[hider=CS] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/35/97/8e/35978eabfdb16527e8b62b3d5fbc73de--urban-style-pretty-people.jpg[/img][/center] [h3][sup][center][b] Ronan Smith [/b][/center][/sup][/h3] [sup][sup][h3][center][b] “And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.” [/b][/center][/h3][/sup][/sup] [center] [color=#6E6E6E][b]LOOKS[/b][/color] Either nearly bald or has a very short haircut Sometimes will let his hair grow out, but not by much Sharp features Cheekbones that could cut someone Metal stud in his left ear White, clean teeth he takes pride in Shark eyes. The kind you can look in and only see bloodlust [color=#6E6E6E][b]PSYCHE[/b][/color] Violence and rage was something Ronan grew into. He didn't have it as a child, but after beating a kid half to death he decided he liked the feeling. He's unapologetic and angry but doesn't mean he doesn't lack empathy. He hates most people, but the people he does like he treats like family and will protect them until the very end. He doesn't ever back down from a fight or challenge, but he never plays fair. Ronan has no respect for the law and does whatever he wants whenever he wants to. Ronan craves violence like a drug and can start a fight in an empty room. [color=#6E6E6E][b]HEAT[/b][/color] The owner of a small corp. (that no longer exists, thanks to Ronan's efforts) that he helped take down and steal from. They can't do too much, but they hold a serious grudge. Local police, mainly because he's known for starting brawls and disturbing the peace. [color=#6E6E6E][b]STREET CRED[/b][/color] Small-Time He's known by local police as someone who likes to start fights, whether it's in a bar, on the street, or in a home. He's also hated by a small corporation owner, but other than that he's not known for much. [color=#6E6E6E][b]THE STORY[/b][/color] Ronan is from a family of wandering gypsies. When he was little, his mother, Irene took him around the country. They only settled down in Studio City when she got sick. Irene found out she had lung cancer when Ronan was about 16 and didn't tell him about it until he asked why they had a permanent home. He tried to get a basic job, but his efforts combined with the small trickle of income the gypsy business gave wasn't enough. Ronan began selling drugs for a small-time dealer. He got 25% of his sales, but it was enough to pay for his mom's treatments and then some. Although, his efforts were in vain. Cancer got her, and Irene died a few years later. After his mother's death, his violent tendencies got worse. He actually had something to fight about. Ronan used the funds he got from selling drugs to get him out of trouble, but after fighting with a few customers the dealer dropped him. He had no dignity, no pride, and nothing to keep him out of trouble. He began stealing, which quickly escalated to him becoming a mugger. Ronan used the pay for food and a cheap house, but spent the rest on drugs to ease his pain. He doesn't do anything that would mess him up too badly, just things that keep him high enough to keep him from thinking about his mom. Ronan now takes out his anger on his targets. He's a mercenary that doesn't really care who he needs to take down. He'll kill anyone, except for kids. He draws the line at children, although that won't stop him from taking their parents. He still does drugs, but they're mostly party drugs now. His memories of his mother are fading, now that is the focus is on his work, along with staying alive. Ronan also tries not to take contracts that are put on his friends, but he only has a few. He'll take down those he's less attached to, or he'll just break them apart and tell them to never come back. Ronan prefers to take, "teach them a lesson," jobs. Those are the ones where he can really let himself go, although he sometimes forgets that he's not meant to be beating them to death. Most of his friends are in the blood business or they're owners of bars and clubs. His friends aren't powerful, but they're family, and he wouldn't trade them for the world. [color=#6E6E6E][b]ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY[/b][/color] Butterfly knife Metal baseball bat he's named after his mother, the center of most of his anger. Ruger SR1911, used for basic hits. Synthetic Nerves. They aren't as good as normal nerve endings, but they fix the damage that drugs caused. Electronic Contacts. A pair of contacts that make darkness less of a problem. Less light is needed to see in the dark with the help of the contacts. [color=#6E6E6E][b]...AND THE REST[/b][/color] [hider=NCPD] "Local ones at least, the corporate police stay in their corporate zones while the big boys do the rest of the work. NCPD is funded by Night City's city council which seems to have an endless fund for the police department. The corps pitch in, probably to keep the NCPD off them and off their corporate police. That isn't the problem though, they are too spread thin as it is. So many districts, most rookie officers are sent off to the combat zones where they fight the booster gangs, the crazies and the occasional corporate security team. For the most part, they are well trained, brutal and don't take any shit. Some can be nice, but can you really trust anyone these days? They use to be on the corner of every street, but look what the city is doin' to them? They've turned into savages." -People to be wary of [/hider] [hider=Background] Solos - are ex-military, killers, hitmen, assassins. All for hire, they live and die by the sword and the gun. You point and they shoot. Doesn't matter who if the money is right, they pull the trigger and don't look back. Allegiance is from wire transfer to wire transfer, they usually work for the corps some on contract while others as security forces. [/hider] [hider=Lingo] http://www.wyldeside.com/rpgs/cp2020/info-slang.html [/hider] [hider=DD] [@DeadDrop] [/hider] [/center] [/hider]