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"If i die, leave me at home."

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  1. Orbit

    The Brokerage

    Thanks so much! Im glad you like it!
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    Campfire Collection Version 1.

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    Sample Broker Report: The Grey Fangs

    Only if you dont mind. Thanks so much!
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    Sample Broker Report: The Grey Fangs

    Ya... i kind of just pumped it out as a test. Probably should have done a proof read.... Thats an F on my part
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    Sample Broker Report: The Grey Fangs

    Wanted to give you a folks a taste of what kind of things you can be expecting from The Brokerage, so here is a ruff draft of a document that we might pout out after the information is no longer useful to us (Lore Wipe/ group disbanded). I want to include more then this in files about newer group, such as maps of camp, lists of members and such, but i thought i would start out simple.
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    Infamous Groups/Characters

    One letter, Two numbers. Unlimited fear. B-17.
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    The Brokerage

    Thanks for the feedback! Im glad you like it! To comment on your point with us gathering pens & paper. We are absolutely going to be keeping information in google docs rather then in game only. the gathering of these supply's is mostly just Rp for us :). Ill do a few more proof reads as well. Thanks again!
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    Strange Brodcast

    *A strange message repeats over the radio for an hour before suddenly cutting off*
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    The Brokerage

    Dear god... i cant stop looking at it now. Rip me dude It'll be fixed soon
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    The Brokerage

    Ya, lol. Second times the charm!
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    The Brokerage

    T Thanks so much!
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    The Brokerage

    Song For the best experience with this group, Do not open the spoiler below. It Contains a list of all members and there characters. Short term goals (Within the next 10-20 days) Find a temporary base of operations -someplace out of the way that we can work out of and store our gear and files for the time being ^Complete^ Find and repair long range radio equipment to Re-establish contact with brokerage 06 -Send operatives out to military bases and radio towers to assess damage and potential repair of transmitters/receivers and antennas -If repair is needed, find the materials needed (Scrap metal, wiring, fuses, etc) -form a perimeter around the chosen equipment and beguin repairs Long term goals (Within the next 40-60 days) Find and fortify a permanent base of operations - send out scouts to list off potential locations -must be easily defendable (High Walls, possibly offshore, good sight-lines) -out of the way, such that no one that isn't looking for someone will stumble across it -Generators or solar panels installed (Send Operatives looking for necessary equipment) -Long range radio equipment. Weather brought with us or previously installed Begin selling and trading information with the survivors inside of chernarus from our base of operations -Open dialogues with major groups and factions in the area -Broadcast our intentions openly on the radio to all survivors -offer our information on groups and locations for sale in exchange for supplies and information Persistent goals (Always working/ Never complete) Stay Neutral between all groups, and offer our information to anyone willing to pay for it. Create a reference library of Chernarus including… -groups (Names, Members, Leadership, Uniforms, Home Locations, etc) -Locations of interest (Former Military bases, potential homes, farmland, radio towers ect) -Infection (Populations, Migrations, mutations, research being worked on, ect) By... -stockpile large amounts of paper and pens/pencils -take information gathered by operatives, sort it and put it into coherent files Stay Hidden while working in Public -Fake Names, voices -Changing equipment/clothing to suit needs OOC Goals u The number one goal of The Brokerage is well thought out, varied and overall well executed Rp. We want to be more then the men in the shadows, coming to kidnap you and interrogate you. We also want to be the trader your making small talk with. And the woman who is sitting next to you at the campfire flirting. Any and all kinds of Rp'ers are welcome here, and all have there Uses More so, we want to have a good time, just like anyone else, and we want anyone we come into contact with IG to have one as well As a group there are a few things that we will not tolerate from members Do Not Flame on the forms or discord This only reflects badly on you and the group. Do not value gear over RP This group is based entirely around our interaction with people. If your getting robbed, think of it as an opportunity to gather information on those robbing you. Do not meta game information Metagaming is the number one thing that will kill this group. All information that we gather in IC and usable as such. Any members found metagaming information on groups,characters, ect, will be removed immediately without warning If your interested in joining us, Pm Bobman235 with the filled out application and contract. After this we will talk on discord and do an IC meeting if you seem like a good fit for the group. Contract
  13. Orbit

    Quote(s) To Describe Your Character?

