[hider=Dai] [img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/marketplace/printed_product_covers/000/019/652/art_print_big/file.jpg?1567970258[/img] [b]Name[/b] Li Dàiyù (Goes by Dai to make it easier on people) [b]Nationality[/b] Cantonese by birth, Nationalized Japanese [b]Age[/b] 38 [b]Sexuality[/b] [b]Birth[/b] February 15, 1993 Kowloon, British Hong Kong [b]Appearance[/b] Dàiyù prides herself on her looks when not in the field, taking great care to look presentable at all times. Her hair is kept in place by ornamental combs and pins to keep it from hiding her face, wearing designer dresses and sunglasses that cost more than some people's cars. Her sleeves are almost always short and her legs are often exposed to show off the intricate bioluminescent tattoos running across her body. For special occasions where some quaint show of deference to her host country is needed she'll switch to the collection of elegant silk kimonos she has in her closet. She makes no effort to disguise her robotic arm, happy to recount the story of how a stubborn horse fell on it's side with her under it. Her guise as the Fox is equally striking albeit a little dramatic. The lights on her mask can be switched on and off so that she can make dramatic entrances and her [url=https://imgur.com/a/R44npxm]armor[/url] just as flamboyant as it is practical. The overcomplicated look suits her flair for dramatic in a way that her other careers simply can't. While Dai's bionic arm and glowing tattoos are well known deviations from the norm they aren't her only body modifications. Her right pinky is a cybernetic replica of her old one and her back is [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/546802855076429824/640663186667733096/image0.jpg]decorated[/url] with traditional irezumi. For purposes of confidentiality these are kept hidden from the world. [b]Height[/b] 5'8" [b]Personality[/b] Dai wears many masks, some figurative and some literal. In public she's a model immigrant who assimilated into society and became a success story, appearing at charity galas and high profile events throw by her friends in the upper echelon of society. She loves her adopted country dearly and has dedicated her life to defending it, donating millions of yen, four years of her life in the JSDF and now time in the NSF. Kind to her friends and diplomatic with her enemies Daiyu is hardworking and dependable. To her Yakuza associates she's a solid earner and professional fixer who speaks plainly and does as ordered with cold efficiency. Taking part in a number of the Yamaguchi-gumi's illicit activities Dai can be relied on to fix problems with bribery, blackmail or bullets as the situation dictates. Certain certain superiors can call upon her services as the Fox when something needs to be handled. Calculating and ruthless in the extreme Dàiyù is considered useful to the organization as a whole thanks to the money she brings in and the work she performs. The truth lies somewhere between the two identities she's concocted for herself. "Little" Li as her parents call her in their infrequent conversations is more or less glad to be in Japan but not particularly hawkish about it and while she's certainly willing to do bad things she isn't devoid of compassion. Dai is driven by not by patriotism or obligation to a group but by a constant need for excitement. Mingling with the ultra wealthy, climbing into penthouses or slinking through NeoTokyo's underbelly in search of a target and shooting bad guys as part of a secret elite task force all get her heart racing in that way that makes life worth living. Dàiyù lives a triple life because if she didn't she'd be bored. No grand vendetta or anything dramatic, just a need to feel her heart pumping. Which it does irregularly thanks to the amount of drugs she's on. Amphetamines to keep her awake for days on end, benzodiazepines to finally put her to sleep, prescription painkillers to fight off the constant aches she suffers from her nighttime activities, Li is the definition of a functional addict. A lifetime of 70 hour workweeks and nights spent prowling around in search of easy marks has given her a lopsided skillset. She can climb buildings and negotiate high powered financial deals but can't cook anything more complicated than boiled eggs and is much more at home with a rifle in her hand than a paintbrush. Her basic life skills have lapsed to the point that if she didn't set reminders she would forget to eat. None of this makes it to the outside world. The juggling of three disparate and often contradictory careers requires her to be in total control of what she presents to the world at any given time and there's no advantage in letting any of her coworkers see her as anything less than unbreakable. A con artist and thief before she was a hired blade Daiyu puts a premium on politeness, never forgetting a name, face or son's birthday. She has a Rolodex of minor underworld figures local and otherwise, businessmen, celebrities, all manner of people's she worked for, with and against. You never know when that cop who you slide a few thousand yen for a deposit on a home to can be convinced to report a suspect as having escaped, or when you can get an invite to a very exclusive fundraising party from a certain high rolling up and coming politician who really doesn't want some of his indiscretions coming to light. Daiyu excels at these sort of games, enjoying