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National Guard Bureau of San Andreas.
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[COLOR="RoyalBlue"][SIZE="3"][FONT="Tahoma"]IC Info[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

1) First Name: [COLOR="Cyan"]Alex[/COLOR]

2) Last Name: [COLOR="Cyan"]Dudu[/COLOR]

3.) E-Mail Address: [COLOR="Cyan"]Nightshroud20@yahoo.com[/COLOR]

4) Age: [COLOR="Cyan"]22[/COLOR]

5.) Place of Birth (in-game): [COLOR="Cyan"]Las Venturas [/COLOR]

6.) Current Address (in-game): [COLOR="Cyan"]Los Santos, Glen Park nr. 24[/COLOR]

7.) Atingere Number: [COLOR="Cyan"]2833[/COLOR]

8.) How long have you been a citizen of the State of San Andreas? (level): [COLOR="Cyan"]6 glorious years[/COLOR]

9.) What makes you a Good Candidate for the SA-NG?: [COLOR="Cyan"]When I dedicate myself to something I do it right...I don't have any kind of problem with authority ((and I have RL security guard experience)). I feel that I will bring a good contribution to the NG, or at least Ill try to.[/COLOR]

10.) Why do you want to be a National Guard Member? [COLOR="Cyan"]To actively improve life in SA by keeping the criminals off the streets! And because I miss that sort of work and you seem to need the man power.[/COLOR]

10a.) Life Biography (400 words minimum): [COLOR="Cyan"]Alex Dudu was born around the year 1988 in Las Venturas in a modest family in every way. He was a good kid with big hopes for the future, hard working and faithful to what he believed was right. He didn't have to many friends because most o the people there where rich and ignored the "lower class people", but that doesn't means he didn't try but most of them where corrupted by money and bent on making more no more how (they where basically snobs and corrupt). The few friends that he did have only got him into trouble, he even got jailed in a juvenile institution because their parents payed the cops to put the blame on Alex. This experience made him more wise when choosing a friend and increased his hate for corruption.

At the age of 14 his parents found a better work place in Los Santos and it didn't take long for them to move there, separating a young boy from all that he knew, not knowing the effect this will have on him. After the difficult transition, they settled at a modest apartment similar like the one they left behind and tried to begin a new life. It was easy for them but a little boy it wasn't that easy. Alex became "the new kid in the hood" and had no idea how much this new place was about to change him. Everyone was picking on him because he was small and weak. Standing up for himself would prove to make matters even worse, because no once did he came home beaten up. Because of this, the only time he ever went outside was to go to school or when his mother sent him for certain tasks. He truly loved his family and this situation only made their bond stronger then ever.

One day, even tough it took all the courage he had and convinced by his parents, he stepped outside and joined a martial arts gym. Here is where for the first time he felt like belonging somewhere and actually excelled at it.

After a while he met Andrew Hawk, a 18 year old boy at the same gym. He to was also a very talented boy. It didn’t take to long that they became very good friends and began to look after each others backs. That boy just turned 18 and he desperately wanted a car to "impress girls" as he repeatedly said. The problem was that his parents couldn’t afford such a thing and there was no way that he could afford one from a normal job in such little time. So it didn’t take long that he wound up stealing and killing for it. Even dough Alex was completely against it and warned him several times to stop, told him of his past experiences, even tried to ignore him, he still felt responsible for his friend, that he owed him after all the time they've been together so he sometimes helped him and even more times got him out of harms way.

Naturally one day everything they did caught up with them and they got arrested by the LSPD with serious accusations. Andrew got imprisoned for a very long time and almost dragged Alex down with him unintentionally because he had a wrongly accused file in record (witch he already wrongly served). Luckily they didn't have enough evidence on Alex so after a brief jail time he is released.

The very next day of his incarceration, Andrew had a visitor. Ashamed, he walks to the visiting room and sees Alex and feels very guilty and ashamed. After a few minutes of silence, Alex explains to him again from personal experience that its better to make a honest buck then to kill, rob, and anything else illegal because he spent his own time in a 4 by 4 cell thinking what to do with his life and knows exactly how he feels.

