[CHAR] Telecommunications

[DeadDrop]

"It's not the end of the world. But you can see it from here..."

Let me FLEX and fix this later.



"We're all trying to survive this, whatever surviving is anymore. I don't really know."

Detroit Police

Fields, Julia

Detective Julia Fields

"Color me for an espresso or somethin'."

Physical Description

Standing at about five foot eight, this woman has dark brown hair and blue eyes. She is usually adorned in jeans and a sweater of some sort. While it varies, her shoes don't as they stick to basic black combat boots. She has a jack port in the back of her neck and appears to be of average build.

Psyche

Bubbly, witty, humorous. Not always there but sometimes there, this cyber crimes detective usually talks way too much and is overly friendly. Always eager to prove herself, she throws herself at the forefront of investigations and inquiries. Usually the odd one out, or the loud one. This depends on the situation, but she always offers her take on things. Requested or not.

Motivation

The mayor specifically asked for a net runner from cybercrimes, most detectives didn't want to give up their post (as they might not get it back.) Fields took the spot, because staying in one spot isn't really her thing - plus it's the mayor! Who could say no - really, who could?

Besides, work is work and work needs to get done and then some~

Relations



Personal History

This millennial showed up to the force three years ago as a patrol officer, she recently made detective a year ago and started off in cyber crimes. She's estimated to be 21-22 years old, and she's from Detroit. Outside of that little information is known.

Equipment

Augmentation: Neural Link - a port in the back of her neck, common for net runners and those who consistently use the net. For those who want to be in it, and not stuck on some old world computer.

SovRun Future-Bound! - A soviet made deck, uncommon in the United States because it's outlawed by the 2002 All American Act which bans the neo-communist manufactured police and military equipment, this was later amended (2017) to include net running gear.

Tyrell, Nicholas

Lieutenant Nicholas Tyrell

"Let's get this finished people!"

Physical Description

A stick of a person, Nicholas stands at about five foot five. He is of a decent build but he's probably the smallest person at the station. He has a thick brown beard and a receding brown hair line, for thirty-five the man seems to be doing okay. He's adorned in a formal DPD uniform, reserved for parade.

Psyche

Serious, strict. He pulls no punches and spits no bullshit, he has a get the job done kind of attitude and doesn't diddle around. While his personality is reserved, he's rumored to open up to the personnel he's closer to. But, it's just a rumor.

Motivation

He was assigned by Commissioner Darcy and Mayor Gallant to lead and form the task force.

Relations



Personal History

Born in the South Side of Detroit, Tyrell always strived to get out of poverty. His family was stricken with debt, and the loan sharks on the South Side spare no mercy for nobody. Organs would be taken if his family couldn't make the deadline, when the DPD decided to take a crack at the gangs on the South Side Tyrell found himself an information which led to convictions and those debts owed were never collected on. While he never found himself in the company of those people again, he knew he had a target on his back.

When he was twenty he joined up with DPD and made his way through patrolman to a specialized division, homicide where he spent ten years on the job there. He spent a year as a patrolman before being promoted, on his eleventh year he made Lieutenant and was appointed as second in command of the Central Precinct.

Equipment

He isn't augmented and his personal inventory is unknown.

Anything else?

Michaels, Jack

Doctor Jack Michaels

"Please, have a seat."

Physical Description

A lenky six foot man in a turtleneck and a pair of cargo pants, this laid-back man is rather skinny. His skin is pale and he appears to have various augments on his arms and head, while subtle it's noticeable to those with a keen eye.

Psyche

Quiet, reserved and a man of few words. When he does speak it's to engage in an intelligent discussion or to respond when necessary. He is calculated, methodical and sometimes cold. Michaels does not open up, and stays professionally to the needle point.

Motivation

Assigned to the team to maintain and manage mental stress and prevent and subdue any signs of cyber psycosis.

Relations



Personal History

The resident shrink for the department, that's all most know.

Equipment

Augmentation: Medical Scanner - His left eye can read and analyze blood, stress and sweat levels. Amongst run other non-physical medical tests (determine body language, indicate injuries.)

Augmentation: [LEFT HAND] UniSurgeon Hand - His hand holds a variety of medical tools, for docterly use of course...

Augmentation: Neural Link - a port in the back of his neck, common for net runners and those who consistently use the net. For those who want to be in it, and not stuck on some old world computer.

He is augmented, his personal inventory is not known.

Anything else?

Presents an uneasy presence.

Moore,Franklin

Detective Franklin Moore

"Ey, yo what's up brother?"

