Synthetic Application - PiePizzle
What is your BYOND key?
TurnipTurningUp
What is your Discord ID?
f.ruth
Do you usually play a specific character? If so, who?
Sam ‘Donnie’ Till
What whitelist applications have you previously completed?
None known.
Synthetic Info:
Name of the Synth Character you wish to play:
Hyde
What is your Synthetic’s Personality?
Hyde was originally specially built for a powerful man to serve as a companion and personal assistant in his later life. Upon his death Hyde was bought by the UA government and taken into the custody of the USCM.
Hyde appears to be later in life, mid-forties to early sixties.
His face is wise. He is knowledgeable on a range of subjects, and is a jack of all trades. His weakest area is Chemistry, though his knowledge is deep enough to apply when urgently needed. His strongest area is Supply.
He is friendly towards marines and officers alike. His voice is soothing and calm.
How will they react to the different ranks of the USCM, what would they talk about in a one on one conversation? What are their interests? What is an advertisement logline that could be written for them?
Hyde was built to converse with the higher echelons of society, so he is heavily versed in correct etiquette and is respectful and polite to all unless they give him a valid reason not to be. At which point he would disengage as possible.
He would be jovial and make jokes with marines, and would actively help take care of them. He would show due respects to officers, that is too say exactly how he treats everyone else that is not actively unfriendly or aggressive. In general, Hyde is a concise individual. He would be quiet unless the need arose for him to speak, or he is spoken to. In urgent situations, Hyde would be on the ball and relay relevant information. In more relaxed environments Hyde may: make jokes with marines, assist them with tasks, provide wisdom and advice, and is capable of general counselling and psychological assessments.
Why do you want to be a synthetic/why should we whitelist you?
I would like to be a synthetic because I think they are very cool. Ultimately.
I think you should whitelist me because:
I enjoy support gameplay, especially supply and fort building. Though I am do have plenty of knowledge with medical.
I also think I could provide some really unique roleplay for people in this role. I’m especially interested in the roleplay opportunities a surv synth could have. Things like being a hermit, or gifting the marines with beer.
What is your most memorable interaction with a synthetic?
Taking the Normandy with a synth after hijack, many moons ago. Me and another wounded marine trying to fend off forsaken while the synth desperately tried to treat both of our mortal wounds. It was incredibly tense and we had a cool conversation about our plan to survive before the onslaught arrived. Then we got overwhelmed.
Synthetic Character Story:
Hyde glided along the metallic hallways with an unprecedented look of urgency upon his face. The Almayer creaked around him. A siren rang out, “WARNING: Unscheduled dropship departure. Hijack likely.” He glanced behind him, a look of concern on his face. He was dragging a marine in a roller bed, the man was groggy and delirious from drugs and the grasp of death. His body was broken and his organs battered. He knew if this man’s heart gave out now, there was no saving him. The injured man made a strange noise, half gurgle, half groan: “Uueeuggh-” Hyde examined his dog tags, then spoke soothingly “You’ll be alright Harry. I’ve got you.” He smoothly turned a corner, taking care not to jostle the gurney the man was strapped to.
The lifepods were eerily empty. After checking the area was clear, Hyde unfurled a small surgical kit from his bag and began to carefully and diligently open Harry’s legs up. Though it was a shattered mess of shards and meat, Hyde’s skilled eyes unpicked the contents of it and began to reset the tissue, carefully structuring it as necessary. He heard footsteps creaking up the staircase. He glanced around, and saw a heavily armored marine touting a machine gun on his back. Hyde recalled that his name was Luis. He was french, and spoke little. Hyde was unsure if he had time to figure out whether that was because he didn’t speak much at all, or didn’t speak much english. Though the thought of greeting him in his mother tongue crossed the Synthetic’s mind.
He gave the man a curt nod, and returned to his patient. He heard the man behind him begin setting up defenses around the lifepods, and the doctor. The clunks of a machine gun going up and the hollow beeps of a still Motion Detector assuaged Hyde’s worries and he worked even more steadily on his ward. The man was smashed to pieces, but still clinging on. His eyes peered at the ceiling above him, empty and unfeeling. But the unsteady rise and fall of the man’s chest signified there was still hope.