<Now Alex realizes how close he was to Andrews situation and tries to make a mend, and Andrew, for the first time, realizes what a good friend he had beside him and how he almost ruined his life. He also decides, after serving his time, to become a upstanding citizen.>

Now a few years have passed and Alex is 22. He gave up completely the life of crime as is working as a truck driver as well as other jobs to be able to help Andrew once he is released and to sustain his parents who suffered a work accident and are unable to take care of themselves and tries every day with all his might to not let anyone wind up like the "new kid in the hood and his friend"! [/COLOR]

11.) Have you ever been in a gang or criminal organization?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

12.) Do you know your way around San Andreas well?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

13.) Are you currently employed?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Free lancer[/COLOR]

14.) If yes, what is your current occupation?: [COLOR="Cyan"]VIP Bodyguard[/COLOR]

15.) Have you ever been convicted for a crime?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

16.) Have you ever served time in prison?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

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17.) Gender: [COLOR="Cyan"]Male[/COLOR]

18.) Location and Time Zone: [COLOR="Cyan"]GMT + 2[/COLOR]

19.) Age: [COLOR="Cyan"]22[/COLOR]

20.) Past Character Names + Levels: [COLOR="Cyan"]None[/COLOR]

21.) Have you played on the server for at least 24 hours: [COLOR="Cyan"]Of course [/COLOR]

22.) Can you communicate effectively in the English language?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

23.) Are you prepared to use ventrilo?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

24.) Do you have a fully working microphone?: [COLOR="Cyan"]Yes[/COLOR]

25.) Do you have any previous LEO experience? (Needed unless your application is of highest possible standard) [COLOR="Cyan"]On another server but I don't think that counts.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR="DarkOrange"]References[/COLOR]
[COLOR="White"]You must have a reference from a current National Guard Employee Private and Above (This option must be filled in or your application will be denied), insert them here.[/COLOR]

Soldier's name: [COLOR="Cyan"]None[/COLOR]

Current rank: [COLOR="Cyan"]None[/COLOR]

Quotation: [COLOR="Cyan"]None[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Legal Documentation[/COLOR]

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Extra mentions:[COLOR="Cyan"]I wish to mention that all of my served crimes where possession of illegal materials (to sell / only way to make money at the beginning ), illegal weapons (self defense / look at stats) and police evading! Thank you for your time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]The Contract[/COLOR]
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I [Your Name Here], hereby certify under penalty of perjury that all information on this application is true and correct to the best of my knowledge and belief, and I understand that any falsification or omission of material facts may cause forfeiture on my part of all rights to be a National Guard Member in the State of San Andreas. I understand all information on this application is subject to verification, and I hereby give my express permission for the SA-NG to contact any person or agency for information related to my role and function as a Member of the National Guard in San Andreas. I hereby agree to abide all rules and regulations set by the server and SA-NG.[/COLOR][/CENTER][COLOR="White"][/COLOR]

Pyotr lit his cigarette and sighed. He looked over his shoulder, the bar was pulsing with life, and people all around him bantered. "What about you, whats your story?" He turned his gaze back to the others at the table. He didnt really know any of them, and they were all drunk. Pyotr smiled, he didnt drink on the job. "Where to start. My father was a veteran of the war of attrition, youve probably never heard of it. He fought in the harsh deserts of egypt, drafted into the soviet army. After the war, he met my mother, a waitress in the town of Kursk. They had my older brother, Ivan, a few years later. I never met him, killed by robbers when they broke into our home. After that my mother and father moved to a small village about 45 miles out of town, to get away from the city. Me and my baby sister Adrianna were born there.

I was only six when they came. Five truckloads of Russian soldiers to our village of barely fourty." He paused, and took a long drag from his cigarette. "Rumors from the city had told them we were a camp of rebels, spies even. They loaded everyone into a truck, beating the ones that resisted. I took Adrianna, she was just a baby, and hid in the crawlspace under our cottage. I heard footsteps above, my father yelling "I am no traitor! I killed for the motherland! I am no traitor!", and then one of the soldiers yell somethine back, I... I cant remember what he said. My mother screamed, and my father's hunting rifle cracked. Once. Twice. But it was drowned out in the clacking of a kalashnikov. My mother screamed again, and i saw the soldiers drag our parents out of the home. My father was limp. They put my mother into the truck and left. I never learned where they took them.

We werent the only ones left. Stephen, a kind old man, who worked as a hunter, hid out in the woods when the soldiers came. He had family in Kursk, and we lived with him for a few years, untill he died from a heart attack. We lived on the streets after that. Untill one night, I was sixteen, adrianna twelve. A noise woke me up, it wasnt uncommon. But this was different, muffled crieng." His voice became quiete. "There was a man ontop of her, and i knew what the sick bastard was doing. He must not have seen me. I tackeled him, and struck his face." His voice came back, sounding slightly happy now. "I roared like a bear, and he screamed like a child as i broke his nose, jaw, and reduced his face to a bloody mess. I pulled my switchblade and cut off his... you know. The bastard deserved it, and i thought it was appropriate for what he did to my dear Adrianna. I cut his throat after he passed out, and left him in a ditch.

