Appearance: Lucy come's in at small 5'3 with a slim build. She wears a black beanie with a small blazing skull on the front near the bottom and a small triforce pin right besides it. She has light auburn hair that is mostly hidden underneath her beanie and charcoal grey eyes. She has a fair complexion with the exception of a small scar on her upper lip. Lucy can usually be seen wearing a black zip up hoodie over a grey t-shirt with a stylized skull on the front. She also wears a pair of jeans with tears at the knees and a pair of black and red converse sneakers. She also carries an olive drab messenger bag to hold all of her belongings.
Personality: Lucy exhibits a constant calm and indifferent attitude when interacting with people, one that has gotten her accused of being a stoner a few times before. She is constantly talking to herself and has a habit to tune out other people when they are talking. While she drops her indifferent attitude when among friends she still keeps her habit of tuning them out when they're talking. In battle Lucy maintains her calm demeanor and strives to end things quickly, before she begins to get irritated.
Skills: Lucy has above average levels of medical training, is a good cook, seems to have an empathetic link with most animals and is a half decent planner. She's also unbelievably good at many games, including videogames and non videogames. And while her combat skills are lacking she does have experience using her environment for traversal and to launch surprise attacks.
Preferred Musical Instrument: A replica ocarina from the Legend of Zelda series
Preferred Musical Genre: soft country (If an example is needed check the other)
Music Persona's Appearance and Name: Lucy has taken to calling her persona Epona, after the same horse from her favorite video game, and it takes the appearance of a medium sized mustang with a white mane and coat. A light breeze seems to follow it everywhere it goes with a feint smell of hay.
Special Music Persona Powers: Epona can control air currents to manipulate the air around the user or it's foes. This can be used to create highly pressurized air currents to either protect it's master or attack it's foes. Epona also has the ability to become corporeal and incorporeal at will, allowing it to phase through people and objects at will, however when incorporeal it can not attack or defend.
Bio: Lucy was born into the family of, strangely enough, gamers. Her mother and father were apparently high up in the pro fps circuit, and her older brother was tearing up the street fighter circuit. When she was growing up she was constantly left with a babysitter as her parents and brother were usually training or out at tournaments. Because of this she grew up with no one to really attach to, so she had no one to inspire her to really reach for greatness. Sure her parents and brother tried to introduce her to gaming, but she just didn't have the competitive spirit to compete against other players. She mainly enjoyed playing single player games and taking her time playing them, not really caring about completing the objective or finding all of the unlockables.
At school Lucy never stuck out, she never caused trouble and she seemed content to just lounge around and never interact with anyone. Her parents weren't worried, they never stuck out at school either and they were fine so they just kept ignoring Lucy's apparent loner behavior. This continued until her 14'th birthday, when her parents gave her a replica ocarina from the Legend of Zelda series. Lucy instantly became instantly attached to that object and carried it with her everywhere she went and after a while she decided to learn how to play it. Soon kids began to ask her why she carried it around and asked her to play something which Lucy was happy to do.
After she turned 19 she received a weird letter in the mailbox and after reading it she decided to attend whatever this event was. She worked out the details with her parents and got on the first ship to this strange and possibly dangerous event.
Other: example of the music () Also i too seem to be missing the 5th rule
"Well at least I can count on you for some fun." Jame's said as Pick explained that she would be up to see a UFC match in the future if they decided to call it a night after dinner. Honestly he expected that more people would be open to living it up before they got sent off on this assignment. But noooo, they just had to be responsible and decide to take it easy tonight. "Yeah let me just ask my friend who just so happens to be my same height and build for a suit that's good enough to pass at Four Gardens, I'm sure he has exactly what I'm looking for." He said sarcastically as he addressed the obvious problem of finding a suit that would fit him at this hour. "And as for the carnival should we meet up before or after dinner? If we go after dinner we'd miss the event tonight."
Hearing Two Dove's speak up James turned just as she said that she was going to wait by the lift and that it was interesting to meet everyone. She was a strange one, he couldn't really figure out her deal yet. Oh well, at the very least he wasn't the only one who was without nice clothes if the sick girl and the man in a trench coat's words were anything to go by. As Pick asked both of them why they didn't own a dress shirt with a tie and some slacks for such an occasion James couldn't help but judge her. "Oh hi, I'm miss oversized hoodie and jeans, I'll be criticizing your fashion today." He thought as he said "My line of work calls for dressing practical, not fancy. And in case you didn't notice it's not exactly easy to find clothes when you're this big. Seriously I had to custom order my jacket because their largest size barely covered my elbows."
Throwing his duffel bag onto the ground he pulled out his jacket before pointing to the tag on the inside of the collar. "This is size XXXXXL, and it's not cheap. I had to call so many damn favors just to get the guy to make it for me, and even then I had to guard his son while he was on a gun run, which by the way descended into a firefight when the damn kid tried to stiff the dealers. So yeah I don't own nice clothes, because they would cost a fortune to be made and if they got torn then I'd be screwed."
Laughing like an idiot as Pick showed her excitement at the thought of getting front row seats at tonight's UFC event and getting a free meal, James remarked. "Don't worry, the last time I tried that it just ruined the fight. It wasn't fun for anyone, especially not that one dude who's arm I broke." Upon hearing her mention that there was actually a carnival tonight a huge grin grew on his face "Sweet I love carnivals, where is it at? And if we go are you going to need a ride?" He asked as Two Dove's spoke up next.
She reminded the group that they were going to be going on an assignment tomorrow so they should probably take it easy tonight. "Damn you're right, didn't think about that." It honestly wasn't a problem for James. He was used to working after long nights which usually included a barfight and enough drinks to kill any normal person twice over. But some of these other people probably didn't have a lot of experience working on a few hours sleep, especially the sick looking girl. "Well I'll be going to the fight irregardless, but if you guys aren't up for it I understand. Not like I'm going out of my way to get these tickets or anything." It really wasn't that hard to get the tickets, but it would cost him a favor and he didn't feel like wasting it on himself.
Hearing doctor Samson mention that they would be dining at the Four Gardens he quickly expressed his amazement on dining at such a high class establishment "Whoa the Four Gardens? I've only heard stories about a place like that. I would be honored to dine at a high class place like that." However when the subject of clothing came up James was less excited to talk about that. "Uhh I actually do not own nice clothing that would be acceptable in a place like that. Don't really need it in my line of work." He said while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
Hearing Pick's comment about his appearance and name James turned to her and laughed before saying "Please,more like they stole my name and turned it into their little "Epic show." Too bad they made it PG13, they just couldn't handle how great I am." Her comment wasn't actually meant to offend him, it was obvious by her smile and attitude. Besides she'd probably know better than to **** off the giant man and his equally giant baseball bat. Plus the armed guards, back from the grave war vet and doctor Samson's presence alone were enough to deter him away from any violence.
