[b]Name/Pseudonym[/b]: Alias - Everett Zhang Xian Jing; Codename - Kheshig; Real name - [color=ed1c24][b][REDACTED][/b][/color]

[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Age[/b]: Late twenties, possibly early thirties

[b]Appearance[/b]: Standing at 5'9, Everett is relatively tall for a Chinaman. Almost serious all the time, he looks like the sort of man who could claim to have never smiled or laughed without eliciting disbelief. He keeps his black hair as long as it is practical; too short, and it would be obvious that he was military. Too long and it would affect his other job. Thus, his fringe sits just above his eyebrow, and he purposely keeps it disheveled to give him a more 'civilian' look. His brown eyes seem to be always on the verge of closing, making him look bored or disinterested at best.

[b]Agency[/b]: Ministry of State Security, People's Republic of China. Disavowed as per mission requirement following botched assassination attempt on [color=ed1c24][b][DATA EXPUNGED][/b][/color]

[b]Back"story"[/b]: Everett is a Chinese immigrant who has only recently moved to Cornwall in search of greener pastures. He earns a living as a freelance computer technician, and is known among the community as a hard-worker who always delivers and never smiles.

[hider=Background Check]First mentioned by UK immigration authorities, later moved to Cornwall where he currently resides. Information prior to arrival scarce at best. Hints suggest military background, perhaps with Chinese Airborne, but difficult to confirm. Almost too difficult, amount of data expunged or redacted unusual for mere foot soldier.[/hider]

[b]Past[/b]: Before Everett was with the ministry, he was with the Second Department of Military Intelligence. Before he was with the department, he was a member of the elite PLA Special Operations Force. Before that, he was - as described by himself - a bastard in Heilongjiang with no education, no future and no life. Had he been born in the city rather than in a remote village, he would have perhaps fared better, but there was no place for a child born out of wedlock in rural China. Sure, he pulled his own weight, but even as a child he knew that he would never truly command respect from his peers.

Thus, it was little to surprise to anyone that he voluntarily joined the army as soon as he became of age. It had seemed like the best option for him at the time; no one would care about his background there, and even if anyone asked, he could make up whatever story he liked. Which officer would have the time to double-check the background of a single recruit hailing from a remote part of a remote region of a remote province? To everyone in his training unit, he was just another poor conscript who did not manage to evade the draft.

Soon enough, however, his determination to prove himself made him stand out among his peers. However, he never did show any aptitude in leading, and neither did he have the educational qualifications to become anything beyond an enlisted man. Sensing that it would be a waste for a person of Everett's caliber to become just another regular, rank-and-file soldier, he was sent for further training with the elite Special Operations Force. If he washed out, then his name would be among the dozens who would certainly suffer the same fate and would thus be no great loss to the army as a whole.

Everett's time in the SOF was spent between bettering himself - he never did have a trade beyond farming, after all - and taking part on highly dangerous raids against the rising East Turkestan Islamic Movement. It was during these raids that his unusually observant nature was noted. He noticed what most men did not, and identified clues and items of importance where most would write them off as just clutter. Coupled with his slowly-but-surely increasing aptitude with electronic devices and the like, it was only a matter of years before he was transferred to the Second Department to act as a SIGINT operative.

His new job required him to sit behind a desk more than being out in the field, and while Everett initially found it to be dreary job, he soon found a silver lining in the amount of free time he had been afforded. It allowed him to work on some of the more outlandish devices he had dreamed up during his training with the SOF. He started small, creating EMP devices no larger than a brick that could short out partially-shielded electronic grids, and eventually worked his way up to grenade-sized EMP charges that could either be thrown or attached like a block of C4.

It was by pure chance that he was transferred to the MSS. An agent had been burned for unknown reasons and they needed someone urgently to fill the gap left behind. With almost no family to speak of, and very little in the way of acquaintances outside of the military, Everett was chosen. This presented him the perfect opportunity to test out some of his weirder creations, ranging from a device that took down walls via resonant frequency to something with temporarily deafened people with a directed cone of low-frequency background noise. Coupled with his aptitude in hacking, his jobs were quickly characterized by the total collapse of his target's power grid followed by a rapid assault with his silenced rifle.

His time with the MSS came to an end when he was tasked with the targeted killing of [color=ed1c24][b][DATA EXPUNGED][/b][/color]. The mission went well initially, but ended in catastrophe when one of his timed EMP charges was late by a mere second. That one second resulted in him tripping an invisible alarm, which in turn led to him being discovered by his target's guards. [color=ed1c24][b][DATA EXPUNGED][/b][/color], Everett managed to escape with his objective complete, but his career shattered. The MSS had little choice but to brand him a rogue agent to mitigate the political fallout.

Thankfully for Everett, he had made plenty of friends during his years with the MSS. [color=ed1c24][b][REDACTED][/b][/color], a prominent businessman whose career Everett had saved during one of his data-mining missions, provided him with the materials necessary to forge a new life beyond China. Everett made his way to Cornwall, where he decided to stop for the time-being to regain his bearings and decide on his future. 

By day, he works as a freelance computer technician, but still keeps himself occupied by taking on less-than-legal jobs that require his kind of expertise. Old thrills are hard to beat, after all.

[b]Specialization:[/b] 
Everett's tactics only appear to be sophisticated simply because of the gadgets he uses, but beneath it all is a simple, brute-force, shock-and-awe strike that takes his target by absolute surprise. Though he never uses timed charges anymore, he can still manage to render his target blind, dumb and mute before going in for the kill with his silenced rifle.
	Master: Gadgetry
	Expert: Tech Savvy

Other: 

Gadgeteer: There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by a gadget, and there is no gadget that is beyond Everett's imagination or skill. 

Moral Compass: Do not assume that Everett is amoral simply because of his work. What he did for the MSS, he did because he truly believed (and still does) that it was for the betterment of the state as a whole. As a freelance contractor, those who offer him jobs that he deems morally repugnant can very easily find themselves in his crosshairs. 

Adaptive: While he cannot account for every scenario, he is adept enough to be able to change his plans on the fly to suit changing mission parameters. Sometimes he can even turn an unexpected hitch into a welcome advantage over his adversaries.

The Great Wall: Saying that Everett keeps to himself would be an understatement. Call it caution, call it paranoia, but the main point is that talking about his person is something Everett seldom does. Coaxing even the slightest of information of his life can be a challenge for the smoothest talker. While this works well for someone like Everett, it cuts both ways. A person who keeps everyone out keeps potential allies out as well.