"Standing while I still can."

Physical Description

A rough looking blond who stands at around six feet even, he has blue eyes and appears to be of average build. The charming young man is usually adorned in equipment provided by PubSec - when he isn't wearing his gear he's in casual clothes. Mostly sweat pants and a wife beater, his uniform - when he is in it. Usually is sloppy, while very rare to see it crisp and clean. Due to lax standards and personal neglect, his uniform has seen better days. Besides that, on occasion, Zach will grow out facial hair but as of recent he's staved off the need to.

Psyche

While to his colleagues he may appear to be joking, as Zach tends to make frequent jokes about the situation or in general to make light of a situation. When in the presence of those of higher authority, or in the presence of citizens, criminals, and others he'll be more serious, cynical and perhaps rude. Zach hates authority and resents his superiors, he feels more at home being a ground officer than sitting at a desk. Zach hasn't seen love and tends to distance himself from others who would try to court the young suave man, the only person Zach has become good friends with is Biff Hellcat.

Motivation

Assigned to the team due to his investigative prowess, recently under fire for alleged fraud.

Trying to become a better detective and to save his ass from jail, Zach hopes to come out on top of this investigation to impress his superiors and to exonerate himself.

Relations



Personal History

A middle class, average looking and a knack for pissing people off. That would be Zach Nato, born in the suburbs outside of Detroit in Dearborn the young man found himself in trouble with the law often as he would hang around with the wrong group of young men. He eventually found himself getting into deeper trouble when he started peddling drugs and joining up with a booster gang in his early teens, however after he was charged the judge entered him into a diversion program which Nato rode out until he was seventeen. It would be when he graduated high school when he applied to join U.S. Army as an infantrymen.

It was when he got out he picked up a job as a patrolman for the Detroit Police Department, corporate policing had become the norm since 9/11 and they were looking for able bodies. While his questionable past had come up in the initial interview, Zach was considered to be a low risk and due to his previous service that only seemed to amplify the statement made. He was hired on and spent four years walking the beat until he was promoted to Detective and took up residence in the Fraud Unit.

Up until recently, things had been fine until Zach was accused of ironically - fraud. Insurance fraud, Zach had been in enough cases to know how to pull it out. Yet, as all the information was coming out and IA was starting its investigation into Zach, he was pulled out - by the Mayor's office. For reasons unknown, he found himself working for the new investigation team. This would be the beginning of something terrible.

Equipment

Glock 22 Gen 3 - One of the few standard old world police pistols used by the DPD, chambered in 40 S&W.

"You aren't on my clock, I'm on your clock. So maybe you should make the most of it."

Physical Description
Dorothy stands at an average 5'6" with a muscled body from intense training...though those muscles are hidden under a slight chubby layer thanks to her fatty diet. At first glance she has more of a mother's frame than an athlete's yet she gets by. She has pale skin, dark hair, huge doe eyes and a naturally unpleasant expression. On her back is a tattoo of a unicorn under a moon.

Psyche
She has a paranoid, depressive and distrusting personality, some parts of which are rational and some that are not. Very jumpy, she purposefully positions herself in places that serve as decent vantage points. Hoping nobody will sneak up behind. When in an area she considers safe, she can enter such an intense trance-state of focus or daydreaming that it's hard to knock her out of it. When on the job, her paranoia is more of a hazard than anything, so she relies on sheer adrenaline highs to get through tough nights. The adrenaline she pumps herself up with (whether through willpower or straight up drugs) can send her to a zen-like euphoria...The crashes afterwords are often another story.

Motivation
With a wild imagination, Dorothy has always gone in search of adventure that "unlocks secrets." She has read up on many conspiracy theories but doesn't believe in trusting any without seeing with her own eyes. Seeing with her own eyes may grant some "wisdom"...almost as if her career itself is just a game to entertain her. Also working official business is more legal than the work she did for who knows how many of her previous clients. Can't go on her edgy adventures if she's dead or behind bars.

Relations
For NPCs and PCs, if you don't know anyone then don't bother filling this out - yet.

