[B]Name:[/B] Cheng Quiad

[B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Ethnicity/Nationality:[/B] Chinese, City Urban Administrative and Law Enforcement Bureau, Zunyi Prefecture

[B]Physical Description:[/B]

[INDENT]Passes for a short-statured human male with a lean build and a short nose. Typically with short dark hair and a somewhat pale complexion than is typical for someone from his region.[/INDENT]

[B]Skillset:[/B]

[INDENT]Trained in highly choreographed small-unit raids to apprehend suspects, often with or without the assistance of military-grade hardware. Also quite good at following paper-trails to uncover money-laundering operations.[/INDENT]

[B]History[/B]

[INDENT]Following a lead on an anti-corruption case, Cheng had assembled a team to raid a wealthy businessman's mountainside-estate. Mid-raid, the team was descended upon by an unknown entity that proceeded to pursue them and their target (then under protective custody) alike.

From their new informant, they quickly learned the scope of their problem and set-up a hasty perimeter in hopes of holding them off until dawn. However it wasn't long before these measures were proven quite futile; only serving to delay and aggravate their assailants. Thankfully time was in their favor and enough of his team remained intact enough to bring the man in.

Things didn't go so well the next night, however. As their witness died gruesomely while in his cell, and many of his team either quickly went 'missing' or recanted their story on how he'd gone insane and started gunning-down his own team.

Then, alone on the following night. There was an intruder inside his home. Although it only looked and behaved like just some punk kid with a grudge; he should have known better when he tried to draw a gun on him, only to see it and his hand crushed into a mangled mess of flesh, steel, and bone. His kneecaps went next. He was still in disbelief that it could possibly end this way, even as he was swiftly dragged out of his home, and lectured on his true place in the food-chain.

He was then doused in kerosene and set on fire. [I]They wanted to watch [u]him[/u] burn[/I].

Luckily there was a nearby koi pond which he managed to roll into. The vampire quickly rushed after him, only to find himself impaled through the heart by a submerged log.

Vigil had gotten word of the unit, but by the time they arrived Cheng was the only surviving member that wasn't re-aligned with the blood-suckers.[/INDENT]

[B]Psychological Profile:[/B]

[INDENT]Cheng is one that is often observant, quietly cataloguing anything and everything that could be used either against him, or against anyone that wishes harm upon him. Others would often dismiss this as paranoia whenever he'd point-out any of the less-likely means of his team's demise. So on one hand he tries to be crazy-prepared for everything, on the other hand he tries to be crazy-prepared for everything.

Pointing out any overlooked flaws in his preparations usually results in him scrambling to correct that flaw before proceeding onwards with his mission.[/INDENT]

[B]Modifications:[/B][list]
[*]Communications suite
[*] Toxin filters
[*] Eye/ear augmentation
[*] Joint-reconstruction (legs, arms, spine, neck) allowing him to bend with greater speed and agility, and less likely to get permanently dislocated
[*] 'Wired' reflexes. When coupled with his improved joints and better perception, it was deemed worthwhile to improve his ability to make use of these things in hopes of keeping-up with the vampires
[*] Dermal armor and memetic viz-mods. As most of his original skin had been burned-off and normal skin-grafts being as they are, they decided to opt for a skin that can change tone as well as provide better protection from cuts and gunfire.
[*] Robot-hand (right). To replace his pulpy stump, they gave him a modular hand that socketed to his arm. In theory he can socket an entire robotic arm onto his arm, but most people think that would be a bit weird.[/list]

[B]Equipment:[/b]
[list]
[*] Mimetic Camouflage (Predator) coat
[*] Modular, caseless assault rifle/carbine (MCAC) with 25mm grenade launcher. Often slung under coat. His also came with a bayonet.
[*] Grenades, mostly 25mm with a thumb-activated manual detonator.
[*] Monofilament garrote. For quick and nearly-silent decapitations. Someone had the idea to put a spool of this up his right middle finger.
[*] A compound bow. Largely under the presumption that wooden stakes are still better than bullets. the upside of course is that it has a rangefinder and can ballisticly calculate exactly where the arrow will go and can be 'doped mentally to account for windage and less than conventional projectiles.
[*] Machete, because durability is more important than elegance when fighting something that can bench-press a tank.
[*] Sunglasses, largely because a side-effect of his visual augmentations is that he can see the UV disco-balls just as painfully as the vampires do.[/list]