[hider= The Old Man][center] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d2/3d/46/d23d46950ac1135e4170179076024f22.jpg[/img] [h3] "Listen in the net, I'm king. [color=blue]Netwatch[/color], the [color=green]corps[/color], [color=orange]anyone else[/color] who tries to get in my way will be suckin' [b][color=black]black[/color][/b] ice."[/h3] [hr] [b]Birth Name [/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ZkCRJKw.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/RfCOcd3.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/HrAkGs6.png[/img] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/83/9d/b1/839db1bc54b090921fb32c7681c348bc.jpg[/img] [code] "Some people wished it stopped raining, I don't think I could live without it."[/code] Monterey, California - April 22nd, 2000. [img]http://i.imgur.com/e2o8ppz.png[/img] Goonster stands at about six feet tall, he wears a cheap bland black suit with black tie. He has no hair, as the man is old and balding at his day and age. He appears to be of a skinny build, on the back of his head are various ports - jacks for jacking into the net. He has wrinkles, of course, crows feet on his eyes. He has a nice pair of designer dress shoes on and a digi-watch on his wrist. Upon his face are a plain, bland pair of spectacles. He appears to be of 180 pounds, and facial features that would indicate him being of Slavic descent. He speaks with a slight Russian accent. [img]http://i.imgur.com/EkVFgf2.png[/img] Male [img]http://i.imgur.com/J8o9OPL.png[/img] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7d/97/68/7d9768e1bfea15adebb3dc6abeb9f74a.jpg[/img] [code] "Life is simpler in the net."[/code] [img]http://i.imgur.com/w7wDKEe.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/60BSKSk.png[/img] Cyberdeck Building - Having been a career deck-jockey, Goonster knows how to maintain, kit and upgrade decks. Electronic Security - He's skilled in cracking, defending, anti-personnel attacks. You name it, he can do it - in the net. Pistols - He's handled handguns in his youth when he use to be in a gang, but that was a long time ago. [img]http://i.imgur.com/p3zjTPw.png[/img] Neuralwear Processor - [i]the baseline for neural wear cybernetics[/i] Model 100 Plugs - [i]plugs that fit into the back of the head, they provide some physical defense against [/i][color=black][b]BLACK[/b] [/color] [color=white][i]ICE[/i][/color]. Pacemaker Coprocessor -[i] A pacemaker that will restart the heart against [/i][i]ICE[/i]. [i]This won't work for[/i] [color=black][b]BLACK[/b] [/color][color=white][i]ICE[/i][/color]. [img]http://i.imgur.com/skLm6a5.png[/img] [img]https://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/9493/1696114.c2/0_c6b57_daa6c42b_orig.png[/img] [sub] Goonster Nato, 2020 [/sub] [h3][i] "Yea eat it! Zeroed the fuck quick, the Tsars sends its regards."[/i][/h3] It wasn't a messy process for the Natos to move to the states, jumping out and away from the Russian Federation had been done before and the Natos were not the first. Both farmers, they weren't ready for the journey that awaited them. Taking a cargo ship to Seattle cost the family most of its money, smuggling was expensive back in 2000. The ship landed and the immigrants scattered, California wasn't as strict as it use to be. The Natos traveled to Monterey where they eventually found cheap housing in - a combat zone. On route to the land of the free, Goonster was conceived and he was born in April. The combat zone was harsh on everyone and the Natos were no exception to this life rule, his father Robert Nato found himself joining a corp at the age of forty-five. His mother worked the soup kitchen in her spare time, she did have a child to raise. If only she knew her son would pick the life of crime with his father, which when he was old enough at a young teen age took up the way of the gun. He joined the Tsars - a prominent gang from the Russian Federation. The Russian gang was one of the smaller gangs plaguing the combat zone, Goonster soon found himself in combat but found a distaste for being a grunt, frontline soldier. He wanted something more, edge running comes with a risk - doesn't it? That's when he got his first deck, it was shitty, small, didn't have many programs. Jacking in was a blast though, the net was something to be damned about. A coming from nothing kid fell in love with cyber space, like most deckers he spent most of his down time jacked in. The gang took notice when they lost a troop for patrols, then they realised his potential. Egging on his addiction to the net, the gang helped him acquire chips and gear to help boost his decking capabilities. They used Goonster to hit small corps, banks, bypass security. Despite being a means to an end, Goonster liked it - the net, not the work. It was the thrill that kept him on hopped up on life. Under the handle [b][i]Jack Frost[/i][/b] a befitting name for a black ICE user, Goonster began to move his operations out of the combat zone. This attributed to an NCPD raid that crippled the gang as NCPD started it's operation to "recover" the district. That's when Goonster fled with his gear, he moved to Seattle where the heat would be off him. In Seattle, that's where he made a name for himself. Jacking into corps, taking their data and selling them. That was mostly his game, sell the info for the highest price. It's how he became wealthy, with the wealth he moved his parents over to Seattle with him. Over the next thirty years, Goonster would work for various