Instructions to the Applicant
The information you provide in this application will be used in the background investigation to assist in determining your suitability for the position of San Andreas Peace Officer. You must respond to all items. If a question does not apply to you, write "D.N.A." in the space provided. Deliberate misstatements or omissions can and often will result in your application being rejected.
BOTTOM LINE: You are responsible for providing complete, accurate, and truthful responses.
1. PERSONAL INFORMATION
1. FIRST NAME
Roscoe
2. MIDDLE NAME
Peter
3. LAST NAME
Smith
4. DATE OF BIRTH
Month: 01
Date: 01
Year: 1975
5. PLACE OF BIRTH
Date: 01
Year: 1975
Los Santos
6. GENDER
[X] Male
[—] Female
[—] Other
7. RACE
[—] Female
[—] Other
[—] White
[X] Black or African American
[—] Hispanic or Latino
[—] American Indian or Alaska Native
[—] Asian
[—] Filipino-American
[—] Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander
[—] None of the Above
[—] Two or More Races
8. HEIGHT & WEIGHT
[X] Black or African American
[—] Hispanic or Latino
[—] American Indian or Alaska Native
[—] Asian
[—] Filipino-American
[—] Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander
[—] None of the Above
[—] Two or More Races
In feet: 5
In inches: 10
In pounds: 170
9. MARITAL STATUS
In inches: 10
In pounds: 170
[X] Single
[—] Married
[—] Divorced
[—] Widow
[—] Legally Separated
[—] Unknown/Not Applicable
10. ADDRESS OF PRIMARY RESIDENCY
[—] Married
[—] Divorced
[—] Widow
[—] Legally Separated
[—] Unknown/Not Applicable
Street Number & Name: 430 Arbutus Street
City: Los Santos
State: San Andreas
11. PRIMARY PHONE NUMBER
City: Los Santos
State: San Andreas
163343
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2. BACKGROUND QUESTIONNAIRE
12. LEVEL OF EDUCATION
[—] Some High School
[X] High School
[—] Some College
[—] Technical College
[—] Associate's Degree
[—] Bachelor's Degree
[—] Master's Degree
[—] Doctorate
13. I HAVE A VALID SAN ANDREAS DRIVER LICENSE
[X] High School
[—] Some College
[—] Technical College
[—] Associate's Degree
[—] Bachelor's Degree
[—] Master's Degree
[—] Doctorate
[X] Yes
[—] No
[—] Unknown
[—] Not Willing to Answer
14. I AM LEGALLY ABLE TO WORK IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
[—] No
[—] Unknown
[—] Not Willing to Answer
[X] Yes
[—] No
[—] Unknown
[—] Not Willing to Answer
15. IN ADDITION TO ENGLISH, I KNOW THE FOLLOWING LANGUAGE(S)
[—] No
[—] Unknown
[—] Not Willing to Answer
None
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3. DECLARATION & ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
I, the undersigned, do herein agree that the information aforementioned is true and complete to the best of my knowledge under the penalty of perjury. I further agree and understand that the information provided will be utilized by the Los Santos County Sheriff's Department for the purposes of employment & preliminary background investigation for the position of Deputy Sheriff Trainee.
16. SIGNATURE
16. SIGNATURE
Roscoe Smith
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(( 4. OUT OF CHARACTER QUESTIONS ))
17. MY TIMEZONE & COUNTRY
-6 United States
18. MY DISCORD USERNAME
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19. LIST OF MY CURRENT CHARACTERS AND MY UCP NAME
- UCP Name: BillyW
- Character 1: Rico_Mendez
- Character 2: Jose_Gomez
- Character 3: Roscoe_Smith
Generate your record at: https://solsroleplay.com/ucp/admin_record.php
21. BACKGROUND STORY
Spoiler
Roscoe Smith grew up in a neighborhood people only talked about when something went wrong. To him, it was just home—crowded apartments, chipped paint on the walls, music echoing through open windows, and a constant awareness that trouble was never far away.
As a kid, he learned quickly how to read people. Who to avoid. When to stay quiet. When to walk away. His mother worked two jobs and did everything she could to keep him focused on school, reminding him that his environment didn’t have to define him.
“Pay attention,” she’d say. “Not just to what’s happening—but to why.”
Roscoe saw both sides of things early on. He watched neighbors look out for each other, sharing what little they had. But he also saw arguments turn into fights, and small problems grow bigger because no one stepped in the right way. When police came around, the energy shifted—sometimes relief, sometimes tension.
One night, when he was about fourteen, things got loud outside his building. A situation between two men was escalating fast. People gathered, voices rising, and it felt like it could tip over into something worse. When officers arrived, one of them didn’t rush in shouting. He spoke firmly but calmly, separating the men, lowering the temperature of the moment.
Roscoe stood off to the side, watching how quickly things changed.
It stuck with him—not the uniform, but the effect.
As he got older, Roscoe kept his head down and stayed focused. He avoided the traps that caught some of the people he grew up with, even when it wasn’t easy. The idea of law enforcement stayed in the back of his mind, growing slowly into something more serious.
By the time he reached adulthood, he understood the weight of that choice. He knew how people in his community might see him. He knew the system wasn’t perfect—far from it.
But he also knew what he had seen: moments where the right approach made all the difference.
So he made his decision.
Joining the police department wasn’t about turning his back on where he came from. It was about carrying it with him—every lesson, every observation—into a role where those experiences could actually matter.
Roscoe didn’t expect to fix everything. He just wanted to be the kind of presence he remembered from that night: steady, aware, and capable of changing how a moment turned out.
As a kid, he learned quickly how to read people. Who to avoid. When to stay quiet. When to walk away. His mother worked two jobs and did everything she could to keep him focused on school, reminding him that his environment didn’t have to define him.
“Pay attention,” she’d say. “Not just to what’s happening—but to why.”
Roscoe saw both sides of things early on. He watched neighbors look out for each other, sharing what little they had. But he also saw arguments turn into fights, and small problems grow bigger because no one stepped in the right way. When police came around, the energy shifted—sometimes relief, sometimes tension.
One night, when he was about fourteen, things got loud outside his building. A situation between two men was escalating fast. People gathered, voices rising, and it felt like it could tip over into something worse. When officers arrived, one of them didn’t rush in shouting. He spoke firmly but calmly, separating the men, lowering the temperature of the moment.
Roscoe stood off to the side, watching how quickly things changed.
It stuck with him—not the uniform, but the effect.
As he got older, Roscoe kept his head down and stayed focused. He avoided the traps that caught some of the people he grew up with, even when it wasn’t easy. The idea of law enforcement stayed in the back of his mind, growing slowly into something more serious.
By the time he reached adulthood, he understood the weight of that choice. He knew how people in his community might see him. He knew the system wasn’t perfect—far from it.
But he also knew what he had seen: moments where the right approach made all the difference.
So he made his decision.
Joining the police department wasn’t about turning his back on where he came from. It was about carrying it with him—every lesson, every observation—into a role where those experiences could actually matter.
Roscoe didn’t expect to fix everything. He just wanted to be the kind of presence he remembered from that night: steady, aware, and capable of changing how a moment turned out.
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