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Personal Information-

Full Birthday (Real-life not character - Example (12/17/2018): 04/11/1997

Do you have a good quality microphone & has it been tested within GTA?: Yes, I do. It has been tested in various public GTA RP servers as well.

Have you joined our community discord (Note you will be required to join it): Yes I am!

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Rules & Guidelines-


•	Can you please link the rules and tell us what you think is good or bad about them.
I don't believe any of the rules listed are bad. Some of the particularly good rules are the RDM, Powergaming and Metagaming rules. Metagaming can be an easy rule to overlook and having it been explained in depth allows for those playing the server to have a true understanding of what's okay and what's metagaming. Powergaming is also easily overlooked by players since you're not really in the real-life mindset sometimes when newer to roleplaying which can allow people to take the context of the game or fantasy into count when playing out roleplay situations. This leads to frustrating powergaming, so to have the rules lined out of what clearly could be powergaming in the context of GTA RP allows more people to have a good understanding of what's okay once again. Finally, RDMing is one of the most commonly broken rules in roleplay and is so frequently abused; it's important that people know that you strict cannot attack people without a story or legitimate reason. Overall, I believe all the rules are good, although the NLR could use some more contextual situations to help the understanding. I believe the wording is a little sparse and could use some more detail.
•	What is your definition of roleplay?
Roleplay is creating extraordinary realistic moments in the context of a video game. Unless specified, it's not the time to make things happen that are beyond realism somehow becoming an alien or superhero in a GTA RP, but would make more sense in a theoretical Marvel roleplay server or game). This involves interacting with other people in the context of the scenario and responding atypically. Normally roleplaying makes things a bit more exciting and offers more of those glimpse of life moments where it's a crazy story you have to tell your friend. Imagine a gas station is being robbed; your typical situation you would think of would be that they give the money and you take off. What if you can make the situation even more interesting and before entering the store, your character is prepped to rob the store until they find out that the clerk behind the counter is a close family member or one of their good friends. Nothing that is impossible, but this scenario allows for interesting RP! In a broader sense, roleplay is really theatre in my opinion. It is the embodiment of theatre in ordinary places apart from the stage which is why it has such a special place in my heart as I've done theatre since I was young. I think if I was unfamiliar to roleplay and someone compared it to theatre, I'd feel I had a better understanding than most descriptions suffice.
•	What type of characters have you roleplayed before?
•	What type of characters do you intend to roleplay?

