Hmm, flamer thrower what a great idea...Now to implement it *takes a few mins to figure it out*...Yay for rails \o/Shadowstar38 said:
Well if I get picked I shall do my best ^^
So glad my sheet was fine spent ages on it *phew*
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Well if I get picked I shall do my best ^^
So glad my sheet was fine spent ages on it *phew*
I feel -horribly- undergeared. But my guess is we won't be starting with any weapons, if we're being transported to a prison. I need to use more tech otherwise._.
Granted though, by not mentioning too much stuff for starters, I can improvise a bit if you introduce any tech or specific weapons during the RP. Sounds just as fun! Not sure what would exist in 2200 and my mind keeps drifting to Warhammer 40k consistently. But that doesn't fit entirely.
Granted though, by not mentioning too much stuff for starters, I can improvise a bit if you introduce any tech or specific weapons during the RP. Sounds just as fun! Not sure what would exist in 2200 and my mind keeps drifting to Warhammer 40k consistently. But that doesn't fit entirely.
In terms of tech, Think more towards Dues Ex or Ghost in the Shell. Holograms, robotic limbs, and maybe plasma weapons.Ganath said:
Warhammer is more space based, so that universe would be far more advanced.
@Shadowstar38 Just wondering if there's anything you might want me to change about my character sheet?
Aye. That's what I meant by it doesn't fit entirely. I guess what I could picture existing might be a monemolecular..whatsitcalled chainsword and perhaps, melta related tech. Which is basically superheated air, or something such. I didn't draw much inspiration from W40k for this particular RP though. Also, I'm afraid I have little experience with Deus Ex and even less with Ghost in the shell. But Holograms, robotic limbs and plasma weapons all give a good picture.Shadowstar38 said:
Edit: And suddenly, I remembered the good ol' railgun. Always loved that as a futuristic-ish weapon.
Name: Anthony Frederick
Code name: AM or FM (depending on the job)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short Black Hair, Viridian Bionic Eyes, and fair skin colour.
-> Six foot seven inches tall and Average Weight.
Clothes: Black long sleeve shirt, Black cargo pants, Black steel toed boots, a bullet proof vest, and a black hooded cloak.
Occupation: Hacker (Data Thief)
Arrest Charges: Breaking and Entering, Cyber Warfare, Data Theft, Hacking, Murder, Terrorism, Theft.
Tech modifications: Has had extensive neurological modifications.
-> Has had his immune system augmented with nanotechnology.
-> Has had his left arm replaced with a bionic one.
--> It has a prong to connect to USB (equivalent) or similar ports.
--> Has an antenna-like function.
--> Has a wrist computer built in.
-> Has had his eyes replaced with bionic equivalents.
-> Systems that are equivalent to life support, including a built in automatic defib unit.
-> Several misc. systems common to the puppetmasters leadership are spread throughout his body.
Gene modifications: Back up vital organs, Double Jointed, Improved Immune System.
Weapons: A Gauss Shotgun, a Gauss Machine Pistol, and a modified cattle prod/taser.
Equipment: A laptop, a tool kit, ammuntion, batteries, and stim gear.
Bio: Due to complications during his augmentation, about nineteen years of his life has dissapeared from his mind.
His gang had been formed from the remnants of gangs that had been torn apart by Sebastian's efforts, and he had been involved in a gang known as the puppetmasters before their leader tried to sell them out to Sebastian, about 90% of the gang rebelled against this.
He was the leader of a hacking team in his gang, assault teams cleared the building they work on, the hacking team moves in and begins work, a defense team moves in to fortify the site while the team works, and the assault team falls back to sweep the building on their way to cover the extraction when it occurs.
What they generally did was essentially anti-government terrorism. Anthony had apparently been working with them before the operation that destroyed his memory, so he didn't question his new boss.
When he got caught, the assault team had been slaughtered, the hacking team had been drawn in, and the sentry team had been shot down on their way in. Anthony had been shot through his knees as his team was slaughtered around him. He was only caught because he was wounded, his gun had jammed, and they were blasting emp's in his direction. About a day later he heard that the rest of the gang had met similar fates to his team.
One of his skills includes the ability to hack people's wetware, forcing them to commit suicide, or if their wetware isn't advanced enough for what is essentially mind control he overloads it in an attempt to fry their brains.
Code name: AM or FM (depending on the job)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short Black Hair, Viridian Bionic Eyes, and fair skin colour.
-> Six foot seven inches tall and Average Weight.
Clothes: Black long sleeve shirt, Black cargo pants, Black steel toed boots, a bullet proof vest, and a black hooded cloak.
Occupation: Hacker (Data Thief)
Arrest Charges: Breaking and Entering, Cyber Warfare, Data Theft, Hacking, Murder, Terrorism, Theft.
Tech modifications: Has had extensive neurological modifications.
-> Has had his immune system augmented with nanotechnology.
-> Has had his left arm replaced with a bionic one.
--> It has a prong to connect to USB (equivalent) or similar ports.
--> Has an antenna-like function.
--> Has a wrist computer built in.
-> Has had his eyes replaced with bionic equivalents.
-> Systems that are equivalent to life support, including a built in automatic defib unit.
-> Several misc. systems common to the puppetmasters leadership are spread throughout his body.
Gene modifications: Back up vital organs, Double Jointed, Improved Immune System.
Weapons: A Gauss Shotgun, a Gauss Machine Pistol, and a modified cattle prod/taser.
Equipment: A laptop, a tool kit, ammuntion, batteries, and stim gear.
Bio: Due to complications during his augmentation, about nineteen years of his life has dissapeared from his mind.
His gang had been formed from the remnants of gangs that had been torn apart by Sebastian's efforts, and he had been involved in a gang known as the puppetmasters before their leader tried to sell them out to Sebastian, about 90% of the gang rebelled against this.
He was the leader of a hacking team in his gang, assault teams cleared the building they work on, the hacking team moves in and begins work, a defense team moves in to fortify the site while the team works, and the assault team falls back to sweep the building on their way to cover the extraction when it occurs.
What they generally did was essentially anti-government terrorism. Anthony had apparently been working with them before the operation that destroyed his memory, so he didn't question his new boss.
When he got caught, the assault team had been slaughtered, the hacking team had been drawn in, and the sentry team had been shot down on their way in. Anthony had been shot through his knees as his team was slaughtered around him. He was only caught because he was wounded, his gun had jammed, and they were blasting emp's in his direction. About a day later he heard that the rest of the gang had met similar fates to his team.
One of his skills includes the ability to hack people's wetware, forcing them to commit suicide, or if their wetware isn't advanced enough for what is essentially mind control he overloads it in an attempt to fry their brains.
Looks like a good game.
Seems all is well with my character sheet. Should there be nothing else, I'll be waiting over here for the results.
Name: Caspian Garrett
Code Name: Geist
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Caspian is a tall man, standing at around 6'3'' and weighing at around 160lbs; despite being thin looking, due to his years in a carnival he has a muscular frame. He has dark grey hair with a white streak along the right side which is worn in a single ponytail; and his eyes are a mixture of light grey and golden colours.
When not fighting, you'll find Caspian in a respectible suit which is compromsied of a dark violet shirt, black tie and waiscoat, and fingerless gloves; which allow him to weild his weapons with more dexterity. Several additions are made when fighting, such as a long leather coat which belonged to his father. It has been modified to allow several pieces of his equipment, and a bulletproof vest.
Occupation: Mercenary/Assassin For Hire
Arrest Charges: Murder, Theft, Property Damage
Tech/Gene Modifications: None
Weapons:
- Spectre M4 [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spectre_M4] (Modified with silencer and red dot sight)
- Twin FN Five-Seven Pistol [ http://splintercell.wikia.com/wiki/Five-seveN#USG_Model]
- Microfilament Wires
- Mother's Sword
Equipment:
- Cloaking device
- Wrist mounted computer
- Locket with his parents picture in it
- Lockpick device
- Smoke Grenades
- EMP Grenades
Biography:
Caspian was a child born from people who were experts in the art of combat; his father was a huntsman who was originally part of the British armed forces, whilst his mother was a trained swordsman; Both were respected people of their chosen professions, but had fallen from grace when Sebastian Black came to power, and for reasons they had kept to themselves. To help avoid being found by his hired militia, the family became part of a travelling carnival.
For the first twenty years of his life, Caspian learned social skills from helping to run the carnival, often being cited as friendly and polite, but also a kind gentlemen; something he picked up from his father. He has also learned the skills that had made his parents famous, whilst learning a few of his own. Despite not going to school, he recieved a standard education, learning much about the world around him, and Caspian was fascinated by it. His rather pleasant life changed on his 21st birthday.
The day was like any other day at the carnival, people were enjoying all the various sideshows and attractions; when suddenly armed men showed up, and began searching for people who onced belonged to gangs, as the carnival occasionally helped people who were on the run to at least hide for a while. Soon as some were discovered, guns began to fire, and the once joyful day turned into a battleground. Despite seeming peaceful, the carnival folk were armed and ready for action.
Caspian was ordered by his parents to run away, to try and survive; despite initial objections, he escaped, but not without taking out a few of the SWAT members with his newfound weapon, microfilament wires. He returned a few hours later, to discover the carnival in tatters, and his parents killed. Very few things remained from his former life; his mother's sword, the coat his father wore, a locket with his parents picture in it, and the clothes he wore. After giving them an impromptu funeral, he left the area, and began to travel seeking revenege against Sebastian Black and his militia.
For the next nine years he worked as a mercenary, fighting the battles that gangs felt were too dangerous; all the while gaining a reputation as someonce who could be deadly and quiet, and because of it he earned the nickname Geist. Despite his reputation, he always retained a sense of deceny, and only killed who was necessary. Black has apparently kept his eye on him, seeing the potential that Caspian had; and repeatledy tried to recruit him, and every time Caspian refused, this made him even more of a wanted man.
His apparent luck had come to an end, whilst during a contract to take out a rival gang in England, he was caught. He tried fighting his way out, but realised that the odds were stacked against him, even with his experience, and he quietly surrended; dropping his weapons to the ground.
Code Name: Geist
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Caspian is a tall man, standing at around 6'3'' and weighing at around 160lbs; despite being thin looking, due to his years in a carnival he has a muscular frame. He has dark grey hair with a white streak along the right side which is worn in a single ponytail; and his eyes are a mixture of light grey and golden colours.
When not fighting, you'll find Caspian in a respectible suit which is compromsied of a dark violet shirt, black tie and waiscoat, and fingerless gloves; which allow him to weild his weapons with more dexterity. Several additions are made when fighting, such as a long leather coat which belonged to his father. It has been modified to allow several pieces of his equipment, and a bulletproof vest.
Occupation: Mercenary/Assassin For Hire
Arrest Charges: Murder, Theft, Property Damage
Tech/Gene Modifications: None
Weapons:
- Spectre M4 [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spectre_M4] (Modified with silencer and red dot sight)
- Twin FN Five-Seven Pistol [ http://splintercell.wikia.com/wiki/Five-seveN#USG_Model]
- Microfilament Wires
- Mother's Sword
Equipment:
- Cloaking device
- Wrist mounted computer
- Locket with his parents picture in it
- Lockpick device
- Smoke Grenades
- EMP Grenades
Biography:
Caspian was a child born from people who were experts in the art of combat; his father was a huntsman who was originally part of the British armed forces, whilst his mother was a trained swordsman; Both were respected people of their chosen professions, but had fallen from grace when Sebastian Black came to power, and for reasons they had kept to themselves. To help avoid being found by his hired militia, the family became part of a travelling carnival.
For the first twenty years of his life, Caspian learned social skills from helping to run the carnival, often being cited as friendly and polite, but also a kind gentlemen; something he picked up from his father. He has also learned the skills that had made his parents famous, whilst learning a few of his own. Despite not going to school, he recieved a standard education, learning much about the world around him, and Caspian was fascinated by it. His rather pleasant life changed on his 21st birthday.
The day was like any other day at the carnival, people were enjoying all the various sideshows and attractions; when suddenly armed men showed up, and began searching for people who onced belonged to gangs, as the carnival occasionally helped people who were on the run to at least hide for a while. Soon as some were discovered, guns began to fire, and the once joyful day turned into a battleground. Despite seeming peaceful, the carnival folk were armed and ready for action.
Caspian was ordered by his parents to run away, to try and survive; despite initial objections, he escaped, but not without taking out a few of the SWAT members with his newfound weapon, microfilament wires. He returned a few hours later, to discover the carnival in tatters, and his parents killed. Very few things remained from his former life; his mother's sword, the coat his father wore, a locket with his parents picture in it, and the clothes he wore. After giving them an impromptu funeral, he left the area, and began to travel seeking revenege against Sebastian Black and his militia.
For the next nine years he worked as a mercenary, fighting the battles that gangs felt were too dangerous; all the while gaining a reputation as someonce who could be deadly and quiet, and because of it he earned the nickname Geist. Despite his reputation, he always retained a sense of deceny, and only killed who was necessary. Black has apparently kept his eye on him, seeing the potential that Caspian had; and repeatledy tried to recruit him, and every time Caspian refused, this made him even more of a wanted man.
His apparent luck had come to an end, whilst during a contract to take out a rival gang in England, he was caught. He tried fighting his way out, but realised that the odds were stacked against him, even with his experience, and he quietly surrended; dropping his weapons to the ground.
EDIT: Added the biography.
This was one hell of a list to narrow down, but here's the people that got in.
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You can expect the first Post of the game thread soon.7moreDead said:
*Mentally prepares himself to enter the circle of criminals*...This can only end well! Looking forward to it. Sadly, gonna go to bed for this evening. Got a mild headache approaching. Hope I won't be too off on the initial post! Will check in the morning eitherway.
