Filthyfrankster

I myself had a few good times witnessing both in and out of character capabilities for Sszk. Coming from a situation similar as him, I don't see any severe problems that could be impactful towards the round if he was granted command whitelist to take over as head of security. Everyone in this community makes mistakes and I'm quite understanding and willing to vouch on giving him a shot at command whitelisting again. Overall. Everyone makes mistakes and if the man is down to give this another run through again. I'm more than happy to see him try. +1

1) During his time under ALA captivity, he constantly muttered under his breath at the rather foul display and honor that the rival military forces had. With ALA soldiers often getting their supplies through force and forcefully recruiting underaged soldiers into their ranks assured him that these rebels were nothing but dirty dirty politically brain washed savages. Reassuring him to hold onto his hope pray for his eventual freedom or the right time to score payback. His political beliefs to this day are still strong. With a majority of his kind in district six supporting the PRA he has some motivation to keep going strong. 2) As for a majority of tajara that live under the PRA way of life (Even if it is a free religious constitution). He follows the path of S'rand'marr worship during his youth and still does even today. While within his younger years of life, prepping up for his military service time during conflicts. He often praised S'rendarr to for blessing him with his boastful attributes and his stable mind while held captive. Most of this was due to his father being a by the book religious man and with that ensuring his kids were brought up in the same method of religious views. 3) Nothing special as of yet, I'll likely be spicing it up as I go. But I am more than happy to talk about it over DM's!

