Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:21272825
Steam name: |EUPRP-O| Scout [F.O.G]
Age: 15
Why do you want to be a vortigaunt?: I would like to become a vortigaunt for a new experience in RP
How long have you been with Universalgaming?: About a week's time. I'm also an admin :3
How long have you been playing hl2rp?: 2-3 years.
Have you ever role played as a vortigaunt before?: No, this will be a first time expierence.
Why should we choose you to be whitelisted for vortigaunt?: I would like to be chosen to be whitelisted so that I can not only have a good expierence myself, but give a good RP influence to those around me, providing good roleplay and something new.
Do you want to be a enslaved vortigaunt or a free vortigaunt?: Free
IC
Name: Dro'Tasarr Nakir
Height: 6'8
Age: 115
Weight: 205 pounds
character back story(2-3 paragraphs): It all started the day the Combine forces invaded the Vortigaunt's homeworld. Nakir was lucky enough to be spared from the mass killings of the Combine, but instead, he was enslaved. Nakir is one of the few alien species to see a pure combine. His master, a cruel alien, did not use his slave for serving. He used him for money. Nakir was forced to fight for his life every month, in a vicouis slave fighting game known as "M-di H'chak Dtai'k-de" or in English, "No mercy fight" .
He was forced to kill his brothers, it was kill or be killed. His insticts overpowered him, he was rushed with adrenaline. Wether he used his power beam, or his bare hands, Nakir was unstoppable. His master was pleased, but Nakir was far from it. Nakir had enough, he told himself "No longer will kill my brothers, no longer will I be a slave to the Combine, and no longer will I be shackled by chains". Early, before the second sun rose, Nakir has killed his master in his sleep. Nakir ran off, running for his life. It wasn't long before he was caught. Luckly, the Combine did not know he had killed his master. Instead, he was punished with off-world assignment for being a runaway slave.
On Earth, he was once again in chains and shackles for six long months. Until he saw a chance. He was sweeping the trainstation floors of City 17. A train came in, and the Civil Protection who was watching him stopped to look at a man with a beard and glasses. Nakir put his hand on the back of the Officer's head, and sent a small, quiet shock, enough to knock him out. He ran, past the trains and out of the station, he ran for hours, until he came across a group of Lamba. There, he is free, there, he is home.