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[color=f7976a][b]Name: [/b][/color]Óscar Guijarro.

[color=f7976a][b]Age: [/b][/color]29 years old.

[color=f7976a][b]Sex: [/b][/color]Male.

[color=f7976a][b]Origin:[/b] [/color]Born in Sweden, lived most of his life in Spain, moved to Hong-Kong shortly afterward.

[color=f7976a][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Óscar is simple at first sight, his body being that of an average male of his age, but it seems that he takes care of his health and body, shown by is slightly muscular body: Nothing too crazy, but he's fit. Except when he removes his clothing, revealing that both of his arms are indeed augmented, totally deprived of biological mass and exclusively cybernetic. He tends to wear dark, baggy clothing, choosing black amongst all other colors. He also seems to be a fan of numerous video games and comics, which is shown by his shirts. He also dons a full beard, completed with a black pompadour that he takes care of, sometimes putting it softly under the protection of his hoody. His right eye is brown, the left one being of an almost pitch-black red, sometimes having some sort of "tick" on the left one, caused by yet another augmentation, more than likely related to some sort of accident. He has baggy eyes, possibly related to his unscheduled sleeping time and/or insomnia.

[color=f7976a][b]Nickname/Handle:[/b][/color] Stoned or Ohm.

[color=f7976a][b]Psychological Analysis:[/b][/color] He isn't the smartest guy in the world, that's for sure. He also isn't the most kind-hearted person either, seemingly taking care of his own before others and more than once running away from a situation, but once you get to know him, you can see that there is more that catches the eye. If you take care of him, he will take care of you. He's a believer of the status-quo and the karma, meaning that if you do something to him, he will do exactly the same to you, good or bad. Since stuff happened while he was a child, Óscar feels the need of love: Not just sexual love, but friendship and overall care. Most of the time you can find him listening to music, trying to get away from everything, so he doesn't think about anything and just be there. If he finds someone that needs him, he'll be there for them, but most of the time they don't return the favor, sending him into a spiral of sadness and drinking, thinking that nothing in the world would change if he wasn't here. He tends to hide under humor, most of the time being unfunny and/or offensive, but getting the job done and making him look like a normal unemotional idiot. Also, his movements are sudden and really... "special", often making use of his hands while talking to give them more emphasis; this also affects his overall actions, such as singing while walking on the street, dancing to a song without actually knowing how to dance, etc...
 
[color=f7976a][b]Personal Record:[/b][/color] He was born in Sweden, 2128. His mother was Swedish and his father Spanish, so the cultural exchange between the two helped him to start talking two languages at an early age. In 2131, when he was only 3 years old, his family moved back to Madrid, so his father could show him what was Spain like. On his 5th birthday, he got his first video game handheld console, and he became an "addict" to it, playing it nonstop and usually replaying the same games over and over, feeling that this was an unlimited source of fun. They didn't live in the best neighborhood of the city, numerous cases of vandalism and overall violence ran through the city, but he didn't experience anything out of the ordinary life of a happy, happy boy.

When he was 8 years old, his mother experienced a very painful headache while having a family dinner: 3 days later she was dead, a very tiny vein on her brain had exploded and left her in a catatonic state, so the doctors had no reason to not unplug her. When his father told him, he of course cried, but he was far too young to understand the true consequences of his mother's death. On the next few months, his father contracted throat cancer, which was literally eating him from the inside: Even with his vocal cords removed, it wouldn't stop. Óscar saw his father getting weaker and weaker each day, the hole in his throat getting bloodier and bigger each day, until it happened: At 3 am, on his summer break, he woke up to find the dead corpse of his father on the bed, entirely covered in blood as he could only associate it to another vein that broke, this time the one on the neck, connecting to the brain. He was only 12 at that time.

Afterwards, he went to live with his uncle and grandmother, in yet another neighborhood and another school. Shortly after graduating, around 2147. Being old enough to live alone, he decided to retreat to the exotic yet dangerous and unknown parts of Asia, most specifically: Hong-Kong. After barely having enough money to rent a place to live in, he stayed there for around 5 years, training his Chinese and doing common and legal jobs, for the time being. After a while, the factory he had been working on was raided by some sort of terrorist group, which demanded that the workers united to their cause to take the "Throne" of the company as if it was a kingdom or something. Óscar knew these guys were just psychos and didn't mind them, and indeed they were psychos: Armed psychos. After their demands weren't fulfilled, they decided that the best course of action was blowing the factory to pieces, with fucking everyone inside. The Spaniard heard the explosions and the yells, and when he attempted to escape, everything went black.

Fast forward six months, to the HKSH (Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital), where Óscar had been taken care of until he was fully recovered. He was in shock, as he realized that the attack had made both of his arms useless: The nerves and most of the muscle destroyed as well as his left eye, which had been hit by some shrapnel that the explosion caused. Although he didn't have much money, due to his low-salary job, he did make some friends back in the streets, [i]shady[/i] friends. They helped him pay for the hospital bill and even some official augmentations, to make up for what he had lost, but it all had a price: Work for them. Shortly afterwards, Óscar was greeted in a luxury restaurant by a man named Juo-Shing, which was the leader of the so called "Shinahu" clan, a branch of the Triads that took care of most of the menial work: Take thing to X place, maybe take care that X establishment doesn't get robbed...or even rob X establishment yourself. He had no choice but to accept, slowly learning the insides of the "Underworld" as he slowly ranked up in the clan, getting the alias of "Stoned" due to his surname being "Guijarro", which in Spanish is a type of rock.

Years passed and the clan slowly dispersed, a new corporation taking most of the members as it had a more "official" manner of doing things, alongside better security and recognition. Óscar couldn't abandon the clan, so he had to wait until it died off. And he waited. And waited. And boy, did he wait, until finally the leader himself gave him his part of the deal and was finally free to join the Maverick's group. Since they already had a bunch of thugs running around doing jobs, he had to go into the most "technical" part of the job, controlling the security of the quite expensive tech that the group had alongside getting taught how to do the basic hacking routines: One can't be sure about anything when it comes to gangs with online networks. After some time, a co-worker of his', Tommy DeGarro sent him quite an unusual message: Óscar, being the man that he is, couldn't pass out an opportunity to help out a friend in need, specially if it meant getting away from the menial routine and with cash at the end: A lot of cash.

[color=f7976a][b]Equipment: [/b][/color]Óscar wields augmentations on both of his arms, no longer having any kind of biological mass on them and being literally entirely mechanical. He isn't a ranged fighter, fuck, he hates guns, and that is why he always prefers to go into close quarters combat to attempt and subdue the opponent in the fastest way possible, that is, without killing, and that is why he sometimes wields an "electrified brass knuckles": Basically, brass knuckles that he has tinkered with to give electric discharges, not very effective against armored or covered target, but holy crap does it hurt.
He also has lost his left eye, which is now replaced by yet another cybernetic augmentation. With enough tinkering and mechanical knowledge, it can be upgraded to allow him to have better vision or reflexes but, as of now, it's just a regular eye.
But made of metal.
And electronics.
And it glows.