Kazama
Definite Crook
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Futuristic Midnight City Runners [NOW ON VHS AND LASERDISC!]
- Thread starter Kazama
- Start date
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Gradous13
King of Snek
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Sizniche
This profile is no longer in use
Gradous13
King of Snek
Alias: Machinist
Real Name: Artyom Omorov
Age: 29
Blood Type: AB Pos
Appearance:
Avtomat is tall at 6'5" with dark blond hair, Blue eyes and is built like a tank thanks to specialized prosthetics that allow him to build resistance like normal muscle but at a faster rate
Type: Vagabond Hammer; A weapons dealer that wanderers from place to place without any settled home
(However he does have a few, he just moves from safe house to safe house on a constant basis
Wanted For: Weapon trafficking, theft, property destruction
Relevant Skills: Custom firearm manufacturer and Specialist, firearms/munitions manufacture and distributor.
Weapon Specialization: Artyom carries an automatic krinkov as his primary armament with two extra mags plus the one thats already seated in the magwell on top of a drum mag that sits inside a satchel which hangs from his should and crosses his body. His sidearm is a threaded barrel CZ75 tactical in matte gray chambered in 9mm. they are simple, old world tech but they are effective, especially when they are put into his hands.
Body Mods: Artyom is damn near fully prosthetic, both legs and his right arm are prosthetic and the left fore arm along with the torso and back with reinforced parts for his vital areas. His skull has been replaced up to 65% with titanium plating
Bio: A Runner at birth, his "Parents" did the same thing as he did, gun running with an occasional killing on the side. He was born in a foreign country but they moved to the Midnight City when he was still an infant. Artyom was homeschooled by his mother who was very intelligent while his father did the dirty work. Around his seventeenth birthday Artyom's parents had been gunned down at a business meet, luckily for him, he was nowhere near the area when it happened and his existence was kept secret for the most part. now he had inherited an mass amounts of firearms and assorted munitions. Artyom already knew what to do, Sell, Buy, kill, anyone who wants to fuck with him in the wrong way, make examples of those who do and be a professional in what ever he does
Psyche Profile: Artyom is tall, big and fucking angry. He is excellent at hiding the anger and is proficient at what he does, selling firearms to anyone with cash in their pocket. He knows routes to move shipments and money around. if you have a hundred buck, he has a gun for you. Artyom is a professional when it comes down to deals but if you don't pay up front you better pay him within thirty days because Artyom has a nasty habit of destroying things, your surround sound, your big screen tv, your car it doesnt matter and thats the first week, after that its anyone you give two shits about then after them its you. The man wont stop until he has what he wants. All in all Artyom is a livid, psychotic professional. There is a decent side to him, It isnt hard to get on his good side, but its extremely easy to become number one on his "Asshats to kill" list
Three knocks come from the outside of the house, not on the door but on certain areas of the structure, firs one, the gutter drain, second knock is on the window and the last one on the door. Artyom opens the door and an average sized man walked in, he was young, around twenty five "Hey, you heard about what happened to Mikshna?" the man asked Artyom "What happened?" he asked back with an unsettling tone to his voice "Someone tortured her to death in her own home, even with others inside...the police said they were sleeping when this happened. and the fucked up part is that this was done right in the living room down the hall from where they slept, with open doors." He informed Artyom with a shaken up voice "Did... Did you do this?!" He questioned, a vile grin stretched itself across Artyom's face "I want you to know this, my comrade...Drako..." Artyom's tone was eerie and dark as he spoke
"Sit and I will tell you...It started as simple transaction, I gave thirty kalashnikov seventy fours to Mikshna, she pay in half, say to me I will have money in thirty day or less, I say OK, and she goes on way" Artyom put a cigarette to his lips that he pulled from the pack in his left shirt pocket. The tobacco glowed after it had been lit with a match "Two week notice, a reminder for her, she says I will have it soon, I say OK... now deadline arrives and I meet in person, Where is money? I say Please, I have very soon" she tell me Tomorrow, no later than ten at night I say... Well, it is now one week later, midnight and I am standing in middle of her house, in living room. I go to everyone in house and inject with tranquilizer except for Mikshna, she gets tied to chair in living room with tape across mouth, no one can hear muffled screams as I slowly cut and cauterize toes and fingers among many other things for three hour, yes Drako, it was me,but they will never know because of how I conduct myself!" Artyom laughed softly and looked dead into the young mans eyes "When it comes to my trade, if you dont pay on time, that means others are put on hold and I lose business, its only business....and yes comrade, I will make example of those who cross me"
Kazama
Definite Crook
So... we already have a gun runner application.
FTR
wrote Maika so you're throwing yourself into a competitive angle if you're trying to share the same job as her. Here's your problem: I like Maika way, WAY more than I like Artyom. Because, and I hate to break it to you, but Artyom's boring. Here are my points of critque:
- Work on your grammar, dude. Some of this was hard to read. It was inconsistent, not to mention you have very little flow in your writing. I mean:
Holy run-on sentences, Batman!
I think you mean a hundred bucks. And if you think a firearm goes for a hundred dollars, I got bad news for you, dude.
But yeah, your sheet is fraught with grammar errors which makes your chances of making the cut next to nil. Some grammar issues are fine, I get that we often make mistakes and miss them, but when they're absolutely everywhere it makes me not want to stop reading.
- His bio and personality make him out to be pretty boring. Grew up with people who killed people so now he kills people and he's mean. What else is there to him? Just from reading this I can already predict every single interaction I'm ever going to have with him because there is no depth of character here, or any hint that there's more to him than just being mean and angry. He'd flat and one sided.
- The interview was less an interview and more two paragraphs of Artyom intimidating a straw man. We learned nothing except that he tortures people and smokes cigarettes and freely admits crimes to some random dude. It's uninteresting especially because there aren't any personal touches to it. It's just an attempt that tries to make him seem intimidating, but falls flat because of terrible grammar and boring presentation. It instead backfired and makes Artyom seem like huge tool.
All in all, very low chance of making it in, especially when you're competing for that job with another character whose writer has put a lot more effort in making her seem rounded and interesting.
Everyone gets the same deal and you're free to rewrite and adjust them until you think they're viable, but they way Artyom is, his odds are not good.
Sludgemouth
The mad priest
“How are you doing today?”
“Fantastic, getting kidnapped is one of my favorite hobbies. What about you, how's your day?”
“It's just protocol, we need to asses your mood prior to beginning the session, proper. So let's start with your name.”
“Magos”
“Your real name...”
“That's as real a name as you're gonna' get out of me.”
“This is going to be much easier if you'd cooperate.”
“What is this a cop show? Next question.”
*sighs* “Where do you come from?”
“Pittsburgh.”
“Family?”
“Adoptive.”
“And how are they now?”
“I killed 'em.”
“We'll come back to that...”
“To be fair, they kinda' had it coming.”
“Indeed... So how did you begin you profession?”
“What running? I had come into possession of some illegal hardware. Found me an arms dealer and sold it.”
“Do you only run arms?”
"I started running arms exclusively, but eventually began taking more exciting jobs like heists and destruction jobs."
“And how do you like running?”
“It puts food on the table and rounds in my gun, frankly it can be quite nice if I've got a steady client. Repeat business is a good sign of success when you're a runner”
“Moving on to some lighter topics. Do you have any hobbies?”
“...What?”
“Protocol...”
“Right, hobbies. Honestly I try to focus on work as much as possible, I figure if I'm preoccupied with setting up the next run I'll be less likely to find trouble.”