Yes. I had to cap the number of guys to a manageable number, and these character jut ended up working better for me.IceStar100 said:
[HEADING=2]Chapter One: Welcome to the Syndicate[/HEADING]
April 11, 2204. 3:44 am. Location undisclosed.
The shadowy figure of a man stood alone in the empty, warehouse-like facility. It looked pitch black in the dead of night, with the only light coming from the small computer in front of him. He pressed a button on the keyboard, and a red beam of light shot up, forming into the image of a young man wearing goggles and holding a laptop. The man on the hologram began to speak in a quick an enraged tone.
"Damn it Chuck. Why didn?t you tell me what the hell kind of files you had me looking into?! My cover was nearly blown?
"Because I knew you?d get all skittish on me like you are now. Did you get what I sent you for at any rate??
"Oh yeah. I got em all right. Uploading them know?, the hologram taped way at his laptop, causing a green light to flash on the console. ?I narrowed it down to 40 possible guys. I highlighted possible high risk assets?
"Those are my favorite ones. Contact X2 and let him know I?m coming with a few guests?
"Alright. But the flight with the last load of these guys touches down this week. You?ll only have 2 days to get ready?
"More than enough time?
The shadowy figure pressed another key on the computer. It not only made the hologram fade, but caused the computer to explode in a shower of sparks.
___________________________________________________________________________
April 13, 2204. 12:43 pm. France. East of Domfort.
The rain was starting to come down hard on the men standing outside the prison transfer buses. Heavily armed soldiers marched around the desolate road, waiting for signs of trouble. The regular officers were busy at work making sure the criminals were secured before the drive. An officer dressed in special blood red armor stood on top of the third bus; surveying the roads with his scoped rifle. He called out to the offices as soon as he saw a flash of light on the horizon.
"Consulter les garçons vivants. Notre cargaison est à venir po"
The Officer jumped down off the bus as the soldiers took formation. Approaching rather quickly down the road, were 2 GIPN armored transport vehicles. The first one stopped within 20 feet of the armed personel, and a uniformed police officer stepped out.
"Cpt. Reese. Nous avons le dernier des condamnés dans le besoin de transport."
"Bon. Apportez-le et laissez les choses au mouvement."
Each of the prisoners were dragged out one by one. Those brought in from other countries had an electronic translator forcibly shoved into their ear. The Captain addressed them, screaming over the thunder that was starting to erupt over head.
"Welcome criminals. It seems that each and every one of you were brought in here on the personal orders of Prime Minister Black. As such, you are now being transport to our Finest prison, where you will live out the rest of your worthless lives. Have a nice trip."
An Officer placed his stun baton on the neck of the nearest prisoner, and had each of the load on to the third transport bus. Some of the convicts among the roll were. Byron Black, Robin Frost, Oliver Walder, Jacob Williams, Abigail Grace, Calvin Greene, Calcifer Immelman, Stefan Almberg, Edmond Mustakraken, and Caspian Garrett.
They all took there seats on the bus, hands shackled in their handcuffs, as the buses took off for the hour long ride to their new homes.
April 11, 2204. 3:44 am. Location undisclosed.
The shadowy figure of a man stood alone in the empty, warehouse-like facility. It looked pitch black in the dead of night, with the only light coming from the small computer in front of him. He pressed a button on the keyboard, and a red beam of light shot up, forming into the image of a young man wearing goggles and holding a laptop. The man on the hologram began to speak in a quick an enraged tone.
"Damn it Chuck. Why didn?t you tell me what the hell kind of files you had me looking into?! My cover was nearly blown?
"Because I knew you?d get all skittish on me like you are now. Did you get what I sent you for at any rate??
"Oh yeah. I got em all right. Uploading them know?, the hologram taped way at his laptop, causing a green light to flash on the console. ?I narrowed it down to 40 possible guys. I highlighted possible high risk assets?
"Those are my favorite ones. Contact X2 and let him know I?m coming with a few guests?
"Alright. But the flight with the last load of these guys touches down this week. You?ll only have 2 days to get ready?
"More than enough time?
The shadowy figure pressed another key on the computer. It not only made the hologram fade, but caused the computer to explode in a shower of sparks.
___________________________________________________________________________
April 13, 2204. 12:43 pm. France. East of Domfort.
The rain was starting to come down hard on the men standing outside the prison transfer buses. Heavily armed soldiers marched around the desolate road, waiting for signs of trouble. The regular officers were busy at work making sure the criminals were secured before the drive. An officer dressed in special blood red armor stood on top of the third bus; surveying the roads with his scoped rifle. He called out to the offices as soon as he saw a flash of light on the horizon.
"Consulter les garçons vivants. Notre cargaison est à venir po"
The Officer jumped down off the bus as the soldiers took formation. Approaching rather quickly down the road, were 2 GIPN armored transport vehicles. The first one stopped within 20 feet of the armed personel, and a uniformed police officer stepped out.
"Cpt. Reese. Nous avons le dernier des condamnés dans le besoin de transport."
"Bon. Apportez-le et laissez les choses au mouvement."
Each of the prisoners were dragged out one by one. Those brought in from other countries had an electronic translator forcibly shoved into their ear. The Captain addressed them, screaming over the thunder that was starting to erupt over head.
"Welcome criminals. It seems that each and every one of you were brought in here on the personal orders of Prime Minister Black. As such, you are now being transport to our Finest prison, where you will live out the rest of your worthless lives. Have a nice trip."
An Officer placed his stun baton on the neck of the nearest prisoner, and had each of the load on to the third transport bus. Some of the convicts among the roll were. Byron Black, Robin Frost, Oliver Walder, Jacob Williams, Abigail Grace, Calvin Greene, Calcifer Immelman, Stefan Almberg, Edmond Mustakraken, and Caspian Garrett.
They all took there seats on the bus, hands shackled in their handcuffs, as the buses took off for the hour long ride to their new homes.
Accepted characters
Name: Calvin Greene
Code name: Ringbearer. A nickname he received in his gang, owing to the fact that he wears the ring of the first man he killed on a chain around his neck.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, about 5'11". Caucasian, fair hair, pale, slightly pasty skin, one green eye and one blue. Stocky build. Usually wears denim and t-shirts, rarely anything more formal. Always wears a gold ring on a silver chain around his neck.
Combat gear consists of a black kevlar vest, guards for the knees and elbows, all worn under civilian clothes and a pair of light boots. Weapons are carried in pieces in a bag in the case of larger weapons or holstered around his body.
Occupation: Hitman
Arrest Charges: Murder, breaking and entering, forgery, identity theft
Modification: Enhanced vision through bionic eyes
Weapons: Custom made .308 sniper rifle, revolver
Equipment: Set of lockpicks
Bio: Born in Dublin, Ireland. Parents moved to France after 2 years. Progressed normally through school and displayed reasonable academic prowess. Was severely bullied in High School, and several incidences of revenge on Calvin's part are on the record as "extremely sadistic" and the violence in the acts showed signs of being premeditated. These acts led to expulsion from school at age 17.
Calvin then ran away from home and lived destitute for 2 years. He began doing work carrying drugs to buyers for the Double Zero's gang, though he was not regarded as a member in full by the gang's higher echelons. When he asked to be let into the gang properly, he was told to kill the leader of a rival, smaller gang as his initiation. He returned with the leader's ring as proof 8 hours later.
As an initiate, he was tasked with killing members of other gangs and it emerged that his preferred method was to snipe them in a public area, as he claimed the ensuing chaos aided his escape.
He soon rose to be one of the gang's top hitmen and began to take on higher level jobs. When Sebastian Black came into power, the Double Zero's resisted the change to the one faction system. When Black's militia began making life hard for them, Calvin began receiving orders to take out members of the militia and Black's political party.
When told to kill Black's party secretary, he was apprehended on his way out of the building he had taken the shot from. He shot 3 police officers as he attempted to escape, but he failed to kill any of them and he was caught soon thereafter, suffering a mild concussion as the result of being hit with a baton during his arrest. He was sentenced to 60 years imprisonment.
Code name: Ringbearer. A nickname he received in his gang, owing to the fact that he wears the ring of the first man he killed on a chain around his neck.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, about 5'11". Caucasian, fair hair, pale, slightly pasty skin, one green eye and one blue. Stocky build. Usually wears denim and t-shirts, rarely anything more formal. Always wears a gold ring on a silver chain around his neck.
Combat gear consists of a black kevlar vest, guards for the knees and elbows, all worn under civilian clothes and a pair of light boots. Weapons are carried in pieces in a bag in the case of larger weapons or holstered around his body.
Occupation: Hitman
Arrest Charges: Murder, breaking and entering, forgery, identity theft
Modification: Enhanced vision through bionic eyes
Weapons: Custom made .308 sniper rifle, revolver
Equipment: Set of lockpicks
Bio: Born in Dublin, Ireland. Parents moved to France after 2 years. Progressed normally through school and displayed reasonable academic prowess. Was severely bullied in High School, and several incidences of revenge on Calvin's part are on the record as "extremely sadistic" and the violence in the acts showed signs of being premeditated. These acts led to expulsion from school at age 17.
Calvin then ran away from home and lived destitute for 2 years. He began doing work carrying drugs to buyers for the Double Zero's gang, though he was not regarded as a member in full by the gang's higher echelons. When he asked to be let into the gang properly, he was told to kill the leader of a rival, smaller gang as his initiation. He returned with the leader's ring as proof 8 hours later.
As an initiate, he was tasked with killing members of other gangs and it emerged that his preferred method was to snipe them in a public area, as he claimed the ensuing chaos aided his escape.
He soon rose to be one of the gang's top hitmen and began to take on higher level jobs. When Sebastian Black came into power, the Double Zero's resisted the change to the one faction system. When Black's militia began making life hard for them, Calvin began receiving orders to take out members of the militia and Black's political party.
When told to kill Black's party secretary, he was apprehended on his way out of the building he had taken the shot from. He shot 3 police officers as he attempted to escape, but he failed to kill any of them and he was caught soon thereafter, suffering a mild concussion as the result of being hit with a baton during his arrest. He was sentenced to 60 years imprisonment.
Name: Bryon Black
Code name: Spider
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: He his 1.90 metres tall, of medium build 90 kg. He has brown spiky hair as well as brown eyes. Byron wears a black suit with a white shirt, black silk tie and black loafers. He also has a good pair of black shades which are enhanced to make targeting easier. Underneath his shirt he wears a Kevlar Bulletproof Vest as well as holsters where he stashes his weapons and knifes. Finally he has a foot holster where he stashes one knife. He carries his sniper rifle in a small briefcase ready for assembly at any time.
Occupation: Assassin/ Gun for hire.
Arrest Charges: Murder, Arson, Attempted Murder, Robbery, Identity Fraud, Vandalism, Kidnapping and Piracy.
Tech/gene modification: Enhanced Shades which aid targeting as well as several modifications to his sniper rifle.
Weapons: Cheytac XRS.408 cal Sniper Rifle with modified magazines which hold 60 bullets so reloading is never a problem. This also comes with a bipod and silencer for maximum effectiveness. He also has 2 Glock G72 Semi-Automatic Laser Pistols with Silencers.
Equipment: A set of flash bangs as well as a pair of night vision goggles.
Bio: Born in Paris, France. He was one of the two children in the Black family along with his brother Sebastian. Did excellent in school and went to England to attend Oxford University. He was bullied and picked on at Oxford by the rich people, who did not like a ?commoner? amongst them. He soon left the University but not before burning down the whole of the Boys Dormitories.
It was here that he was accused of murder and arson but he did not care. A gang, Hell?s Spiders heard of his cold blooded nature and decided to enlist him. So at the age of 20 Byron was invited to prove his worth to the gang by assassinating a random person. Byron proved his worth. He did more than that. He shot the gang leader in the head.
?There you go? Byron said coldly.
?This is a disgrace you kill random people for fun??
?You know what else we do for fun? We kill traitors!? that was the last thing the thug ever said. Flowing in between them he shot left and right bodies dropped. The ones that remained ran but Byron was too fast for them and threw his knifes after them. They soon joined their friends.
This endeavour did not go unnoticed and soon he was receiving contracts from all over the place. One of his most interesting contracts he received was to kill a businessman on his own private yacht. He infiltrated the yacht, stealthy took out the guards and kidnapped the businessman?s family. As the man surrendered to Byron, the costal guard surrounded the boat. Byron shot the man in the head and strapped C4 explosives onto the family of the deceased man. Finally he told them to run to the coastal guards and as soon as they had made contact Byron jumped into the water and swam underwater detonating the C4 ensuring his escape.
Up until this point his brother Sebastian was happy to let Byron take out his targets as sometimes Byron would make some of Sebastian?s political enemies ?disappear?. However once Sebastian became France?s Prime Minister the people made it clear that Sebastian should first and foremost deal with his brother Byron. Byron was watching the news when he saw his brother?s speech.
?I have promised to protect you from gang violence and criminals and that is what I shall do! To prove to you that I am not lying I have just sentenced my brother Byron Black, who stands accused of murder as well as other things to be arrested on sight and to be killed by lethal injection!?
Once Byron heard this there was a knock at the door. ?Police! Open up! Byron Black we know you?re in there!? Byron grappled himself to the balcony bar and jumped down. He was freefalling 30 floors but stopped just in time to avoid the ground. He cut himself loose and started his life on the run.
A week later he heard a rumour that his brother was supposed to attend a charity ball. He decided that that?s when he will strike and get his revenge. But he failed! As he was about to enter the building opposite a policeman spotted him. In 60 seconds the hole of the street was filled with policemen. Byron released the flash bangs from his vest and opened fire on the police men. After killing 7 of them he ran out of bullets and only armed with his knife he tried to make a run for it but was stopped with a water cannon.
He was sent to a maximum security prison where he was to await his execution.
