Post by Sexy Frog on Nov 13, 2013 3:06:50 GMT
Steam Name: Sexy Frog
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:31998299
Age: 17
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 4 years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 3 years
Authorization(s):
1 Spray Can
1 Backpack
2 Bags
Speed Art Expertise
Above Average Acrobatic Ability (Climbing, running, jumping, parkour, etc.)
Character's Name: Sean ‘Gazelle’ McBrian
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Affiliation: No Affiliation
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The cool night air brushed against the man’s face as thin glimmers of sweat that beaded along his forehead slowly began to cascade down his face. Glance up above him, he could see nothing but the murky, shadowed heavens blotched with minute clouds of navy. He could feel the rough cement digging into the flesh of his fingers as they paled from the pressure of his own weight while he continuously lifted himself up the side of a small building. With each foot hold he advanced, his breath seemed to grow more and more ragged.
“C’mon, c’mon, we don’t have all day.” Called an impatient voice from above which seemed undoubtedly female and the accent of which was almost Australian-esque. As if on cue, a golden haired woman with bold sapphire eyes poked her head over the edge. Her frustrated expression seemed to melt into one of coy mischief. “Oh? Having trouble, are we, little Gazelle?” the woman mused.
The man glared up at her for a moment, clearly less than amused at the nick name as he slowly hauled himself vertically. “This…is no-nothing!” he grunted between each new advancement. “And my name… is not Gazelle…it’s Sean!”
The woman let out a series of disappointed clicks of her tongue as she shook her head and looked down towards him, though her expression was impish and taunting as if pressing him to strive onward. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’ll never get into Border like this.”
Border; the most famous of the recent graffiti groups rising up in Central Europe at the time. They were known far and wide among the underground population as having the most unique and creative wall art but were also regarded by the mainstream, every day citizen as nuisances due to their most favorite sites of public defacement being in populated and frequently visited area. Ever since Sean had first heard about them, he had always been fascinated – captivated almost. It was gutsy, if not, crazy, but for some reason, it tugged on his desire for something out of the norm and to venture on the dangerous side of things. While Border had been famous for all of these reasons, they all paled in comparison to the largest factor that set them apart from the rest of the run of the mill gangs. Parkour.
High places, awkward places, low places and even tight spaces. Nowhere was safe from Border and its inglorious whirlwind of spray paint. A certain level of agility and mobility was required to even be considered before seeking to join Border, which is how this group remained so lively and famous. In the entirety of its history, Border had never once had a single one of its members arrested due to this fact. With this in mind, Sean had reverently began to practice his skills until he felt himself skilled enough to try his luck and so now, at this particular moment is when it all mattered the most.
“C’mon, Gazelle, get a move on.” The woman called, snapping him out of his reminiscence. “I think you have potential and all, but as the leader of Border, I can’t just let anyone in. Prove it to me, mate.”
Narrowing his eyes at the forces nickname once more, he began to haul himself up with renewed vitality. “I’m getting into Border, just you watch, Nanette!”
As Sean cleared the ledge, landing on the roof top, Nanette leapt back slightly before clapping with satisfaction. “Not bad, not bad. But we’re just getting started!” she chimed before whirling around on her heel, getting a running start for a ventilation shaft, propping her hands on its surface just as she reached it and leaping over it. Picking up her speed, she sprinted towards the edge of the building, leaping off of it and half landing, half summersaulting onto the other roof top not too far off. Taking a deep breath, Sean braced himself before going for the same movements, adding his own little flare which he accomplished with significant difficulty that made it appear that he just had a grasp on the necessary skills. As he cleared the jump and stood up beside her, dusting himself off. Nanette nodded for a moment before casually striding around a corner.
“Come along, Gazelle.”
