Byond ID: Caryl
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Caryl 'Hail' Bernhaben
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use (Follows common naming rules, and requires a first name with no last name): Caryl
Examples of acceptable names: James, Mason, Xavier, Felix, Otto, Allan, Jessica
Examples of unacceptable names: Obama, Jesus, King, Dragon, Godly, Snyper, Circuits
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (
viewtopic.php?f=57&t=14417)? Yes, I am. I've read the entire page and familiarized myself with the ways of how a Synth is supposed to act, work, and talk.
Synthetic Character Story (An ADEQUATE description and story of your Synthetics actions and involvement in a previous mission onboard the Almayer):
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A muffled voice, a silent and eerie noise. It was all what greeted Caryl when it woke up. Circuits were starting up, the synthetic would twitch and successive zapping and clicking noises could be heard from its mechanical structure; if one was nearby.
Inside Caryl's systems, it was self-diagnosing as it booted up. Its mouth was hung open, jaw dropped, as if it was lifeless. But its eyes were slowly regaining their glimmer, from gray to black, its retinal nerves pumped color into its bland eyes.
"System Check . . . Optical Sensors active . . ." Was what went through his diagnostic screen as it flashed in its interface. Caryl's gaze would find Medical Researcher Sam 'Green' Greene, staring at it, speaking inaudibly. Caryl could see Doctor Greene's mouth move, but it could not perceive.
Caryl tilted its head and queried, "Doctor Greene. Good Day! How may I be of service? My auditory sensors have yet to be rebooted ever since the DE-activation sequence. Please stand-by."
For a few moments, Caryl froze, a few seconds after it suddenly moved it could perceive again.
"Auditory Sensors active . . ." Its internal interface would flash once more.
Caryl turned to face Doctor Greene, again querying: "Doctor Greene, my Auditory sensors are working again. How may I be of service?".
Greene spoke softly, but steadily: "Glad to have you back with us again, Caryl. I've been asking if you can hear me non-stop. I apologize for re-starting you before the mission, as you know, we are headed to a Colony that has sent out a distress signal, but we are lacking in Medical Stocks. Could you perhaps head to the Storage Area in the belly of the Almayer to grab us some Supply Crates? Possibly pick out the ones with the Med-Kits in them and then lay them out in the Medical Storage room tables. Can you do that for me?"
"Certainly, Doctor Greene!" Responded Caryl. Its body began twitching as internal circuitry across its arms and legs flick back to life.
"Motor joints active . . ." showed the interface. Caryl moved and pulled its weight up from its Synthetic Chamber. Simply nodding at Doctor Greene as it scurries off to the Storage Room.
On the Cargo Elevator, Caryl pulled the lever, as the platform slowly neared its destination, Ritona 'Misfit' Sterling came into Caryl's optical view.
"Ensign Sterling, How may I help? I am currently tasked with finding the Supply Crates containing Medical Kits to stock the Medical Storage Room with. Do you happen to know where it is located?"
Ritona grumbled: "Damn Robot. Can't your damn android brain locate it? Find it yourself!"
"Very well, as you wish, Ensign Sterling". Replied Caryl as it turned away and proceeded to locate the Crates.
"Wait!" Shouted Ritona, as she hurried up to Caryl's location "I may be grumpy, but I'm not THAT grumpy. Don't put this in your record. I'll help you, but just this once! You better not taddle on anyone. Being a misfit brings me peace, since no one would want to bother me."
"Yes, of course! This will be off my record, Ensign Sterling. Anything to proceed my mission would be beneficial. Thank you." said Caryl, as it and Ritona walk through long rows of cold and rough looking crates all bundled together with nets and straps.
"Ah. Section C-13, Cluster 5. We're here. It's these crates. Want me to operate the Caterpillar for you?" said Ritona, offering unexpected help despite her rough attitude as she pointed to a lone Mech just around the corner of the huge stacks of crates.
"No, I can operate the Caterpillar fine. I would not want to trouble you or delay your work any further. I apologize for taking much of your time just by leading me to the location of the supply crates." said Caryl as it walked towards the Caterpillar Power-Loader Mech.
"Ah, suit yourself, I'm already stocking the Marine Prep Room vendors anyway, and I've got my Cargo Technicians restocking the food vendors. These marines eat like pigs, we haven't even entered Cryo-sleep after we took off from the Dock and most of the dispensers are already low on food stocks. I swear, they're doing it to irritate me. I can feel it in my gut!" Exclaimed Ritona as she walks off in the distance, dissappearing in the mass of crates, slowly engulfed by the fog produced from the cold air of the huge room.
Moments later, Caryl made its way up outside Medical Bay's Emergency Airlocks and unloaded the crates. It would later return the Power-Loader back to where it was located so any Cargo Technician or the Requisitions Officer would not be inconvenienced when they search for it.
As Caryl was prying the crates open with a crowbar, a sudden siren could be heard and the entire interior of the Almayer grew a sharp red, Commander Balto "Crunk" Dreg's voice could be heard over comms: "All hands, I repeat, All hands. Prepare for Hyperspace jump! Support Crews, finish resupplying the entire ship's dispensers and machinery. Marines currently on stand-by, proceed to your Cryo-pods. Same goes with all personnel, proceed to the Cryo-sleep chambers!".
