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Summoners of Babel

“It’s an honor to meet you, Samuel.” Right after that, Nimueh meowed rather loudly and nibbled on Alex’s ear for a moment. “Oh hey, cut that off!” It didn’t hurt, it was just annoying. A reminder that she wasn’t introduced yet. “Oh yeah, this is my spirit. Nimueh.” After being introduced, the feline spirit jumped down. Sniffing further. Trying to trace the interesting smell. In the meantime Alex kept talking to Samuel: “It would be my pleasure to be introduced to more people. Strength often comes in numbers.” Alex smiled. Then he heard a loud gust blasting through the tower’s lowest level. He immediately turned around, seeing a sword fly through the air “Nimueh!” He yelled, fusing with her already. But it was all going too slow. His powers didn’t come soon enough. The blade was going to hit somebody! He couldn’t stop it!

Luckily it didn’t. The blade, spinning its way through the hallway nearly hit someone who just entered. Alex released Nimueh once more and she shifted back into her beast form. Normally, such an unrequired fusion would annoy her. But the spirit, despite not being able or willing to speak human language, was keenly attuned to Alex’s thoughts. Upon fusing, she knew he wanted to use telekinesis to hold the blade up. So she didn’t really care that she fused. She just returned to sniffing the air around Alex. Who looked from where the blast of air came and noticed a girl who he previously saw with the blade. “I’m going to go check up on her. See if she’s okay.” He told Samuel, hoping he wouldn’t come over rude.

Nimueh, in the meantime, found the source of the odd smell. A small dove. She looked at it, tilting her head, confused at how such a small thing could smell and feel so weird. With its paw, it taunted the little thing. Keeping it just out of range from him. Seemingly wanting to tab on the little bird. She opened her mouth several times, seemingly to check if she could swallow the small thing in one gulp. She couldn’t, nor did she try. Only when she noticed her companion was moving out did she leave the small bird alone. Now that she discovered what it was, she was far less interested in it.

He arrived near the girl who was just getting up. Probably to retrieve her blade. “Hey, you okay? Seems like quite a burst of power there.” Nimueh once more jumped on his shoulders.

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@Duoya, @Rune_Alchemist

Summoners of Babel

Alex watched wide-eyed to the old man who basically turned into an angel. That was the kind of power he’d need to protect Alexis. No doubt. The power of a literal guardian angel. The old man then proceeded to beat down on the dummy with not a care for the world. Something Alex could barely believe, as he witnessed the old man crawling over the floor just a few moments ago. Awe and respect formed in Alex’s heart as he heard the incantations. He had no idea what the old man meant with ‘the poisons of sin’ but he guessed it could only do good to someone. But from the third incantation, the only one he heard completely, he guessed the man’s power came from his faith. Not too surprising, he guessed. He should have known from his garment and transformation that he was talking to a man of faith.

"Told... you. Do I look... so weak anymore?”

Alex grinned a little. The man was exhausted, but Alex could hardly hold that against him. After beating down a dummy like that and casting two support spells, he’d imagine he was drained as well. But he wasn’t stupid. A sudden surge in power after being exhausted, only to return to a tired state? The man was showing off, and he wasn’t planning to loose from an old man who believed in a god.

“No but, hold on please. I need to finish my stuff.”

Alex swiftly returned to his own dummy. For Nimeuh’s material form another dummy stood ready. “Okay, Nimueh. Let’s prove ourselves. To the old man. To the guilds. To the Goodguards. To Alexis!” With that, he outstretched his first arm, as if he was using some form of martial art. With his palm open, he hit the air, but one orb from his back flew up towards the dummy. And it missed. In fact, it would have hit another competitor if the range on it wasn’t just a little bit bigger. Instead, it dissolved right before it hit them. “Sorry!” the kid yelled, sincerely apologetic. After that, he took another breath and launched his second orb in the same fashion. This time it connected with a rather loud impact. The first orb had returned now, and Alex quickly threw that one as well. It hit the dummy in the side and deflected towards the ground. This continued for a few moments. As Alex tried to hit the dummy but sometimes missed completely. His misses often nearly hit people, after which he always yelled a sorry. But he wasn’t giving up. Eventually, from all the force delivered, the wood holding the dummy to its weights cracked and the dummy toppled over. With a childish jump, he screamed: “Yes!”