Code name: Spider
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: He his 1.90 metres tall, of medium build 90 kg. He has brown spiky hair as well as brown eyes. Byron wears a black suit with a white shirt, black silk tie and black loafers. He also has a good pair of black shades which are enhanced to make targeting easier. Underneath his shirt he wears a Kevlar Bulletproof Vest as well as holsters where he stashes his weapons and knifes. Finally he has a foot holster where he stashes one knife. He carries his sniper rifle in a small briefcase ready for assembly at any time.
Occupation: Assassin/ Gun for hire.
Arrest Charges: Murder, Arson, Attempted Murder, Robbery, Identity Fraud, Vandalism, Kidnapping and Piracy.
Tech/gene modification: Enhanced Shades which aid targeting as well as several modifications to his sniper rifle.
Weapons: Cheytac XRS.408 cal Sniper Rifle with modified magazines which hold 60 bullets so reloading is never a problem. This also comes with a bipod and silencer for maximum effectiveness. He also has 2 Glock G72 Semi-Automatic Laser Pistols with Silencers.
Equipment: A set of flash bangs as well as a pair of night vision goggles.
Bio: Born in Paris, France. He was one of the two children in the Black family along with his brother Sebastian. Did excellent in school and went to England to attend Oxford University. He was bullied and picked on at Oxford by the rich people, who did not like a ?commoner? amongst them. He soon left the University but not before burning down the whole of the Boys Dormitories.
It was here that he was accused of murder and arson but he did not care. A gang, Hell?s Spiders heard of his cold blooded nature and decided to enlist him. So at the age of 20 Byron was invited to prove his worth to the gang by assassinating a random person. Byron proved his worth. He did more than that. He shot the gang leader in the head.
?There you go? Byron said coldly.
?This is a disgrace you kill random people for fun??
?You know what else we do for fun? We kill traitors!? that was the last thing the thug ever said. Flowing in between them he shot left and right bodies dropped. The ones that remained ran but Byron was too fast for them and threw his knifes after them. They soon joined their friends.
This endeavour did not go unnoticed and soon he was receiving contracts from all over the place. One of his most interesting contracts he received was to kill a businessman on his own private yacht. He infiltrated the yacht, stealthy took out the guards and kidnapped the businessman?s family. As the man surrendered to Byron, the costal guard surrounded the boat. Byron shot the man in the head and strapped C4 explosives onto the family of the deceased man. Finally he told them to run to the coastal guards and as soon as they had made contact Byron jumped into the water and swam underwater detonating the C4 ensuring his escape.
Up until this point his brother Sebastian was happy to let Byron take out his targets as sometimes Byron would make some of Sebastian?s political enemies ?disappear?. However once Sebastian became France?s Prime Minister the people made it clear that Sebastian should first and foremost deal with his brother Byron. Byron was watching the news when he saw his brother?s speech.
?I have promised to protect you from gang violence and criminals and that is what I shall do! To prove to you that I am not lying I have just sentenced my brother Byron Black, who stands accused of murder as well as other things to be arrested on sight and to be killed by lethal injection!?
Once Byron heard this there was a knock at the door. ?Police! Open up! Byron Black we know you?re in there!? Byron grappled himself to the balcony bar and jumped down. He was freefalling 30 floors but stopped just in time to avoid the ground. He cut himself loose and started his life on the run.
A week later he heard a rumour that his brother was supposed to attend a charity ball. He decided that that?s when he will strike and get his revenge. But he failed! As he was about to enter the building opposite a policeman spotted him. In 60 seconds the hole of the street was filled with policemen. Byron released the flash bangs from his vest and opened fire on the police men. After killing 7 of them he ran out of bullets and only armed with his knife he tried to make a run for it but was stopped with a water cannon.
He was sent to a maximum security prison where he was to await his execution.
Name: Robin Frost
Code name: Snow
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Average height slightly under weight, very thin with numerous twitches and tics. Being albino her hair (though main might be more appropriate) is snow white, as is her skin. Her eyes are a mix of blood red and wine purple. Her left arm is clearly robotic a jet black sleek surface with a few lights. It?s got the full four fingers and a thumb but no attempt has been made to make it look at all natural. She wears a very fancy pair of glasses, originally she started to wear them to correct a small sight defect but they?ve been upgraded many times to the point they can now overlay information and even allow her to see in colour.
She doesn?t put much work into her appearance happy to wear fairly uninteresting clothes. On the job she usually wears black or other cameo gear depending on where her target is. Her clothes are simple, so as not to impede movement or make too much noise.
Occupation:
Assassin and infiltrator first and foremost but she dabbles in robotics and explosives so when the people she?s working for can?t afford an actual scientist she?s happy to step in.
Arrest Charges:
Murder, destruction of property, hacking, theft of information and possession of illegal weapons.
Tech/gene modification:
Glasses (to allow her to see in colour and generally improve her vision) but they aren?t actually attached to her. As well as her left arm is robotic, allowing for improved weapon handling so she can manage recoil natural twitch. The arm also has a grappling function built in allowing her to help climb up buildings and a special magnetic grip for added strength.
Weapons:
Primarily she carries a pair of six shooters designed to fire a range of custom ammunition, from explosive rounds to magnetically charged ones to ones designed to pierce the thickest defences.
As a secondary weapons she uses drones and a mix of explosives and traps. The drones are essentially very basic AIs in disposable bodies, for example spider mines or a temporary camera/ turret. They are very simple when acting on their own but she can use the glasses she wears to connect to them.
Equipment:
Her bionic arm has been fitted with many additions to allow her to tinker with both physical machinery and programs.
Bio:
Born in Australia towards the end of the 22nd century Robin grew up out in the wilds of the country far from the any city. Her family had always been hunters experienced at surviving in the outback; they?d gained a reputation for defying the city gang?s influence. Many would try to take power only to lose to the wilds and end up eaten most probably.
Unfortunately Robin wasn?t like the rest of her family, born as they put it ?weak? because of her colour blindness and generally blurry vision. Her attempts to strike out and prove herself ended early with the loss of her arm.
Treatment where she grew up was limited so her father left the family to travel with her to the capital. Of course by now it was much more gang run, the same gangs her family had been ensuring didn?t reach too far into the outback.
This made things interesting to say the least; she needed to learn to move without attracting attention, to get in and out without leaving traces and to not leave survivors. Eventually she adapted to her new arm and her father having grown to respect her survival skills in such stressful conditions meant she was encouraged to come back with her now old father.
But no, she?d changed. For one having tech become part of her through both the arm and glasses and experiencing the fast pace of city life had led to a new found fascination with the technical, she was solving problems with her mind and tools that her natural strengths never could have.
However you can?t completely remove the bush from anyone, she lived by the wild laws, never bothering with earning a living. What she wanted she took and what she wanted dead she dealt with.
The authorities soon noticed her but her methods, her ways of always staying distant by using drones and other remote traps made her notoriously hard to catch. In the end however she met her match, wolf they called her, a mad woman and a dangerous one to boot. Her madness defied any of Robin?s usually meticulous planning and her sheer determination got her much closer than Robin was comfortable with.
In the end it came down to a fight across the sky line and eventually back into the wilds. There?s no telling how many bodies or smouldering creators were left in the wake of the battle. Robin had to use every trick in her book and even then wolf lived, if not for a single spider Robin wouldn?t be alive.
When the authorities found her by wolf?s body Robin had lost any fight the time being. She submitted to their arrest and didn?t even question the excommunication.
Code name: Snow
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Average height slightly under weight, very thin with numerous twitches and tics. Being albino her hair (though main might be more appropriate) is snow white, as is her skin. Her eyes are a mix of blood red and wine purple. Her left arm is clearly robotic a jet black sleek surface with a few lights. It?s got the full four fingers and a thumb but no attempt has been made to make it look at all natural. She wears a very fancy pair of glasses, originally she started to wear them to correct a small sight defect but they?ve been upgraded many times to the point they can now overlay information and even allow her to see in colour.
She doesn?t put much work into her appearance happy to wear fairly uninteresting clothes. On the job she usually wears black or other cameo gear depending on where her target is. Her clothes are simple, so as not to impede movement or make too much noise.
Occupation:
Assassin and infiltrator first and foremost but she dabbles in robotics and explosives so when the people she?s working for can?t afford an actual scientist she?s happy to step in.
Arrest Charges:
Murder, destruction of property, hacking, theft of information and possession of illegal weapons.
Tech/gene modification:
Glasses (to allow her to see in colour and generally improve her vision) but they aren?t actually attached to her. As well as her left arm is robotic, allowing for improved weapon handling so she can manage recoil natural twitch. The arm also has a grappling function built in allowing her to help climb up buildings and a special magnetic grip for added strength.
Weapons:
Primarily she carries a pair of six shooters designed to fire a range of custom ammunition, from explosive rounds to magnetically charged ones to ones designed to pierce the thickest defences.
As a secondary weapons she uses drones and a mix of explosives and traps. The drones are essentially very basic AIs in disposable bodies, for example spider mines or a temporary camera/ turret. They are very simple when acting on their own but she can use the glasses she wears to connect to them.
Equipment:
Her bionic arm has been fitted with many additions to allow her to tinker with both physical machinery and programs.
Bio:
Born in Australia towards the end of the 22nd century Robin grew up out in the wilds of the country far from the any city. Her family had always been hunters experienced at surviving in the outback; they?d gained a reputation for defying the city gang?s influence. Many would try to take power only to lose to the wilds and end up eaten most probably.
Unfortunately Robin wasn?t like the rest of her family, born as they put it ?weak? because of her colour blindness and generally blurry vision. Her attempts to strike out and prove herself ended early with the loss of her arm.
Treatment where she grew up was limited so her father left the family to travel with her to the capital. Of course by now it was much more gang run, the same gangs her family had been ensuring didn?t reach too far into the outback.
This made things interesting to say the least; she needed to learn to move without attracting attention, to get in and out without leaving traces and to not leave survivors. Eventually she adapted to her new arm and her father having grown to respect her survival skills in such stressful conditions meant she was encouraged to come back with her now old father.
But no, she?d changed. For one having tech become part of her through both the arm and glasses and experiencing the fast pace of city life had led to a new found fascination with the technical, she was solving problems with her mind and tools that her natural strengths never could have.
However you can?t completely remove the bush from anyone, she lived by the wild laws, never bothering with earning a living. What she wanted she took and what she wanted dead she dealt with.
The authorities soon noticed her but her methods, her ways of always staying distant by using drones and other remote traps made her notoriously hard to catch. In the end however she met her match, wolf they called her, a mad woman and a dangerous one to boot. Her madness defied any of Robin?s usually meticulous planning and her sheer determination got her much closer than Robin was comfortable with.
In the end it came down to a fight across the sky line and eventually back into the wilds. There?s no telling how many bodies or smouldering creators were left in the wake of the battle. Robin had to use every trick in her book and even then wolf lived, if not for a single spider Robin wouldn?t be alive.
When the authorities found her by wolf?s body Robin had lost any fight the time being. She submitted to their arrest and didn?t even question the excommunication.
Name: Edmond Mustakraken
Code name: Doctor
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", 182 lbs, slender build, common Caucasian skin, dark haired dreadlocks reaching past his shoulders, besides his favorite dark green lab coat enjoys wearing long jackets and dark clothes, black formal pants with tennis shoes, occasionally wears hats of all varieties.
Occupation: Doctor, Prosthetic artisan, Bio-chemist
Arrest Charges: Organ Harvesting, Assault, Possession of Illegal Tech and Viral Components
Tech/gene modification: Has done significant medical reconstruction on himself to improve upon what he considered "imperfect". X-Ray and thermal vision, minor sub-dermal plating, consistent immunity to hazardous chemicals (inhalation/ingestion/etc.), neural links for ease of use software integration, micro processor capable of generating up to 600 joules.
Weapons: Knives, Toxic fumes/liquids, Taser-Modified handgun.
Equipment: General surgical instruments, Thick long dark green lab coat adorned with pockets and pouches (capable of withstanding stabbing, minor fire/electrical damage, stain-proof), Bio-chemistry tools, and Mechanical maintenance equipment.
Bio: Born in Norway, raised in Ireland. As a child, Edmond Mustakraken did not enjoy playing with others and instead spent his time tearing apart bugs and completing his school work. His father was distant and his mother hardly took notice of his accomplishments. At the age of 7 his father left him and his mother to fend for themselves. After years of depression Edmond's mother succumbed to alcohol poisoning. 10 years of age and abandoned by much of society Edmond fled from his legal guardian and was taken in by a local gang, he began running their goods for a living. Within 4 years he earned enough money to enlist to a medical university after acing a comprehensive testing process.
9 years of Medical University studies and gang activity instilled Dr.Mustakraken with knowledge necessary to run his own clinic in the slums of France. Besides performing surgery on gang war victims and the occasional personal autopsy's his business involved the buying and selling of organs, prosthetic's, and drugs of all kinds. Making a name for himself quickly got the doctor recognized by Sebastian's Militia who began searching for him. Weeks later Mustakraken's clinic was raided by the militia, they found him two hands deep into a patients abdomen during surgery.
The Doctor informed his assailants he was going to finish his surgery then comply to their orders. The militia who immediately refused were treated with a paralyzing nerve gas present in the operating room.
"I did not ask if I may finish, I'm telling you I'm going to."
Afterwards the doctor was taken away, charged with assault, organ harvesting, and possession of illegal tech and viral components.
Code name: Doctor
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", 182 lbs, slender build, common Caucasian skin, dark haired dreadlocks reaching past his shoulders, besides his favorite dark green lab coat enjoys wearing long jackets and dark clothes, black formal pants with tennis shoes, occasionally wears hats of all varieties.
