Citizen Registration:
8728641

Name:
Vincent Bloom

Alias:
Punchy

Gender:
Male

Age:
33

Blood Type:
A+

Height/Weight:
5.9

Occupation:
‘Bodyguard’

DOOM Counter Reading:
285 days, 11 months, 45 days, 12hrs, 44sec

Physical Description:
His attire is ever only constant when working as a bodyguard to BAMBI; a practical motorcycle helmet, and a pink neon vest that shows off his muscular arms. Due to lack of stature he uses them as intimidation instead. His body is littered in scars and it isn't too uncommon for him to show up with a fresh bruise or a bandage. Vincent rarely takes off the helmet in order to preserve his anonymity.

Personality:
Meticulous, serious, quick to the point and seemingly indifferent to the world around him, Punchy’s streamlined with an unrevealing personality. Forever moving forward with no fear or anxiety of what’s in front of him, as if he has no concept of what it would mean to stop. Underneath a sometimes docile exterior he’s hardwired for violence, constantly chewing and scraping his tongue against his teeth as if ready to remove the flesh of victims of his heinous crimes from his maw.

Never complaining or allowing morality to impede his actions helped him thrive in New Babel. Drifting through an almost dream-like trance in between work as a bodyguard to “jobs” he performs for people who want no questions asked. It wasn’t always like this, no one turns into what Vincent has become overnight, but whatever he used to be doesn’t matter in the city of DOOM. Ever since the installation of his own counter, his psyche has involuntarily altered itself to better survive in the hive of degeneracy a criminal had to endure in New Babel.
Summary:
Vincent, without a memory of his past, was thrust into new and harsh environment. He was previously nothing, and was now worth even less. Without any form of support aside from the credits he was given and the roof put over his head by his generous government he became a follower, latching onto what the majority of people around him swarmed towards. This just so happened to be working at a production facility, operating heavy press machinery for products he would never use or see. With a lack of any former education, the only experience he gathered was from watching and learning from his older and more experienced co-workers; this was enough to at least not lose his head from working amongst deadly and seemingly ancient machinery he interacted with.

Life wasn’t easy, and Vincent grew frustrated at the constant problems that kept springing up. Wages stolen by a superior, falling into credit scams only a naive boy would and simply the cost of living in a place packed with people with the same living standards as him. It was almost destined for him to begin steering towards crime, the constant ticking of his DOOM clock giving him the necessary push into a life of depriving people of their own time and money.

It started off small, simple. Delivering packages, standing watch, pickpocketing. Then the reality of the life he had entered began hitting and one petty crime began turning into a crime scene. The added history of betrayal he had suffered amongst his co-workers within the factories he spent his time in caused him to push anyone - even his accomplices - away from him. As he delved deeper and deeper into committing atrocities he became disconnected, he couldn’t stand or work with others anymore so he began to work alone. This proved more difficult, but at least this way he had only himself to blame if anything went awry.

It wasn’t long before Vincent had become completely desensitised to the world around him, helping him continue doing his work with more precision and apathy, utilising ultra-violence to achieve his given tasks and jobs. Debt collecting, murders, torture, stalking; these had all become a commonality. However this had also put him on the radar, building himself somewhat of a reputation and it wasn’t just amongst fellow criminals...
He was well aware that dealing with rival gangs of drug dealers or families of the mafia was different from dealing with the minds and force utilised by the government, and he wasn’t dumb or smart enough to take them on. He needed to change pace, he needed to slow down, until he could figure out something cohesive.

That was where BAMBI came in. Back then she wasn't anything more than a barmaid in one of Vincent's local haunts. He was just curious enough to start following her home one night when she was jumped by a group of addicts, hoping to tear the chip clean out of her neck and siphon whatever time she had left. Frustrated that they got in his way, Vincent responded in kind; he dealt with the scumbags without having to kill them. The girl was tearfully grateful, said she'd never forget him, probably didn't mean it, and ran the length of the street all the way home. Vincent watched.

After that, he just couldn't stop thinking about her - primarily because her face started popping up everywhere he looked as her career skyrocketed. What was once a hesitation to plan his next move became a stasis and he gradually dropped off the map, only taking jobs when he needed the credits and never putting in as much enthusiasm as he used to. What surprised him the most was BAMBI'S honesty; an associate of BAMBI Ltd came up to him with a short term proposal, suggesting that he look into the administrators of a particular online forum that was sexualising their main product to lengths that far surpassed any common decency and threatened their star's safety. He did as he was told, was paid generously, and left alone again. Then he was called back in. Then he was left alone. The contracts increased in frequency until he landed a spot in BAMBI'S personal entourage, becoming one of her 24/7 bodyguards, given the Alias he currently wore, and dressed up to suit her aesthetic.

If BAMBI was the product, Punchy because the terms and conditions. He was seemingly insignificant when stood next to her, but to get to her you had to agree to his rules and many people did - partially in eagerness to get to the star of the show, and partially because they were too intimidated by him to bother arguing.

Cybernetic Enhancements:
Vincent's one cybernetic is as haphazardly created as you can imagine a low life criminal to have. It needs constant tuning and can break down when utilised carelessly. Low level cell regeneration is the name of its game. It can’t mend torn limbs, bring your heart to beat again, or reattach a blown chunk of your brain back together- all that it’s used for is to allow Vincent to slug through less downtime between contracts he finds himself receiving serious injuries in. Aches, cuts, slashes, broken bones are all accelerated to prevent him from remaining bed bound for months for recovery.

Possessions:
A toolbox packed with various types of conventional melee weaponry that he specialises in, prefering to stick to personally tried and tested forms of fighting over being adaptive. A butchers knife, a hatchet, knives.

A shopping bag full of cleaning supplies, spare rags, brushes, rubber gloves and other janitorial material.

His sports bike, because he can't afford a car and commutes are expensive. Probably one of the few machines left that doesn't run on electricity or fuel.

9mm pistol and spare ammo clip (2), for the situations where a knife just won't cut it.

Skills:

Close Quarters Combat: The asphyxiating jungle of buildings, alleyways, warehouses, and ghettos that Vincent carried out his contracts in caused him to excel in moving and fighting in that form of environment.

Interrogation: Vincent isn’t particularly good at utilising technology, especially when it comes to computers and utilising the internet for his job; after all, the ministry is watching. Instead he’s had to rely on more interpersonal forms of information gathering. Bribes, threats and other forms of terror is the name of his game..

Tracking/Stalking: Following groups or individuals and camping outside their apartment or office for hours, sometimes even days, is something Vincent found himself doing many nights. He knows when to back away from being under risk of detection or worse, and patience has become an old friend and ally.

Cover-up: the ability to clean up after a crime is essential. Vincent knows how and where to get rid of a body and remove evidence from a crime scene, but it's dependent on time and materials; if he's short on either, the job will get sloppy.