Tom Linkhart is a shy yet rambunctious 30-year-old man. Once a hardworking and confident man, his decline began late in his 20s with the loss of his only brother, who passed at the unfortunately young age of 16. A promising future in business and marketing and a graduate from an Ivy League school, everything had been going excellently in Tom’s life until then. The loss caused him to sink into a deep depression, turning him to the release of crack cocaine, something that gave him the only break from reality he could possibly find after something so terrible. This has caused him to become psychotic and removed from reality, doing anything and everything he can for a fix, ranging from sucking a man off to robbing his own family. While humorous at times, this break can lead to what seems comparable to early-stage dementia, leading him to forget names and even entire situations. This could be due to his constant state of being high on anything he can get his hands on nowadays.
	The start of his drug use came the disownment from his parents. His father, a finance manager for a hedge fund for a top 500 company, supported him financially while going through college. His father believed that a promising future laid ahead and kept him afloat in many ways, teaching him everything he know along the way. After the early passing of his mother paired with the even earlier passing of his only other son, a switch seemed like it was triggered in his father’s brain. He began to become increasingly impatient with Tom, becoming aggressive in conversations with his only son. Once he discovered his son’s accelerating fall into heavy drug use, he broke off all contact and stopped all financial support, leaving Tom on the verge of poverty and homelessness and forcing him to leave the East, unable to afford the high cost of living. This forced his move to the West Side, searching for a path different than that of his fathers who he now saw as a monster.
With his prominence in the drug community as a user, his move to Los Santos has given him plans to sustain a higher class similar to the one he envisioned before this entire mess. His educational background pairs well with the world of drug marketing, and he’s seen the documentaries on drug lords and how they can be the richest of the rich. After all, isn’t getting your product on the street just a more illegal sense of marketing?
•	What are your character positives and negative characteristics?
Tom is quick-witted and surprisingly still intelligent when not suffering from his breaks, as rare as that may be nowadays. Unfortunately, his intelligence causes him to be an aggressive asshole when questioned and leads him to think he is the mastermind behind everything. He won't take no for an answer and is hardheaded in his interactions. It's as if the shyness that persists through stranger interactions disappears. His confidence radiates back through and he becomes an inexplicable leader. This often leads to acquaintances becoming rebellious as he makes people feel like they have no sense of worth or belonging outside of their skill set. Having grown up in the Upper East Side of NYC, he grew up in riches and was taught by his successful father that book smarts beat street smarts any day of the week. His intelligence does not transfer as well to the streets of Los Santos and the world of drug marketing, as street smarts may be even more essential. While he takes care of his physical appearance to the best of his abilities, he is not a good shot by any means and is often easily overtaken in robberies, so his connections are vital for his safety in Los Santos.
Tom is a social being and thrives on interaction. His drug use increases as he becomes more far removed from the sense of society and belonging. Through his extroversion, he has become somewhat of a smooth talker and a people pleaser which becomes immensely helpful in his business line. Having grown up in New York, he follows your stereotypes: blunt, straight-forward, and fast talking. You’re wasting his time if you take more than 20 seconds to get your point across and you’re out in his book. He is slow to trust and requires time to warm up to you, but he is emotionally in touch and is compassionate with people he cares about, losing the aggressive tone and the “I’m Always Right” attitude. Tom is just really one of those people you have to feel out before making a quick assumption.
•	When do you feel is a good time to break character?
I don't really think there is an appropriate time to break character, even if rules are being broken. If rules are being broken, roleplay the situation and inform them in OOC chat; if possible, have a moderator get involved, but roleplay the situation out to the best of your abilities. Of course if the roleplay is taking a turn for something really obscene that is just completely and utterly uncomfortable (or let’s say you're being FailRP'd heavily) talk to them OOC and let them know what's going on.
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Situational Questions-
Please answer all of these questions in character - using the information you have provided above.