“certainly you don't expect us to believe you devote the entirety of your time making runs.”
“I was getting to that. I've got a few hobbies, I guess. I like books, and I'd like to think of myself as a movie buff, I also am a fan of a nice craft beer when I can find one.”
“Going back to you family. Can you tell us about them?”
“They're dead, remember?”
“Indeed, but what happened?”
*sighs* “Where to begin... Alright so, do you remember the organization called The Steel Lorekeepers?”
“Yes, go on...”
“Well I was a Lorekeeper way back when, which explains the armor. At some point the Masters of the group got greedy and started dealing in the kinds of goods most runners won't even touch. At first it was arms, then illegal cybernetics, then drugs, and finally slave trade. They went to pretty extreme measures to keep their dealings a secret. I started doing some snooping when some friends of mine when missing. It was easy for someone like me to figure out the kind of shit they were into, since I was the one running guns for them in the first place. Now that I think about it I suppose I've been running for a while before I turned on the Lorekeepers. I'm pretty sure you can guess how the rest of this story plays out.”
“How did you single-handedly topple an organization such as that?”
“I never said I did it by myself. I was able to stage a revolt with a fair few of the other soldiers, plus some outside help from one of our clients who had shred enough of morality to take issue with what was going on.”
“I can't say that we wouldn't have felt the same as this client you've mentioned.”
“About that we thing...”
“We're not here to talk about that. You're the topic of interest currently... One last question before we're done here.”
“Shoot.”
“Your job completion rate is quite impeccable, but there appears to be one instance of delivery not completed.”
“And?”
“Could you tell us about that?”
“Sure. So the client I had mentioned earlier ended up being a pretty steady source of work, and we got on pretty well. Anyway I get this delivery for some wannabe mafia outfit, and it was pretty much a textbook run... until it came time to make the exchange.”
“So what happened?”
“They decided to get cute and try to pay with drugs. Which was strictly against policy, and if that wasn't bad enough they further decided that they weren't gonna' let me take my package back and be on my merry way. Needless to say they died, but I'd also got shot up pretty bad. I got out of there and returned the package back to my client, who'd apparently already gotten word that the deal had gone ploin shaped”
“Arms dealers are known for being less than forgiving.”
“Yeah I thought I was pretty much fucked no matter what I did. I figure the best chance I had of not getting more holes put in me was to get them their shit back and attempt to explain myself.”
“And what was enough for them?”
“Actually no, like I said my client had gotten word pretty quickly about the stunt those gangers had pulled. She was pretty pissed when she found out I'd nearly gotten myself killed when help was already on it's way. Ultimately I got a complimentary hospital visit and an ass beating from my client, but I'm still alive.”
“You got an ass beating from a woman?”
“Don't you judge me.”
“I think that will be all. Thank you for your time.”
“Fantastic, getting kidnapped is one of my favorite hobbies. What about you, how's your day?”
“It's just protocol, we need to asses your mood prior to beginning the session, proper. So let's start with your name.”
“Magos”
“Your real name...”
“That's as real a name as you're gonna' get out of me.”
“This is going to be much easier if you'd cooperate.”
“What is this a cop show? Next question.”
*sighs* “Where do you come from?”
“Pittsburgh.”
“Family?”
“Adoptive.”
“And how are they now?”
“I killed 'em.”
“We'll come back to that...”
“To be fair, they kinda' had it coming.”
“Indeed... So how did you begin you profession?”
“What running? I had come into possession of some illegal hardware. Found me an arms dealer and sold it.”
“Do you only run arms?”
"I started running arms exclusively, but eventually began taking more exciting jobs like heists and destruction jobs."
“And how do you like running?”
“It puts food on the table and rounds in my gun, frankly it can be quite nice if I've got a steady client. Repeat business is a good sign of success when you're a runner”
“Moving on to some lighter topics. Do you have any hobbies?”
“...What?”
“Protocol...”
“Right, hobbies. Honestly I try to focus on work as much as possible, I figure if I'm preoccupied with setting up the next run I'll be less likely to find trouble.”
“certainly you don't expect us to believe you devote the entirety of your time making runs.”
“I was getting to that. I've got a few hobbies, I guess. I like books, and I'd like to think of myself as a movie buff, I also am a fan of a nice craft beer when I can find one.”
“Going back to you family. Can you tell us about them?”
“They're dead, remember?”
“Indeed, but what happened?”
*sighs* “Where to begin... Alright so, do you remember the organization called The Steel Lorekeepers?”
“Yes, go on...”
“Well I was a Lorekeeper way back when, which explains the armor. At some point the Masters of the group got greedy and started dealing in the kinds of goods most runners won't even touch. At first it was arms, then illegal cybernetics, then drugs, and finally slave trade. They went to pretty extreme measures to keep their dealings a secret. I started doing some snooping when some friends of mine when missing. It was easy for someone like me to figure out the kind of shit they were into, since I was the one running guns for them in the first place. Now that I think about it I suppose I've been running for a while before I turned on the Lorekeepers. I'm pretty sure you can guess how the rest of this story plays out.”
“How did you single-handedly topple an organization such as that?”
“I never said I did it by myself. I was able to stage a revolt with a fair few of the other soldiers, plus some outside help from one of our clients who had shred enough of morality to take issue with what was going on.”
“I can't say that we wouldn't have felt the same as this client you've mentioned.”
“About that we thing...”
“We're not here to talk about that. You're the topic of interest currently... One last question before we're done here.”
“Shoot.”
“Your job completion rate is quite impeccable, but there appears to be one instance of delivery not completed.”
“And?”
“Could you tell us about that?”
“Sure. So the client I had mentioned earlier ended up being a pretty steady source of work, and we got on pretty well. Anyway I get this delivery for some wannabe mafia outfit, and it was pretty much a textbook run... until it came time to make the exchange.”
“So what happened?”
“They decided to get cute and try to pay with drugs. Which was strictly against policy, and if that wasn't bad enough they further decided that they weren't gonna' let me take my package back and be on my merry way. Needless to say they died, but I'd also got shot up pretty bad. I got out of there and returned the package back to my client, who'd apparently already gotten word that the deal had gone ploin shaped”
“Arms dealers are known for being less than forgiving.”
“Yeah I thought I was pretty much fucked no matter what I did. I figure the best chance I had of not getting more holes put in me was to get them their shit back and attempt to explain myself.”
“And what was enough for them?”
“Actually no, like I said my client had gotten word pretty quickly about the stunt those gangers had pulled. She was pretty pissed when she found out I'd nearly gotten myself killed when help was already on it's way. Ultimately I got a complimentary hospital visit and an ass beating from my client, but I'm still alive.”
“You got an ass beating from a woman?”
“Don't you judge me.”
“I think that will be all. Thank you for your time.”
Stats for nerds
Alias: Magos
Real Name: Joseph Merrick Iscariot
Age: 35
Blood Type: O -
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 lbs
Psyche profile: Magos is kind of a loner, though not by choice (he's not stinky either). It's just kind of something that happens when you murder a bunch of your friends because they turned out to be assholes. So that means that he had to spend the last several years being self reliant and getting really good at keeping boredom at bay. He first started his career as a runner soloing jobs and making it work first through careful planning and later through tons of experience (seriously this guy has probably over 200 runs on the books). Eventually Magos started taking team up jobs, it was nice he had people to not talk to, but he really couldn't find a crew that he could fit well with (was it the sword?... It was probably the sword.) Needless to say while he's kind of a lonely guy, who comes off mean and cold at first but will not hesitate to talk your ear off if you bring up subjects like movies, food, or running (seriously the dude's got a million stories to tell.). This is not to say he's friendly, but he does had a pretty long run of it (IS THAT A PUN!?) and no crew to share it with.