BYOND Key: Filthyfrankster Character Names: Raks Apperatu Species you are applying to play: Tajara What color do you plan on making your first alien character: M'sai, Wheat colored fur Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: Yis Why do you wish to play this specific race: Much as I used to diss on tajara and their cultures in the past, I believe a change of character pacing and viewing other alien species for their well written backgrounds and history that went in their system is required. Thus after indulging myself on the the basics of the tajara people and the three-different party system that held power in the land. I decided to indulge myself with one of the basic groups and start off with making my first tajara. Memeish as the application may seem from the start, I tend to take a serious approach to races that I play. Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: Adhomai is the land of revolutions, which is quite literal in terms with the two separate revolutions that went on in the planet. Originally being considered to be rather primitive in terms of their technological advances before being discovered and immediately exploited by the corporate executives that seek to get an easy profit from manipulating the people for cheap labor and obtaining their share of the natural resources that remained untapped by the native people. With the two previous revolutions and the official armistice being declared. Modern day Adhomai was left with three different powerhouse nations that grasp certain sections of territory. Leaving it in a rather odd cold 'war' waiting for someone to pull the trigger of resuming the three-way war. Tajara also have a wide vareity of religions at hand. Some of the three-factions either allowing a free religious system or select allowed few. Some of the common ones being S'rendarr, Messa and Ma'ta'ke gods, Character Name: Dimit Mstirrrslav Please provide a short backstory for this character: Coming from a long line of prideful M'sai who even to this day still remains a prosperous supporter of the Hadiist cause. Generations before him serving during the first revolutionary war and proudly giving their lives for the cause. Dimit was one of those prideful supports of the PRA during his youth, growing up in Al'mari with the rest of his family. He was surrounded by PRA propaganda and constant praise for the cause, which was backed by his father's previous military history during the first revolutionary war of the land. Dimit had always the highest of respect and admiration for his father who clawed and dug his way up the military ranking to an officer of a decently high position during the first conflict. Following M'sai tradition of playing their roles as the backbone of the military due to their physical attributes, propaganda filled his mind which practically drove him to sign up for the service under the republican army and wishing to fulfill his dreams of living up to the generation of soldiers before him. Most importantly attempting to become just like his father, even dying honorably in the heat of battle would sate his wanderlust to serve the cause. Death wasn't a concern, instead, it was merely dying for what he believed his right and pleasing those of his family who died serving PRA in the past before him. None of that happened. Being brought for his basic military training, Dimit found himself handy with the weaponry and employed tactics that were taught by his superiors. Only a few weeks in and some unknowing events were shifted between the shadows of the military. Reassignments of soldiers and their roles had to be made. One of them is a need for more ways to boost morale amongst the fields and please the snobby officers who held points in the warzone. That job being a petty cook, thus Dimit was one of the poor souls to be reassigned to 'kitchen duty'. Initial attempts of arguing his ways out of this change of service were met with threats of being sent to the brig for disobedience or straight up being shot for failing to support Adhomi and her true people. The young prospect wished to die an honorable death out in the field, not clean pots and pans for snobby officers and high-ranking military officials. This new fate was half-heartedly accepted and he traded in his rifle for kitchen utensils and a new area of training. Due to the corporation supplied rations from Nanotrasen and other influence third-parties that allied with the PRA and their cause. There wasn't quite a large amount of raw cooking materials out on the field at his disposal. Merely small petty ways to improve the bland and over-processed supplies handed to them by the corporate sponsors. Sometimes getting a few 'fresh' supplies when it came to special occasions such as certain authority figures in the military making a presence or celebrating a birthday. Dimit had to make do with the supplies at hand, entertaining both the officers and the grunts who were lucky enough to have his cooking skills at hand. He grew a rather promising skillset in the mastery of cooking. Pleasing for the officers but not so great for his motivation. False self-promises of supporting the PRA through well-fed bellies kept him going from the start and eventually dwindled. A call for soldiers in southern Ras'nrr was made. Dimit was one of the lucky few to be assigned to a unit as their field cook. A firearm in hand and a prospecting chance to fulfill his honorable wish of dying for guts and glory. To the men he served with in unit, he was seen as a morale booster due to his skillset on scavenging what surrounding goods could be edible and mixed up with the rations when the time was given to set up camp to cook and rest. A small twinkle of pride filled his aching heart and kept his spirits high enough to keep ongoing. Taking in fact the risk of being paired with an incompetent officer was painfully missed. The soldiers he marched obviously had a distrust for their field commander but followed his orders to a T. Which eventually led the unit and including Dimit himself to be caught in the middle of an ALA ambush. Observing his own people getting shot down around him as they attempted to defend themselves from the overpowering ambush at hand. Seeking this as a chance to finally fill his self-righteous cause and attempting to return fire with the hopes of being struck down with the rest of his unit to be given the blood-earned warrior death that he craved. Dimit was instead knocked unconscious by a nearby explosive device deployed by the ALA forces which only caused him to suffer a few good shrapnel wounds and getting knocked out. Not being the death willing wish that he hoped for yet again. Everything fell silent briefly as he was slowly roused from his unconsciousness. The exchange of weaponry had settled and all that remained was the muttering sound of the liberation army troops scavenging along his deceased comrades. Attempting to reach for a nearby firearm from one of his deceased, the still alive Dimit was finally spotted and promptly detained despite his light injuries which posed no fatal risk to his health. He wasn't sure on the ALA prisoner policy and merely being executed out in the field such as this wasn't going to cut it. Despite the apparent hearing loss from the previous explosions and gunfire, he was able to make out some of the muffled talks around him. Discussions of executing him on the spot or taking him back to camp for a proper interrogation were debated until the assigned ALA officer had decided to see what information could be beaten out from the captured soldier. Injuries were tended to and being brought back to the enemy camp for his interrogation arrangements completed, The exhausted chef was held in makeshift captivity by the bragging ALA soldiers and their commanding officer. Interviews on the reason for his unit being at the ambush location and his purpose within the PRA conducted. Dimit wasn't fond of being bluntly executed, so he gave whatever information the officer wished to hear for the future possibility of PERHAPS getting some sort of revenge or break-out attempt. The topic of the captured PRA soldier and his cooking capabilities were humored, thus an idea was hatched by the ALA soldiers to keep the man around as a prisoner. Such a rare commodity in the field such as a decently skilled cook was something no army should waste. Feuding with the idea at first as he did in the past, Dimit accepted the cruel cards of fate and went along with it. Serving as a tradable prisoner amongst different ALA units for a good year. The supplies that the ALA obtained were mostly 'requisitioned' or forcefully donated by the locals in surrounding areas. Sometimes having to make due with hardly any goods or enough supplies to host a feast if the proper commander was out in the field. Swallowing back down his pride and continuing his forced captivity at the mere hopes of getting back at the enemy soldiers. An opportunity finally came as one of the units stationed at the frontline he was assigned with as their POW cook had came across a rather karma-induced retribution ambush by the corporation-backed PRA soldiers. Leading to his freedom as the ALA troopers were cut down and Dimit was discovered. Initially being considered to be a spy or a traitor to the PRA. He was brought back to headquarters and interrogated once more by his fellow PRA commanders to ensure his loyalty still remained with the republic and to note down all the information that he gathered through his year in wandering captivity. Following the decisions by his commanding officers who at last finally declared him to be a proper PRA loyalist despite all the previous events. Instead of being deployed back to the frontlines, Dimit was instead placed far away from the conflict in a kitchen. Feeding those rather pompous generals and only disheartening the wanting soldier. His time as a prisoner of war did come with one added benefit of upon his discharge from the republic army. He was to be given a generous amount of funds from the veteran funds. Something to go home with at the end of all the conflict. Armistice day soon did arrive and weapons were dropped. Alas, Adhomi had finally seen peace after such long years of constant bloodshed. Receiving his honorable discharge and his allocated funds from the PRA for his service. The family awaiting back for him in Al'mari did not have much of a welcome home celebration member for the war torn Dimit and only expressed sheer disappointment as they received information of his service and captured the past few years. Practically placing the title of a shamed black sheep amongst his family lineage. It was a shame that no amount of apologies and begging for forgiveness from his family could fix. Driving Dimit out of his house with his belongings and securing a new domain of his home. Whatever family he did have a small form of communication with completely distrusted him, A shame to himself and the rest of his family, he was driven to the bottle and the awaiting comforts of food. Being able to live a decent life with the funding provided by the PRA for his service gave him the excuse to be lazy. Slowly crawling within the deep dark hole of depression as the once prideful m'sai was now nothing more than ashamed member of his family name. Emotional turmoil and spirals of anger and depression led him to self-isolation. Keeping himself away from the rest of the society unless provisions had to fetched at the risk of being openly mocked for the rumored shame that was being carried along his shoulders. Out of shape and no friends or family remaining in his district that would give him more than a mere minute of attention had caused the grizzled m'sai to nearly crack. Nothing in the future awaited him except for attempting to become a useful member of a society that posed a chance of publicly denouncing him or turning to the cowardly act of suicide to end this terrible tale. The only applicable trade that awaited him was tending to the kitchens yet again. Adhomi wasn't the best start of chasing a new dream, Dimit had to start fresh. Somewhere else that wouldn't hold his shame-filled past ahead as some kind of curse. Rumors of the buzzing Tau Ceti and Mendell City reached his ears as communications between the corporations and the PRA continued. A land of opportunity that those with troubled pasts and people with aspiring dreams traveled far and wide to. A decision was made and paperwork had been filed. Packing up the rest of his belongings and joining amongst the immigration waves of students and migrants who sought to retreat from the war-torn nation. Discovering a pleasing enough hobble within district six of Mendell City with the money he had left from his veteran fund. A plot to own a five-star kitchen of his own was hatched and ideas were drawn out. Dimit had to start small, thus seeking employment in smaller establishments or if necessary, one of the major corporations that often picked out tajara for their cheap labor and sometimes useful skills. Leading to the interview process with Nanotrasen and a hope of being placed in a high enough establishment to start collecting his funds for his dream. Yet again, the man was wrong. To this day Dimit still holds high hopes for the PRA and the cause. Considering himself to be one of 'very few' true loyalists within district six. Although much of the time stuck working for the ALA left a small seed of different political opinions buried in his head. He'll still serve whoever appears at his kitchen despite their political loyalty. In general, much of his mixed emotions based on his dishonored title within his family has left him rather nuclear in terms of his personality. Be warned not to insult his cooking or overcook/undercook something in his presence to avoid a proper ear-yelling.