Personal History
Born in a trailer park, raised in a mental institution, and graduated from a tech college to go on to see if her britches were big enough for freelance detective work.

Dorothy's childhood is a mess of abuse and fractured relationships nobody, especially her, wants to talk about. She spent her young years trying to kill herself or coming close to killing herself in dangerous stunts just for the rush of being on the edge. But the psychiatry industry set her straight-- for a while --with meds and vocational training.

Motivated to be a better person, she finished a degree in law enforcement only to fizzle what chances she was given in DPD on a street-born adrenaline drug designed to go above and beyond medical applications. To support her habit she worked minimum wage before an idea struck, inspiring her to go clean: She spends a lot of time keeping in shape and with her relative skills in personal/cyber anonymity-- she could promote herself as a freelance detective! The field was extremely competitive, cannibalistic, these days, but she could do it if she tried. Right?

At first it didn't go so well. She could do a job but no better result than anyone else. After a few months she couldn't take the rejection and went back to her adrenaline junkie self. Worse, she splurged on a questionable cybernetic augment improving agility. On a good night, you could say she was more of a nimble spy than detective. Using her agility, she prefers to hide and overhear the information she needs than confront anyone directly. After she got what she needed, she leapt and bound away on the tips of her toes, before reporting her findings to clients. Maybe the only reason she was considered a detective is because the word spy has a very different and illegal connotation. Not that she background checked any client for such illegal leanings, in her opinion any adventure is bound to grant wisdom.

She worked as a "detective" for a range of clients for two years now. In this period she's experienced everything from attempts on her life to gang recruiting techniques and it's made her paranoid. A little twitchy. Going on a stealthy adventure for any client is great...but only if they don't kill you when you report back! Her ability to slip away can only go so far so many times. Now the opportunity to work for a clearly official delegation is a welcome break from all the shady deals.

Getting in wasn't easy- she had to let DPD know about both her failed history as an officer and her unofficial detective work. It was her potential alone saving her from the slush pile of applications. But this time it's clear who will pay her check. Besides, working for the Mayor's cause may take a few legality targets off her back for the time being.

Equipment
- Standard issue DPD, protective vest
- Scoped laser type handgun
- Black clothes, hooded jacket
- Pockets on holster containing an address book (codes), disposable drives, and adrenaline drug injections disguised as pens
- Disposable communicator
- Cybernetic Augment : Agility based, allowing for high speed running and jumping higher/longer distances

Anything else?
Her apartment contains nothing but a fat orange tomcat, junk food, bed and computer...all incriminating dealings with clients are contained on the disposable drives. When she used to take clients as a detective, she advertised herself on anonymous online servers and by hanging out in a coffee shop to see if anyone approached. Out of fear for being followed, she picks the coffee shop furthest from her actual apartment and always takes roundabout ways to get home.

Character Name: Paige Marian Liu

Quote: “The axe forgets, the tree remembers”

Physical Description

Paige is a very beautiful mostly Asian (her words as she's half-Chinese and half-Irish) young woman who has a cheery, genuine smile and the most winning eyes imaginable. Her skin is sun-kissed and her nose is notably sexy to most of her ex boyfriends. While her husky voice isn't annoying her overly chipper laugh is quite grating for people not used to it. Paige wears glasses only for affect when on duty and usually only wears them off duty when she's reading. Paige's petite physique is very telling of her previous career as a gymnast and her history as a cheerleader and ballerina. she has gauged ears and a pierced navel.

Psyche

Paige is an eternal optimist, somehow the more depressing a scenario goes she gets more hopeful due to her mindset: “There's no where to go but up” being her logic. She sees the best in people making her very gullible, especially in love. She wears her heart on her sleeve and this has led to trouble personally and if any of her coworkers know her close enough eventually professionally. While always a kind woman to those she likes and to strangers, Paige is the epitome of a “good friend, bad enemy” and holds grudges whether it's deserved or not (hence her quote). She has a soft spot for kids and dogs, two things she will never be petty over. Her biggest flaw apart from falling in love quickly is her gullibility and being way too trusting.