Hearing chuckling James turned to face Denzel as he explained how he had cheated death. After listening to his story Jame's couldn't help but feel bad for him, doomed to die on a suicide mission and then experimented on like a human guinea pig. And all this time the government covered it up and lied to the public. "For what it's worth I'm sorry about what happened to you. No one should be treated like that." Having everyone believing that you were dead is never easy, and James knew that from experience.
Continuing with his speech Denzel went on to explain that they would be taking on all manner of enemies, corporations, the government and gangs. A flash of worry crossed James's face as he briefly though of the possibility of having to take on his old gang. He was sure they knew that he was alive, but the fact that they haven't done anything had been a worry plaguing the back of his mind for years. He then explained that they would be operating in Lynnhaven for now, but they planned to move to a larger scale across the US. He also explained that if we choose to accept then we would be assigned to different roles in the organization. "Shock and Awe sounds like a good position. Or maybe be more blunt and just ask for the most violent one."
He then explained the dangers associated with joining their movement and the consequences of trying to betray the ALM. Continuing he explained that operations were to be undertaken as humanely and ethically as possible, which raised some red flags in James's head. He was used to doing whatever he wanted with his targets, so humane wasn't exactly common in his line of work. Still it was obvious that Denzel had thought of the possibility and quickly presented a large briefcase of US bills, explaining that it payed well too. "You had me at pays well" He thought as Denzel finished explaining that they were free until tomorrow.
Turning to Samson who had rolled up beside James he said "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying." Jame's was about to voice his opinion when Pick spoke up. She seemed very nervous about taking the doctor up on his offer for dinner and James could see why. Being offered a meal by a well known and loved doctor wasn't something to be calm about. Laughing and slapping Pick on the back with his free hand he said "Calm down girl, it's not like he invited you for a philosophical discussion over a bottle of fine wine in his study." He joked before continuing "And if you are looking for something to do I have a few suggestions. We could go see a movie, check to see if there's some sort of carnival orrrrr." He said before pulling out his phone "I know a way to get front row seats at tonight's UFC fight if anyone is interested."
"Dude snap out of it, you're looking like a total dumb***" James quickly snapped out of his surprised expression and quickly coughed into his first before saying "What I mean is the media had pretty much confirmed your death, yet as I can see they were clearly wrong." Stamping out the lightly smoking remains of his cigarette he continued "Would you like to explain how you survived your apparent death?"
Turning to the woman who revealed herself as "Pick" James quickly introduced himself. "Apologies for my previous reaction, the name's Earthbreaker, mercenary and bad*** extraordinaire." He boasted. You see James held himself and his work in very high regard and he never missed a chance to boast about either of those things. Turning to the sickly looking girl he said "Seriously a bus? What not old enough to drive yet?" He joked before once again boasting "As for me I broke a guy in half while earning some credits and then I rolled up on my motorcycle."
Pick once again spoke up, this time calling attention to the man who was looking around the room. "What could he be looking for in this small room? Seriously I've seen and been in cells that were bigger than this." James thought before remarking "Dude's probably wondering how we're all going to fit in such a small room. Won't lie, I've been thinking it too."
Finally after what seemed like an eternity of waiting the electronic door opened with a beep, revealing what appeared to be a waiting room of some sorts. It seemed very modern with the exception of some older looking doors with labels identifying which room is which. James would have loved to check out security and see what kind of goodies they had in there, but it would have to wait for another time. The two guards eyed the group wearily as James took another inhale of his almost depleted cigarette. "Only two guards? Man talk about under-secured." he thought as Wilson ushered them into what appeared to be an office.
Inside of the office appeared to be a rather well built man with grey hair and an admittedly respectable beard to match it. He looked like he could fill both a combat roll in the field and off of it, but for some reason James felt that he had seen this person before. Or at the very least heard about him from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it until Wilson spoke up. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Denzel Greeves, code named Scion. You may know him as the famous war-hero who was killed in World War III." Jame's eyes widened as large as saucers as his mouth was agape at the sudden revelation.
He didn't even notice that his cigarette had fallen from his mouth until he remembered that he had to blink, snapping him out of his shocked state. "Hold up, how are you alive!" He exclaimed in shock before quickly adding "I mean aren't you supposed to be, you know, dead!"
The hallway was quiet as a few more of the people who were called pooled around the door. Kate was conversing with Doves, something about how she had a cool blue motif or whatever that meant. Jame's wasn't really paying attention until Dove mentioned something about a smoke. "Huh didn't take her for a smoker, wonder if her looks are because of surgery" he thought before the woman in question pulled out a vape. "Oh of course it's a vape, freaking hipsters."
As Kate refused the vape Samson rolled up besides Doves. Politely apologizing for his intrusion he quickly asked the two females what they did for a living before complimenting Doves on her look. She moved to that her hair would partially cover her face, but James could make out the faintest hint of red on her cheeks. "Man that guy is a genius with nanomachines and with the ladies, maybe I should ask him for some tips." he absently thought as the two women answered Samsons question.
"Well, you could say that I work for a god. It's complicated." Kate responded as James barely suppressed his laugh as he shook his head. "This girl probably drank too much of the kool-aid." he thought as Dove responded a few seconds after Kate. "I'm a technician, not the best, not the worst, but I try and make the slums a better place to live. What about you Doctor, a man of such social standing doesn't need to be here for the money or to make his part of the world a better place?" James had to admit that it was a good question. Why was a man as famous as Dr. Samson doing here for possible mercenary work? "Dang I could really use a real smoke right about now."
Reaching into his back pocket James smiled as he felt a lone cigarette be gripped by his fingers before bringing it up to his mask. Leaning his bat against the wall he uses his free hand to undo the straps in the back of his mask. Undoing the final strap he quickly caught the mask as it fell free from his face, before strapping it to one of the belt loops of his pants. Placing the cigarette in his mouth he reaches into his front pocket and fishes out a black flip lighter with a skull and crossbones pattern on the front of it. Lighting the lighter he brought it up to the cigarette in his mouth and lit it before closing the lighter and returning it to his pocket. Taking a deep inhale of the cig James held it for a second before exhaling the smoke. "Man that really takes the edge off." He said to no one in particular as he took another inhale.