Physical Description

Standing at a solid 6'7, Moore appears to be of a muscular build. He wears baggy clothing and is adorned in various gang attire and insignias, cyber tattoos and regulars ones as well. His hair is wild, his clothing is questionable and his gear is definitely not police issue.

Psyche

Violent, Paranoid, Loud would describe Moore. He dosen't trust too many people, maybe it's because he spent so much time investigating the games he became a gangster himself. He's still is useful and that's why DPD pulled him out, which kinda ruined their investigation but if they were going to hit all the gangs they might aswell get his help. Resentful of the pull out, Moore is bitter to his superiors.

Motivation

Pulled out of under cover work to advise the team on the gangs of Detroit.

Relations



Personal History

Where fiction begins and facts stops is unclear, on the news Moore has always been a small time crook. He just happens to be a cop, where he turned into a Detective or informant is unclear. But he's always been a big name, just not everyone knows he works for the police. A South Side gangster, the man has seen alot of blood and crime but it dosen't stop him from being a good cop.

Equipment

Monokatana (Argiashi) - A transparent katana, it's blade is lined with something that cuts through solid steel. Deadly.

9mm Petrolski 'Paris Persuasion' Special - A tiny holdout pistol holding four rounds, the model used in the 2014 Paris Presidential assassinations. Popular among assassins due to its infamy.

Anything else?

"You don't know what you're stepping into, detective."

[TwelveOf8]

Sloan, Derek

Derek Sloan

^{Damn good coffee!}

^{It's important to enjoy the little things.}


Physical Description
Standing at 6"1' you wouldn't be able to spot him in a crowd. Therein lies his advantage. With his ability to blend into the scenery with his rather unremarkable appearance, he is able to stalk his target with relative ease. His fit and wiry frame allows for both speed and agility when it comes to his general movement. Such an asset allows him to chase down any perp that tries to flee the scene. With very low body fat he looks dangerous both in the fighting arena and at the beach. Unremarkable in appearance yet remarkable in ability. His black trilby hat says "hey doll face" but his grey casual suit says "I'm here for business".


Psyche
Derek hasn't exactly lived a charmed existence. Rising through the ranks of the Detroit PD was not an easy feat to accomplish. Many a two bit drug pusher and cop killer have came close to pushing Derek over the edge more times than he can count. But it was always his love of the simple things that pulled him through the darkest of times. Such a resilience allowed him to tackle the most grizzly cases of assault, murder, and rape. Cases that made the blood run cold. Cases that have broken more than a few hard men. There was that one case though, that pushed Derek too far. He was only fourteen, his younger sister was only nine, there was so much blood. That incident in particular caused Derek to leave the force for psychiatric treatment. And it was during that treatment that he realised that his crusade against crime was more personal than he always believed. In the end it was his ability to produce levity within himself and the people around him that allowed him to recover. And it was in that spirit that he tackled all the obstacles in his life. A joke here, a compliment there, with a sympathetic ear thrown in for good measure. All of it made life so much easier, or so he believed.


Motivations
Derek always believed in the honour of the badge. To protect and serve the good citizens of Detroit, however few there seemed to be. Though ever since that incident with those children, his motivations have changed somewhat. Memories of that shootout down in the south precinct still haunt him to this day. The memory of those young and innocent victims in particular. Their cold, lifeless eyes, staring unblinking. A look of terror forever frozen on their faces. It was something he never wanted too see again. The moment his crusade became personal.


Relations
Trisha: On again off again lover, she was always up for a party. A former stripper turned nursing student, she harbours some major daddy issues. Whenever he isn't partying with Trisha, Derek spends his time alone. He has no other relations in Detroit. That's just the way he likes it.


Personal History
Growing up in Detroit was never easy. Even if one grew up in the relatively nice western precinct. Though Dereks upbringing wasn't remarkable in the least, he always felt thankful for all that he had. Throughout his childhood Derek was always warned about the dangers of the south side. Horror stories of random shootings and rampant muggings always kept ordinary, decent folk away. Sadly, some of his classmates in high school refused to heed such sage advice. Super Sid was the name and partying was their game. Sadly, more often than not, the game took a dark turn. There were more than a few funerals that were held in the final years of his secondary schooling. Funerals for some of his former classmates. And although such events were tragic, they affected Derek little for he hardly knew them. Instead, they filled him with a desire to be a hero. The type of hero he always read about in his novels. Being a bit of a cocky teen at the time, he believed himself to be ten foot tall and bullet proof. That nothing in the world could hurt him, for he was such a fit and well trained boxer at the time. And so he resolved to join the Detroit Police Department as soon as he graduated high school. He would soon come to realise though that reality hits way harder than any punch ever could.

