@AlfhedilAh fug, I'm gonna have to drop out. Too much workload on me to be able to commit to RPG posting. Sorry boss : c
Long time coming but here he is.
”I'm like Japan's little pit bull. They beat it, starve it, mistreat it, and once in a while they let it out to attack somebody.”
Christian Alexander Bell
March 14, 1997; Pensacola, Florida
Christian stands tall at 6’3. Well built muscles, and a strict grooming regime are his attempts at standing out in a world he’s categorically alienated from.Despite a long career of warfighting, Christian has been lucky enough to keep himself safe from injury that would require need of cybernetic prosthetics, as such he’s kept away from cybernetic enhancements of any kind, preferring a well toned physique to well toned clockwork machinery as part of his physical aesthetic.
While on duty he wears a clean set of the NSF uniform, no deviations from the regulations,his military background making it almost second nature to maintain a uniform. His armor on the other hand is the closest thing to cybernetic enhancement as he’ll allow himself. Heavily modified to fit his needs on the battlefield, he’ll routinely have the tech specialists work with him to keep the hardware battle ready and pristine.
Outside of his duties as an NSF operative, he wears casual clothes, jeans, hoodies,and baseball caps.
Christian is a flippant individual by nature. He’s as quick with a joke as he is with an insult in most situations, although that's not to say he can’t take things seriously. He just prefers to approach problems with a lighthearted attitude, as opposed to a bitter one. Nobody wants to be around someone with a rod up their ass their whole lives.
His long career has molded him into a mercenary, he doesn’t care for causes, or doing the ‘right’ thing. In his experience noble causes and pretty mission statements were just tools used by people with stars on their shoulders and flags pinned to their suits to sell the idea of war to the young and stupid. The young die for their profit. If the old can make a little money starting wars? He could make a little fighting them.
Chris has modified his armor to suit his needs on the field, it fields things such as a PHUD, a Compad, Pneumatic strength Assist, Weight dispersion pneumatics, Movement Assistance Systems, Integrated Ballistics Computer,Threat Analysis System, ID Lock.
United States Marine(10Y)
Christian Alexander Bell was born in Pensacola Florida to parents who were entirely too young, and too dumb to raise a son. His father knew that early, because not long after his birth, he abandoned his family. Not long after his father's abandonment, whether it be because of the hardships of life or addiction; Chris never cared to find out which, His mother left him at the steps of a fire station. A safe haven baby, and a ward of the state.
The beginnings of Chris’s life were hard, being an orphan, he bounced from foster home to foster home, school to school. As a result of this Chris found it hard to make friends, and his peers found it easy to pick on him as a result. Chris figured out early that it was easier to make his peers like him if he could make them laugh, and that influenced his personality. Nobody wanted to punch the comedian in the classroom.
Being the clown of every social circle would be his identity for the majority of his high school career, his flippant and nonchalant attitude made him popular with his peers, but he also found it was easy to annoy those who were supposed to be in charge of him. After high school his friend group evaporated all but his highschool girlfriend, Claire Belgrave. He married her right out of highschool. Abysmal grades limited his prospects for school. And faced with a budding new family, Chris felt he had little choice but to enlist in the United States Marines not long after his marriage to Claire.
He again was a favorite of his squadmates within the marines, but he drew the Ire of those who were above him in the rankings, from Drill instructors during basic training, to his lieutenants in the middle east when he served overseas. When Christian first enlisted he learned to believe in the cause of the military he served, bringing stability to the region he was in, fighting the terrorists there. Over time however, as he watched more and more of his friends die with every combat, and the officers struggle with bureaucracy, being consumed by it themselves or offering their men to stave off the damage to their own careers, the causes stopped meaning anything to him. He stopped caring about them, they all seemed like lies to him when stacked next to a fresh row of black body bags. The only thing that mattered was the money he made.