Following her close behind, he furrowed his brown once more, correcting her in indignation, “For the last time, Nanette, my name is not Gazelle, it’s-” he broke off as they rounded the corner and he could only stare in awe at the sight before him. There stood a sturdy concrete wall that looked as if it had been there for ages but what was truly amazing was the hundreds upon thousands of graffiti samples, doodles and full on portraits that littered the wall in every which way. He turned towards Nanette with his mouth agape, at a loss for words before she spoke in his place.
“Amazing, isn’t it? This is the wall that I’ve personally taken all members of Border to when the first joined to let them make their initiation art. Think of it was a final test and depending on the quality of the spray you make, you’re in, kid.”
Sean could hardly believe his ears as he turned his attention back towards the wall. A gentle breeze had rolled in which gingerly buffeted their clothes and hair, further amplifying the surreal intensity of the situation. A flaming feeling of determination suddenly sparked in his chest, swelled larger and larger until the point in which his body seemed to move on its own accord as she flipped his backpack off his back and began to rummage around for his spray can. Pulling it out, he simply dropped his bag to the floor and approached the wall without a word….
***
“Stop right there, you piece of shit!” came the harsh bark of a uniformed man as he approached a man with his Billy Club firmly in hand, casting a long shadow along the wall which he was facing.
Sean whirled around as the hissing of his can abruptly ceased, facing the uniformed man with a disappointed frown. “Oh, come on, I didn’t even get to finish! I was almost done, too!” he groaned, tugging lightly on his beanie, stepping aside to reveal his spray depicting particular disdain for a recent governmental decision that had been passed.
“Put your hands on your head and don’t move.” The officer yowled, inching forward with his club now raised.
“Sorry, officer, not today…” Sean sighed before turning tail and sprinting down the far end of the alley. The officer let out another shout before the pattering of his footsteps could be heard as he gave chase. Spotting a set of crates stacked near a low standing wall, Sean dipped to the right, hopping up deftly before landing onto the boxes before hopping once more and vaulting atop the wall. “You aren’t going to catch Gazelle-” he broke off as that damned nick name that Nanette had given him some four years ago now and had kept using until the point where everyone in Border had begun to call him it slipped from his lips. With a frustrated grunt he shook his head and hopped up, gripping onto another ledge and climbing onto a nearby rooftop. “You aren’t going to catch me, officer, may as well give up. I’m not in Border for now reason…”
“Border?!” the officer exclaimed, rummaging around his utility belt for what Sean hoped would be a Taser rather than a gun but he wasn’t about to stick around to find out.
Giving a cheeky wave, Sean took off down the roof as the faint sound of the officer radioing for help began to fade. He felt empowered, as if he could escape any fate if he simply ran and that nobody could ever catch him. He let out a loud chuckle before gripping onto a ledge of a roof, lowering himself onto a nearby window sill and positioning himself to sit on it where he simply gazed up at the atmosphere. He had only begun to admire the peaceful air before the sky suddenly dyed a clouded tie-dye of colors of various shades, hues and colors before a small slit slowly slid along the sky which was heralded by what he could only have described as several fighter jets scraping the sky at once before the slit shot open into what seemed like a rift. Swarms of airborne objects poured out of the rift at an alarming rate and from where he stood, he could hear all too clearly the shrieks of those below in the city. He could see explosions suddenly going off where there had once been peace. He could see it – he could see hell. This time, however, no amount of running or graffiti would save him this time…
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
+ The ability to scale buildings with grips, window sills, holes, etc
+ Increased speed, stamina and evasion
+ Increased storage potential
+ Swift graffiti spraying
+ Ability to spray wall art around the city
- Carrier of contraband
- More weight to carry
- Increased potential of being seen committing mobility violation
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Really, I just plan to run around and spray my sprays around the city in places that the UCA can’t reach. However, the acrobatics will be put into use on a later date as I plan to try and kick start anti-citizenship a bit and be a general nuisance where I can be. My plans of action will mostly consist of level 3 and 2 offenses but there will be times where I will use them to my advantage to commit level 1’s if I see the opportunity.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nope.
