Apollo
Hollowed
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2017
- Messages
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- Age
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Steam Name/Steam ID : Apollo STEAM_0:0:79750421
How long have you played on the server?: For almost a week now
Characters name/nicknames: Garrus
Characters Race((Be aware Quarian, and Turian are application only, and must have a detailed backstory in order for the character to be accepted.)) : Human
Requested position aboard the ship((http://revivalservers.com/index.php?threads/available-positions-aboard-the-ship.2905/)) : Pilot
Specific Gear, and/or abilities((Biotic abilities, Implants, and biotic abilities are application ONLY)) :
Level 3 CQC, Level 3 Tech, Avenger, Mattock, Advanced Medical Training
Characters alignment, IE Paragon, Renegade, Neutral: Paragon
Characters Backstory((The longer, and more detailed the backstory, the most likely you will be accepted.)) :
I’m gonna be straight with you. My life has fucking sucked since the day I was born. I was born on Earth, like most humans- Oh I should tell you about myself before I bore you with my life story so far. I am a male with, blue eyes, brown hair, 12 inches to my name, and a heart of gold. The moment I came out of that womb, my life hit the shit though.
It was around 26 years ago, in the small town of Centerville where I lost a piece of me for the first time…
“Ok miss, one more push and you’ll be a mother,” the nurse said as she watched the pulse on the monitor religiously, waiting for it to slow back down.
“AHHHHGGGGG,” screeched my mother as she pushed me into the light, the sound of me crying filled the room...along with the yelling of my father…
In the weeks leading up to my birth, my mother became very ill. My father took her to many doctors, hoping to find what was causing this. He learned that I was putting too much stress on her, and that if I was to be born, she would die. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Garrus. Garrus was dad’s best friend throughout College, he helped him meet my mom and get our home.
He met with my father around two weeks before my birth, he told him that my mother would make it, that she would go on and raise me in my dad’s image. Sadly, he was wrong…
My Dad screamed as she died in-front of him, the feeling of helplessness destroyed him. He tried to kill me right there, lashing out, trying to stab me with a nearby knife. Garrus was able to place him in Stasis, holding him in place as he was taken down by the guards. I cried for the rest of the day, knowing that I had lost my parents in the span of a second.
Years passed as I grew older, learning more and more about my Uncle’s ways. He taught me how to do almost everything I know to this day. He wasn’t only just a father figure, but he was also my best friend. We moved out of the small town to one of the newer ones, Located in the center of Ohio.
It was 10 years ago when I got into my first fight. This encounter would change my path from the medical field to becoming a Marine…
I remember as I walked into that smelly old building. The ceiling had holes every five inches and the floor creaked with every step. The sun poured into the room as I stood there punching the ever loving hell out of that sandbag. I still remember the noise of my punches, each one becoming louder then the last. I wanted to become a boxer in my off time, help make some money for my Uncle. After some time, hell the sun was setting when I looked away from that damn bag, it was almost eight. I remember as I ran out of that room, knowing that I would be late home. On my way back I ran into some “Buddies” from school. Now that I think back, I was such an idiot. I ran straight into the first punch, me falling to the floor in pain. Next thing I knew, Garrus was yelling at me to get up, to keep fighting. I tried my best to fight off those asshats, but they just kept coming after each punch. Around Ten, they ran off, leaving me bloody and bruised.
When I got home, Garrus treated me and said, “Don’t feel hate towards them, feel pity. They beat you up because you were weaker...So don’t be weaker!”
Some time passed after that, me enlisting into the military after three more years-
-Hold on, you may be thinking at this point “Why the hell do I care, cut to the good stuff.”-
And with that I will…
Over five years, five long years. I went through so much;I became a N-6, almost an N-7. Well I didn’t become one by just being there for five years. I’ve done more than a normal person would. Like other soldiers I’ve gone on missions, encountered enemies, saved lives… I received training in advanced Medical, enough experience to fly a small ship, and a moderate amount of Hand to Hand Combat...But I was never able to save “His” life. Most of the five years were spent fighting off new enemies, but in the end, the Reapers changed it all. I was on a ship, flying towards earth, before I was jerked to a halt. I remember the sacred voice of the pilot over the intercom, telling us what was happening on earth. Around this time I was on leave, heading home to see my Uncle, I was a N-6 at the time. None of my training prepared me for what I was hearing, that Reapers were on Earth.
I was rushed to the Citadel, the ship changing course. So many thoughts went through my mind. I was broken, knowing that almost no one survived from Earth. The feeling of loss came to me again, I knew that I would never see him again, and that the only family I had left were gone. I remember as my leader broke the news to me, that he was gone...I cried that night.
Because of this though, I was given a unique choice. A Lot of higher ups died on earth when the Reapers attacked. As a result of this, I was told that I could join onto a ship with a N-7, to continue my training or that if this was too much, I could leave. I knew I was on this path, that this promotion would come at one point. I thought that I would break my mid thirties before I even came close to that rank. I knew that if I ran away Garrus would hate me from up there...I remembered his words that he told me. Those Reapers just beat us up because we are weaker than them, so I knew it was time to become stronger...To accept this offer…
Some time passed before I was shipped onto the Prometheus. This would start my new life, and along with that, a new beginning.
