Name and/or Alias: Sado Renkin (AKA Demon)
Age & Gender: 28 Male
Race: Troll
Height & Weight: 8'5" and 750 pounds
Type: Heavy Gunner
Appearance: "Born to scare the drek out of ya."
Sado - or Demon as he prefers these days - is practically a poster child for the Humanis PoliClub hate parade. Not only is he a troll, but he's a black troll with a menacing build and a pair of widely-curving horns that make him seem actually demonic. Brown eyes, dark skin/plating, and intimidating - a combination well-suited towards making the other party shit bricks. Hair is black and kept short, fangs sharp and polished. Now, being a troll, there is a certain natural bigness about him, but he's also built. This is the body that trained and exercised to transform it into a strong and even athletic crushing machine. It screams military is what it does. Beyond all that, Sado actually looks fairly-decent for a troll, but this is sometimes lost in the intimidation effect.
He could be seen on an off day in normal clothing, or you could properly fit him in a troll-tux if he were a bouncer or had to go to a place with a dress code, but all the more likely you will find him dressing for his runner work, which has been suited to fit the demon motif ever since he started. To wit, the black troll likes to dress darkly with perhaps some red or blue highlights, sometimes the pants are blue or the shirt is different, but it's all armored clothing and it's an armor jacket - black jacket - as well. Tough troll-sized boots with steel toes, as well. No obvious augmentations, but he has some in there.
History: "Ain't gonna be a long story. Got sort of a touchy past."
Born and raised in Seattle, Sado's life revolved - for a time - around the drekhole we know as the Puyallup Barrens. You know the drill of the place. It's almost practically lawless except when the law patrols, and even then there's a chance of the patrol getting itself blasted. And back when it was Lonestar doing the rounds, you'd see that happening a few times. No, this wasn't a neighborhood. It was the jungle. And if you didn't learn that, you got eaten. He's watched a number of raids, sometimes. They were always fun. Sado didn't make alot of waves, being a noisy troll waving his personal banner around and acting tough, though. He WAS tough, and people learned to use that. However, he wasn't totally immoral either. Some things, you just couldn't get him to do. And if you tried, morality would break again...along with your face. This was Puyallup. You think they do anything more than a cursory investigation 'round here? Hah.
Well, he moved out at a young age. Couldn't stand the 'bad neighborhood mom-and-pop shop' routine anymore. Even if it DID sell illegal equipment on the side. Anyway, Sado elected the best and cheapest way to put himself at tops was to hit the ROTC for training and education. That's right, he enlisted. And surprise, surprise! A big-ass troll with his own personal armor-plating got in. 'Course, he wasn't a drooling idiot either. The common sense rule said to cover all his weaknesses, so he just blatently threw himself into it. Training wasn't as hard on him as it was most other races. The academia was the real hard spot. Even still, between this and some good instincts, he became a soldier for heavy combat, and a damn good one. You know how they say that the brass never know what they're doing until someone lower who's been in the dirt tells them what's up? That's him. Sergeant Sado Renkin.
When he was in the service, going up to and reaching his rank, Sado found it best to - in a combat situation, either draw some of the fight right at him or suppress it heavily with his own weaponry. Any idiot can charge in or grab anyone's attention or fire a machine gun. Sado did it well. He covered his assets, reacted well, and ultimately set up his own situation so that either he could hunker down and take it to defeat the enemy or get his men to crush them while they're busy. This big damn troll probably would've gone far, except... Well, except you know that a man in his position can be on the receiving end of...troubles. He got tired of hearing about it: The harsh slurs and the the damn assholes who go off on their ethnic crusades... You know the ones. They persecuted people like him back when everyone was human, a time ago. And now that metahumanity is abound...you know Sado has to have his own hatred on. But one night...