Motivation

Paige is motivated out of her genuine altruism. She wants a better world, not an ideal world, so her moral compass is intact when it comes to enforcing the law. She also just wants to let people not suffer like her best friend before she came back to Detroit Due to this genuine altruism, Paige is VERY technophobic and sees cyborgs as “needing to prove themselves.” since everything about them is programmed to an extent. While still in the DPD for the right reasons, Paige has kinda turned her workplace as kind of a grading camp for potential spouses or just long term lovers secretly.

Relations

Paige is close to her older sister Brenda who is happily married with four kids two boys and two girls. Her parents have died recently and astute people close to her will notice this is the only time she looks glum.



Personal History

Paige Liu was the younger daughter to Xiang Liu, an art gallery owner and Siobhan McGuinness a former beat cop who's only accomplishment pre law career was as a cheerleader in high school (though she seemed content with that) in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Paige always lived in her older sister, Brenda's shadow as a gold medalist in gymnastics. Paige followed in her sister's footsteps and worked on her agility and flexibilty with gymnastics, cheerleading and ballet so she could try to be an Olympian. This dream was sadly cut short due to a bicep injury.

This tragic injury caused a young Paige to leave America and live in Australia for 2 years where she lived to get away from the place where her dream died. She had many friends, lovers and memories in Australia. Most of them consisting of her friend Avril Goodish who she was close to until she was killed by cyborgs. This trauma made her vow never to take any enhancements of any cyber kind. Paige decided to go back to America realizing she was just running from her own issues of not accepting her life changed and headed back home.

Realizing she was still an athlete just unable to be one professionally, Paige enlisted in the DPD realizing that most perps will only be confronting big, burly tanks of men she realized her small frame, speed and quick reflexes could throw off the perps suspecting to just run away. It's her 3rd year on the force and she hopes her extroverted personality has won over somebody. She has overcame her issues involving her gymnastics injury but the recent loss of her both of her parents to cancer have wounded her.

Equipment Paige has very little on her other than standard issue gear though she prefers a Chiappa Rhino revolver to the Glock.

Chiappa Rhino revolver
DPD badge
DPD uniform
Salem Cigs

Anything else?

Paige craves motherhood and is one of her deepest desires
Paige misses the circus despite knowing the animal abuse issues they carry
Paige smokes menthol cigarettes, this habit came around accidentally when she was trying to play bad cop and thought “bad cops always smoke.”

Physical Description

Takeo has often been described as an intense individual. Skin laced with tattoos both from sessions attended for personal reasons as well as given from previous undercover assignments, but never tending towards any one gang despite an Asian motif throughout a majority of them. They can be seen poking up slightly from his shirt's neckline as well as from around his wrists under long-sleeve shirts. He toes the line between looking like a cop and looking like a street-thug, which is why he's often picked as the first candidate for jobs requiring deep-cover, as well as his deep firsthand knowledge of gang culture.

Even though he is Asian, his darker skin tone has caused many others in Asian cultures, even gangs, to look down on him even if they are unaware of his mixed Japanese-Cambodian ancestry. Something deeply ingrained in Asian culture is the importance of pale skin, which he does not have, and comments towards his skin color have often been met with violence in his past but mostly elicit looks that could kill if they could, if not just to keep his position on the force. One thing is for sure, the man may only stand at 5'9”, but that look in the eyes doesn't care how big you are. Many on the streets of California and Chicago can attest.

Psyche

Takeo Masaaki has been defined as a wildcard. His psych evaluation after his first shooting incident penned him down as “A quiet man with a weighty temper that may be slow to get going, but as the saying goes, objects in motion tend to stay in motion.” That is not to say that Takeo is the type to actively seek out physical altercations, on the whole, he remains a quiet professional that even borders on friendly to a select few he may come to call his friends. Although, once being a part of the Gang Task Force in Bakersfield , California, he has little trouble harnessing his more violent tendencies through constant practice during the one long streetfight that is his life, as well as the time spent undercover with Wo Hop To in San Francisco, Bakersfield and Compton, LA- or 'Bompton' as it is colloquially called by the Bloods with which he has numerous criminal informants.

