Synthetic Application - VonSartre
What is your BYOND key?
VonSartre
What is your Discord ID?
shibe8966
Do you usually play a specific character? If so, who?
Maddy Brooke, Caroline Soto, Marwynn ‘Mom’ Mayhall
What whitelist applications have you previously completed?
None!
Synthetic Info:
Name of the Synth Character you wish to play:
Myrrah
What is your Synthetic’s Personality?
A helpful, compassion-minded Synthetic happy to jabber on about medicine, the implications of it’s advancement upon man, and possibly even posture questions of ‘Where do you think humanity begins?’ in a sort of ‘Am I a real girl?’ way.
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?
Myrrah is the newest innovation in emergency medical extraction technology! Whether you’re a private Captain hauling asteroid metalloids, or a Colonial Marine division unwilling to settle for their favorite shade of birds getting anything less than the best, Myrrah is made for you! Capable of making snap-decisions in approximately 12 picoseconds, independent studies, and private interests alike are enjoying a 72% reduction in casualties ranging from workplace accidents, to horrifying, eldritch encounters at the edge of the universe.
Why do you want to be a synthetic/why should we whitelist you?
I really, really enjoy the medical roles in this game, and am wanting to broaden my roleplay horizons from Nurse/Doc/Corpsman/DCC
What is your most memorable interaction with a synthetic?
So, we retreat on the Alamo, with Willard onboard. We’d been tag-teaming injuries all shift, until we get boarded, and hold out in the briefing hall for 20 or so minutes before we’re overwhelmed – We fight the doglizards, the Marines die, I die, we do not laugh. I guess in this, Willard had escaped? So I ghost and watch, figuring the end of round will come soon – UNTIL I’M NOTIFIED SOMEONE IS REVIVING ME. IT’S FUCKING WILLARD. WILLARD RETURNS, REVIVES ME, AND FIREMAN CARRIES ME TO CIC FOR SAFETY, WHILE URGING ME TO BE QUIET. It was a really memorable, and sort of heroic experience.
Synthetic Character Story:
The sun hung low above the firebase, it’s rays dizzyingly reflected off of the fractured pieces of what remained of the barriers; Reality was setting in, and the bodies were piling up. Realistically, they only had a few minutes, paced by the chittering, creaking, and otherworldly hissing of their foes. Held to schedule by such horrible timekeepers, only kept at bay by brave (or perhaps outright stupidly foolish) sons and daughters drafted up from backworlds and back alleys alike, just to squeeze triggers and pray.
“Neurogenic shock.” Myrrah chimes, her hands working in a pale blur. “Soto. Please put onboard: 30mg MiraBica, 30mg Dylovene, 30mg Inaprovaline,30mg Dee-Plus.” Lifting her eyes from her work but for a second, half of which was spent observing her companion for the hour, whom had been of quantifiable assistance – Specifically speeding Myrrah’s work by sixty-eight percent with her efficiency. She could not help but feel…responsible? Not indebted, and not exactly
feel’, but…Myrrah could not dwell on this. With a slice, spread of her hand, and application of a patch, it was time to cauterize and move on to the next flatlined human, devoid of pulse.
“I am unsure we will be able to operate quickly enough to keep up with this rate of casualties.” Myrrah sighs, readying her tools. “Soto. Please give 15mg Tramadol, 15mg Bicaridine, 15mg Keloderm.” Another. “Soto. Please push 15mg Oxycodone, prepare to MedEvac.” Soto. Soto. Soto. It felt routine, even to a synthetic – A self-aware creature, one supposedly too logical to be ‘caught in the moment’. Yet, here she was…
Strapped in to the Alamo, operating. “Soto. Please push --” Her hands fall still. Eyes narrow downward, away from the split thoracic cavity. Away from everything that looked the same inside each human – Every pulsing sac, and liver full of bile. Every stirring intestine, and every lung with a pin-needle hole from a rib fracture. Eyes set upon the face, Myrrah recalls. The gunshot. The screaming, unknown creature, and its desperate flail which painted the Alamo’s cabin red.
“Soto. I will push 30mg Bicaridine. 30mg Tramadol. 30mg…”
Skills:
Engineering:
Fairly. I’ve been a MT, OT, and CT.
Command:
Somewhat? It’s hard to get into with experienced XOs and POs.
Medical:
EXTREMELY.
Requisitions:
Somewhat. I haven’t really been taught.
What are some scenarios that you can perform combat in? Give us a brief example.
I believe it’s only if my life, and whoever I’m caring for, is in irrevocable, unavoidable danger? Synths aren’t supposed to fire weapons, but the rules later state they may defend themselves, or brandish a weapon?
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.
Too funny, too valuable, never banned.
Do you have anything else you would like to include about your application?
I tried very hard, please appreciate my art project