Steam ID:
- STEAM_0:0:82228477
Discord name:
- almightyshadowe
For how long have you played on CG SCP:
- 19 Days
Age:
- 27
In what country are you located?:
- USA
Time zone:
- EST
Character name(s):
- Adrian 'V' Belmont
Civilian name:
- Adrian 'V' Belmontt
What server are you applying for? (SCP-RP UK or SCP-RP USA):
- SCP-RP USA
Do you have a mic?:
- Yes
List all whitelisted, MTF, or CI roles that you hold or have held:
- Medical Consultant, ISD Investigator
Have you received any kicks/bans/warning? and why?:
- Yes, however, it was in 2025 for inappropriate conduct involving a clipboard.
What makes you the best candidate for Overseer Assistant?:
- I am capable of producing valuable results while maintaining secrecy, independence, autonomy, and appearance. I have worked hand in hand with assistants on 2 separate projects (Project dopamine and The Trolly Dilemma) during my time as a medical consultant, as well as provided information about POIs and occurrences witnessed or gathered by myself throughout the site. I have been awarded the foundation star as well as the foundation cross, all while upholding my responsibilities within the medical department. I am knowledgeable of CoC, CoE, and FLC as well as possessing familiarity regarding departmental leadership throughout Site-65. I am comfortable with a junior CL4 position and understand the responsibilities and expectations of someone given the role of being so, as well as adhering to my senior leadership and their commands. I aspire for greater heights and perfection in all things that I do. I wish to not only meet expectations of the roles given to me but become a paradigm for others after me to follow. I am also active on site commonly (if not daily) and frequently participate in activities involving my department or others, internally and externally.
What are the responsibilities of Overseer Assistants in RP?:
- As the name suggests, they assist in site oversight. When O5 are present, they adhere to the command of their respective inspector. They are the instruments of foundation command while also being their eyes and ears. When 05 are not present, these responsibilities do not change. However, they themselves then become the personas of the overseers, acting as command for Alpha-1 as well as maintaining order amongst the departments throughout the foundation.
Why do you wish to become an Overseer Assistant?:
- Ever since I became a CL4 I've aspired for more responsibilities within my field. This extended onto working under site inspectorate during my career as a medical professional. After getting comfortable with my role, I sought to set my prospects on becoming a member of site command, specifically, an assistant. I wish to become officially the eyes and ears of the O5. I wish to be efficient. I wish to be useful. To be an instrument for oversight and the foundation as a whole. If given this new role, these aspirations of mine can become manifest.
Please give some lore about your Overseer Assistant character and what storylines they would be involved in:
Pre-foundation background:
My name is Dr. Adrian 'V' Belmont (V was the designation given to me by command), senior trauma-neurological specialist. I was the lead surgeon employed by the ███████ ████████████ Agency to provide surgical care for "high value" patients. Foreign diplomats, high ranking intelligence assets, captured extremists... or otherwise people who were "not allowed to die yet"... were all sent to me.