He eventually made the rank of Staff Sergeant, and he led his Marines under that premise, hearts and minds came second to coming home and getting paid for Christian, and he enforced these rules with his squad. Chris’s downward spiral culminated in Afghanistan, with half his squad dead on a Lieutenant’s glory run. By the time the sun set that day, the Lieutenant’s nose was broken in three places, and Chris had two choices: Take the Lieutenant to trial, maybe get some justice for his Marines, but go to Leavenworth in the process...or let it go, be released on a simple Bad Conduct Discharge, he and the Lieutenant walk free. In the end, Chris couldn’t throw his own life away like that, with a wife and child to care for and so many years ahead, instead; Christian went home, but he found home had stopped being in the states long ago. Ten years of being a Marine had made his relationship with Claire hard as it became harder and harder to see her world, as she could never see his. He was away for long periods of time, and when he was home he was either drunk, or arguing with her. Under those conditions, divorce was a foregone conclusion, and Claire took their son Chris Jr. with her to Texas, leaving Chris alone with his nightmares.
With no family, and no other prospects after a lifetime of soldiering. Chris found his new home to be the bottom of a bottle for a time, until a recruiter for a Mercenary company by the name of Blackwatch found him. Someone in Chris’s old unit had recommended him, a member of the outfit himself apparently. Child support now being a looming obstacle in Chris’s life; he quickly accepted. The work suited him well, war suited him well, even if sometimes at night, he saw places long destroyed, and Marines long dead. He fought in jungles, deserts, and destroyed cities, dragging himself through bloody battlefield dirt in every conflict zone the world over. However, his time with the Blackwatch Mercenaries was cut short after a VIP escort went sour. Chris led the security detail for a South American politician, currently working for re-election in his province. The politician was an idealist, who believed that the voices of every person counted and thus, political outreach was a necessity. Chris argued vehemently against a planned route the politician wanted to take, snaking through gang territory in the poorer districts, but the man would not hear any of it. They were attacked along the way; turns out progressive activism makes you an enemy of criminals who benefit from the status quo. He once again lost half of his team in the ensuing six hour gunfight through urban terrain to save the Politician. At the end of their gauntlet, Chris was exhausted and enraged. In the politician's face he saw his old Lieutenant, another baby faced bastard on a glory run, Chris lost it. He doesn’t remember much of what followed, but instead of continuing the campaign trail, the Politician found himself going through months of therapy to get over the injuries Chris gave him. And Chris found himself summarily fired from Blackwatch, with a strong warning never to return to that part of the world.
Chris found himself at the bottom of a bottle again, swiftly watching his money fade away, running through his hands like water as child support and cost of living tanked his savings, leaving him nearly back where he started. Things might have ended like that were it not for a lucky break: one of his old comrades had something for him. Yui Kategawa was a fiery brunette with a fierce loyalty to her own men, including her one-time comrade Chris, and her country. Chris isn’t sure how or why she heard about his fate, but one day at the bar was interrupted by a size five armored boot kicking the door open, and an offer for a new job: The NSF. While Chris was initially unsure, Yui was persistent, and after a few days, Chris agreed to uproot his life and come to Japan, becoming one of few foreigners to enter the NSF’s ranks.
BlackWatch Mercenary Company
Claire Belgrave- Ex wife
Christian Bell Jr.- Son
Yui Kategawa- Former Blackwatch Comrade, Friend
A brief description of the Armor modifications.
Pneumatic Strength Assist: A series of subdermal pistons and metal plates fixed about the skeleton of the armor allow a user to make use of greatly enhanced strength in the arms, the metal plates providing the durability to support hits
Weight Dispersion Pneumatics: A series of pneumatic presses in the legs allow the user to disperse weight as kinetic energy through the armor's frame instead of in one concentrated burst, allowing the user to fall great distances without damage
Movement Assistance Systems: The user's armor is fitted with a thin kinetic gel layer to absorb impacts from running and to provide additional assistance to the user's motion, increasing their speed tremendously
PHUD: A personal heads up display of a jumble of icons and information, sorted into a screen by an onboard computer to provide combat and tactical assistance for the HID
COMPAD: Wrist mounted Comlink.