"So they sent out 8 messages other than the one they sent me." Jame's thought as Wilson explained the messages. That still raised the question to the identity of the last supposed person that they sent the message to. "Hopefully it's someone who won't get in the way." he thought as he took a look at the group. It honestly didn't look like a group of mercenaries, but that's probably what ALM wanted. A group of people who wouldn't be looked at funny if you saw them on the streets. "Well, save for Samson, but that would be because of his fame, not because he looked like a criminal."
"Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" James heard a voice say as a young woman wearing a black and red mask that looked like it resembled some sort of owl. Turning to the woman he says "Yeah, and I'm going to guess that you got the message too." Pulling out his phone the screen lights up with the logo of that the message in question had. "Nice mask by the way."
Putting his phone away he turned back to the group. Dove was currently trying to see inside of the building that they were going to enter, Jonathan was conversing with the sick looking girl and doctor Samson was sitting patiently. Lightly chuckling at his own joke turned to Wilson as he spoke. "Now that everyone is here, I want you all to follow me. You can bring your motorcycles inside, if you brought one" he said as James went over to his motorcycle. Starting it up he guided it into the warehouse after Doves and parked it next to hers. He took one of the tarps and threw it over the bike after killing it, and then walked back over to the group.
The dust in the air really made him regret his choice in wearing his mask as it was severely irritating his eyes. Walking through the old warehouse he couldn't help but think of how many cop movies he watched that ended with some sort of warehouse scene. Usually the cop would come alone and apparently unarmed. Then the big bad guy would show up and taunt him before tying to kill him, but then it turns out the cop had a gun, pops the criminal in the head and saves the day. Coming to a stop he saw a cargo lift that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Getting on the lift it was a short ride in silence as the darkness was interrupted by short periods of light as they descended. Soon they came to a dimly lit corridor, which Wilson had begun to lead them down. He came to a stop at a mechanical door and after a few seconds he placed his hand dully on a scanner and waits for the door to open.
"I seem to be getting into a habit of threatening complete strangers nowadays." Jame's thought to himself as the man he was threatening contorted his face from a cheerful expression to an agitated one. Deciding to lower his baseball bat he swung it up so that it now rested on his right shoulder. "Hey!" a voice called out from behind James, and after turning he found that it belonged to the man who was leaning against the warehouse from before. "Look, I know it's a little difficult to trust each other in a place like this, but I need you all to pull yourselves together, or else we're not gonna get anywhere with this." He said while stepping out into the light rain. "My name is Wilson Grey. I am a high ranking member of the ALM. I've been instructed to gather you all here outside the warehouse, then bring you in after either everyone shows up, or until ten minutes passes. It's too dangerous for my boss to show himself, even in a place like Old Town, so you'll have to wait to get inside until you meet him. Until then, I'd like everyone to stay calm."
"Maybe he's right, we do seem a little bit on edge right now." His subconscious reasoned as James relaxed his stance to appear less tense. If these people were going to be his partners it wasn't a good idea to alienate them so fast. "Especially Samson, we do not want to get on his bad side by coming off as a two-bit thug." he thought before almost immediately tensing up again at the sight of the new arrival. He had seen the news feeds and heard enough to know that this guy was wanted by the cops, an understatement considering that most of the people present here probably had some connection to the police.
"And he's standing right behind the little girl. See this is why I hate kids, can't defend themselves so someone else has to do it." James thought as he casually walked and placed himself between the girl and the new arrival. If anyone would ask him why he moved he would just say he felt like it and brush them off. "Yep I just wanted to move, totally not trying to protect this kid. Just a grown man wanting to stand between a wanted criminal and a defenseless child, totally normal." His subconscious reasoned as he spoke up to Will "So exactly how many of these "messages" did you send out huh?" He asked, trying to get more information on what they wanted them here for.
The man that Jame's was threatening remained silent as a new voice caused him to look over towards the source. It was a very young girl who looked like death himself was keeping his hand on her at all times. Seriously she looked so weak she probably couldn't lift her cybernetic arm even if she wanted to. "Excuse me" she said, "but did you all get messages?" At this point Jame's was starting to have doubts about the authenticity of this "job"
"Great now we have a little girl to deal with, man I hate kids." Jame's thought as the man he was threatening backed off. He explained that he was just a fan of doctor Samson's work and that his name was Jonathan. Jame's noticed how he didn't introduce his companion with the flamethrower, something that made him uneasy. The man then explained that he had worked on something called project perfect for it's last five years, but ended up failing to create a functioning AI. Still having this mans name meant that if he were to cause problems later down the road it would be easier to track him.
The woman known as Two Doves spoke up after killing her bike "I don't have very much in the way of credentials, but hopefully this will do" she said while holding her screen outward with that ALM logo from the message, "I take it you're the one who summoned us here." Jame's highly doubted the validity of that statement as the woman asked if we had all received messages to come here, meaning that she did not know who he and these people were.
"So you got one of those too." Jame's said as he pulled out an old model smartphone that he had used as his personal phone, the screen displaying the same logo on his message as Dove's had.
Out of the corner of his eye Jame's caught sight of a figure in a trench coat strolling up to the group. He stopped short of the group and placed his right hand into his trench coat pocket and talked with a distinct English accent "Well, isn't this a pleasant crowd, eh?" Jame's once again felt weary of the new arrival as he directed his baseball bat towards the man "And what do you mean by that huh? What's your business here anyway?" He said as he then towards the kid "And what are you doing here kid? Get back home before you keel over and die on the street."
"Somethings wrong here...." Jame's thought as another motorcycle pulled up to the warehouse, it's headlight causing him to narrow his eyes at the brightness that contrasted with the dim light of the lantern on the ground. Gripping his baseball bat even tighter in his left hand he grew wary of the new arrival and the stranger in the trench coat. He had made a lot of enemies over the years and it wasn't uncommon for them to try and lure him out to try and get rid of him. The rider of the other motorcycle parked next to them, just out of reach so she could escape if they tried anything but close enough that she didn't come off as suspicious. "Well, as suspicious as you could be in this place." He thought as the rider took off their helmet, revealing a female face with... "Are those antenna? What is going on here?" The woman introduced herself as Two Doves and said that she was here for the job.
Before Jame's could voice his concern about the confidentiality of their meeting a van pulled up in front of the warehouse as well and two men popped out of the back carrying weapons. This made him unconsciously prepare his legs to lunge at the two men at the slightest indication of trouble. They didn't say anything, unlike the woman now known as Two Doves, so their identities were still a mystery. Just then another vehicle arrived on the scene, however this one was different, notably as it was a high class model of car. The kind of car that only the richest of the rich could enjoy, which was sticking out like a sore thumb among the broken and cracked streets of Old Town. What surprised him more was who came out of the car, Samson Martin, the man who revolutionized the field of medical nanites that patched Jame's up whenever he got in over his head. "Woah what is Samson Martin doing here?!" Jame's was astonished that someone as famous as him would be here. "Wait, why is he here? Is he here for the job? Or is he the one who is setting up the job?!"