As it turned out, his desire to be a hero was a very common one amongst the new recruits. It was always a tired old cliche as far as the older veteran cops were concerned. When it came to being a cop in Detroit, you either died a hero or lived long enough to become a villain. Falling to extreme cynicism though, wasn't Dereks style. Armed with a positive attitude and the gumption for hard work, he was able to pass the police academy with flying colours. And though his training period and testing were over, his true test had just begun.

They called him the wiz kid. Derek took to beat cop work like an Irish poet to a pint of Guinness. He always had a confident swagger and an open and calming demeanour. And though he received more than his fair share of abuse, he tried his darndest not to let it get to him. The advice of his late father always rang true during times of duress. That no matter how difficult things got, strategy, patience, and faith would always carry you through, for change always took time. His father always said that Detroit could be a much better city in which to live, if only its inhabitants had that same attitude towards discipline and towards life itself. Despite all the bad that his late father saw in his lifetime, he never lost faith in the goodness of mankind. Such a noble attitude towards life was instilled within Derek from a young age, and it showed. People naturally gravitated towards him because of this. It wasn't long until he was promoted from beat cop to detective, than later on, to homicide detective.

People naturally felt at ease around Derek, especially those who were recently victimised by terrible crimes. There was no doubt that he had a good bedside manner, so to speak. The fact remained thought that the crimes he was commissioned to investigate were becoming increasingly more complex and diabolical. Naturally, he was approached with an offer of free augmentations for his dedication and service. Derek, unlike many people, held no fear when it came to augs. In fact, he relished the opportunity to extend his abilities beyond their natural limitations. Anything that helped him with his work was always worth it, or so he believed.

Dereks augs transformed him into some kind of super detective. Being augmented was the closest thing to having superpowers it seemed. Never before had he felt so powerful. It was almost felt like he was a cocky kid again. It wasn't long until his enhanced abilities had him taking on cases in increasingly more dangerous areas of the city, such as the southern precinct. It was there that the incident happened. The incident that finally broke him. Those kids shouldn't have been there. If only they were in school. Maybe then it wouldn't have happened. But it was the south precinct, it probably would've happened eventually.

A special new division was forming within the Detroit PD. A position which he was strongly advised to take by his superiors. Being taken out of psychiatric care early was more than a little jarring, but he was requested especially. That was all the motivation he needed.


Augmentations
Cybernetic eyes: These augs have completely replaced Dereks natural eyes. Truly, these babies are some of the most advanced as well as the most expensive augs on the market. They look indistinguishable from regular eyes, except for the yellow irises. Their vision is far superior to the organic eye. They allow Derek to have slight telescopic vision as well as the ability to scan faces, fingerprints, registration plates etc. A detective who wields these augs has very few equals.

Neural data link: A cranial aug that allows Derek to access the police database with a mere thought. Any information he needs, he can summon into his field of vision. An invaluable aug for any detective worth his salt.

RES or Reflex Enhancement System: A series of tiny augs that form a network along the spine from the base of the brainstem down to the tailbone. These augs enhance the nervous system in order to greatly boost alertness, reflexes, and hand-eye co-ordination. This augmentation network allows Derek to be extremely accurate with his standard issue 9mm. They also aid in his close combat capabilities.

[vietmyke]

Reinhardt, Jack

Jack Reinhardt

Dead man walking

^{Incidentally, a great approximation for his voice}

Physical Description
Jack is a big man. Standing over most at 6'5", Jack is a bear of a man, built like a truck and hitting just about as hard. He has a serious and imposing demeanor, with a rigid posture and broad shoulders. Jack has rough facial features, age lines strongly imprinted on his face lack of youthful enthusiasm implies this man has seen some shit. His face is curtained off by a thick brown beard, and a white head of hair, while a large scar runs down the left side of his face. Presumably as a result of the wound that left his facial scar, his left eye is a cybernetic replacement. The most notable part of his body is his left arm, which has been replaced by a black cyberarm. His outfits are plain and subtle, t-shirts and tank tops with jeans and cargo pants, tucked into utilitarian boots, and covered by leather jackets.

Psyche
Incredibly blunt and to the point, but subtle, cool headed and streetwise. Cynical and jaded, Jack is generally cold and untrusting and is slow to warm up to others. Jack is as confident as he is ruthless, and in his younger years, he had gotten into trouble more than once for violent conduct and insubordination in the workplace. Though generally calm, Jack walks with a haggard look in his eye- seemingly waiting for someone to push his buttons the wrong way. While slow to boil, Jack has a bit of a temper, and gets fairly aggressive when properly riled up. His mere presence can be intimidating to those of weaker will and constitution, and even those with tougher constitution find themselves scared shitless when this man decides to start interrogating. Despite his gruff and prickly exterior, Jack holds a begrudging soft spot for children- despite the fact that his appearance typically scares them.