It was suppose to be an unoccupied facility, but there had been reports of movements within the factory. Just an old out-of-business location. Nobody was aware of anybody having the rights to come here, but on a pass-over by plane, somebody saw lights. It warranted investigation. Sado and a few men came in there, ordered a man that they saw to halt. The man reached for something and he was shot. Further investigation revealed three things. He had a heavy uzi, he had a handheld comm that was not the commercial variety, and he had a pin that Sado recognized... Humanis Policlub. Now, they argued. Was he going to shoot or call someone? What was he doing here? Did this mean there were more? It was trespassing, but they didn't have orders to shoot these people. Someone called it in, and base ordered them to fall back. Sado did not follow orders. He had his own theory, one that turned out to be true...especially with the sudden order. They had stumbled upon a Humanis base that someone higher up was sanctioning that their base had not been apprised of until now. Sado's line of reasoning was "LIKE HELL!" and stormed the building by himself.
You can imagine what happens to a bunch of lightly-armed humans in the face of one big military troll. The only thing NOT full of holes was everything that had exploded instead. Sado made every inch of his advance loud and destructive to make the enemy run in while he waited off to the side to frag 'em. Yeah, he knew that he was gonna have to answer to someone for this, which is why he decided to take to to the shadows...to become the Demon they thought of him as. "Just makin' a statement, chumly.".
Reason to be here/things to do: "Hmm, let's see. I disobeyed a direct order and I killed an entire base's worth of anti-meta scraggers, in all likelyhood tanking a government deal with those drekholes for reasons unknown, so I guess I'm hiding out from the UCAS Military and Humanis PoliClub alike for a night's worth of painting the walls red."
Personality: "My head's not a nice place to be."
Sado naturally feels a certain deep connection with his heritage. Not a spiritual connection, but a bond. A 'This is who I am, so this is what you deal with, fella.' kind of thing. He is fierce being who keeps an eye out for danger or potential danger. Early life AND military training has made him the well-oiled war machine in humanoid form that he has become, being able to do things with relative ease and not have to think about them too hard or worry too much overall about the problems down the line. He has a very quick risk-VS-rewards instinct on the matter of how he acts, only acting on impulse when it isn't too terribly important. One of the things he could always do was assess a tactical situation and see where his skills could fit in. He worked alot of support, defense, and even rescue in the service, as he could easily take a few hits to pull someone else out of hell. It's not an immense loyalty factor, but he has certain duty habits that never go away. You can definitely see him leaving an idiot to die, and he's known quite a few.
Being a stern and tough-looking troll is practically a part of his heritage, but he has other qualities outside of it. The aforementioned morality by which there are some bridges he will not cross was exactly how the massacre got started. He would not allow the implication that he was being ordered to pull away from Humanis right in front of him simply fly. It would mean that he was allowing them to do something devious and possibly worse than HE could ever accomplish alone or with his squad. He hates anti-meta people, tending to be flippant and rude to them in polite company, violent in a situation where it's likely to occur. All that is out of a certain pride because he happens to LIKE the way he was born. His sense of humor can be cutting and sarcastic at times, but he also has legit humor in there somewhere. One odd point is that he's fine telling jokes about himself...even though he hates other people talking shit about him. It's sort of like owning a gun. In his hands, it's alright. In others, not so much. The whole 'Demon' thing is a point of personal style, going with what you have and making it look good.
Notable skills: This is, buy and large, taken out of his actual character sheet.
Automatics - The guy can handle a load of firearms, but he specializes in rapid-fire killing machines.
Unarmed - Military-trained to beat the ever-loving shit out of someone with his body.
Gymnastics - General running, jumping, climbing, etc. kind of stuff he had to learn in basic.
Survival - In the concrete jungle or a real one, wasteland or otherwise, Demon knows the rules.
Perception - You don't get very far in ANY military organization without some of this.
Intimidation - The ability to make it Brown Trousers Time just by standing there and grinning.
Etiquette - Demon is rough around the edges by nature. He is disciplined to curb that as needed.
Pilot Ground Craft - Able to drive and inflict road rage all at once on his bike.
Negotiate - Probably the way Bruce Willis does, with common sense and a gun.