October ██ ████
2259
Kabul, Afghanistan
Voice log:
"You couldn't have at least cleaned him off before throwing him on my table?" - V
*The operative is silent*
"Alright. Fill me in." - V
"███████ was airlifted here from Mazar-e Sharif. Interrogations were... inefficacious...." - O
"What did you all do this time?" - V
*The surgeon begins the insertion of a vital signs monitor into the patient's arm*
"The usual. Waterboarding. Sleep deprivation. Nothing out of the ordinary." - O
"So, tell me why he looks like he was thrown into a blender...?" - V
"The ███ must have known our location. 47 minutes into today's interrogation, a frag grenade falls through the air ducts of the warehouse, falling near his chair" - O
*The operative wipes blood off his sleeves*
"We were able to pull him out of the way enough to keep him alive, but not conscious. He's clearly not attempting to hold onto life." - O
"Suspected injuries...?" - V
*The surgeon begins inspecting the patient's head and torso*
"Shrapnel. Lots of it. Likely imbedded into his gord. He wouldn't stop bleeding." - O
"Medications given..?" - V
"You know the one. ███-████." - O
"That explains the almost nonexistent pulse. But... it stopped the bleeding...so thank you. Makes this easier." - V
*The surgeon begins surgery on the patient*
*An hour passed. The patient's skull is open while the surgeon takes pieces out steel out of the brain. *
"Hey doc..?" - O
"Yes? What is it? I told you the John is out back." - V
"No no, not what I'm going to ask." - O
*The operative pulls out a piece of tech. A chip of sorts*
"Think you can put this inside his noggin...?" - O
*The surgeon takes the chip inspecting it. A strange symbol, almost like a vault door with three arrows pointing inward*
"What the hell is this..?" - V
"You've been in this long enough to know not to ask things like that doc..." - O
*The surgeon sighs*
"He'll need immuno-suppressants. The body will try to kill itself. But fine." - V
*The operative smiles. He sits down and more time passes*
*The surgeon finishes up the final parts of the surgery*
"There. Who knows when he'll be awake..." - V
"You do good work doc..." - O
*The operative places something on the med table next to the patient*
"Let me know when he's up." - O
*The surgeon watches the operative leave. His footsteps echo through the building*
*The surgeon moves towards the med table. A card. Black and white in color, also possessing the same symbol as the chip implanted in the patient's head*
*On the card is 2 phone numbers and 2 names. One being the operative's name, the other, an individual named ████. *
END LOG
Recovered Excerpts from Private Documents Belonging to Consultant Adrian 'V' Belmont:
Diary Log 04:
"I don't know who's worse, the agency, or the foundation. Either way, the pay's good. I never ended up seeing that operative again since that day in Kabul. In fact, I hardly even remember anything after, let alone how the hell I got here. (weird). I digress. Ended up with a surgery today (finally). It was a nice change of pace when comparing it to treating the common cold or the goofball D-Class who thought 'one more couldn't hurt' when testing on that damn candy bowl. Complete success, well, sort of. Patient suffered some permanent brain trauma but at least they lived. Funny how nobody told me it was my boss who I cut open on the table..."
Diary Log 15:
"Got a promotion. 'Medical Consultant' they call me. I still don't fully understand what the hell that means in a place like this. Got my own office, crew, fridge, desk, you name it. It seems like it's a pretty sweet gig, asides from those suits coming in and staring at me. It seems like everyone's faces go pale when they walk in. As long as they don't bother me, I don't care what the hell they do. In fact, I treated one of them today with amnestics. I might have pissed off the soldier dude that was acting as her bodyguard. I guess maybe that wasn't the move. I mean what else am I supposed to use all the chems on...? Whoops..."
Diary Log 20:
"Woke up with amnesia, pissed off, and missing fingernails. *blood stains the page a little from this point on* Don't know what happened last night. All I do know is those suits, the 'Site inspectors' have been watching me like a hawk all day. Especially 'those' two...."
Diary Log 35:
"If I get kidnapped again, I'm going to end up being on the site-65 newspaper. BREAKING NEWS: Medical Consultant Goes Postal"
Diary Log 43:
"The suits came to me today. Pulled me into my own office, sat at my own desk, and had armed guards with rifles pointed at my head. Wasn't the first time in my life, but I thought I got away from all that after the agency. I know the drill: big wigs show up, they slide you a dossier and tell you, 'Get it done', no question asked. (I learned that the hard way) "Be creative" they said... so I did. I know what information they're looking for. Don't worry suits... I'll play my part. I've got a week..."
Diary Log 51:
"Project completed. Got lots of people's names written on these documents... Some I know personally. 'Ethics or Site Inspection'... those that chose the latter I saw the next day. However, the few who chose the former...? I noticed some of them suddenly 'resigned' from their duties or 'transferred sites' shortly after document submission. I was pulled into their offices. (a change of pace from them taking my own). A man dressed in a suit blacker than all the rest sat in front of me. He said 'what's your reward...?'. I could have asked for anything that day...so I asked for the one thing that would get me noticed, work. Theres blood in the water... and I think I'm liking the taste. Quite. A. Business.