Occupation: Doctor, Prosthetic artisan, Bio-chemist
Arrest Charges: Organ Harvesting, Assault, Possession of Illegal Tech and Viral Components
Tech/gene modification: Has done significant medical reconstruction on himself to improve upon what he considered "imperfect". X-Ray and thermal vision, minor sub-dermal plating, consistent immunity to hazardous chemicals (inhalation/ingestion/etc.), neural links for ease of use software integration, micro processor capable of generating up to 600 joules.
Weapons: Knives, Toxic fumes/liquids, Taser-Modified handgun.
Equipment: General surgical instruments, Thick long dark green lab coat adorned with pockets and pouches (capable of withstanding stabbing, minor fire/electrical damage, stain-proof), Bio-chemistry tools, and Mechanical maintenance equipment.
Bio: Born in Norway, raised in Ireland. As a child, Edmond Mustakraken did not enjoy playing with others and instead spent his time tearing apart bugs and completing his school work. His father was distant and his mother hardly took notice of his accomplishments. At the age of 7 his father left him and his mother to fend for themselves. After years of depression Edmond's mother succumbed to alcohol poisoning. 10 years of age and abandoned by much of society Edmond fled from his legal guardian and was taken in by a local gang, he began running their goods for a living. Within 4 years he earned enough money to enlist to a medical university after acing a comprehensive testing process.
9 years of Medical University studies and gang activity instilled Dr.Mustakraken with knowledge necessary to run his own clinic in the slums of France. Besides performing surgery on gang war victims and the occasional personal autopsy's his business involved the buying and selling of organs, prosthetic's, and drugs of all kinds. Making a name for himself quickly got the doctor recognized by Sebastian's Militia who began searching for him. Weeks later Mustakraken's clinic was raided by the militia, they found him two hands deep into a patients abdomen during surgery.
The Doctor informed his assailants he was going to finish his surgery then comply to their orders. The militia who immediately refused were treated with a paralyzing nerve gas present in the operating room.
"I did not ask if I may finish, I'm telling you I'm going to."
Afterwards the doctor was taken away, charged with assault, organ harvesting, and possession of illegal tech and viral components.
Name: Jacob Williams
Code name: Thunder
Age: 44
Gender: male
Appearance: Jacob is very tall (6?6) and is also very muscled (200lbs). He has short black grizzled hair and dark brown eyes he also has black short stubbles, he has a few wrinkles. He wears his armor at all time, when he is't in combat he has the mask open. And when he is alone with friends he usually wears a leather jacket with leather pants and black shoes. He carries his machine gun on his back and his knife hidden inside his armor on the left side. He wears his handgun on his right hip. He looks very intimidating. His nose has a crack in the middle of it, showing where it was broken a long time ago. He also has a scar on his right cheek from a bullet that grazed him. Next to that he has even more scars, he has one from a bullet wound in his right shoulder, 2 small stab scars somewhere on his stomach and quite a big scar running down his chest from a butcher knife.
Occupation: Right hand man of red eye. Second in command in the Reavers gang. His job is keeping order inside the gang and leading the troops into battle when they fight rival gangs.
Arrest Charges: 25 charges of murder.
Tech/gene modification: His arms have been modified making him able to create lightning in his hands. This ability is quite simple to explain they have brought the tech of an taser into his body. It took 5 years of research and allot of money but know he can create 'lightning' in his hands whenever he wants. And he is completely immune to any kind and any dose of electricity. And he has an communicator built into his right ear. Which can only be linked to an identical one which is built into Red eye's ear. It always works no matter how far apart they are.
Weapons: He wears 3 weapons at all time. First up is his machine gun the guns is always silenced and carries 5 different kind of ammunition can hold up to 100 rounds. Second is his pistol almost always equipped with an silencer can hold about 30 rounds, and third his knife while it may not look like much it has a special type of metal in it which allows it to store electricity so even the smallest cut will give you a very heavy shock.
Equipment: A flashlight, a basic med kit, Loads of ammo and his armor.
Bio: Jacob was born into a cop family his father was a cop his grand father was also a cop growing up he always wanted to be a cop. He was always the biggest in the class he started doing all kinds of physical training and other sports from a young age. The sports that he participated in where rugby, wrestling and boxing and Judo.
Jacob enjoyed high school he was quite popular for his athletic abilities and got just high enough grades to pass. He was the star of the rugby team as well as an excellent wrestler and boxer and good in Judo he also started participating in a new sport Taekwondo. He also joined the track team hoping to work on his stamina. And went to the shooting range with his father to prepare for his job as an cop. He graduated at the age of 17.
After graduation he went to the police academy he got almost perfect scores on the physical test and enough on the academic test. With all his shooting experience he easily passed the test. He was now an cop at the age of 22. The city he worked in had quite a big gang problem and they saw how strong Jacob was so they send him down there to keep the peace. His first year went great and he got married to a woman named Jane. They moved in together and loved each other very much.
After 5 years of working the streets he had seen more violence and death then a normal person should. Jacob changed from a happy youngster into a more focused and cold adult. He had been promoted to detective in the homicide department in his first year. He had killed plenty of people during his job. With his fists, with knives, and with guns. He was asked to help with an child abduction case his superiors hoped that he could help them since they abductor fled into his neighborhood. He found him and brought him back to the station. The abductor turned out to have locked her in a room somewhere to starve. And he told them that the only way they would ever see her alive was if they let him walk. The cops began to think about taking the deal Jacob was furious he tried some persuading of his own. He broke 3 of the mans fingers and with his information managed to save the girl.
He was fired on the spot for what he did he yelled at the captain of them team. He left his gun and badge and left for good. He was now a fired 27 year old detective he went home he felt really bad but that was only the start of this day for him.
He found his best friend/partner on the force, in bed with his wife. They admitted that this relation had been going on for 4 years. Jacob exploded and grabbed his friend and started hitting him. His friend was admitted into the hospital with 2 broken ribs a broken arm and a shattered knee. They quickly divorced and he packed up his stuff and left.
He was arrested by the police for assault of his former best friend. With the money he had left he hired an good lawyer. Who managed to convince the jury that he did it all in the moment and that he didn't want his friend to suffer that much. Somehow they bought this story. He was eventually sentenced to 6 years in prison. He knew that him being a cop would mean he would be beat up allot. So he decided the only way to earn respect was seek out the strongest person in the prison and defeating them. On his first day he sought out the biggest meanest looking con and he challenged him to a fight. The con accepted and they met in the washing room. The fight was short and bloody Jacob managed to win but was covered in bruises.
The following day he was invited by one of the gang leaders in the prison. He was invited to become his right hand and protect him form any harm. Jacob accepted and became feared by all of the other cons. Most of his time was spent in the gym or fighting someone who questioned his position in the gang. He was stabbed 2 in prison but managed to survive both murder attempts. After his second murder attempt he was given a knife by his boss. Of course knives were highly illegal but this didn't stop the others so why would it stop him? His boss also said that as soon as he got out of prison he had an even better knife for him he would receive that as an gift and payment for his services.
The 4 years after that he was mostly left alone he sparred allot with other cons and spend allot of time in the gym. He learned all kinds of new moves from other inmates and also managed to earn some money on the side. After his sentence was over he grabbed his stuff and left. Only to find the knife that his former boss had given him. He was 33 at this point. Prison had changed him into an extremely violent person. He didn't care anymore for justice or really anything that used to matter to him. He broke of all contact with his family.
He however didn't know what to do with his life it was then that and old friend picked him up. He told him that he agreed with what he had done and that his former best friend was hated by most of the other cops. He then offered him his gun back which he had saved from being scrapped along with a silencer. He also offered him an job as bounty hunter. Jacob accepted but first bought equipment.
The next year was spend traveling all over the country taking down criminals wherever he went. He built quite an reputation as someone who worked fast and brutal. He picked up allot of his previous martial arts training which he had been unable to continue in prison. He also used the knife which he had been given by his boss. He managed to set up an small network of contact in case he needed something. Those contacts were either ex cops or criminals which he didn't bring in if they helped him. He used allot of different weapons and got training in repairing them.
His life completely changed again when he turned 34 he got a new job to catch a cheater who played the casinos using tricks to win allot of money. Jacob used his skills to track him down and he confronted him and told him to come with him. The man named Oliver however began to talk to Jacob and soon they were having a discussion about his job and his life.
He found out that the Oliver was a con artist and they had a little talk in which the man convinced him to become his partner in crime. Jacob wanted allot of money which he got from Oliver. Jacob accepted the deal and they ran from the cops together they became a con artist duo. They ran successfully for 3 years while they had their ups and downs, they became very good friends.
They started a gang together 7 years ago called 'The Reavers'. They focused on selling all kinds of tech. They quickly overturned the market taking quite some ground. This wasn?t without problems however, but every time a rival gang attacked they would be attacked by Thunder and his troops. The battles were bloody but the end result was always the same they won and got even more ground. 5 years ago they were finally done with some cutting edge technology Thunder had requested. It had taken allot of money and effort but after the procedure was done he could create lightning in his hands.
2 years ago there was a giant coup. Only problem was they hadn't thought of Thunder. He walked in during one of their 'secret meeting' and wiped them all out. After that the Reapers were always loyal anyone who wasn't got killed on the spot.
A couple of days ago there was an ambush set up by an different gang 25 people ambushed him. Only problem was they had no real shooting experience and Jacob was carrying a bag of new grenades he had bought for himself. After an hour of shooting he had managed to kill all of them then the militia came riding in. they had planned this and arrested him. Now he is being transported to one of the dangerous prisons awaiting his execution.
Code name: Thunder
Age: 44
Gender: male
Appearance: Jacob is very tall (6?6) and is also very muscled (200lbs). He has short black grizzled hair and dark brown eyes he also has black short stubbles, he has a few wrinkles. He wears his armor at all time, when he is't in combat he has the mask open. And when he is alone with friends he usually wears a leather jacket with leather pants and black shoes. He carries his machine gun on his back and his knife hidden inside his armor on the left side. He wears his handgun on his right hip. He looks very intimidating. His nose has a crack in the middle of it, showing where it was broken a long time ago. He also has a scar on his right cheek from a bullet that grazed him. Next to that he has even more scars, he has one from a bullet wound in his right shoulder, 2 small stab scars somewhere on his stomach and quite a big scar running down his chest from a butcher knife.
Arrest Charges: 25 charges of murder.
Tech/gene modification: His arms have been modified making him able to create lightning in his hands. This ability is quite simple to explain they have brought the tech of an taser into his body. It took 5 years of research and allot of money but know he can create 'lightning' in his hands whenever he wants. And he is completely immune to any kind and any dose of electricity. And he has an communicator built into his right ear. Which can only be linked to an identical one which is built into Red eye's ear. It always works no matter how far apart they are.
Weapons: He wears 3 weapons at all time. First up is his machine gun the guns is always silenced and carries 5 different kind of ammunition can hold up to 100 rounds. Second is his pistol almost always equipped with an silencer can hold about 30 rounds, and third his knife while it may not look like much it has a special type of metal in it which allows it to store electricity so even the smallest cut will give you a very heavy shock.
Equipment: A flashlight, a basic med kit, Loads of ammo and his armor.
Bio: Jacob was born into a cop family his father was a cop his grand father was also a cop growing up he always wanted to be a cop. He was always the biggest in the class he started doing all kinds of physical training and other sports from a young age. The sports that he participated in where rugby, wrestling and boxing and Judo.
Jacob enjoyed high school he was quite popular for his athletic abilities and got just high enough grades to pass. He was the star of the rugby team as well as an excellent wrestler and boxer and good in Judo he also started participating in a new sport Taekwondo. He also joined the track team hoping to work on his stamina. And went to the shooting range with his father to prepare for his job as an cop. He graduated at the age of 17.
After graduation he went to the police academy he got almost perfect scores on the physical test and enough on the academic test. With all his shooting experience he easily passed the test. He was now an cop at the age of 22. The city he worked in had quite a big gang problem and they saw how strong Jacob was so they send him down there to keep the peace. His first year went great and he got married to a woman named Jane. They moved in together and loved each other very much.
After 5 years of working the streets he had seen more violence and death then a normal person should. Jacob changed from a happy youngster into a more focused and cold adult. He had been promoted to detective in the homicide department in his first year. He had killed plenty of people during his job. With his fists, with knives, and with guns. He was asked to help with an child abduction case his superiors hoped that he could help them since they abductor fled into his neighborhood. He found him and brought him back to the station. The abductor turned out to have locked her in a room somewhere to starve. And he told them that the only way they would ever see her alive was if they let him walk. The cops began to think about taking the deal Jacob was furious he tried some persuading of his own. He broke 3 of the mans fingers and with his information managed to save the girl.
He was fired on the spot for what he did he yelled at the captain of them team. He left his gun and badge and left for good. He was now a fired 27 year old detective he went home he felt really bad but that was only the start of this day for him.
He found his best friend/partner on the force, in bed with his wife. They admitted that this relation had been going on for 4 years. Jacob exploded and grabbed his friend and started hitting him. His friend was admitted into the hospital with 2 broken ribs a broken arm and a shattered knee. They quickly divorced and he packed up his stuff and left.
He was arrested by the police for assault of his former best friend. With the money he had left he hired an good lawyer. Who managed to convince the jury that he did it all in the moment and that he didn't want his friend to suffer that much. Somehow they bought this story. He was eventually sentenced to 6 years in prison. He knew that him being a cop would mean he would be beat up allot. So he decided the only way to earn respect was seek out the strongest person in the prison and defeating them. On his first day he sought out the biggest meanest looking con and he challenged him to a fight. The con accepted and they met in the washing room. The fight was short and bloody Jacob managed to win but was covered in bruises.