So far, With the 'random warehouse', it has been spawning borderline contraband shit like weapons ranging from stunbatons, swords, multiCLUSTER FLASHBANG GRENADES and other unpleasant things that make security have to worry. What's worse is security can't even bother with it until it's too late or been passed around by the QM's or cargotechs metafriends. That or cargo proceeds to be completely ignorant and deny security the contraband goods.

As a security main, I pondered someone about it and they got real anal about handing it over. clearly

You'd be surprised how many would question IC'ly and ooc'ly why they're getting their edge lord weapon taken away

you see this? This is a bit silly for the custom loadouts (Everything else is harmless and probably won't break the game/cause serious damage) but a steel boot knife tho Perhaps add in some sort of warning that this is probably contraband and you'll probably get arrested for a concealed weapon or remove it from the custom loadouts, pls

This reminds me back when the only way to get rid of cultists forting with an invisible wall meme was to siphon the air or drag a welding fuel tank and breach them all to death no sec officer or scientist or any crew in general is going to want to throw a max cap bomb into a group of players and risk getting banned for causing some serious damage/ruining antag fun by blowing it the fuck up, we've had people banned for bombing antags before literally no one is going to risk it

Cultists have been buffed, madly. and it's frankly a tad overpowered (Even for 'high rp') They have auto aim turrets that shoot every 0.5 seconds at every non-cultist , even off screen. The damage looks to be like 10 burn per hit and will quickly gun down anyone before they can even draw up a shot. also it's been reduced to just a tower defense meme and seems a bit ganky perhaps limit the pylons range? Or limit how many can be on at a time?

