Crimson Flame@DeadDrop
Wow, this took forever. Hope you donβt mind me changing up the format a bit. My computerβs dead so I had to type all of this out on my phone. :^)
Also, I was having a bit of trouble coming up with a suitable secret. Just give me a shout if thereβs anything in my CS I should change.
Wow, this took forever. Hope you donβt mind me changing up the format a bit. My computerβs dead so I had to type all of this out on my phone. :^)
Also, I was having a bit of trouble coming up with a suitable secret. Just give me a shout if thereβs anything in my CS I should change.
J A V I E R C Z E R N Y
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Javier Czerny grew up one of the countless orphans in the sprawling megacity of Los Angeles. He knows nothing of his parents, not even their faces, though heβs never felt the need to uncover their whereabouts. After all, theyβve never once shown any interest in him, so why should he care about them?
Much of his early years were spent in a tiny, government-funded orphanage tucked away in a forgotten corner of K-Town. He learned quickly that the best way to survive was to make himself useful, prove that he wasnβt just another liability. But even back then, Javier knew the importance of working smart, not hard.
Most of what they did at the orphanage was menial, assembly-line work, putting together circuit boards and the like. Childrenβs hands were smaller, more delicate, and thus, better suited for the task. Javier, however, was always more of a people-person. With an unusual knack for persuasionβthough some would call it manipulationβhe would talk the other kids into covering for him when he fell short of his quotas, or when he stole away in the middle of the night to see the city.
It wasnβt difficult to see why so many of his peers put up with Javier and his indiscretions. He had a way with words, and a warm, faultless smile that seemed to promise that as long as you did everything he said, it would all be fine.
As soon as he was able, Javier left the orphanage, eventually falling in with a gang based in K-Town, known simply as the Munshin (λ¬Έμ ). They were known as a group of thieves and racketeers, with a fearsome reputation of cutting the ears off of rival gang members. Javier himself started out as a simple courier, charged with ferrying black market goods from one end of the city to another.
His knowledge of the city served him well, and Javier proved to be a capable negotiator as time went by. He knew exactly what to say in order to get under someoneβs skin, convincing them that what he wanted was what they really want, too. When words failed, however, Javier wasnβt afraid of getting his hands dirty either.
He was eager to make a name for himself, crawl from the squalid underbelly of LA to a colony off-world; though he knew as well as anyone that it was nothing but a pipe dream. Thanks to the Wallace Corporationβs monopoly over the Replicant and farming industries, the price of a ticket had skyrocketed, with only the fabulously wealthy being able to afford them.
Nevertheless, Javier had never been one for self-pity. He did his best with what he was given, and rose through the ranks to become a trusted lieutenant in the Munshin. His work largely consisted of handling the gangβs logistics and day-to-day operations. When he spoke, people listened, and that made him the perfect man for the job. Still, things were bound to come to a head, though it was unfortunate that it would happen sooner rather than later.
Javier heard about an impending sting operation by the authorities through his network of contacts, and began to worry about his future in the gang. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Munshin crumbled, he turned himself in to the LAPD as an informant. His insider knowledge about the gang proved a valuable resource to the police, and the Munshin were promptly dealt with.
In exchange for his cooperation, Javierβs sentence was greatly reduced, and he ended up serving only a year out of the proposed eight. After his release, he would continue working with the LAPD, providing further insight into other gangs he had come into contact with over the years.
Thanks to his knowledge of the city, and proficiency in multiple languages, they saw fit to keep him on permanent retainer. Eventually, his criminal record would be expunged entirelyβat least to low-level personnelβand he would become a full-fledged officer of the LAPD.
It wasnβt until two years back, however, that he finally assumed the mantle of Blade Runner. While Javier doesnβt exactly relish the idea of hunting down rogue Replicants, a jobβs a job, not to mention how it paid better than anything he could ever hope to find on his own. Of course, even after everything, his higher-ups never let him forget what he owed them.
Remember, Czerny. Weβve given you what you have, and we can take it all away just as easily.
Much of his early years were spent in a tiny, government-funded orphanage tucked away in a forgotten corner of K-Town. He learned quickly that the best way to survive was to make himself useful, prove that he wasnβt just another liability. But even back then, Javier knew the importance of working smart, not hard.
Most of what they did at the orphanage was menial, assembly-line work, putting together circuit boards and the like. Childrenβs hands were smaller, more delicate, and thus, better suited for the task. Javier, however, was always more of a people-person. With an unusual knack for persuasionβthough some would call it manipulationβhe would talk the other kids into covering for him when he fell short of his quotas, or when he stole away in the middle of the night to see the city.