corporations, gangs - anyone that would pay. In this time, he's killed or crippled countless deckers. Some say Goonster packs only [b][color=black]BLACK [/color]ICE[/b] for his anti-personnel setup, of course, first-hand witnesses are hard to come by. Partly because of these witnesses, the frontal lobe is liquid or their hearts stopped. His custom deck usually out guns the other deckers, he claims to be the best in Seattle but that's up for debate. Isn't that why Biotechnica hired him? He's the best, after all, he's the cyber expert you'd expect them to be begging for. Wrong. [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ce/58/ec/ce58ecc93a95bfe25017b67b41256454.jpg[/img] [/center] [center][sub] Mrs. ████, Mr. ██████████████, and Mr. ████████ [/sub] [h3] [i]"Nato, if only you understood the problem you've just created."[/i][/h3] The man jolted in his seat, his hands unconsciously gripping onto the arm rests of his chair. His body breaking into spasms as blood rushed out his mouth and nose, two men in lab coats ran to the man while a technician in a jumpsuit began typing on a computer. It was too late, the man succumbed to his injuries. Black Ice had crushed his heart, it was evident when the flat line hit his machine and the dull audio cued. This was the second Decker to get flat lined this month, it was then that the suits came in. Executives of Biotechnica, it had been decided this Deckjockey attacking Biotechnica would be grabbed by their security teams. Maybe Goonster had been sloppy, he was verging on the age of fifty. Rocking forty-nine years of age in his Seattle penthouse, he went through the documents he had lifted from the mega Corp. While he ran his decrypter, he got out of the menu. Leaving the net and back to the real world, that's when he saw twelve men in security gear around him. His hands raised in the air, he was swiftly beaten to the floor and restrained before he was hauled off, down and out his apartment to Biotechnica. It took forever, but when the had the bag removed from his head he has faced with three executives a contract. [color=0076a3]"Nato, if only you understood the problem you've just created. Those Deckers you flat lined? They were working on an important job, a mission of ours. Now we need replacements, understood? Work for us, for this job - maybe even more if you like making money. Or, we'll send you back to the net right here - and Ice you."[/color] The woman on the left says, in a kind voice just before she switches to a deeper more serious tone when she brings up "Icing Nato." Without looking at the contract, he signed. Dotting the I's and crossing the Ts. He still had the net to live for, his family, his future. Whatever it was that needed to be done, he'd do it. Only time will tell if he'll flatline out, or cash out. One thing for sure, he'll need a new deck.[/center] [hr] [hr] [u]BIOTECHNICA S.A. REGISTRANT PERSONALITY QUIZ[/u] [i]This quiz is a way for your employer to better understand who YOU are! Your candor is important and required, as lying on this document can warrant you a $5,000 fine and 2 to 24 months in prison![/i] [b]Favorite food:[/b] Steak. [b]Least favorite food:[/b] Pizza. [b]Use three words to describe yourself:[/b] Harbinger of ICE. [b]Likes:[/b] I like the net, it's better than realspace. My family is important to me. My friends from my youth are cherished. My Deck is like a rifle to me. I like to explore the net. I like technology, it's fascinating. I am working on creating the best black ice on the market - was working. [b]Dislikes[/b] Cyber-Psychosis, the people who suffer from it. If I was able too, I'd shoot them. An unreliable crew or partner, they will be the death of me if I cannot trust them. Nosey people, I am a quiet and reserved man. Let my work speak for me. Gays, they are disgusting and should be kept at arm's length from me. Anything closer is threatening. Drugs. They have no appeal. Cyber chips. If I haven't touched them and stripped them, I don't want them in me. Racists. The Russian Federation conquered the states in the race for technology, this is evident. If you do not like the RusFed, do not speak of it to me. These are my major issues, there are much more, albeit small. [b]Values:[/b] Loyalty, if you work with me or for me. I don't want you to leave my side. Hard work, you must work hard. Lazy people are of no use to me. Intellect, it's been a decade since I've had a talk with a smart human. This excludes, cyborg and anyone with smart chips. Reliability. You need to have my back if you want my trust. Distance. I enjoy when people know when not to go too far. My Family. My mother and father are who I care for. Life. I'm glad I am alive. Humor. I like jokes good and bad. [b]Strengths:[/b] I do not talk much, there is less room for conflict this way. I'm an [i]"deck jockey"[/i], I can do a lot of things on the net. Getting data and killing others through the net is my most [i]esteemed[/i] accomplishments. I work well with a team or partner if they are competent. I don't need to rely on others, most of the time. Leave me in the net. [b]Flaws:[/b] I'm a weak old man, I'm not afraid to admit this. I am not the quick shooting gunner I use to think I was. I can get upset easily. I'm not patient, everything must go fast. I am not combat capable, give me a small knife or pistol I may be ok, do not rely on me. I forgot things, sometimes. [b]Anything else:[/b] Allow me to use my deck or give me the means to build a new - superior one. Thank you. [hr][/hider]