The following day he was invited by one of the gang leaders in the prison. He was invited to become his right hand and protect him form any harm. Jacob accepted and became feared by all of the other cons. Most of his time was spent in the gym or fighting someone who questioned his position in the gang. He was stabbed 2 in prison but managed to survive both murder attempts. After his second murder attempt he was given a knife by his boss. Of course knives were highly illegal but this didn't stop the others so why would it stop him? His boss also said that as soon as he got out of prison he had an even better knife for him he would receive that as an gift and payment for his services.
The 4 years after that he was mostly left alone he sparred allot with other cons and spend allot of time in the gym. He learned all kinds of new moves from other inmates and also managed to earn some money on the side. After his sentence was over he grabbed his stuff and left. Only to find the knife that his former boss had given him. He was 33 at this point. Prison had changed him into an extremely violent person. He didn't care anymore for justice or really anything that used to matter to him. He broke of all contact with his family.
He however didn't know what to do with his life it was then that and old friend picked him up. He told him that he agreed with what he had done and that his former best friend was hated by most of the other cops. He then offered him his gun back which he had saved from being scrapped along with a silencer. He also offered him an job as bounty hunter. Jacob accepted but first bought equipment.
The next year was spend traveling all over the country taking down criminals wherever he went. He built quite an reputation as someone who worked fast and brutal. He picked up allot of his previous martial arts training which he had been unable to continue in prison. He also used the knife which he had been given by his boss. He managed to set up an small network of contact in case he needed something. Those contacts were either ex cops or criminals which he didn't bring in if they helped him. He used allot of different weapons and got training in repairing them.
His life completely changed again when he turned 34 he got a new job to catch a cheater who played the casinos using tricks to win allot of money. Jacob used his skills to track him down and he confronted him and told him to come with him. The man named Oliver however began to talk to Jacob and soon they were having a discussion about his job and his life.
He found out that the Oliver was a con artist and they had a little talk in which the man convinced him to become his partner in crime. Jacob wanted allot of money which he got from Oliver. Jacob accepted the deal and they ran from the cops together they became a con artist duo. They ran successfully for 3 years while they had their ups and downs, they became very good friends.
They started a gang together 7 years ago called 'The Reavers'. They focused on selling all kinds of tech. They quickly overturned the market taking quite some ground. This wasn?t without problems however, but every time a rival gang attacked they would be attacked by Thunder and his troops. The battles were bloody but the end result was always the same they won and got even more ground. 5 years ago they were finally done with some cutting edge technology Thunder had requested. It had taken allot of money and effort but after the procedure was done he could create lightning in his hands.
2 years ago there was a giant coup. Only problem was they hadn't thought of Thunder. He walked in during one of their 'secret meeting' and wiped them all out. After that the Reapers were always loyal anyone who wasn't got killed on the spot.
A couple of days ago there was an ambush set up by an different gang 25 people ambushed him. Only problem was they had no real shooting experience and Jacob was carrying a bag of new grenades he had bought for himself. After an hour of shooting he had managed to kill all of them then the militia came riding in. they had planned this and arrested him. Now he is being transported to one of the dangerous prisons awaiting his execution.
Name-Oliver Walder
Code Name: Red Eye
Age: 32
Personality: Hiding behind a personality full of smiles and charm Oliver uses his intelligence to charm his clients, but in reality he is an egomaniac. He thinks he is always right and hates it when people belittle him for his lack of a traditional education, because of this all his actions are centered around greed; believing that the more material wealth he would amass the more people would respect him for it. Behind the personality he shows the world, he is extremely focused towards his goals going to extremes to achieve them, if his elaborately planned con fails he will send Jacob to do a little 'Persuading' of his own without a twinge of guilt. He is antisocial using people more like things than human beings, however throughout the years Jacob has grown on him, and they have developed a strong friendship, but a little bit of mistrust still remains between them. However since the assault he has become extremely paranoid and doesn't know who he can trust.
Appearance - Oliver is a lanky man nearing 6 foot in height. He has dark brown hair cut short and parted on the left side, before his tech modifications his eye were greenish-blue in colour, but once the modifications were complete they have emitted an eerily red glow. His left arm if is modified to house the computer he uses. He has a small scar across his eyebrow and his chin from when he was kidnapped and beaten.
Occupation: Con-man, Hacker, leader of 'The Reavers'
Arrest Charges: Fraud, 25 counts of conspiracy to commit murder, hacking, forgery, identity theft, cyber warfare.
Tech/gene modification: His left arm houses the computer he uses to hack into and interface with other machines. He eyes have been replaced with mechanical eyepieces that allow him to 'see' data and interpreted as you would see a normal computer screen, using these eyes he can also since beyond the normal colour spectrum into ultraviolet and infrared. He also has the same same communicator as Jacob since he designed it. Unbeknownst to Jacob, Oliver can use this to wat connection to spy on him wherever he is.
Weapons: Carries a taser, but no other weapons
Background: From an early age his family and teachers would always describe Oliver as gifted. He showed sign of intelligence far higher than any of the other students in his class. However his parents lacked the finances to send him to the private schools where he could have excelled, instead he had to attend public schools where he felt that his efforts and intelligence wasn't recognised. He would openly mock the teachers and other students, until one day the professors in his college had the last straw and he was kicked out.
Too proud to apologise to the headmaster, he tried to find a job for himself using nothing but his wits. He soon discovered that without paperwork to show he had completed college he loathed the teachers of his collage even more and the bureaucratic hoops you had to jump through to get a respectable well earning job. He vowed to himself he would never stoop so low as to work at a fast food joint and soon turned his talents to learning to count cards so he could win his money in the various casinos in Las Vegas and later invest that 'hard earned' cash in property or the stock markets.
He found out that he was even better at counting cards then he had ever imagined, and with his wits and his luck he soon managed to raise almost one million dollars in cash. Soon his unstoppable winning streak caught the attention of the mob and the casino owners alike, he found himself with a bounty on his head and unable to slip out of his lavish hotel room unsuspiciously he panicked.
It was then that he meet Jacob, who was there to collect the bounty on his head. Luckily Oliver managed to convince him that he would be able to make much more money than a normal bounty hunter if they became partners in crime. As a show of good will he gave Jacob 60% of the money he had earned and managed to stash in an offshore account before the cops had frozen his assets. Since Jacob had nothing to give Oliver, Jacob told him he would get him out of the hotel he was cornered in. With newly form agreement Jacob smuggled Oliver out of the hotel before the cops could arrive to arrest them both.
Not being someone who's physically adept, and shies away from violence in all forms Oliver found Jacob to be the perfect partner. And since he'd only been able to rely on his wits and quick thinking since the start of his criminal activities, he now found himself to be able to start working the more difficult and dangerous 'Long-cons' with Jacob acting as support. If things went bad he would rely on Jacob to 'Persuade' the client to hand over their cash. However this runs the risk of them being caught by the police so they only do this in dire situations.
Since that day Oliver and Jacob have been working together on their cons. However that doesn't mean that they've lost any of the distrust that they shared for each other on the day the first met. On their third job when they were trying to con one of the mob bosses out of his money, by promising him to invest it, but really intending to keep it to themselves. The job went sour, with Jacob rotting in a bar somewhere, he had no way to defend himself when the mob boss called his men on him. He was kidnapped and beaten bloody, it wasn't until Jacob had found out where he was being held he could make his escape.
Soon after that incident Jacob and Oliver formed a gang called 'The Reavers' he the leader and Jacob his right hand man. Together the set up a business buying and selling illegal tech modifications on the black market. They quickly cornered the market since whenever a rival gang tried to attack and take over their territory Jacob and has force of men would fight them back. Soon enough he had set up his own R&D department and started developing his own modifications.
However since the attack Oliver has been growing more and paranoid, financing himself through his private R&D department and the few jobs he did on the side, hacking, forgery, identity theft and cyber warfare so other people wouldn't know what he was up too. He designed and created the modifications he now wears today. And so he can keep tabs on Jacob during one of his routine 'tune-ups' he secretly fitted his communicator with a tracking device and audio recorder which stream directly into the computer built into his arm.
Unable to do anything to rescue Jacob all Oliver could do was listen as his friend vowed never to reveal his location. Distracted the militia stormed into his main office unabated. Even though he saw it too late he managed through up a few force fields around his study and snuck out of the secret exit he had hidden by holograms. Unfortunately they somehow new about his counter measure and surrounded him as he tried to escape.
He let himself be arrested without a fight, on his way to his execution and reunion with Jacob he wondered who had given him away and formulated a plan to escape.
Code Name: Red Eye
Age: 32
Personality: Hiding behind a personality full of smiles and charm Oliver uses his intelligence to charm his clients, but in reality he is an egomaniac. He thinks he is always right and hates it when people belittle him for his lack of a traditional education, because of this all his actions are centered around greed; believing that the more material wealth he would amass the more people would respect him for it. Behind the personality he shows the world, he is extremely focused towards his goals going to extremes to achieve them, if his elaborately planned con fails he will send Jacob to do a little 'Persuading' of his own without a twinge of guilt. He is antisocial using people more like things than human beings, however throughout the years Jacob has grown on him, and they have developed a strong friendship, but a little bit of mistrust still remains between them. However since the assault he has become extremely paranoid and doesn't know who he can trust.
Appearance - Oliver is a lanky man nearing 6 foot in height. He has dark brown hair cut short and parted on the left side, before his tech modifications his eye were greenish-blue in colour, but once the modifications were complete they have emitted an eerily red glow. His left arm if is modified to house the computer he uses. He has a small scar across his eyebrow and his chin from when he was kidnapped and beaten.
Occupation: Con-man, Hacker, leader of 'The Reavers'
Arrest Charges: Fraud, 25 counts of conspiracy to commit murder, hacking, forgery, identity theft, cyber warfare.
Tech/gene modification: His left arm houses the computer he uses to hack into and interface with other machines. He eyes have been replaced with mechanical eyepieces that allow him to 'see' data and interpreted as you would see a normal computer screen, using these eyes he can also since beyond the normal colour spectrum into ultraviolet and infrared. He also has the same same communicator as Jacob since he designed it. Unbeknownst to Jacob, Oliver can use this to wat connection to spy on him wherever he is.
Weapons: Carries a taser, but no other weapons
Background: From an early age his family and teachers would always describe Oliver as gifted. He showed sign of intelligence far higher than any of the other students in his class. However his parents lacked the finances to send him to the private schools where he could have excelled, instead he had to attend public schools where he felt that his efforts and intelligence wasn't recognised. He would openly mock the teachers and other students, until one day the professors in his college had the last straw and he was kicked out.
Too proud to apologise to the headmaster, he tried to find a job for himself using nothing but his wits. He soon discovered that without paperwork to show he had completed college he loathed the teachers of his collage even more and the bureaucratic hoops you had to jump through to get a respectable well earning job. He vowed to himself he would never stoop so low as to work at a fast food joint and soon turned his talents to learning to count cards so he could win his money in the various casinos in Las Vegas and later invest that 'hard earned' cash in property or the stock markets.
He found out that he was even better at counting cards then he had ever imagined, and with his wits and his luck he soon managed to raise almost one million dollars in cash. Soon his unstoppable winning streak caught the attention of the mob and the casino owners alike, he found himself with a bounty on his head and unable to slip out of his lavish hotel room unsuspiciously he panicked.
It was then that he meet Jacob, who was there to collect the bounty on his head. Luckily Oliver managed to convince him that he would be able to make much more money than a normal bounty hunter if they became partners in crime. As a show of good will he gave Jacob 60% of the money he had earned and managed to stash in an offshore account before the cops had frozen his assets. Since Jacob had nothing to give Oliver, Jacob told him he would get him out of the hotel he was cornered in. With newly form agreement Jacob smuggled Oliver out of the hotel before the cops could arrive to arrest them both.
Not being someone who's physically adept, and shies away from violence in all forms Oliver found Jacob to be the perfect partner. And since he'd only been able to rely on his wits and quick thinking since the start of his criminal activities, he now found himself to be able to start working the more difficult and dangerous 'Long-cons' with Jacob acting as support. If things went bad he would rely on Jacob to 'Persuade' the client to hand over their cash. However this runs the risk of them being caught by the police so they only do this in dire situations.
Since that day Oliver and Jacob have been working together on their cons. However that doesn't mean that they've lost any of the distrust that they shared for each other on the day the first met. On their third job when they were trying to con one of the mob bosses out of his money, by promising him to invest it, but really intending to keep it to themselves. The job went sour, with Jacob rotting in a bar somewhere, he had no way to defend himself when the mob boss called his men on him. He was kidnapped and beaten bloody, it wasn't until Jacob had found out where he was being held he could make his escape.
Soon after that incident Jacob and Oliver formed a gang called 'The Reavers' he the leader and Jacob his right hand man. Together the set up a business buying and selling illegal tech modifications on the black market. They quickly cornered the market since whenever a rival gang tried to attack and take over their territory Jacob and has force of men would fight them back. Soon enough he had set up his own R&D department and started developing his own modifications.
However since the attack Oliver has been growing more and paranoid, financing himself through his private R&D department and the few jobs he did on the side, hacking, forgery, identity theft and cyber warfare so other people wouldn't know what he was up too. He designed and created the modifications he now wears today. And so he can keep tabs on Jacob during one of his routine 'tune-ups' he secretly fitted his communicator with a tracking device and audio recorder which stream directly into the computer built into his arm.
Unable to do anything to rescue Jacob all Oliver could do was listen as his friend vowed never to reveal his location. Distracted the militia stormed into his main office unabated. Even though he saw it too late he managed through up a few force fields around his study and snuck out of the secret exit he had hidden by holograms. Unfortunately they somehow new about his counter measure and surrounded him as he tried to escape.
He let himself be arrested without a fight, on his way to his execution and reunion with Jacob he wondered who had given him away and formulated a plan to escape.
