Steam ID:
ID:STEAM_0:1:169983106
Discord name:
D A V E Y#9563
For how long have you played on CG SCP:
4-6 Months
Age:
16 (turning 17)
In what country are you located?:
In general an Eastern European country
Time zone:
EEST
Character name(s):
-Sophie Wattson
-Bailey Powers
-Robert Wheeler / Houston Armstrong
-Andrew Thompson ("The Guardian")
-Boris Oleski
-Jinkins Jr
-Henry Baker
-William "Jesus" Kolenski
Civilian name:
-David "Thatcher" Rodgers
-Sean Mctavish
-Felix Boonshire
What server are you applying for? (SCP-RP UK or SCP-RP USA):
UK
Do you have a mic?:
-Yes, although I'm known for cutting out
List all whitelisted, MTF, or CI roles that you hold or have held:
-Gensec Captain (have)
-NU-7 PVT (had)
-GOC SGT (have)
-096 (have)
Have you received any kicks/bans/warnings? and why?:
-1 Fail RP (entering the facility as a civi)
Why are you applying for Intelligence Ambassador?
-I've started enjoying playing on this dept, and honestly, it's kind of dead most of the time when I'm on, so I've thought I could assist it.
What makes you suitable for Intelligence Ambassador?:
-In general experience with guiding surface missions, experience as an Intelligence Agent / Operative. view myself as capable of hosting surface operations for intel members.
(although keep in mind, some would have GM-ish themes.)
Operation Paper Trail:
With the assistance of B-1 / Intel, they would be required to capture a CI member (alive) and return them back to the facility.
if possible they are to be brainwashed, and a cover-up story about the CI should be fed to them, and if possible equip them with a head cam and make a safe radio connection between them and foundation members.
the BW CI member would be returned to their base, and be observed.
Operation Songbird
intel would try to make a meeting with the United Nations Global Occults Coalition transport line sharing their resources with the Foundation and so versa, the reasoning could be known due to shortages.
Operation False Gate
A miss-information campaign about what "S.C.P" Stands for, this could be down from word of mouth to flyers, etc, etc
How many documents have you written? What makes a document good?:
-I've written one excellent doc, a good document consists of a clear subject, and somewhat correct grammar. (being digestible)
(This being the GOI Manual)
also having 2 excellent docs as Res,
What are the responsibilities of the Intelligence Ambassador in RP?:
Intelligence Ambassadors supervise Surface Operations and deal with the relations between the Foundation and any Groups of Interest, they train new Intelligence Agents.
Alongside relations, they cover up info leaks of the foundation's true nature, they also could assist in interrogations, make sure that they go smoothly.
They're required to work alongside MTF-B-1 /NU-7 and assign intel agents as the eyes/ears of the Foundation in SOPs (surface Operations)
Please give some lore about your Intelligence Ambassador character and what storylines they would be involved in:
(little OOC note, CBAT stands for Canadian Bureau of Anomalous Threats, something similar to the UIU, being between the 1885-1930's)
His hands were shaking, they never sent him on missions like this before, they'd told him one simple thing, get in, destroy the Paranormal threat, and get out, he looked around, seeing men equipped with rifles, guns, looked like they were fighting for war.
As he arrived there, the CBAT Units began to disperse to the scene, the woods seemed still, not even a bird chirping, it felt, oddly, surreal, as if they were being watched by something, sweat rolled down his hot temples, waiting for something, anything, really, a que? a sound perhaps?.
He didn't know really, he was just there to log the information, take photographs as proof, and get out of there as fast as he possibly could, the old town gave him shivers down his spine, too many missing persons reports, in so little time, something was wrong, so, so wrong.
And then they heard it, a snap of a twig, behind them, the Armed men pointed their guns at what seemed to be a deer, but it looked wrong, it didn't look right, it looked like it was pretending to be a deer, like it took a skull of the animal and stitched over a paper-thin layer of skin from a different being.
The men were yelling something at each other, it sounded so unclear, he could only hear the pounding of his heart, as he slowly reached for the gun around his waist, and then it took a crooked step, forward and another.
Revealing not to be a deer, but a human, or what seemed to be a combination of both.
Before they knew it, they began hearing whispers, screaming pleads, coming from the thing itself, as it got closer, the Units began to open fire on the monstrosity, it felt hard to move, as if time was slowing down, like they're bodies where made of concrete it felt like those dreams where you are being chased by something, and you try to run as hard as you can, but it feels like you're running trough water.
Somehow, it came close to an Operative, and he dropped like a fly, not even touching him, and he fell over, its cloudy dead eyes, not even looking at his body before it began to feed on the poor mans corpse, taking hand fulls after hand fulls.
