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by Kulzcow Sun Apr 10, 2016 6:03 pm
Steam Name:Kept you waiting, huh?
Steam ID : STEAM_0:0:45137226
Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198050540180/
Age: 16
How long have you been RPing: 2 years.
How did you find us: Arglack (Already played here/Alexander Thompson)
Have you been banned from Singularity Gaming: Naaah
________________________________________________________________________
Name: John Titor
Age: 27
Species: Human
MOS (Military Occupational Speciality) : Engineering.
You do understand as this is a private server and you have filled out a Application you an be removed from the server or you have Character taken away within reason at any moment:Aye.
Two Paragraph Backstory(For Returning players it is only one Paragraph), Five to Seven Sentences per Paragraph:
John Titor, born in 2159 Seattle. Joined the Alliance at the age of 19, proficient with weapons maintenance and mathematics. He got enlisted as one of the maintenance members in the SSV Midway, checking on ship and weapons systems. He kept on doing his job over the years, fixing and analyzing the ship systems, making sure they are all up and running to do the job correctly, that, with a mug of coffee on the other hand.
Years later, 2186. The Reapers arrived, the SSV Midway was one of the many ships assigned to defend Earth. John was there, keeping the weapons under control, not being much aware of how much chaotic was out there on space, until the ship took a hit. Everything shaked, as he held himself on one of the terminals, checking the systems:
“Hull Integrity below 30% - Weapons Systems failling” - The screen said.
Nothing could be done with the hull, the damage had been made outside. John quickly rushed over to the cannons, opening the terminals, quickly diagonising the problems, moving to its equipment, fixing it as most as he could. Not being able to do much, he returns to his station.
“What is going on?” - He asks on the radio
“Taking heavy fire! Brace yourselves!” -Said the Sergeant.
After a while, the ship shakes again as a alarm sounds off. John waddles off at the cannons again, keeping them up. The cannons manage to fire, taking out the unknown target, at least for Titor.
“Mayday! This is SSV Midway! We are going down! I repeat, we are going down!” - A voice sounded on the intercom.
“Get to the pods!” - A voice sounded on the radio as John left his station, rushing out of the room, running through the long corridor that was being set ablaze as sparks were going off everywhere. Stopping at the door, he tried to open it, the door was stuck. Closing his fist, he hits it.
“Come on!” - Titor shouts, while trying to get the door open.
Grabbing a loose pipe, he inserts it between the door that was closing and opening halfway, forcing it open as he rushes to the other side. Getting close to the shuttle, a generator blows up near him, sending him flying down to the ground. Stunned, he tries to get up as the emergency lights turn on.
Two other soldiers heard Titor yelling on the other room as he fell down, they open the door as smoke starts to fill the room up. They crouch down, grabbing Titor and placing him over the shoulders, the soldier carrying Titor gets in the shuttle, setting him down there, the soldier looks outside.
“Hurry up, Edward!” - The other soldier shouted , staying silent as soon as he saw his friend being set ablaze, punching a button, the pod launched out, to Earth they went, Titor faints, passing out.
After some time, Titor slowly opens his eyes, blinking and rubbing his face, he looks around, grunting.
“John Titor?”- The soldier who rescued him asks.
“Hmm… am I dead?” - He asks, a bit jokingly.
“We did it, we won the war.” - The soldier tells him.
Sitting on the bed, Titor smiles widely, celebrating in happiness not caring if there were other wounded asleep.
Walking out of the hospital, his omni-tool beeps, opening it, he gets a message:
“Titor, the SSV Midway is no more, but most of your friends survived. You should thank Corporal Phelps for getting you out of there. Anyways, first things first you will no longer be working in the Alliance, you are being reassigned to the SSV London, a Task Force created after the defeat of the reapers, and second, your face was prettier before. Godspeed, John.”
Steam ID : STEAM_0:0:45137226
Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198050540180/
Age: 16
How long have you been RPing: 2 years.
How did you find us: Arglack (Already played here/Alexander Thompson)
Have you been banned from Singularity Gaming: Naaah
________________________________________________________________________
Name: John Titor
Age: 27
Species: Human
MOS (Military Occupational Speciality) : Engineering.
You do understand as this is a private server and you have filled out a Application you an be removed from the server or you have Character taken away within reason at any moment:Aye.
Two Paragraph Backstory(For Returning players it is only one Paragraph), Five to Seven Sentences per Paragraph:
John Titor, born in 2159 Seattle. Joined the Alliance at the age of 19, proficient with weapons maintenance and mathematics. He got enlisted as one of the maintenance members in the SSV Midway, checking on ship and weapons systems. He kept on doing his job over the years, fixing and analyzing the ship systems, making sure they are all up and running to do the job correctly, that, with a mug of coffee on the other hand.
Years later, 2186. The Reapers arrived, the SSV Midway was one of the many ships assigned to defend Earth. John was there, keeping the weapons under control, not being much aware of how much chaotic was out there on space, until the ship took a hit. Everything shaked, as he held himself on one of the terminals, checking the systems:
“Hull Integrity below 30% - Weapons Systems failling” - The screen said.
Nothing could be done with the hull, the damage had been made outside. John quickly rushed over to the cannons, opening the terminals, quickly diagonising the problems, moving to its equipment, fixing it as most as he could. Not being able to do much, he returns to his station.
“What is going on?” - He asks on the radio
“Taking heavy fire! Brace yourselves!” -Said the Sergeant.
After a while, the ship shakes again as a alarm sounds off. John waddles off at the cannons again, keeping them up. The cannons manage to fire, taking out the unknown target, at least for Titor.
“Mayday! This is SSV Midway! We are going down! I repeat, we are going down!” - A voice sounded on the intercom.
“Get to the pods!” - A voice sounded on the radio as John left his station, rushing out of the room, running through the long corridor that was being set ablaze as sparks were going off everywhere. Stopping at the door, he tried to open it, the door was stuck. Closing his fist, he hits it.
“Come on!” - Titor shouts, while trying to get the door open.
Grabbing a loose pipe, he inserts it between the door that was closing and opening halfway, forcing it open as he rushes to the other side. Getting close to the shuttle, a generator blows up near him, sending him flying down to the ground. Stunned, he tries to get up as the emergency lights turn on.
Two other soldiers heard Titor yelling on the other room as he fell down, they open the door as smoke starts to fill the room up. They crouch down, grabbing Titor and placing him over the shoulders, the soldier carrying Titor gets in the shuttle, setting him down there, the soldier looks outside.
“Hurry up, Edward!” - The other soldier shouted , staying silent as soon as he saw his friend being set ablaze, punching a button, the pod launched out, to Earth they went, Titor faints, passing out.
After some time, Titor slowly opens his eyes, blinking and rubbing his face, he looks around, grunting.
“John Titor?”- The soldier who rescued him asks.
“Hmm… am I dead?” - He asks, a bit jokingly.
“We did it, we won the war.” - The soldier tells him.
Sitting on the bed, Titor smiles widely, celebrating in happiness not caring if there were other wounded asleep.
Walking out of the hospital, his omni-tool beeps, opening it, he gets a message:
“Titor, the SSV Midway is no more, but most of your friends survived. You should thank Corporal Phelps for getting you out of there. Anyways, first things first you will no longer be working in the Alliance, you are being reassigned to the SSV London, a Task Force created after the defeat of the reapers, and second, your face was prettier before. Godspeed, John.”
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