WaeWulf_Splash - Synthetic Whitelist Application - Getzendaner

[WaeWulf_Splash]

Byond ID:

WaeWulf_Splash.

Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here):

Ash 'Thundercat' Parker.

Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use (Follows common naming rules, and requires a first name with no last name):
Examples of acceptable names: James, Mason, Xavier, Felix, Otto, Allan, Jessica
Examples of unacceptable names: Obama, Jesus, King, Dragon, Godly, Snyper, Circuits


Getzendaner.

Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (viewtopic.php?f=57&t=14417)?

I am, I have read them and understand their meaning.

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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// > USCM transcripts_Synthetics.
// > Unit model "Getzendaner".
// > Receiving Unit data.
// > Data received.

In the middle of an all white room, there was a table with two chairs seated on opposite directions. One was empty, and the other had what appeared to be a man sitting in it, dressed in all white clothes. The man was currently looking down, eyes closed with his hands in his lap, until his eyes slowly flickered open, revealing black eyes. The man looked up, clenching and unclenching his hands, looking up to see items placed on the table in front of him. He noticed that there was a mirror placed on the table, reaching over to grab that, picking it up to examine his face. What lay in the mirror was what looked to be a middle-aged man, a thick black mustache resting on his upper lip with black stubble prickling his chin and cheeks like freshly cut grass. He tilted the mirror up a bit to look a at his hair, seeing smooth black hair that was a little bit slicked back, some black tufts resting behind his ears. "Lookin' mighty fine Tex. If I do say so myself." He said to the mirror, talking to himself. This man had a distinct accent, being very southern. He then placed the mirror down, almost in the exact same spot where it was last, looking over to see a cowboy hat resting where the mirror was. It was almost like his eyes lit up, reaching over to grab the hat, placing it on his head, adjusting it slightly to make sure it was perfect.

While the southern man was fiddling with his newfound possession, a door had opened in the far side of the white room, a male dressed in a white lab coat, carrying papers, pens, folders, and a clipboard. The scientist walked towards the table, sitting down in the chair that was opposite of the southern man. The scientist wore a sort of smile on his face. "Good evening. Please state your unit name." The scientist said. "Getzendaner, bossman." He said, revealing that he was no man at all. But a synthetic one. Getzendaner adjusted his hat once more, staring at the scientist. "And you are Dr. Cordell Hall." He said. Dr. Cordell Hall simply smiled and wrote a couple things down on his papers. "And you would be correct, Getzendaner. I am Dr. Cordell Hall, the man who created and programmed you." Dr. Hall said, looking up from his work as he adjusted his glasses. Getzendaner looked down, staring at his hands, blinking a couple times before looking back up at Dr. Hall. "So, you're my pa?" He said, tilting his head. Dr. Hall simply chuckled, setting his pen down. "Yes, Getzendaner. I am your 'Pa'." Dr. Hall replied. Getzendaner then smiled, staring at his father.

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// > USCM transcripts_Synthetics.
// > Unit model "Getzendaner".
// > Receiving latest mission data.
// > Data received.

Getzendaner was currently seated in the Alamo, the metal bars going down across his chest to ensure that he wouldn't fly out of his seat when they flew to the planet where UPP was rumored to be setting up an outpost. In between his fingers, he stared at a picture of him and an elderly Dr. Cordell Hall, his thumb gently grazing over the imagine of Dr. Hall, a single artificial tear dripping out of his optics, despite having a blank face with no sign of sadness. He was steered out of his artificial thoughts when a marine slapped him on his shoulder. "Well howdy there Tex! Coming along with us for the mission?" He said in a loud voice. Getzendaner quickly wiping away the artificial tear that was dripping down his cheek, folding the picture of his father and putting it into the breast pocket of his white jacket, a red cross emblazoned on both arms and on the back. Getzendaner smiled up at the marine, showing off a full row of white shiny teeth. "You know it, private. Wouldn't want to miss a chance to come with you fellers." Getzendaner laughed, and a couple of marines soon followed suit, laughing with big smiles on their faces. Even though most of them won't survive what would come tonight.

