[hider=Peter Skrit]
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[color=dadada][sub][color=BABABA]P  E  T  E  R    S  K  R  I  T[/color]
[color=BABABA]⟁[/color] 53 [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Male [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] 6"1' [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] AB-[/sub][/color][/center]

[color=BABABA][sub]A P P E R A N C E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]A tall man for his age and of average build. Despite his age he looks somewhat younger, mainly becuase of the fact his hair hasn't started to go grey yet and still retains a quite deep and vivid brown colour. He has a large forehead and steely blue/grey eyes that can really pierce a person when he stares. He generally has his hear parted to one side, in a smart 'corporate' look. He wears mostly suits, though sometimes does dress down if the job requires something slightly more flexible. He takes pride in making sure he looks the best he can at all times. [/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]B A C K G R O U N D[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Born in 1994 to a somewhat rich British family, Peter got to experience growing up in eye of the Exchange and its aftermath, something most of today's youth seem forget. The first ten to thirteen years of his life was somewhat sheltered; a private education, in a private estate, probably in a private city. Peter didn't know. He was just isolated. His parents, using whatever money they could to protect him from the horrors that were unfolding in a starving, collapsing country. As he grew into his teen years, and started to gain a understanding of ethics and moral responsibility, his parents began to show him the world around him. The world seemed strange to him. The world he had seen in history books and novels, had seemed to have melted away, and now this chaos had replaced it.

Still, there wasn't exactly anything he could do. He was still in tuition, but he gained a sort of new found respect for the position that he had been placed in. His parents had wanted him to see how lucky he was, and how things could have been different if the dice had been re-rolled. Peter would continue his education up until he was sixteen, where upon passing his qualifications (Not that it particularly mattered at that point) he began to look at the idea of setting up business. His parents estate came with a significant number of acres of land which formed a 'field moat' around their estate. Peter proposed to turn the outlying fields into farmland, something the starving country needed desperately. All he needed was the capital to do so. His parents who at this point were happily living off their retirement stash, were somewhat shocked when he revealed his plan and asked for money. They were somewhat hesitant to give up the land, but eventually the conceded and gave their son the money and their blessing.

From there, Skrit Food was born. Using the money he had got from parents he began the process of hiring workers and cultivating the land. While Peter thought that it was going to be difficult to get the project off the ground, it turned out to flourish. The demand for food was high and Peter could have charged a fortune for the food he was producing at this large farming project of his. However his mother and fathers lessons were in the back of his mind and so he sold the food on at a small markup and in some cases, even just gave it away. This charitable attitude helped bolster his reputation which in turn attracted more customers and more workers, that by the end of his 5 year tenure at Skrit food, supply never once managed to reach demand.

Those 5 years, leading upto his 21st birthday had seen the region transform and become a model of what the new, emerging Britain could look like in the new world. Everyone had jobs, the villages around the outskirts of the estate were once again full and no longer abandoned. The small towns further afield had started regenerating too. Peter had expanded the lands of the company to reach out to almost the entire county they lived in, meaning he technically owned every town, village and home. The corporation had paid for all of the refits of the homes and the restorations of every service: from schools, hospitals and even to a degree, the law. He had inadvertently created the agrarian corporatocracy. But no one actually cared. They were happy. The people were happy. Compared to the chaos that had been wrought in the past decade, they were eager for anything that bought any sense of normality back to world.

It wasn't long until someone took notice of what Peter had achieved. The bigger corporations out there, the ones who had been pushing technological change had noticed his work now. And they wanted it. He never wanted a large 21st Birthday, but several corporations pitched in and threw an extravagant birthday party in Paris. Each of them were eager to buy out Peter and garner some wisdom for how he had created such a paradise. Eventually Peter caved and sold to Bolocom, a Spanish security consultancy, for way more money than he had ever been given by his parents. Bolocom invited him to stay on as 'director', overseeing the implementation and expansion of the project to include as much of Britain as they could.

One of the big differences came with how Bolocom secured land. Peter had always bought, negotiated or found peaceful ways to convince people to allow Skrit Food to take over. Bolocom however, had a more... forceful approach. The were a security company. It was all they really knew. The corporation had instilled a new police force his lands, that reminded him more of a military force than a police force. It was at this point Peter realised he had ruined everything. He had introduced poison into his corporations bloodstream. Appealed at the approach and the methods that Bolocom used, he left the company. He started for next few years drifting from job to job and various corporations, acting as an executive, director, financial officer. Whatever was available. As he did this he began to realise, Bolocom wasn't the exception; it was the rule. He was the exception.

Peter was now experiencing a colossal emotional disconnect with his work. His parents had always taught him to be grateful for everything he had been received, to use his position that he had been given to try and help others. But these corporations didn't care about that. They cared about power, money and control. He could leave of course, try and do some good again. But corporate life had shown him that do-gooders never got far. It wasn't long until someone made you [i]'that'[/i]offer. Take the money or bad things happen. He had been on the corporate side of a few of those deals. He knew what happens when you walk away. So now he was stuck within the system that didn't quote fit him.

