[OOC Section] Steam Name: Tortoise Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:47349464 How long have you been playing on the server?: I joined once 3 weeks ago, and then joined again yesterday and decided my life was boring enough to get addicted to this gamemode again Why do you want to roleplay as an Enslaved/Free Vortigaunt?: I find enjoyment in roleplaying as freed and enslaved vortigaunts. Do you have any experience roleplaying as an Enslaved/Free Vortigaunt?:  I spent roughly 3 months roleplaying as a vort on a server called UWG and people from there who have moved here probably remember me specifically Eggplant and Bubbles and other fine folks I don't remember that were on uwg during that timeframe What do you know about the Vortessence?    It connects all vortigaunts WHO AREN'T BEING SUPPRESSED BY COMBINE TECHNOLOGY and its able to be used to heal small wounds at the cost of some strength of the vort, to heal large wounds at the cost of a lot of the strength and only with multiple vortigaunts, to communicate with other vortigaunts, to short-circuit technology, to temporarily disable combine forcefields, and to focus as a bolt of energy generally targeted towards the vort's enemies for the purpose of causing large bodily harm and also any other abilities this server has for vorts that i do not have knowledge of at this period of time Give at least ten detailed lines of RP as either a Free or Enslaved Vortigaunt. (Scenario of your choice.):          Nolok Tek'el unfolds his hands, setting his wrench down on his long metallic desk. He glances towards the mass of parts, tools, and broken technology splayed out over the unorganized space. He looks up towards the man standing to his left, speaking in a deep raspy tone, "It is highly probably that this one is in possession of the necessary materials to repair the radios you have given to us. Shall we negotiate the terms of payment for the handiwork now or once the objective at hand has been accomplished?"                      Lucius looks towards the wall, decorated with random trinkets and pieces of metal. He raises a hand to his face, scratching his nose uncomfortably before slowly saying, "If you can get me the radios by tonight, I'll pay you two hundred for them both. I'll be at the bar, Nolok."         The Vortigaunt nods, watching as the man turns on his heels and walks out, shutting the door quietly behind him as he exits the old abandoned water station. He turns over towards the two boxes, picking up one and placing it on the floor; saving it for later. For now, the green creatures focus would be locked onto the first radio. He would pull it out of the box, dumping the spare parts and metal pieces onto a cleared out section of the desk.          Nolok slowly shakes his head, turning around and walking out the door. He would deal with the radio later. For now, the green creature was on a quest to find himself some food.    I'll do a different one too I guess because that one ended kinda shittily due to the fact I didn't want to continue with the repairing the radio thing rn           Nolok reaches down, picking up a piece of the striped green melon. He slowly inserts a chunk of fruit into his mouth, sitting calmly in his small homely workshop.                  The door to the workshop is slammed open, as a man barges in, holding his forearm tightly. The once-grey glove covering his skin would be turned a dark black, stained with blood, and in the middle of his palm exists a small singed hole in the glove, indicating some form of bullet wound. He looks down at his hand, breathing heavily, before looking back up at the vortigaunt and yelling, "Could you please help in any sort of capacity because - this - really - fucking - hurts."         The Vortigaunt looks up towards the man, cocking his head to the side before slowly turning his head back at the melon. He sets the melon down on the floor, standing up and nodding his head slowly. "This one can be of assistance to your problem."                  The man walks over, sitting down on the chair and holding his arm. He lowers it, extending it on top of the clear-ish desk.        Nolok heads over to the desk, taking the glove off of the man's damaged hand and inspecting the damage. There would be a bullet wound in the middle of the man's hand, probably from either a lucky shot by a unit or from messing around with guns. Either way, the hole had to be patched up. The green creature would close its eyes, humming a steady low pitch as the light from his chest begins to glow a more saturated shade of green. The vortigaunt extends its arms towards the man's hand, and two green beams of light begin connecting at his palm. The constant light flow of blood from the wound slowly trickles to a halt, and the skin begins to pull itself together, connecting to close up the damage from the bullet.                  The unnamed man turns his head, finally looking back towards his palm and seeing the lack of wound existing there. He flexes and unflexes his hand a few times, switching angles between looking at the back of his hand and his palm.        The vortigaunt stumbles over to where he had been sitting before, and sinks down to sit leaning against the wall. He closes his eyes, angling his head up towards the ceiling. He would speak softly in his raspy voice, "This one must rest. Depart now - shut the door."                  As the vortigaunt ceases movement, likely falling into a form of meditation, the man stares at him for a moment, before standing up, reaching into his bag, and setting down a small box of tokens on the desk. He quietly walks out of the building, shutting the door behind himself softly. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [IC Section] Character Name: Nolok Tek'el Enslaved/Free?: free Write at least two paragraphs explaining the backstory of your Vortigaunt as to why they're either Enslaved or Free.:                Nolok Tek'el was born into slavery, lived in slavery his entire life, and believed he would die in slavery. From a certain age, the young Vort believed that things would never change, his kind having spent centuries in enslavement; however, in the very back of the Vortigaunt's mind, he had a very small hope. One day, information spread throughout Xen about a few strange portals opening up, and that the , the Nihilanth had decided to use the rift to escape. It directed the Vortigaunts and other forces of Xen to invade Earth, the peculiar planet through which the portals led.                            The young, inexperienced vort was set to support a group of heavily-armored Xen forces, tasked with dispatching opponents while they focused on the larger, higher-priority alien Grunts. Upon arrival, Tek'el was separated from his group, alone in a strange world. He bunkered down alone, awaiting contact to be reestablished by anyone from Xen. He came to the conclusion that he should make an attempt to find out what had occurred, and set off to find his lost squad. After a few hours of walking, he saw a bright flash in the far distance, and deemed it a good idea to turn and walk the opposite direction of the flash. He was stumbled upon by a group of creatures, strange and alien to even himself, and despite fighting back was forced down and captured.              Nolok was given the numbers 31813 by his new masters, who in the aftermath of the Xen invasion had also invaded weakened Earth, and taken over the blue planet in the course of mere hours. He was forced to work as a cleaning unit in what came to be known as the Forty Fifth city, and began following his old order of quietly wandering, performing menial tasks and tinkering with small objects that weren't important enough to be deemed worthy of the time and effort of a unit. He fell back into the loop of his old Xen life, still holding onto hope.              Nolok Tek'el waited, biding his time for what seemed like years. He grew older and more understanding of his new life and current situation, and held out a small hope that somehow one day he would achieve his goal of freedom. One day, while cleaning the city streets with his most trusty broom under the careful watch of his new greater masters, the vortigaunt noticed something quite peculiar about the citizens. Most of them were chatting around, interacting with the other citizens quietly to bring a pause to the neverending monotony and boredom of their city life. However, in the masses, the Vort noticed, there were a few statue-like citizens who seemed to be watching things in the plaza. Quickly he made out a number of these silent men and women. The Vort shuffled his feet, turning, sweeping, and looking back, making out paths of their eyes in his head.                          The Vortigaunt quietly went about his day with the usual little interaction of citizens, speaking only when spoken to by the units watching him. He drew no attention to himself that day, calmly and patiently following the orders of his masters and moving into his cell without argument or resistance. The Vortigaunt sat on the cold concrete floor of his makeshift home, closing his eyes and making mental images of everything that had gone on that day. The old hope he had was beginning to be rekindled, however unlikely it was. The next few weeks were quiet, with Nolok Tek'el noticing the citizens standing around the plaza twice or three times a week, slowly becoming ever more hopeful that whatever the group planned involved him.                          Many months later, the morning went as calm as any, rations at dawn and a scheduled optional work cycle at midday, with a vortigaunt cleaning scheduled after when the masses would likely be most calm or absent. As the vortigaunt walked out into the cold winter air, his metal chains clicking as he shuffled along. Everything was ordinary; the units in their scheduled positions for a scenario such an occasion, and the plaza mostly clear of citizens or civil workers due to the ongoing work cycle. Suddenly, a man threw open the door to the apartments, stumbling out towards the Tek'el. The units watching the Vortigaunt turned their heads to each other, muttering under their breath and silently approaching the citizen.                         The stumbling man began berating and attacking the two units, who knocked him to the ground and began detaining him, distracting them for the time being. A few citizens quickly and quietly came out of the apartments, running towards the officers. Two of the group began attacking the units, and the remaining people grabbed the vortigaunt by the arms, running towards the slummier districts. After removing the vortigaunt's chains via a process (i am not sure what y'alls thing is for removing chains for vorts right now), the group ran off, escaping through the secret sewer system built under the city.                edit 4: removed all traces of the previous backstory and the previous 3 edit markings and remade it into the new one  

I've seen you on the server enough and this is a very good application, [color=#2ecc71]support[/color] from me. EDIT: Accepted.

I know that your vote roleplay and roleplay in general is great. Strong +SUPPORT from me.

I do not know you but I really loved reading your examples of RP as a Vortigaunt and especially your backstory. I believe many people are unaware of what makes Vortigaunts so fascinating and unique. In my opinion it is the wise and spiritual nature that makes them interesting. So, I believe you have captured exactly what I would personally envision when I think of a Vortigaunt through your backstory and your examples of RP. You seem level headed and well informed enough on the lore of Vortigaunts in general. You've definitely got my vote. [color=#2980b9][size=150]+ Support[/size][/color]

Looks like a good app, The name needs some work. When naming vorts I typically use this: https://lethe-gray.deviantart.com/art/Vortigese-Language-Basics-November-2016-update-216835715 It provides some nonsense words that sound reasonable, even if they're non canon.