He broke out of his thoughts as the two men who came out of the van spoke to each other. One of them seemed to have some history with Samson as he talked about nanited developed for him. The other man put his gun away and started to approach Samson, an action that caused Jame's to react quickly. You see if there was one thing his life in a gang had taught him, it was respect. And someone like Samson Martin deserved to be respected, and his arrival here meant that Jame's would be working with him. Stepping in between the man and Samson, James took his baseball bat and pressed the end of it firmly against the mans chest. "Now hold on there you're not taking one more step until I know exactly who you are, got it?" He threatened before turning to Doctor Samson. "It is an honor to meet you Doctor Samson, your advancements in medical nanites have absolutely revolutionized the field." His tone towards the doctor was respectful and polite, a great contrast to his previous action towards the unidentified man.
Old Town, true to it's name, was one of the oldest sections of Lynnhaven. However that's one of the only good things that could be said about the run down town. It has become a hive of scum and villainy where law had very little meaning to the criminals who called it home. Still it wasn't all bad, certain professions had flourished under the lawless structure, especially a certain mercenary's business. Jame's took a deep inhale of the stale night air as he waited in the inside of what was once a convenience store, the faint sound of some sort of liquid hitting the floor filling the store. It was a pretty simple job, some guy had run afoul with some other guy for sleeping with his girlfriend or whatever, the details weren't important. What was important though was that he received instructions to beat the guy within an inch of his life and leave his battered body for dead.
Dude didn't even put up that much of a fight, not that he could've with 5 of his ribs broken before he could scream for help. The rest was as simple as breaking the jaw before he could scream and then beating the ever loving crap out of him. As his victims battered and bloody body twitched on the floor Jame's took a moment to wipe down his baseball bat to clean off the blood. "Gotta get this crap off or else it'll stain the wood" he said to himself as he finished wiping off the bat with a rag. He would receive payment a few days after he finished the job so there was no point in sticking around anymore, so he checked his watch. A few weeks ago he received a message about a job at a warehouse in the area from an anonymous contractor. The pay was good so James decided to take the job. He was supposed to meet up with the contractor soon so he decided to head out.
Stepping out into the cold night he sighed as he felt the light rain impact against his mask. Fishing his keys to his motorcycle out of his pocket he got on his ride and started it up, the loud engine cutting through the city like a knife. As he sped through the dark streets towards the warehouse he couldn't help but wonder who this person was. Arriving at the location he killed his engine as he leaned the bike up against the side of the warehouse's exterior. Whoever his contractor was was already here, or at least someone here on their behalf. Slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder and shouldering his bat on his other shoulder Jame's walked up to the man in the trench coat under the warehouses overhang and bluntly asked "You the one who sent the message?"
Complications: Blackmail - It's like they always say "Once your in the mafia, you can never get out" Ties to a small town gang have a chance to cause some complications for the mercenary on his jobs.
Apperance: James comes in at a staggering 6'11 with broad shoulders and a large athletic frame. He has white hair, however due to his age he has a receding hairline. He has a scar across his left eye that he covers with a black eye patch and a trimmed white beard. He usually wears a black T-shirt under a black leather jacket. He also wears a pair of black driver gloves to fully cover his robotic arms. He wears a pair of faded blue jeans with a pair of brown work boots. He also carries a green duffle bag containing a baseball bat, a spare change of clothes, a skull hockey mask and a large cleaver for fights.
Bio: James Wilhelm is not a good guy. He was a thug, a street rat, and a rebel. His father was a common thug for a small town gang run by a notorious criminal shrouded in mystery named "Mister G." No one had ever seen Mister G before, but his orders were absolute and if he suspected you of treason the consequences were immediate termination. This was the case for his father, Chris Wilhelm, who was suspected of ratting out his fellow gang members to the police for amnesty for his crimes. James was 2 when they came for his father, they had busted down the doors and mercilessly gunned down his father and his mother. Being the only survivor of the massacre the goons took John to the boss to figure out what they would do with him.
The boss decided to keep the kid around, they could use him for collateral if they ever got caught or they could train him to become a loyal goon. And so began James's life of crime. He was abused for the longest time while he was a child, countless beatings and cold nights taught him to never show weakness when faced with pain. When he was 12 he was already beginning to show his loyalty to the gang when he caught and beat a mole to death with a baseball bat. As he grew up so did his strength and position in the gang. By the time he was 30 he was considered the bosses enforcer, if someone needed to be made an example of he would be the one to do it. But even then the boss had bigger plans for the enforcer. With his consent James was equipped with bootleg cybernetic limbs and armor that increased his already impressive strength by twofold.
However things started to go south when members of the gang suddenly went quiet with no indication. It started with low level thugs, people who wouldn't be missed, however soon people higher up began to go missing. Soon enough it was James's turn as they came in the dead of night while he was overlooking operations at one of the bosses warehouses. They burst through the back door with guns ablazing, gunning down most of the thugs before they could even get their weapons. They were coming for James, he knew that they would, it was just a matter of when. When the group finally reached James's hiding spot they were surprised to find him long dead from a single bullet through the head. What they were even more surprised at was the timer that was slowly ticking down to zero.
Jame's had planned ahead, took one of the lower goons who had some skinflex nanowear installed and made him resemble James. Then it was as simple as popping him in the head, rigging the warehouse with explosives and getting out of there before it blew. On that day James died in a warehouse explosion, taking the group that was tearing through the gang he worked for. Dawning a skull hockey mask he took up his codename "Earthbreaker" and worked as a mercenary for years. After completing a job that included bashing a guys brains in he received a message about a job. He was supposed to report to a warehouse in a place called old town to get briefed. The pay was good so James grabbed his dufflebag, the keys to his motorcycle and set out to the coordinates on the message. Equipment (optional) :
1 big league slugger mahogany baseball bat
1 stainless steel cleaver
1 change of clothes
1 personal cell phone
1 skull hockey mask Other (optional):
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So is this going to ever gonna get an IC thread or are we kicking a dead horse at this point?