Motivations
A man with a deathwish, Jack seems content to do nothing more than sit at the local bar and drink himself to sleep every night. A functioning alcoholic and drug addict, Jack finds himself relying on healthy doses of painkillers to get him through his day to day. Though his pill habit is kept a secret from all but his closest companions, its still pretty easy to notice smell the burned tobacco and liquor around him at times- the miasma of a man slowly losing himself.

Its hard to predict when the cop will become the criminal, when whatever dirty laundry he's probably hiding will come out to play. Not that it really matters, no one doubts Jack will probably be dead before that happens- either at the end of a smarter crook's smoking gun, or his own.

Until then, Jack seems to do whatever job he's given with a sort of dogged determination, as though seeking some sort of absolution.

Relations
n/a

Personal History

Born and raised in Baltimore, Jack Reinhardt was born the oldest son to the Baltimore City police officer, and a doctor. His childhood was not one of major note, he went to public school, got relatively good grades, got into a few scraps, and made it to adulthood without dying. With only average marks in school, and not enough money to go to college, Jack opted instead for military service and at the age of 18 enlisted in the Army. He met the woman of his dreams shortly afterwards, moved to Detroit and got married at the age of 21. 4 years later, his daughter was born. The family lived a rather mundane life, with a small apartment in the city, but were happy.

Happiness seems to be a fleeting sensation these days, and it wouldn't last long. Jack's life in the military resulted in him staying away from home for months at a time. His wife eventually got involved in drugs- Super-Sid, as the street called it, a doped up version of your everyday acid. Missed calls, strained arguments, and heated shouting matches over the course of a few years, and Jack and his wife would eventually separate, his ex-wife taking their daughter with her. Burnt out, upset, and disillusioned, Jack left the military and moved back home to Detroit.

There weren't many legal careers for a man with no college degree, and little training outside shooting and fighting, but instead of turning to crime, Jack eventually began finding work as a police officer, his military training and aptitude quickly taking him from beat cop to detective in a short two years. Despite his unorthodox (read: violent) methods and occasional disciplinary hearing, Jack was did well in the DCPD, breaking doors and limbs, shooting down crims, and getting no small amount of shit for it. After a short stint as a detective, Jack was moved to Vice and found his best fit: Undercover work.

Jack's first and biggest undercover job was with the local Triads- who were breaking the status quo: being too rowdy, going and spreading their influence outside their 'agreed upon' boundaries with the police, starting fights with other mobs- often to the detriment of life and legal businesses. In short, they were causing more trouble than their payoffs to the police were worth. Luckily for the DCPD, they had a guy embedded inside the Triads already, and getting Jack into their fold quick. What happened next was a long game, ingratiating himself within the Triad ranks, while still giving inches to the DCPD- all without getting caught. Jack excelled at it.

While the records of the case are confidential, after 3 years the Triad's were forced out of their newly acquired territory and forced back into their usual stomping grounds. While the Triads didn't lose any particularly large amounts of funds- as their venture into this new territory was relatively small by their standards, it was still a kick to their shins. Jack was pulled out, given a new look, and sent back out into other various undercover assignments. Life went on for Jack Reinhardt for another few years. It was around this time his life truly started falling apart.

Jack and his ex-wife took another stab at trying to make their relationship work- for the sake of their daughter. They tried three times to be a happy couple again, and all three times ended up in screaming, broken glass, and lots of alcohol. Their interactions occasionally got violence, and eventually protective services came and collected their daughter from them. This did little to soothe the conflicts of the former couple.

What happened next is a lot of rumor and speculation, hushed up and hidden behind miles of red tape, black books, and disclosed records. However, the long and short of it is, on February 26th 2017, two body bags left the Reinhardt residence on ambulances late that night and Jack Reinhardt was placed on administrative leave while an investigation went underway. A funeral was held two weeks later for Amanda Allis-Reinhardt. Official cause of death was noted as death by plasma projectile, killed by a home invader who believed no one was home. Jack Reinhardt returned to duty a week later.

Jack continued working for Vice as an undercover agent for the next 2 years, took place in a variety of operations, stings, and hits. It was notable that his tendencies had started becoming a lot more wild and violent since the death of his wife, but with Vice, results were all that mattered. Jack would eventually be pulled from Vice to join the DCPD's newest unit.

