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Name:
Michael Pablo
Age:
28 yrs old
POB:
Italy
Physical Appearance:
A man with a visor. Has purple hair rocking a punk style. Wears a scarlet jacket and a khaki baggy pants. His feet are mettalic. Carries a black backpack carrying a battery.
Implants:
His lower body is replaced with biomachine. It needs to be charged with electricity to operate it. This is attached to his nerve so he will feel anything that touches his lower body.
Skill:
Charge Dash
Using more electric discharge will allow Michael to dash faster. He can only dash three times in a row in order to avoid overheating.
Michael Pablo
Age:
28 yrs old
POB:
Italy
Physical Appearance:
A man with a visor. Has purple hair rocking a punk style. Wears a scarlet jacket and a khaki baggy pants. His feet are mettalic. Carries a black backpack carrying a battery.
Implants:
His lower body is replaced with biomachine. It needs to be charged with electricity to operate it. This is attached to his nerve so he will feel anything that touches his lower body.
Skill:
Charge Dash
Using more electric discharge will allow Michael to dash faster. He can only dash three times in a row in order to avoid overheating.
"Cavolo, those heartless stronzo!" shouted by a man hiding in the shadows. He is one of the people who had his entire life stolen from Tachyon. He became a drifter. What he could only do is to walk through the alleyways and be compliant to their cause to avoid being arrested. Yet, he has a grudge on them for stealing his life. As he looks around for scraps to sell...
Michael Pablo sees a pistol on the ground. It has 7 charges left in it, meaning it can shoot 7 times. "I'll make it count." said Michael.
He sneaks in building and peered outside from the window. Searchlights beams the whole street and the private guards are patrolling. Anyone that disobeyed their orders will be arrested on sight. "Accidenti!" he cursed while tightening his grip. He is shaken with fear, but he is determined to stay alive.
Michael Pablo sees a pistol on the ground. It has 7 charges left in it, meaning it can shoot 7 times. "I'll make it count." said Michael.
He sneaks in building and peered outside from the window. Searchlights beams the whole street and the private guards are patrolling. Anyone that disobeyed their orders will be arrested on sight. "Accidenti!" he cursed while tightening his grip. He is shaken with fear, but he is determined to stay alive.
Looking over the balcony, the woman with the white and red streaks stares over the lights that have consumed the old city, and then up, to the sky whose stars were eaten by the light dominating the streets below. Here eyes again level with the streets. She can see her face far away. She can see it close enough, as well. It's everywhere. And that's nice. Something new is happening in half a month. Something big. She's excited, and she hopes the people who still buy into it are too.
On the ground below, men in white and red armor walk. They're keeping everyone safe. They're making sure business don't get ransacked at night. Murder rates have been way down since last year. And that's good.
But the cost is freedom. Everything is pretty safe. If you comply. You can own a gun. If you comply. You can have a home. If you comply.
But people don't comply. Because why would they? This is America. And they owe nothing to this stranger on their walls.
A duo of corporate soldiers passed underneath Michael. They're speaking about something. Laughing about something. A light punch if metal on metal is hear. 2 men having fun. 2 guys being bros. People. But they don't look like it under everything. They're monsters. To everyone who isn't dressed like them, they look like monsters.
On the ground below, men in white and red armor walk. They're keeping everyone safe. They're making sure business don't get ransacked at night. Murder rates have been way down since last year. And that's good.
But the cost is freedom. Everything is pretty safe. If you comply. You can own a gun. If you comply. You can have a home. If you comply.
But people don't comply. Because why would they? This is America. And they owe nothing to this stranger on their walls.
A duo of corporate soldiers passed underneath Michael. They're speaking about something. Laughing about something. A light punch if metal on metal is hear. 2 men having fun. 2 guys being bros. People. But they don't look like it under everything. They're monsters. To everyone who isn't dressed like them, they look like monsters.
Name:
Dane Bane
Age:
21
POB:
Jamaica
Physical Appearance:
Young black man, average body type, blue hair, blue eyes, full black suit, with leather trench coat, carries 2 auto pistals.
Implants:
No implants yet
Skill:
Precise AIm.
during combat has the ability to aim directly on critical areas: eg: HEAD, THROAT, STOMACH, ELBOWS, KNEES, GROIN, etc.
Dane Bane
Age:
21
POB:
Jamaica
Physical Appearance:
Young black man, average body type, blue hair, blue eyes, full black suit, with leather trench coat, carries 2 auto pistals.