The aforementioned violent tendencies stem from a childhood in San Francisco at a time when the crime rate had been 200% of what it was the past few years due to gang feuds blowing up like WWI- you let one man step on you and it's a slippery slope. Coming from a household without a father that would claim him or stay around for more than a few days, he still has a disdain for authority when he feels he isn't shown the respect he is owed as a fellow human being as well as a damn good cop. He has no tolerance for abusers or rapists, those who belong to those labels will often come to see why his street-name in California and Chicago is Poker, and it's not because he plays cards.

Despite all of the thuggish attitude some might associate with him and his seemingly hair-trigger, quiet temper, he is highly sought-after for undercover assignments and intelligence gathering not only because of his intimate knowledge of street-gang culture, but because of his knack for blending in seamlessly with almost any group as well as his sort of quiet charisma that might draw on someone's curiosity like the fly to the web, where he's free to extract any information he needs over the course of a few days of hanging around.

Motivation

He was recommended to answer his summons by the Chief. When asked why, he was simply met with the succinct answer, “He's the fucking mayor around these parts, dick.”

Relations

Relatively new to Detroit and the PD there.

Personal History

You need a job done- any at all- you call Poker. You need someone necked, you need someone beat half to death, you need someone robbed, or a place hasn't been putting forward the money you're owed? Poker is the man. It wasn't always like this, and Takeo wasn't always as ruthless and low-down as he is today. He was once a timid child growing up in San Francisco's Tong and Yakuza-controlled Asian communities. Son to a prostitute, junkie mother and a Yakuza-affiliated father, both of which were absent enough to make an angst steadily bubble up in him as the years went on and present enough to fan the flames of his budding anger. When he reached the age of eleven he began hanging around the local street gangs that did the Tongs' dirty work. A year later just after his twelfth birthday he was initiated into the local Yakuza affiliated street-gang, the Ghost Dragons. He started off running heroin and opium for the bigger pushers until he began doing robberies, extortion, drug deals, small arms deals in his early teens. It was when the Yakuza members calling the shots for his street-gang were taken down by the Feds, as well as the bigger gangs and Tongs muscling in on the now-fractured Ghost Dragon territory is when he moved to Compton, Los Angeles.

Feeling like a new man in this new town, Takeo found himself a girl- a single mother working as a stripper at one of the higher-class establishments in Los Angeles. He got a job as a security guard at the local strip mall but when he lost his job after a physical altercation with a co-worker, he found it hard to find another job. With no other options, he began to fall back into his old ways, hanging around the local Blood set and forming his own Asian crew for safety in numbers, putting in work selling narcotics and kicking in doors. After a year of this activity, Takeo ran afoul of a rival drug-dealer in the Surenos after muscling in on his turf, prompting the Sureno to do a drive-by on his residence. Takeo was in the backyard smoking a cigarette with his girlfriend when the shooting started. The only fatality that night was his daughter, asleep in her bed when the two bullets made holes in her chest and neck.

Takeo vowed vengeance and his set agreed to ride for him. The following night, with Takeo's blessing, the five men he sent caught the Sureno with five of his friends at one of his family members' quinceanera. They killed the man posted at the gate by slicing his throat and then, bedecked in ski masks, they waltzed through the party and gunned down the Sureno in front of his family before leaving, but not before spray-painting symbols that pointed to Folk Nation involvement instead of Takeo and his crew. Official police reports and the news the next morning listed it as just another Folk Nation/Sureno feud. That would be Takeo's last action as a gang member, moving to Bakersfield after a particularly bad argument with his girlfriend. He signed up for the military after choosing between the the gang life and a better one, spending his three year contract on a career that was mostly unremarkable as an infantryman. Mostly.

He met a man while stationed in Korea, a Yakuza associate. It was no secret that Takeo wouldn't be happy with anything short of doing something that could earn him a lot of money. A good and honest life wasn't that, everyone knew that. So he helped the Yakuza smuggle drugs and guns into the US on the dime of the US gov't, helping to build a network of military contractors, Yakuza, Army logistics officers and a few supply clerks who were privy.