Runner Methodology: As mentioned before Magos carefully plans his runs prior to accepting them and again prior to actually embarking on the job. Due to his long history making runs Magos has seen a variety of teams and jobs making his experience his most valuable asset. Working in tandem with his experience is his ability to know exactly what equipment he needs to pull a job off without incident, so in spite of he preference to dress up like an old timey knight, he will forgo his armored getup if the task needs it. Magos also prefers anonymity and as such has never shown his face since becoming a runner (with the exception of a certain sexy arms dealer... don't ask he wont tell us either.) this allows him conduct logistic operations in plain clothes with impunity. He also has a knack for job preparation conducting detailed surveillance and walkthroughs of a mark before taking any action.
Type: Rider
Wanted For: Grand larceny; Robbery; Illegal distribution of firearms, explosives, and controlled technologies; Robbery; Destruction of property; Murder (duh); resisting arrest; jailbreak; terrorism
Relevant Skills: Planning, Heists, Evasion, Delivery, Paramilitary operations
Weapon Specialization: Magos is skilled in the use of a variety of weapons, but favors those prominently used by the militant arm of the now defunct Steel Lorekeepers. He maintains a small assortment of weapons allowing him to carefully tailor his loadout prior to beginning a run, as it's often more viable to carry weapons to counter the most likely threats rather than attempt to carry an entire armory at all times.
1) Stagger shot.
The MX-210 stagger shot is a large caliber pistol designed specifically for use by members of the Lorekeepers. It features unique mass reactive ammunition that triggers a secondary rocket motor to burrow the round into a target prior to detonating. Primarily used for unarmored or lightly armored targets. This weapon is regularly carried on the job due to it's authoritativeness and effectiveness. (Authoritativeness means it looks mean and goes bang good)
2) Hellion
The MG-666 Hellion is a drum fed light machine-gun, firing tungsten tipped SOST rounds with a cycling rate of 800-900 rounds per minute. Magos rarely takes this weapon on runs due to it's bulky size, but he always smiles when the DAKA machine is brought to bear
The PDR's small size and ability to be suppressed make it ideal for non-direct (covert) combat. It fires standard 5.56mm ammunition and is normally not equipped for delivery runs.
4) Castigator power sword
The castigator is a Lorekeeper exclusive weapon, it primarily functions as a symbol of office, but sports internal kinetic amplifiers making it an effective close combat weapon as well. Its size and weight make it more of an edgy bludgeon as opposed to a proper cutting implement but it gets the job done.
Gear: Due to his background Magos presents very few artificial modifications, but what he lack in bionics he makes up for in gear.
Armor of the Keepers:
essentially modern combat armor stylized to resemble that of knights of the middle ages. The armor possesses minor utility and combative features. Most notable of the armor's features are a wide range field sensor which can detect infrared and ultraviolet waves, as well as a targeting HUD which marks and highlights objects designated by the operator. Magos has also fitted a dataspike into the left gauntlet allowing him to input override commands into most commercial and private security system, allowing the disabling of security sensors, and opening doors.
Greyon:
Bio: Magos was orphaned early in life, but was eventually adopted by a member of The Steel Lorekeepers.
The Lorekeepers were a technocratic cult that worshiped technological advancement but believed that it should not compromise the human form as it was sacred. Instead they focused on technologies and augmentations that would interface with humans without requiring surgery or prosthetics. Fully indoctrinated at a young age, and peerlessly zealous Magos became a soldier in the militant arms of the Lorekeepers. He quickly ascended to the rank of magos, from which he derives his moniker.
Over the course of a decade and various changes in leadership the lore keepers had become corrupt and greedy, they began pursuing illegal enterprises. This was mostly tolerated as it made the organization wealthy but as their success and influence grew, their scruples shrank. The masters of the Lorekeepers eventually began trading in more unsavory goods (slaves...possibly slavs too). This eventually led to a revolt within the organization lead by Magos himself and when the dust (and blood) had settled the now defunct Lorekeepers were all but destroyed, with Magos being the sole claimant of their identity.
Following the Destruction of the Lorekeepers, Magos found himself with no work and many enemies. To his fortune he also had unfettered access to all manner of exclusive tech and relics, wasting as little time as possible he gathered everythign he could conceal and made for a weapons trader that he'd dealt with before. This first run became the start of a long stint of making high value deliveries and various heists during which Magos honed a variety of skills
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Sizniche
This profile is no longer in use
Alias: Condor
Real Name: Solomon Mercier
Age: 49
Blood Type: AB+
Appearance:
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Type: Background Organizer
Wanted For: Embezzlement, Fraud, Two counts of 2nd Degree Murder
Relevant Skills: Condor is a skilled tactician and planner. He is also a well-versed legal professional.
Weapon Specialization: The sniper rifle in the image. He is somewhat new to shooting, but he prefers the weapon because it allows him to view action from a distance and manage if necessary.
Body Mods: A polygraph chip in his brain left over from his work as a legal professional. It informs him of potential tells that the device detects, and can call out lies with roughly 85% accuracy on the first attempt. This accuracy gets exponentially higher with repeated exposure to the same person, as the device is designed to decipher their tells.
Bio: Solomon began life in fairly well-off family, living comfortably and learning to desire the rich man's life. He knew right out of the gate that what he wanted in life was to have this lifestyle, and, unlike many of his contemporaries that were spoiled lazy any never aspired to become much, Solomon worked hard, went to the best college he could, became a top-rate lawyer, and began working for a major company.
Of course, World War III happened, and with companies gaining more power than governments, his position was rendered meaningless. Of course, they kept him around for the purpose of essentially serving as a sock puppet, keeping up the facade as long as possible. They slashed his pay to a fraction and made him do nothing but bribe local governments to enforce bad contracts and other nonsense. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy... that he wasn't getting paid as much.
So, he started taking money from the company. And boy, did he take a lot. Then he started blackmailing regular clients for money, and started scamming potential new clients out of money. He kept taking and taking as he saw fit, even when an investigation in the office was opened up to look into it.
One late night, the company's private security was ordered to kill Solomon. Solomon knew they were onto him, though, and he caught one in the neck with a letter opener. He ran out of the building and disappeared into the lower city, adopting the new life he has now. The other security guard was killed for fucking up the hit, and now Solomon stands accused of both murders.
Psyche Profile: Cold, dry, vile. That's not how he likes his drinks, by the way; Solomon is an ethically egoistic, self-serving traitor. No matter what situation he's in, no matter how much trouble it could land him in later down the line, Solomon always opts for the path of most profit. Fortunately for his team (Or maybe fortunately for him? Any single member of the Runner team could probably kill him without a problem if he stabbed them in the back. After all, he IS just a white-collar douche who decided this was his best hope of getting by a month ago), only a sucker runs alone. Of course, as you probably know, this Machiavellian attitude isn't always tempered well; sometimes you get shot for it, sometimes your buddies get shot for it. Oh well. What matters in the end is the profit to him. Let the people starve, the cretins rot in the street, and the gangsters kill each other, as long as his living conditions can be just a little bit nicer for it.
"Tell me about yourself, and tell me about something you've done on the job.": (Work In Progress)
(I might expand on what I have so far when I'm at my computer. I don't write as much as I can on mobile for some reason.)