Most ERT members don't know that a cultist is packing that kind of shit at first encounter, same with your generic big dong sec officer. All they usually see is some cunt swinging at a sword at them. And non-antags would probably get slammed with bwoinks for trying to meta the killer stun talisman.

Right now, the stun talisman is the strongest weapon a cultist can be armed with. The fact they can be in plain clothes and just run up to a nearest person, page them and kill them during those few seconds. We had ERT's wiped out because a few cultists did nothing but pact stun talismans, run up to an ERT, stun them and execute like the fuhrer wanted. Keep in mind, these ERT members are fully suited, hardsuits and everything. They should have protection from it. Perhaps a good way to counter it would be that facial protections by hardsuits would null the insta stun. It be op, mang

What happens when a unathi rolls inspire aced Trying to get a prescription for anti-depressants

The whole 'Votes for a crew transfer at 2 hours' is a completely dumb matter at most, and has no reason to be used as a negative for an application like this. I hate it when people bring this up as a 'this guy is possibly shit'. If it really was an issue, I would be posting logs of every incident that a head of staff player or even a member of staff (Who I can just claim as being lazy/refuses to keep observing the round) @HunterRS I read logs of the day that lead up to your initial whitelist strip, and let me say. It was a total fucking mess, and from what I've seen and been told after asking about, You completely ignored CC orders of 'the guy is fine let him do his gimmick' Despite the gimmick being very snowflakey, You should of simply pulled up your pants and let them do whatever the hell they want due to them most likely having CCIA permission, that you must follow as head of security due to your loyalty implant. If anything also, you should of ahelped every action you were about to take to try and protect yourself from this kind of stuff happening. As for Dawnguard, most my experiences with him was mainly "SLIMES ESCAPED I'M DYING". I'm gonna remain neutral on this matter for now.

If sec boys continue to loiter around in your department, you have all rights as head of staff to tell them to fuck off, especially if it's yours If they continue to be a pain in the ass, just ahelp it and they'll get jobbanned my dude

Simple enough. You ever ask yourself why the cleaning man has more access than corporate security who's job is to protect assets and crew station wise? Are you tired of medical crying out for help and security officers having to either baton the doors open or scream like a pack of retarded howler monkeys until the AI (Who's probably AFK), head of staff who is probably missing and or the janitor itself? Basic department access would basically be the entrance area of medical, science, engineering and the cargo lobby area with the ordering console. Lets put an end to "H-H-H-HELP S-S-SURGERY!" *Security attempts to do response because someone was patrolling by the door*

Hi, MarsSec has its aurora wiki page up and I'll be talking over what we plan to do with it over the weekend with the lore team. https://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=MarsSec I have been working on a story arc regarding a certain infamous IPC with Loow, As the lore master JB has been informed of our little plans with the collaboration.

Guide to spess and combat posted on wiki, along with a few other things. Will update when home from work

Just bumping this up A few rounds ago we had an RnD worker who did nothing but waste science materials on guns who was carrying around lawgivers on person not gonna name any names but holy shit

Guide to Tcomms been posted on the wiki Will update with more when I get home tonight from work

Hi, not enough time in my life to do a lot of stuff. Guide to forensics and xenoarchaeology posted on the wiki.

I once power punched a man against the wall breaking his ribcage in an attempt to stomp the mice underneath his feet. Not to mention the annoying fucking sound they make now is torture to my ears and it should be removed.

Guide to toxins and the singulo (JuST INCASE) have been posted https://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guide_to_Toxins MarsSec has its own wiki page but is a large WIP, I also bitched about my ideas and progress for it in the lore chat. I'll work on it more when I get home from work, it has been a busy work week with forced overtime every day. So I'm a little worn out. https://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=MarsSec Virology guide has been posted https://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guide_to_Virology ( I need to upload icons when I get home from work)

Name: Zubari Akenzua Gender: Male Image URL: Avatar Colour: Red Character's Catchphrase: "fucking hippiessssss" PLEASE MAKE THE FOLLOWING A REASONABLE REPRESENTATION OF YOUR CHARACTERS SKILLS Strength: 8 Agility:4 Endurance:8 Survivalist Skill: 3 Luck: 2

https://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guide_to_Research_and_Development WIKI PAGE IS ADDED New corp is in the making, I'll post more details of it when depression leaves me alone Sorry on forgetting posting

We have redsec suits all ready to get put in the game from what I hear. Why suddenly 180 fuck everything and go back to lame ass bluesec? We're going to waste spriters/iconers/coders time on having to edit everything to.. Some stupid blue.