But Nimueh was getting impatient. She didn’t give her master much time to rejoice. The little spirit fused with her master. The circlet formed on his head and he felt how ‘gates were opened’ within his body. With a deep breath, he moved towards the third dummy and started lifting his arms. It took some power and focus, but slowly his telekinesis lifted the dummy up for him. Alex would have preferred if he could slam it into the ground with extra force from the telekinesis. But his powers were waning and he still had the final dummy. So instead he just released his grip on the dummy. It felt tumbling down into the floor. Satisfied with the result, he moved towards the final dummy and outstretched his arms once more. But this time he didn’t just mentally grasp it. Instead, he formed a pyramid with his thumbs and pointing fingers. From deep within him he summoned the psionic power and released it in a ray starting from the pyramid. Satisfied, but tired, he released Nimueh from the focus, letting her take on her animal shape.

He turned back towards the priest. Suddenly realizing he never introduced himself. That and he that he gave in to some silly contest of power. Which wasn’t just childish, it did no good to a future guardian. Internally he berated himself from acting out so childish. “Sorry, I just realized, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Alex Reinner. Tell me, priest. Are you looking for someone to team up with? Because I would definitely want someone like you having my back.” To add to his already sincere tone he outstretched his arm and gave the old man a sincere smile. All the while Nimueh jumped on his shoulder, meowing. Smelling something interesting.

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@Duoya

Summoners of Babel

@Duoya If you don't like what I did there, please do tell. It's a quick change and they can interact sometime later maybe.

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Alex watched and waited for his turn. Be it chance or fate, he didn't stand too far from the other group of adventurers. Who seemingly already bonded together. But the boy was a little too focused. There was a certain tension around him. As if he was both anxious and excited to get started. It was clear he couldn't wait to get started. While he managed to evade the falling dummies, it was done so with little skill and grace. Still, he set them up nicely and prepared himself.

The Beast form test was pretty straightforward. So Alex chose a training dummy for Nimeuh. Who moved out after a small nod. As many would have expected, the cat used her sharp claws. Going at the straw dummy. But with lightning speed. The little feline managed to jump around the dummy, pretending to evade attacks as it hissed at the lifeless object. This continued until Alex said: "That's enough, Nimueh." She stopped immediately, walked up to her companion, sat down and licked her paws. As if nothing just happened. Next to him he heard the labored breathing of an old man. Which moved towards a Recorder dummy. Nimueh looked confused at her companion, as he moved away from the training dummy towards the man. "Hey, you ok? It's not my place to ask this really but are you sure you want to go up into the tower-" there really was no way he could say this without sounding insulting: "that kind of physique?" Nimueh was growing impatient, though.

Without Alex's expressed approval she turned into her material form. Two black orbs appeared just behind Alex's shoulders, floating ni the air.

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@Duoya

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

Adrian Reinner

Name: Adrian Reinner
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Notoriety 1
Appearance: His body has not forgotten the years as District policeman. In this day and age, police receives the same training modern day military does. That is combined with anual physical tests and you can see why most veterns stay in shape for the rest of their life. Adrian is no exception. Standing 182cm and weighting 79kg (all muscle), he could be concidered attractive. Except for what his nighttime life brought upon him. His body bears many scars, as do his knuckles from breaking up the occassional nighttime fight. By anyone's standards, Adrian's brown eyes look weary and tired. He very much has the face of a man who is done with the world, but the world is not yet done with him.
Personality: Despite the fact that he operates in the shadows, and often takes the some shadey tasks, Adrian conciders himself more like a helper. He has a moral code which he follows strictly. Though the rules are more in the form of "Don't kill a father in front of his child" rather than "do not kill". Many psychiatrists have found that their subject conciders himself an honorable man because of this.