the give and take atmosphere of the web of lies and owed favors that connected high society with the low. One of the only topics that gets her genuinely animated is art. She can talk for hours about the Renaissance masters or the sculptures of ancient Greece and the pop art movement of the mid 1950s or really any major era of artwork. She fancies herself a bit of collector, having a few minor pieces on display as well as quite a bit more that were never officially sold, or even sold at all. [b]Role[/b] Sniper/Designated Marksman [b]Equipment[/b] [hider=Augments] [url=https://imgur.com/a/UuPR3kO]Bionic Arm:[/url] A replacement for the flesh and blood limb that she lost. It's main advantages are that it's much more durable, feels no fatigue and has an empty space inside of it where Dai can store small objects. [b]WallCrawl Fingertips:[/b] Popular with freeclimbers who have too much money, both sets of fingers have had small plates inserted under the skin that can generate a powerful electroadhesive field. The field is powered by the body's natural electricity and can penetrate thick gloves, perfect for someone who doesn't like leaving finger prints. [b]Reflex Enhancements:[/b] Exactly what they sound like. Thanks to a series of implants connected to her spine and skull Dai can process information faster than an unaugmented person. Useful for knowing when to duck. [/hider] [hider=NSF Gear] [hider=Weapons] [url=https://imgur.com/YA7TU96]M40 EMR:[/url] Simple, no frills semi-automatic action that gets the job done. Dàiyù's weapon from her JSDF days and the one assigned to her by the NSF. An update of a design nearly 70 years old the M40 can still put rounds on a target 1,000 yards out all day no problem. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9f/25/c1/9f25c191d9a8ed5bf6a7df8c004dc5af.jpg]CheyTac Arbitration:[/url] High powered, high priced anti-material rifle that Dai paid for out of pocket and uses whenever she has a slightly reasonable excuse. Equipped with a laser rangefinder, advanced ballistics computer and meteorological sensors the Arbitration also has changeable barrels for switching between .50 BMG and the slightly less ridiculous .408 Cheyenne Tactical round. Not usually reasonable for law enforcement but when you're fighting highly trained and heavily armed terrorists anything goes. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/85/29/c285293d0bfeb9a60e8fdc7dbf10fad7.jpg]Halifax 7:[/url]Customizable and solid, there's little Dai can really say about it. It shoots fine and has real flaws so it's good enough as a backup. [/hider] [hider=Armor] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/546802855076429824/781557420308561950/image0.jpg]NSF Recon Armor:[/url]Standard issue recon gear, light enough to move in and strong enough to keep its wearer alive. Probably. [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Moonlighting Equipment] [hider=Bag of Tricks] [url=https://i.redd.it/sygztfe1t0r41.jpg]Lockbreakers:[/url] For mechanical and electronic. [url=https://imgur.com/a/bCERGlq]Handheld Plasma Cutter:[/url] For when the lockbreakers aren't good enough. [url=https://static.turbosquid.com/Preview/2020/08/07__16_09_32/untitled.pngDA4D2F9D-2F25-45ED-A061-3A602F4A4EB9Large.jpg]"Work" Laptop:[/url] Kept away from her other devices in a case that acts as a Faraday cage, full of all sorts of sensitive information. Yakuza accounts, blackmail on various figures of note, Dai's journal, all stuff she doesn't want getting out. The whole device can be remotely bricked via a chip concealed in her boot. [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1891/3231/products/apitii3b5__07471.1576541412_540x.jpg?v=1593613114]Pocket Chainsaw[/url] Usually wrapped around her metal wrist until needed. [url=https://imgur.com/ebY4ULP]Scanner:[/url]Vital for someone who does a lot of breaking and entering, this little device can pick up radiofrequency waves of all kinds. Comes with built in black light and camera. [b]Razor Blades:[/b] Kept in the lining of her jacket. [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Weapons] [url=https://imgur.com/a/DOHlzag]Foxclaw:[/url] An old carbine some two bit thug stuck a bunch of crap on. Dai picked it up when clearing out the man's apartment and now keeps it around for use on jobs. [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/016/970/862/large/wesley-johnson-cyberpunk-smart-pistol-sketch.jpg?1554164540]X-1 Smart Pistol:[/url] A rather expensive investment but worth it for the high tech suppressor and ammo counter built into the thing. [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1785/2745/products/han_jian_11_a8db280e-5231-448e-a2da-49b6b0e44fd9_1024x1024.jpg?v=1554021522]"Dongbin" Pattern Jian:[/url] An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. This ancient designed has been updated for the modern age with a carbon steel vibroblade capable of dealing with modern armors. Eccentric yes, but no less dangerous. [/hider] [b]Previous Careers[/b] -JDSF 1st Division -Founder, President and CEO of NeoTokyo Brokerage (Technically still in charge but does little of the day to day management) -Member of the Yamaguchi-gumi crime syndicate (Still very active in this role. still very secretive about it) [b]Biography[/b] Dàiyù was born in Kowloon City to Wei and Chen Li, a new addition to a household that was barely making ends meet as it was. Her father Wei was a night security