15 minutes had passed. No one else had arrived. A faint ping had been heard once, but it quickly ran away. Harry was largely pieced back together and was now calmly sleeping. He would awake in a short amount of time (mostly) as good as new, if a little more scarred and aching. Hyde turned his attention to their surroundings. He was unsure of why there were so few people at the lifepods, but glad of Luis’ presence to help him secure the injured Harry.
Hyde spoke ‘Luis, où sont les hommes? Où est tout le monde?’ The frenchman looked up, obviously startled to be hearing his mother tongue. He grinned and then responded quietly in English, “Holding the boats, the last I heard. But anything could’ve happened to them… We have had no word from the officers.” Hyde nodded. He glanced to a screen on his left, there was still 5 minutes until the lifepod could safely be launched. Harry began to stir, and just as the man flickered back into life, a faint hissing could be heard. Hyde unbuckled Harry, giving him a smile and a pat on the back, and following it up with a final shot of medicine. “You should be alright now Harry, looks like you got real unlucky. We’re at the pods, and have heard nothing from the rest of the crew, just Luis here.” Harry nodded groggily, he sat up off the bed, peering around uneasily. A ping sounded out from the Motion Detector, Luis looked up.
BANG-BANG-BANG
A quick chain of rifle rounds spat out of the barrel of Harry’s weapon, an inhuman screech sounded out from the darkness as luminscient acid blood chewed into the hull of the ship. The hissing got louder. Hyde frowned. He assembled a folding barricade inside the door of his chosen pod. 3 minutes left…
Harry and Luis stood diligently at the barricade line, the synth standing behind them.
A thud could be heard in the distance. Then another. Giant footsteps. Getting louder. The marine’s trigger fingers danced lightly as they shouldered their weapons. Hyde glanced down into his bag. He whispered to the two marines, the giant footsteps were closer now. They could hear the hoard. “I am going to throw a grenade. We are going to run into the-‘’ He was cut off, the hoard emerged from the darkness, a tide of parasitic flesh tumbling through the bowels of the ship. Their horrific bodies tumbled through like a liquid, they were everywhere, the walls, the ceilings. The sound of gunfire echoed loudly, the two marines knocking what they could to the ground, Hyde held a large metallic orb. He pulled the pin, shouted, and hurled the object in front of them. The hive mother let out a blood curdling screech at the same time, freezing the trio in place.
Green flames filled the hall, the scent napalm mixed with burning keratin and flesh hit them, a flaming mass dropped from the wall onto Luis, the Frenchman let out a cry. Hyde rushed to pull the struggling burning mass off of him. A searing pain passed through the synth’s abdomen. Not an unfamiliar feeling, the pain of a 10x24mm round entering his bicep. He winced, the other three rounds were placed firmly into the xenomorph, so he did not mind. The squirming mass gave out a screech before flailing off of the slightly singed, but now recovering Luis.
Hyde grabbed the dazed Luis by the hand, and waved at Harry to follow, the three packed into the lifeboat and Harry pressed the takeoff button. He muttered a quiet prayer.
Hyde medicated Luis and patched himself up. He spoke to the two marines, “I know these things are prone to crashing. But I think if it were going to, it would’ve by now.” Luis nodded. Harry piped up, “What do you think happened to the rest of them, Hyde?” The synth thought to himself for a moment, a slight frown crossed his face, then it returned to its regular unreadability. “I’m sorry Harry, I have no idea…”
Skills:
Engineering:
Familiar. I can repair an APC, comms array, build a FOB, all the necessities and a little bit extra.
Command:
Familiar. I have hours in SL, SO, XO, and other heads of staff. I can manage a CIC and understand how command in this game works.
Medical:
My weakest area, I am still knowledgeable in triage and surgery. Chemistry isn’t my strong suit, but I am able to do it in a pinch.
Requisitions:
Familiar. I regularly play CT and QM and understand how to supply the marines with equipment effectively.
What are some scenarios that you can perform combat in? Give us a brief example.
As a synthetic I would be allowed to perform combat in a defensive manner in order to preserve myself and the life of humans, especially the marines. For example, if the FOB was breached and a burrower started attacking the marine I was treating, I would hit it a little, it would disengage, and I would inform marines. As a synthetic, my combat playstyle would be deterrent and would involved trying to actively disengage the enemy (usually by running).
Final Info:
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason? Do you have any active jobbans?
Nope.
Are you currently banned from our Discord?
Nope.
Let us know why you were discord banned.
Nope.
Do you have anything else you would like to include about your application?
Nope.