Integrated Ballistics Computer - A high-tech computational device hooked into the data-flow from the PHUD, this device calculates distance, gravity, atmospheric and all other relevant factors to allow Chris to make shots under any circumstances
Threat Analysis System - Hooked into the output of the PHUD, the TAS can detect chemical imbalances, muscle tension, electrical activity and other contributing factors to determine the likelihood of a given individual or system being a threat to the armor’s wearer, namely Chris. This grants him the information he needs to know when he needs to be ready to fight, and when he can take it easy
ID Lock - Chris’s Armor is keyed to his specific genome, and coded to respond to his voice print. This system prevents the armor from being removed by other people without Chris’s vocalized approval, and prevents it from being donned by other individuals without the same.
Tanaka Yukako. Friends get to call her Yuya.
Japanese, with some foreign ancestry.
Kyōto, Kyōto Prefecture (京都, 京都府) - July, 2007
For somebody who's largely Japanese by genetics, noted by her usual skin tone and dark brown eye colour, Yukako looks very foreign indeed, or perhaps like somebody who never left their delinquent phase. She tans readily, has lengthy and naturally platinum blonde hair, and most notably has a figure that wouldn't look out of place in certain types of modern Japanese media; she is also tall, and courtesy of her background in the police force quite fit indeed, with lean musculature only further enhancing her physique.
Her usual outfit when out of the field tends to be a combination of shirt and skirt, occasionally wearing trousers instead of a skirt if formality is a requirement, in a variety of patterns that may or may not work together or clash horrendously, as well as various black heels usually accompanied by white socks to prevent chafing. In uniform is another story: she typically opts for one of the basic Assault outfits, consisting of a blue fabric bodysuit covering her entire frame, black kevlar protecting her torso and groin with storage for ammo and grenades, and a full optics mask hiding her face.
Yukako is on the autistic spectrum, a relatively high-functioning example. This colours a lot of her personality both on and off duty, but primarily as a poor understanding of social norms and facial expressions that can make her look unempathetic or impolite. Granted, understanding exactly why certain social matters are so important can be hard for her, in particular with the stringent demands Japan often makes in that regard, but she is nothing but empathic, perhaps overly so, once she recognises how somebody is feeling; indeed, trying to sort out how people feel consistently does lead to a degree of anxiety about it all. By default, however, she presents as highly energetic and friendly to the majority of people, often talking rapidly and to great length when describing a topic or situation, and may well flirt with them egregiously depending on circumstance, most commonly when smalltalk has taken over and she is struggling to find anything meaningful to say.
This energy transfers over to her approach to a fight. In some sense, she is professional, and certainly trained for combat scenarios, but she tends toward a great deal of movement and intense laughter in a firefight, often showing a reckless attitude as she travels toward the foe. Funnily enough, this is not out of pure lunacy: her tolerance for sensory overload is significantly lower than that of a neurotypical person, and she tries to keep moving in battle specifically to keep herself from freezing up and becoming a sitting duck.
ASSAULT-01 Armour - One of three standard NSF Assault-grade suits. Bullet-resistant kevlar provides moderate protection to the center of mass, leaving the limbs free to move and remaining light enough that sprinting for a brief time is viable. Also bears utility boxes to contain ammunition clips, grenades, and other relatively small items. Built-in camouflaging systems allow the user to refract visible light around them for just under ten seconds, with recent advances in thermoptic technology adding infrared radiation to this spectrum to avoid detection by thermal vision; this will recharge greadually when not in use.
Motionvision Visor 01 - A visor with advanced motion detection technology implanted throughout. At a moment's notice, the user can switch between standard visuals and motionvision, showing the world in a faint reddish-yellow tinge and displaying any and all movement as a bright yellowish burst even if a target is camouflaged from visible light, though it cannot detect motion through dense clouds such as from a smoke grenade. As a bonus, the ASSAULT-01 model covers the full face, blocking identity, and allowing the user to draw from a small internal oxygen supply in case of a gas attack.
