[hider=] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b2/5e/52/b25e5237b9f45c229a7b9bbeb39068de.jpg[/img] [color=008000][b][Proctor Ryke] [47] | [Male] | [5’11] | [A-][/b][/color][/center] [color=008000][h3][i]General Information[/i][/h3][/color] [b]NAME: Proctor Ryke[/b] [b]ALIASES // TITLES: Richter Gamble Jack-Jack Big R[/b] [b]SEX:Male[/b] [b]AGE:58[/b] [b]APPEARANCE:[/b] [b]OCCUPATION:[/b] [i]”Streetjack, Pavement Pusher, whatever you want to call it. I make money.”[/i] [b]CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:[/b] Fundraising Manager [color=008000][h3][i]Psychological Profile[/i][/h3][/color] [center][b][color=008000] Confident | Anxious | Cunning | Self-Involved | Pessimistic | Distrustful[/color][/b][/center] [b]PERSONAL GOAL:[/b] Proctor’s only aim is to keep himself alive. Whatever it takes to make sure he can get what he needs to stay afloat, Proctor will do it.The ever looming fear of his demise help’s keep the haze in his mind at bay, but with every day that passes, Proctor can feel the noose around his neck tightening, the blade press closer into his neck, and the energy powering his limbs slowly seeping out of him. Even though he hasn’t much to live for, Proctor desperately wants to live. He doesn’t want to be another nameless corpse left to rot in the streets amongst the vermin and trash. [b]CAMPAIGN GOAL:[/b] From the line of work and life that Proctor came from, money can be rung from any rag you can find in the streets. There are opportunities lying around everywhere for someone who’s a little loose on their morals or quick on their trigger, so why he decided to start working with Campbell, even Proctor isn’t quite sure of yet. Sure, maybe cleaning up the streets a little and being able to sew the downfall of all his former adversaries was part of it, but something about Campbell just felt [i]profitable[/i]. More so than pushing drugs or ransoming prominent civilians. At the end of the day, Proctor is really in it for the money, and after being thrown in the gutter and dethroned in his his prime, the most stable looking choice was to link up with the man that could potentially make him rich, and breakdown everyone who’s ever spited him. Even if Campbell were to fail and lose the raise, Proctor isn’t so stupid that he’d admit defeat without a fresh wad of cash in his hands. One way or another, Proctor will find some way to get rich, and maybe even powerful. [b]PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:[/b] Ever since Proctor began to learn about all humans’ tendency, no matter how self sacrificing or generous, to value themselves over everyone else, he’s lived and survived by that school of thought. He’s not a heartless animal willing to fuck over or kill anyone at any turn, he believes in treating people with at least a modicum of respect and decency, but, no one is above him in importance. If it means his life or death, sink or float, Proctor works for himself and only himself. The Reclaim Zone has taken more than enough lives, right before Proctor’s eyes, and now, survival is the greatest high Proctor can feel. It’s been a very long time since Proctor made any major moves, subsisting on odd jobs and petty pushing for decades. Seeing what semblance of a foundation he had ripped away from him taught him that worrying about others or trying to carry some sort of following is a pipe dream for him. [b]POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:[/b] Proctor has spent so much time wallowing with the denizens of the Reclaim zone that he never felt the need to dabble or pay attention to politics, at least not past knowing who swung around the most power, or which street gangs controlled the most territory. Due to his augments, he’s had a few run ins and discussions with some Neo-Transhumanists and HyperHuman monks, developing a bit of connection with them. After dealing with plenty of abuse and discrimination for his augmentations, it was a pleasant change of pace to speak with people that embraced his choices and encouraged him to continue strengthening himself. He was never one for the more spiritual side of movements, but the people are nice, so he’s decided he likes them for the time being. The obvious is not lost on Proctor, that the mega-corporations rule many aspects of life, the government is mostly corrupt with a few good souls trying to do good, but most of it flew under his radar. What matters to him the most is what happens on the street level, his level. The difference between people is negligible, everyone is equal to Proctor in that he doesn’t care much for anyone. The effort it takes to rally for a purpose, or to carry prejudice against others, or to try and uplift entire demographics, is all an effort in futility for Proctor. [b]SECRETS:[/b] Well, really, his identity is a secret in and of itself. He’s got a lot of enemies, and powerful ones at that, but Proctor hasn’t tried to make any moves for decades now. The heat has been off for a while now, but if his name were to appear in any big lights or signs, Proctor is sure he’d have a bullet in his skull in no time at all. [b]FEARS:[/b] (What keeps you up at night? What makes you freeze up in the moment? What do you avoid at all costs?) Number One at the top of that list is easily Death. The concept of it, the act of dying, all of it shakes Proctor to the bone. Life has caught up very quickly with Proctor, and all of a sudden, dealing with his very real mortality, despite all the measures he took to try and avoid it when he was young. Nothing much else scares Proctor much, other than the thought of the forgotten bounties on his head that are still floating around. As much as he likes to put on a tough guy front, he does often peer over his shoulders, wondering if one of his old rivals is going to send a shooter after him. Most things that pull some fear and anxiety from Proctor, like heights, often just have to do with his overwhelming fear of death. [b]REPUTATION:[/b] Proctor is a sort of ghost story in the streets of the Reclaim Zone at this point. He’s not a household name or anything like that, but there are still stories that float around about the the guy that tried to rival The Knights back in the day. Most people think he’s dead, and aging and further augments have made Proctor’s looks a far cry from what they used to be, helping conceal his continued presence in the Reclaim. The men which used to work with Proctor know the truth, though, and most still hold Proctor in high esteem, as their former leader, charismatic and kind, but never destined to be powerful. Those who need to work with or know Proctor respect him, but his name doesn’t really garner fear anymore, just simple interest. He was never in it for the fame, just the money, but he doesn’t have much of anything anymore. Even though not many people talk about him anymore, there are still a select few that want him dead, namely Jackson Rott, and men of his ilk. Some men still remember Proctor as the man who wanted the Reclaim Zone for himself, and would like to kill him just to tie up another loose end from the old days. [b]LIKES:[/b] Taking walks through bustling city streets. A bout of recreational drugs when he can spare the cash. The rush of making money. [b]DISLIKES:[/b] Losing money. The fog of SPECS. Contemplating his mortality. People who are rude to people who work in customer service. [b]QUIRKS:[/b] When sitting in chairs, Proctor will mindlessly rock back and forth in his seat. Not [i]hard[/i] but just slightly enough for someone to notice. No matter where he is or what he is doing, Proctor will sometimes stop, stand in one place, and just stretch everything out. His arms, legs, back, jaw, everything, just to try and loosen up and relax. [color=008000][h3][i]Background Information[/i][/h3][/color] [i]”I tried to never let this place define me, I just made the best of what I was given. I did what I wanted to, fucked and fucked over whoever I felt like, and the same got done to me, but I never let it stop my work, my hustle. I never really needed a ‘meaning’ or a ‘purpose’ past just surviving, because that’s enough by itself.”[/i] [color=008000][h3][i]Operative Information[/i][/h3][/color] [b]AUGMENTATIONS:[/b] (What sort of Cyberware are you equipped with?) [b]EQUIPMENT:[/b] (What are you carrying on the job?) [b]SKILLS:[/b] (Feel free to list a few and elaborate a bit.) [b]FLAWS:[/b] (Aim for three or so. Equal or greater to your number of skills.) [b]NOTES:[/b] [/hider]