When he came back, knowing he could serve the Yakuza better in the States and not Korea, he joined the Bakersfield city PD. Almost immediately being put into the gang task force in Bakersfield's PD, he touched bases with the Yakuza affiliated gangs in the area while masquerading as a good cop. Under a new name and history provided by the PD, Kin Dang went back to doing the same ol' same ol' with the blessing of a badge and the deal that they would turn a blind eye to anything short of murder as long as he got results.

He prospered. Already running with an Asian gang that he knew and garnering respect and a reputation with a temper more like lightning than thunder, his intelligence-gathering led to the arrests of numerous Crips, Vice Lords, Latin Kings, Sureno, Wah Ching, and Wo Hop To- competition for the Yakuza's narcotic and weapons trade. It would not be long before the ugly head of corruption of a different kind would rear its head though. Faced with one of the biggest drug-busts Bakersfield had seen, the responding officers- which included Takeo- got into a shootout over the two parties, one wanting to turn the drugs over as evidence, and the others wanting to sell the drugs for themselves and chalk the fatalities up to the firefight that started the whole thing.

Takeo's two fellow cops- Officers Shin Lee and Donnie Chang- would walk away with three bricks of cocaine, two of heroin and a pound of marijuana, as well as the blood of fellow officers on their hands. Or so Lee and Chang thought. Takeo walked away from the crime scene with two bullet holes from a Bakersfield PD issue nine millimeter and a grudge. Takeo took the case to Internal Affairs when he was inevitably hospitalized and then discharged, but was told to drop the whole thing. Since the word 'stupid' was not on his list of tattoos, much less prominently displayed on his forehead, he took matters into his own hands when he smelled the big pile of shit that was the conspiracy within the Bakersfield PD.

His and his fellow officers' betrayals had been hushed and framed as a gang shooting. For this, Takeo, as Kin, gave Lee and Chang's names to every gang big or small in the Asian communities in hopes of finding them. The universe sorted itself out when Lee and Chang were found one morning hanging from a streetlight, cut open and gut-rope dangling. Officer Takeo Masaaki mourned his fellow Officers who were yet more casualties to gang violence. Kin Dang, though, Kin Dang earned the street-name Poker for his sharp antics the night before they were found.

Justice was done one way or another, and while Kin Dang sliced up Lee and Chang in the name of the Yakuza gang who'd lost a considerable amount of drugs because of Lee and Chang, Takeo was doing it in the names of betrayed Officers Ginnie Hahn, Danny O'Doyle, and Mark Shaw, as well as the pleasure it gave him to kill the two men that thought they could shoot him and walk away. It wasn't long after that he put in for a transfer and found himself doing much the same a few months later in Chicago. After an incident involving mag-dumping his 40. cal into a meth-head for letting their own baby starve in lieu of running out of meth, things got hectic. Thankfully, he was owed a few favors from the higher-ups in Chicago PD and the case was buried in return for a transfer. A month later and now he finds himself in Detroit first working Gang TF before getting a summons from the Mayor himself. Happy days.

Equipment

Takeo forgoes the suit and tie get-up that some detectives pick. He usually wears regular street clothes to blend in with the local populace of wherever he's in, at times with a tendency towards the color black or gray- leftover from his upbringing in San Francisco and his numerous assignments. In his IWB holster, he carries a 40. caliber handgun, a small .38 caliber revolver in an ankle holster as well as two knives- a folding knife for practical purposes and a punch dagger with a four inch blade for when things get personal.

Anything else?

His vices include cigarettes, booze, and prescription painkillers. Every once in a while there's heroin, but only ever snorted. Needles scare him, ironically.

Physical Description
Phil is built a little bit like a tree stump, he stands at an average-slightly below average height and has a thick neck and limbs. His hair, below his hat, is a blackish grey and his eyes a muddy brown, his body is covered in bruises and scars, and (although his picture might say otherwise) usually has either a sandwich or a smoke in his hand. He leans and walks with a slight favoring of his right side, as his left arm was recently replaced with a cybernetic one, and he both doesn’t quite trust it and isn’t quite used to it yet.