Real Name: Solomon Mercier
Age: 49
Blood Type: AB+
Appearance:
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Type: Background Organizer
Wanted For: Embezzlement, Fraud, Two counts of 2nd Degree Murder
Relevant Skills: Condor is a skilled tactician and planner. He is also a well-versed legal professional.
Weapon Specialization: The sniper rifle in the image. He is somewhat new to shooting, but he prefers the weapon because it allows him to view action from a distance and manage if necessary.
Body Mods: A polygraph chip in his brain left over from his work as a legal professional. It informs him of potential tells that the device detects, and can call out lies with roughly 85% accuracy on the first attempt. This accuracy gets exponentially higher with repeated exposure to the same person, as the device is designed to decipher their tells.
Bio: Solomon began life in fairly well-off family, living comfortably and learning to desire the rich man's life. He knew right out of the gate that what he wanted in life was to have this lifestyle, and, unlike many of his contemporaries that were spoiled lazy any never aspired to become much, Solomon worked hard, went to the best college he could, became a top-rate lawyer, and began working for a major company.
Of course, World War III happened, and with companies gaining more power than governments, his position was rendered meaningless. Of course, they kept him around for the purpose of essentially serving as a sock puppet, keeping up the facade as long as possible. They slashed his pay to a fraction and made him do nothing but bribe local governments to enforce bad contracts and other nonsense. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy... that he wasn't getting paid as much.
So, he started taking money from the company. And boy, did he take a lot. Then he started blackmailing regular clients for money, and started scamming potential new clients out of money. He kept taking and taking as he saw fit, even when an investigation in the office was opened up to look into it.
One late night, the company's private security was ordered to kill Solomon. Solomon knew they were onto him, though, and he caught one in the neck with a letter opener. He ran out of the building and disappeared into the lower city, adopting the new life he has now. The other security guard was killed for fucking up the hit, and now Solomon stands accused of both murders.
Psyche Profile: Cold, dry, vile. That's not how he likes his drinks, by the way; Solomon is an ethically egoistic, self-serving traitor. No matter what situation he's in, no matter how much trouble it could land him in later down the line, Solomon always opts for the path of most profit. Fortunately for his team (Or maybe fortunately for him? Any single member of the Runner team could probably kill him without a problem if he stabbed them in the back. After all, he IS just a white-collar douche who decided this was his best hope of getting by a month ago), only a sucker runs alone. Of course, as you probably know, this Machiavellian attitude isn't always tempered well; sometimes you get shot for it, sometimes your buddies get shot for it. Oh well. What matters in the end is the profit to him. Let the people starve, the cretins rot in the street, and the gangsters kill each other, as long as his living conditions can be just a little bit nicer for it.
"Tell me about yourself, and tell me about something you've done on the job.": (Work In Progress)
(I might expand on what I have so far when I'm at my computer. I don't write as much as I can on mobile for some reason.)
Kazama
Definite Crook
Sludgemouth
Sizniche
Both sheets seem incomplete so I'll wait till they're done before critiquing.
And in the meantime, I'm gonna get to work on mine. After it's done, you guys can critique me.
Do it, rip into me. Get your payback.
Sludgemouth
The mad priest
Both sheets seem incomplete so I'll wait till they're done before critiquing.
And in the meantime, I'm gonna get to work on mine. After it's done, you guys can critique me.
Do it, rip into me. Get your payback.
i put the interview in the second spoiler, and i've been making minor edits on the stats, i'm trying to fit as much relevant information into my CS while also reading everyone else's so that I don't overlap on roles too much
FTR
One Thousand Club
Does that mean we're protected from roleplace retaliation?
Both sheets seem incomplete so I'll wait till they're done before critiquing.
And in the meantime, I'm gonna get to work on mine. After it's done, you guys can critique me.
Do it, rip into me. Get your payback.
Kazama
Definite Crook
Alias: Ocelot
Real Name: James "Jim" Kavinsky
Age: 26
Blood Type: B-
Appearance:
Ocelot's running outfit is pretty simple. Keep it lightweight and keep it simple. Shoes laces tied? Check. Pants tucked in? Check. Boxing tape tight? Check and check. The most high tech thing on him is the cat mask (Not a cat! It's an ocelot! Big difference!) It's a pretty standard multi-vision face mask that special forces units use, only retrofitted to fit the feline theme. Tacky, I know.
His physique is slim but toned, because you can't really run unless you're physically fit now, can you? He tries not to take the mask off while on the job. Cause letting people see your face while running is a great way to wake up to a flash bang and a SWAT team. And let me tell you, SWAT teams are not gentle bedfellows.
Type: Wannabe Ninja
Wanted For: Breaking and Entering; Homicide; Aiding and Abetting; Public Indecency; Theft; Petty Theft; Grand Theft Auto; Burglary; Trespassing; 1st and 2nd Degree Murder; Illegal Use of a Payphone; Possession (uhhh, that ain't mine); Assault and Battery; Assaulting a Police Officer; Running.
Relevant Skills: Infiltration; CQC; Bad Jokes
For a guy who can't stop talking, he's surprisingly good at not being noticed when he doesn't want to be. His short, lightweight stature means he can get himself into smaller spaces and maneuver with ease. The sword might seem impractical, but a vibroblade comes in handy more often than one would think. He's pretty good with the sword, but by no means a master. Between you and me, it's a gimmick. He thinks it's cool, and yeah it kinda is... but dude... it's a sword.
Because it's a sword, that means it spends most of its time sheathed in favor of a firearm.
Weapon Specialization: Oooh, guns, guns, guns. Who doesn't like guns? Ocelot's used a couple throughout his career, but he's settled on a few workhorses he's taken a liking to.
The BRA-02 or 'Brat' is a PDW loosely based on the old P90 design. It fires 9x19mm rounds with a high rate of fire and features a 30 round magazine. It's admittedly a pretty sleek weapon, usually used by spec-ops and counter terrorist units around the world. Operators favor it for its ability to deliver decent stopping power with minimal recoil or loss of accuracy. Bigger than a submachine gun but smaller than a full on assault rifle, it's a good balance between firepower and weight. It can also be fitted with a silencer and subsonic ammo for covert operations.
Also, it looks pretty freakin' cool.
The SG Model 26 uses .45 ACP rounds in an 8 round magazine. It's a reliable semi-automatic that jams just a little less than its competitors, and for that reason the manufacturer charges an arm and leg for these. Bit of advice from one Runner to another... just take one off a dead officer; the MCPD's strike teams tend to use these. That's how Ocelot got his. The high caliber means there's quite a bit of kick when firing, but a few rounds will most certainly knock someone down. Like most weapons favored by operators, they're designed to accept subsonic ammo and silencers for a more stealthy approach.
Ah yes... the inevitable sword. It's a katana. Yeah, I know, I know... just bear with me.
In his defense, Ocelot's not bad with it. He's surprisingly dedicated to learning it and his efforts have given him a pretty good understanding of sword play. He's got a handful of sword, but the one he takes with him most often is the one above. The blade is a custom built H-55, a weapon that used to be handed to some of the heavily augmented Japanese special forces units back when they used swords (Yeah, Japan actually used to employ cyborg ninjas. It was cool as hell but too expensive to keep doing it). The blade is made from a reinforced titanium alloy sharpened to a near molecular point. The blade also vibrates very slightly (slight enough for its movements to actually be undetectable by the average human sense of touch) but enough that cuts are aided by the practically microscopic sawing movements. It's an expensive weapon and easily the most valuable piece of equipment in his arsenal. It's out of his league when it comes to price, that's for sure. Ocelot never actually says how he got it; or rather he changes the story every time.