Many also find that he is a man adrift within the Megacities and districts. Lacking any real purpose since he was kicked from the police corps. A baland lie according to Adrian. Who claims he just does it for the money. Still, there is no doubting his efficiency. If a job is not in conflict with his moral code, he will take it. No questions asked, no explinations required. However, make sure that you act within certain boundaries. Adrian despises general chaos, prefering precission strikes. This is why he hates terrorists who make everyone's hard life even worse for no other reason that to 'stick it to the man'. So be aware, for he can act out on his own without orders.

In terms of friends: he has a select group of people at one of his trusted bars. Making sure he uses different identities and credit cards, he lives an second life as an 'accountant'. His friends, since he managed to beat down a junkie threatening to cut up a woman at the bar if she didn't give him his purse, ask no more questions than warranted.

Principled – Cold – Precice – Adrift

Bio: Born in 2260, nothing indicated that Adrian would become the man he is today. He grew up with 2 younger brothers, loving parents and, despite rising tensions, a good education and a solid band of friends. When he turned 18 he dreamed big and wanted to make a difference in the world, so he did what all stupid 18 year olds looking for adventure do, and signed up for the Army. He felt right at home, following commands and being molded into a soldier. Only to end up with general guard duty and protecting EuroCorp assets. He saw that no criminal was stupid enough to mess with EuroCorp, so mostly his days were filt with standing and doing nothing. Criminals did go after smaller stores and shops. Those responding were cops. After four years of army lifestyle, he resigned and took up the job of policeman of West District 22.

He flourished and met the love of his life, Nymueh. A beautiful woman and Inspector. They went on a date, then several more. Two years later and they married and a year after that, they had a daughter with the looks of her mother (or so everyone claimed). Adrian still loved his job as policeman in the field. He even got bumped to the Special Response Team (partially due to his previous experience with the military). Everything was beautiful in their lives. Until it wasn't. One would think that an illness as vile as cancer would have been eradicated by now. But it hadn't. Their daughter, Sarah, was diagnosed. The family, devastated.

Both parents' jobs weren't enough to pay the massive bills coming from the hospital and medical companies. Loans were taken out, the house sold but it all kept them above water for but a moment, while adding more weight in the form of debt. Adrian picked up a night-time job as bouncer at a local club. It paid well but not well enough. Especially not as nearly ever night a fight broke out. One day he saw a kid dealing drugs in the club. Be it fatherly instinct or policeman training, he moved in to kick the kid out. But someone must have seen him, as a man slipped before him and gave him a hundred credits, if he just pretended not to notice anything. The next time the same man spotted Adrian in the club and slipped him another hundred. Every night Adrian was there, he got an extra hundred credits.

This kept them well above water though his wife got fairly suspicious. It lasted long enough, until it stopped. A police raid ended this profitable scheme. As a cop he could cut a deal. He wasn't going to serve time, only pay a fine and be dishonorably discharged from the corps. But the fallout was clear. His wife, suspicious of it all gave him the divorce papers the night after his arrest. Right in the middle of the divorce negotiations, Sarah at the age of 9, died. Both parents were devastated and wanted to move on with their lives. Adrian surrendered nearly everything but the house. Nymueh moved District and was never heard from again.

The now broken man skipped on his bouncer duties for a month. With reduced pay, the club owner took him on again. And his first night back, he got another hundred. That was the night he realized life wasn't just unfair, it was stacked against those who played it honest. Becuase the man that gave him a hundred was also arrested that night and didn't seem to care for it at all. Nor did he seemed to have suffered for it. But Adrian knew he had to play it smarter. With a hundred bucks a day extra, someone was bound to grow suspicious. So he started practicing the oldest trick in the book. Money laundering. With offshore accounts and white washing shemes, Adrian swiftly grew in wealth (though you wouldn't see this in his appearance). Both the mob and certain companies caught wind of this. Both hire him now as "consultant".
District: DST-22-WEST
Weapon(s):

ESMR-11 Hunter model

The Europe Standard Marksman Rifle 11, or ESMR-11 is a solid, medium-range marksman rifle designed to take out infantry. Made by Brittania Ironworks, a old weapon manufactor that started back in 2050. The ESMR-11 is a military outdated model, using a round that is no longer capable of punching through the toughest of armors. Brittania Ironworks started selling the gun in a Hunter model, allowing citizens to buy the gun too. While military outdated, for civilian use it a s pretty advanced weapon still. It is also a ironic one, as hunting is a nearly died out sport.