1.	What are your plans for your first day in Los Santos?
First things first, I’m trying to get my fix. I know that by figuring out who’s slinging around here in Los Santos, I’ll be able to inadvertently find out some connections that can get me into drug dealing myself. I run into a local with a more than questionable appearance. “Hey man, what are you doing all by yourself on the street?” /me reaches out hand for handshake “My name is Tim.” I don’t want to reveal my true identity to this no life. I’m better than him. “Look, man. I’m new to town and I’m trying to find my away around these streets, if you’re catching my drift. You got any hookups for some powder?” I’m just hoping to start making connections while getting this fix. He tells me to follow him and I decline. “We do this out here, right now.” I’m not trying to get my ass jumped; I may be book smart, but I know that it’s never a good choice to follow some fuckin’ stranger into an alley, that’s how you get your shit flipped in the Apple. I see him reaching for a gun and dip the fuck out of there as fast as I can, scared out of my mind that THIS is my first god damn encounter in this shithole. He’s chasing my ass down the street and I turn a corner, check over my shoulder and see an alley to my left. I dip into the alley, out of breath and pissing my pants a little bit. I crouch behind a dumpster, peeking just over and see the dude zoom by, relieved that I’ve managed to lose him. My heart is racing in the way it feels to be rolling; is this what I’m in for? I’m for it completely; this shit is almost better than crack.
2.	The cops have pulled you over in a case of mistaken identity. What do you do?
I pull to the side of the road, pissed off that I’m getting pulled over for nothing. The cop rolls up to my window. Does he know that I stole this car? I gotta tread carefully. /me rolls down window  “What seems to be the issue officer?” He tells me to turn off the engine and step out the vehicle. At this point, I have no idea what’s going on. “What’s your reason, dude? You can’t just tell to get out my car without telling me what the fuck is going on.” He tells me that I look exactly like a guy who just hit up a bank. /me laughs in his face. “How about you fuck off and check what’s on me? You’d think that if I just robbed a bank I’d be strapped and have some stolen shit on me, no?” /me steps out the car. “Go ahead and check, bud. You aint finding shit.” My temper is being tested here; I hate to have my precious time wasted when I’m on my way to rob the gas station around the corner and I’m scared this fucking officer is going to run the plates. I’m trying to avert attention away from the plates as much as possible; maybe this guy’s fucking with me. He pats me down and sees I don’t have anything but an ID and some food. “Alright, you’re free to go. Sorry for the inconvenience.” /me scoffs “Yeah, could have told you that 2 minutes ago, pal.” I get back in my car and drive off carefully, pulling away into an alley as soon as I can, afraid that he’ll still check the plates afterwards. I see him pass by and /me breathes a sigh of relief. “Fuckin’ pigs.”
You are robbing a store. Inside the store is the owner and a civilian. Both individuals are begging you not to rob or hurt them. How would you roleplay this situation and what actions would you take?
I enter the store, gun drawn. “Give me the fuckin’ money and nobody gets hurt.” Money’s tight and I need some some crack, so I need to make this robbery work. No options. I see that there’s a civilian with their hands up, so I aim at them. “Look buddy, nobody needs to get shot. I’m just here for the money and I’m out. Hand over your cash.” The civilian is trembling while reaching for their wallet. No patience right now; I need out quick. /me yells at the civilian. “GET THE FUCKING WALLET OUT AND GIVE ME THE MONEY.” The civilian hands over his cash and I tell him to get on the ground. I reposition my aim on the owner. “Look, I’m not a great shot but I’m willing to unload this thing clip to compensate if that register isn’t clear in the next 2 minutes.” He’s begging me to not shoot him, telling me he has a family. “I had a family too, buddy. They’re all dead, and the one that’s not might as well be. I got nothing to lose, and you have everything. Hand over the fucking cash and we won’t have any problems.” /me stuffs the gun closer to his chest. I see that as I’m holding the owner up, the civilian gets up behind me and dashes out the store. “Fucking christ. You serious right now?” I’m running out of time; he’s gonna call the cops and that’ll be the end of it. I’m heavily considering getting the hell out of dodge right now. My gun still pointed at the owner, I tell him “Times counting down, man. You have a minute.” Money’s still pouring out and the feeling of my wallet getting fatter is just reminding me how much crack I can buy after this. Sirens are wailing out in the distance. “Of course.” I stash my gun in my waistline and run out the door and see that the cop is 500 feet away, max. I jump in my car and take off. Naturally, I picked a shit job of a car since I haven’t really gotten use to jacking cars. The cop is easily gaining speed on me; I need to make a move and cut a corner. Unfortunately the corner is too tight and I flip my vehicle, rolling over three times. “FUCK!” I scream; me’s shoulder is dislocated from its sock. I surrender to the cop as he approaches my vehicle, gun drawn. There’s no way I’m getting out of this one. I gotta take the loss and just accept the sentence. Maybe I’ll meet someone useful in prison.
