The Collin Family - The Legend of 2011

[GhostMan]

Ah, hello then 

Sounds interesting, go along with it if you feel so

Thanks wana help?

[Mashgash]

Thanks wana help?

I can't, I'm Federal Agent so not allowed Otherwise I would helped, but as told I can't..

[Teddy]

Ah, hello then 

Sounds interesting, go along with it if you feel so

Sounds like a terrific idea! Best of luck man, and you can always turn to us for funding if it should be needed man.

[GhostMan]

Sounds like a terrific idea! Best of luck man, and you can always turn to us for funding if it should be needed man.

thanks tedd your awwwsome!!!!!!

[].Richard.[]

The Collin Family
Membership Application

1. Your In-Game Name:
Jack_Fernando

2. Your In-Game Phone:
337101

3. Your In-real-life age:
Sixteen years old.

4. Your Previous Names Used:
Richard_Fernando, Jack_Stracci

5. Name with _Collin tag:
Fernando_Collin

6. How long have you been playing on Argonath:
Since 9th of August, 2011.

7. Your city & country of origin, and time zone (IRL):
Cyprus, GMT.

8. Previous Groups Experienced, reason left:
N/A

9. Are you a part of SAPD, FBI or Administration of Argonath:
No.

10. Do you have any specialities? Which?
Yes, I do. Shooting skills, Roleplaying skills, supporting skills and leading skills.

11. Do you agree with following the family rules?
Yes, I do.

12. Describe "Role-Play" in your own words:
Pretending like Real-Life.

13. Please write a character story, developing your point of view, present ideas logically and use language precisely (Minimum 300 words):

 
 

It was an amazing spring morning, Monday.Just a bit after 8 and already there was an infernal traffic.Drivers from both ways - be they truckers, taxi drivers, or just simple drivers - were using the horn, hoping that they will manage to forward faster, some maybe too much.In this whole hurly-burly, you could hear various heated conversations between different drivers, obviously angry enough to start a fight.

"Come on, faster!", using the horn continuously."Move it, asshole!".

Nothing unusual, it always happens like this every morning, especially during the work week, Monday to Friday.Sometimes, a car with two officers from the Traffic Enforcement Unit, is directing the traffic, as best as they can.Today it's not that day.

Somehow, all these doesn't seem to affect him in any way.He seemed accustomed with it.He was checking frequently his watch, set on his left wrist; a watch as normal as it could be, no way an expensive one, it wasn't golden.The watch was just an accessory assorted with his black suit, white shirt and black tie.He was wearing Aviator-style sunglasses.He has this habit of carrying the sunglasses always on him, wearing them even during his work time, when he is patrolling or investigating.He didn't bother taking  them off when he was having a conversation with a citizen, in respect of him.

After more than ten minutes of driving in inhumanly driving conditions, finally, in the distance he could spot the road sign - "Los Santos". He glanced at it briefly, before refocusing on the road.Moments later, he was checking his watch again.Although he seemed to be in a hurry, he didn't appear to be impatient.He was maintaining a rather concentrated facial expression, letting no feelings showing onto his face, giving him away.

The city's entrance.He reached the toll booth.He presses a button from the front door side panel and the window suddenly lowers itself, just a few inches.He reaches for the glove box and grabs an already settled $25 bill.

"Good morning!", it heard from lowered window's direction.A man in his mid-thirties leaned over a bit, just so he can be closer to the window.

Without response, only nodding briefly, he handed the bill to that man, which had his right arm extended, staring at him, impatiently.The barrier raised almost instantly from that moment, and he continued his way.After a couple of minutes of driving through city, the traffic was way better.He checked the car's GPS... he was still in Rodeo.Without much thought, he began searching for a quick route to Pershing Square.