// > Forwarding 5 hours later.

Getzendaner was taking cover behind sandbags, a full fledged war happening not to far off. His hands were painted red with the blood of marines. Right now, he was currently pumping the chest of a marine who had stopped breathing, being heavily injuried. Getzendaner frowned when the wounded marine wouldn't start breathing again. He eventually stopped pumping his chest, standing up and circling around to grab his arms, grabbing him to a folding bed, instructing a field medic to get the marine to the Almayer ASAP!

A loud blast then rang out, apparently due to a grenade thrown behind friendly lines. Getzendaner covered his head, looking up as dirt fell from the sky onto his hat. The grenade had taken out a sandbag barricade, killing all the marines that surrounded it. He watched as UPP rushed through where the barricade used to be, clenching his fists. The marines had started to retreat, their morale wavering... and then... Getzendaner saw it. A lone marine crawling away from a UPP solider, his leg missing as the UPP soldier walked towards him, aiming his rifle at him. Getzendaner flashed a sign of anger, standing up and sprinting past the UPP soldiers, causing them confusion, even when they shot the man as he ran past. He then raised his fist up and sunk it into the cheek of the UPP soldier about to kill the marine, a loud crack sounding from the UPP, due to Getzendaner have punched him so hard it broke his jaw. The UPP yelped in pain and fell to the ground, giving Getzendaner the chance to pick up the fallen marine in his arms and run back to LZ1, pushing UPP out of the way so he could run back, leading him to get shot in the back multiple times by the UPP forces, milky white blood painting the ground as he ran. This gave the marines the advantage, using the synthetic as a distraction as they let loose all they had in their rifles, blasting the UPP soldiers into the dirt with AP rounds. This didn't stop Getzendaner from running, not until he was aboard the Alamo, where he would tie the leg of the marine in a tourniquet, using his Peri, Tricord, and Quick Clot on the marine, trying desperately to keep him alive. The marine then opened his eyes, staring at his savior, giving off a faint smile. "H-Heya Tex..." He stated, coughing but smiling slightly. "Howdy soldier. Don't you worry about that commie. I made him real ugly." Getzendaner stated. The marine simply chuckled. "Is that right?" He asked. "He fell out of the ugly tree and hit every damn tree branch on the way down." Getzendaner said, making comedy with the marine.

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// > USCM transcripts_Synthetics.
// > Unit model "Getzendaner".
// > Receiving new mission data.
// > Data received.

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 like to play Getzendaner as a empathetic and caring synthetic, going out of his way to save marines that he would find in trouble or in serious danger. His personality would be comedic, cracking jokes with people while he continued to maintain his current job.

How familiar are you with support roles? (ie; Medical, MT, Science, SO)

I am very familiar with all of them.

Why should we whitelist you?

I have pretty much played ever role on Colonial Marines and have a general understanding of how the game works. I am also an expert on roleplaying with my fellow Colonial Marine players.

Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)?

I do not think so. But I was banned for 24 hours for disrespect to an admin a while back. I do not know the exact time, correct me if you will.

Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why?

No.

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 that no one gets special treatment.

[Roland410]

Short story, and the name is really bad in my opinion.

[WaeWulf_Splash]

Short story, and the name is really bad in my opinion.

This story is longer than most of the other approved stories. And the name Getzendaner comes from a park in my city. A city in the south.

[Roland410]

That's all fine, but people will probably crack down on the name, just thought I'd let you know.

[WaeWulf_Splash]

That's all fine, but people will probably crack down on the name, just thought I'd let you know.

Thank you for your feedback.

[Feweh]

Unnacceptable name

[WaeWulf_Splash]

Unnacceptable name

Do you want me to change it? Or am I done for?

[WaeWulf_Splash]

Unnacceptable name

If you are willing to change his name. I would like his name to be Houston instead of Getzendaner. Thank you.

[Feweh]

Denied.

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