Diary Log 60:
"They took my request to heart. 'More work huh...?' they likely said. Didn't expect them to pull me into the SCP-500 room and throw a dossier containing orders from their boss. 'Create a ""therapeutic"" virus' they said. I can't lie; the project interested me. Sure, I can edit genes to make someone's boo boos feel better, but why stop there? Once again, they said, 'Be creative...'. I'll show them how creative a doctor can be when given billions of dollars' worth of resources at his disposal..."
Diary Log 65:
*The log consists of a list of various pathogens and SCPs, some known only to the highest command in the foundation. The log then explains in great detail, plans of visiting the sister site to 'procure' materials as well as detailed plans to kidnap D-class personnel without the knowledge of site authorities. This is followed by a list of names, accomplices and POIs.*
Diary Log 80:
"It's done. I turned in the project to the suits today. Good thing SCP-457 is so willing to 'consume' things, or I'd have a lot more troubles ridding myself of the evidence. Better yet, my one contact within the RSD 'disappeared', making this almost the perfect 'crime' if you will. They took me to their offices again. This time...? I wasn't afraid, wasn't nervous. Two projects down...They wanted a survey of foundation personnel? I gave them a list of traitors. They wanted a therapeutic virus? I gave them a bioweapon. I still remember their faces when they were reading my experiment logs...an odd, morbid curiosity. Had to redact a bunch the of stuff after though. 'Too high of a liability' they said. Despite my...less than ethical methods with that D-class, they seemed pleased.
Diary Log 85:
"I've caught myself in the mirror a couple times now imagining how I'd look in black. I should talk to ████ on where he gets his suits..."
Diary Log 88:
*The log consists of various tailoring measurements as well as a business phone number. Underneath, what appears to be two memos were made regarding scheduled appointments. One appointment was that of a suit shop. The other appointment was a scheduled meeting with ████████.*
END BACKGROUND REPORT
- STEAM_0:0:82228477
Discord name:
- almightyshadowe
For how long have you played on CG SCP:
- 19 Days
Age:
- 27
In what country are you located?:
- USA
Time zone:
- EST
Character name(s):
- Adrian 'V' Belmont
Civilian name:
- Adrian 'V' Belmontt
What server are you applying for? (SCP-RP UK or SCP-RP USA):
- SCP-RP USA
Do you have a mic?:
- Yes
List all whitelisted, MTF, or CI roles that you hold or have held:
- Medical Consultant, ISD Investigator
Have you received any kicks/bans/warning? and why?:
- Yes, however, it was in 2025 for inappropriate conduct involving a clipboard.
What makes you the best candidate for Overseer Assistant?:
- I am capable of producing valuable results while maintaining secrecy, independence, autonomy, and appearance. I have worked hand in hand with assistants on 2 separate projects (Project dopamine and The Trolly Dilemma) during my time as a medical consultant, as well as provided information about POIs and occurrences witnessed or gathered by myself throughout the site. I have been awarded the foundation star as well as the foundation cross, all while upholding my responsibilities within the medical department. I am knowledgeable of CoC, CoE, and FLC as well as possessing familiarity regarding departmental leadership throughout Site-65. I am comfortable with a junior CL4 position and understand the responsibilities and expectations of someone given the role of being so, as well as adhering to my senior leadership and their commands. I aspire for greater heights and perfection in all things that I do. I wish to not only meet expectations of the roles given to me but become a paradigm for others after me to follow. I am also active on site commonly (if not daily) and frequently participate in activities involving my department or others, internally and externally.
What are the responsibilities of Overseer Assistants in RP?:
- As the name suggests, they assist in site oversight. When O5 are present, they adhere to the command of their respective inspector. They are the instruments of foundation command while also being their eyes and ears. When 05 are not present, these responsibilities do not change. However, they themselves then become the personas of the overseers, acting as command for Alpha-1 as well as maintaining order amongst the departments throughout the foundation.