Directed Energy Weapon Prototype - A rather large custom weapon of Yukako's design, comparable in size (though not in recoil) to a handheld Minigun or LMG, much of which is the large battery pack powering it. The rest is a combination of LASER emitters at the "barrel" end, and a switch and dial just above the cell to toggle between electrolaser and PEP modes, and determine the degree of incapacitation or lethality desired. The battery pack uses similar technology to the NSF's thermoptic camouflage to recharge over time, but takes much longer comparatively due to the greater stored charge.
HRV ZX68S Assault Rifle - Relatively standard secondary weapon with suppressed muzzle flash. Well-rounded for distance, accuracy, and stopping power, and capable in most circumstances. Thirty-plus-one round Stanag magazine, 7.62x51mm projectiles.
JH Industries Tachi Pistol - Basic Assault sidearm, custom-tooled for NSF use. Fifteen rounds, .40 ACP projectiles, with a toggle between single shot and automatic to perform a "mag-dump" when needed.
Frag grenades - Standard issue fragmentation explosives. Pull the pin, throw the explosive such that the lever comes away, do not move in range of flying shrapnel. Easy enough, and sufficiently powerful to kill even heavily-armoured targets in close proximity to ground zero.
Combat knife - Last resort weapon. Relatively poor in the situations faced by the NSF, but can potentially instakill if a stab to the right place is made.
Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department (Tokyo Keishi-chō, 東京 警視庁) - Police Sergeant (Junsa-buchō, 巡査部長)
Kyoto Prefectural Police Department (Kyōto Fu-keisatsu, 京都 府警察) - Senior Police Officer (Junsa-chō, 巡査長)
Yukako's childhood was, one could say, eventful. For starters, her young self had clear difficulties in fully comprehending the basic behaviours taught in childhood in her home country, and her parents often took her to be slow or a trouble maker rather than cottoning to the actual issue. Then, of course, her family moved from Japan to southern France after the nuclear attack on Tokyo - they lived in Kyōto at the time, but her parents decided it would be best to avoid any possible additional attacks. She was only four or five at the time.
Adapting to the new environment was quite tough on Yukako. Aside from anything else, the behavioural standards set at her new school were vastly different to those her parents set for behaviour, and much different to those of her preschool in Japan; suffice to say, language barriers in both French and English made learning quite difficult in kind, and in the end it was specialised tutoring that gave her both a leg up to the necessary educational standards, and an insight into the idea that she had something happening in her brain that warranted investigation. A couple of testing sessions later confirmed a diagnosis of autistic spectrum disorder; whilst it was hard for her parents to adapt and account for Yukako's condition, emphasis was placed on the fact that doing so would make things a lot easier for both her and them, and it is likely that this change led Yukako to be much closer with her parents in the years since.
Even still, friends were hard to come by for her. She managed to form a very strong bond with another girl in CM2, only to be separated from her when they went to different middle schools, a fact that still stings whenever it arises for her; collège, ultimately, was a somewhat lonely affair in its first two years, supplemented by quite a bit of exercise, but began to look up when Yukako began to express herself more outwardly. People began to look to her as... a friend? An acquaintance? An idol? She wasn't sure, but despite her oddities, and perhaps because her tendency toward athleticism made her seem more interesting, she suddenly stuck out as one of the cool kids, a fact that continued into high school and ultimately propelling her to her baccalauréat at the age of 17, with specialities in languages and engineering sciences - foreign languages, ultimately, were something that she was naturally adept in by then, but she'd found herself quite fascinated with optics too, lasers and the like, and was considering even taking a tertiary education course in.
At which stage, her parents threw her a fresh curveball by announcing that they were moving back to Japan. Why? They wanted her to receive higher education in her home country. Did she get a choice? Not really, no. What about the Jinrai? Oh, they were all in Tokyo, they wouldn't be seen so far over. Thus she was moved back into a nation whose social norms she still didn't fully comprehend even after drilling on them by her parents, now with an additional barrier of looking rather foreign to boot. Suffice to say, her enrolement and education in Kyoto University was a somewhat difficult affair, and a mouth that had already learned to speak fast reinforced the habit there as stress and anxiety ramped up to terrible levels. Even so, she got in on her first try; she endured great amounts of discrimination for her sex, appearance, and autistic traits, nullified in part by her intentionally dressing and speaking as a delinquent to throw people off and, occasionally, awkwardly flirting and sleeping with people who would otherwise have been bullies; and in the end, she hit 21 having acquired a very solid degree in engineering and cemented her interest in optical technologies.
