the clouds on the horizon drifted away to show the gaping portal into the heavans, thousands of dropships like little glimmers of light falling from the abyss inside the hole landing down to the Earth; the smell of rotting death and ash against his nose and the wind on his calloused face as he witnessed the power of the Union, full force. At that evening, something clicked inside his head. Something that said, "Go hither, join them. Join your brothers in arms towards a new society, a Union. A Universal Union." And so he did. Snapping back to reality, he found himself in a little corner office with dim lights and a musty smell of mothballs. A man in dark blue apperal leaned in his chair, peering up and down at him, then to his papers. "Son, you're a fine choice for our new batch of units, which is why I'm reccomending you to our commanding officer." Borvetski simply nodded, before being directed out of the building with the large orange logo up top, a small slip of paper sheathed into a letter with the words <::APPROVED::> Inscribed in a bright green. [b]Write five appropriate /mes: [/b] Little to no context is provided here, so I assume you mean five appropriate emotes that represent my understanding of roleplay, and how to structure an emote. **[Name] would gaze past the looming fence bearing the entrance to the train station, into the hazy grim lighting of the city outside, hearing the bustling trains and birds flapping across the rooftops. He'd step, the cold air near instantly hitting his face like a hard sting on his nose. Adjusting himself to the winter breeze, he'd tuck his hands firmly into the blue threadbare jumpsuit, trailing off further into the metropolis. **[Name] looked from building to building as he strolled along, alone, peering to the various billboards with bright Union propaganda plastered over what once was an old-world advertisement, obvious from the seams in the fresh coat of paint. He would give a short huff before looking back down to his feet, observing little blades of withered grass poke out of the cracks of the sidewalks, deprived of sunlight or water. **[Name] continued this for several more minutes, trailing down the road until he came upon a little rackity looking building with a strip of bright neon lights running across the balcony, reading, 'The Rathouse'. Dark red velvet drapes would hang down from the door's entrance, the sweet smell of morning rolls and smooth jazz looming from the inside of the building. He would cautiously stride up the small slabbed steps, onto the foundation, before gently nudging away the drapes that decorated the entrance, feeling the soft fuzz against his cold hands reassured him. **[Name] looked around his new surroundings, the lobby would be dark, with a shaggy grey carpet and dark brown walls plastered with cigarette stains on the roof tiles and rips in the walls. It felt more humid on the inside than the rest of the chilly air, the feeling of comfort surrounded him, as he moved onto the next door. [b]Write three appropriate /it: [/b] Again, ditto with the lack of context, so I'll just continue with my little story I've made. **As the citizen creaked open the door into the main room, it dawned upon him the various booths and stages that sprawled across the giant room, each wooden platform having several coloured spotlights and a singular pole in the middle. On three of the seven platforms stood stooty women in skanky clothing bearing tight bras and drapped leggings, little short pink skirts that were just tight enough to be flattering, but not too showful. They glided their bodies along the cold silver pole as men excitedly tossed tokens onto the floor surrounding her, each coin 'tinking' as it hit the floor.** **Along a larger stage on the other side of the room, sat four black men all on various instruments, clarinets, drums, a piano, and a large chello. The center male sang in a smooth deep voice, "Ooh, smoooth harlem waltz, my beautiful gal, won't you come my way," to the slow jazz that acompanied him. Several citizens lined up in old chairs to listen to the droning sound of the deep chello base and the ragtime piano creating such pleasant sound.** **Towards the left was a tight little bar piece in the corner, showing off the various rows of alcohol stationed in a webbing on the wall. Wines, Rum, Beer, all the sorts stood there behind a rather large male who stood at a brisk six foot. His rough face would have a prickly beard, his head shiny bald with a dark brown bowler cap on top. He'd wear a raggity vest and a lopsided bowtie, with a large stoggie sticking out of his mouth. As the citizen entered, he'd mutter, "Lookin' fer somethin, wanderer?" [b]Do you understand admins reserve the right to remove your whitelist to anything they see fit? (Yes/no) :[/b] Sure, my dude.

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Need to re-make the /me's and /its. They need to be related to the Civil Protection Force. For now... [color=#f1c40f][size=200]NEUTRAL [/size][/color]

Like I had mentioned in the post, zero context was provided as to what the /mes or /its were meant to be.

[quote][url='/user/261322']HunterWho[/url] said previously: Like I had mentioned in the post, zero context was provided as to what the /mes or /its were meant to be.[/quote] Reply here... ( remove this text ) The Format is being fixed. Check back soon.

[quote][url='/user/261322']HunterWho[/url] said previously: Like I had mentioned in the post, zero context was provided as to what the /mes or /its were meant to be.[/quote] Appropriate - Suitable or proper in the circumstances. You're making an application for the MPF, you are given inquiries to show your knowledge and possible skill within this faction. The intent for what these /mes and /its are to contain is extremely obvious. The comment regarding your personal opinion on their choice of what they find best for a backstory length is unwarranted. When you write an application, you accept the terms and requirements it has. Nitpicking it as you write is improper and shows a lack of professionalism.  While you have good writing and knowledge of the faction, the above mentioned errors makes me give a -[color=#c0392b]support[/color]. The latter error in behavior is a serious thing the staff have to take into consideration. How you may conduct yourself as a unit can be presented in your first impression, in this case the application, and I worry from the application you may be a future issue in your mannerisms. If the staff wish to give you a chance then by all means welcome to the faction, and I hope we can get along.   

Application Client failed to re-make and re-vise application. [color=#c0392b][size=300]DENIED[/size][/color] Check in about three days later to re-apply.