Post by lyricjupiter3 on Aug 15, 2015 0:54:21 GMT -5
Pretext notes. There is no form of app yet so I will use another unspoken forms format.
Steam name;Lyricjupiter3
Steam ID;STEAM_0:1:43624871
Name of vort IC; She'Lar
Experience; Three days total of Vort RP in Gridhive. About two years on SCG.
Vortessence; The vortessence is a strange "Power" that the Vort can use. The power can both heal and kill. It's most basic form is light (Green) but it can also be used powering things (Making it most likely something to do with electricity). The power must be learnt by the Vort before use as this control is something a vort is not born with.
Backstory; Born after he's race fled to Xen She'Lar only heard stories of the kins homeworld. Young and smart Seh'Lar spent most of his days on the ridge world of Xen within the small clans that where enslaved by the 'Old one', At this time of his life nothing mattered more than learning however this time of lesson was not to last.
She-Lar was 104 when the Old one saw the opening rift that the Black Mesa opened up. In a time of desperation the Old one ordered he's 'Subjects' to go into the portal and attack. She'Lar, Young but skilled, was ordered in the first wave. As a slavemaster to a slave She'Lar did what was asked. With the portal open She'Lar with many other of his 'warrior' kin charged in, The history of so many changing within one moment.
The First moments of landing in this unknown land was chaos filled with red/yellow blood and Gray halls. The sudden attack turned a battle to a massica, Black Mesa employees never had a chance. Before long She'Lar among others of his kin stood in the middle of a hall reeking of death. None of the kin felt well about what they just did but it did not matter. They were slaves, and secretly some knew this had to happen even if acceptance was not high.
The labyrinth of grayness almost seemed never ending to She'Lar as his small group of fellow kin moved around the place looking for a reason for them to be there. Slowly this group grew smaller and smaller until only three remained. By this time the army units had all but locked down the Mesa. The Group then chose it was time to move away from the dead gray place they found themselves in, slowly the group found a outlet pipe, the escape they took.
The shear amount of death effected the She'Lar greatly. After a long swim the small group of warriors decided to keep together in the track across the endless sad. A small clan was born and before long they made camp in Mexico, existing outside the view of most.
Some years down the track the seven hour war happened. With earth falling She'Lar and the other two kin of the small clan fled to the slums of one of the many city's. There it was simple survival. Been warriors they were able to avoid most issues however it never going to keep them off the radar for long.
Some time passed within the Slums before the UU made it's move. While all been able to fight the small group was hit so quickly there was little they could do. Before long one of the group was in the void and She'Lar and the other one was in shackles.
Been moved to different citys She'Lar spent a year in the 'Death' Factorys in the city 14 before been moved again. Weakened and driven to the edge She'Lar just grips on the possibility of freedom
(Unit) Drops a bucket and mop on the ground close the bionic Saying "Pick them up and follow me, you have a job to do".
(me) Picks up the bucket and mop as he nods his head a bit.
(me) moves with the Masked one, staying quiet.
(unit) stops at a pool of blood and a body of a citizen still bloody from the bullet to the back of the head.
(unit) looks at the Bionic saying "Clean it up".
(me) says "This one understands the task".
(me) leans down, he picks up the dead body with his arms, carrying it to the place to burn it.
(me) moves back to the pool of blood, he picks up the mop and dips it into the bucket of water before beginning to mop up the blood.
(It) After some time of moping the blood starts to go, leaving the floor clean and the mop bucket full of blood red water.
(unit) That's good, job done. now, follow me.
(me0 Picks up the bucket and mop, following the masked one.
(Me) Cleans at the glass of the shop window with his rag.
(Citizen) Moves to the Vort in shekels, when he gets close he looks him over and asks "So... you are a Vort?".
(me) does not look down from the window he is washing, Saying "Yess, this one is part of the "Vort" kin.".
(me) still washes at the window with the rag. not looking at the pale one.
(Citizen) Says "You are a slave correct?".
(me) still looks at the window, saying "This one is one of many shackled, Enslaved may be the right word in the pale ones mind, but to this one... it's life".
(citizen) says "So you do not wish for freedom?".
(me) stops washing the window, looking at the pale one for the fist time and saying in a harsh tone "This one may wish for many things, but this one sees that wishes do not mean anything".
(ctitzen) looks at the vort strangely before saying "Have you given up hope?".
(me) looks back at the window, cleaning It with his rag he says "Hope is not something you lose Pale one, it's just something that gets smaller the longer one is in darkness".
(me) Then says "This is all I can say pale one, as the masked one watches this one, and will punish this one if this lasts any longer".
(Me) moves up the empty road, something he had done many times before the enslavement.
(Free Vort) Sees moment up the road, he moves to the side of it, trying to make out what it is.
(free Vort) Starts to see the shape, the shape is another vort, he moves down the road closer to the kin.
(me) see still moves down the road, his shackles still making a metal on metal noise every time he takes a step.
(me) looks up to see a kinsman close, only about 10 meters away from him, he also notices something else, the Kin has no shackles on.
(Free Vort) Moves closer to the kin in shackles, the enslaved has many cuts and scars, he is weak and malnourished, he stands with a slight limp on the left leg.
(me) lowers his head at the free kin, saying "Greetings Kin, can this one ask for help?".
(Free Vort) Says "Greetings, We will be glad to help kin, what would the kin for".
(me) says "Knowledge, this one asks for a way to remove the shackles from this ones body".
(Free Vort) "This one knows of a way, the kin should follow".
Do you agree to roleplay to the best of your ability as long as you are flagged up? Yes I agree to RP to my best.
Do you understand, as a Vortigaunt, you are expected to remain IC for the majority of your time? Yes, I agree.