If he didn't think fast, he would be the next Person happened to, they began running their own separate ways, after that it all felt like it was a blur, he remember running trough the woods, seing some other military men wearing black armor then-
"Mr Armstrong, would you like to explain what would happen again?" he was brought of his thoughts, his hands still shacking.
"Ah-, right, the incident with what you call..?"
"I can saddly not share classified information, Mr Armstrong"
The individual that sat before him, it felt like they where in that quiet, little room for oh, so long.
"Look, buddy, we both deal with these type of things, ive done this before, i know who sits behind the mirrored window."
"Right."
"Well, it says here youve been working with these types of things, We've learned that youve sent messages with the Canadian Goverment"
"M-mhm."
His palms felt sweaty.
"Yknow, weve recently started a facility near hear, and weve thought that you would be capable of working here, youve seem kind of "Over Qualified" for your current job."
He would slip a file towards him, before sititng up and preparing to leave the room.
"Of course, if you dont want to work with us, we'd let you back working with your current Organization, so there wouldnt be a big deal, its up to you, ill give you some time to think."
The individual, woulld leave him in his cell, the room felt silent, not even a fly.
After a few seconds he would grab the slip, and open it.
"Foundation Employment Agreement".
After that he was left working with his current organization, not knowing if he got denied or approved, life felt normal for a while, he was required to the small town for intel gathering information, the higher ups said it was due to a small malitia forming near Pinewood. some fellas naming themselves the "Chaos Insurgency". Corny.
As time went along, he began resenting the group, seing their treatment of other individuals,saying that they where doing the "Right thing". causing massive riots, Taking over the town, stringing up people.
He felt some sort of, disgust towards them, seing how long a person could become, for what, really?, their entertainment?.
Although life went on, dealing with the same old, in , and same old out, anomalous skeletons appearing, deformed raindeer attacking, having to cover them up to the news organizations.
Although something changed one night when he checked his mail, covered by the same old bland news papers, and, a unmarked letter. odd, but not uncommon.
As he began to rummege trough them, taking his sweet time, lastly, opening the unmarked letter.
ID:STEAM_0:1:169983106
Discord name:
D A V E Y#9563
For how long have you played on CG SCP:
4-6 Months
Age:
16 (turning 17)
In what country are you located?:
In general an Eastern European country
Time zone:
EEST
Character name(s):
-Sophie Wattson
-Bailey Powers
-Robert Wheeler / Houston Armstrong
-Andrew Thompson ("The Guardian")
-Boris Oleski
-Jinkins Jr
-Henry Baker
-William "Jesus" Kolenski
Civilian name:
-David "Thatcher" Rodgers
-Sean Mctavish
-Felix Boonshire
What server are you applying for? (SCP-RP UK or SCP-RP USA):
UK
Do you have a mic?:
-Yes, although I'm known for cutting out
List all whitelisted, MTF, or CI roles that you hold or have held:
-Gensec Captain (have)
-NU-7 PVT (had)
-GOC SGT (have)
-096 (have)
Have you received any kicks/bans/warnings? and why?:
-1 Fail RP (entering the facility as a civi)
Why are you applying for Intelligence Ambassador?
-I've started enjoying playing on this dept, and honestly, it's kind of dead most of the time when I'm on, so I've thought I could assist it.
What makes you suitable for Intelligence Ambassador?:
-In general experience with guiding surface missions, experience as an Intelligence Agent / Operative. view myself as capable of hosting surface operations for intel members.
(although keep in mind, some would have GM-ish themes.)
Operation Paper Trail:
With the assistance of B-1 / Intel, they would be required to capture a CI member (alive) and return them back to the facility.
if possible they are to be brainwashed, and a cover-up story about the CI should be fed to them, and if possible equip them with a head cam and make a safe radio connection between them and foundation members.
the BW CI member would be returned to their base, and be observed.
Operation Songbird
intel would try to make a meeting with the United Nations Global Occults Coalition transport line sharing their resources with the Foundation and so versa, the reasoning could be known due to shortages.
Operation False Gate
A miss-information campaign about what "S.C.P" Stands for, this could be down from word of mouth to flyers, etc, etc
How many documents have you written? What makes a document good?:
-I've written one excellent doc, a good document consists of a clear subject, and somewhat correct grammar. (being digestible)
(This being the GOI Manual)
also having 2 excellent docs as Res,
What are the responsibilities of the Intelligence Ambassador in RP?:
Intelligence Ambassadors supervise Surface Operations and deal with the relations between the Foundation and any Groups of Interest, they train new Intelligence Agents.
Alongside relations, they cover up info leaks of the foundation's true nature, they also could assist in interrogations, make sure that they go smoothly.
