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Steam Name: TheShitster (Though, it is normally set as TheHipster or something off of that.)
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:502391810
Age: 19
How long have you been with Visuality Gaming, actively?: Before -- At the least a week. I have been on a 7 month hiatus from Garry's mod roleplay.
What is your overall role play experience?: Over 6 years of active roleplay -- Be it forums, Gmod, Eternia and Byond.
Do you have any role play experience as this type of character? If yes please explain: Yes, I have played characters similar to this in the fashion of their personality and equipment.

Explain in great detail what type of authorization(s) you are asking for:
Are there any OOC or IC items that you think you will need for these authorization(s)?: Both MK II Combat Armor alongside a basic laser weaponry be it Rifle, Pistol, etc. These being the OOC Items that are required upon my characters.

As for the OOC items -- It's not so much items more schematics. Both of laser and plasma weaponry, alongisde power armor schematics itself. To both rebuild and refund the infrastructure of the famed Brotherhood of steel within the depths of the ravaged wastes. I intend to eventually create a set of power armor through a series of Chance of death and passive events. Finding the raw and pre-set materials to actually create such items. I feel it could offer roleplay to both myself and the players if they so wish to join in on said events -- As well as allow the admins a series of event's for them to run weekly/Bi-weekly.
How do you think these authorization(s) will effect your own personal role play experience?: I believe it'll
What kind of role play will you be able to provide to others in the community if you're granted these authorization(s)?: As stated, this will offer a flurry of events for the community to participate in. Both aiding or harming the newly reforming Brotherhood of steel for their own selfish gain or purely out of a kind heart. It is all to possible I could die within the first weeks -- But how the reforming goes on will be heavily dictated by player interactions and whether they aid in or not.
How will you offer this kind of role play to others?: Events. Player interactions. Etc. Read the statements above.

What are the limitations of these authorization(s) that you are applying for?"
Do the authorization(s) that you are asking for physically alters the characteristics of your character? If so, name them:
Do these authorization(s) have any 'special' traits?: No. Nothing that physically alters my character. He is still human, he is still aging normally. Nothing mechanical about him has changed.

You understand that by failing to role play this character properly, we, the administration, will redeem your authorization(s) as we see fit?: I understand.

Why do you think you should be given these authorization(s):
After speaking to my good friend Raklo -- I had come to learn the Brotherhood had particularly not existed within the wasteland to date. This, brought a tad bit of shock to me. The Brotherhood -- Having been around in Fallout 1 - NV is a large part of the game itself, as it should be in the Roleplay as well. I merely wish to re-introduce some old roleplay back into the community. Although -- I plan to Roleplay them as they were in Fallout: Tactics. Making both alliances with towns and the brightest of mind's into the newly reforming brotherhood. With admin over-sight of course.
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Full Name: General. Flynn Rosengard
Gender: Male.
Age: 38
Height: 5'11"
Physical Description: What would stand before you is a man of burly figure Muscles of seemingly endless training that ripple under the slightest pressure. A stoic and hardened gaze of Amber eyes that lock upon your figure -- Looking to almost scan you  of every detail as you stroll by... This of course all nullified by the Brotherhood of steel Logo seemingly seared into the figure's own flesh. His neck forever scarred -- Forever marked. An easy target. One with knowledge. The risk's that succumb with such a psychical impairment it seemed near unfair. Speaking in southern tongue as his ebony hair -- Cut so pristinely it should of been a crime to rest atop his head.
Physical Disabilities (if any): None to date -- I plan to develop some as he sustains injuries and so on.
Addictions (if any): Heavy drinking problem.

Character Backstory (3-4 paragraphs minimum, the more the better. Explain how the said authorization(s) were obtained.):

A simple child of Rosengard name. Given the odd name of Flynn by a foolish mother. Born and bred within the Brotherhood of Steel. Marked by seared flesh upon the side of this man's neck, forever embroidering him as a member of the Brotherhood. Raised by the Elder's to become a powerful Knight, to aspire to be Strongest Paladin. To unite the Wasteland under one banner. Under the desire for a better Wasteland. For a future free of Mutants or tyranny. This was the way of the Mid-western Brotherhood of steel. Years passed with not a sound. This child whom grew into a prestigious young man. Whom trained to make the Elder's -- The Bunker proud. Bound by Honor and Pride to so Valiantly protect those underneath of him.

This was without even the slightest lashing against the Brotherhood. Yet it was festering. Building. The hatred of the wastes. The raiders. The Mutant's. The Reavers. Each conspiring in secrecy underneath the nose of a single Bunker.