Do you understand that abuse of your Vortessence may lead to an immediate de-whitelist? I understand.
Steam name;Lyricjupiter3
Steam ID;STEAM_0:1:43624871
Name of vort IC; She'Lar
Experience; Three days total of Vort RP in Gridhive. About two years on SCG.
Vortessence; The vortessence is a strange "Power" that the Vort can use. The power can both heal and kill. It's most basic form is light (Green) but it can also be used powering things (Making it most likely something to do with electricity). The power must be learnt by the Vort before use as this control is something a vort is not born with.
Backstory; Born after he's race fled to Xen She'Lar only heard stories of the kins homeworld. Young and smart Seh'Lar spent most of his days on the ridge world of Xen within the small clans that where enslaved by the 'Old one', At this time of his life nothing mattered more than learning however this time of lesson was not to last.
She-Lar was 104 when the Old one saw the opening rift that the Black Mesa opened up. In a time of desperation the Old one ordered he's 'Subjects' to go into the portal and attack. She'Lar, Young but skilled, was ordered in the first wave. As a slavemaster to a slave She'Lar did what was asked. With the portal open She'Lar with many other of his 'warrior' kin charged in, The history of so many changing within one moment.
The First moments of landing in this unknown land was chaos filled with red/yellow blood and Gray halls. The sudden attack turned a battle to a massica, Black Mesa employees never had a chance. Before long She'Lar among others of his kin stood in the middle of a hall reeking of death. None of the kin felt well about what they just did but it did not matter. They were slaves, and secretly some knew this had to happen even if acceptance was not high.
The labyrinth of grayness almost seemed never ending to She'Lar as his small group of fellow kin moved around the place looking for a reason for them to be there. Slowly this group grew smaller and smaller until only three remained. By this time the army units had all but locked down the Mesa. The Group then chose it was time to move away from the dead gray place they found themselves in, slowly the group found a outlet pipe, the escape they took.
The shear amount of death effected the She'Lar greatly. After a long swim the small group of warriors decided to keep together in the track across the endless sad. A small clan was born and before long they made camp in Mexico, existing outside the view of most.
Some years down the track the seven hour war happened. With earth falling She'Lar and the other two kin of the small clan fled to the slums of one of the many city's. There it was simple survival. Been warriors they were able to avoid most issues however it never going to keep them off the radar for long.
Some time passed within the Slums before the UU made it's move. While all been able to fight the small group was hit so quickly there was little they could do. Before long one of the group was in the void and She'Lar and the other one was in shackles.
Been moved to different citys She'Lar spent a year in the 'Death' Factorys in the city 14 before been moved again. Weakened and driven to the edge She'Lar just grips on the possibility of freedom
(Unit) Drops a bucket and mop on the ground close the bionic Saying "Pick them up and follow me, you have a job to do".
(me) Picks up the bucket and mop as he nods his head a bit.
(me) moves with the Masked one, staying quiet.
(unit) stops at a pool of blood and a body of a citizen still bloody from the bullet to the back of the head.
(unit) looks at the Bionic saying "Clean it up".
(me) says "This one understands the task".
(me) leans down, he picks up the dead body with his arms, carrying it to the place to burn it.
(me) moves back to the pool of blood, he picks up the mop and dips it into the bucket of water before beginning to mop up the blood.
(It) After some time of moping the blood starts to go, leaving the floor clean and the mop bucket full of blood red water.
(unit) That's good, job done. now, follow me.
(me0 Picks up the bucket and mop, following the masked one.
(Me) Cleans at the glass of the shop window with his rag.
(Citizen) Moves to the Vort in shekels, when he gets close he looks him over and asks "So... you are a Vort?".
(me) does not look down from the window he is washing, Saying "Yess, this one is part of the "Vort" kin.".
(me) still washes at the window with the rag. not looking at the pale one.
(Citizen) Says "You are a slave correct?".
(me) still looks at the window, saying "This one is one of many shackled, Enslaved may be the right word in the pale ones mind, but to this one... it's life".
(citizen) says "So you do not wish for freedom?".
(me) stops washing the window, looking at the pale one for the fist time and saying in a harsh tone "This one may wish for many things, but this one sees that wishes do not mean anything".
(ctitzen) looks at the vort strangely before saying "Have you given up hope?".
(me) looks back at the window, cleaning It with his rag he says "Hope is not something you lose Pale one, it's just something that gets smaller the longer one is in darkness".
(me) Then says "This is all I can say pale one, as the masked one watches this one, and will punish this one if this lasts any longer".
(Me) moves up the empty road, something he had done many times before the enslavement.
(Free Vort) Sees moment up the road, he moves to the side of it, trying to make out what it is.
(free Vort) Starts to see the shape, the shape is another vort, he moves down the road closer to the kin.
(me) see still moves down the road, his shackles still making a metal on metal noise every time he takes a step.
(me) looks up to see a kinsman close, only about 10 meters away from him, he also notices something else, the Kin has no shackles on.
(Free Vort) Moves closer to the kin in shackles, the enslaved has many cuts and scars, he is weak and malnourished, he stands with a slight limp on the left leg.
(me) lowers his head at the free kin, saying "Greetings Kin, can this one ask for help?".
(Free Vort) Says "Greetings, We will be glad to help kin, what would the kin for".
(me) says "Knowledge, this one asks for a way to remove the shackles from this ones body".
(Free Vort) "This one knows of a way, the kin should follow".
Do you agree to roleplay to the best of your ability as long as you are flagged up? Yes I agree to RP to my best.
Do you understand, as a Vortigaunt, you are expected to remain IC for the majority of your time? Yes, I agree.
Do you understand that abuse of your Vortessence may lead to an immediate de-whitelist? I understand.