FRDP-3 Civilian issue

Brittania Ironworks' Fast Response & Deterrent Pistol 3 was a multi-purpose pistal designed to be a jack-of-all-trades. With manageable recoil and using a caliber that could bring the pain, it became a favorite for police. Who required a gun that could take down unarmored targets. However, it was also prefered by their superiors, as it was known to not have the power to penetrate armor. Prompting frustrated "heroic" cops to still call in the SRT. Meaning they didn't get shot themselves. After a year or two Brittania Ironworks started issuing the Civilian edition. Which wasn't that much different from the police variant.

Adrian uses silencer MOD. It's not state of the art but it does the job.

Armour:

NewKnight Mk.II Police edition

Again, Brittania Ironworks created the NewKnight Mk.II. Mainly for police forces back in 2295. Now it is a bit outdated with plating that can get pierced by the higher class bullets fired from rifles and up. However, he mainly uses it for the advanced sensors still built in, as well as the HUD and onboard computer.

Cybernetics: None, currently saving for an advanced cybernetic brain interface.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: Many will tell you it is foolish to think you'll leave this kind of business in anything else but a body bag. Yet, there are a handful of offshore accounts left completely untouched. Many of his barfriends will tell you that Adrian is looking forward towards his pension. Despite the fact that he is still 42.

Summoners of Babel

@cloudystar Absolutely right, I've read some of the IC and he'll definitly need a weapon. I changed it a bit to a ranged attack using orbs. Further, I specified that he'll need professional training for the spirit crafting to keep the skill viable.

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@cloudystar

Alex Reinner

Name: Alex Reinner
Catalyst: A purple crystal hanging on a bit of black thread around his neck.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance:

Alex appears to be in the prime of his life. While Lithe and agile, there is a certain lean strength about him too. Weighing a comfortable 75kg (none of it fat) and standing up a fair 178cm, Alex could often be described as handsome. But there are many people like him, with messy brown hair and dark eyes. So he’s quite capable of ‘blending in’ with the human population of the city. Alex is often seen with a pen, paper, scrolls, books and stuff like that. One would note that he’s never seen in anything heavier than supple leather.

Background: Born from a lesser noble family, Alex’s entire future was written out the second he came to life. The Reinners always helped the Goodguards. A major noble family within Regnum Magnopere. His early life was filled with a stern education and physical training. Despite his written out destiny, Alex was given some freedom and was allowed to go to a public school for 2 days a week for the sake of social interaction. He gained some friends indeed. Much of that changed over the years. It became clearer and clearer that he was to have a certain use in life, but he hated the fact that his parents never told him what he was going to do. Alex wasn’t a foolish child. He knew the Reinners always helped the Goodguards.

On his 16th birthday, the truth was revealed to him. Bodyguard. Lady Alexis Goodguard, 11 years old would require a bodyguard once she turned 18. This bodyguard would be with her forever. More importantly, while a bodyguard, he would also have to tend to all servant matters. Like writing letters in her name and helping her out of a coach. It was considered the highest of honors, but there was one problem. Alex had not shown any talent in neither of the skills of combat. He was genuinely bad at melee, failing in challenges of both strength and technique. The lack of strength was also evident in archery, where he couldn’t keep his arrow straight. According to various mystics and priests, the boy had an incredible aptitude to psionic power. But they were stunned to learn that Alex had not exhibited the talent at all.