It began with a raid. Sirens blaring throughout the night -- Elder's screaming as they had been blasted down by a single blow of a laser rifle. As the now awarded General Rosengard himself watch it all unfold afront of his eyes. A man whom had so swiftly ascended the rank's more-so toward's need rather than skill itself. So desperately under-trained. A Child deluded by the thought's of this Mid-Western Brotherhood. Given easy training purely due to the lack of resources the Brotherhood held. This once cowardly Paladin was forced to take the stern and wise roll. To command the entirety of the bunker to war. The General was failing miserably. Knight's blasted down by a single shot of Plasma weaponry. Grenades flung down the corridor.. The echoing sounds of battle was drawing close.

... Closer toward's the Head-Scribe's room. There rest the General -- No longer dressed in his powerful and Stoic Mid-western Brotherhood of Steel Advanced power armor. Instead in that of simple Combat Armor. Given unto that of Initiates upon the day of rising through the ranks. A sense of comfort could be the only cause.. This man. Fearing for his own life in a selfish decision rather than the good of the Bunker. The good of the people that so valiantly trusted and laid their lives down for both Elder's and General's alike. Now slaughtered without remorse.

A coward. A traitor. A man fleeing from Brothers in arms to escape with his own life. Stealing from the quarters of other's and leaving behind what was once his own. This was not the way of the Steel. This was the desire of the flesh. This was what would break the once proud General of the Brotherhood of steel. This was as well, what would rebuild the General's steel. Flynn Rosengard's own story to be rebuilt.


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[center][font=courier][size=14pt][color=red]IMPORTANT: Please detail these role play examples as much as you can so we can ensure that you are capable of role playing properly with the authorization(s) you have requested, thank you.[/color][/size][/font][/center]

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[size=14pt][font=courier][color=orange]10 /me lines or more PASSIVE role play with the authorization(s) you are applying for:[/color][/font][/size]
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[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Nights such as these were ones to be frightful of. Left with that of only thy own thoughts. Left with only a ruined state of the Wasteland, almost beyond repair. Sitting only in an empty bar, with not a soul to be found in this ruined land.

** Holding only a flask of whiskey in hand, the self-proclaimed 'General' was a mope. As amber eyes seem to scan the outer-rim of the flask -- Seemingly intrigued by the concept of holding onto this one simple item.

** As the flask was brought to his lips within that moment, head tilting aback as he let the burning fluid sweep down and into his mouth. A disgusting, retched drink to be taste upon those dry cracked lip's of a broken man. Holding only a broken dream.

** Further and further the man's head was titled back -- As each gulp sent this seemingly fiery liquid shooting into his gullet. Beads of sweat forming along the side's of this man's forehead.... This world, it was atrocious. The people whom fought one another. Idiots striking their own kind... They needed the guiding hand of the Brotherhood.

** As the man shot forwards -- Flask slammed afront of him in this ruined bar. Tears that begin to swell are swiftly met with the snarl of himself...

** "I refuse to let this be. I will repair you." The man chimed in to himself. To the wasteland. Irrigation would flow, cities would rebuild. Each under Brotherhood law and control.

** Jumping from the ruined cracked bar he sat on -- Weapon's being adjusted upon his sling. As that same flask was tucked so neatly upon his belt buckle -- Staring out into the wonder's of the wastes.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** It brought such a dry smile onto this man's lips. It couldn't be one of happiness, not yet. Only a smile. No true emotion to be held in such a thing. None yet.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** So, Out he went -- Out to repair this land. To repair what his Brothers had tried so valiantly to create. The way of the famed Steel would not be tarnished. Would not be battered or broken. Steel will be with them all.[/font][/size]

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[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Boots stomp against the ruined sand of the Wastes. Critters of the waste's scurry aside at the moment this self-proclaimed General whom so valiantly kept those whom can not safe. This was his duty, this was how he was taught. This is how those tribals and Mutants were to be taught.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Those who wish to listen, was sadly only met with the harsh realization of those who would wish to halt progress. As neck crane under the blazing sun -- The distinct sound of hissing and growls could be heard within the distance.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** It hit the man. Whistling toward's him as a simple 10mm round flung itself into the Armor this man wore, a lucky chink. Now burying itself within the General's flesh -- As a howling sound of pain rung out for all of the waste's to hear.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Laser rifle was heftily kept up with a single hand -- Pushed further between the man's shoulder and kept so firmly in place as he scanned the waste's. Fear and loathing. The end of a man on such a quest for the good of the Wasteland would surely not end by some feral's who can hold a gun.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Emerging from above -- Holding what looked to be a simple ten-millimeter sub-machine gun was a simple ghoul. A crooked smile being placed upon those torn lips -- As he so listlessly turned his weaponry toward's the direction of the member of the Steel.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** He who dared to stop progress was as well met with the laser rifle appointed toward's the ghoul -- Amber eyes filled with true life met with the eyes of glassy gray. It was up to whoever shot first to begin this fire-fight.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Sadly, it was the ghoul. A second round being shot out, met with the center-piece of the Brotherhood's own combat armor. Burying further and digging into the armor meant to protect so well against laser weaponry alike, it would not falter against a single shot from this pest.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Slow breaths. Eyes locked as a second round rung out, Flynn shant not die here. As the laser rifle's triggered had been pulled -- The ghoul was met with a twist of his head. A truly gruesome scene from but a single round had unfolded so swiftly.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Brains splattered and head melted as the beast toppled over. Flynn dropping his weapon as blood poured from the initial wound... Clenched teeth stare in awe as a gloved hand grasp helplessly at the torn flesh... Perhaps patrolling alone was not was for a Brother of steel...[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Not wise at all... This thought couldn't be kept sadly. As boots began clanking again, the man now limping off -- Deeper into the wastes.[/font][/size]