But, funnily enough, her physicality remained ever-present as something of importance. When word came of Jinrai's attempted coup, she decided she couldn't just let it go to waste. She felt, rather, that she had a duty not to allow that, and even that she should take up work to keep herself and Japan in good standing - even though her degree would have inclined her to potentially much more immediately prestigious scientific work, her profession and hobby ultimately swapped places, and she signed on to the Kyoto Prefectural Police Department as a police officer, and after a year or so a senior police officer.
The men there hated her. The women found her strange. She did wonder if she'd made a mistake at points, but reassured herself time and again that she was helping people, keeping them safe! Until she was reassigned as a sergeant in Tokyo, of all places, at the start of 2031. Quite suddenly, the only people she had consistent connections to were more or less cut off from her, as she was moved to a technically more prestigious academy, but with even fewer support mechanisms. To keep herself sane, she began putting her technological knowledge to use in her downtime, by designing a blueprint for a directed energy weapon with multiple purposes. Electrolasers could be done, it was just a matter of finding a strong enough power source!
Then came September. She and her squad were informed of a firefight occurring in the Kanagawa Ward area, and pursued the affair fully armed and ready to deal with, in theory, anything. What they weren't ready for was the conflict to be between the pseudo-governmental terrorist group trying to claim the country's rulership, and what amounted to the government's secret special forces. Most of the squad survived the raid, largely thanks to Yukako's firm instruction and at least two moments where she shot down a foe who had trained their sights on her team, plus a third where she did the same for somebody from the NSF. This, however, only led to their being brought into custody as the government tried to figure out who they were with and how much they knew.
To the government's credit, the others were eventually released back to the public, with a signed NDA and a very clear understanding on their relevant superiors' part that they weren't talk about what they'd witnessed. As for Yukako... her skill intrigued them. For somebody who'd only been with the police for a few years, she was shockingly capable, and when it transpired what she'd been working on in her spare time too, a decision was made by somebody somewhere. She'd be trained up; she'd be incorporated into the NSF as a new agent; and, with testing allowed of course, a weapon that was basically functional in theory and just needed a more efficient battery in practice could be built for her to wield on the field. Their recent advances in thermoptic camouflage and its recharging would prove to be the ironic final piece of that lattermost puzzle: the battery could recharge on its own merits.
Come November, Yukako would officially join the NSF's ranks as a Class C Operator, with multiple extra languages and some input into the mechanical side of matters to boot. She was quite excited for her new job, suffice to say.
Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and Kyoto Prefectural Police Department - Former places of work, source of much field training.
Tanaka Hideyoshi and Akane (多仲 秀吉, 多仲 (茜) - Father and mother. Currently living in Kyoto, but moved to southern France with Yukako for over a decade after the 2012 bomb dropped. Yukako's foreign ancestry stems from her father, whose own grandfather was a soldier from another nation, possibly Germany.
None specific yet - Yukako really is quite new to the NSF, and so hasn't gotten more than a bare-bones impression of anybody else in its ranks.
Takai Shunsen - Didn't meet him yet. Hearsay suggests that he was recently maimed in another raid.
Kazankova Bykov - Strong, so you'd think a good workout buddy. Kind of hostile, though.
Takeda Ochisuita - The boss' boss' boss. He's pretty okay. Hard, but not a dick.
Caitlyn Ellesworth - The boss. She seems to know her stuff. Kind of distant, unfortunately.
Takeuchi Yukiko - Kind of boring? Doesn't stick out a bunch.
Yamamoto Mikasa - She makes a lot of sense. Dark sense of humour, is all.
Hattori Naomi - Not super sure what to make of her. A bit distant, maybe.
Li Dàiyù - Pretty cool. Kind of a badass, maybe? Not sure.
Itsuki Itou - Don't have to be so formal with him. What a relief.
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