That was the first time i killed someone, and it felt good to have that man's blood on my hands. I would do it again if i had the chance. They found him two days later. He was a "Public official" and the towns goverment was very corrupt at the time. They found me, and arrested me. They understood it was in defense, but thought i took it too far. I was sentenced to four years in a siberian work camp. Swine, all of those politicians were. Ill never forget that day, wheni got on the train. It was the last time i saw my poor Adrianna, through the window of my prison train. I was alone now.

The days were long, and the work was hard. So cold... So hungry. They barely fed us. I worked in a lumber mill, so it could have been worse. I cant imagine the hell the miners went through. I kept to myself, but still made a few friends. There was Boris, a guard at the camp. He gave me ciggarettes, any extra rations he had, and vodka when he could." He smiled "It helped keep the nights warm." The smile dissappeared. "He got transfered on my second year. Then there was Josef. What a character. He loaded the wood i cut into the wagon. He had foury years for arson, ressisting arrest, and murder. If it wasnt for him, i wouldnt be here today. His parents owned a company in the east, shipping goods to europe, but sometimes to America, this was after the fall of the soviet union, otherwise it wouldnt be allowed.

He died from the cold. I was so hungry. I dont regret what i did, it was the only way, and i dont care what anyone thinks." He put out his cigarette. "After i got out, i knew i had to leave the country. Things werent the same anymore, and i had lost all of the patriotism i had gotten from my father. Ive read Marx, and understood the concepts. I hated what this land had become. I cut purses untill i made enough money to travel to where Josefs parents lived. They knew how good of friends me and Josef were. They were good people, and after i explained what was happening, he agreed to have one of his captains bring me along on a cargo ship to America." Brrrzt. "Just a second." Pyotr Glanced at his phone and read the text message, then fiddled with something under the table. "Sorry guys, im gonna have to finish this some other time." He rose from his booth. As he walked to the door, he tucked the newly-silenced pistol into its holster, and lit a new cigarette.

Nightshroud a scris:

Pyotr lit his cigarette and sighed. He looked over his shoulder, the bar was pulsing with life, and people all around him bantered. "What about you, whats your story?" He turned his gaze back to the others at the table. He didnt really know any of them, and they were all drunk. Pyotr smiled, he didnt drink on the job. "Where to start. My father was a veteran of the war of attrition, youve probably never heard of it. He fought in the harsh deserts of Egypt, drafted into the soviet army. After the war, he met my mother, a waitress in the town of Kursk. They had my older brother, Ivan, a few years later. I never met him, killed by robbers when they broke into our home. After that my mother and father moved to a small village about 45 miles out of town, to get away from the city. Me and my baby sister Adrianna were born there.

I was only six when they came. Five truckloads of Russian soldiers to our village of barely fourty." He paused, and took a long drag from his cigarette. "Rumors from the city had told them we were a camp of rebels, spies even. They loaded everyone into a truck, beating the ones that resisted. I took Adrianna, she was just a baby, and hid in the crawlspace under our cottage. I heard footsteps above, my father yelling "I am no traitor! I killed for the motherland! I am no traitor!", and then one of the soldiers yell something back, I... I cant remember what he said. My mother screamed, and my father's hunting rifle cracked. Once. Twice. But it was drowned out in the clacking of a Kalashnikov. My mother screamed again, and i saw the soldiers drag our parents out of the home. My father was limp. They put my mother into the truck and left. I never learned where they took them.

We werent the only ones left. Stephen, a kind old man, who worked as a hunter, hid out in the woods when the soldiers came. He had family in Kursk, and we lived with him for a few years, untill he died from a heart attack. We lived on the streets after that. Untill one night, I was sixteen, adrianna twelve. A noise woke me up, it wasnt uncommon. But this was different, muffled crieng." His voice became quiete. "There was a man ontop of her, and i knew what the sick bastard was doing. He must not have seen me. I tackeled him, and struck his face." His voice came back, sounding slightly happy now. "I roared like a bear, and he screamed like a child as i broke his nose, jaw, and reduced his face to a bloody mess. I pulled my switchblade and cut off his... you know. The bastard deserved it, and i thought it was appropriate for what he did to my dear Adrianna. I cut his throat after he passed out, and left him in a ditch.

That was the first time i killed someone, and it felt good to have that man's blood on my hands. I would do it again if i had the chance. They found him two days later. He was a "Public official" and the towns goverment was very corrupt at the time. They found me, and arrested me. They understood it was in defense, but thought i took it too far. I was sentenced to four years in a siberian work camp. Swine, all of those politicians were. Ill never forget that day, wheni got on the train. It was the last time i saw my poor Adrianna, through the window of my prison train. I was alone now.