Equipment
Augments

• Cyberarm - Sleek and aggressive, Jack obtained this augment sometime after his stint in the Triads. The arm itself is removable at the shoulder and has various functions built into it. Stronger than a human arm by far, the knuckles have built in shock pads for delivering debilitating shocks, and the fingers have a variety of handy tools built into them, including an auto-lockpick in the pinky and a torch-lighter in the pointer finger.
• Cybereye - Obtained after a scuffle with a particularly rowdy drug dealer armed with a knife, Jack's left eye is a no-nonsense, functional cybereye. It has a built in sighting display for weapons, a low light enhancement, and a digital recorder that stores stills and videos to a micro-storage card stored in a slot behind his left ear. It also tells time!

Weapons & Armor

• SubTech Micro T50 Plasma Pistol

  
  A miniaturized, subcompact version of the SubTech T50, this powerful energy pistol is the go to pistol for undercover cops and FBI agents alike. Small and easily concealed, this tiny frame sports a wide 12.7mm bore, and its powerful energy bolts can easily put down a man with a single shot. Due to its short barrel and large bore, the Micro T50's range leaves something to be desired, but does well enough for the confines of the cityscape. The Micro T50 is compatible with most handgun Electron-Magazines and a standard E-Mag can fire 10 high powered blasts. Jack's Micro T50 is black, with a rubberized grip and a smart-link sight.
• Armored Leather Jacket - A sturdy leather jacket with layers of kevlar woven in underneath it. The inside of the jacket has slots to slide in armor plates for added protection. Great for undercover work

[DeadDrop]

Nato, Zach

Zach Nato

"Standing while I still can."

Physical Description

A rough looking blond who stands at around six feet even, he has blue eyes and appears to be of average build. The charming young man is usually adorned in equipment provided by PubSec - when he isn't wearing his gear he's in casual clothes. Mostly sweat pants and a wife beater, his uniform - when he is in it. Usually is sloppy, while very rare to see it crisp and clean. Due to lax standards and personal neglect, his uniform has seen better days. Besides that, on occasion, Zach will grow out facial hair but as of recent he's staved off the need to.

Psyche

While to his colleagues he may appear to be joking, as Zach tends to make frequent jokes about the situation or in general to make light of a situation. When in the presence of those of higher authority, or in the presence of citizens, criminals, and others he'll be more serious, cynical and perhaps rude. Zach hates authority and resents his superiors, he feels more at home being a ground officer than sitting at a desk. Zach hasn't seen love and tends to distance himself from others who would try to court the young suave man, the only person Zach has become good friends with is Biff Hellcat.

Motivation

Assigned to the team due to his investigative prowess, recently under fire for alleged fraud.

Trying to become a better detective and to save his ass from jail, Zach hopes to come out on top of this investigation to impress his superiors and to exonerate himself.

Relations



Personal History

A middle class, average looking and a knack for pissing people off. That would be Zach Nato, born in the suburbs outside of Detroit in Dearborn the young man found himself in trouble with the law often as he would hang around with the wrong group of young men. He eventually found himself getting into deeper trouble when he started peddling drugs and joining up with a booster gang in his early teens, however after he was charged the judge entered him into a diversion program which Nato rode out until he was seventeen. It would be when he graduated high school when he applied to join U.S. Army as an infantrymen.

It was when he got out he picked up a job as a patrolman for the Detroit Police Department, corporate policing had become the norm since 9/11 and they were looking for able bodies. While his questionable past had come up in the initial interview, Zach was considered to be a low risk and due to his previous service that only seemed to amplify the statement made. He was hired on and spent four years walking the beat until he was promoted to Detective and took up residence in the Fraud Unit.

Up until recently, things had been fine until Zach was accused of ironically - fraud. Insurance fraud, Zach had been in enough cases to know how to pull it out. Yet, as all the information was coming out and IA was starting its investigation into Zach, he was pulled out - by the Mayor's office. For reasons unknown, he found himself working for the new investigation team. This would be the beginning of something terrible.

Equipment

Glock 22 Gen 3 - One of the few standard old world police pistols used by the DPD, chambered in 40 S&W.

[Cryfest]

Ayvee Jennings

Ayvee Jennings

"Wanna play a g̹͔͉̟̎͗ͨ͆͛̄a̳̠̼̅ͨṃ͛e̜̝̼̖̙͌͑̄̑?"

