[color=FFB347][CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/221218/577ae0f2977c513bfb67739819d6e4a2.png[/img][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/73a93072-ff47-4cf1-b212-40f4436b29f6.jpg [/img] [color=2E2C2C][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=Personal Data][indent][sub][b]D A T A[/b][/SUB] [sup][COLOR=SILVER] [b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Cari Cruz[/COLOR] [b]Callsign[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Nyx[/COLOR] [B]Age[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - 31 (b. 2646)[/COLOR] [B]Birthplace[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Denver-Vegas[/COLOR] [b]Pilot Type[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Heavy[/COLOR] [/color][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=Psyche Analysis][indent][SUB][b]P S Y C H E[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Nonchalant [/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Cari has a rather calm and light mood, appearing to most colleagues as an uninterested individual. She however does feel the stresses of the world around her; the heavy pressure it places on her mind, the toll that it carries on her body — she just tries everything in her power to hide those weaknesses from the ones who could use them against her.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Individualist[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Cari will never be within your circle of friends, instead always within a close orbit. She is the moon presence who changes the tides; pushing people away as they come closer, drawing those in who are sinking beyond her reach. She is neither close, nor far, but always just out of finger length's reach.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Cunning[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Cari's unfortunate trait is that she is not wholly trustworthy. Her goal is self preservation, a mindset ingrained into her psyche from a very young age as she will do whatever is within her abilities to achieve what she needs to achieve. The challenge for others is realising at what point they have been deceived, and then failing to realise that her ruse has far from yet reached the acclaimed prestige.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=Gear][indent][SUB][b]G E A R[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Prescription Vial[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Cari carries around a metal, screw cap prescription vial; filled with suppressants to help maintain her Polaris Shift. The dosage is simple... Two per day, one at the early signs of an episode.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Military Dog Tag[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]- Dawson, Jacob R - DV Guardian 36-787 - B Pos [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Rueger (Revolver Pistol)[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]There is something rather distinctive about the [i]DV Classic's[/i] range of weapons, The Rueger specifically. Onyx in colour, a matt sheen resistant to oily fingerprints, a short and stumpy revolver with a unique feel of forgotten history compared to some of the more high tech weapons. This one however is rarely loaded unless necessary.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=Neural Combatant][indent][SUB][b]N E U R A L C O M B A T A N T[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Armor[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]The Nyx is layered in tessellating plates of Gamma Titanium Aluminide, small hexagons that can be easily removed, replaced, and also durable to some of the hardest hits that a Heavy NC would be expected to take. They are dark in colour; a sooty black with hints of charcoal, edged in a chrome polished bevel. As an addition there is a secondary armour built below the beehive surface which a heavier and less easily penetrated; a blend of Osmium should anything pierce the outer layers. Unseen unless the Nyx is in the workshop this layer is a large portion of what makes the NC so heavy in mass. Combining these two different elements and armour types has helped make the Nyx such a formidable target, and it is not uncommon to see her take a hit which could render an Assault class NC immobile.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Main/Off Hand[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]There was once a tall tale that went around the barracks stating that the Nyx's had the capability of sending groups of NC mercenaries into the dark ages. Whether the stories were true or not isn't entirely confirmed, in spite of that it was as they gazed their eyes upon the two handed Heavy Ion Emmiter that their worse fears felt like a reality. With the power of a lightning storm, the force of a directional EMP — even as a weapon of the future there was something visually unsettling about a cannon which held so many electronics and battery components.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Back[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]The vertical lift turbines mounted on the rear of the Nyx would normally be used for full flight on any other NC, however due to the weight and limited power delivery to them they are used only to navigate around over low lying ridges. A small advantage compared to the faster NCs that could run circles Cari, but a magnitude of difference in the ability to finding a suitable vantage spot.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Left Auxiliary[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]With only one main weapon and very little movement in terms of speed, the Nyx is equipped with a defensive set of radar/heat guided missiles on the left shoulder. They are considered nothing more than a close range deterrent for any Assaulting individuals, but that is sometimes more than enough.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Right Auxiliary[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]A smokescreen dispenser... Nothing more to see here...[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=Relations][indent][SUB][b]R E L A T I O N S[/b][/sub] [sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Jacob Dawson (deceased)[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]With Cari being underage when she was found to be NC compatible she was assigned a guardian as her family were unable to accompany her through the pilot's program — that man was Jacob. He raised the young pilot through her teenage years and into her young adulthood, standing by her, proud of her accomplishments and strength through all the hard times. That was until a decade ago where he became a memory to those who knew him...[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Marc Batanero[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Cari's supervisor, and the man who organised and commanded her team of NC pilots. He was capable of being much more than his current position within the Denver-Vegas corporation, and yet there seemed to be something (or someone) who he stayed back for. There was nothing public, no relationship to speak of, and the team would often reply to curious onlookers with "I don't know what you're talking about", but the two spent quite a considerable amount of time together whilst not on the company clock.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER][b]Travis[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Very little is known about Travis. The name was handed to Cari as she left the Denver-Vegas region, an mysterious individual who she was told to keep contact with; someone who might be able to help her manage both her current and future contracts.