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Name: Lucy Pyre
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lucy come's in at small 5'3 with a slim build. She wears a black beanie with a small blazing skull on the front near the bottom and a small triforce pin right besides it. She has light auburn hair that is mostly hidden underneath her beanie and charcoal grey eyes. She has a fair complexion with the exception of a small scar on her upper lip. Lucy can usually be seen wearing a black zip up hoodie over a grey t-shirt with a stylized skull on the front. She also wears a pair of jeans with tears at the knees and a pair of black and red converse sneakers. She also carries an olive drab messenger bag to hold all of her belongings.
Personality: Lucy exhibits a constant calm and indifferent attitude when interacting with people, one that has gotten her accused of being a stoner a few times before. She is constantly talking to herself and has a habit to tune out other people when they are talking. While she drops her indifferent attitude when among friends she still keeps her habit of tuning them out when they're talking. In battle Lucy maintains her calm demeanor and strives to end things quickly, before she begins to get irritated.
Skills: Lucy has above average levels of medical training, is a good cook, seems to have an empathetic link with most animals and is a half decent planner. She's also unbelievably good at many games, including videogames and non videogames. And while her combat skills are lacking she does have experience using her environment for traversal and to launch surprise attacks.
Preferred Musical Instrument: A replica ocarina from the Legend of Zelda series
Preferred Musical Genre: soft country (If an example is needed check the other)
Music Persona's Appearance and Name: Lucy has taken to calling her persona Epona, after the same horse from her favorite video game, and it takes the appearance of a medium sized mustang with a white mane and coat. A light breeze seems to follow it everywhere it goes with a feint smell of hay.
Special Music Persona Powers: Epona can control air currents to manipulate the air around the user or it's foes. This can be used to create highly pressurized air currents to either protect it's master or attack it's foes. Epona also has the ability to become corporeal and incorporeal at will, allowing it to phase through people and objects at will, however when incorporeal it can not attack or defend.
Bio: Lucy was born into the family of, strangely enough, gamers. Her mother and father were apparently high up in the pro fps circuit, and her older brother was tearing up the street fighter circuit. When she was growing up she was constantly left with a babysitter as her parents and brother were usually training or out at tournaments. Because of this she grew up with no one to really attach to, so she had no one to inspire her to really reach for greatness. Sure her parents and brother tried to introduce her to gaming, but she just didn't have the competitive spirit to compete against other players. She mainly enjoyed playing single player games and taking her time playing them, not really caring about completing the objective or finding all of the unlockables.
At school Lucy never stuck out, she never caused trouble and she seemed content to just lounge around and never interact with anyone. Her parents weren't worried, they never stuck out at school either and they were fine so they just kept ignoring Lucy's apparent loner behavior. This continued until her 14'th birthday, when her parents gave her a replica ocarina from the Legend of Zelda series. Lucy instantly became instantly attached to that object and carried it with her everywhere she went and after a while she decided to learn how to play it. Soon kids began to ask her why she carried it around and asked her to play something which Lucy was happy to do.
After she turned 19 she received a weird letter in the mailbox and after reading it she decided to attend whatever this event was. She worked out the details with her parents and got on the first ship to this strange and possibly dangerous event.
Other: example of the music () Also i too seem to be missing the 5th rule
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"Well at least I can count on you for some fun." Jame's said as Pick explained that she would be up to see a UFC match in the future if they decided to call it a night after dinner. Honestly he expected that more people would be open to living it up before they got sent off on this assignment. But noooo, they just had to be responsible and decide to take it easy tonight. "Yeah let me just ask my friend who just so happens to be my same height and build for a suit that's good enough to pass at Four Gardens, I'm sure he has exactly what I'm looking for." He said sarcastically as he addressed the obvious problem of finding a suit that would fit him at this hour. "And as for the carnival should we meet up before or after dinner? If we go after dinner we'd miss the event tonight."
Hearing Two Dove's speak up James turned just as she said that she was going to wait by the lift and that it was interesting to meet everyone. She was a strange one, he couldn't really figure out her deal yet. Oh well, at the very least he wasn't the only one who was without nice clothes if the sick girl and the man in a trench coat's words were anything to go by. As Pick asked both of them why they didn't own a dress shirt with a tie and some slacks for such an occasion James couldn't help but judge her. "Oh hi, I'm miss oversized hoodie and jeans, I'll be criticizing your fashion today." He thought as he said "My line of work calls for dressing practical, not fancy. And in case you didn't notice it's not exactly easy to find clothes when you're this big. Seriously I had to custom order my jacket because their largest size barely covered my elbows."
Throwing his duffel bag onto the ground he pulled out his jacket before pointing to the tag on the inside of the collar. "This is size XXXXXL, and it's not cheap. I had to call so many damn favors just to get the guy to make it for me, and even then I had to guard his son while he was on a gun run, which by the way descended into a firefight when the damn kid tried to stiff the dealers. So yeah I don't own nice clothes, because they would cost a fortune to be made and if they got torn then I'd be screwed."
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Laughing like an idiot as Pick showed her excitement at the thought of getting front row seats at tonight's UFC event and getting a free meal, James remarked. "Don't worry, the last time I tried that it just ruined the fight. It wasn't fun for anyone, especially not that one dude who's arm I broke." Upon hearing her mention that there was actually a carnival tonight a huge grin grew on his face "Sweet I love carnivals, where is it at? And if we go are you going to need a ride?" He asked as Two Dove's spoke up next.
She reminded the group that they were going to be going on an assignment tomorrow so they should probably take it easy tonight. "Damn you're right, didn't think about that." It honestly wasn't a problem for James. He was used to working after long nights which usually included a barfight and enough drinks to kill any normal person twice over. But some of these other people probably didn't have a lot of experience working on a few hours sleep, especially the sick looking girl. "Well I'll be going to the fight irregardless, but if you guys aren't up for it I understand. Not like I'm going out of my way to get these tickets or anything." It really wasn't that hard to get the tickets, but it would cost him a favor and he didn't feel like wasting it on himself.
Hearing doctor Samson mention that they would be dining at the Four Gardens he quickly expressed his amazement on dining at such a high class establishment "Whoa the Four Gardens? I've only heard stories about a place like that. I would be honored to dine at a high class place like that." However when the subject of clothing came up James was less excited to talk about that. "Uhh I actually do not own nice clothing that would be acceptable in a place like that. Don't really need it in my line of work." He said while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
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Hearing Pick's comment about his appearance and name James turned to her and laughed before saying "Please,more like they stole my name and turned it into their little "Epic show." Too bad they made it PG13, they just couldn't handle how great I am." Her comment wasn't actually meant to offend him, it was obvious by her smile and attitude. Besides she'd probably know better than to **** off the giant man and his equally giant baseball bat. Plus the armed guards, back from the grave war vet and doctor Samson's presence alone were enough to deter him away from any violence.