The days were long, and the work was hard. So cold... So hungry. They barely fed us. I worked in a lumber mill, so it could have been worse. I cant imagine the hell the miners went through. I kept to myself, but still made a few friends. There was Boris, a guard at the camp. He gave me ciggarettes, any extra rations he had, and vodka when he could." He smiled "It helped keep the nights warm." The smile dissappeared. "He got transfered on my second year. Then there was Josef. What a character. He loaded the wood i cut into the wagon. He had foury years for arson, ressisting arrest, and murder. If it wasnt for him, i wouldnt be here today. His parents owned a company in the east, shipping goods to europe, but sometimes to America, this was after the fall of the soviet union, otherwise it wouldnt be allowed.

He died from the cold. I was so hungry. I dont regret what i did, it was the only way, and i dont care what anyone thinks." He put out his cigarette. "After i got out, i knew i had to leave the country. Things werent the same anymore, and i had lost all of the patriotism i had gotten from my father. Ive read Marx, and understood the concepts. I hated what this land had become. I cut purses untill i made enough money to travel to where Josefs parents lived. They knew how good of friends me and Josef were. They were good people, and after i explained what was happening, he agreed to have one of his captains bring me along on a cargo ship to America." Brrrzt. "Just a second." Pyotr Glanced at his phone and read the text message, then fiddled with something under the table. "Sorry guys, im gonna have to finish this some other time." He rose from his booth. As he walked to the door, he tucked the newly-silenced pistol into its holster, and lit a new cigarette.

Well let's start of with introducing myself,

My name is Shawn Halliwell I lived in Colorado for most of my life with my brother Daniel and my sister Riley and of course I lived with my folks until I turned 19 when I got myself a job and my own apartment and went out into the big world. I guess I was pretty lucky growing up, my mother and father both had good jobs, my mom had her own antiques business so they were able to afford to give us a good education. I went to the Colorado Springs School, a private school which was at the time a boarding school, now a home-stay school, I then graduated elementary school and went to Vista Ridge High School and achieved average grades which is nothing to be ashamed of but this is mostly due to the fact that during my teen years my attention, let's just say wasn't fully focused on studying, my body was much more interested in other things which admittedly were much more interesting.

After leaving school I got my first job at the Suncoast Video store, which was perfect for me as I was a self confessed movie freak, plus the pay only sweetened the deal for me. I worked at Suncoast Videos until I was 24, I spent a few months in between jobs until I turned 25 when I decided to apply for a job as a Prison Guard at the Arrowhead Correctional Center, I was at the time a pretty fit guy (and still am) as while I was in between jobs I was considering joining the air force as they have a couple of bases in Colorado so I was lucky enough to be allowed to do spend a week at of the bases to see if I liked it or not. My dad knew a Colonel who was based there who was only too happy to pull a couple of strings for an old friend. However I decided it wasn't for me, as I've lived in Colorado ever since I could remember and couldn't bear the possibility of leaving home for months on end. Which is why the Arrowhead Center was a good alternative for me, I wanted a change in my life, as well as a rewarding career.

I was lucky enough to get the job and pass the rather lengthy training course and there I stayed for 3 years. True the job was difficult, tiring and often dangerous but it was a very rewarding career and I learned so much while I was there, more than I ever did at school. It's surprising how open some of the prisoners can be and they were more than willing to share a few secrets of the trade, not that I ever used them for any illegal means but they did aid in helping me stop further crime in prison. I guess the prisoners are so willing to talk because they have nothing else to do and many years to waste away.

After my three years at Arrowhead this is when things took an unexpected change for me, my brothers 4 month old baby and his girlfriend were killed in a tragic car accident involving a drunk driver. On the day of the accident I received the phone call at worked and naturally, was completely shocked and came straight home to support my brother, who had his own house and stayed there with his girlfriend. This tragic accident devastated my family, and my sister Riley even flew all the way from New York when she heard about the accident. My brother took it pretty hard as you'd expect as well as my mom and dad. Although my boss at work was very supportive and gave me all the time of I needed I decided to resign my commission so I could support my brother and my family over the coming weeks and months. He suffered from depression for a few months after the accident as he was going to propose to his girlfriend the day after the accident. Apart from that the drunk driver was sent to the Arrowhead Center and I didn't want to be anywhere near the man, nor would I be responsible for my actions if I did see him.

Now my brother has finally gotten over his depression I can start to focus on my life again, now obviously I don't want to go back to Arrowhead as that drunk driver is still serving his sentence there and will be for a long time. Which is where the SD comes in because after a long hard decision I finally decided to move away from Colorado and start a new life here in San Andreas, something I never would have considered even two years ago but now things have changed and I want a fresh start in life but I still want a rewarding job where I can help people and hopefully keep mindless, thoughtless criminals from causing devastation to other families and generally help keep criminals of the streets and in prisons where they belong. As you can see I have both the skills and the motivation required for a job like this so I hope that you give my application some serious consideration, otherwise moving from where I grew up will have been in vain.