There's no way to sugar coat it. Deep down, Jim is a big nerd. Big enough for him to get his hands on this sword and decide he's gonna use it and look cool or die trying.
Body Mods: Ocelot is lightly modified. Jim's never liked the idea of crazy body mods. Not enough to forego them, but enough to try and keep from going chopping any limbs off. He had a reflex enhancer installed once he could afford it and it's worked pretty well for him. It clocks his reflexes down to be a bit faster than the average human being, but there will obviously be faster combatants out there somewhere. The muscles on his arms and legs are aided by synthetic fibers woven into his natural muscle fibers. This gives him greater endurance and slightly amped strength without having to dedicate to a fully cybernetic limb; although the mod isn't as powerful as actually replacing your limb.
Bio: James "Jim" Kavinsky was born to two middle class parents who worked nine to five jobs and lived in the middle levels of the city. He actually had kind of a normal upbringing for a Runner. Went to school, got decent grades, got set up to get a job after graduating; you know, the works. Growing up, Jim was a big nerd. No seriously, he was embarrassing in high school. If someone ever found his old year book, they'd find the name James Kavinsky underneath a lanky kid with braces and bad hair. It goes without saying that Jim was kind of a loser growing up, mostly because you can't be part of your school's anime club and still expect to be cool. Yeah, Jim's a big anime fan. Thankfully near the end of his high school life he grew into his body, actually convinced himself to start exercising if for no other reason than cripplingly low self-esteem, and got rid of the braces.
After high school, he started working at a sales company and absolutely hated it. Hours were long, work was boring, and the pay wasn't that good. Especially since Jim had expensive tastes. Those sexy anime figurines they ship from Japan ain't cheap. He never thought he'd take up running until he sort of fell into it. It was supposed to be a simple job. Put this package in your briefcase, take a train, leave the package at a door, come back and get paid. Easy right? Well it was. Easy enough to do it again. And again. And then realize that sometimes it might be a bit dangerous, so he bought a gun. Then another gun. Then he started taking jobs breaking into some dude's house. Hey that wasn't so bad? He could get used to this...
Fast forward a few years and he's been running for a while now. Why keep running? Because they're releasing a summer swimsuit set of figurines and he wants all of them, because the boxed set of some obscure ecchi anime just came out, and because the J-Pop idol Star Aria might be performing in North America soon and he wants tickets.
His parents think he's still working his old office job and that he's done such a good job to get lots of promotions, which is why he's got plenty of money. What they don't know won't hurt 'em. Right?
Psyche Profile: I hope you like hearing him talk, cause Jim talks a lot. He's the kind of guy who doesn't know when to shut up. He has a sense of humor that's a little too active for its own good and a very bad sense of timing with it. He's a wise-ass and everyone knows those get annoying fast. Although, he tends to break down around his kryptonite: girls. Jim has trouble with interacting with girls. They're one of the few things that make him nervous and it takes him a while to return to his old self around one. If he's known a girl for a while, no big deal. If he's just met one, he starts to sputter. If you think that's bad, you should have seen him in high school. That was even worse.
Jim's also got a thing the more... oriental based hobbies. He's a self-proclaimed 'otaku' and consumes everything from anime, to manga, to visual novels, to figurines, to certain media we won't go into detail about because we don't want this roleplay to get labeled as ERP. He has an absurd amount of this junk. One of the biggest reasons he runs is to support his hobby. There isn't anything else on the planet that he's more passionate about.
His nerdism also pushes him to do things that he perceives as 'cool'. That's kind of why the sword is there. He's got a bit of an ego concerning himself and his combat skills, which may or may not be severely inflated. But the way he sees it, if you're gonna go out and fight dudes, you may as well look badass doing it.
"So what's something you do after a run? Many Runners have post-run rituals such as drinking at a specific place or sometimes even meditating. What's yours?"
A flashback. Ocelot leans his head out of a car, "Yeah can I get uuuuh, number 4, no tomatoes, with a large Dr. Fizz and curly fries? Oh and a small strawberry smoothie."
In the present, "Uh... meditate. I meditate."
"Can you describe to me your relationship with your team?"
Another flashback. "Has ANYONE seen the remote? My show starts in like five minutes! Huh? No, I'm not gonna use the buttons, that's what remotes are for! I swear to god, if I find it under the sofa again I'm gonna... I'm gonna be pretty mad and stuff..."
The present, "Oh we work great together! Everyone really respects me."
"Can you tell me about any interesting experiences you've had running?"
"Oh... you wanna hear stories about me huh? Well... I've got a couple..."
...
"So there I was, right? Dude comes at me with this big ass chunk of concrete. So I see him..."
"Sir."
"... and I'm like, 'Oh shit, I better dodge.' and I roll out of the way..."
"Sir!"
"... like a badass, right? And then I get up, and I swing the sword like this..."
"SIR!"
"Huh?"
"Sir, we ran out of memory two hours ago! The cameras haven't been rolling, you can stop now."
"Okay, okay, but you gotta hear this part. So I swing my sword, right? And then..."
The interviewer resists slamming his head against the desk.
...
"So... you guys like my decor?"
"The cartoon characters?"
"Anime characters, man. Anime. They're more than just cartoons, they're like... like art, you know? You guys watch any anime?"
"No."
The cameraman adds, "I kinda do."
The interviewer isn't having it, "Shut up or you're fired, Greg."
...
"And this one's a limited edition Kaneki Nya-chan Winter Edition."
"Fascinating."
"And this one over here's a mint Star Aria mini statuette. They only made like a thousand of these. Super rare. Totally worth it."
"Good for you."
"Oh and you've gotta see my mecha collection, it'll blow your mind, dude. It's in this other room, come on."
"Lucky me..."
...
"So, what do they say about me, out in the news world?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know... what kinda badass stories are there about me."
"I... there aren't really any stories. I don't think anyone really talks about Runners like that."
"Hey I'm not just any Runner man, I'm the Ocelot. Tons of people have heard of me. I'm kind of a big deal!"
"I'd literally never heard of you until I was told to perform this interview."
"What? Aw come on man, I was in the papers and everything! I was even- you know what? Let me show you."
Ocelot ducks under the desk and rummages through a box. "Where did I... there it is!" When he resurfaces, he slaps down an old newspaper on the desk.
"See? Look at that." He points to a small article near the back of the paper. There's a blurry image of a person running towards a window, but it's impossible to make out any details. The article title reads, 'Unidentified Subject Caught on Camera During Break-In'.
"That's... impressive..."
"Right? Anyway, you wanna hear about the time I beat like five guys by myself?"
"Look I need to get going, this has run on far too lo-"
"So it was a typical smash and grab kinda job, right? So I go in..."
...
Let's jam.
Real Name: James "Jim" Kavinsky
Age: 26
Blood Type: B-
Appearance:
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 172 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Hair: Black
Height: 172 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Ocelot's running outfit is pretty simple. Keep it lightweight and keep it simple. Shoes laces tied? Check. Pants tucked in? Check. Boxing tape tight? Check and check. The most high tech thing on him is the cat mask (Not a cat! It's an ocelot! Big difference!) It's a pretty standard multi-vision face mask that special forces units use, only retrofitted to fit the feline theme. Tacky, I know.
His physique is slim but toned, because you can't really run unless you're physically fit now, can you? He tries not to take the mask off while on the job. Cause letting people see your face while running is a great way to wake up to a flash bang and a SWAT team. And let me tell you, SWAT teams are not gentle bedfellows.
