Serious HALF LIFE WEST RolePLAY

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Put on your chaps and saddle up, citizen. We're movin' west.

Ol Barney suggests you swing by the saloon when we get in town. Lamarr knows how to treat the saddle raw fury of a weary traveller just right. Just don't be wranglin' any bullsquids or they'll string you up like a runaway vortigaunt.

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hey brother, just dropping by to make sure you're all good rustling up this hay?
 
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Denied. Don't bother responding to the thread if you're going to put zero effort into your application. Maybe stick to the regular HL2RP, huh?

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hey brother, just dropping by to make sure you're all good rustling up this hay?

Pending. A brazen post. Bold role-players are something we want in Hλlf-Life WESTRP but your application just doesn't have that wow factor. You have been given another chance.
 
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Steam Name: Stava
Character Name: Enrique Chavez
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Other Events You Have Participated In: The entirety of Revolution, but I hope that I am able to add this to my list.
Character Backstory:

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Enrique Chavez was born in 2004 in a little city in northern Mexico called 'Monterrey'. At the age of six he knew he wanted to be a cowboy, working with his father in the outskirts of the city to breed cattle. At the age of nine, he would come to learn English after his mother scrounged up enough cash to hire him a tutor. As Enrique grew up he only became more experienced in the farming life. However, at the age of eleven his the Combine invaded. Both his mother and father being killed prior in the portal storms, he would take shelter with his tutor. After that, being sent to a labor camp for a number of years before said camp being liberated by a group of rebels.

Now, at the age of 17 Enrique would become a rebel himself, often sporting a cowboy hat and a dandy set of spurs he would wield a revolver. Spending most of his time in the saloon. His tutor would be long gone along with the rest of his family. One his own he would meet Julio, the coolest cowboy in the west. Eventually they would work their way to Canada after spotting a profitable deal smuggling leather belts laced with cocaine. However, Julio and him would become separated. Now along, he'd abandon his gear after a shootout with local civil protection. With nothing on her person, he makes his way to City-36, Toronto. He would still be under the age of 21, 18 to be specific. Continuously dodging the Civil Protection as he his around in the sewers. Making his way back to a group of rebels donning the title 'Boofta'. He would join them, though with hesitation. Eventually, once he reached the age of 20, making his way further North. Hoping to find safe haven he would instead find Julio once more.

In awe, he demands explanation. Julio would eventually exclaim he's on the run, after getting separated from Enrique he met a group called 'Lambda' on a mission to the American continents. Begrudgingly he would join them, doing their dirty work as he became a trusted member. Enrique, now abandoning his group to steal the boat from Lambda and travel to Europe with Julio, would grow quite excited. Once arriving their, moving east. The pair would soon stumble across another Lambda group, hiding their secret they would join them in order to continue their survival. At the age of 21 both Julio and Enrique would grow apart, eventually separating from each other as Julio climbs the ranks of Lambda. The group itself eventually invading City-17, in which Julio would be one of the first to be shot.

Enrique, never able to learn the fate of his friend, would steer clear of the city. Though, once again, finding trouble. A group of transhumans raiding his small six man camp he had created with another group of survivors. Enrique, escaping with his life would only have the hat on his head and the spurs on his feet. Ones he picked up back in City-36 near his departure, not taking the risk to wear them while he was actually in the city. Enrique would soon travel to City-3, joining another group of rebels named 'Dallas' Renegades'. Soon, they would move into City-17 as well, Enrique traveling with them. As the group traveled, they wound arrive shortly after the re-occupation of the combine forces. An all out war ensuing as the rebel forces eventually broke. Enrique hiding in the cold of Kiev as he adopted a blue citizen jumpsuit. Leaving his trusty revolvers behind, the ones he had since Mexico, managed to recover from Julio once reuniting and the ones he held during his time in City-3.

Shortly after this, Enrique would be forced into the population of the now refurnished City-17. Now 21, his muscles pumping beneath his shirt as he avoids any and all civil protection forces. Hoping to travel back home soon, back West...

Why You Want To Participate In This Event: I wish to participate in this event because I have always been fascinated by the western world, especially the "old west", likely because I live in Nevada. I also love HL2RP, and think this would be a great opportunity for both passive as well as combat RP and a chance to add to character development.
 
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My character, "Prospektus the Synthificent", accidentally teleports into the wrong setting after forgetting to put the '::>' at the end of their portal storm spell incantation.
 
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Steam Name: Satirical
Character Name: Rafael Edward "Ted" Cruz
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Other Events You Have Participated In: The 2016 Presidential Election, The 2018 Midterm Elections, a string of murders
Character Backstory:
The Zodiac Killer or Zodiac was a serial killer who operated in Northern California from at least the late 1960s to the early 1970s. The killer's identity remains unknown. The Zodiac murdered victims in Benicia, Vallejo, Lake Berryessa, and San Francisco between December 1968 and October 1969. Four men and three women between the ages of 16 and 29 were targeted. The killer originated the name "Zodiac" in a series of taunting letters sent to the local Bay Area press. These letters included four cryptograms (or ciphers). Of the four cryptograms sent, only one has been definitively solved.[1]

Suspects have been named by law enforcement and amateur investigators, but no conclusive evidence has surfaced. The San Francisco Police Department (SFPD) marked the case "inactive" in April 2004, but re-opened it at some point prior to March 2007.[2][3]The case also remains open in the city of Vallejo, as well as in Napa County and Solano County.[4] The California Department of Justice has maintained an open case file on the Zodiac murders since 1969.[5]
Why You Want To Participate In This Event:
Well, I am a Christian. And I am from Texas. You know, I'm reminded of a story. Of a brave Texan citizen, who fought long and hard to escape a fugitive status in California. He was set to be extradited, but escaped the police and remained hidden. He then took on a new identity and forged a Canadian birth certificate. He then became a US Senator for Texas, then a presidential candidate.
 