Name: Calcifer Immelman
Code name: Commissar
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance: A large man standing 6 feet tall, considered a broad built man. Rather long swept back jet black hair accompanied by a pair of sideburns reaching down to the jawline. Chin and nose are rather pointed. Jade green eyes typically hidden behind a set of dark mirrored aviator sunglasses. Fair skin being from northern Europe, no distinguishable skin abnormalities besides a small mole below the left shoulder blade. Several tattoos on his back and lower legs, some 'gang' related some not.
Clothing is business attire. Black or grey suits always accompanied by a crimson red tie and his grey trilby. Very mafioso looking.
Combat gear, a bulletproof vest and a black greatcoat (His winter coat). His chainsword, scabbard and belt for them.
Occupation: Arms Dealer / Weapons Trafficker.
Arrest Charges: Weapons trafficking, money laundering, embezzlement, corruption, aiding/supplying/funding terrorism, possession of restricted firearms and ammunition, obstruction of justice and terrorism.
Tech/gene modification: Middle and index fingers of his right hand are augmented with robotics.
Weapons: 18 round recoilless Luger Mk-9 select fire pistol. Lonsdaleite teeth chainsword.
Equipment: Smartphone
Bio: Calcifer was born into the family, or gang. This made him a made man, to be groomed from a young age to one day rule in the upper echelons. He was born in Germany but raised in Poland. His father was German and mother Polish, making him a citizen of both countries. Childhood and early teen years were very lavish. Plenty of toys to play with and food to eat. At sixteen he was brought behind the doorway of the underground. Informal training was received before this time, such as how to act around the company his father kept and such. But things were much more intensive. He was taught how to use a gun, the way the family worked and all kinds of things one would be taught.
At twenty he enrolled in the Berlin School of Economics and Law at his fathers urging, earning a business degree. A notable amount of time was spent way from the shadows, Calcider knew his destiny was in the family and never shirked that. He continued under the tutelage of his uncle from this point on, working at his business (A tech security firm based in Warsaw). They used the business as a front to smuggle arms out of European countries to destinations all over the world. Which was quite easy to do when you'd access to government agencies and money to grease the wheels.
Calcifer took over the operation when his uncle went into retirement. He was only 33 but a very wise and educated man. Things went as they always did, highs and blood soaked lows when things went wrong and more than enough times they did. The robotic fingers to prove it. His 3rd decade, forged in blood, made him a very ruthless gangster. He was the guy there to deliver the product, the one to receive the payment. And if necessary the bullets. A complex but lucrative scheme than all ran aground after 8 years as head of the operation.
Calcifer was with four of his men meeting with rebels in Libya. A routine weapons delivery out in the desert. Someone neglected to mention that they'd tipped off French intelligence to the shindig. French commandos riding in on helicopters swiftly put an end to it. Calcifer just surrendered the rebels gunned down as with his associates. Whoever betrayed him would certainly pay, if by his hands or not.
A nice trip to France was arranged, but it wasn't to wine country.
Code name: Commissar
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance: A large man standing 6 feet tall, considered a broad built man. Rather long swept back jet black hair accompanied by a pair of sideburns reaching down to the jawline. Chin and nose are rather pointed. Jade green eyes typically hidden behind a set of dark mirrored aviator sunglasses. Fair skin being from northern Europe, no distinguishable skin abnormalities besides a small mole below the left shoulder blade. Several tattoos on his back and lower legs, some 'gang' related some not.
Clothing is business attire. Black or grey suits always accompanied by a crimson red tie and his grey trilby. Very mafioso looking.
Combat gear, a bulletproof vest and a black greatcoat (His winter coat). His chainsword, scabbard and belt for them.
Occupation: Arms Dealer / Weapons Trafficker.
Arrest Charges: Weapons trafficking, money laundering, embezzlement, corruption, aiding/supplying/funding terrorism, possession of restricted firearms and ammunition, obstruction of justice and terrorism.
Tech/gene modification: Middle and index fingers of his right hand are augmented with robotics.
Weapons: 18 round recoilless Luger Mk-9 select fire pistol. Lonsdaleite teeth chainsword.
Equipment: Smartphone
Bio: Calcifer was born into the family, or gang. This made him a made man, to be groomed from a young age to one day rule in the upper echelons. He was born in Germany but raised in Poland. His father was German and mother Polish, making him a citizen of both countries. Childhood and early teen years were very lavish. Plenty of toys to play with and food to eat. At sixteen he was brought behind the doorway of the underground. Informal training was received before this time, such as how to act around the company his father kept and such. But things were much more intensive. He was taught how to use a gun, the way the family worked and all kinds of things one would be taught.
At twenty he enrolled in the Berlin School of Economics and Law at his fathers urging, earning a business degree. A notable amount of time was spent way from the shadows, Calcider knew his destiny was in the family and never shirked that. He continued under the tutelage of his uncle from this point on, working at his business (A tech security firm based in Warsaw). They used the business as a front to smuggle arms out of European countries to destinations all over the world. Which was quite easy to do when you'd access to government agencies and money to grease the wheels.
Calcifer took over the operation when his uncle went into retirement. He was only 33 but a very wise and educated man. Things went as they always did, highs and blood soaked lows when things went wrong and more than enough times they did. The robotic fingers to prove it. His 3rd decade, forged in blood, made him a very ruthless gangster. He was the guy there to deliver the product, the one to receive the payment. And if necessary the bullets. A complex but lucrative scheme than all ran aground after 8 years as head of the operation.
Calcifer was with four of his men meeting with rebels in Libya. A routine weapons delivery out in the desert. Someone neglected to mention that they'd tipped off French intelligence to the shindig. French commandos riding in on helicopters swiftly put an end to it. Calcifer just surrendered the rebels gunned down as with his associates. Whoever betrayed him would certainly pay, if by his hands or not.
A nice trip to France was arranged, but it wasn't to wine country.
Name: Stefan Almberg
Code-name: Archon
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Almberg is pretty much an average healthy caucasian adult with Swedish roots and fair skin. His body has a lean athletic build to it, standing at about 5.9 feet tall. His hair is short and dark brown, lacking any remarkable features. Stefan's facial features are sharp and he can sometimes come off as looking somewhat stern despite having a younger face. His eyes have a darker blue hue to them and while usually he shaves quite often, circumstances have left him with dark stubble across his chin, lower cheeks and around his mouth.
Almberg's clothing tends to lean towards jeans and shirts you button up down the middle, often wearing a shirt you'd normally see under a suit. Since he was fired from the Police force, he no longer wears any uniform. Any armor he might wear would be light kevlar over his shirt, allowing him perfect mobility and some protection should other tech fail.
Besides all that he does have some persistent scarring from old injuries attained from his time fighting criminals. Several old bullet wounds and stab wounds have not healed properly.
Occupation: Ex-Police officer, "Reassigned".
Arrest Charges: Stefan stands accused of numerous rape charges, all which are forged to put him away. This led to his jail sentence and him getting fired, obviously.
Tech/gene modification: Almberg has not undergone any genetic modification, believing himself to be something of a purist, if anything. But his many years spent as a police officer has given him the time to work with plenty of modern technology. Giving him a wide know-how with modern tech. A personal favourite is the kinetic shield, A small portable device which generates a shield which repels a few high speed projectiles at a time. Such things have saved his life countless of times.
Weapons and Equipment: Seeing as he's going off to jail, I doubt he's armed with anything. Though I will list preferances. His weapon of choice is the handgun, any heavy set handgun works really. Almberg is fond of using shock rounds, as these are very effective at incapitating criminals. While trained in numerous weapons and their handling, nothing beats the good old baton, preferably when it's modified to shock people on hit. Equipment you'd see him favour would be teargas and concussion grenades. Anything that doesn't outright kill is fine in his books.
Biography:
Born and raised in Sweden, Stefan had a decent childhood. His parents were fair, hard working people and hardily could be considered to have had any ties to criminal organizations. So Almberg grew up unaffected by criminals, at least for the most part. Even as a child injustice always grinded his gears. Lies, false accusations, hell, even hitting girls bothered him. He would often go out of his way to expose such people even if it didn't earn him many friends. He worked his way through school like any normal kid and as he grew older he also became more exposed to the corruption and criminality that actually existed in the world.
As such, where many decided to join the festering sickness that plagued many countries, Stefan decided to fight it. Practically a young idealist he began to study law as soon as he was able, working hard until eventually he joined the Swedish police. During his career he made many arrests and shut down several operations made by criminals. Life was good and it seemed like every arrest he made turned Sweden into a more ideal country to live in but then came Sebastian Black. As his network of gangs spread, Stefan began to arrest the "wrong" people. People who he shouldn't have messed with. His constant vigilance would eventually lead to him learning things he shouldn't know and no criminal under Black's reign wanted that to happen.
With several falseified supposed victims and a brilliant setup. Stefan Almberg was charged with rape. With so much "evidence" present, Stefan could not fight the lie. His career as a police officer was swiftly met to an end and after a month of trials, he was convicted with a very long jail sentence. Now he's being sent to jail in a foreign country, for a crime he didn't commit and only justice remains on his mind, against a crook who he doesn't even know of. Not yet at least.
Code-name: Archon
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Almberg is pretty much an average healthy caucasian adult with Swedish roots and fair skin. His body has a lean athletic build to it, standing at about 5.9 feet tall. His hair is short and dark brown, lacking any remarkable features. Stefan's facial features are sharp and he can sometimes come off as looking somewhat stern despite having a younger face. His eyes have a darker blue hue to them and while usually he shaves quite often, circumstances have left him with dark stubble across his chin, lower cheeks and around his mouth.
Almberg's clothing tends to lean towards jeans and shirts you button up down the middle, often wearing a shirt you'd normally see under a suit. Since he was fired from the Police force, he no longer wears any uniform. Any armor he might wear would be light kevlar over his shirt, allowing him perfect mobility and some protection should other tech fail.
Besides all that he does have some persistent scarring from old injuries attained from his time fighting criminals. Several old bullet wounds and stab wounds have not healed properly.
Occupation: Ex-Police officer, "Reassigned".
Arrest Charges: Stefan stands accused of numerous rape charges, all which are forged to put him away. This led to his jail sentence and him getting fired, obviously.
Tech/gene modification: Almberg has not undergone any genetic modification, believing himself to be something of a purist, if anything. But his many years spent as a police officer has given him the time to work with plenty of modern technology. Giving him a wide know-how with modern tech. A personal favourite is the kinetic shield, A small portable device which generates a shield which repels a few high speed projectiles at a time. Such things have saved his life countless of times.
Weapons and Equipment: Seeing as he's going off to jail, I doubt he's armed with anything. Though I will list preferances. His weapon of choice is the handgun, any heavy set handgun works really. Almberg is fond of using shock rounds, as these are very effective at incapitating criminals. While trained in numerous weapons and their handling, nothing beats the good old baton, preferably when it's modified to shock people on hit. Equipment you'd see him favour would be teargas and concussion grenades. Anything that doesn't outright kill is fine in his books.
Biography:
Born and raised in Sweden, Stefan had a decent childhood. His parents were fair, hard working people and hardily could be considered to have had any ties to criminal organizations. So Almberg grew up unaffected by criminals, at least for the most part. Even as a child injustice always grinded his gears. Lies, false accusations, hell, even hitting girls bothered him. He would often go out of his way to expose such people even if it didn't earn him many friends. He worked his way through school like any normal kid and as he grew older he also became more exposed to the corruption and criminality that actually existed in the world.
As such, where many decided to join the festering sickness that plagued many countries, Stefan decided to fight it. Practically a young idealist he began to study law as soon as he was able, working hard until eventually he joined the Swedish police. During his career he made many arrests and shut down several operations made by criminals. Life was good and it seemed like every arrest he made turned Sweden into a more ideal country to live in but then came Sebastian Black. As his network of gangs spread, Stefan began to arrest the "wrong" people. People who he shouldn't have messed with. His constant vigilance would eventually lead to him learning things he shouldn't know and no criminal under Black's reign wanted that to happen.
With several falseified supposed victims and a brilliant setup. Stefan Almberg was charged with rape. With so much "evidence" present, Stefan could not fight the lie. His career as a police officer was swiftly met to an end and after a month of trials, he was convicted with a very long jail sentence. Now he's being sent to jail in a foreign country, for a crime he didn't commit and only justice remains on his mind, against a crook who he doesn't even know of. Not yet at least.
Name: Caspian Garrett
Code Name: Geist
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Caspian is a tall man, standing at around 6'5'' and weighing at around 160lbs; despite being thin looking, due to his years in a carnival he has a muscular frame. He has dark grey hair with a white streak along the right side which is worn in a single ponytail; and his eyes are a mixture of light grey and golden colours.
When not fighting, you'll find Caspian in a respectible suit which is compromsied of a dark violet shirt, black tie and waiscoat, and fingerless gloves; which allow him to weild his weapons with more dexterity. Several additions are made when fighting, such as a long leather coat which belonged to his father. It has been modified to allow several pieces of his equipment, and a bulletproof vest.
Occupation: Mercenary/Assassin For Hire
Arrest Charges: Murder, Theft, Property Damage
Tech/Gene Modifications: None
Weapons:
- M4 Spectre (Modified with silencer and red dot sight)
- Microfilament Wires
- Mother's Sword
Equipment:
- Cloaking device
- Wrist mounted computer
- Locket with his parents picture in it
- Lockpick device
- Smoke Grenades
- EMP Grenades
Biography:
Caspian was a child born from people who were experts in the art of combat; his father was a huntsman who was originally part of the British armed forces, whilst his mother was a trained swordsman; Both were respected people of their chosen professions, but had fallen from grace when Sebastian Black came to power, and for reasons they had kept to themselves. To help avoid being found by his hired militia, the family became part of a travelling carnival.