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[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Kept up in chains -- Hanging from a room to only experience the torture of a captor. The torture from one who wanted info.. It was a disgrace.. Yet a beauty.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Man's more delicate and precise procedure. The slicing of flesh and breaking of bone's. The utter pain that would not kill all enacted by another man. This was what the General was to face.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** As a whip slam into the man's burly chest -- The stinging sensation that arc throughout the entirety of his form. The utter sensation of pain that was brought against this man time and time again.. It was an act of utter heresy.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** 'Was this to be death..?' These word's rattled around in the figure's cranium. As the powerful blow's struck against his form time and time again. A supposed screaming voice being heard throughout his ringing ears... Inaudible.. Unable to make out whatever it was he wanted over the constant barrage of whippings..[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Utter fear... This was something that was not accustom to any Brotherhood member. Not by one outside of their own ranks. As tears are felt swelling in this burly figure's eyes -- Those same salty tears that flow down his cheeks, as the cracking and snapping of the whips continue on..[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Soon there was nothing... His vision blurred by tears and the whipping having seemingly stopped for only a moment.. Bliss.. Glee.. His captor having had a change of heart for only a moment...[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** No. It was none of this. Flesh being torn by a scalpel. Slicing so delicately against this burly figure in such precise movements it seemed impossibly by a common raider.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Screams. It was all he could do was scream. Not to thrash around or kill himself as he cry so endlessly for help. Tears that stream down this man's face as blood pour from those same wound's that had been being so delicately cut up...

** It was hell on earth. True fear of death. True fear of losing what was held close to this man was being so easily taken by one solitary person. One solitary human.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Flesh betray flesh. Steel will never betray steel. This simple quote from an elder would be a fine word to think of upon his death. If death was to occur by this raider.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** As blood drip and the scalpel pull away. That of intense ringing never seeming to falter. For now it had seemed to be over.. That same blurry vision strutting off as other's came in with stimpaks and bandages alike... Enough to keep this man alive, to experience pain for yet another day.
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[size=12pt][font=georgia]** "Fuckin' 'ell!" The man screamed as he stared down at those blueprints that had so wonderfully escaped! These simple items that brought more stress than joy itself![/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** It seemed as though so deep into the wastes everything was breaking. His armor having gone through more repairs than being able to count. His laser rifle only held together by copper wire and utter will-power, and to top it all off he had not a single piece of what was needed for the power armor he so desperately required.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Slamming Kevlar-gloved hand's down upon the table those blasted blueprints rest upon. Time and time again the thud of anger rang out from within his own abode amidst these desert sands.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** "I's shoulda' brought's m'own armor! Idiot.. Idiot... I ain't got none o' these Materials.. They's expensive!" He finally cried out to seemingly no one -- As his hands arced up and began to tug and tear at his own hair. It was all expensive! All rare! All that would take time to acquire..[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** None of which he truly had! Stomping around his house with twitching hands. Anger in himself for not packing properly amidst the chaos was one of the many thing's that had brought despise to himself.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Quickly dashing to his laser rifle amidst the table -- Flinging it upwards as he positioned it directly toward's that of the wooden door besides him... He was sure to burn this entire house down.. Maybe it would have those famed materials![/font][/size]


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[size=12pt][font=georgia]** The single sound that rang out. His own rifle out of energy, unable to even vent his frustration in the matter of destruction. All that could be heard from within the depths of his house were multiple loud grunts and frustrated screams.. Those poor Wastelanders must of been in shock.[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** "Fuck! Shite! I can'! Mother fu-" Just another day in the wastes.. Fretting about how one will acquire such materials for his own gain of rebuilding..[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Life sucked without a Bunker. Without Brothers by his side... As the rifle was swiftly flung unto the couch upon the other side of the room... All this grief stricken and material-less general could manage was to grumble to himself..[/font][/size]

[size=12pt][font=georgia]** Back to the staring of these ancient blueprints he went. Staring and glaring at the needed materials to craft such an item..[/font][/size]
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