guard and her mother Li worked as a janitor for the cramped tenement they lived in. Two minimum wages jobs had hardly been enough to feed them and Wei's aging father, the introduction of another people was nearly catastrophic. Dàiyù earliest years were spent listening to her parents argue about money while Grandpa Min held her. By the time she was five the situation had gotten so dire that the family emigrated to Japan, settling into the Adachi district of Tokyo. The daughter managed to pick up Japanese pretty quickly but had a heavy accent for much of her childhood, marking her as a foreigner. She got into fights often, throwing punches at any kid who mocked her accent or place of birth no matter how much bigger or older they where. After the third black eye before her seventh birthday her Grandfather made her an offer: if she kept her grades up he'd teach her the arts of Taijin sword-fighting and Wing Chun kung fu. Dàiyù of course agreed but found that she had actually enrolled herself in an extended lesson on remaining calm. Any time she lost control or put more focus on brute force than technique the lessons would stop and she'd be sent to her room to read in silence. As her skill increased so did her patience, Daiyu internalizing the importance of staying level-headed in any situation. She also began to branch out, making more friends at school and taking an interest in other martial arts, especially western boxing and jiu-jitsu. Whenever she was in class she was paying closer attention to other students than the lesson, picking up on any important gossip she could. It was sheer luck that the Li family wan't reduced to ash by the nuclear fire that consumed half of Tokyo. They had returned back to Hong Kong to visit with family for Daiyu's twelfth birthday the day before the bomb was dropped, crowded around a tiny TV set in an aunt's living room as the reports came in. Their home was one of the many that were completely destroyed. It took months for them to be allowed back in, Daiyu staring wide eyed at ruin. The slums that bordered the bombed out districts were the perfect place to go exploring, Dàiyù picking through abandoned homes for valuables and putting on impromptu demonstrations of her skills for the others kids that were hanging around. Her standing challenge to any kid that wanted to test themselves against what she had learned was taken up by the leader of a small group of street toughs who sent his biggest friend to knock her down a peg. It cost her a few nasty cuts but Daiyu prevailed and was brought in as one of the "boys", so to speak. She quickly got used to it, learning to pick pockets and serving as a lookout while her gang raided unattended cars and slipped through open windows. One of her favorite jobs was when she got to play the lost little girl or the desperate hitchhiker, getting people to open their hearts and their wallets with a few tears. As they got older the gang moved into smuggling cigarettes and bootleg electronics, even occasionally dealing in narcotics. For a bunch of sixteen year olds the money was great, but they were also way in over their heads. The gang was found out by a local underboss of the Yamaguchi-gumi crime syndicate and told to join up or die. Understandably they decided to join up. Dàiyù talent for creeping around the slums translated into a natural affinity for cat burglary,climbing up to second and third story fire escapes and slipping in in search of jewelry or loose cash. One of her gangs duties was to work at a mechanic's garage that served as a money laundering front, mostly there to look busy and keep people from asking too many questions. Daiyu would hang around the back when she could, listening with interest as smugglers and enforcers talked about business. Every time she turned up she was shooed away until the man running the store, Aito, took an interest in her. The young Chinese immigrant was taken under his wing, Aito showing her how to handle money and deal in the world of legitimate business. From the office overlooking the garage Dàiyù began to work longer and more profitable cons, squeezing desperate people with exorbitant loans and defrauding clueless tourists with bogus theft insurance. All the while she was continuing to steal, gradually becoming more respected in the eyes of the Yakuza. She had yet to be inducted in properly but she was appreciated for the steady income she brought in from her cons and heists, as well as her kowtowing to local customs. And that would have been enough for her to stay in a stable position as a tolerated and maybe even accepted outsider if everything had gone right. But it was not to be. As her heists got more elaborate and her reputation grew more people wanted in on the action, her already small cut being encroached on by the sons of proper members of the family. She was forced to scramble and try and cope with untrained and unskilled brutes on jobs that required a light touch. Predictably one of them screwed up. A routine burglary of a high end apartment went wrong and her partner was killed and her left arm shattered into uselessness when their get-away vehicle was hit by a van. She was carried out of the wreck and sent to a private doctor who had experience with patients who needed extra discretion. As soon as she woke up Dàiyù was on trial. The money invested in planning had all gone to waste and the son of a mid level Yakuza soldier was