Biotech - Enough skill to use a field kit under fire and get a guy on his feet again.
Mechanics - The basics, such as vehicle maintenance and so on.
Military Procedure - If it moves like military and talks like military, he spots it as military.
Security Procedure - He's been around the block a little, knows about this too.
Police Procedure - Likewise with the cops. In the barrens, he was Bystander A.
Troll Quality - Long reach, dermal plating, large body, Termographic vision. In short, DAYUM!
Magic Resistance - It is harder for magic, harmful OR helpful, to affect him.
Toughness - Physically tough in a manner that allows him to resist damage.
Guts - He also resists fear and intimidation, himself. Being a big troll, it makes sense.
Ambidextrous - Equal skill in both hands, thus no off-hand difficulties.
Language - English and...Japanese, oddly.
Equipment: Fun time!
HK-227 - Submachine gun with single, burst, or auto-fire, modified with Smartgun System.
Ares Alpha - Full assault rifle with same trimmings as the HK-227, plus underbarrel grenade launcher.
Grenade Launcher - Ares Alpha undermount.
Armored Clothing, Jacket - Basic armor addition to his heavyset self.
Bone Lacing - Cyberware. Aluminum construct, protecting the bone structure (and everything under it).
Smartlink - Cyberware implanted in his flesh eyes, giving him barrel-view of his guns for better aiming.
Ballistic Shield - Heavy metal curved shield used for blocking incoming fire.
Ammunition - A large amount of Flechette and APDS rounds (in clips), launcher frag grenades.
Platinum Cred-Card - Large capacity, funds a little low. (Troll lifestyles are expensive.)
Fake Stuff - Fake SIN, Fake Gun Licenses, Fake Driver's License.
Hermes Ikon Comlink - With Trideo, Bio-Scanner, and White Noise Jammer device.
Gecko Gloves - These are neat. They stick to things like walls and let you climb them.
Survival Kit - All the basic necessities for a guy caught out in the wilds.
Medikit - Remember when we said he could patch things up? Yeah.
Doc Wagon - Basic service. Demon can walk off the rest, most times.
Lifestyle - Mid-level, neighborhood and food passable, okay for the troll on budget.
Harley Davidson Scorpion - A large and powerful motorcycle cast in black with silver highlights, modded with anti-theft system and a FN-HAR assault rifle (with laser guidance and both manual and remote triggering) mounted in front.
Contacts: "The more chummers you know, the better."
Barry Hanslow - Owner and main bartender of Barry's Bar in Seattle Downtown. He's been a great help to Demon on the whole under-the-table fake stuff. It's part of his routine. He runs a nice little decent bar that doesn't appreciate the rowdiness, and on the side he helps runners be runners and avoid any suspisious eye. They go way back, back to the barrens. Generally has information, the kind you can get by being an unassuming bartender that pretends not to care what people are babbling on about.
Fisheye Placebo - Decker/Fixer who specializes in the fixing by going into the Matrix and changing around a few simple orders to get what is desired. Demon doesn't get on with her very well, but she likes his nuyen well enough.
Other: Let's see here...
Demon is allergic to ragweed, which is not in of itself important, but can be problematic on a mission at times. He IS wanted by the UCAS Military and Humanis PoliClub. He hasn't been found yet because Humanis doesn't even know his face and the military have either alot to do or alot of trolls to sift through at times. The name, Sado Renkin, is rarely used. Even still, his past problems are a thing that could come to light. You could poke him with hunters and old squadmates who knew 'The Sarge'. People freaked out by his looks is always fun. He's probably prime meat for someone's pet cyberzombie project, if someone were inclined to rip him up for that. Oh, it should be important to note that Demon is personally afraid of contracting the HMHVV (Human Meta-Human Vampiric Virus) on the grounds that he's worried he'll turn into "A drooling idiot of a braindead fragging DZOO-NO-QUA!" or a Fomorian. Not exactly sure, overall. We could discuss things if you like.