Extra Notes (optional):
pickles
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:31998299
Age: 17
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 4 years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 3 years
Authorization(s):
1 Spray Can
1 Backpack
2 Bags
Speed Art Expertise
Above Average Acrobatic Ability (Climbing, running, jumping, parkour, etc.)
Character's Name: Sean ‘Gazelle’ McBrian
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Affiliation: No Affiliation
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
The cool night air brushed against the man’s face as thin glimmers of sweat that beaded along his forehead slowly began to cascade down his face. Glance up above him, he could see nothing but the murky, shadowed heavens blotched with minute clouds of navy. He could feel the rough cement digging into the flesh of his fingers as they paled from the pressure of his own weight while he continuously lifted himself up the side of a small building. With each foot hold he advanced, his breath seemed to grow more and more ragged.
“C’mon, c’mon, we don’t have all day.” Called an impatient voice from above which seemed undoubtedly female and the accent of which was almost Australian-esque. As if on cue, a golden haired woman with bold sapphire eyes poked her head over the edge. Her frustrated expression seemed to melt into one of coy mischief. “Oh? Having trouble, are we, little Gazelle?” the woman mused.
The man glared up at her for a moment, clearly less than amused at the nick name as he slowly hauled himself vertically. “This…is no-nothing!” he grunted between each new advancement. “And my name… is not Gazelle…it’s Sean!”
The woman let out a series of disappointed clicks of her tongue as she shook her head and looked down towards him, though her expression was impish and taunting as if pressing him to strive onward. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’ll never get into Border like this.”
Border; the most famous of the recent graffiti groups rising up in Central Europe at the time. They were known far and wide among the underground population as having the most unique and creative wall art but were also regarded by the mainstream, every day citizen as nuisances due to their most favorite sites of public defacement being in populated and frequently visited area. Ever since Sean had first heard about them, he had always been fascinated – captivated almost. It was gutsy, if not, crazy, but for some reason, it tugged on his desire for something out of the norm and to venture on the dangerous side of things. While Border had been famous for all of these reasons, they all paled in comparison to the largest factor that set them apart from the rest of the run of the mill gangs. Parkour.
High places, awkward places, low places and even tight spaces. Nowhere was safe from Border and its inglorious whirlwind of spray paint. A certain level of agility and mobility was required to even be considered before seeking to join Border, which is how this group remained so lively and famous. In the entirety of its history, Border had never once had a single one of its members arrested due to this fact. With this in mind, Sean had reverently began to practice his skills until he felt himself skilled enough to try his luck and so now, at this particular moment is when it all mattered the most.
“C’mon, Gazelle, get a move on.” The woman called, snapping him out of his reminiscence. “I think you have potential and all, but as the leader of Border, I can’t just let anyone in. Prove it to me, mate.”
Narrowing his eyes at the forces nickname once more, he began to haul himself up with renewed vitality. “I’m getting into Border, just you watch, Nanette!”
As Sean cleared the ledge, landing on the roof top, Nanette leapt back slightly before clapping with satisfaction. “Not bad, not bad. But we’re just getting started!” she chimed before whirling around on her heel, getting a running start for a ventilation shaft, propping her hands on its surface just as she reached it and leaping over it. Picking up her speed, she sprinted towards the edge of the building, leaping off of it and half landing, half summersaulting onto the other roof top not too far off. Taking a deep breath, Sean braced himself before going for the same movements, adding his own little flare which he accomplished with significant difficulty that made it appear that he just had a grasp on the necessary skills. As he cleared the jump and stood up beside her, dusting himself off. Nanette nodded for a moment before casually striding around a corner.
“Come along, Gazelle.”
Following her close behind, he furrowed his brown once more, correcting her in indignation, “For the last time, Nanette, my name is not Gazelle, it’s-” he broke off as they rounded the corner and he could only stare in awe at the sight before him. There stood a sturdy concrete wall that looked as if it had been there for ages but what was truly amazing was the hundreds upon thousands of graffiti samples, doodles and full on portraits that littered the wall in every which way. He turned towards Nanette with his mouth agape, at a loss for words before she spoke in his place.
