[hider=Name: Casio Flores]
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         [center]Nickname: The Florist[/center]

Gender: Male

Age: 68, appears early 40’s


[hider=Appearance:]

Best known by his pseudonym, The Florist stands at a little under six feet, carrying what appears a fairly nondescript, average build. At a glance he would scarcely stand out amongst a crowd of degenerates. But with a carefully trained eye one might glean that he is no commoner. Even beneath an unruly tousle of graying hair and a face covered in unkempt scruff he cannot fully mask the sculpted bone structure of Earth’s highborn society. Were you to catch his eyes in a certain light, you might notice the circuitry hidden within the soft blue iris, or the faded scars which seem to carefully line his musculature. Most obvious clue of his augmentation is the Neural Nub above his left ear.

Casio isn’t flashy, he wears whatever allows him to blend easiest, generally favoring whatever would draw the least amount of attention in a particular situation; usually that means long sleeves and a hat, but he is just as comfortable in a three-piece suit, lab coat or a stolen delivery uniform.[/hider]

[hider=Personality:] 
One doesn't spend their life lurking amongst the criminal elite, the insanely wealthy, their hired killers, corporate goons and an ocean of hopeless junkies without learning how people tick. Casio understands people, and his body language drips with an apathetic confidence, casually drifting through any number of social situations with ease.[/hider]

[hider=Bio:] 
Born into a world of gratuitous luxury, self indulgence and backstabbing, Casio learned very quickly how to avoid conflict and play people against one another. His father, Desmond Flores, a politician and gun manufacturer had become one of the wealthiest men on Earth from capitalizing on various global conflicts and selling to both sides. While this placed his family in a tenuous position among the old-money of high society, money is still money and as a boy it would grant him all kinds of opportunities and the best education it could buy. He quickly showed an aptitude for engineering and chemistry, a gift only enhanced by the expensive litany of bio-implants he received as he grew. Chasing his father’s promising political career, the family relocated to the growing colony of Mars in 2066; leaving their native planet in favor of the sprawling metropolis of Eden, the older, larger, sister city to Arcadia.

After attending a number of prestigious academies across Mars, Casio found himself working for NuBio Ltd. One of the largest corporations on Mars which competes at the cutting edge of pharmaceutical and augmentation technologies. His naturally affinity towards machinery and chemistry was quickly honed to a razor’s edge while working on the highest grade experimental cybernetics and performance enhancers the UEA had to offer. By the time of his 30th birthday, he was more machine than man, virtually every facet of his body enhanced or otherwise altered to further his research.

In the coming years he would push the envelope on both fronts, being placed onto the board of NuBio’s R&D branch. His relentless pursuit in the name of science would catapult NuBio’s stock values and help solidify them as one of the most powerful subsidiaries of the UEA; eventually leading he and his team to develop a drug that would change life on Mars forever : Transdermal Reduction and Neural Consciousness Enhancer or Trance

The drug’s use would quickly spin out of control, government and corporate oversight ratcheting down heavily on any bold or foolish enough to continue pursuing its applications. Flores was one such casualty, refusing to abandon his brainchild for what he believed to be nominal side effects.

NuBio would waste no time in cutting ties with their golden goose, landing Flores promptly out on his golden ass with very little to show for it. His assets were seized, his credit accounts frozen for “redistribution” as he was scapegoated for being the sole originator of what was now considered a societal bane. The blacklisting extended to his family, now as sitting Chancellor of Economy in Eden, Desmond Flores would disown his “delinquent son” to save his own image. 

Try as they might, no power in human history has been able to snuff out the desire to change consciousness and the damage was already done. Demand for the drug in subsequent years has only grown, and with what is arguably the most intimate knowledge of the drug’s development available, whoever deals with Flores has access to some of the purest form of Trance and with it a constant flow of capital.

As a man in high demand, Flores has used his one of kind knowledge as a shield. Now free of oversight committees and nursing a grudge against the corporate oligarchy, he has busied himself cozying up to whichever underhanded organizations or well-connected gangs would grant him use of their facilities. 
The Black Brethren, Iron Salamanders, even The Machine Cult of Vir’tsung have contracted with The Florist, receiving his signature bright blue ultra-refined Trance, or his advanced knowledge of augmentation and implants, which he can use to enhance, replace or repair.

The Florist has been quietly orchestrating and encouraging a coordinated attack on the Os-Net Server Hubs, in an attempt to expand the influence of The Warp. 
News of the Golden Disk changes things, with access to the legendary item, he could crash the entire grid, cutting off Mars and granting him a direct say in how the red planet would be rebuilt.[/hider]


[hider=Other:] 
- Casio is master chemist. Give him the products under your sink, he'll give you a bomb. Give him access to a janitor's closet, he'll give you a liquid that can melt straight through augmented flesh. Give him a lab? There's virtually nothing he couldn't create. Steroids to the modern equivalent of a healing potion.

- The Florist is augmented, but not for combat. While he's a little bit quicker & noticeably stronger than an average man his age, and the optical enhancements & hand/eye sync programs technically provide a mild benefit when using a firearm, they are far more suited for careful, dexterous work like cybernetic repair. A skin integrated bioweave, standard issue for high-level R&D experts due to the dangerous nature of working with robotics monitors organ function & blood circulation and makes him slightly more resilient to chemical, burn and blunt trauma. An experimental and highly illegal Neural Lace allows him to interact, reset or undermine certain security precautions or checkpoints, typically with little to no register on the firewall systems of Os-Net. [/hider]
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