Type: Wannabe Ninja
Wanted For: Breaking and Entering; Homicide; Aiding and Abetting; Public Indecency; Theft; Petty Theft; Grand Theft Auto; Burglary; Trespassing; 1st and 2nd Degree Murder; Illegal Use of a Payphone; Possession (uhhh, that ain't mine); Assault and Battery; Assaulting a Police Officer; Running.
Relevant Skills: Infiltration; CQC; Bad Jokes
For a guy who can't stop talking, he's surprisingly good at not being noticed when he doesn't want to be. His short, lightweight stature means he can get himself into smaller spaces and maneuver with ease. The sword might seem impractical, but a vibroblade comes in handy more often than one would think. He's pretty good with the sword, but by no means a master. Between you and me, it's a gimmick. He thinks it's cool, and yeah it kinda is... but dude... it's a sword.
Because it's a sword, that means it spends most of its time sheathed in favor of a firearm.
Weapon Specialization: Oooh, guns, guns, guns. Who doesn't like guns? Ocelot's used a couple throughout his career, but he's settled on a few workhorses he's taken a liking to.
Also, it looks pretty freakin' cool.
Ah yes... the inevitable sword. It's a katana. Yeah, I know, I know... just bear with me.
In his defense, Ocelot's not bad with it. He's surprisingly dedicated to learning it and his efforts have given him a pretty good understanding of sword play. He's got a handful of sword, but the one he takes with him most often is the one above. The blade is a custom built H-55, a weapon that used to be handed to some of the heavily augmented Japanese special forces units back when they used swords (Yeah, Japan actually used to employ cyborg ninjas. It was cool as hell but too expensive to keep doing it). The blade is made from a reinforced titanium alloy sharpened to a near molecular point. The blade also vibrates very slightly (slight enough for its movements to actually be undetectable by the average human sense of touch) but enough that cuts are aided by the practically microscopic sawing movements. It's an expensive weapon and easily the most valuable piece of equipment in his arsenal. It's out of his league when it comes to price, that's for sure. Ocelot never actually says how he got it; or rather he changes the story every time.
There's no way to sugar coat it. Deep down, Jim is a big nerd. Big enough for him to get his hands on this sword and decide he's gonna use it and look cool or die trying.
Body Mods: Ocelot is lightly modified. Jim's never liked the idea of crazy body mods. Not enough to forego them, but enough to try and keep from going chopping any limbs off. He had a reflex enhancer installed once he could afford it and it's worked pretty well for him. It clocks his reflexes down to be a bit faster than the average human being, but there will obviously be faster combatants out there somewhere. The muscles on his arms and legs are aided by synthetic fibers woven into his natural muscle fibers. This gives him greater endurance and slightly amped strength without having to dedicate to a fully cybernetic limb; although the mod isn't as powerful as actually replacing your limb.
Bio: James "Jim" Kavinsky was born to two middle class parents who worked nine to five jobs and lived in the middle levels of the city. He actually had kind of a normal upbringing for a Runner. Went to school, got decent grades, got set up to get a job after graduating; you know, the works. Growing up, Jim was a big nerd. No seriously, he was embarrassing in high school. If someone ever found his old year book, they'd find the name James Kavinsky underneath a lanky kid with braces and bad hair. It goes without saying that Jim was kind of a loser growing up, mostly because you can't be part of your school's anime club and still expect to be cool. Yeah, Jim's a big anime fan. Thankfully near the end of his high school life he grew into his body, actually convinced himself to start exercising if for no other reason than cripplingly low self-esteem, and got rid of the braces.
After high school, he started working at a sales company and absolutely hated it. Hours were long, work was boring, and the pay wasn't that good. Especially since Jim had expensive tastes. Those sexy anime figurines they ship from Japan ain't cheap. He never thought he'd take up running until he sort of fell into it. It was supposed to be a simple job. Put this package in your briefcase, take a train, leave the package at a door, come back and get paid. Easy right? Well it was. Easy enough to do it again. And again. And then realize that sometimes it might be a bit dangerous, so he bought a gun. Then another gun. Then he started taking jobs breaking into some dude's house. Hey that wasn't so bad? He could get used to this...
Fast forward a few years and he's been running for a while now. Why keep running? Because they're releasing a summer swimsuit set of figurines and he wants all of them, because the boxed set of some obscure ecchi anime just came out, and because the J-Pop idol Star Aria might be performing in North America soon and he wants tickets.
His parents think he's still working his old office job and that he's done such a good job to get lots of promotions, which is why he's got plenty of money. What they don't know won't hurt 'em. Right?
Psyche Profile: I hope you like hearing him talk, cause Jim talks a lot. He's the kind of guy who doesn't know when to shut up. He has a sense of humor that's a little too active for its own good and a very bad sense of timing with it. He's a wise-ass and everyone knows those get annoying fast. Although, he tends to break down around his kryptonite: girls. Jim has trouble with interacting with girls. They're one of the few things that make him nervous and it takes him a while to return to his old self around one. If he's known a girl for a while, no big deal. If he's just met one, he starts to sputter. If you think that's bad, you should have seen him in high school. That was even worse.
Jim's also got a thing the more... oriental based hobbies. He's a self-proclaimed 'otaku' and consumes everything from anime, to manga, to visual novels, to figurines, to certain media we won't go into detail about because we don't want this roleplay to get labeled as ERP. He has an absurd amount of this junk. One of the biggest reasons he runs is to support his hobby. There isn't anything else on the planet that he's more passionate about.
His nerdism also pushes him to do things that he perceives as 'cool'. That's kind of why the sword is there. He's got a bit of an ego concerning himself and his combat skills, which may or may not be severely inflated. But the way he sees it, if you're gonna go out and fight dudes, you may as well look badass doing it.
...
"So what's something you do after a run? Many Runners have post-run rituals such as drinking at a specific place or sometimes even meditating. What's yours?"
A flashback. Ocelot leans his head out of a car, "Yeah can I get uuuuh, number 4, no tomatoes, with a large Dr. Fizz and curly fries? Oh and a small strawberry smoothie."
In the present, "Uh... meditate. I meditate."
"Can you describe to me your relationship with your team?"
Another flashback. "Has ANYONE seen the remote? My show starts in like five minutes! Huh? No, I'm not gonna use the buttons, that's what remotes are for! I swear to god, if I find it under the sofa again I'm gonna... I'm gonna be pretty mad and stuff..."
The present, "Oh we work great together! Everyone really respects me."
"Can you tell me about any interesting experiences you've had running?"
"Oh... you wanna hear stories about me huh? Well... I've got a couple..."
...
"So there I was, right? Dude comes at me with this big ass chunk of concrete. So I see him..."
"Sir."
"... and I'm like, 'Oh shit, I better dodge.' and I roll out of the way..."
"Sir!"
"... like a badass, right? And then I get up, and I swing the sword like this..."
"SIR!"
"Huh?"
"Sir, we ran out of memory two hours ago! The cameras haven't been rolling, you can stop now."
"Okay, okay, but you gotta hear this part. So I swing my sword, right? And then..."
The interviewer resists slamming his head against the desk.
...
"So... you guys like my decor?"
"The cartoon characters?"
"Anime characters, man. Anime. They're more than just cartoons, they're like... like art, you know? You guys watch any anime?"
"No."
The cameraman adds, "I kinda do."
The interviewer isn't having it, "Shut up or you're fired, Greg."
...
"And this one's a limited edition Kaneki Nya-chan Winter Edition."
"Fascinating."
