Psyker Landshark

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Made some edits to my sheet, largely just cleaning up some sections and actually specifying what guns are being carried.

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

I realize this puts us up to three ex-military guys, but it was honestly the easiest way I figured someone could be up to par to do Payday heists/shadowruns.

Slippy

Name:
Mason McKenzie

Nickname:
Slippy

Age:
34

Nationality:
Australian

Appearance:
Stands at 6' exactly. Musculature is relatively lean, but toned. Has a preference for two-piece suits and business casual wear.

Personality:
Focused and determined, Mason has a driven personality and seeks to perform the best he can in any role he has to perform. He demands excellence from himself and is constantly seeking to improve. Despite this, however, the man is still enough of a team player to lessen his demands on his teammates, so long as he knows what to expect from them. A two-bit gangbanger picked up off the streets will have less expectations from Mason than a fellow ex-military soldier.

For him, heisting is about the chance to continue using the skillset he was trained for. While the monetary perks are nice, they're little more than a side benefit to Mason. What really matters is the challenge and the satisfaction from successfully executing a well-thought out plan.

Bio:
Once upon a time, there was a young lad growing up in a shithole town in the middle of nowhere of the Australian countryside. His family was poor, the town was dying, and he wanted out. The thing was, he wasn't exactly academically gifted enough for a decent college, and he knew it. No education, no prospects, no future. So a young Mason McKenzie took the only possible lifeline he saw and enlisted in the military the moment he graduated high school.

In the Australian Army, Mason found that the physical work soldiering entailed fit him more than anything he'd ever done before. Sports weren't enough of a thrill and didn't pose enough of a real risk in comparison, to say nothing of book learning. So he put his all into becoming a better soldier. Hell, he'd gone further than he'd ever thought, and applied for selection for the Special Air Service Regiment. Selection was undoubtedly the most grueling experience of his life up to that point, but Mason did manage to scrape through it, ending up an elite special forces operator.

The next few years were spent conducting operationss in warzones across the globe, as well as a number of hushed-up urban counter-terrorist missions domestically as well. However, Mason's career was cut short when a string of war crimes scandals rocked the regiment, ending with his entire squadron being disbanded even without most of the unit having taken part in the charges. Frustrated, bitter, and unwilling to return to the regular ranks, Mason left the military in protest.

He was back to square one. Now that Mason had served in the military for a decade, civilian life just felt boring in comparison. That, and he still didn't have many job prospects anyways. So he went back to what he knew. Mason had been on the verge of accepting a contract with a private military company when he'd recieved another, more lucrative offer instead. One of the other guys from his old unit had somehow gotten himself involved with a heist scheme, and the team needed more people. The target was an armored car carrying bank cash, and the job went off without a hitch. Still, the gang knew they couldn't stay in the country for long. So they moved operations to Europe.

Over the next half decade, Mason found himself in his element as he put his skills to use again, planning and conducting armed heists against a variety of targets. Still, he found himself frustrated with the quality of career criminal he was working with. Outside of his partner that had gotten him into the group in the first place, most of the others weren't up to Mason's standard, and it showed as the gang slowly started to dwindle, whether through being caught by law enforcement or getting wasted in shootouts with either cops or other criminals. And then his old friend got himself pinched. That was the last straw. The gang wasn't sustainable anymore, and Mason got the hell out of dodge. With Europe too risky to settle down in, and unwilling to return to Australia, Mason fled to America and settled down as best he could, buying land out in the boonies from a seller entirely willing to take cash.

And for the last year, Mason found himself bored out of his mind. Sure, buying and maintaining a veritable armory of assault weapons was satisfying enough, but he still found himself restless from lack of action. Still, he was in a foreign country yet again with no in to the regional crime network, which meant he had no way to launder any of his money or find a new crew. That was, until someone found him...

