Kazama
Definite Crook
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-
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.
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!
That's a picture of Henry Cavill...
No restriction on image so long as it looks appropriate (read: cyberpunk).
Read: cyberpunk. Cyberpunk as in punks of cyber. Saiba-panku. A picture of Henry Cavill, star of the recent Superman movies, is not cyberpunk.
Okay so here we go.
First order of business, you want him to be unstable. Why is everyone trying to be Maika 2? Since there's already a character that's identified by that trait, you've got the same problem that Russian guy had. You're now competing for a role. And like Mr. Russian Accent, your odds do not look good because even though you both did it, Maika did it better.
Free-runner/bullshitter
Maika 2: Maika Harder
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.
So... his only skill is that he can run pretty fast?
Weapon specialization: N/A His body is a weapon.
So you don't use guns at all. That's a bad idea. A really bad idea. All it takes is some chump seeing him before he sees them and firing off a round.
Rest in Peace Ragna
???? - 2005
Good night, sweet prince.
My professional, medical opinion so we don't put your ashes in a coffee tin and throw you into the ocean: Buy a gun.
But if we do need to throw your ashes into the ocean, Magos would make a great Walter.
"Good night, sweet prince."
Additionally, his personality is so cut and dry, it's almost like you found him in a beef jerky factory. There isn't much to him besides being reckless, horny, and apparently crazy.
Just like the Russian guy, he's too one sided. I can immediately predict pretty much every interaction I'm gonna have with him because he only has one emotional beat. It's boring and you get tired of reading it really quickly when you know exactly how he's gonna respond to the next subject. He needs more depth than just: Crazy, irresponsible, questionable sexual habits.
Additionally, you've got some grammar hiccups sprinkled through the sheet, iron those out.
The interview is a lot like his character. Bland and without any real personality. Additionally... it's not an interview. We didn't get to know them, we just saw them impress a straw man, a lot like how Artyom used his to intimidate an NPC.
Like everyone else, you're allowed to write and rewrite as many times as you want, but do know you're playing from a very ineffective angle here.