Hearing chuckling James turned to face Denzel as he explained how he had cheated death. After listening to his story Jame's couldn't help but feel bad for him, doomed to die on a suicide mission and then experimented on like a human guinea pig. And all this time the government covered it up and lied to the public. "For what it's worth I'm sorry about what happened to you. No one should be treated like that." Having everyone believing that you were dead is never easy, and James knew that from experience.
Continuing with his speech Denzel went on to explain that they would be taking on all manner of enemies, corporations, the government and gangs. A flash of worry crossed James's face as he briefly though of the possibility of having to take on his old gang. He was sure they knew that he was alive, but the fact that they haven't done anything had been a worry plaguing the back of his mind for years. He then explained that they would be operating in Lynnhaven for now, but they planned to move to a larger scale across the US. He also explained that if we choose to accept then we would be assigned to different roles in the organization. "Shock and Awe sounds like a good position. Or maybe be more blunt and just ask for the most violent one."
He then explained the dangers associated with joining their movement and the consequences of trying to betray the ALM. Continuing he explained that operations were to be undertaken as humanely and ethically as possible, which raised some red flags in James's head. He was used to doing whatever he wanted with his targets, so humane wasn't exactly common in his line of work. Still it was obvious that Denzel had thought of the possibility and quickly presented a large briefcase of US bills, explaining that it payed well too. "You had me at pays well" He thought as Denzel finished explaining that they were free until tomorrow.
Turning to Samson who had rolled up beside James he said "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying." Jame's was about to voice his opinion when Pick spoke up. She seemed very nervous about taking the doctor up on his offer for dinner and James could see why. Being offered a meal by a well known and loved doctor wasn't something to be calm about. Laughing and slapping Pick on the back with his free hand he said "Calm down girl, it's not like he invited you for a philosophical discussion over a bottle of fine wine in his study." He joked before continuing "And if you are looking for something to do I have a few suggestions. We could go see a movie, check to see if there's some sort of carnival orrrrr." He said before pulling out his phone "I know a way to get front row seats at tonight's UFC fight if anyone is interested."
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"Dude snap out of it, you're looking like a total dumb***" James quickly snapped out of his surprised expression and quickly coughed into his first before saying "What I mean is the media had pretty much confirmed your death, yet as I can see they were clearly wrong." Stamping out the lightly smoking remains of his cigarette he continued "Would you like to explain how you survived your apparent death?"
Turning to the woman who revealed herself as "Pick" James quickly introduced himself. "Apologies for my previous reaction, the name's Earthbreaker, mercenary and bad*** extraordinaire." He boasted. You see James held himself and his work in very high regard and he never missed a chance to boast about either of those things. Turning to the sickly looking girl he said "Seriously a bus? What not old enough to drive yet?" He joked before once again boasting "As for me I broke a guy in half while earning some credits and then I rolled up on my motorcycle."
Pick once again spoke up, this time calling attention to the man who was looking around the room. "What could he be looking for in this small room? Seriously I've seen and been in cells that were bigger than this." James thought before remarking "Dude's probably wondering how we're all going to fit in such a small room. Won't lie, I've been thinking it too."
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((SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK))
Finally after what seemed like an eternity of waiting the electronic door opened with a beep, revealing what appeared to be a waiting room of some sorts. It seemed very modern with the exception of some older looking doors with labels identifying which room is which. James would have loved to check out security and see what kind of goodies they had in there, but it would have to wait for another time. The two guards eyed the group wearily as James took another inhale of his almost depleted cigarette. "Only two guards? Man talk about under-secured." he thought as Wilson ushered them into what appeared to be an office.
Inside of the office appeared to be a rather well built man with grey hair and an admittedly respectable beard to match it. He looked like he could fill both a combat roll in the field and off of it, but for some reason James felt that he had seen this person before. Or at the very least heard about him from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it until Wilson spoke up. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Denzel Greeves, code named Scion. You may know him as the famous war-hero who was killed in World War III." Jame's eyes widened as large as saucers as his mouth was agape at the sudden revelation.
He didn't even notice that his cigarette had fallen from his mouth until he remembered that he had to blink, snapping him out of his shocked state. "Hold up, how are you alive!" He exclaimed in shock before quickly adding "I mean aren't you supposed to be, you know, dead!"
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The hallway was quiet as a few more of the people who were called pooled around the door. Kate was conversing with Doves, something about how she had a cool blue motif or whatever that meant. Jame's wasn't really paying attention until Dove mentioned something about a smoke. "Huh didn't take her for a smoker, wonder if her looks are because of surgery" he thought before the woman in question pulled out a vape. "Oh of course it's a vape, freaking hipsters."
As Kate refused the vape Samson rolled up besides Doves. Politely apologizing for his intrusion he quickly asked the two females what they did for a living before complimenting Doves on her look. She moved to that her hair would partially cover her face, but James could make out the faintest hint of red on her cheeks. "Man that guy is a genius with nanomachines and with the ladies, maybe I should ask him for some tips." he absently thought as the two women answered Samsons question.
"Well, you could say that I work for a god. It's complicated." Kate responded as James barely suppressed his laugh as he shook his head. "This girl probably drank too much of the kool-aid." he thought as Dove responded a few seconds after Kate. "I'm a technician, not the best, not the worst, but I try and make the slums a better place to live. What about you Doctor, a man of such social standing doesn't need to be here for the money or to make his part of the world a better place?" James had to admit that it was a good question. Why was a man as famous as Dr. Samson doing here for possible mercenary work? "Dang I could really use a real smoke right about now."
Reaching into his back pocket James smiled as he felt a lone cigarette be gripped by his fingers before bringing it up to his mask. Leaning his bat against the wall he uses his free hand to undo the straps in the back of his mask. Undoing the final strap he quickly caught the mask as it fell free from his face, before strapping it to one of the belt loops of his pants. Placing the cigarette in his mouth he reaches into his front pocket and fishes out a black flip lighter with a skull and crossbones pattern on the front of it. Lighting the lighter he brought it up to the cigarette in his mouth and lit it before closing the lighter and returning it to his pocket. Taking a deep inhale of the cig James held it for a second before exhaling the smoke. "Man that really takes the edge off." He said to no one in particular as he took another inhale.
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"So they sent out 8 messages other than the one they sent me." Jame's thought as Wilson explained the messages. That still raised the question to the identity of the last supposed person that they sent the message to. "Hopefully it's someone who won't get in the way." he thought as he took a look at the group. It honestly didn't look like a group of mercenaries, but that's probably what ALM wanted. A group of people who wouldn't be looked at funny if you saw them on the streets. "Well, save for Samson, but that would be because of his fame, not because he looked like a criminal."