Skillset:
-Special Forces: A veteran operator with experience in all sorts of operations and areas of combat. Practically at home in a gunfight, and has the skills to match his experience.
-Physical Conditioning: In very good shape, and obsessively keeps himself in shape.
-Heist Experience: Is familiar enough with most sorts of heist work and security setups at this point to be able to contribute towards both the planning and execution of heists.
-CQC Specialist: At his best in close quarters, whether it be with firearms, melee weapons, or unarmed combat. Is an excellent choice for point man.
-Fieldcraft: Excellent stealth skills in both urban and natural terrain environments, honed from years of training and experience.

Phenomena:
N/A

Personal Equipment:
-Firearm loadout: Has a decent-sized collection of guns to choose from, typically carries a suppressed MK18 carbine with a suppressed USP45 as his sidearm.
-Night vision goggles
-Grenades: Frag, flash, smoke
-Combat knife
-Body armor: Plate carrier with ceramic SAPI plate inserts

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

As a big fan of both Payday and Shadowrun, I'm very interested. Will start working on a sheet.

-FV-

For a moment, Jin-Sun considered the merits of showing up to DIHOW in disguise. And then immediately shelved that idea, given how none of the rest of them were incognito. It wasn't worth burning a potential future identity to hide behind just for a few minutes of peace and quiet. Not that it'd work either, considering people would wonder who the literal who hanging out with the remainder of the Five was.

That didn't mean he didn't arrive stealthily, though. He went through most of the commute under a hologram disguise before stepping into a public restroom inside the tower as he neared the house of waffles. The stall door locked behind him, and he disengaged the Illusion Drive and activated his cloak instead, making the rest of the walk completely invisible.

He only bothered to uncloak when he found the table the others were at, sliding into the first available seat before disengaging his stealth.

"Yo. Thanks for saving me a spot." He gave a jaunty wave, pulling his phone out to pass the time, though not without glancing incredulously out the window at the sign of Kyouko modeling. Seriously, what the hell was she wearing? Was that what high schoolers were into these days? Christ...

When the waitress came, Jin-Sun spoke up right after Tian-Gui, already having decided on his order.

"Yeah, lemme get uhhh...an orange juice and the chicken and waffles, with the chicken in the extra spicy buffalo sauce, please. Oh, and another PGR skin code too, if you've got any left." He side-eyed Tian-Gui once his order was done.

"You never mentioned you played too. Figured you for Jogomon Go exclusively. How's your pull luck with that last banner?"

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1451/1490 SP:336/336

Attributes

HP – 880 (+150)
MP – 1200 (+50)
SP – 300 (+30)
STR – 50
AGI – 65
END – 60 (+5)
DEX – 50 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common
Antidotes: 1 common

...Why the hell were they here? Amulak had just been going with the flow of the rest of the group, but somehow that flow led them straight to the mobs they said they wouldn't kill for the snake lady. Not that he was opposed to more xp, but what was the point of coming here anyways with even less prospect of a reward? Who made this call?

Oh, well. Fuck it. Experience points were experience points.

"We focus fire one at time, or we burn them all down at once? Not sure what AoE rest of you have now." Amulak whispered in response to Raime and the rest of the group. "Can finally use necromancer shit now that we have corpses around, can probably draw some aggro off of us, yes?"

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1426/1490 SP:336/336

Attributes

HP – 880 (+150)
MP – 1200 (+50)
SP – 300 (+30)
STR – 50
AGI – 65
END – 60 (+5)
DEX – 50 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common
Antidotes: 1 common

Annnnnd there it was. Lew befriended snake anthro NPCs. Of course. Didn't explain why he was being so weird about it, but Stanislaw assumed the fucker was just larping really hard. Or, well, since they were in-game, just RPing.

Raime's chat provided an alternate explanation. Sure, Lew/Lugh could be brainwashed. It was certainly a possibility. But in his own mind, it was equally as likely the dramatic little clown was just putting on a show. Ugh.

The whole matter with the adult tracks didn't help, either. Unbeknowst to Amulak, his thoughts mirrored Klein's. What the fuck were they still doing here? They had xp and loot to grind for, damn it.

Amulak: At this point, I don't give a fuck what we do as long as we get some kind of xp or loot to make our time out here worth it. Unlike Lew, I'm not here just for the snake tits.

