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OOC Information:
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:120278589
Do you have a working mic?: Yes I do.
Do fluent English?: Yes.
RP Points: 8
Number of bans: 3
Timezone: GMT +1
How active would you consider yourself in-game? (1-10): 7
How active would you consider youself on the forums? (1-10): 8.
IC Information:
First Name: Barry.
Last Name: Escobar.
Age: 29.
Any previous clans? If so, list what: The Red Devils, Crimson Order, Theives Guild.
Why do you want to join Imperium?:
You guys seem like an good clan. Im looking for a group so go to battle with. My mates are in here aswell, i want to be with them.
Give me some background on your character:
Barry was born in The Netherlands, in a small country town. He grew up on a little farm his father owned. He lives there in peace, for over 15 years. Untill one day his father came up to him, so introduce him to some new 'toys'. His father took him to the shed he was not allowed to get in, ever. In his 15 years, he havent been in that shed, but now was the time. Barry was really excited, because new toys are always great. The key of the shed was hidden, but for reasons. The moments his father opend the shed, his mouth fell open. A shed, full of weapons, ammo and all types of equipemt someone needs to fight a full war... All by himself. From that day, his father taught him how to shoot. He practiced day im, day out, to master all the guns. One day, he heard a gun shot from the house. He went to check it out, with and galil on his back, just to be sure. He saw his father in the living room. Dead. One bullet between hs eyes. Instant kill. He was shot, but by who??? With his gun pulled, he searched the house. Noone to be found. Untill he went upstairs, and looked out of the window. He saw someone running away. He was quite far away, but Barry didnt hastitate. He aimed the galil, took a deep breath, and fired. Not a full clip, not half an clip... Only one bullet. In the back of his head. An instant kill, just like his father. From that day on, Barry kept fighting crime, untill one day he got backfired by some cops. He felt the vlood comming from his stomach. Pain, a huge pain. The feeling of being unable to breath. 2 man with galils came from a house, and shot down the cops one by one. They quickly took him inside, and cured his wounds. It took Barry a month to fully recover from his injuries. From that day, those guys where his best friends. They did everything together. Growing weed, printing money everything. Still, untill this day, they are his best friends, and they still do everything together.
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