For the first twenty years of his life, Caspian learned social skills from helping to run the carnival, often being cited as friendly and polite, but also a kind gentlemen; something he picked up from his father. He has also learned the skills that had made his parents famous, whilst learning a few of his own. Despite not going to school, he recieved a standard education, learning much about the world around him, and Caspian was fascinated by it. His rather pleasant life changed on his 21st birthday.
The day was like any other day at the carnival, people were enjoying all the various sideshows and attractions; when suddenly armed men showed up, and began searching for people who onced belonged to gangs, as the carnival occasionally helped people who were on the run to at least hide for a while. Soon as some were discovered, guns began to fire, and the once joyful day turned into a battleground. Despite seeming peaceful, the carnival folk were armed and ready for action.
Caspian was ordered by his parents to run away, to try and survive; despite initial objections, he escaped, but not without taking out a few of the SWAT members with his newfound weapon, microfilament wires. He returned a few hours later, to discover the carnival in tatters, and his parents killed. Very few things remained from his former life; his mother's sword, the coat his father wore, a locket with his parents picture in it, and the clothes he wore. After giving them an impromptu funeral, he left the area, and began to travel seeking revenege against Sebastian Black and his militia.
For the next nine years he worked as a mercenary, fighting the battles that gangs felt were too dangerous; all the while gaining a reputation as someonce who could be deadly and quiet, and because of it he earned the nickname Geist. Despite his reputation, he always retained a sense of deceny, and only killed who was necessary. Black has apparently kept his eye on him, seeing the potential that Caspian had; and repeatledy tried to recruit him, and every time Caspian refused, this made him even more of a wanted man.
His apparent luck had come to an end, whilst during a contract to take out a rival gang in England, he was caught. He tried fighting his way out, but realised that the odds were stacked against him, even with his experience, and he quietly surrended; dropping his weapons to the ground.
Code Name: Geist
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Caspian is a tall man, standing at around 6'5'' and weighing at around 160lbs; despite being thin looking, due to his years in a carnival he has a muscular frame. He has dark grey hair with a white streak along the right side which is worn in a single ponytail; and his eyes are a mixture of light grey and golden colours.
When not fighting, you'll find Caspian in a respectible suit which is compromsied of a dark violet shirt, black tie and waiscoat, and fingerless gloves; which allow him to weild his weapons with more dexterity. Several additions are made when fighting, such as a long leather coat which belonged to his father. It has been modified to allow several pieces of his equipment, and a bulletproof vest.
Occupation: Mercenary/Assassin For Hire
Arrest Charges: Murder, Theft, Property Damage
Tech/Gene Modifications: None
Weapons:
- M4 Spectre (Modified with silencer and red dot sight)
- Microfilament Wires
- Mother's Sword
Equipment:
- Cloaking device
- Wrist mounted computer
- Locket with his parents picture in it
- Lockpick device
- Smoke Grenades
- EMP Grenades
Biography:
Caspian was a child born from people who were experts in the art of combat; his father was a huntsman who was originally part of the British armed forces, whilst his mother was a trained swordsman; Both were respected people of their chosen professions, but had fallen from grace when Sebastian Black came to power, and for reasons they had kept to themselves. To help avoid being found by his hired militia, the family became part of a travelling carnival.
For the first twenty years of his life, Caspian learned social skills from helping to run the carnival, often being cited as friendly and polite, but also a kind gentlemen; something he picked up from his father. He has also learned the skills that had made his parents famous, whilst learning a few of his own. Despite not going to school, he recieved a standard education, learning much about the world around him, and Caspian was fascinated by it. His rather pleasant life changed on his 21st birthday.
The day was like any other day at the carnival, people were enjoying all the various sideshows and attractions; when suddenly armed men showed up, and began searching for people who onced belonged to gangs, as the carnival occasionally helped people who were on the run to at least hide for a while. Soon as some were discovered, guns began to fire, and the once joyful day turned into a battleground. Despite seeming peaceful, the carnival folk were armed and ready for action.
Caspian was ordered by his parents to run away, to try and survive; despite initial objections, he escaped, but not without taking out a few of the SWAT members with his newfound weapon, microfilament wires. He returned a few hours later, to discover the carnival in tatters, and his parents killed. Very few things remained from his former life; his mother's sword, the coat his father wore, a locket with his parents picture in it, and the clothes he wore. After giving them an impromptu funeral, he left the area, and began to travel seeking revenege against Sebastian Black and his militia.
For the next nine years he worked as a mercenary, fighting the battles that gangs felt were too dangerous; all the while gaining a reputation as someonce who could be deadly and quiet, and because of it he earned the nickname Geist. Despite his reputation, he always retained a sense of deceny, and only killed who was necessary. Black has apparently kept his eye on him, seeing the potential that Caspian had; and repeatledy tried to recruit him, and every time Caspian refused, this made him even more of a wanted man.
His apparent luck had come to an end, whilst during a contract to take out a rival gang in England, he was caught. He tried fighting his way out, but realised that the odds were stacked against him, even with his experience, and he quietly surrended; dropping his weapons to the ground.
Code name: Matchstick, Match or Stick
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Personality: Abigail is laid back and care free with a some what quirky sense of humor. Rarely gets angry but when she does you know about...When working though Abi is highly focused and runs a tight ship. She really dislikes tardiness and incompetence.
Although she's on the wrong side of whatever can be called as law these days - She isn't a bad person at heart, she'll happily turn down a job if it falls against her morals.
As such Abi isn't one for killing someone in cold blood and will try and go out of her way when things get sticky to avoid bloodshed. When blood has too be spilled she will try for non (or not very) lethal shots if there is the option. Though if the people deserve too burn she'll quite happily set them alight (sometimes quite literally).
She has an obsession with fire, which often leaves her transfixed and in a different mind set too what she usually has (A more destructive side of her that she finds hard to shake out of sometimes. Occasionally it'll leave her even more laid back and happy whilst other times she'll be a bit more angrier than she should be).
Appearance: 5'8" and a slight build and somewhat pretty features, Abi has Ginger (though she prefers to call it firey) hair that goes just past the shoulders. Usually tied back in a pony tail or in pig tails.
Her eyes are of a hazel colouring.
Her clothing is usually boyish:- Tatty jeans or 3/4 legnth shorts, T-shirts/vests usually with a hoodie under a leather jacket [http://www.soulrevolver.com/replica-leather-jackets/womens/whistler-antiquebrown] and a good pair of boots. She is often listening too music via a set of wireless headphones [http://www.acquiremag.com/2007/04/05/bt21g.jpg]
Most of her clothes appear to have burn mark's/blim holes in.
When doing a job her clothing depends on what needs too be done...
For some examples.
Doing over a high class party: Slinky black dresses, white suits with a black shirt you get the idea.
Breaking and entering: Cargo pants, tight fitting tops.
Jobs where things could get messy: Cargo pants with articulated protection sewn into the front, a kevlar vest, Welders goggles and if reallllly need a helmet.
Occupation: Driver, Dipper (Pick pocketer), "Locksmith", Full time Pyro.
Arrest Charges: Multiple accounts of pettie theft, possible connection to a local spate of arson and aiding known gangs.
Tech/gene modification: None (Purist)...She is somewhat against augmentation, seems like cheating...
Weapons: A sig 552 w/Reflex sight, rail mounted flamer thrower & sling (It's fairly compact so pretty handy when in a car), a nickle plated 1911 with ivory grips with "Fires at will" scratched on the slide and a stiletto blade [http://www.dellsmart.com/images/uploads/fb-036.jpg%20%2011in%20honey%20horn.jpg].
Equipment: Usually a set of matches, A zippo (a bit more reliable then matches), a lock picking set, and a rucksack containing everything a girl needs.
Bio:
Abi's life had been somewhat slow in her early years, living with her folks on a farm in the Middle of Nowhere GB post code - Du11 0mg.
Only thing that was keeping her entertained was burning the odd thing...An old shed here, a bush there and so on. And ragging about on the bikes
or hurtling across fields in the 4x4.
One day she found a stash of stuff that had the words "HIGHLY FLAMMABLE" and her faveroite symbol ever...Explosive, labelled all over them.
Obviously the only course of action was to set alight to something and then lob these things onto the fire, leg it and then watch the pretty flames dance.
And hope that the explosion is worth it!
10 or so minutes later she had a small bonfire going, within it's belly of fire were the objects of interest...Moving back to observe the wonder, she sat down to watch the fire grow.
As the fire grew in intensity and the first of the containers of stuff started to pop and send flames roaring higher, a brief thought flashed through her head when she heard a horse whinney..
"Should I have maybe not built that this close too the stables?"
This thought was quickly extinguished as the motherload went...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The fire went from Red orange yellow too shades of green blue purple in a blink of an eye (Although you had no choice but too blink really as the flash was pretty intense!)
Burning debris went flying past her head as she giggled manically, where it landed it took flame - taking on the same otherworldly colourings.
The main fire wasn't so much of a bonfire anymore than a pit of wonderous flame.
All around her the fire spread creeping across the ground, up the walls of near by buildings eventually the whole yard was ablaze, in the beatuiful hues that Abi had not seen before and was transfixed with its elegant destruction.
It wasn't until a bolting horse nearly colliaded into her that she snapped out of her trance and as reality slowly seeped in panic started to replace euphoria.
All around her chaos reigned, beatuiful dancing chaos, but all the same - Her families property was getting destroyed faster than you could say "Got a light?".
Fearing the wrathe of her family she took off on a scrambler, all the while grinning as the flames rose higher.
A few years down the line Abi had worked her way into the city (which happened to have an increase in random fires shortly after).
Making a living from picking pockets and other such minor criminal acts Abigail eventually fall in with gang scene...
...Never really affiliating herself with one gang, she would drive for some be it from heists or just transporting things, act as pretty distraction (also known as seduction), lift desired things from targets - All for a price of course.
Eventually picking up a knack of picking locks which allowed her to get up to all sorts of mischief and increasing her resume of crimes.
Prior to arrest Abi was acting as driver for a heist, everything seemed to be going smoothly...She had about 3 mins left to relocate too the gangs point of exit and was just reclining in the front seat waiting.
Something caught her eye in the rear view, an a shape darting across a connecting ally from the one she was stopped in...A cat was the first thing that went across her mind, a beeping rang out from a watch, sitting up and adjusting her chair she saw something again...
This time she managed to glimps the trailing arms and legs of a person fleeting across the gap. An uneasy feeling started knotting itself in her stomach, turning the key the sound of the car purred into life.
She creeped the car towards the end of the ally way, counting down the last few seconds...Timing was critical if you were to make the getaway clean - At least that's how she thought...
"The streets quiet. Good, I guess."
The front half of the car exited it's place of rest.
"Three...Two..."
Before one could slide from her lips a volley of gun fire echoed around the surrounding buildings, sending scores of birds into flight...She expected too see people as well...Though the pavements and doorways showed no sign of life.
"...Fucking amatures!" filled the void where One should of been, thumping the steering wheel to punctuate the frustration.
Gunning it out of the alleyway and into the road kicking up smoke and grit as she went the car swung left, causing the back end to drift around the corner...Only too come head on too a blockade.
Screeching to a halt she glimpsed the building where her passanagers should of been exiting...Smoke was pouring from the doorway, a cop was dragging another one out of it.
The place was swarming with Police, a good half of them now looking at her (or at least her car).
She let out a sigh, shifted the car into reverse and went back the way she came...That was the plan anyway, less that 10 yards back she felt the tires go.
A sigh escaped her mouth as she put her head onto the steering wheel.
Seconds later a cop or 5 had surrounded the crippled vehicle, all guns pointing towards her.
One of them edged forwards, keep a pistol leveled at her and opened the door.
"Step out of the car and keep your hands where we can see them" he declared in a well rehursed manner.
Abi lifted her head from the steering wheel and pushed a lock of her firey hair from her face "I think I took a wrong turn, sorry Officer." She tried to say in a most convincing fashion, although she doubted he would actually fall for it.
Turning in her seat and putting a booted foot on to the tarmac she stepped out, her hands in the air...
Whoosh
She staggered as a blow too the side of her head nearly took her out. Turning to look, her assailant was lifting the butt of his rifle again...
With a slight smirk creeping across her lips she managed too slur out "That wasn't nice of yo..." cutting off as the second blow did the trick.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Personality: Abigail is laid back and care free with a some what quirky sense of humor. Rarely gets angry but when she does you know about...When working though Abi is highly focused and runs a tight ship. She really dislikes tardiness and incompetence.
Although she's on the wrong side of whatever can be called as law these days - She isn't a bad person at heart, she'll happily turn down a job if it falls against her morals.
As such Abi isn't one for killing someone in cold blood and will try and go out of her way when things get sticky to avoid bloodshed. When blood has too be spilled she will try for non (or not very) lethal shots if there is the option. Though if the people deserve too burn she'll quite happily set them alight (sometimes quite literally).
She has an obsession with fire, which often leaves her transfixed and in a different mind set too what she usually has (A more destructive side of her that she finds hard to shake out of sometimes. Occasionally it'll leave her even more laid back and happy whilst other times she'll be a bit more angrier than she should be).
Appearance: 5'8" and a slight build and somewhat pretty features, Abi has Ginger (though she prefers to call it firey) hair that goes just past the shoulders. Usually tied back in a pony tail or in pig tails.
Her eyes are of a hazel colouring.
Her clothing is usually boyish:- Tatty jeans or 3/4 legnth shorts, T-shirts/vests usually with a hoodie under a leather jacket [http://www.soulrevolver.com/replica-leather-jackets/womens/whistler-antiquebrown] and a good pair of boots. She is often listening too music via a set of wireless headphones [http://www.acquiremag.com/2007/04/05/bt21g.jpg]
Most of her clothes appear to have burn mark's/blim holes in.