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b]Physical Details [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]It is as the sun falls below the horizon that the gentle cedar glow of Cari's skin can be seen. Her hair, a flowing wave of chocolate and caramel blonde garnishing half of her fringe; her beauty can be quite deceiving for her age as many curious individuals have been rather surprised to how she was born in the mid 40's. The gentle complexions and beauty aside, Cari does show off a rather rebellious and diverse array tattoos decorating her skin. Perhaps they are an artistical inspiration, or perhaps there is a deeper meaning?... she doesn't speak nor acknowledges their depictions. For those who speak with her — ask her of her past — they are generally drawn to the reflections of the sky's warm, sunset tones in her irises. They are a pair of crystal gems to distract from the misanthropic expression on her face. [/indent][/color] [b]Background Information [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Her bare body was sitting on the edge of the bed, the smooth sheets wrapped around her torso, hair strewed across her face, a datatool positioned upon her lap. A vibrant prompt slowly glowed on the screen calling out to how it wanted to speak to her, begging to be opened. "It isn't going to open itself," deep and comforting; the voice from behind acted as a personal narrator who was guiding the recipient onto the idea of accepting. She sighed as her fingers tapped the screen, "I just, didn't expect them to reply so quickly." The prompt folded itself open, digital origami, revealing a corporate logo of Denver-Vegas Industries before vanishing into a wall of text. A beautiful sight for such a needless reason. Music and trumpets wouldn't have been that farfetched at this point. "[i]To the NC Pilot, Ms Cari Cruz...[/i] That's me!" She looked towards Marc, a smug yet playful peep of someone who had just won this month's popularity contest. Cari continued with exhilaration, "[i]We are delighted to inform you that your negotiations for the premature completion of your contract have been successful, and as such we would like to extend our thanks by reminding you that upon the full return of any Denver-Vegas Industries products you will be granted the full ownership of the Neuro-Combatant known as the Nyx.[/i]" This was it! This was the response she was waiting for. Marc, his crew — her team mates, had all given their statements to the authorities in an attempt to find a way to end Cari's contract early. They knew the struggles that she held with the amount of hours she was required to maintain and every mission since Jacob's death held a heavy feeling of regret and desolation. She continued, "[i]From hence forth the Nyx will not be listed on the DV database,[/i]" a shift down in reading speed, "[i]as a company owned product, however — should — you — fai...[/i]" This wasn't right, this was a mistake. Shivers of fear as Cari's eyes dilated, darting across the screen to absorb a tidal wave of information in the fractions of a second. Repossession, Debt, Public Safety; a new contract. The gravity of the truth was secretly hidden below the faux celebrations, a tightening grip that grew like the claws grasping onto her shoulder. "Touch me and I'll break those fingers." "You're not going to hurt me..." the gentle touch on the collarbone, a trainer who knew how to control his mustang, and with a small prod he twisted her body towards him with an offering of a twin coloured capsule. It touched her lips, accepting the offer as she plucked the pill from his fingers before breaking the harmonious transaction to reach over towards the half empty bottle of scotch. "Without the alcohol..." Marc groaned. "Piss off." "You and I know that's [i]You[/i] saying that." He could see straight through the words while she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She had been caught, but it didn't stop her from mixing the non-recommend mixture of the two substances. Perching himself up onto his elbow Marc looked over towards the screen, whispering for her to keep reading but this time slowly. "[i]...should you fail to uphold your new contract the Neuro-Combatant in question be up for repossession by the state. In addition the board has come to the conclusion that while your service debt is paid, the public damages caused through the death of your guardian and the ongoing medical cost by you as an individual are still an ongoing debt which must be repaid. For that a new contract has been drafted.[/i]" Pages of details followed, red tape after red tape; neither Cari nor Marc had ever seen a contract this comprehensive. It was clear that negotiations did not go as planned and in hindsight the idea of sweeping the events of past under the rug just may have been the smarter option. Marc read the final line for her, "[i]Due to public safety concerns you will be required to leave the Denver-Vegas region until further evaluation. You have 24 hours to comply with these requests.[/i]... Fuck..." Cari felt numb, a feeling of falling from the top of the world with the landing being her head on the chest of the one person who knew how little of a threat she could be. "I guess..." she could hear the slow heartbeat as her ear rested onto Marc's chest, "...that this is our goodbye." The seconds lasted an eternity and his disappearance from underneath her left her head finally crashing down onto the mattress. The jingle of her dog tags catching her attention as she reached towards her chest and examined the memory piece. "I'll inform the team that your NC must be prepared for deployment," a decision was made, a decision she had no part in, "I would suggest that you head home and pack what you need." [/indent][/color] [b]Polaris Shift [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]After spending years on the front lines Cari's world would shatter when she was finally be introduced to her horrifying Polaris Shift. A heightened self-defense uncoupling between her mind and her reactions, an event which would result in the unfortunate and abrupt death of her guardian. His crime: a firm pat on her shoulder as she was disconnecting from a full sync in her NC — a moment that would typically be a celebratory event, instead met with the barrel of her personal revolver to his jaw, and the fireworks of blood and brain matter into the skies above. A full psychological assessment was completed on Cari following the deadly incident — an examination which raised questions into how her Shift occurred, what steps in mental management were needed for the young pilot, and what concoction of sedatives she would need to have going hence forth. Since then she has been able to control her unwanted violent actions, toning her down enough to where verbal vulgarities are more common than the threats, and even less common than the deadly episodes; a result which has allowed her to feel the growing stages of her Shift, to prepare for them at least. [/indent][/color] [b]Personal Mission [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Even as an outcast Cari is under the watchful eye of Denver-Vegas as someone who is to supply them with an endless flow of information until they they see her debt as fully paid off. She is to be discreet, to be consistent, else DV could attempt to reclaim more of what they rightfully believe is theirs. This leaves Cari with complex set of aspirations; a obligation to pay off her finances, but a conflicting question of how much she can protect those around her — a desire for freedom with a heavy cost no matter which way you cut it.[/indent][/color] [/cell][/row][/table][/COLOR]