3.	A stranger comes up to you and says he needs another person for a “big job” in town. How do you react and what do you do?
“What kind of ‘big job’ exactly?” /me is hesitant and distant. I don’t know who the fuck this guy is. For all I know he’s some undercover trying to roll me. I look around in both directions, checking for anything suspicious. Maybe an unmarked car is just waiting to roll up on me. No response. “Who are you? How do I know you’re not some cop?” The stranger reassures me, saying he just needs some help on a heist. He pulls out a heavy weapon and threatens me, saying “Either you help or I unload this in your face. What cop is going to be flailing this thing around?” Understandable. “Alright, I’ll help you. What do you need?” He tells me that they need an extra gun on hand for a jewelry store heist and that I need to keep out. Why the fuck me? Something about this rubbing me the wrong way. “I don’t think I’m gonna be of much help boss, sorry.” I walk away from the deal and eat my potential earnings. It’s just not worth the risk doing something big with a guy I don’t even fuckin’ know.
4.	You are repairing your car and someone pulls up behind you with their gun drawn. They tell you to drop you stuff and handover your keys. What would you say and do in this situation?
“Alright, alright. Take it easy, ain’t gotta point that shit at me.” I’m shitting my pants, if I’m honest. I’ve been robbed with knifes in the city, but nothing like this. I gotta dude with a gun, potentially going to blow my brains out. /me empties pockets. “Take the cash, take the keys and anything fucking else you want, dude. Just leave me be.” Honestly, I’m hoping this dumb ass doesn’t realize I was working on my car for a reason. Maybe I can dip out while he’s fucking around with it. He asks me why I was working on my car. FUCK. “I smashed into a stop sign checking out my phone. Listen, you let me peace out and I’ll finish fixing it up and we can part ways.” For some reason, he agrees. /me finishes fixing up the car. A waste of time, sure; but if it means I’m walking out of this with my head in one piece, it’s worth it. I know how aggressive these guys can be and I’m not about to take my chances. Fuck, maybe he’ll even enjoy the rocks I left in the back. He takes off just like we planned and we part ways. Maybe I should have got his number..
5.	You have been involved in a crime with a group of known individuals; the officer offers you less time if you give up information on your group members; what would you do / how would you react?
Seriously? Reduced sentence? Does this asshole KNOW how long it’s taken me to get the connections necessary just to get in with these guys. If they’re dumb enough to think that I’ll willingly give up this information, let’s see how far it extends. What if I feed them something fake? Pin it on an enemy. Two birds, one stone. “Less time? How much are we talking specifically?” I need to make him think that I’m serious. I mean, I am; if this works, not only do I lead them away from my group, but I’ll get back out with them quicker. He tells me that he’s willing to take two months off. /me hacks on his own spit. “Buddy, you’re going to have to do better than that. I got something that could people away from years.” He renegotiates and tell me he’ll cut it by half. “That’s more like it. Alright, here’s the info.” I start making up my buddy’s names, except one. Charlie Manoff. Can’t stand the kid, so I gotta have some truth to it. I’m telling them how we came up with the heist and how we planned it, without giving enough detail to tip off the identities of my other crew members. “Is that enough for you?” I see him writing all the info down. He tells me bullshit. Asshat apparently already had I.D. on the guy I told him about and knew that the rest was fake. He tells me he’ll give me a month off for the name, but that’s it. “Hey, I’ll take it. Kid’s an idiot anyway. No place on the streets.” The cop books me in for a reduced sentence and I’m back in prison. Not my ideal place, but at least I didn’t come out empty handed.
6.	You’ve found what looks like a random car in the street with a load of drugs inside. What do you do and why?
HOLY SHIT. Jackpot. I haven’t been able to smoke some rocks in a couple days, so I’m ecstatic to roll up on treasure. But why the fuck is this just laying out on the street? This has to be a setup. One side of me is telling me to just jack it and try and run, but the other tells me that there’s no way that this shit is just sitting out here by chance. What if I stake it out? I roll over to a bush near by and sit out. About an hour in, I see a cop roll by. Out comes two officers stacking the drugs back outside the car. Yeah, of course it was a god damn setup. I can’t believe I really thought that this would be legit. I hop back in my car and get out of the area, sure that there are more officers near by trying to crack down or catch someone. Do they really think I’m going to be stupid enough for that type of shit? I fiend my intelligence, feeling boastful that I didn’t fall for it. Really would have gone for it, too, but I can’t risk a stupid arrest.
7.	It’s just another day for you as a tow truck driver. You roll up to a job, only to see the person who called you, is holding an EMS hostage. The driver seems erratic and volatile. What do you do?