>Physical Description

Standing at a whopping 5'3 Ayvee Jennings, aged 26, cannot be called the most intimidating figure in the DPD. She keeps her black hair cut in line with her sharp jawline and keeps her bangs just covering her eyebrows. Her piercing grey eyes and red pigmented lips sharply accentuates her pale skin. Often she has glasses and when working puts in contacts.

>Psyche

Ayvee Jennings is not a kind person- on the contrary she seems to enjoy being cruel to those around her. Mind you she seems nice enough, even sultry to some. She has an arrogance about her and often comes off as condemning with a grandiose self-esteem. This has often gotten her in trouble with the people she works closely with. She has a hard time empathizing with people.

>Motivation

Ayvee enjoys the work and feels that no other job would truly suit her.

>Relations

She has a string of ex-lovers that seems to be constantly growing.

>Personal History

Ayvee Jennings never really fit in. She wasn't ugly and she was always in great physical shape but something kept her and other people in different places. That is not to say she didn't have any friends growing up, she pretended to be the same as the people around her in order to be 'popular' or 'liked'. though she didn't have any true need of their company. It was mostly for the benefit of her Grandmother who had been raising her since she was three. She has no recollection of her parents or how they died.

After high-school she joined the Military as nothing academic related interested her. She flourished, training as a military-grade cyber engineer. Her fourth year into her career she was deployed overseas as a field engineer. This was where she first witnessed battle and the death that followed. She was there for two years- in which she had taken many lives without pity. Her cold attitude at taking a life rose red flags and eventually she was returned home to Detroit.

She was kept on as an engineer in the safety of laboratory conditions for a year. She lost interest in the mundane work; craving the hostile environments she had faced overseas. She was discharged from the military and she applied for the DPD- knowing the crime rate was rising. Even as a beat cop she found a new niche: manipulating situations to benefit herself. She was offered a place as a homicide detective, where she truly flexed her ability to emulate a killers tendencies and correlated that skill with catching the murderer.

>Equipment

Suit

Partial Armored Suit: Built for her when she was over seas- it features thin armor plating for her arms, legs and neck- it leaves her torso open but she found that she needed to be able to move quickly on the field and the armor was often too big for her and resulted in her moving about clumsily.

>Anything else?

N/A

[StormyClouds]

Gretta Denari

^{Art by: Pheberoni.}

Gretta Denari

"Got any cigarettes, boyo?"

Physical Description

With bright blue eyes and ginger hair glued to her scalp ever since she was born, Gretta is not someone who gets easily forgotten. Wherever she goes, at least a pair of eyes is closely watching her. People rudely interrupting her daily activities so they could question her ascendancy is not unusual. On the contrary, it was so usual, Gretta would just hold her hand up and shake her head at the person, leaving them with their mouths agape and a inquiry stuck in their throats, while she walked away, cigarette in between her slim fingers and sick of people not minding their own business.

Being always considered a 'not as tall nor as short' gal, she finds herself satisfied with her 5' 9" height at her current age, 25. Forever being one to have a frame which is usually called petite, Gretta is very agile and quick on her feet. You could usually see the redhead wearing a black beater or a navy crop top, this when she is not wearing her signature cropped green jacket with yellow and red pockets and a dark hoodie attached to it. Normally combining the latter garment with her black tight pants, a blue zip-up fitting shirt and her pair of brown gloves that match her messenger bag. A tribal arm cuff tattoo can be found on the top of her right arm and her right ear has been pierced several times, having a collection of earrings there. Her hair could be described as rebellious, not being completely straight and curls never truly making an appearance. It is cut irregularly, one side longer than the other, this being the right one, mainly to hide her multiple perforations from her superiors. A cigarette or a toothpick are usually by her mouth.

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Psyche

Gretta has been described to be a sarcastic tigress. Never one to back down and specially not against people who think they know it all and deserve everything the light touches- They're not fucking Mufasa, for fuck's sake-. Entitlement pisses her off and injustice just makes her blood boil.

When in the company of friends, she likes joking around, poking fun at her pals and teasing. Her dark humor usually gets her in trouble always, much like her running mouth that can't be kept shut even in front of superiors. She speaks her mind and she will make sure everyone pays attention to every goddamn word she has to say. Gretta usually has a sense for self-preservation, knowing who and when to act a certain way but her temper occasionally gets in her way, as mentioned before. She oozes confidence with every stride she takes and enjoys having a foul mouth.

Many people would deem her as rude but, surprisingly enough, she is very empathetic and has a soft spot for children. She loves helping people and adores the idea of being the emotional support of anyone who needs it. Gretta doesn't like showing it but she truly has a soft side to her.