What is your characters goal aboard the ship? Why were they hired by New Eden? : To advance my training and become a N-7 in the Alliance.
How long have you played on the server?: For almost a week now
Characters name/nicknames: Garrus
Characters Race((Be aware Quarian, and Turian are application only, and must have a detailed backstory in order for the character to be accepted.)) : Human
Requested position aboard the ship((http://revivalservers.com/index.php?threads/available-positions-aboard-the-ship.2905/)) : Pilot
Specific Gear, and/or abilities((Biotic abilities, Implants, and biotic abilities are application ONLY)) :
Level 3 CQC, Level 3 Tech, Avenger, Mattock, Advanced Medical Training
Characters alignment, IE Paragon, Renegade, Neutral: Paragon
Characters Backstory((The longer, and more detailed the backstory, the most likely you will be accepted.)) :
I’m gonna be straight with you. My life has fucking sucked since the day I was born. I was born on Earth, like most humans- Oh I should tell you about myself before I bore you with my life story so far. I am a male with, blue eyes, brown hair, 12 inches to my name, and a heart of gold. The moment I came out of that womb, my life hit the shit though.
It was around 26 years ago, in the small town of Centerville where I lost a piece of me for the first time…
“Ok miss, one more push and you’ll be a mother,” the nurse said as she watched the pulse on the monitor religiously, waiting for it to slow back down.
“AHHHHGGGGG,” screeched my mother as she pushed me into the light, the sound of me crying filled the room...along with the yelling of my father…
In the weeks leading up to my birth, my mother became very ill. My father took her to many doctors, hoping to find what was causing this. He learned that I was putting too much stress on her, and that if I was to be born, she would die. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Garrus. Garrus was dad’s best friend throughout College, he helped him meet my mom and get our home.
He met with my father around two weeks before my birth, he told him that my mother would make it, that she would go on and raise me in my dad’s image. Sadly, he was wrong…
My Dad screamed as she died in-front of him, the feeling of helplessness destroyed him. He tried to kill me right there, lashing out, trying to stab me with a nearby knife. Garrus was able to place him in Stasis, holding him in place as he was taken down by the guards. I cried for the rest of the day, knowing that I had lost my parents in the span of a second.
Years passed as I grew older, learning more and more about my Uncle’s ways. He taught me how to do almost everything I know to this day. He wasn’t only just a father figure, but he was also my best friend. We moved out of the small town to one of the newer ones, Located in the center of Ohio.
It was 10 years ago when I got into my first fight. This encounter would change my path from the medical field to becoming a Marine…
I remember as I walked into that smelly old building. The ceiling had holes every five inches and the floor creaked with every step. The sun poured into the room as I stood there punching the ever loving hell out of that sandbag. I still remember the noise of my punches, each one becoming louder then the last. I wanted to become a boxer in my off time, help make some money for my Uncle. After some time, hell the sun was setting when I looked away from that damn bag, it was almost eight. I remember as I ran out of that room, knowing that I would be late home. On my way back I ran into some “Buddies” from school. Now that I think back, I was such an idiot. I ran straight into the first punch, me falling to the floor in pain. Next thing I knew, Garrus was yelling at me to get up, to keep fighting. I tried my best to fight off those asshats, but they just kept coming after each punch. Around Ten, they ran off, leaving me bloody and bruised.
When I got home, Garrus treated me and said, “Don’t feel hate towards them, feel pity. They beat you up because you were weaker...So don’t be weaker!”
Some time passed after that, me enlisting into the military after three more years-
-Hold on, you may be thinking at this point “Why the hell do I care, cut to the good stuff.”-
And with that I will…
Over five years, five long years. I went through so much;I became a N-6, almost an N-7. Well I didn’t become one by just being there for five years. I’ve done more than a normal person would. Like other soldiers I’ve gone on missions, encountered enemies, saved lives… I received training in advanced Medical, enough experience to fly a small ship, and a moderate amount of Hand to Hand Combat...But I was never able to save “His” life. Most of the five years were spent fighting off new enemies, but in the end, the Reapers changed it all. I was on a ship, flying towards earth, before I was jerked to a halt. I remember the sacred voice of the pilot over the intercom, telling us what was happening on earth. Around this time I was on leave, heading home to see my Uncle, I was a N-6 at the time. None of my training prepared me for what I was hearing, that Reapers were on Earth.
I was rushed to the Citadel, the ship changing course. So many thoughts went through my mind. I was broken, knowing that almost no one survived from Earth. The feeling of loss came to me again, I knew that I would never see him again, and that the only family I had left were gone. I remember as my leader broke the news to me, that he was gone...I cried that night.
Because of this though, I was given a unique choice. A Lot of higher ups died on earth when the Reapers attacked. As a result of this, I was told that I could join onto a ship with a N-7, to continue my training or that if this was too much, I could leave. I knew I was on this path, that this promotion would come at one point. I thought that I would break my mid thirties before I even came close to that rank. I knew that if I ran away Garrus would hate me from up there...I remembered his words that he told me. Those Reapers just beat us up because we are weaker than them, so I knew it was time to become stronger...To accept this offer…
Some time passed before I was shipped onto the Prometheus. This would start my new life, and along with that, a new beginning.
What is your characters goal aboard the ship? Why were they hired by New Eden? : To advance my training and become a N-7 in the Alliance.
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