dead on her watch. She had been allowed to stick around as long as she had been making money but their patience had run out. Dàiyù was surrounded by eight hard faced men who were ready to kill her and dump her corpse into the harbor without a second thought, with no way out. So she did the only thing she could. She began to talk. The botched heist had been the exception, not the rule. For years now she had been a faithful source of income, regular payments from her various scams supplemented by healthy bonuses from heists. Surely it would be a waste to throw that all away. Why not let her live so she could keep working for them? She be giving them a much larger cut of course, as penance. It was a long shot and she knew it, but luckily they agreed. She was under the thumb of the Yakuza now. They would be taking most of any money she made, as well as something else. Daiyu managed to convince herself to be grateful that their was disinfectant on hand when they made her amputate her own remaining pinky finger. She was twenty one years old and needed to start earning money. She managed to plead with Aito for a loan and opened up a brokerage firm, learning the ins and outs of the stock market as she went. With a competent team of investors hired the firm was turning a decent profit by itself, but more than that it was an opportunity. It provided a way for her to launder the money coming in from the odd jobs and crimes of opportunity she was doing, and she could charge a fee to keep other people's money safe as well. The dirty money she brought in allowed her to hire more experts and move to a nicer building in recently built Neo-Tokyo, attracting more clients with more clean cash so she could wash more dirty money and use those fees to attract more... It was a tenuous potion sustained by spending dangerous men's money on risky gambles to keep the Yakuza off her back while hoping the whole cyclical system didn't collapse like a house of cards. It was stressful, nerve-wracking, infuriating to see millions of yen that should have been hers go into someone else's pockets. And she loved every moment of it. There was a thrill to having to keep up a presentable exterior for the outside world while fielding inquiries and demands from the scum of society, a certain knack needed to keeping the whole ship from sinking. By the time she was 24 she had managed to get it to a point where it could stand on its own. More than that, she was part of high society. Wealthy celebrities and industry leaders had shown up to her for help managing their portfolios on the recommendation of their bookies and dealers and the properties of their favorite brothels. Using her talent for saying just what people wanted to hear Daiyu got herself invited to dinners and parties and private screenings where she was introduced to more socialites and members of high society in need of a very polite, very intelligent and very discrete investment expert who was also willing to help make your financial records look a bit cleaner. It was another circle and soon NeoTokyo Brokerage and its charismatic young founder were front page of magazines and websites throughout Japan and the world. At the age of 26 Dàiyù entrusted her company to "an old friend" (really another Yakuza associate) and signed up with the JSDF, ostensibly out of a sense of patriotic duty. In actuality she had just gotten bored of the businesswoman gimmick and wanted to try something else. The actual day to day of soldiering was hard to stomach but was worth it just for the weapons training, the chance to play around with long range rifles and hand grenades very exciting for someone as adrenaline driven as her. She spent two years in the 1st Division and then three in the elite Special Forces Group as a sniper before returning to her old position as a financial magnate, enlisted in the reserves but mostly free to go about her business. No matter how much money she handled, no matter how many rich snobs she was invited to play golf with, Dàiyù had never been brought into the Yamaguchi. There were plenty of people with deep pockets and extensive Rolodexes, Dai was not special. But when she veered back into more expressly illegal ventures she became to get the higher ups attention. Using the training she had picked up in the military and her penchant for climbing tall buildings Dai began to work as a fixer, stealing information and assassinating people who had made enemies of NeoTokyo's underworld for whatever reason. Under her guise as the Fox she made a name for herself as a dependable agent and was finally brought into the ranks by 33. It was this acceptance into the fold that caused her to get her tattoos, turning her back into a canvas honoring her organization. It came as a surprise when the NSF contacted her but not an unwelcome one. Black ops operations on domestic soil, fighting elite terrorists looking to overthrow the government in off the books missions? It was the exact sort of job that Dai found exciting and she accepted it without a moments hesitation. The fact that letting her bosses know about the mere existence of the NSF would be a boon to her career was just a bonus. [b]Affiliations[/b] -Japanese Self-Defense Forces (Formerly) - NeoTokyo Brokerage (Her company) - National Security Force (Her current employers) - Yamaguchi-gumi (Her other current employers) Relationships [Optional] TBD Character Theme [Optional] TBD [/hider]