Motivation

Injustice has never been a word that actually left Gretta's mouth with a good taste whenever it left her full lips. The way those syllables rung throughout her ears and entire skull made her just cringe. She had seen injustice and it definitely wasn't pretty. She wanted to change that in whatever way she could which is why she had first joined the DPD; to fight against that injustice but, of course, she had been transferred thanks to her father's influences and now she was stuck dealing with the mayor himself. What a time to be alive.

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Relations
Octavio Denari - Father [Alive].
The Sicilian business man came to the States for business and business only. He hated the fact that he had to take his wife and daughter to Detroit but he couldn't possibly leave them there for the Mafia to deal with, right? Gretta knew the dirty things her father did and has never approved of such things. She knew how harmful it all was for the people in Palermo, one of the capital states in Sicily, and did her best efforts to aid whoever was collateral damage- either families who had just lost their prime income method, families who had just lost their houses or people who had been injured in any crossfire which they had found themselves in. Her father hated this attitude coming from his only daughter and how wasteful it was on his resources. Even though, he has demonstrated how much he loved his daughter and the longing to forever protect her, specially after her mother's passing. That had really struck a nerve in Octavio's persona and he had never been the same ever since.

Apollonia Denari - Mother [Deceased].
Her mother had always been a submissive person, something Gretta had always found distressing. She had always asked her mother to have more backbone and fight her father and his less than legal dealings but Apollonia would always just shake her head and deny such petitions. She would only say that Octavio's ways were indeed terrible but that that was her father's way of protecting them and creating a legacy that all three of them could take pride in and that she was grateful to him. Apollonia and Octavio were very close, their love forever present for everyone to see. Gretta would remember how she would often times feel jealous of how love struck they seemed and how she would wish for something like that but, obviously, in different circumstances. The red headed woman's mother passed away two months after they had moved to Detroit- a burglar who had been too nervous and stupid to actually pull off a normal robbery.

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Personal History

Gretta Denari. A proud Sicilian fiery passionate woman who had moved from her hometown, Palermo, to the magical place that Detroit was. Insert scoff here. Why would she move from beautiful Sicily?, one would ask, baffled. Gretta would reply, annoyed, that it had been her father's wishes. Having been underage when the time had come to travel, she couldn't possibly deny. Staying alone in Sicily was out of the question as well, considering her father's line of work, therefore intensive English and History classes ensued. Once in Detroit, their entire life had changed for good.

Her mother passed away two months after they had gotten to the country of "Freedom", as it was internationally known and mocked of. It had been a huge a shock for both her father and herself. Her father had turned colder and more strict. He had lost his better half, after all. The woman who made him want to be a better man had been taken from him by the grasp of a random idiot and he could do nothing about it but eternally mourn the beautiful woman's absence by his bed and table. He would forever miss how Apollonia warmed and acted as a light in his life. Gretta, of course, had cried non-stop, her support forever gone. A friend- if not her best friend- had been murdered. She sobbed, her wailing filling every corner in their now empty house. She had punched every surface available for her volatile teenage attitude to take advantage of. Her bloodied knuckles, broken vases and mirrors the only testimony of her suffering. Eventually, she became used to the idea of being motherless and swore she would forever make her mother proud, wherever she was.

Gretta had been the new foreign girl who spoke broken English to her classmates and teachers. She hated how bullies thought she was a stupid girl who was about to allow people to shit on her and other students surrounding her. Of course, being how she was, she defended not only herself, but other minorities and people who didn't have it in them to stand up for themselves. Soon getting into trouble for such behaviors- being involved in fights, earning some black eyes and providing a lot more -, she was known as someone not to fuck with. People looked at her with certain fear but eventually that came to change when the student body realized what a kind, noble young woman she was.

Fast forward a few years later and there she was, joining Detroit Police Department after a year an a half of travelling throughout America to join peaceful strikes, help communities in danger, attend to wounded and recollect funds for non-lucrative organizations who sought the welfare of others- all actions she deemed would had made her mother happy. She had been called by her father to stop her nonsensical travelling and spending. He wanted her to return home where he could keep an eye on her. Surrounded by nothing but vain shit which was usual of her father's lifestyle, she joined the DPD in search of giving her days some meaning.

Equipment

Augmentations
Dermal Armor:
After she had first joined the Detroit Police Department, Octavio, her father, had ordered her to get this augmentation; looking out for his only daughter was just a given that Gretta wouldn't fully appreciate at first.

Weapons
GLOCK 43.