The bigger issue was the fact that Peter was good at his job. He was good at running things, good at organising and good at managing people. He was still young, he had his whole future ahead of him as he entered his thirties and many people thought that one day he was going to be head of on of the big corporations himself. And as he grew older and older, that choice was on the table for him. But he never chose it. He didn't want it anymore. He had seen what happened to those people and instead he wanted some grounding in reality. But the world had changed too. Technology had leapfrogged from when he was growing up. Things once thought of as impossible were suddenly possible. This world, no longer felt like his world.

As he got older he started to specialise in 'problem solving'. A broad term used for anything corporations didn't wanna deal with themselves, or wanted an extra eye on. Group of hackers always getting into your servers? Call Peter, give him some men, and the problem would solve itself. At this point he had grown numb over the moral and ethical ramifications of what he was doing. The world had changed him, or more, the environment had changed him.

He is now in his early fifties, still going strong and still working for any corporation that wants him. He has worked for nearly everyone in some capacity now and has so many contacts across the entire planet, he might as well have his own spy network. He has accrued enough favours with enough powerful people now to get whatever he desired if he needed it. These favours have made his life alot easier. He never has to pay for hotels, transport, supplies. Everyone keeps him stocked up. Afterall, next time he is given a case against you, maybe he will remember all the things you did for him? [/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Peter grew up as a paragon of virtue of sorts. His parents eager to make sure that he knew the difference between good and bad, and that good was always the right option to pick. However, growing up, and the years of serving in the corporate upper echelons has made him more and more, sedative to those values that he was grown up to believe. He sometimes describes it as feeling numb.

Now in his fifties, Peter has a deadpan, professional personality. Always acting like a gentleman and speaking with respect, after all, who knows who your next customer or even enemy is going to be. He tends to spend most of his time focusing on his work, given its strategic nature. He rarely opens upto anyone about his past, but that is mainly due to the fact that he never hangs around with anyone for long, preferring to move from job to job. He isn't an outright nasty person, he treats people well if they are not his enemies. He prefers to describe himself now as being Amoral to describe his actions and choices. [/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Peter is a organiser and a strategist at heart. His skills aren't combat based or even computer based. Though he is not bad at either, his strength is his ability to co-ordinate people, plans and strikes. Moving beyond that he is an excellent negotiator after years in the corporate system and can help diffuse tense situations. He did make his living for the past thirty years as a problem solver after all, and not all problems needed to end in violence.

The bragger inside him would say that being himself is a skill. And while that obvious isn't true, there is some truth in that. When Peter is bought onto a project or mission, people notice. Certain group will stay away, eager not incur his wrath or have him remember who they are. While it never guarantees success. It has proven to be helpful. [/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]► X34 Loing-Datapad: A portable datapad which consists mostly of a glass polymer which Peter uses as his net access and organiser. He prefers to see things infront of him. It was just the way he was bought up. The model was produced by Loingsech back in the early 2030's and his model is well over 10 years old. Loingsech continue to support and repair the device,
 even if it is no longer produced - primarily as a special favour.

► J7S-AP:
Chinese-made and rare. And that is just the base model. The AP variant was designed as a prototype to make up for the lack of stopping power on the original model. Chambered for a higher calibre round, the gun packs a punch, able to penetrate most light armour and the occasional medium armour. The gun is still rather unassuming and compact as its mother pistol, however to cope with the large calibre rounds, the inbuilt suppressor and muzzle break were removed, and the clip size was reduced to a measly 6 rounds per magazine. There were rumoured to only be five of these prototypes in production and while it never made it to mass production the gun still has the famous 'J7S-AP' stamp on its barrel.

► His Bow-ties: They have no special powers, or even abilities. They are just an assortment of bow-ties he keeps around and wears. Sort of his signature thing He has a few plain coloured ties, but he prefers the ones were a more... bizarre design.[/color][/indent]

[color=BABABA][sub]A U G M E N T A T I O N S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] ► Minor Immune System Booster:
Executives of companies were all given immune booster augmentations in order to make sure that they were fortresses of immunity. They didn't want their senior staff to fall ill. It never made you immune to illness, it just reduced the likenesses of getting ill.

► Finger Holoscreen Implants:
Small chips implanted under the skin designed to allow interfacing between early model holoscreens back in the 2000's/2010's. The technology has now been replaced with holoscreens that don't require implants to operate and the the implants aren't even offered anymore. However they do prove useful if he comes across any old tech, as he is usual one of the few people who can interface with them without getting any additional hacking equipment.    [/color][/indent]
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Okay, i think i am happy with this for now. Will make a few minor alterations, but the concept of the character is there for all to see.