“Amazing, isn’t it? This is the wall that I’ve personally taken all members of Border to when the first joined to let them make their initiation art. Think of it was a final test and depending on the quality of the spray you make, you’re in, kid.”
Sean could hardly believe his ears as he turned his attention back towards the wall. A gentle breeze had rolled in which gingerly buffeted their clothes and hair, further amplifying the surreal intensity of the situation. A flaming feeling of determination suddenly sparked in his chest, swelled larger and larger until the point in which his body seemed to move on its own accord as she flipped his backpack off his back and began to rummage around for his spray can. Pulling it out, he simply dropped his bag to the floor and approached the wall without a word….
***
“Stop right there, you piece of shit!” came the harsh bark of a uniformed man as he approached a man with his Billy Club firmly in hand, casting a long shadow along the wall which he was facing.
Sean whirled around as the hissing of his can abruptly ceased, facing the uniformed man with a disappointed frown. “Oh, come on, I didn’t even get to finish! I was almost done, too!” he groaned, tugging lightly on his beanie, stepping aside to reveal his spray depicting particular disdain for a recent governmental decision that had been passed.
“Put your hands on your head and don’t move.” The officer yowled, inching forward with his club now raised.
“Sorry, officer, not today…” Sean sighed before turning tail and sprinting down the far end of the alley. The officer let out another shout before the pattering of his footsteps could be heard as he gave chase. Spotting a set of crates stacked near a low standing wall, Sean dipped to the right, hopping up deftly before landing onto the boxes before hopping once more and vaulting atop the wall. “You aren’t going to catch Gazelle-” he broke off as that damned nick name that Nanette had given him some four years ago now and had kept using until the point where everyone in Border had begun to call him it slipped from his lips. With a frustrated grunt he shook his head and hopped up, gripping onto another ledge and climbing onto a nearby rooftop. “You aren’t going to catch me, officer, may as well give up. I’m not in Border for now reason…”
“Border?!” the officer exclaimed, rummaging around his utility belt for what Sean hoped would be a Taser rather than a gun but he wasn’t about to stick around to find out.
Giving a cheeky wave, Sean took off down the roof as the faint sound of the officer radioing for help began to fade. He felt empowered, as if he could escape any fate if he simply ran and that nobody could ever catch him. He let out a loud chuckle before gripping onto a ledge of a roof, lowering himself onto a nearby window sill and positioning himself to sit on it where he simply gazed up at the atmosphere. He had only begun to admire the peaceful air before the sky suddenly dyed a clouded tie-dye of colors of various shades, hues and colors before a small slit slowly slid along the sky which was heralded by what he could only have described as several fighter jets scraping the sky at once before the slit shot open into what seemed like a rift. Swarms of airborne objects poured out of the rift at an alarming rate and from where he stood, he could hear all too clearly the shrieks of those below in the city. He could see explosions suddenly going off where there had once been peace. He could see it – he could see hell. This time, however, no amount of running or graffiti would save him this time…
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
+ The ability to scale buildings with grips, window sills, holes, etc
+ Increased speed, stamina and evasion
+ Increased storage potential
+ Swift graffiti spraying
+ Ability to spray wall art around the city
- Carrier of contraband
- More weight to carry
- Increased potential of being seen committing mobility violation
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Really, I just plan to run around and spray my sprays around the city in places that the UCA can’t reach. However, the acrobatics will be put into use on a later date as I plan to try and kick start anti-citizenship a bit and be a general nuisance where I can be. My plans of action will mostly consist of level 3 and 2 offenses but there will be times where I will use them to my advantage to commit level 1’s if I see the opportunity.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
Nope.
Extra Notes (optional):
pickles