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So there I was, knelt down in a bush with young Billy Two-Barrels brains all over my french shirt trying my god-darn best to hide from them bounty-hunters tailing us. See old Billy and Paul Nine-Cock thought it'd be a great idea to go rob a coach, said it was one carrying some payroll for the union outpost. You know me, I don't turn down cash but damn it went to hell fast. Turns out the coach was a trap, lure in us types. We got out with twenty bucks and a pocket watch. Had us trapped us so we ducked behind some trees. Billy died before he hit the tree-line. Me and Paul ran back into the woods hoping to lose them. Once we got in a bit I told him to duck down and hide in these here bushes.

Paul was a fucking idiot, I told him to keep down and wait until I said to move, I was hearing some growling thought maybe wolfs were nearby. Fucker wouldn't have it so he bolted and tried to run deeper in. A black bear ran him down right in my view. I was ducked down in that bush with my trusty six-shooter and I watched. I had to because I couldn't go back, couldn't move in case it saw me. I watched and heard him die. He screamed a lot, damn fucking lot. At some point, he stopped screaming and then I booked it back here to camp. Not too fussed. I'm alive is all that matters.
 

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I do not wish to apply , rather I would wish you "good luck" (or Поспехаў, as it is in my native tougne), and safe travels to you and your companions as you embark on this journey.
 
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Howdy. There any specific factions I should know of?
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Hλlf-Life WESTRP is an expansive universe, saddlewarmer. The only law in town is Sheriff Barney and his deputies and he's always looking for new guns to string up vortigaunts. Maybe you fancy your luck prospectin for them xen crystals down in the mines. Maybe you want to live a life of villainy out in the sticks, rustlin, rapin and roamin. Maybe I'll give you a ban as soon as you step off the stagecoach to show you just how tough life is out in the west.

ENRIQUE CHAVEZ

Accepted but this is your new character reference picture.

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Mr P. Synthificent

Accepted but this is your new character reference picture.
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Shortly before departing West your character found love despite their cold biomechanical heart. You sold your armour to help cover costs for your lover's sickness... but they did not survive. To counter your spell-making abilities you go West with -10 ((POOR)) standing with Barney and his deputies because you cast a transformation hex on one of Kleiner's bullsquids, turning into a useless, gelatinous blob.

HOG KILLER

Pending. You saw the muscular cowboys posted above and you followed the trend. I am afraid we don't want sheep on Hλlf-Life WESTRP -- demonstrate your individuality and you will receive entry, John.

I do, however, appreciate your desire to kill hogs. Antagonist characters are welcomed.

R. F. Cruz

Accepted but your character is called R. F. Cruz. No, he is not The Ted Cruz. You go West with the Sexual Frustration debuff to counter your skills at killing young Northern Californians. This is your new character reference picture and theme song.

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Accepted. You go West with the Tortured Soul debuff (Paul and Billy were very good friends but you believe yourself too tough to express your emotions about them) and -50 ((STRING HIM UP)) standing with Barney and his deputies. They're going to string you up.

I do not wish to apply , rather I would wish you "good luck" (or Поспехаў, as it is in my native tougne), and safe travels to you and your companions as you embark on this journey.

Accepted. As you stand at the station and wave goodbye to your friends, you are bundled into a burlap sack by a lecherous and evil freedvortigaunt named Marlboro. He brings you on board with the rest of his checked luggage and takes you on the train West. You go West as one of Marlboro's many manslaves.







 

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horse rapist, saddle thief, seller of rat skin coats
here to escape the long sexy legs of the law
 
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horse rapist, saddle thief, seller of rat skin coats
here to escape the long sexy legs of the law


Accepted. You go West with CMB$(300 times the soon to be defined price of a beer) to your name. Pawning that houndeye leather saddle brought you a pretty penny but it also brought the heat. You have -30 ((WHIP THAT BASTARD)) standing with Barney and his deputies -- they have sent a freedvortigaunt turned bounty hunter named Porchman after to bring you to justice.


Beta Gameplay Demo of HLWESTRP coming soon

 
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vic trick, here from the deepest deep - city 5, the concrete jugnel. stands before you armed with only his knuckles and vortismack. crazy eyes telling a story of a long line of drug abuse, strings of murders and spur of the moment robberies. is known to frequently accost vortikind for sexual favors. wonders what those two little holes are for

IS THE KIND OF COWBOY COWBOYS DREAM OF BEING

here to make fuckers, fuck eat sand in the (un)great west. GOD BLESS AMERICA
 
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Steam Name: Erkor
Character Name: 'Difficult' Orwell
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Backstory:
"There was a time I was watchin' over the desert and spendin' my hard earned work on blow an' hookers. That ain't my time anymore, by a long shot. I still got my six."

Orwell grew up on a ranch in south-eastern Arizona to a black mother and a half-black father. Despite that, he grew up in a mostly white neighborhood, and his family had moved to Nevada soon after.

Being of lower social standing and not incredibly educated, Orwell had made himself useful working for the local shops as an assistant, and eventually a cowboy. Still, despite his pseudo-authority in the form of a Colt New Service, he was an irresponsible man. More often than not, he'd taken his work vehicle — a somewhat worse-for-wear Ford — and drove off to Las Vegas every now and again, spending most of his hard-earned money on nights of lavish enjoyment.


At one point or another, the Combine arrived, however, and by that point Orwell was a wizened man, if not somewhat beside himself through the after effects of his long-time drug use. The Nevadan desert was a good way to hide from the things that came from another world.