Implants:
No implants yet
Skill:
Precise AIm.
during combat has the ability to aim directly on critical areas: eg: HEAD, THROAT, STOMACH, ELBOWS, KNEES, GROIN, etc.
Name:
Hal
Age:
19
POB:
Malaysia
Physical Appearance:
Tall young man, athletic body type, dark hair, grey eyes(but not blind), wear jeans and leather jacket, sneaker, have a katana on his back, black sunglasses.
Implants:
Robotic arms that attached to his nerves. He feels anything he touch. The arms doesn't need to be charged. Have the robotics arm because an accident while be in several wars. Also a biometric eye on the right side. Have it before the wars. Can be taken out if needed and nearly attached to the nerve.
Skill:
Stability improve, eagle eye and strength booster.
Stability improve. Can improve the stability while handling any sort of weapon he can carry.
Eagle eye. Give the user to see very far away and focused. The distance can be adjusted. While using sniper eagle eye will be stop temporarily.
Strength booster. Boost strength for a maximum time of 5 time a day for 3 hours usage and 1 hour cool down time.
Hal
Age:
19
POB:
Malaysia
Physical Appearance:
Tall young man, athletic body type, dark hair, grey eyes(but not blind), wear jeans and leather jacket, sneaker, have a katana on his back, black sunglasses.
Implants:
Robotic arms that attached to his nerves. He feels anything he touch. The arms doesn't need to be charged. Have the robotics arm because an accident while be in several wars. Also a biometric eye on the right side. Have it before the wars. Can be taken out if needed and nearly attached to the nerve.
Skill:
Stability improve, eagle eye and strength booster.
Stability improve. Can improve the stability while handling any sort of weapon he can carry.
Eagle eye. Give the user to see very far away and focused. The distance can be adjusted. While using sniper eagle eye will be stop temporarily.
Strength booster. Boost strength for a maximum time of 5 time a day for 3 hours usage and 1 hour cool down time.
NUKE
Name: Ashlyn Walker
Age: 27
POB: United Kingdom
Physical description: 5’6” / Slim /
Purple eyes {colour contacts} / Usually
seen wearing either a White Suit or a
Pure black personal ‘night op’ Tac outfit
Implants:
Social Enhancer implant {microchip
that helps analyse the mental state
of targeted individuals
Software type: Surveillance hack
{Disables cameras and other devices
within a certain range for a short while}
Skills:
Pistol gun nut {better with pistols}
Thermal Vision {Night op outfit}
{Grants thermal, but normally tends
to glitch as it’s old tech dating back to
2064}
Age: 27
POB: United Kingdom
Physical description: 5’6” / Slim /
Purple eyes {colour contacts} / Usually
seen wearing either a White Suit or a
Pure black personal ‘night op’ Tac outfit
Implants:
Social Enhancer implant {microchip
that helps analyse the mental state
of targeted individuals
Software type: Surveillance hack
{Disables cameras and other devices
within a certain range for a short while}
Skills:
Pistol gun nut {better with pistols}
Thermal Vision {Night op outfit}
{Grants thermal, but normally tends
to glitch as it’s old tech dating back to
2064}
Name: Joel Suarez
Age:57
POB:Colombia
Physical description:
grey colored hair and beard, brown eyes, fit body, 5'10
wears an old classic brow cowboy hat and a brown trench coat,
dark blue jean, dark brown hiking boots and a dark grey dress shirt.
Implants: robotic hands (connected to my nerves) that have set modified magnets and a machete inside of both
Skills: metal manipulation( i can manipulate any metal as i want but depending on the size and weigh
t it puts a bigger burden on the magnets causing overheating, mechanical failure
and possible loss of the arm (prolonged use can also cause overheating)
Age:57
POB:Colombia
Physical description:
grey colored hair and beard, brown eyes, fit body, 5'10
wears an old classic brow cowboy hat and a brown trench coat,
dark blue jean, dark brown hiking boots and a dark grey dress shirt.
Implants: robotic hands (connected to my nerves) that have set modified magnets and a machete inside of both
Skills: metal manipulation( i can manipulate any metal as i want but depending on the size and weigh
t it puts a bigger burden on the magnets causing overheating, mechanical failure
and possible loss of the arm (prolonged use can also cause overheating)
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well, that's a shame, it looked like a possibly great rp