    "The truth is not what's true. The truth is what people believe is true"-Unknown
  14. Pre Outbrake Brian had a simple life before. A wife and two kids, mortgage payments, car payments. He owned a landscaping business and had won several awards for his creative designs. He woke up, got dressed, drove his kids to school and went to work. After a long day of planting trees, mowing lawns and trimming hedges, he would pick his kids up and go back home. The was always some trouble to deal with however. Local gangs always barking about protection money, followed by the police asking questions about them. But such was life. Nothing to be done about it he said to himself. Best just leave it be. Brian always kept himself looking well groomed. Short black hair always parted to the left. A white dress shirt with blue jacket and pants always folded away before work began and platter that night. black shoes and socks, shined and polished. Brian was a man of routine, all day every day. Chernarus All of Brian's hard work seemed to pay off when a Russian business man wanted to hire him for the biggest contract of his career. An entire estate com pleat with gardens, a small forest, hedge maze and more, and Brian was the head designer. Once all the details had been worked out, he and his wife left on there first flight of the day, leaving there children with his mother. After a long day of hopping between flights, they both arrived in Sochi. Not even a week after arriving in Russia, there was trouble. Brian was informed that the contractor supplying all of there layer had backed out of the deal, demanding more money then what they agreed apon. Brian, determined to get this project done in a timely manner, decided to negotiate himself. Bringing a translator with him, he made the long drive to the contractors head-quarters down in Chernarus. Post OutBrake It wasn't long after that the borders closed, leaving Brian trapped in a country he didn't know his way around. It didn't help that his translator completely abandoned him, and took there car with him. It seemed however that his landscaping could help him, even in the war zone he was now stuck in. Having built over two dozen gardens for clients and keeping a fairly large one himself, Brian was able to survive the first few months with a group, promising to grow them food in exchange for a safe place to sleep. Eventually, they started shooting at each other, and Brian found a new group to stay with. That one got in a huge fight a split up in the night, and so on and so on. Find a group to stay with. Grow them food. They all leave or die. Repeat. It became Brian's new routine. Day in, day out. Shattered The last group he spent time with was a small community living in an abandoned fishing village. Brian woke up, got dressed, grabbed his tools and started working. Watering and fertilizing his small crops. Pulling the dead, harvesting the ripe. Then he distributed what ever he could. Of course there was never enough for everyone, and someone always had to be hungry. He did his best to always feed the children in the village first, but even that was sometimes a stretch. after a few months, as always some trouble came around. A group of thugs came by, demanding the little food they had in exchange for "Protection" just like the gangs back home. Brian started thinking about home. His kids, his wife, his mother. It was only the gun shots that woke him from the day dream. Someone in the village refused to hand over there food, and the entire town became one big firefight. Brian had never been a fighter, and he had no plans of starting today. He found a place to hide, and kept his head down. He was already thinking about where he could go to find another group when he heard one of the village children scream. Brian looked over and say one of the thugs standing over the crying child, grabbing at her and hitting her back down to the ground. No time to think. He stood up, ran over to the attacker and tackled him to the ground. With his gun knocked out of his hand, Brian started beating the man over and over again. Left fist, Right fist, Left fist, Right. He didn't stop when the thug stopped breathing. He didn't stop when the gun shots stopped ringing out. No one that was left from the town tried to stop him. None of them were rave enough. The just stood on and watched as the quiet, kind hearted gardener cried and swore as he crushed that mans face into pulp. When he did finally stop, he knew he could stay, but he didn't want to anyways. He knew he didn't need a group to survive. No one stopped him as he grabbed is things and made his way out of town
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    Strange Numbers

    *As Jason finished up some last minute preparations, he hoped the airwaves would continue to stay quiet until morning, as not to drown out his broadcast. He also had to hope he had set up the transmitter correctly and that the fuel he had collected would last lone enough for what he wanted* "Only one way to find out" *Jason fired up the generator, set his recorded message to loop, and exited the area as soon as he knew his broadcast was actuality going out into the world* *The message repeats for a few hours before the generator running the equipment run out of fuel*