"Incentive is sounding good, yes." Juxtaposed with the fact that he was entirely capable of using perfect English in text, it was looking more and more likely that Amulak's heavy dialect and diction was put upon purely for shits and giggles.

"We risk own behinds for your benefit, is only fair we receive some kind of commensurate reward, yes? No one in world ever do something for free, unless it for family."

-FV-

"Sure, why not?" Jin-Sun shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he finished the last of his protein shake. "You're part of the crew, Mason, so don't worry about it. I'd be happy to meet your granddaughter."

He didn't have that many preparations to make without more detailed information, so a generalized loadout would have to do. And that wouldn't take particularly long at all. More than enough time to simply hang out and relax before the big mission. Damn, but did he miss that. After years of the whole..cyborg thing, the last time he'd gotten to just chill with the guys was probably back when he was just a PMC grunt. And before that was high school. Damn, but that was depressing. Back to the matter at hand.

"Karaoke and dinner sound good to me. Divey crap diner sounds even better, too. If we can't get the real deal in Shanhu, there's always Denny's International House of Waffles. I know everyone over the age of forty complains that it's worse than it was before the double buyout and triple merger, but it's still an option if we want a crappy diner."

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1401/1490 SP:336/336

Attributes

HP – 880 (+150)
MP – 1200 (+50)
SP – 300 (+30)
STR – 50
AGI – 65
END – 60 (+5)
DEX – 50 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common
Antidotes: 1 common

Amulak just sighed again, his level of mald decreasing ever so slowly. On the bright side, at least there wasn't anything seriously wrong with his good buddy. On the still fucking annoying side...

"Lew, the last time we see you, you throw huge bitchfit and cut all contact. No shit we were somewhat concerned." The necromancer groused, shaking his head. "In any case, you good now? Looks like you calm. If yes, sure, I'm good to do quest. Finally, can get some xp out of this shitshow of session."

He swapped to party chat, reading it over briefly before chiming in with a message of his own.

[Amulak]: the fucker's fine
[Amulak]: I dunno whether to be saltier at the NPC for sending us on a literal nothingburger quest or at Lew for being like this in the first place
[Amulak]: the last time we spoke to this clown he raged out for a minute about something none of us knew anything about and went dark
[Amulak]: fuck me

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:653/1030 MP:1376/1490 SP:336/336

Attributes

HP – 880 (+150)
MP – 1200 (+50)
SP – 300 (+30)
STR – 50
AGI – 65
END – 60 (+5)
DEX – 50 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common
Antidotes: 1 common

Oh for fuck's sake. They come all this way, go through multiple maps of bullshit, nearly get wiped by a high level player that just happened to be feeling nice enough to not actually kick their shit in, all to just find Lew chilling? God. Fucking. Damn it.

Amulak audibly groaned, letting Raime go on his tirade while he buried his face into one palm. Motherfucker.

Once Raime's spiel was finished, Amulak stepped up, just looking moderately irritated at this point.

"What Raime said." He said in an equally low tone, consciously avoiding trying to alert anything in the area by shouting. "Even fucking computer think you behave in way that something was wrong. Swear to God, next time this shit happens, we not following up on NPC request. What the fuck are you even doing here anyway? Look to me like you just sitting here, jacking off in field doing nothing."

-FV-

Jin-Sun leaned back in his chair, considering the options available to the Five at the moment. Body-modders and Luddite cults were an issue, to be sure, but both Yesterday's Promise and PSYBLOC seemed like greater threats. Given his history with the Thremonts, Yesterday's Promise would be his natural choice, but...

"As much as I'd like to say I want to tackle Yesterday's Promise, biased as I am, Runa's right. Magical situations are a bit out of our depth at the moment. Might have to expand this to the Final Six and find a magical specialist." He chuckled, folding his arms.

"I'm with Tian-Gui, though. PSYBLOC's a concern. I'm not saying the rest aren't potential threats at the moment, but that's all they are: potential. Nothing else here compares to ten thousand square miles just outright up and disappearing. In theory, we could split off into smaller groups to handle more of these threats at once, but I don't think that's such a good idea right now. Russia's a complete unknown, and going in blind with a reduced force could lead to disaster."