Minutes later, he was there, parking his car, a 2006 Ford Crown Victoria.It wasn't bothering him, he didn't really care for the manufacturer or the model, as long as it does its job.With the engine stopped, he started looking around.He knew that here he will be working for at least a period of time.For how long, no one knows.City hall, Police headquarters, and in front of them a nice relaxing spot.A grimace made its way onto his face, and he gets out of the car.He activates the car alarm, adjusts his pants, after that, his jacket, and finally his sunglasses, and steps toward Police's building, quite determined.

#1

Pow!... he has his weapon aimed at what appears to be now just a lifeless body.With a cold look set onto his face, he seems to be emotionless despite of what just happened.Knowing that he did what he had to do, he couldn't care less.Why should he?Dozens of people get shot everyday in Los Santos.Why would that guy be more special than others?He has done it before; it wasn't something knew to him.

Seconds later, everyone's rushing outside the building, wondering of what just happened.They heard the gunshot, they eventually saw the body, and lastly, they saw HIM.

"Oh my God, is he dead?" they were asking each other.Several deputies ran toward the body, checking for any life signs.

"Yeah, he's gone.Obviously he's been shot, right in the chest, a couple inches left."

"That would be his heart, sir.Or at least, what's left of it."

"But how?"he asked himself.He was sure he shot not to kill.Although he didn't really care where he should point his weapon before shooting that guy, he knew that one lifeless body means more questions addressed to him.Strangely enough, he did appear to sense something, an emotion of regret and pity for what he've just done.But not because of killing that guy, because of the time he would waste, answering for this and filling reports.

...

Shift's over.As he arrives home, he quickly throws away, carelessly, the car keys toward the living room direction.Then he undress his leather jacket and tosses it onto a chair.As he starts undressing his other clothes and prepares to get into his bed, the phone from his bedroom starts ringing.

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[GhostMan]

Nice application good luck

[Mashgash]

The Collin Family
Membership Application

1. Your In-Game Name:
Jack_Fernando

2. Your In-Game Phone:
337101

3. Your In-real-life age:
Sixteen years old.

4. Your Previous Names Used:
Richard_Fernando, Jack_Stracci

5. Name with _Collin tag:
Fernando_Collin

6. How long have you been playing on Argonath:
Since 9th of August, 2011.

7. Your city & country of origin, and time zone (IRL):
Cyprus, GMT.

8. Previous Groups Experienced, reason left:
N/A

9. Are you a part of SAPD, FBI or Administration of Argonath:
No.

10. Do you have any specialities? Which?
Yes, I do. Shooting skills, Roleplaying skills, supporting skills and leading skills.

11. Do you agree with following the family rules?
Yes, I do.

12. Describe "Role-Play" in your own words:
Pretending like Real-Life.

13. Please write a character story, developing your point of view, present ideas logically and use language precisely (Minimum 300 words):

 
 

It was an amazing spring morning, Monday.Just a bit after 8 and already there was an infernal traffic.Drivers from both ways - be they truckers, taxi drivers, or just simple drivers - were using the horn, hoping that they will manage to forward faster, some maybe too much.In this whole hurly-burly, you could hear various heated conversations between different drivers, obviously angry enough to start a fight.

"Come on, faster!", using the horn continuously."Move it, asshole!".

Nothing unusual, it always happens like this every morning, especially during the work week, Monday to Friday.Sometimes, a car with two officers from the Traffic Enforcement Unit, is directing the traffic, as best as they can.Today it's not that day.

Somehow, all these doesn't seem to affect him in any way.He seemed accustomed with it.He was checking frequently his watch, set on his left wrist; a watch as normal as it could be, no way an expensive one, it wasn't golden.The watch was just an accessory assorted with his black suit, white shirt and black tie.He was wearing Aviator-style sunglasses.He has this habit of carrying the sunglasses always on him, wearing them even during his work time, when he is patrolling or investigating.He didn't bother taking  them off when he was having a conversation with a citizen, in respect of him.