Why do you wish to become an Overseer Assistant?:
- Ever since I became a CL4 I've aspired for more responsibilities within my field. This extended onto working under site inspectorate during my career as a medical professional. After getting comfortable with my role, I sought to set my prospects on becoming a member of site command, specifically, an assistant. I wish to become officially the eyes and ears of the O5. I wish to be efficient. I wish to be useful. To be an instrument for oversight and the foundation as a whole. If given this new role, these aspirations of mine can become manifest.
Please give some lore about your Overseer Assistant character and what storylines they would be involved in:
Warning: This document is classified by the order of Site-65 Command. Any unauthorized reading or possession of this document will result in severe disciplinary action
Pre-foundation background:
My name is Dr. Adrian 'V' Belmont (V was the designation given to me by command), senior trauma-neurological specialist. I was the lead surgeon employed by the ███████ ████████████ Agency to provide surgical care for "high value" patients. Foreign diplomats, high ranking intelligence assets, captured extremists... or otherwise people who were "not allowed to die yet"... were all sent to me.
October ██ ████
2259
Kabul, Afghanistan
Voice log:
"You couldn't have at least cleaned him off before throwing him on my table?" - V
*The operative is silent*
"Alright. Fill me in." - V
"███████ was airlifted here from Mazar-e Sharif. Interrogations were... inefficacious...." - O
"What did you all do this time?" - V
*The surgeon begins the insertion of a vital signs monitor into the patient's arm*
"The usual. Waterboarding. Sleep deprivation. Nothing out of the ordinary." - O
"So, tell me why he looks like he was thrown into a blender...?" - V
"The ███ must have known our location. 47 minutes into today's interrogation, a frag grenade falls through the air ducts of the warehouse, falling near his chair" - O
*The operative wipes blood off his sleeves*
"We were able to pull him out of the way enough to keep him alive, but not conscious. He's clearly not attempting to hold onto life." - O
"Suspected injuries...?" - V
*The surgeon begins inspecting the patient's head and torso*
"Shrapnel. Lots of it. Likely imbedded into his gord. He wouldn't stop bleeding." - O
"Medications given..?" - V
"You know the one. ███-████." - O
"That explains the almost nonexistent pulse. But... it stopped the bleeding...so thank you. Makes this easier." - V
*The surgeon begins surgery on the patient*
*An hour passed. The patient's skull is open while the surgeon takes pieces out steel out of the brain. *
"Hey doc..?" - O
"Yes? What is it? I told you the John is out back." - V
"No no, not what I'm going to ask." - O
*The operative pulls out a piece of tech. A chip of sorts*
"Think you can put this inside his noggin...?" - O
*The surgeon takes the chip inspecting it. A strange symbol, almost like a vault door with three arrows pointing inward*
"What the hell is this..?" - V
"You've been in this long enough to know not to ask things like that doc..." - O
*The surgeon sighs*
"He'll need immuno-suppressants. The body will try to kill itself. But fine." - V
*The operative smiles. He sits down and more time passes*
*The surgeon finishes up the final parts of the surgery*
"There. Who knows when he'll be awake..." - V
"You do good work doc..." - O
*The operative places something on the med table next to the patient*
"Let me know when he's up." - O
*The surgeon watches the operative leave. His footsteps echo through the building*
*The surgeon moves towards the med table. A card. Black and white in color, also possessing the same symbol as the chip implanted in the patient's head*
*On the card is 2 phone numbers and 2 names. One being the operative's name, the other, an individual named ████. *
END LOG
Recovered Excerpts from Private Documents Belonging to Consultant Adrian 'V' Belmont:
Diary Log 04:
"I don't know who's worse, the agency, or the foundation. Either way, the pay's good. I never ended up seeing that operative again since that day in Kabul. In fact, I hardly even remember anything after, let alone how the hell I got here. (weird). I digress. Ended up with a surgery today (finally). It was a nice change of pace when comparing it to treating the common cold or the goofball D-Class who thought 'one more couldn't hurt' when testing on that damn candy bowl. Complete success, well, sort of. Patient suffered some permanent brain trauma but at least they lived. Funny how nobody told me it was my boss who I cut open on the table..."