"And this one over here's a mint Star Aria mini statuette. They only made like a thousand of these. Super rare. Totally worth it."
"Good for you."
"Oh and you've gotta see my mecha collection, it'll blow your mind, dude. It's in this other room, come on."
"Lucky me..."
...
"So, what do they say about me, out in the news world?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know... what kinda badass stories are there about me."
"I... there aren't really any stories. I don't think anyone really talks about Runners like that."
"Hey I'm not just any Runner man, I'm the Ocelot. Tons of people have heard of me. I'm kind of a big deal!"
"I'd literally never heard of you until I was told to perform this interview."
"What? Aw come on man, I was in the papers and everything! I was even- you know what? Let me show you."
Ocelot ducks under the desk and rummages through a box. "Where did I... there it is!" When he resurfaces, he slaps down an old newspaper on the desk.
"See? Look at that." He points to a small article near the back of the paper. There's a blurry image of a person running towards a window, but it's impossible to make out any details. The article title reads, 'Unidentified Subject Caught on Camera During Break-In'.
"That's... impressive..."
"Right? Anyway, you wanna hear about the time I beat like five guys by myself?"
"Look I need to get going, this has run on far too lo-"
"So it was a typical smash and grab kinda job, right? So I go in..."
...
Let's jam.
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Sludgemouth
The mad priest
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Sorry I was helping my friend move out of her apartment all day yesterday so I didn't get to the application yet, but I plan to post it tonight!
Gradous13
King of Snek
yeah, see, this is why I dont do male characters.... Blech
Gegawat
I love peanuts!
I am very much interested. I put this as my placeholder, until I work out the details of this character.
FTR
One Thousand Club
This is gonna be cool
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I know I'm excited for this! I'm currently at work doing my character application ahaha, thank god for memorial weekend so it's slow today
FTR
One Thousand Club
I love Memorial Day weekend. Base is always so lively.
I'm actually kinda curious to see someone make a leader/a bit more serious character. So far Magos seems to be the only character that kinda fits the bill. He seems like he'd be reluctant tho.
I'm actually kinda curious to see someone make a leader/a bit more serious character. So far Magos seems to be the only character that kinda fits the bill. He seems like he'd be reluctant tho.
Gegawat
I love peanuts!
WARNING! THE FOLLOWING INTRODUCTION CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
"My name is RAGNA. They call me a killer, monster, terrorist... I'm all of those things."
Alias: Ragna
Real Name: Alexander James Mercer
Age: 26
Blood Type: 0-
"My name is RAGNA. They call me a killer, monster, terrorist... I'm all of those things."
Alias: Ragna
Real Name: Alexander James Mercer
Age: 26
Blood Type: 0-
Alex is a young fellow in his mid 20s, typical alpha male, raven-black hair, blue eyes, square jaw, facial hair type controlled mess, same can be said about his hair as well. When he is not running around for his life, he wears black. Actually, he wears black all the time. He just switches out the stylish shirt for leather jacket and a hoodie.
Type: Free-runner/bullshitter
Wanted for: Making a baby to a daughter of a big time CEO, then after he found out she was going to keep the baby, performed the abortion himself. Seriously, one cannot make this shit up.
Relevant skills: He can run like hell, obviously. Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, A very nimble for a man his size, with a little help of cyber enhancements, he can run up a vertical wall. Also he can bullshit his way out of any situation. Apart from the one he was wanted for, there is no bullshitting around that.
Weapon specialization: N/A His body is a weapon. Although he had fired a gun a couple of times, he can shoot somebody if his life depended on it, but he would prefer to run towards, disarm and then kick the ass of any armed attacker.
Body Mods: Here comes the tricky part. Alex is mostly human, but due to his stupid hobby, and the dangers it possesses, he ended up having to reinforce his spine. Along his back there is an external spine, which has the same mission as his regular one - to support his body, although the artificial spine does the job a lot better. There are also several improvements along his legs, which helps him run faster, also bettering his grip to such extent, that he could run up a vertical wall.
Bio: It all started in a nice summer day, when Mr. Mercer Sr. met a random big titty police girl and we all know what happens when two people love each other. 9 months later, Trumpets played as Alex slipped out of his mother's snatch. Stillborn. Now, thanks to the advances of medical science, the doctors managed to revitalize the dead baby. But they messed up his brain to such extent, that one can say he end up completely mental. But they didn't know it back then. So, Alex was now born, he was raised to be a productive member of society... But he didn't want to. Since he started walking, he never stopped still in one place. He was always running, always jumping, always coming home bruised, scraped or bleeding, because he fell from somewhere. But that didn't stop him. He got average grades in school, all was good, he looked like he was about to be an average Joe in this world, but... One day his mother was killed, while on a raid, following some dangerous criminal, and cops ended up giving the medal to his father. One would expect a heartbreaking experience like this to cripple the mind of the now Teenage Alex, but surprisingly he didn't even bat an eye. His father, heartbroken, started drinking. Alex on the other hand was now entering a phase, being in his early teens, so he couldn't care less about others, so he just started looking for something to do, to get a quick buck very fast. Que in the Runners. With the limited info he had, he got in touch, and soon, he was running for cash, doing minor drug deliveries. This job was not only bringing in the big $$$ but also he was doing something fun. Well, it's all fun and games, until somebody looses an eye. Or in his case - a vertebra. He fell on his back, hard, thankfully, during his off time, while practicing a new stunt. After being rushed to the hospital, he was given a choice - new spine, that would cost him his savings, or wheelchair. There was nothing to chose from with Alex, and he was soon back on his feet, which got augmented as well, while he was in rehab. Now, with the new updates, he became even more effective at his job - delivering small goods in little time, no questions asked. Of course, he got the occasional time off, which he spent party hard, and as one can imagine, a trouble maker like Alex ends up in a lot of fucked up situations, like the one he has a bounty on his head because of.
Psyche Profile: Alex is... Insane. No really, he is insane. The whole stillborn thing messed him up real good since childbirth. He doesn't take shit seriously, no matter what is it. A world war? No problem. Mother died? No problem. No money for alcohol and girls? Oh, snap, we got a problem right there. The only thing Alex cares about is his male ego, alcohol, blondes, titties, and money. He is a person who doesn't care about others, only cares about himself, and how to feel good, because life is too short to stress about shit. He is careless, when it comes to taking risks, but very careful when it comes to his job. He plans his route carefully, before he runs, making sure there are no surprises on the way. But if something comes up, he is not afraid to wing it. "Live fast, die young, be a beautiful corpse. Life is too short to stay safe!" that's the logic behind his actions.
Type: Free-runner/bullshitter
Wanted for: Making a baby to a daughter of a big time CEO, then after he found out she was going to keep the baby, performed the abortion himself. Seriously, one cannot make this shit up.
Relevant skills: He can run like hell, obviously. Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, A very nimble for a man his size, with a little help of cyber enhancements, he can run up a vertical wall. Also he can bullshit his way out of any situation. Apart from the one he was wanted for, there is no bullshitting around that.
Weapon specialization: N/A His body is a weapon. Although he had fired a gun a couple of times, he can shoot somebody if his life depended on it, but he would prefer to run towards, disarm and then kick the ass of any armed attacker.
Body Mods: Here comes the tricky part. Alex is mostly human, but due to his stupid hobby, and the dangers it possesses, he ended up having to reinforce his spine. Along his back there is an external spine, which has the same mission as his regular one - to support his body, although the artificial spine does the job a lot better. There are also several improvements along his legs, which helps him run faster, also bettering his grip to such extent, that he could run up a vertical wall.