Psyche
Serving and protecting is what Phil does, it’s what he knows, and it’s what’s in his blood. Though how much of it is to maintain the family honor, and how much of it is to do the right thing, that’s anybody’s guess. Phil is inherently wary of anybody with “augs”, even himself. He’s seen what can happen when a good person loses their mind. Phil doesn’t like using his gun anymore, he never really did, but now he only uses it as absolutly necessary. Deep down, Phil’s got a good heart; he likes the simple things in life, a long drag and a stiff drink with good friends after a hard days work, the feel of cracking a hard case, the sound of the bell that begins a fight, and his son’s laughter.

Motivation
Phil was on leave when he heard that a new Special Unit was being formed and wanted on it, a lot of it was that he just wanted to start working again, but, after what happened to his old partner, he wasn’t sure he could, or even wanted to, go back to his old precinct anyway, what he did know was that he needed a new start. Besides, this Unit’s precinct is closer to home and frankly, the sandwich place around the corner has better pricing than the last one.

Relations
Phil’s Son - Amier
Phil’s Wife - Anna
Various Other Cops, (Family Friends, Old Buddies, etc)
Various Others (Old friends from school, connections, etc)

Personal History
Phil is the Son of a cop, the son of a cop, the son of a soldier. He grew up in Detroit, not very far away from where he father was stationed, and only a few precincts over from where the unit is assigned. All his life he looked up to his dad, and wanted to become just like him, but when the Police became privatized, Phil’s dad was let go. His pension covered the family for awhile before Phil could join the force, but not working changed Phil’s dad, he became drunker more often, colder, one night, worse than normal, Phil’s dad came at Phil with his belt, and Phil took it. But then the monster headed for Phil’s Mom.
That’s when it began for Phil; beaten, bruised, and bloody Phil, a teenager at the time, stood between his parents, set his jaw, and looked into his father’s blurry, cold eyes, and said “No.”, enraging his father and causing Phil to take the belt again and again, until eventually Phil’s Dad fell down drunk. Phil’s dad never got that bad again, and a few years later he died. But it was at that moment that Phil really knew what he was going to do with his life, he was going to Serve and Protect.
Years passed, Phil rose through the ranks, he was a good cop, becoming a detective and eventually getting his own partner and marrying her sister. The family as a whole became very close, and Detroit even seemed to be eeking out it’s own version of peace, all was good. Then suddenly, it wasn’t.
The riots, the rapes, the murders, they all seemed to be coming in too fast to deal with. But Phil’s partner never wavered, and the “aug” in her brain seemed to be able to deal with the stress, almost better than the ones in her arms and legs, that helped Phil, it helped a lot. Then, one day, She snapped. While running down a particularly disgusting perp, something. Just snapped in Phil’s Partner’s brain, she drew her gun and began shooting into a crowd, At first it was just shots in the air, causing the crowd to turn riotous and make their lives harder, but then it was directed at the perp, and it suddenly didn’t matter who was in her way as long as she caught this guy. So she lined up her semi-auto, and Phil, making a split second decision, took his shot. It was enough to slow her down and get her attention, but not enough to stop her, no, that didn’t happen until after Phil had left his arm, and emptied six more bullets.
After that Phil was given some “Administrative Leave”, for which he was grateful, but after what felt like a long time of dishes, spending time with his family, and enjoying life. He’s ready to get back to work. Phil doesn’t know if he’ll ever be the same, physically or mentally, but he know’s that It’s time. So he asked his Captain to recommend him for this Unit, and the rest, is history.

Equipment
Grandad’s Stun Baton, not technically standard issue anymore, but Phil likes the way it feels in his hand, and trusts it more than his pistol right now.
Standard issue pistol (seen in pic)
Cybernetic Left Arm: Capable of dealing some serious melee damage, more or less indestructible, also capable of delivering an electric charge.
Body Armor - Resistant to Kinetic and Non-Kinetic (Laser’s, etc) damage (seen in pic)
Hat - Stylish