Fucking hell. I’m trying to make an honest living and this is the shit I need to handle? I’m not high enough for this. “Look buddy, what the hell do you have to earn from this?” Honestly, I’m at a lost at to how the fuck I got myself into this situation. He’s waving his gonna; “I’ll SHOOT this bitch if you don’t hand me over everything you fuckin’ got.” Did this guy plan this shit out? “Why are you even here? Do you know me?” He tells me my name and that I fucked over his buddy, Charlie. God dammit, am I really getting my ass bit here? “Alright, I get it. I fucked him over, you’re right. This EMS doesn’t need to be involved in this. Your real beef is with me, right? Let’s settle this shit. What’s it gonna take?” He tells me again that he wants all the shit I got and 5 grand. “Fuck me man, that’s everything I got.” “You fucking heard me!” he says as he takes his gun from the hostage’s head and aims it at me. “Alright. Fine.” I slowly walk towards him, hands up and place everything I got on me and 5 grand on the ground in front of him. “Now let them go.” He pushes the hostage away and grabs the money as well as all my items and steals my tow truck. I check in on the hostage and make sure they’re okay. “Did he hurt you?” /me checks for bruises. “Yeah, he pistol whipped after he held me at gunpoint at my ambulance.” “Alright, listen. I’m gonna get us some help, but you can’t tell the cops what he said.” They reluctantly agree. I call the cops and let them know what happen. I gotta help them; I can’t just have someone get hurt when I’m the one responsible. The cops roll up and ask me entirely what happen. I let them know that some whack job took this EMS hostage and I just came to finish a trucking job and had no idea what was going on. They cart them away and get my info and I hop back into my truck to finish the job. A close call, for sure; but at least we didn’t get arrested. I gotta be more careful about who I’m fucking with.
8.	You’ve gotten yourself into a situation – you owe a gang $5000 which you must pay back within a few hours. What could be a legal way to get this money in a pinch?
Of course. Charlie figured out that I snitched on him and told his group and now they want even more fuckin’ money? His buddy already ripped me for all my money, so I’m out. This has to be clean; how the fuck am I going to make 5 grand in this shithole of a place? Maybe I could do some marketing for some local company. I pull up my phone and  see that a taxi driver is desperately putting out ads, trying to make some business. I call him up and talk to him. “Hey, I see that you’re not having much luck on your cab business. I’m a marketing expert and can help you get every god damn person on that street in your taxi. Just a small fee.” Hook, line, and sinker. He asks me how much it’s gonna cost. “How much are you wanting to make, pal? You trying to become the best damn taxi driver in Los Santos?” His replies become more ecstatic. Yes, yes! “Base fee is normally $7,500, but I’m willing to lower it down to $5 grand just for you.” Silence on the line. “Hello?” I reply, anxious to hopefully be able to nail this out in one client. He replies after what seems like ages. “I’m listening.” I tell him that he needs to offer an exotic taxi car service. People are DYING to ride up in style. All he’s gotta do is pick up clients in a Ferrari and charge an obscene rate. If people are willing to rent exotic cars, why not offer which is essentially the same. Again, silence. “Alright, I’ll try it.” I ask him to let me know how it goes. I walk around the city for an hour, brain storming in case this doesn’t pan out. My phone rings. “Hello?” It’s the taxi driver. “Look, I don’t know if this is worth your fee, but I’ve giving 5 rides at triple the rate I normally do. You’ve earned it.” Fuck. Yes. The easiest 5 grand I’ve ever made.
9.	You've been selling drugs on another gangs turf and they find you. How would your character react to this and deal with the situation?
A yellow shirt rolls up on me, gun up. “Ay, the fuck you doin’ on my turf, puto?” /me puts hands up. “The fuck you talking about, man?” I have no idea what’s wrong. I’m trying to resell some coke that I had extra from a stash I just picked up. What the hell is this guys problem? “You’re on my fuckin turf, motherfucker.” Shit. “Yo, man, genuinely sorry. I’m new to the city and don’t know who’s controlling what.” Turfs aren’t really a thing unless you’re trying to sling in Harlem. Then you’re just a fucking idiot. “I’ll give you all I’ve made around here and I’ll dip out.” /me hands out a wad of cash. He tells me that I’m gonna have to cough up all the crack on me. The thought of this honestly makes me trouble. “Dude, come on. Some of this is my personal shit. I need it to get by.” He stuffs the gun into my stomach. “ALL OF IT PUTO. NOW.” I reluctantly hand over all my crack. He tells me to get lost and never come in his hood again. I walk away, hands trembling. I’m hard fucking headed, but never have I felt my life feel so threatened. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself. How do I even find out what fuckin’ hoods I can and can’t sell in? I have a lot of learning to do of the streets if I want to do this right.
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Disclaimers-

Do you understand acting "salty", "breaking character" or acting "immature" even when someone appears to have broken rules around you is punishable?
Absolutely.

Do you understand not following the rules may result in a permanent ban in one report? Yes, I do.

Do you stream, use youtube or other social media? If so, can you tell us about it? Also, do you have any clips or video of you roleplaying elsewhere?

You’re a sloth and you run into a frog. What do you do?