They're required to work alongside MTF-B-1 /NU-7 and assign intel agents as the eyes/ears of the Foundation in SOPs (surface Operations)
Please give some lore about your Intelligence Ambassador character and what storylines they would be involved in:
(little OOC note, CBAT stands for Canadian Bureau of Anomalous Threats, something similar to the UIU, being between the 1885-1930's)
His hands were shaking, they never sent him on missions like this before, they'd told him one simple thing, get in, destroy the Paranormal threat, and get out, he looked around, seeing men equipped with rifles, guns, looked like they were fighting for war.
As he arrived there, the CBAT Units began to disperse to the scene, the woods seemed still, not even a bird chirping, it felt, oddly, surreal, as if they were being watched by something, sweat rolled down his hot temples, waiting for something, anything, really, a que? a sound perhaps?.
He didn't know really, he was just there to log the information, take photographs as proof, and get out of there as fast as he possibly could, the old town gave him shivers down his spine, too many missing persons reports, in so little time, something was wrong, so, so wrong.
And then they heard it, a snap of a twig, behind them, the Armed men pointed their guns at what seemed to be a deer, but it looked wrong, it didn't look right, it looked like it was pretending to be a deer, like it took a skull of the animal and stitched over a paper-thin layer of skin from a different being.
The men were yelling something at each other, it sounded so unclear, he could only hear the pounding of his heart, as he slowly reached for the gun around his waist, and then it took a crooked step, forward and another.
Revealing not to be a deer, but a human, or what seemed to be a combination of both.
Before they knew it, they began hearing whispers, screaming pleads, coming from the thing itself, as it got closer, the Units began to open fire on the monstrosity, it felt hard to move, as if time was slowing down, like they're bodies where made of concrete it felt like those dreams where you are being chased by something, and you try to run as hard as you can, but it feels like you're running trough water.
Somehow, it came close to an Operative, and he dropped like a fly, not even touching him, and he fell over, its cloudy dead eyes, not even looking at his body before it began to feed on the poor mans corpse, taking hand fulls after hand fulls.
If he didn't think fast, he would be the next Person happened to, they began running their own separate ways, after that it all felt like it was a blur, he remember running trough the woods, seing some other military men wearing black armor then-
"Mr Armstrong, would you like to explain what would happen again?" he was brought of his thoughts, his hands still shacking.
"Ah-, right, the incident with what you call..?"
"I can saddly not share classified information, Mr Armstrong"
The individual that sat before him, it felt like they where in that quiet, little room for oh, so long.
"Look, buddy, we both deal with these type of things, ive done this before, i know who sits behind the mirrored window."
"Right."
"Well, it says here youve been working with these types of things, We've learned that youve sent messages with the Canadian Goverment"
"M-mhm."
His palms felt sweaty.
"Yknow, weve recently started a facility near hear, and weve thought that you would be capable of working here, youve seem kind of "Over Qualified" for your current job."
He would slip a file towards him, before sititng up and preparing to leave the room.
"Of course, if you dont want to work with us, we'd let you back working with your current Organization, so there wouldnt be a big deal, its up to you, ill give you some time to think."
The individual, woulld leave him in his cell, the room felt silent, not even a fly.
After a few seconds he would grab the slip, and open it.
"Foundation Employment Agreement".
After that he was left working with his current organization, not knowing if he got denied or approved, life felt normal for a while, he was required to the small town for intel gathering information, the higher ups said it was due to a small malitia forming near Pinewood. some fellas naming themselves the "Chaos Insurgency". Corny.
As time went along, he began resenting the group, seing their treatment of other individuals,saying that they where doing the "Right thing". causing massive riots, Taking over the town, stringing up people.
He felt some sort of, disgust towards them, seing how long a person could become, for what, really?, their entertainment?.
Although life went on, dealing with the same old, in , and same old out, anomalous skeletons appearing, deformed raindeer attacking, having to cover them up to the news organizations.
Although something changed one night when he checked his mail, covered by the same old bland news papers, and, a unmarked letter. odd, but not uncommon.
As he began to rummege trough them, taking his sweet time, lastly, opening the unmarked letter.
"Congradulations, your contract with the Foundation has been approved by the Department of External Affairs due to your spot within the anomalous community,
we cannot wait to work with you in your journey into greatness, as this can be viewed as a step forward into your career path, your higher ups have been notified about this sudden change of
jobs, and a proper cover-up for your dissapearance has been sent to your family / relatives.
the team in the dept of Intelligence cannot wait to meet you.
You may die in the dark, so other may live in the light.
Secure, Contain, Protect.
-DOEA Arthur Hammington"
we cannot wait to work with you in your journey into greatness, as this can be viewed as a step forward into your career path, your higher ups have been notified about this sudden change of
jobs, and a proper cover-up for your dissapearance has been sent to your family / relatives.
the team in the dept of Intelligence cannot wait to meet you.
You may die in the dark, so other may live in the light.
Secure, Contain, Protect.
-DOEA Arthur Hammington"