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Morgan, Phillip

Detective Phillip “Phil” Morgan

“I’m a cop, my Dad was a cop, and his dad was a cop. What I’m saying, punk, is that you don’t want me to remember ya face, because, and this is the best case, you might get away scot free, you might even avoid me for the rest of ya life, but your great-great grandson might not be so lucky”

Physical Description
Phil is built a little bit like a tree stump, he stands at an average-slightly below average height and has a thick neck and limbs. His hair, below his hat, is a blackish grey and his eyes a muddy brown, his body is covered in bruises and scars, and (although his picture might say otherwise) usually has either a sandwich or a smoke in his hand. He leans and walks with a slight favoring of his right side, as his left arm was recently replaced with a cybernetic one, and he both doesn’t quite trust it and isn’t quite used to it yet.

Psyche
Serving and protecting is what Phil does, it’s what he knows, and it’s what’s in his blood. Though how much of it is to maintain the family honor, and how much of it is to do the right thing, that’s anybody’s guess. Phil is inherently wary of anybody with “augs”, even himself. He’s seen what can happen when a good person loses their mind. Phil doesn’t like using his gun anymore, he never really did, but now he only uses it as absolutly necessary. Deep down, Phil’s got a good heart; he likes the simple things in life, a long drag and a stiff drink with good friends after a hard days work, the feel of cracking a hard case, the sound of the bell that begins a fight, and his son’s laughter.

Motivation
Phil was on leave when he heard that a new Special Unit was being formed and wanted on it, a lot of it was that he just wanted to start working again, but, after what happened to his old partner, he wasn’t sure he could, or even wanted to, go back to his old precinct anyway, what he did know was that he needed a new start. Besides, this Unit’s precinct is closer to home and frankly, the sandwich place around the corner has better pricing than the last one.

Relations
Phil’s Son - Amier
Phil’s Wife - Anna
Various Other Cops, (Family Friends, Old Buddies, etc)
Various Others (Old friends from school, connections, etc)

Personal History
Phil is the Son of a cop, the son of a cop, the son of a soldier. He grew up in Detroit, not very far away from where he father was stationed, and only a few precincts over from where the unit is assigned. All his life he looked up to his dad, and wanted to become just like him, but when the Police became privatized, Phil’s dad was let go. His pension covered the family for awhile before Phil could join the force, but not working changed Phil’s dad, he became drunker more often, colder, one night, worse than normal, Phil’s dad came at Phil with his belt, and Phil took it. But then the monster headed for Phil’s Mom.
That’s when it began for Phil; beaten, bruised, and bloody Phil, a teenager at the time, stood between his parents, set his jaw, and looked into his father’s blurry, cold eyes, and said “No.”, enraging his father and causing Phil to take the belt again and again, until eventually Phil’s Dad fell down drunk. Phil’s dad never got that bad again, and a few years later he died. But it was at that moment that Phil really knew what he was going to do with his life, he was going to Serve and Protect.
Years passed, Phil rose through the ranks, he was a good cop, becoming a detective and eventually getting his own partner and marrying her sister. The family as a whole became very close, and Detroit even seemed to be eeking out it’s own version of peace, all was good. Then suddenly, it wasn’t.
The riots, the rapes, the murders, they all seemed to be coming in too fast to deal with. But Phil’s partner never wavered, and the “aug” in her brain seemed to be able to deal with the stress, almost better than the ones in her arms and legs, that helped Phil, it helped a lot. Then, one day, She snapped. While running down a particularly disgusting perp, something. Just snapped in Phil’s Partner’s brain, she drew her gun and began shooting into a crowd, At first it was just shots in the air, causing the crowd to turn riotous and make their lives harder, but then it was directed at the perp, and it suddenly didn’t matter who was in her way as long as she caught this guy. So she lined up her semi-auto, and Phil, making a split second decision, took his shot. It was enough to slow her down and get her attention, but not enough to stop her, no, that didn’t happen until after Phil had left his arm, and emptied six more bullets.
After that Phil was given some “Administrative Leave”, for which he was grateful, but after what felt like a long time of dishes, spending time with his family, and enjoying life. He’s ready to get back to work. Phil doesn’t know if he’ll ever be the same, physically or mentally, but he know’s that It’s time. So he asked his Captain to recommend him for this Unit, and the rest, is history.

Equipment
Grandad’s Stun Baton, not technically standard issue anymore, but Phil likes the way it feels in his hand, and trusts it more than his pistol right now.
Standard issue pistol (seen in pic)
Cybernetic Left Arm: Capable of dealing some serious melee damage, more or less indestructible, also capable of delivering an electric charge.
Body Armor - Resistant to Kinetic and Non-Kinetic (Laser’s, etc) damage (seen in pic)
Hat - Stylish