This new infuriated Alex. Believing himself too weak, he forsook any connections with the outside world. He dropped his friends and rarely appeared at family meetings with the Goodguards. In fact, he refused to even see the Lady. Over the years his strength increased, but lacking a sharp eye and still not good enough in the techniques of melee, Alex forsook those endeavours as well. Instead, he pushed himself to unlock his psionic ability.

All in vain, as after nearly 3 years he still could not make any psionic events happen. Beaten and self-destructive, his mother found him in his room. Pitying her own child, she understood that there was but one thing she could do. She took him to a floor in Babel. Into a forest filled with peaceful spirits. The fractured boy look with wonder at the spirits. Dancing through the sky and among the leaves with not a care for the world. Until a feline-like one landed near him. It was then that he noticed his mother had stopped a long distance back and was watching him now. The cat-like spirit looked at him confused. But Alex felt how it was doing so much more than looking. It looked through him, in him, at him. He could only guess that the cat saw a fractured being. One who pained himself due to his lack of talent. He expected the spirit to float away again, finding him unworthy. But the cat remained. In fact, she grew affectionate of him.

A month later and the spirit, which chose the name Nimueh together with Alex, fused for the first time. The fusion served as a strong catalyst with his innate psionic powers. “Unlocking” them in a way. It was on the Lady Alexis’ 14th birthday that Alex himself came. Vowing to her that he’d return in 4 years again. With a retinue of spirits and guardians. Keeping her safe and warm no matter what. Thus his adventure began in the tower of Babel.

Personality: Driven, focused and with a burning fire in his eyes. Alex can be described as intense in a battle. He will not back down from any insult and often pushes himself to the very edge. But he can also be a calm and collected person. Maybe a bit naïve sometimes, but his spirit is slowly teaching him that a cool head prevails over all.

Soul Partner:
3-star beast spirit Nimueh

Skills:
Psionic well – Mystics were pretty amazed to witness such a well of power within Alex. However, he himself cannot tap this well, for some reason or another. He requires to fuse with Nimueh, or have her material form equipped for this. But once he can use it, he can use more psionic powers and they are stronger than they normally should be.

Spirit crafting – Certain spirits like certain objects. Like imbued crystals or grow calm in the presence of certain runes. Spirit crafting is a subset of the crafting skill. Which allows one to make these kind of items. Though recipes and ingredients still need to be bought. However, right now he lacks any real knowledge on the subject. In the future, professional guidance will be required to keep this skill viable.

Trapmaking – Lacking any proficiency with a spear or bow, Alex makes traps to catch small game at the higher floors their wilderness. These traps are often simple snares or net-traps. A single trap won’t be very effective but fill a forest with them and you’re bound to catch something.

Nimueh

Name: Nimueh
Species: Beast
Appearance:

Nimueh appears as a white, cat-like creature. Though she can “hide” her actual appearance. Once bonded, Nimueh showed herself as a strong Psionics based spirit. Prayer bead-like orbs appeared around her in various colors and a third, eye opened up on her forehead. This is also her level one animal form.

How you two met:
His mother took him to a certain floor in the Tower of Babel to attune himself with the psionic forces there. This is where he met Nimueh. Who, despite not being able to talk human speech, felt both how fractured he was and what power he possessed. She pretty much chose him.

Level One Transformations:
Beast form: The catlike creature with 3 golden eyes and prayer beads orbiting her.

Weapon form: Two of Nimueh's orbs grow and their colors cool down (the others vanish). Resulting in two perfectly shaped black spheres floating on the back of Alex. He can launch these orbs in front of him. They will travel a set range (10m currently) before 'dissolving' and reappear at their place floating on his back. As he currently has only 2 orbs, there is a distinct possibility that he "runs out" of them and must wait until they reappeared on his back.

Fusion form: It is quite apparent when Nimueh fused with Alex. A white gold-like circlet forms upon his head, with an amber gem like Nimueh's middle eye sitting in the middle of it all. He also unlocks his psionic powers:

Powers

- Minor telekinesis
- Psionic ray

No roleplayer.