Bio: It all started in a nice summer day, when Mr. Mercer Sr. met a random big titty police girl and we all know what happens when two people love each other. 9 months later, Trumpets played as Alex slipped out of his mother's snatch. Stillborn. Now, thanks to the advances of medical science, the doctors managed to revitalize the dead baby. But they messed up his brain to such extent, that one can say he end up completely mental. But they didn't know it back then. So, Alex was now born, he was raised to be a productive member of society... But he didn't want to. Since he started walking, he never stopped still in one place. He was always running, always jumping, always coming home bruised, scraped or bleeding, because he fell from somewhere. But that didn't stop him. He got average grades in school, all was good, he looked like he was about to be an average Joe in this world, but... One day his mother was killed, while on a raid, following some dangerous criminal, and cops ended up giving the medal to his father. One would expect a heartbreaking experience like this to cripple the mind of the now Teenage Alex, but surprisingly he didn't even bat an eye. His father, heartbroken, started drinking. Alex on the other hand was now entering a phase, being in his early teens, so he couldn't care less about others, so he just started looking for something to do, to get a quick buck very fast. Que in the Runners. With the limited info he had, he got in touch, and soon, he was running for cash, doing minor drug deliveries. This job was not only bringing in the big $$$ but also he was doing something fun. Well, it's all fun and games, until somebody looses an eye. Or in his case - a vertebra. He fell on his back, hard, thankfully, during his off time, while practicing a new stunt. After being rushed to the hospital, he was given a choice - new spine, that would cost him his savings, or wheelchair. There was nothing to chose from with Alex, and he was soon back on his feet, which got augmented as well, while he was in rehab. Now, with the new updates, he became even more effective at his job - delivering small goods in little time, no questions asked. Of course, he got the occasional time off, which he spent party hard, and as one can imagine, a trouble maker like Alex ends up in a lot of fucked up situations, like the one he has a bounty on his head because of.
Psyche Profile: Alex is... Insane. No really, he is insane. The whole stillborn thing messed him up real good since childbirth. He doesn't take shit seriously, no matter what is it. A world war? No problem. Mother died? No problem. No money for alcohol and girls? Oh, snap, we got a problem right there. The only thing Alex cares about is his male ego, alcohol, blondes, titties, and money. He is a person who doesn't care about others, only cares about himself, and how to feel good, because life is too short to stress about shit. He is careless, when it comes to taking risks, but very careful when it comes to his job. He plans his route carefully, before he runs, making sure there are no surprises on the way. But if something comes up, he is not afraid to wing it. "Live fast, die young, be a beautiful corpse. Life is too short to stay safe!" that's the logic behind his actions.
The heavy panting was intensifying as Ragna was getting more and more tired. He looked up, there were still several more floors to scale. "Don't give up now, chap, you are close!" The words of encouragement escaped his mouth inbetween all the panting. He then kicked off the wall and jumped across, grabbing to the rail of the nearby terrace, pulling himself up, lunging over to solid ground. The lights on his artificial spine lit up, which meant that the battery was now completely recharged and he could continue. He checked his feet by tapping the ground a couple of times, making sure the grip was OK, before stepping back a couple of times. After making sure the distance was good, he rushed forward, running as fast as he could right for the rail. He jumped, stepped on the rail, kicking off, further boosting his momentum, landing perpendicular to the next building, clinging to the wall. With now freshly powered up mechanical grippers, he started running up, making a short work of the couple of stories that were remaining. Once on top, he took the time to look at the city. He was on top of the world, and despite the chilly wind, he felt really good, just like that one time he was smacking the ass of that CEO's daughter. But this time it was different. This time it was work, and no pleasure. Which brought him to the other question - who in their right mind would want to meet up in a place like this? Well, Alex liked the place, but he doesn't count, since he is not with his right mind. He looked around, but there was nobody in sight. "Sigh... I guess I ran up here for nothing!" he thought, having another look around. "At least the view is nice!" He mumbled, crossing his arms. "I am glad you enjoy it!" A voice behind him echoed, causing Alex to jump. He turned around, holding his fists like he was about to get crazy with the person. There was nobody in sight. "Cool! I finally lost it completely, and am now hearing voices!" Alex raised an eyebrow. "You are not, kid!" The voice echoed again, causing Alex to look closely in the direction he thought the voice was coming from. Now that he looked closely, he could see the distortion, caused by the optic camouflage. "Gee wilikers, Mister, you scared the crap out of me!" Alex mocked the person, not dropping his guard. "Why don't you show your face now? I like to see who I'm talking to. Unless it's a woman, then all I want to see is backside!"
The person on the other side disengaged the camouflage. "I have to admit, I am surprised you made it here this quick!" The man, looked like somebody skinned a man, then replaced his muscle fibers with carbon. Cyber enhanced, no doubt. And it was that enhancement that allowed him to be invisible. Obviously. "Enough with the chit-chat, let's talk business. I have your..." Alex interrupted the man, reaching into his satchel that was strapped over his shoulder, pulling out some device, with unknown purpose. "...whatever that thing is!" He handed the device to the man. "And with this my job here is done! That would be eighteen fifty..." He started to name his price on completed delivery, but the man cut him off. "Of course, of course, but we are not done yet. I want to know something!" The man retrieved the device and just threw it over his shoulder, causing Alex to raise another eyebrow. "What the fuck, man!? I just busted my ass to bring this here, why the hell?"
"No, you didn't bust your ass to bring this thing here, you busted your ass to bring yourself up here. Because I am not interested in this antique mobile phone that doesn't even work." The man explained. "I was interested in you."
"Sorry, bud, you are not my type!" Alex replied to that, ready to leave, but the man interrupted him once more. "Tell me, why did you agree to come here then?" The man asked. "Simple. You give me job, you give me money, I do shit for you, no questions asked. That's my number one rule!" He replied, being a bit irritated that this whole job was a bust. But his interest was piqued. "So what if I tell you to kill somebody?" The man asked in return. "Hm, I would say no!" Alex answered. He was many things, but he was not a killer. "So you won't kill?" The man asked. "No, I won't! But don't get me wrong, if somebody pulls a gun on me, I won't hesitate to break his hand and then shove this gun so far up his throat that I will tickle his asshole with the barrel!" Alex replied, causing the man to chuckle. "I like you kid, you have spirit. But there is something you lack." He reached into his thigh, which opened up, exposing an envelope. "Here's your money!" The man handed the envelope to Alex. "Also, there is an address inside. If you ever find out what it is you are lacking, you come here. Who knows, you mind end up getting a lot more than you bargained for!" As soon as the envelope was in Alex's hands the man's outlines started blurring, and soon he was invisible again. Alex stood up there, looking around, then at the envelope, then around again, then at the envelope again. Opening it, he saw the money, the address, nothing more. But he was still a bit bothered by this whole situation. "The thing you lack?" He mumbled, closing the envelope once more, placing it into his bag. He looked back at the city, taking a moment to admire the view. "Man, fuck that! Time for vodka and hookers!" He smiled, and jumped off the edge, sliding down to his next destination - Yellow flag - the bar where one could find the cheapest drinks in town!
Kazama
Definite Crook
I'm going to be making a sort of 'handler' character who'll sit at a console far away and feed us info. I'm reluctant to make a 'leader' character and give one person reign over the entire team. I'm happier with the handler type character that'll instruct us, but we work together as a team after that.
Like Charlie's Angels, except we're not supermodels.
FTR
One Thousand Club
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I love peanuts!
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