"Sorry if I'm late, I'm gonna guess that everyone was told to meet here?" James heard a voice say as a young woman wearing a black and red mask that looked like it resembled some sort of owl. Turning to the woman he says "Yeah, and I'm going to guess that you got the message too." Pulling out his phone the screen lights up with the logo of that the message in question had. "Nice mask by the way."
Putting his phone away he turned back to the group. Dove was currently trying to see inside of the building that they were going to enter, Jonathan was conversing with the sick looking girl and doctor Samson was sitting patiently. Lightly chuckling at his own joke turned to Wilson as he spoke. "Now that everyone is here, I want you all to follow me. You can bring your motorcycles inside, if you brought one" he said as James went over to his motorcycle. Starting it up he guided it into the warehouse after Doves and parked it next to hers. He took one of the tarps and threw it over the bike after killing it, and then walked back over to the group.
The dust in the air really made him regret his choice in wearing his mask as it was severely irritating his eyes. Walking through the old warehouse he couldn't help but think of how many cop movies he watched that ended with some sort of warehouse scene. Usually the cop would come alone and apparently unarmed. Then the big bad guy would show up and taunt him before tying to kill him, but then it turns out the cop had a gun, pops the criminal in the head and saves the day. Coming to a stop he saw a cargo lift that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Getting on the lift it was a short ride in silence as the darkness was interrupted by short periods of light as they descended. Soon they came to a dimly lit corridor, which Wilson had begun to lead them down. He came to a stop at a mechanical door and after a few seconds he placed his hand dully on a scanner and waits for the door to open.
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"I seem to be getting into a habit of threatening complete strangers nowadays." Jame's thought to himself as the man he was threatening contorted his face from a cheerful expression to an agitated one. Deciding to lower his baseball bat he swung it up so that it now rested on his right shoulder. "Hey!" a voice called out from behind James, and after turning he found that it belonged to the man who was leaning against the warehouse from before. "Look, I know it's a little difficult to trust each other in a place like this, but I need you all to pull yourselves together, or else we're not gonna get anywhere with this." He said while stepping out into the light rain. "My name is Wilson Grey. I am a high ranking member of the ALM. I've been instructed to gather you all here outside the warehouse, then bring you in after either everyone shows up, or until ten minutes passes. It's too dangerous for my boss to show himself, even in a place like Old Town, so you'll have to wait to get inside until you meet him. Until then, I'd like everyone to stay calm."
"Maybe he's right, we do seem a little bit on edge right now." His subconscious reasoned as James relaxed his stance to appear less tense. If these people were going to be his partners it wasn't a good idea to alienate them so fast. "Especially Samson, we do not want to get on his bad side by coming off as a two-bit thug." he thought before almost immediately tensing up again at the sight of the new arrival. He had seen the news feeds and heard enough to know that this guy was wanted by the cops, an understatement considering that most of the people present here probably had some connection to the police.
"And he's standing right behind the little girl. See this is why I hate kids, can't defend themselves so someone else has to do it." James thought as he casually walked and placed himself between the girl and the new arrival. If anyone would ask him why he moved he would just say he felt like it and brush them off. "Yep I just wanted to move, totally not trying to protect this kid. Just a grown man wanting to stand between a wanted criminal and a defenseless child, totally normal." His subconscious reasoned as he spoke up to Will "So exactly how many of these "messages" did you send out huh?" He asked, trying to get more information on what they wanted them here for.
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The man that Jame's was threatening remained silent as a new voice caused him to look over towards the source. It was a very young girl who looked like death himself was keeping his hand on her at all times. Seriously she looked so weak she probably couldn't lift her cybernetic arm even if she wanted to. "Excuse me" she said, "but did you all get messages?" At this point Jame's was starting to have doubts about the authenticity of this "job"
"Great now we have a little girl to deal with, man I hate kids." Jame's thought as the man he was threatening backed off. He explained that he was just a fan of doctor Samson's work and that his name was Jonathan. Jame's noticed how he didn't introduce his companion with the flamethrower, something that made him uneasy. The man then explained that he had worked on something called project perfect for it's last five years, but ended up failing to create a functioning AI. Still having this mans name meant that if he were to cause problems later down the road it would be easier to track him.
The woman known as Two Doves spoke up after killing her bike "I don't have very much in the way of credentials, but hopefully this will do" she said while holding her screen outward with that ALM logo from the message, "I take it you're the one who summoned us here." Jame's highly doubted the validity of that statement as the woman asked if we had all received messages to come here, meaning that she did not know who he and these people were.
"So you got one of those too." Jame's said as he pulled out an old model smartphone that he had used as his personal phone, the screen displaying the same logo on his message as Dove's had.
Out of the corner of his eye Jame's caught sight of a figure in a trench coat strolling up to the group. He stopped short of the group and placed his right hand into his trench coat pocket and talked with a distinct English accent "Well, isn't this a pleasant crowd, eh?" Jame's once again felt weary of the new arrival as he directed his baseball bat towards the man "And what do you mean by that huh? What's your business here anyway?" He said as he then towards the kid "And what are you doing here kid? Get back home before you keel over and die on the street."
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"Somethings wrong here...." Jame's thought as another motorcycle pulled up to the warehouse, it's headlight causing him to narrow his eyes at the brightness that contrasted with the dim light of the lantern on the ground. Gripping his baseball bat even tighter in his left hand he grew wary of the new arrival and the stranger in the trench coat. He had made a lot of enemies over the years and it wasn't uncommon for them to try and lure him out to try and get rid of him. The rider of the other motorcycle parked next to them, just out of reach so she could escape if they tried anything but close enough that she didn't come off as suspicious. "Well, as suspicious as you could be in this place." He thought as the rider took off their helmet, revealing a female face with... "Are those antenna? What is going on here?" The woman introduced herself as Two Doves and said that she was here for the job.
Before Jame's could voice his concern about the confidentiality of their meeting a van pulled up in front of the warehouse as well and two men popped out of the back carrying weapons. This made him unconsciously prepare his legs to lunge at the two men at the slightest indication of trouble. They didn't say anything, unlike the woman now known as Two Doves, so their identities were still a mystery. Just then another vehicle arrived on the scene, however this one was different, notably as it was a high class model of car. The kind of car that only the richest of the rich could enjoy, which was sticking out like a sore thumb among the broken and cracked streets of Old Town. What surprised him more was who came out of the car, Samson Martin, the man who revolutionized the field of medical nanites that patched Jame's up whenever he got in over his head. "Woah what is Samson Martin doing here?!" Jame's was astonished that someone as famous as him would be here. "Wait, why is he here? Is he here for the job? Or is he the one who is setting up the job?!"
