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Name: [color=00aeef]Francisco Gaff[/color]

Age: [color=00aeef]41[/color]

Gender: [color=00aeef]Male[/color]

Nationality
[color=00aeef]Mexican[/color]

Occupation: 
[color=00aeef]Officially Francisco has no job and no home.  He’s a vagrant that roams the streets, surviving off of a meager pension from the police force that is typically spent on GB the moment he receives it every month.  In another life he was a detective.  He held the power of other’s lives in his hands.  It was his judgement that decided the fates of many criminals of Paradiso.  Unlike some enforcers he didn’t pass judgement uniformly.  His punishments often fit the crime in his eyes, thieves would  end up missing a limb, rapists were neutered, and murderers stopped breathing.   He wasn’t above the law and was known to be the type of enforcer who could be bought and bribed if the price was right and as long as the crime wasn’t too heinous for him to look away on a personal level.   
 
In order to facilitate his addiction between monthly checks he begs, scavenges, and steals.       He roams Paradiso looking for anything he can squeeze into his next hit.   He spends most of his time at the Sky Bar begging for whatever scraps he can.  This also provides the best opportunities to gently lift valuables from those he is begging to.  His history in the force gives him an edge as he knows typical patrol routes and times.  His knowledge of protocol aids him in avoiding the enforcers that would normally cart him off or just outright kill him.  He ventures to  the Geiger institute where he can sometimes get lucky and find valuable scraps of machinery or electronics that fell through the cracks and ended up in the garbage.    When he makes his way to the Foundry he is able to prey on the working class.  Here he begs, a futile effort, merely for the appearance.  Most steer clear of him but anyone not paying attention or simply naive ends up missing anything not attached .  

He eventually makes his way to the monorail where he can typically make a few bucks from travelers who are just too focused on other vagabonds.  

Occasionally a former CI or coworker will approach him for odd jobs, but you can never trust a junky with anything of real importance so these are few and far between.[/color]    
        

Place of Residence
[color=00aeef]While the streets have become his home  he still owns a small flat in the complex.  The flat is among one of the lower floors and has fallen into disrepair in his absence.  He sometimes returns when he desperately needs a shower or if the streets get too cold.  The interior is barren.  The walls are bare and the air itself is dusty.  The only furniture is a small stained mattress in a corner of the largest bedroom.  By it, a small picture frame covered by a haze of dust.   Every other item that resided in this place is gone and forgotten. [/color]

Cybernetics (?):[color=00aeef] Several injuries while on the job lead to a cybernetic liver, left kidney, Left eye, right hand, all Geiger upgrades. The liver and Kidney will function better than any human organ for at least twice the average human life expectancy.  The eye and hand have tactical upgrades because at the time they were considered practical. The eye ‘s standard mode is equivalent to 20/10 vision in normal light and is 20/20 in darkness.    He once had a HUD wireless attachment that enabled him to activate other modes of sight but this attachment hasn’t been in his possession for quite some time.  The hand has advanced levels of strength and dexterity when properly maintained but at it’s current condition and without the necessary cleanings that should have followed his years on the force, it operates much like a normal human hand.[/color]  



Bio
[color=00aeef]Francisco was born in Paradiso, not in a hospital but in the Complex.  His father was a mid level criminal with no real claims to fame while his mother stayed at home with Fran’s seven other siblings.  The flat they called home is the same one that he still owns to this day.  Except for his older sister, Maria, all of his siblings have passed away, some taken by violence and some through sickness like the bio-plague.  

It was spite that inspired him to become a patrolman as his relationship with his father was turbulent to say the lease.  His hatred for his father motivated him to do his best throughout the academy.  He used stories of his father and growing up with a criminal to give himself the appearance of a very law abiding man.  After completion, his connections to the criminal underworld along with his outside the box approach lead him to get promoted relatively fast.

He found a woman and fell in love much like most adults.  They conceived a child early on but he never hesitated.  To him Elise was his soul mate.  They married shortly after his son  Mateo was born.  A couple years later a girl, Sofia, joined the family.  Life wasn’t grand by any means but they were happy.


Injuries happened as they normally do to patrolmen.  Stabbed here, shot there, and broken bones in between.  The force paid for all his medical bills of course but he didn’t sustain the worst of it until the very end.  He was getting close to shutting down one of the major drug kingpins and greatest rival of the Kang Shal when his home was invaded by Russians.  They entered and immediately shot Francisco in the gut, hitting his liver.  They carried Elise into the other room with the children and as Francisco plead with them not to hurt his family 3 gunshots echoed through The Complex.  He went numb.    In that moment he died.  He couldn’t feel them as they mutilated the fingers of his right hand.  Frustrated at his lack of cooperation one of the Russians spoke to him in Russian.  He didn’t speak the language but the words would have been a blur anyway.  Another gunshot forced Fran to curl over, the bleeding from his midsection had doubled.  He lifted his head toward the intruders and the sound of a final BANG turned his world to blackness.

Fran awoke eight weeks later in the hospital and was never the same after that.  The final bullet had gone through his eye and out the back of his head.  Doctors called it a miracle that it didnt strike anything vital.  But what they considered fortune, Fran considered cruelty.  His headaches would become something that even the best painkillers could barely manage.  Friends from the force tried to get him back on his feet but he just let his life slip away.[/color]
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