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

Terminal accessed...
Connection opened. Awaiting response...
Mission(s) found. Retrieving...
Decrypting...
Connection closed.

Mission-21.3.GZ29

Location: DCT-21-WEST
Mission: Retrieval
Target: YH-98 “Crowd surfer”
Type: Chemical
Current owner: “the engineer”

Details: A former employee from Agratha Pharmaceuticals left the company an undisclosed time ago. Due to classification issues, we cannot give you his full name. He is known within district-21’s Enders zone as “The engineer”. This person is in possession of a chemical named YH-98. It has the street name: Crowd surfer. Retrieval of a large sample of this chemical is desired by Agratha Pharmaceuticals. Payout will be calculated upon retrieval and delivery. Be advised: potential bonus if POI “The Engineer” is neutralized. Tier 3 means authorized.

Happy hunting.

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Location: District-21
Time: 15-12-2302
Adrian wandered the Enders. In his younger years, he used to walk through the central parts. Where you only stopped partying to sleep. Hell, even then most would stop dancing in drug induced dream. If you wanted drugs, district-21 was the best place in the West. Lax regulations, uncaring cops and a shady underworld fitting like a ring around the centre made sure that anything that can get cooked up will be at your disposal. The old man couldn't say he was particularly surprised when he noticed nothing changed. The drug lords profited on parties and district 21 has been partying for decades now. Of course, paired with the drug came the violence. Which the drug lords carefully kept within the borders of the Enders. Killing in Central would be bad for business. Still, as Adrian walked through the slums, he couldn't help but see a few burned out windows. Fire was a good way to clear out labs. Those places were filled with chemicals. Professional labs keep the most dangerous substances behind fireproof, locked, reinforced doors. In district 21? Hell, if they were placed in a closet the lab would be considered upscale. So the oldest trick in the book was applied. Kick down the door and throw a burning bottle inside. The molotov cocktail hadn't been changed for over 4 centuries now. Mostly because it's effective, cheap and quick.

Adrian knew all this because he carried out a few raids himself in the zone. Which meant he made some allies, but also a whole lot of enemies. Not that he cared much. He was a man that just took what he wanted and cleared out. If anyone had a problem with it, he moved swiftly to solve it. Adrian entered a bar that looked at weathered as he was and took his place at the counter. "A whiskey." was all he asked. The patron couldn't care less. Adrian wasn't a regular, so wasn't worth his time. He just poured the glass and shoved it towards Adrian. Who dutifully paid his 10 credits. The stuff was vile, raw and burned his throat. Too much alcohol, too little of something else. That, and it could use some ice. But this was the stuff from the Enders. Where men didn't drink to celebrate. They drank to forget. To feel numb. Hours past and the bar got crowded. It quickly got rowdy and loud. But Adrian kept silent. Seemingly without any indication, he walked out and pulled one of his cigarettes. In this time and day, they were both expensive and entirely replaced by eCigs and the like. "Hey, man! Spare a cig for a bro?" Some punk kid asked with a far too big smile. In a second Adrian examined him, as he held out his carton. Second-grade clothing, like most of the Ender residents. But lots of bling. Shiny belt, rings heavy necklace. The kid made top bucks. That and he asked for a cigarette. Cigs were still smoked as a sign of wealth. Especially among the lower classes. "Light?" the kid asked, and Adrian obliged.

For a moment it all stayed quiet. Both men puffed some smoke into the damp night sky. The cloud illuminated by the fading neon, and the only streetlight that wasn't broken. "A man of taste, I see?" Adrian asked, as he puffed another cloud into the air. "Must mean you're a man of wealth too." A man, with a girl on each of his arm walked out of the bar, completely ignoring the two smoking men. "A hommie gotta do what he gotta do to survive in this world, right?" Adrian silently agreed. "So what you sell?" The youngster eyed him, trying to get a grasp at the trenchcoated guy who was far too old to be wandering the Enders. "Yo man, you from the cops or something? Listen, doc said he cleared me. Check the name, man. Alejandro." "I'm not a cop." "Then what you on about asking about stuff man! You got cigs, walk in the trenchcoat. What next, a gun?" Adrian felt tempted. But instead he just threw his half-smoked cigarette into the ground and stamped it out. "Where can I find your... doc?" He did not expect cooperation. "Listen man, I'm out of-" the man couldn't finish his sentence, before a right hook landed right on his jaw. "The shit man!?" he cried out, as he laid out on the ground. With a leather shoe on his check. Pressing down. "The engineer. Where?"

