Dear beloved reader and judges of my humble application. I firstly would like to excuse this writing style I am currently presenting.

Acting as a Vortiguant for an extended period of time tends to do this to me. Secondarily I would in advance like to take the time to thank you for even opening this application. Nevermind reading it. I watch the views and feel all warm and fuzzy when you do open it.

In the terms of the application I felt it better the story was portrayed from the eyes of my proposed role in the language similar to that of the Vortiguant. Writing in long paragraphs proved more difficult than expected. The name is undisclosed as I am yet to have decided on a prefix if I am successful. So please enjoy your read and thank you again for your time.

All my love,

Hud <3

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Steam Name:
Hud (ريان)

Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:19384040

Explain Vortigaunt Canon:
Xenotherium subservilia originate from an unnamed planet which become enslaved within an Alternate dimension called Xen. Within here Nihilanth acts as the overlord to the enslavement of the Vortiguant species via a collar and wristband system. During this the Drones where used during the events depicted within the Black Mesa Research Facility. After the loss of Nihilanth the Vortiguant species migrated to Earth, during the storms and portal rifts caused, where they assist the human race in protecting from the assault of the Combine forces who previously captured the Vortiguant home world. The Voritguant themselves are in touch with the Vortessence which is a life binding force within all species. Using this Vortiguants gain many abilities. A few of these are the ability to communicate long distances via Flux Shifting, channel it into an energy source to electronics or heal wounds inflicted upon someone. Vortiguants are also suggested to be ever lasting or eternal in the respect of when one body is destroyed they migrate to another vessel to be reborn and continue.

Your Backstory:
*Written in the quasi speaking style of a Vortiguant*
This one remembers clearly what occurred on the journey to our current position of time. During our exile through the great storm of the Resonance Cascade we where dispersed within a rift in strange surroundings of grey stone and metal. This one witnessed our bothers fall and flees this catacomb to avoid perishing. We made it above ground and cowered within alcoves and debris in an attempt to remain undisclosed. This one found a field of rubbish which was piled high enough to touch the skies themselves and from here we formed shelter and remained undetected from harm.

Another of our clan is lost within the labyrinth of rubbish but we can here his lost calls over many miles. This one echoes back a small message before departing to locate our brethren. Amidst the mess we found our brethren two of them crouched and hidden from sight. We gather our items and move back to this ones home within the mountains of rubbish. Here the clan gathers supplies and items. We channelled a call each day to no avail and no reply. Here we remained until a date unknown when until later one of our brethren calls weakly to us as he enters home and falls injured. We examine the damage which looks to be fatal. A Myrmidont follows quickly into camp and looks to be the source of the trouble. Channelling Vortessence we subdued this Myrmidont and extracted the essence of the being for use in what was to come. The clan formed around our wounded and started the healing of our brethren with the extract in a chant, restoring our clan member to heal. This one delivers bad news though with the jeopardy of another who is injured not far away. Foes long not seen had found their lair and attacked them.

Departing our home we raced to the other brethren. Only now did we realize the sound of chaos and smell of death that lingered within the skies. We reached the lair but all way quiet and desolate. One echoes of flux is heard but the warning comes too late. This one feels a sharp shock zap along our body as heavy shackles are restored to our neck once more. This one sees the aggressors advance on our brethren with white marks and bright eyes in numbers only to be seen as hordes. We wake up in a different place and a different time.

Our body is different and our mind is not. This one has a smaller body which feels to be newly formed and all ready restricted by the aggressors. We see dark metal walkways and dark boundaries. It feels like the home before but has a strange cold feel. No long are we free to roam but instead restricted by oppressors. This one is directed from the cell into the maintenance room where we gather brush and broom. Outside we go and sweep we shall as our new masters bid it be so. This one is not impressed by the destruction of our previous body and transfer to this but as taught to us by one elder wiser than ourselves. We do not fear the interval of darkness. Now I must serve my time within the walls of my catacomb in tasks deemed suitable by our masters. Restricted with what only seems to be known as a City. Living establishments of the humans.

Give a reason why you should have Vortigaunt:
With the use of a Vortigaunt as a character I will be able to perform some unique functions to the Roleplay experienced by other players who come in contact with my character. The assignment of menial tasks means plenty of passive roleplay with the environment, citizens and UCA alike. From interacting with others during Rationing or conflict management from one too many thrown cans I feel that having access to this role will greatly enhance the Roleplay experienced overall. Not just for myself but for the others involved too.