If you need to know, I'm applying for the police force on a SA-MP (San Andreas Multiplayer) Roleplaying server and I have to write a biography for my character.
Life biography, Hah, didn't know I'd have to write this. Well, where to start, where to start…I guess from the very beginning. I was born in Carcer City. I never met my mother because she left me, my father, and my sister when I was born. As everyone knows, Carcer City isn’t a very nice place. Crime was very bad when I was growing up there. My father made me carry a switchblade whenever I took the bus to school. Bad thing is I had to use it too many times. I tried my best in School, getting decent marks, but all in all, I barely graduated High School. After getting out of High School, my sister had made up her mind that she was dumping me and my father and moving to San Andreas. I thought she was quite the…uh…can I say bitch on this? Anyway, I had to stay with my father, he needed help after all that had happened, he was stabbed on my 18 birthday and lost all control from his waist down. We couldn’t even afford a damn wheelchair at the time. Well, my sister did what she said she was going to do. She bought a plane ticket and left us. It took quite the toll on both of us, but we held in there. Life was okay for a while, well, at least for being in Carcer City and living off of 11 dollars an hour. But, just a few years ago, I got a phone call from “someone”, he said my sister was killed. I was shocked and quickly grabbed my things and got in my car. I drove all the way to San Andreas; I was quite determined to get to my sister, even if she WAS dead. When I got there, I found her car and a radio. Apparently, little Angie, my sister, was part of a gang called UMO. I was very angry at…my sister and myself for letting her do this. She was part of a feud with another gang called Foxx, a hit was placed on Angie’s head…and…they succeed with the hit. Right now, I’m sitting in an Internet café, typing this out. I hope you accept me so you can have one more member who will stop things like this from happening. Thanks for reading.
Mhm :v:
Less of the "..." 's you're doing
Haha, oh god the title, I feel like such an idiot now
Its a san andreas roleplay server, This might be too good for them.
Life biography, huh? Hah, didn't know I'd have to write this. Well, I guess I'll start at the very beginning. I was born in Carcer City. I never met my mother because she left me, my father, and my sister when I was born. Crime was pretty bad when I was growing up there. As everyone knows, Carcer City isn’t a very nice place. Drugs, gangs, mobsters getting out on bail- all the clichés. My father made me carry a switchblade whenever I took the bus to school. I had to use it too many times. Tried my best in school, got decent enough marks, but all in all, I barely graduated High School. After finally getting out of that place, my sister had made up her mind that she was dumping me and my father and moving to San Andreas. I thought she was quite the…uh…can I say bitch on this? Anyway, I chose to stay with my father. He needed help. After all that had happened to us, he was stabbed on my 18th birthday and lost all control from the waist down. We couldn’t even afford a damn wheelchair at the time. Well, my sister did what she said she was going to do. She bought a plane ticket and left us. It took quite the toll on both of us, but we held in there. Life was okay for a while. Well, as okay as it ever gets in Carcer City on eleven dollars an hour. But a few years ago, I got a phone call from “someone." He said my sister was killed. I was shocked and quickly grabbed my things and got in my car. I drove all the way to San Andreas; I was quite determined to get to my sister, even if she WAS dead. When I got there, I found her car and a radio. Apparently, little Angie was part of a gang called UMO. I was so angry at my sister, but especially at myself for letting her do this. Letting her get into trouble. She got involved in the feud with another gang called Foxx. A hit was placed on Angie’s head, and they succeeded. Right now, I’m sitting in a dinky, run-down internet café on fifth, typing this out. I hope you accept me so you can have one more member who will stop things like this from happening. Thanks for reading.
Okay. That might be a little bit better. I think you could do better on the, "I hope you accept me..." sentence, since there's got to be a more powerful reason than, "stop things like this from happening." Or at least a better way to phrase it. Hope that helps!
so much drama ...
[QUOTE=Penultimate;35980992]Life biography, huh? Hah, didn't know I'd have to write this. Well, I guess I'll start at the very beginning. I was born in Carcer City. I never met my mother because she left me, my father, and my sister when I was born. Crime was pretty bad when I was growing up there. As everyone knows, Carcer City isn’t a very nice place. Drugs, gangs, mobsters getting out on bail- all the clichés. My father made me carry a switchblade whenever I took the bus to school. I had to use it too many times. Tried my best in school, got decent enough marks, but all in all, I barely graduated High School. After finally getting out of that place, my sister had made up her mind that she was dumping me and my father and moving to San Andreas. I thought she was quite the…uh…can I say bitch on this? Anyway, I chose to stay with my father. He needed help. After all that had happened to us, he was stabbed on my 18th birthday and lost all control from the waist down. We couldn’t even afford a damn wheelchair at the time. Well, my sister did what she said she was going to do. She bought a plane ticket and left us. It took quite the toll on both of us, but we held in there. Life was okay for a while. Well, as okay as it ever gets in Carcer City on eleven dollars an hour. But a few years ago, I got a phone call from “someone." He said my sister was killed. I was shocked and quickly grabbed my things and got in my car. I drove all the way to San Andreas; I was quite determined to get to my sister, even if she WAS dead. When I got there, I found her car and a radio. Apparently, little Angie was part of a gang called UMO. I was so angry at my sister, but especially at myself for letting her do this. Letting her get into trouble. She got involved in the feud with another gang called Foxx. A hit was placed on Angie’s head, and they succeeded. Right now, I’m sitting in a dinky, run-down internet café on fifth, typing this out. I hope you accept me so you can have one more member who will stop things like this from happening. Thanks for reading.
Okay. That might be a little bit better. I think you could do better on the, "I hope you accept me..." sentence, since there's got to be a more powerful reason than, "stop things like this from happening." Or at least a better way to phrase it. Hope that helps![/QUOTE]
Thanks, yeah this is a lot better. The "Why should we accept you?" part has a whole other part that I didn't show. A mod can close this thread now...
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