"I don't know! Okay! I don't know! He contacts me! He moves his lab! From terrain to terrain. Okay! The guy cooks some fine stuff but he also makes some crazy! More crazy than good stuff actually! He's constantly on the run! So when he needs to spread some stuff he calls me!" Adrian kneeled down next to the kid, taking him by the cheeks with his hand, examining him. "You've ever been in a fight?" The kid looked confused but nodded yes. "Lost?" He nodded no. "Now you have." With one fell strike, he hit the kid in the eye with enough force to ensure he would get a black eye. After that he dropped a card on the kid's chest. "When he calls, you tell me." It wasn't a request. After that, he walked out into the shadows again.

The Peace Keepers

@Polybius Okay so I like Sci-fi but I always ask this if I don't see it. What's the status of "space magic" like biotics (from Mass Effect) or psionics or stuff like that.

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

Name: Adrian Reinner
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Notoriety 1
Appearance: His body has not forgotten the years as District policeman. In this day and age, police receives the same training modern day military does. That is combined with anual physical tests and you can see why most veterns stay in shape for the rest of their life. Adrian is no exception. Standing 182cm and weighting 79kg (all muscle), he could be concidered attractive. Except for what his nighttime life brought upon him. His body bears many scars, as do his knuckles from breaking up the occassional nighttime fight. By anyone's standards, Adrian's brown eyes look weary and tired. He very much has the face of a man who is done with the world, but the world is not yet done with him.
Personality: Despite the fact that he operates in the shadows, and often takes the some shadey tasks, Adrian conciders himself more like a helper. He has a moral code which he follows strictly. Though the rules are more in the form of "Don't kill a father in front of his child" rather than "do not kill". Many psychiatrists have found that their subject conciders himself an honorable man because of this.

Many also find that he is a man adrift within the Megacities and districts. Lacking any real purpose since he was kicked from the police corps. A baland lie according to Adrian. Who claims he just does it for the money. Still, there is no doubting his efficiency. If a job is not in conflict with his moral code, he will take it. No questions asked, no explinations required. However, make sure that you act within certain boundaries. Adrian despises general chaos, prefering precission strikes. This is why he hates terrorists who make everyone's hard life even worse for no other reason that to 'stick it to the man'. So be aware, for he can act out on his own without orders.

In terms of friends: he has a select group of people at one of his trusted bars. Making sure he uses different identities and credit cards, he lives an second life as an 'accountant'. His friends, since he managed to beat down a junkie threatening to cut up a woman at the bar if she didn't give him his purse, ask no more questions than warranted.

Principled – Cold – Precice – Adrift

Bio: Born in 2260, nothing indicated that Adrian would become the man he is today. He grew up with 2 younger brothers, loving parents and, despite rising tensions, a good education and a solid band of friends. When he turned 18 he dreamed big and wanted to make a difference in the world, so he did what all stupid 18 year olds looking for adventure do, and signed up for the Army. He felt right at home, following commands and being molded into a soldier. Only to end up with general guard duty and protecting EuroCorp assets. He saw that no criminal was stupid enough to mess with EuroCorp, so mostly his days were filt with standing and doing nothing. Criminals did go after smaller stores and shops. Those responding were cops. After four years of army lifestyle, he resigned and took up the job of policeman of West District 22.

He flourished and met the love of his life, Nymueh. A beautiful woman and Inspector. They went on a date, then several more. Two years later and they married and a year after that, they had a daughter with the looks of her mother (or so everyone claimed). Adrian still loved his job as policeman in the field. He even got bumped to the Special Response Team (partially due to his previous experience with the military). Everything was beautiful in their lives. Until it wasn't. One would think that an illness as vile as cancer would have been eradicated by now. But it hadn't. Their daughter, Sarah, was diagnosed. The family, devastated.