He broke out of his thoughts as the two men who came out of the van spoke to each other. One of them seemed to have some history with Samson as he talked about nanited developed for him. The other man put his gun away and started to approach Samson, an action that caused Jame's to react quickly. You see if there was one thing his life in a gang had taught him, it was respect. And someone like Samson Martin deserved to be respected, and his arrival here meant that Jame's would be working with him. Stepping in between the man and Samson, James took his baseball bat and pressed the end of it firmly against the mans chest. "Now hold on there you're not taking one more step until I know exactly who you are, got it?" He threatened before turning to Doctor Samson. "It is an honor to meet you Doctor Samson, your advancements in medical nanites have absolutely revolutionized the field." His tone towards the doctor was respectful and polite, a great contrast to his previous action towards the unidentified man.
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Old Town, true to it's name, was one of the oldest sections of Lynnhaven. However that's one of the only good things that could be said about the run down town. It has become a hive of scum and villainy where law had very little meaning to the criminals who called it home. Still it wasn't all bad, certain professions had flourished under the lawless structure, especially a certain mercenary's business. Jame's took a deep inhale of the stale night air as he waited in the inside of what was once a convenience store, the faint sound of some sort of liquid hitting the floor filling the store. It was a pretty simple job, some guy had run afoul with some other guy for sleeping with his girlfriend or whatever, the details weren't important. What was important though was that he received instructions to beat the guy within an inch of his life and leave his battered body for dead.
Dude didn't even put up that much of a fight, not that he could've with 5 of his ribs broken before he could scream for help. The rest was as simple as breaking the jaw before he could scream and then beating the ever loving crap out of him. As his victims battered and bloody body twitched on the floor Jame's took a moment to wipe down his baseball bat to clean off the blood. "Gotta get this crap off or else it'll stain the wood" he said to himself as he finished wiping off the bat with a rag. He would receive payment a few days after he finished the job so there was no point in sticking around anymore, so he checked his watch. A few weeks ago he received a message about a job at a warehouse in the area from an anonymous contractor. The pay was good so James decided to take the job. He was supposed to meet up with the contractor soon so he decided to head out.
Stepping out into the cold night he sighed as he felt the light rain impact against his mask. Fishing his keys to his motorcycle out of his pocket he got on his ride and started it up, the loud engine cutting through the city like a knife. As he sped through the dark streets towards the warehouse he couldn't help but wonder who this person was. Arriving at the location he killed his engine as he leaned the bike up against the side of the warehouse's exterior. Whoever his contractor was was already here, or at least someone here on their behalf. Slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder and shouldering his bat on his other shoulder Jame's walked up to the man in the trench coat under the warehouses overhang and bluntly asked "You the one who sent the message?"
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Tweaked my character to adjust for the new point values.
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Name: James Wilhelm (Codename: Earthbreaker)
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Skills: Melee Combat: [4]
Hardware:
Armored systems [1]
Armored Skin [1]
Cyberarm [2]
Cyberleg [2]
EMP Mesh [1]
Power surge [1] [right arm]
Respiration boost [1]
Wetwear: Reflex package [1]
Nanowear:Medical nanites [1]
Self repair [1]
Complications: Blackmail - It's like they always say "Once your in the mafia, you can never get out" Ties to a small town gang have a chance to cause some complications for the mercenary on his jobs.
Apperance: James comes in at a staggering 6'11 with broad shoulders and a large athletic frame. He has white hair, however due to his age he has a receding hairline. He has a scar across his left eye that he covers with a black eye patch and a trimmed white beard. He usually wears a black T-shirt under a black leather jacket. He also wears a pair of black driver gloves to fully cover his robotic arms. He wears a pair of faded blue jeans with a pair of brown work boots. He also carries a green duffle bag containing a baseball bat, a spare change of clothes, a skull hockey mask and a large cleaver for fights.
Bio: James Wilhelm is not a good guy. He was a thug, a street rat, and a rebel. His father was a common thug for a small town gang run by a notorious criminal shrouded in mystery named "Mister G." No one had ever seen Mister G before, but his orders were absolute and if he suspected you of treason the consequences were immediate termination. This was the case for his father, Chris Wilhelm, who was suspected of ratting out his fellow gang members to the police for amnesty for his crimes. James was 2 when they came for his father, they had busted down the doors and mercilessly gunned down his father and his mother. Being the only survivor of the massacre the goons took John to the boss to figure out what they would do with him.
The boss decided to keep the kid around, they could use him for collateral if they ever got caught or they could train him to become a loyal goon. And so began James's life of crime. He was abused for the longest time while he was a child, countless beatings and cold nights taught him to never show weakness when faced with pain. When he was 12 he was already beginning to show his loyalty to the gang when he caught and beat a mole to death with a baseball bat. As he grew up so did his strength and position in the gang. By the time he was 30 he was considered the bosses enforcer, if someone needed to be made an example of he would be the one to do it. But even then the boss had bigger plans for the enforcer. With his consent James was equipped with bootleg cybernetic limbs and armor that increased his already impressive strength by twofold.
However things started to go south when members of the gang suddenly went quiet with no indication. It started with low level thugs, people who wouldn't be missed, however soon people higher up began to go missing. Soon enough it was James's turn as they came in the dead of night while he was overlooking operations at one of the bosses warehouses. They burst through the back door with guns ablazing, gunning down most of the thugs before they could even get their weapons. They were coming for James, he knew that they would, it was just a matter of when. When the group finally reached James's hiding spot they were surprised to find him long dead from a single bullet through the head. What they were even more surprised at was the timer that was slowly ticking down to zero.
Jame's had planned ahead, took one of the lower goons who had some skinflex nanowear installed and made him resemble James. Then it was as simple as popping him in the head, rigging the warehouse with explosives and getting out of there before it blew. On that day James died in a warehouse explosion, taking the group that was tearing through the gang he worked for. Dawning a skull hockey mask he took up his codename "Earthbreaker" and worked as a mercenary for years. After completing a job that included bashing a guys brains in he received a message about a job. He was supposed to report to a warehouse in a place called old town to get briefed. The pay was good so James grabbed his dufflebag, the keys to his motorcycle and set out to the coordinates on the message.
Equipment (optional) :
1 big league slugger mahogany baseball bat
1 stainless steel cleaver
1 change of clothes
1 personal cell phone
1 skull hockey mask
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