Diary Log 15:
"Got a promotion. 'Medical Consultant' they call me. I still don't fully understand what the hell that means in a place like this. Got my own office, crew, fridge, desk, you name it. It seems like it's a pretty sweet gig, asides from those suits coming in and staring at me. It seems like everyone's faces go pale when they walk in. As long as they don't bother me, I don't care what the hell they do. In fact, I treated one of them today with amnestics. I might have pissed off the soldier dude that was acting as her bodyguard. I guess maybe that wasn't the move. I mean what else am I supposed to use all the chems on...? Whoops..."
Diary Log 20:
"Woke up with amnesia, pissed off, and missing fingernails. *blood stains the page a little from this point on* Don't know what happened last night. All I do know is those suits, the 'Site inspectors' have been watching me like a hawk all day. Especially 'those' two...."
Diary Log 35:
"If I get kidnapped again, I'm going to end up being on the site-65 newspaper. BREAKING NEWS: Medical Consultant Goes Postal"
Diary Log 43:
"The suits came to me today. Pulled me into my own office, sat at my own desk, and had armed guards with rifles pointed at my head. Wasn't the first time in my life, but I thought I got away from all that after the agency. I know the drill: big wigs show up, they slide you a dossier and tell you, 'Get it done', no question asked. (I learned that the hard way) "Be creative" they said... so I did. I know what information they're looking for. Don't worry suits... I'll play my part. I've got a week..."
Diary Log 51:
"Project completed. Got lots of people's names written on these documents... Some I know personally. 'Ethics or Site Inspection'... those that chose the latter I saw the next day. However, the few who chose the former...? I noticed some of them suddenly 'resigned' from their duties or 'transferred sites' shortly after document submission. I was pulled into their offices. (a change of pace from them taking my own). A man dressed in a suit blacker than all the rest sat in front of me. He said 'what's your reward...?'. I could have asked for anything that day...so I asked for the one thing that would get me noticed, work. Theres blood in the water... and I think I'm liking the taste. Quite. A. Business.
Diary Log 60:
"They took my request to heart. 'More work huh...?' they likely said. Didn't expect them to pull me into the SCP-500 room and throw a dossier containing orders from their boss. 'Create a ""therapeutic"" virus' they said. I can't lie; the project interested me. Sure, I can edit genes to make someone's boo boos feel better, but why stop there? Once again, they said, 'Be creative...'. I'll show them how creative a doctor can be when given billions of dollars' worth of resources at his disposal..."
Diary Log 65:
*The log consists of a list of various pathogens and SCPs, some known only to the highest command in the foundation. The log then explains in great detail, plans of visiting the sister site to 'procure' materials as well as detailed plans to kidnap D-class personnel without the knowledge of site authorities. This is followed by a list of names, accomplices and POIs.*
Diary Log 80:
"It's done. I turned in the project to the suits today. Good thing SCP-457 is so willing to 'consume' things, or I'd have a lot more troubles ridding myself of the evidence. Better yet, my one contact within the RSD 'disappeared', making this almost the perfect 'crime' if you will. They took me to their offices again. This time...? I wasn't afraid, wasn't nervous. Two projects down...They wanted a survey of foundation personnel? I gave them a list of traitors. They wanted a therapeutic virus? I gave them a bioweapon. I still remember their faces when they were reading my experiment logs...an odd, morbid curiosity. Had to redact a bunch the of stuff after though. 'Too high of a liability' they said. Despite my...less than ethical methods with that D-class, they seemed pleased.
Diary Log 85:
"I've caught myself in the mirror a couple times now imagining how I'd look in black. I should talk to ████ on where he gets his suits..."
Diary Log 88:
*The log consists of various tailoring measurements as well as a business phone number. Underneath, what appears to be two memos were made regarding scheduled appointments. One appointment was that of a suit shop. The other appointment was a scheduled meeting with ████████.*
END BACKGROUND REPORT