After more than ten minutes of driving in inhumanly driving conditions, finally, in the distance he could spot the road sign - "Los Santos". He glanced at it briefly, before refocusing on the road.Moments later, he was checking his watch again.Although he seemed to be in a hurry, he didn't appear to be impatient.He was maintaining a rather concentrated facial expression, letting no feelings showing onto his face, giving him away.

The city's entrance.He reached the toll booth.He presses a button from the front door side panel and the window suddenly lowers itself, just a few inches.He reaches for the glove box and grabs an already settled $25 bill.

"Good morning!", it heard from lowered window's direction.A man in his mid-thirties leaned over a bit, just so he can be closer to the window.

Without response, only nodding briefly, he handed the bill to that man, which had his right arm extended, staring at him, impatiently.The barrier raised almost instantly from that moment, and he continued his way.After a couple of minutes of driving through city, the traffic was way better.He checked the car's GPS... he was still in Rodeo.Without much thought, he began searching for a quick route to Pershing Square.

Minutes later, he was there, parking his car, a 2006 Ford Crown Victoria.It wasn't bothering him, he didn't really care for the manufacturer or the model, as long as it does its job.With the engine stopped, he started looking around.He knew that here he will be working for at least a period of time.For how long, no one knows.City hall, Police headquarters, and in front of them a nice relaxing spot.A grimace made its way onto his face, and he gets out of the car.He activates the car alarm, adjusts his pants, after that, his jacket, and finally his sunglasses, and steps toward Police's building, quite determined.

#1

Pow!... he has his weapon aimed at what appears to be now just a lifeless body.With a cold look set onto his face, he seems to be emotionless despite of what just happened.Knowing that he did what he had to do, he couldn't care less.Why should he?Dozens of people get shot everyday in Los Santos.Why would that guy be more special than others?He has done it before; it wasn't something knew to him.

Seconds later, everyone's rushing outside the building, wondering of what just happened.They heard the gunshot, they eventually saw the body, and lastly, they saw HIM.

"Oh my God, is he dead?" they were asking each other.Several deputies ran toward the body, checking for any life signs.

"Yeah, he's gone.Obviously he's been shot, right in the chest, a couple inches left."

"That would be his heart, sir.Or at least, what's left of it."

"But how?"he asked himself.He was sure he shot not to kill.Although he didn't really care where he should point his weapon before shooting that guy, he knew that one lifeless body means more questions addressed to him.Strangely enough, he did appear to sense something, an emotion of regret and pity for what he've just done.But not because of killing that guy, because of the time he would waste, answering for this and filling reports.

...

Shift's over.As he arrives home, he quickly throws away, carelessly, the car keys toward the living room direction.Then he undress his leather jacket and tosses it onto a chair.As he starts undressing his other clothes and prepares to get into his bed, the phone from his bedroom starts ringing.

[/i]

Hey, thanks for your application but if you could move your application to the forum we have it would be great!
http://collincorporation.co.cc/index.php register there and just copy the application.

- Mash Collin
Contabile

[].Richard.[]

The website monetioned cannot be found at my browser search.

[Josh_White]

I would ask you first, are you sure to join the legal family, as we know you was already applying and have withdrawned application, cause of application in Stracci Family..

Soo Decide before is too late

[].Richard.[]

I would ask you first, are you sure to join the legal family, as we know you was already applying and have withdrawned application, cause of application in Stracci Family..

Soo Decide before is too late

I have already decided. I have been thinking much and came to a consluction.

[GhostMan]

Who here is good with photoshop I need somebody to help construct my Topic for USV anyone please besides roman I know your busy I respect that

[Josh_White]

go to Media Center, Argonath Pictures and request an topic designer

[GhostMan]

I need some help with my United States Federal's Forum and a co leader Rob my good man will you help?

[Roman]

I need some help with my United States Federal's Forum and a co leader Rob my good man will you help?

I suggest you change that name of the forums... obvious reasons are that United States are considered as USA in real life..

I would not use that name, just to be safe.

[Doctor]

Missing you the Collin Family. Nice logo Roman, cheers.