"E.T.A. to Jump, Five Minutes" ARES' voice said, as it echoed through the entire ship's intercoms systems.
Marines and Support Personnel would flood the Almayer's large hallways, all pacing towards the Cryo-sleep chamber, some even pushing and shoving each other. Caryl watched and listened as its hands and body would continue its work, people were cussing and swearing. Name-calling was rampant, Caryl could see with its optical sensors the names of every personnel that passed through its view via database comparison and facial recognition features.
John 'Spartan' Murry, a complex marine; body built like a tank. He was shoving marines with ease. "How brute-ish!" Caryl uttered.
Mark "Echo" Kesserline, a slick man. His hands would find their way to the face of any person that was on either of his sides, grasping them and then shoving them away in quick succession. "Mhm, a fine marine. My analytical programming would most likely comment that this man will find Friendly Fire to be his forte." Exclaimed Caryl as it shook its head.
Many other faces came into view, but Caryl would just smile and proceed with its task.
Caryl hurriedly carried the medical kits to the Medical Storage room, back and forth as he would grab several kits after the other.
"This should be optimal, three of each kit should do it!" proclaimed Caryl as it made its way back to the Medical Researcher's Quarters.
There stood Greene, holding a penlight, scribbling through his notepad in a panicked manner. "Oh, Caryl! Can you write down these notes for me? I have to get to a Cryo-pod bef-" "E.T.A. to Jump, One Minute!" said ARES as its voice cuts off Doctor Greene's sentence. "OH DARN IT! You're a god-damn good detective, Caryl. Now write it for me!" Doctor Greene spoke as fast as he could, with Caryl recording his words in the process while writing them down with quick coordination and skill, thanks to its robotic arm, it could write as fast as the Doctor's words could come out.
"And we're done! Hurry, Caryl. You should jump in your Storage-Pod too!" said Doctor Greene.
Caryl whisked away into the pod, with Greene visibly closing its glass casing via terminal, waving, and then leaving the room.
"De-activation sequence initiated . . ." flashed Caryl's interface.
"E.T.A. to JUMP, Twenty Seconds." ARES' voice echoed through Caryl's auditory sensors. Its view pitch black, its optical sensors were the first to be shutdown.
"Nineteen."
"Eighteen."
"Seven-" A sudden cut, its auditor sensors had deactivated.
After moments, it could notice the wobbling and shaking of the ship, as well as the vibrations of the engines initiating the Jump.
Then stillness occurs. Its motor sensors had been deactivated. Caryl was completely shut-down for the Jump, ready to be re-activated when the Almayer arrives at its designation; a Colony in distress.
How do you intend to play your Synth (as in, describe HOW you will act/play your Synth and what support roles you’ll mainly focus on, what is your synthetics quirk)?
I would play it in a manner where everyone could feel assured that their backs are covered. An Engineer needing a marine to fill their sandbags for them? Done. Engineering not maintaining the reactors? Caryl's there! Medical in need of a few extra hands? Let's get bloodied! My synth's quirk is that it is a reliable source of help. One that people can actually depend and count on.
How familiar are you with support roles? (ie; Medical, MT, Science, SO):
Medical : I played Doctor a few times, I am fully aware of the processes for surgeries and limb/organ detach/attachment, Drug Mixing, and resuscitation. I am also a proficient Squad Medic.
MT : Engineering is no stranger to me. I can build, repair, and maintain things whether be it the Ship's Engines, Damage to the Dropships (Airlocks), Atmos Breaches, I still have yet to work on the tank, haven't gotten to experience repairing one yet.
Science : I've played as a Medical Researcher, not much to this class but to RP and RP. You take an egg or a host (monkey-class, Human hosts detained could cause trouble), then you wait for it to grow. Examine what makes up the biological structure of the Xenomorphs that you encounter. Research on ways to defeat them, or use them to your advantage. Or, you could go Mad Scientist and talk crazy about Scientifical stuff that most marines would grunt and grumble hearing about.
SO : I am familiar with the Overwatch function and the responsibilities of a Staff Officer. I've played rounds as a Staff Officer, I've had a few bad OBs that I'm not proud of, but each mistake is a lesson to be learned. Talk to a squad, see if their needs are met, if the RO is lacking staff or generally non-existent, take over and supply the squad(s) with their requested suppl(y)/(ies).
Why should we whitelist you? Support roles have been... lacking, so to speak, I've played as a Squad Leader, a Staff Officer, a Rank-and-File soldier, a Requisitions Officer, a Medical Doctor, and a Medical Researcher. Each of them are inhibited to their own department and specific skillset. Watching a Synthetic play made me realize that being a synthetic means helping these supporting roles make the best out of it. If I am allowed to be a synthetic, I believe that I can cut down on the pressure exerted on these supporting roles. Specially when one of these players is new to the game and require guidance, as a Synthetic, I can teach them the ropes without the need to be restricted on Role-Based knowledge.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)? No, not that I know of or remember.
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? No, I am not.
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or the Synthetic Programming Guideline? Yes, I understand.