Both parents' jobs weren't enough to pay the massive bills coming from the hospital and medical companies. Loans were taken out, the house sold but it all kept them above water for but a moment, while adding more weight in the form of debt. Adrian picked up a night-time job as bouncer at a local club. It paid well but not well enough. Especially not as nearly ever night a fight broke out. One day he saw a kid dealing drugs in the club. Be it fatherly instinct or policeman training, he moved in to kick the kid out. But someone must have seen him, as a man slipped before him and gave him a hundred credits, if he just pretended not to notice anything. The next time the same man spotted Adrian in the club and slipped him another hundred. Every night Adrian was there, he got an extra hundred credits.

This kept them well above water though his wife got fairly suspicious. It lasted long enough, until it stopped. A police raid ended this profitable scheme. As a cop he could cut a deal. He wasn't going to serve time, only pay a fine and be dishonorably discharged from the corps. But the fallout was clear. His wife, suspicious of it all gave him the divorce papers the night after his arrest. Right in the middle of the divorce negotiations, Sarah at the age of 9, died. Both parents were devastated and wanted to move on with their lives. Adrian surrendered nearly everything but the house. Nymueh moved District and was never heard from again.

The now broken man skipped on his bouncer duties for a month. With reduced pay, the club owner took him on again. And his first night back, he got another hundred. That was the night he realized life wasn't just unfair, it was stacked against those who played it honest. Becuase the man that gave him a hundred was also arrested that night and didn't seem to care for it at all. Nor did he seemed to have suffered for it. But Adrian knew he had to play it smarter. With a hundred bucks a day extra, someone was bound to grow suspicious. So he started practicing the oldest trick in the book. Money laundering. With offshore accounts and white washing shemes, Adrian swiftly grew in wealth (though you wouldn't see this in his appearance). Both the mob and certain companies caught wind of this. Both hire him now as "consultant".
District: DST-22-WEST
Weapon(s):

ESMR-11 Hunter model

The Europe Standard Marksman Rifle 11, or ESMR-11 is a solid, medium-range marksman rifle designed to take out infantry. Made by Brittania Ironworks, a old weapon manufactor that started back in 2050. The ESMR-11 is a military outdated model, using a round that is no longer capable of punching through the toughest of armors. Brittania Ironworks started selling the gun in a Hunter model, allowing citizens to buy the gun too. While military outdated, for civilian use it a s pretty advanced weapon still. It is also a ironic one, as hunting is a nearly died out sport.

FRDP-3 Civilian issue

Brittania Ironworks' Fast Response & Deterrent Pistol 3 was a multi-purpose pistal designed to be a jack-of-all-trades. With manageable recoil and using a caliber that could bring the pain, it became a favorite for police. Who required a gun that could take down unarmored targets. However, it was also prefered by their superiors, as it was known to not have the power to penetrate armor. Prompting frustrated "heroic" cops to still call in the SRT. Meaning they didn't get shot themselves. After a year or two Brittania Ironworks started issuing the Civilian edition. Which wasn't that much different from the police variant.

Adrian uses silencer MOD. It's not state of the art but it does the job.

Armour:

NewKnight Mk.II Police edition

Again, Brittania Ironworks created the NewKnight Mk.II. Mainly for police forces back in 2295. Now it is a bit outdated with plating that can get pierced by the higher class bullets fired from rifles and up. However, he mainly uses it for the advanced sensors still built in, as well as the HUD and onboard computer.

Cybernetics: None, currently saving for an advanced cybernetic brain interface.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: Many will tell you it is foolish to think you'll leave this kind of business in anything else but a body bag. Yet, there are a handful of offshore accounts left completely untouched. Many of his barfriends will tell you that Adrian is looking forward towards his pension. Despite the fact that he is still 42.