When doing a job her clothing depends on what needs too be done...
For some examples.
Doing over a high class party: Slinky black dresses, white suits with a black shirt you get the idea.
Breaking and entering: Cargo pants, tight fitting tops.
Jobs where things could get messy: Cargo pants with articulated protection sewn into the front, a kevlar vest, Welders goggles and if reallllly need a helmet.
Occupation: Driver, Dipper (Pick pocketer), "Locksmith", Full time Pyro.
Arrest Charges: Multiple accounts of pettie theft, possible connection to a local spate of arson and aiding known gangs.
Tech/gene modification: None (Purist)...She is somewhat against augmentation, seems like cheating...
Weapons: A sig 552 w/Reflex sight, rail mounted flamer thrower & sling (It's fairly compact so pretty handy when in a car), a nickle plated 1911 with ivory grips with "Fires at will" scratched on the slide and a stiletto blade [http://www.dellsmart.com/images/uploads/fb-036.jpg%20%2011in%20honey%20horn.jpg].
Equipment: Usually a set of matches, A zippo (a bit more reliable then matches), a lock picking set, and a rucksack containing everything a girl needs.
Bio:
Abi's life had been somewhat slow in her early years, living with her folks on a farm in the Middle of Nowhere GB post code - Du11 0mg.
Only thing that was keeping her entertained was burning the odd thing...An old shed here, a bush there and so on. And ragging about on the bikes
or hurtling across fields in the 4x4.
One day she found a stash of stuff that had the words "HIGHLY FLAMMABLE" and her faveroite symbol ever...Explosive, labelled all over them.
Obviously the only course of action was to set alight to something and then lob these things onto the fire, leg it and then watch the pretty flames dance.
And hope that the explosion is worth it!
10 or so minutes later she had a small bonfire going, within it's belly of fire were the objects of interest...Moving back to observe the wonder, she sat down to watch the fire grow.
As the fire grew in intensity and the first of the containers of stuff started to pop and send flames roaring higher, a brief thought flashed through her head when she heard a horse whinney..
"Should I have maybe not built that this close too the stables?"
This thought was quickly extinguished as the motherload went...BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The fire went from Red orange yellow too shades of green blue purple in a blink of an eye (Although you had no choice but too blink really as the flash was pretty intense!)
Burning debris went flying past her head as she giggled manically, where it landed it took flame - taking on the same otherworldly colourings.
The main fire wasn't so much of a bonfire anymore than a pit of wonderous flame.
All around her the fire spread creeping across the ground, up the walls of near by buildings eventually the whole yard was ablaze, in the beatuiful hues that Abi had not seen before and was transfixed with its elegant destruction.
It wasn't until a bolting horse nearly colliaded into her that she snapped out of her trance and as reality slowly seeped in panic started to replace euphoria.
All around her chaos reigned, beatuiful dancing chaos, but all the same - Her families property was getting destroyed faster than you could say "Got a light?".
Fearing the wrathe of her family she took off on a scrambler, all the while grinning as the flames rose higher.
A few years down the line Abi had worked her way into the city (which happened to have an increase in random fires shortly after).
Making a living from picking pockets and other such minor criminal acts Abigail eventually fall in with gang scene...
...Never really affiliating herself with one gang, she would drive for some be it from heists or just transporting things, act as pretty distraction (also known as seduction), lift desired things from targets - All for a price of course.
Eventually picking up a knack of picking locks which allowed her to get up to all sorts of mischief and increasing her resume of crimes.
Prior to arrest Abi was acting as driver for a heist, everything seemed to be going smoothly...She had about 3 mins left to relocate too the gangs point of exit and was just reclining in the front seat waiting.
Something caught her eye in the rear view, an a shape darting across a connecting ally from the one she was stopped in...A cat was the first thing that went across her mind, a beeping rang out from a watch, sitting up and adjusting her chair she saw something again...
This time she managed to glimps the trailing arms and legs of a person fleeting across the gap. An uneasy feeling started knotting itself in her stomach, turning the key the sound of the car purred into life.
She creeped the car towards the end of the ally way, counting down the last few seconds...Timing was critical if you were to make the getaway clean - At least that's how she thought...
"The streets quiet. Good, I guess."
The front half of the car exited it's place of rest.
"Three...Two..."
Before one could slide from her lips a volley of gun fire echoed around the surrounding buildings, sending scores of birds into flight...She expected too see people as well...Though the pavements and doorways showed no sign of life.
"...Fucking amatures!" filled the void where One should of been, thumping the steering wheel to punctuate the frustration.
Gunning it out of the alleyway and into the road kicking up smoke and grit as she went the car swung left, causing the back end to drift around the corner...Only too come head on too a blockade.
Screeching to a halt she glimpsed the building where her passanagers should of been exiting...Smoke was pouring from the doorway, a cop was dragging another one out of it.
The place was swarming with Police, a good half of them now looking at her (or at least her car).
She let out a sigh, shifted the car into reverse and went back the way she came...That was the plan anyway, less that 10 yards back she felt the tires go.
A sigh escaped her mouth as she put her head onto the steering wheel.
Seconds later a cop or 5 had surrounded the crippled vehicle, all guns pointing towards her.
One of them edged forwards, keep a pistol leveled at her and opened the door.
"Step out of the car and keep your hands where we can see them" he declared in a well rehursed manner.
Abi lifted her head from the steering wheel and pushed a lock of her firey hair from her face "I think I took a wrong turn, sorry Officer." She tried to say in a most convincing fashion, although she doubted he would actually fall for it.
Turning in her seat and putting a booted foot on to the tarmac she stepped out, her hands in the air...
Whoosh
She staggered as a blow too the side of her head nearly took her out. Turning to look, her assailant was lifting the butt of his rifle again...
With a slight smirk creeping across her lips she managed too slur out "That wasn't nice of yo..." cutting off as the second blow did the trick.
Almberg was barely registering the dull ache he felt in his right ear. The man who planted the device there had been anything but gentle. But it did make him understand french, for all the good that did him. He was tired, not physically but mentally. The last month and a half had worn at him with all the accustations, his family disowning him and even his own fellows throwing venom at him was hard to bear. His world was practically collapsing around him and he felt numb, his thoughts were depressing and perhaps the heavy rain could have been considered fitting, if it wasn't so damn sad.
"Welcome criminals. It seems that each and every one of you were brought in here on the personal orders of Prime Minister Black. As such, you are now being transport to our Finest prison, where you will live out the rest of your worthless lives. Have a nice trip."
While he barely registered the guard, vacantly staring at him as he was. The word criminal stung hard. He bit his lower lip in frustration. Even so, he had heard about this Prime minister. But what did he have to do with him? The whole situation was absurd, it didn't even feel like it involved him anymore. His mind raced through the last month again, as he walked towards the bus. Could he have done anything different and who did he piss off so much to warrant this punishment? Those were just two of many unanswered questions and it made him feel bitter. His face was creased with wrinkles and he wasn't even that old.
Without thinking much about it, Stefan's steps had taken him inside the third bus in the row. He took the first seat he could find, which was on the front row. Shuffling towards the window spot. His cheek pressed against the cold glass as he sighed and relaxed slightly, listening to the rain. Maybe if he was lucky, some criminal sod would pick a fight with him at the prison. He wanted to feel like an officer again for a change, not some powerless victim. Even if it meant getting into a fight.
"Welcome criminals. It seems that each and every one of you were brought in here on the personal orders of Prime Minister Black. As such, you are now being transport to our Finest prison, where you will live out the rest of your worthless lives. Have a nice trip."
While he barely registered the guard, vacantly staring at him as he was. The word criminal stung hard. He bit his lower lip in frustration. Even so, he had heard about this Prime minister. But what did he have to do with him? The whole situation was absurd, it didn't even feel like it involved him anymore. His mind raced through the last month again, as he walked towards the bus. Could he have done anything different and who did he piss off so much to warrant this punishment? Those were just two of many unanswered questions and it made him feel bitter. His face was creased with wrinkles and he wasn't even that old.
Without thinking much about it, Stefan's steps had taken him inside the third bus in the row. He took the first seat he could find, which was on the front row. Shuffling towards the window spot. His cheek pressed against the cold glass as he sighed and relaxed slightly, listening to the rain. Maybe if he was lucky, some criminal sod would pick a fight with him at the prison. He wanted to feel like an officer again for a change, not some powerless victim. Even if it meant getting into a fight.
Will alter the window text if the bus has no windows. Wether they're barred or not is irrelevant though, I'd guess. Good to have this thing going eitherway!
Byron opened his eyes slowly. He did not bother to listen to the guard making his little speech.
The interrogation he had before made sure that he was as docile as possible. After he was stopped with the water cannon, Byron was taken back to the police station.
"Who are you working for ?" asked one of the detectives.
"Fuck you!"
They didn't take his lack of cooperation well. They took out their batons and started beating him merciless. After 5 minutes they stopped. By this point Byron had lost most of his consciousness and was bleeding badly onto the floor.
"Get the nurse too look at his wounds and sedate him. We don't want him too active on the ride to the prison." he heard the detective saying.
Byron sighed and walked slowly towards the third bus. He looked around him and say many others of those so called "Criminals" but many looked weak and harmless. As he was about to sit down behind one inmate the guard behind him asked:
"Nom ?"
"Byron Black"
"Ah, Monsieur Black, welcome. Your brother told us to take extra care with you, but don't worry we have something special planned for you when you get to your new home."
Special. It would be no surprise if his own brother would have him killed in prison. In the eyes of the world that would be another murderer getting what he deserved. This special surprise they had for him meant Byron had to find a way to get out of the bus before they arrived to their destination.
The interrogation he had before made sure that he was as docile as possible. After he was stopped with the water cannon, Byron was taken back to the police station.
"Who are you working for ?" asked one of the detectives.
"Fuck you!"
They didn't take his lack of cooperation well. They took out their batons and started beating him merciless. After 5 minutes they stopped. By this point Byron had lost most of his consciousness and was bleeding badly onto the floor.
"Get the nurse too look at his wounds and sedate him. We don't want him too active on the ride to the prison." he heard the detective saying.
Byron sighed and walked slowly towards the third bus. He looked around him and say many others of those so called "Criminals" but many looked weak and harmless. As he was about to sit down behind one inmate the guard behind him asked:
"Nom ?"
"Byron Black"
"Ah, Monsieur Black, welcome. Your brother told us to take extra care with you, but don't worry we have something special planned for you when you get to your new home."
Special. It would be no surprise if his own brother would have him killed in prison. In the eyes of the world that would be another murderer getting what he deserved. This special surprise they had for him meant Byron had to find a way to get out of the bus before they arrived to their destination.
Calvin looked despondently at the handcuffs that were chafing his wrists. That idiot of a guard had put them on too tight. "They have guards on the bus armed to the teeth" he thought to himself. "Yeah, all I have to do is get the cuffs off and I'm home free." He considered giving them a shake, the rattle might annoy the guard standing next to him, but he didn't fancy a jolt off that stun baton. He'd gotten too many during his arrest. Damn armour. If the cops hadn't been encased in it they'd be dead and he'd be safely tucked away in his hideout spot by now.
He stared into the stainless steel of the cuffs and saw the blue and green of his eyes staring back at him. Well, technically they weren't his eyes. Not his real ones anyway. They were cybernetic implants, but Calvin had insisted that they be coloured in the same shades as the heterochromia he'd been born with. Best 50K he ever spent. Say what you like about black market tech being faulty, but these eyes worked like a charm. They'd want to, considering they'd been stolen from the HQ of the company that made them. No back alley junk for Calvin Greene. These eyes were top of the line, and would see through any amount of dirt, rain, fog or sand. "And yet they couldn't see the police heading into the lobby of the building while I was on the roof" he reflected bitterly.
He cast his technologically perfected gaze around the bus, for the umpteenth time, taking the sights that were his fellow convicts, one of whom was Byron Black, the lesser known brother of the famous Sebastian. "Oh they're gonna love him in prison" he thought to himself. One of the guards said there was something "special" in store for him at the prison. Poor bastard. He eventually settled on someone he hadn't noticed before, an albino woman with a robotic arm whose face wouldn't stop twitching. Her nervous tics held some strange fascination, and Calvin found himself unable to look away. She either hadn't seen him looking at her or she didn't care, because she didn't react. He stared back down at his handcuffs, contemplating the 1 hour bus ride and 60 years of prison that lay ahead of him.
He stared into the stainless steel of the cuffs and saw the blue and green of his eyes staring back at him. Well, technically they weren't his eyes. Not his real ones anyway. They were cybernetic implants, but Calvin had insisted that they be coloured in the same shades as the heterochromia he'd been born with. Best 50K he ever spent. Say what you like about black market tech being faulty, but these eyes worked like a charm. They'd want to, considering they'd been stolen from the HQ of the company that made them. No back alley junk for Calvin Greene. These eyes were top of the line, and would see through any amount of dirt, rain, fog or sand. "And yet they couldn't see the police heading into the lobby of the building while I was on the roof" he reflected bitterly.
He cast his technologically perfected gaze around the bus, for the umpteenth time, taking the sights that were his fellow convicts, one of whom was Byron Black, the lesser known brother of the famous Sebastian. "Oh they're gonna love him in prison" he thought to himself. One of the guards said there was something "special" in store for him at the prison. Poor bastard. He eventually settled on someone he hadn't noticed before, an albino woman with a robotic arm whose face wouldn't stop twitching. Her nervous tics held some strange fascination, and Calvin found himself unable to look away. She either hadn't seen him looking at her or she didn't care, because she didn't react. He stared back down at his handcuffs, contemplating the 1 hour bus ride and 60 years of prison that lay ahead of him.