It wasnβt difficult to see why so many of his peers put up with Javier and his indiscretions. He had a way with words, and a warm, faultless smile that seemed to promise that as long as you did everything he said, it would all be fine.
As soon as he was able, Javier left the orphanage, eventually falling in with a gang based in K-Town, known simply as the Munshin (λ¬Έμ ). They were known as a group of thieves and racketeers, with a fearsome reputation of cutting the ears off of rival gang members. Javier himself started out as a simple courier, charged with ferrying black market goods from one end of the city to another.
His knowledge of the city served him well, and Javier proved to be a capable negotiator as time went by. He knew exactly what to say in order to get under someoneβs skin, convincing them that what he wanted was what they really want, too. When words failed, however, Javier wasnβt afraid of getting his hands dirty either.
He was eager to make a name for himself, crawl from the squalid underbelly of LA to a colony off-world; though he knew as well as anyone that it was nothing but a pipe dream. Thanks to the Wallace Corporationβs monopoly over the Replicant and farming industries, the price of a ticket had skyrocketed, with only the fabulously wealthy being able to afford them.
Nevertheless, Javier had never been one for self-pity. He did his best with what he was given, and rose through the ranks to become a trusted lieutenant in the Munshin. His work largely consisted of handling the gangβs logistics and day-to-day operations. When he spoke, people listened, and that made him the perfect man for the job. Still, things were bound to come to a head, though it was unfortunate that it would happen sooner rather than later.
Javier heard about an impending sting operation by the authorities through his network of contacts, and began to worry about his future in the gang. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Munshin crumbled, he turned himself in to the LAPD as an informant. His insider knowledge about the gang proved a valuable resource to the police, and the Munshin were promptly dealt with.
In exchange for his cooperation, Javierβs sentence was greatly reduced, and he ended up serving only a year out of the proposed eight. After his release, he would continue working with the LAPD, providing further insight into other gangs he had come into contact with over the years.
Thanks to his knowledge of the city, and proficiency in multiple languages, they saw fit to keep him on permanent retainer. Eventually, his criminal record would be expunged entirelyβat least to low-level personnelβand he would become a full-fledged officer of the LAPD.
It wasnβt until two years back, however, that he finally assumed the mantle of Blade Runner. While Javier doesnβt exactly relish the idea of hunting down rogue Replicants, a jobβs a job, not to mention how it paid better than anything he could ever hope to find on his own. Of course, even after everything, his higher-ups never let him forget what he owed them.
Remember, Czerny. Weβve given you what you have, and we can take it all away just as easily.
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Everyone has heard rumors of corruption in the LAPD, an insidious poison slowly seeping its way through the precinct. Javier Czerny is one of those crooked cops; as long as heβs sufficiently compensated, heβs more than happy to look the other way. Once, he allowed a Replicant to escape retirement in exchange for a cache of money they had stashed away.
As of yet, no one knows of Javierβs deceit, not even his superiors. Heβs very good at covering his tracks, though he always makes sure to keep his ear to the ground, just in case.
As of yet, no one knows of Javierβs deceit, not even his superiors. Heβs very good at covering his tracks, though he always makes sure to keep his ear to the ground, just in case.
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- ππΌπΎπΊπ΄π - He smokes to keep his hands and mind occupied. Too long without a cigarette and he starts jonesing.
- πΌπ΄ππ²π΄π½π°ππ - To Javier, thereβs no one more important than himself, though he sees his self-serving nature as inevitable, given the world they live inβif he doesnβt look after himself, who will?
- π·π΄π³πΎπ½πΈπππΈπ² - Whenever heβs off the clock, Javier seeks distraction. It doesnβt matter if itβs a drink at a roadside izakaya, or a chance meeting with an attractive stranger; he isnβt picky with his vices.
- π²πΎπ»πΎππ±π»πΈπ½π³ - Javier is red-green colorblind.
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- πΌππ»ππΈπ»πΈπ½πΆππ°π» - Exactly what it says on the tin. Apart from English, heβs also fluent in Mandarin, Korean, and LAβs very own patchwork Cityspeak.
- ππΈπ»π π΄π ππΎπ½πΆππ΄ - Javier is an expert at finding out what makes a person tick, and is used to putting on a variety of faces to achieve the means to an end.
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- Fortitude: 2
- Willpower: 4
- Passion: 7
- Perception: 6
- Violence: 4
- Humanity: 2
