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ThatLostDudeNeil Vanderzee, a right cunt
Name: Neil Vanderzee
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hair: Short and dark brown, shaved up on the sides.
Eyes: Light blue.
Height: 6’0
Build: Tall and pretty muscular. Neil hits the gym and it shows. He has a fairly angular and sharp eyebrows.
Dress style: Anything he can be arsed to scoop off the floor. Often walks around in shirts and sweatpants.
Powers: //
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Background:
Neil’s early childhood wasn’t that bad. Relatively. He was raised by his single mother who didn’t have that much time for him and once or twice a month he saw his father, who he got along with alright.
Things went South around the age of thirteen. Neil fell into a group of bad friends. At that age it wasn’t too bad; they got into a lot of trouble and started smoking rather quickly, but that was about it.
The worse stuff came soon enough.
He was only sixteen when it turned out he’d done all sorts of bad things. His mother had hardly any time for her son by now and had no idea of what was going on. It was in that year that Neil was in a car crash. With a few older friends he went for a joyride and it went horribly wrong. They all survived, but one of them had severe brain damage afterwards and Neil’s arm was broken so terribly that it had to be removed.
He did not improve his life. It wasn’t easy, living with one arm, but he adapted. And slowly but surely he got used to it. He’d have been about seventeen when not only the entire thing was healed, but he was also used to it.
Despite that, there were quite some lows that year. Neil started experimenting with drugs, as he found he had a very hard time feeling even remotely motivated and good. Just after he’d turned eightteen, he was kicked out of school.
He didn’t feel like studying anymore and got a job in a small restaurant washing dishes.
The owner of the place had some shady business on the side and soon enough Neil did more for the man than just cleaning plates and glasses, like delivering drugs people ordered from the guy.
That was how he came into contact with a big name in the country’s underworld, a man named Akira, and for him Neil also did a thing or two. He didn’t see the harm in it and it earned well. That money was very tempting for Neil, who craved wealth and status.
This went on for about two years. Neil built a reputation as a guy who got shit done. He had to be ruthless and it wasn’t without danger, but he shaped up after his environment and he craved the thrill the work gave him.
However, Akira decided it was time to put some pressure on Neil, making sure he didn’t get any ideas. So he presented him with what seemed generous at first sight. A prosthetic arm. State of the art. The most advanced thing money could buy at that point. Programmable movements, sensors that allowed his muscles to control the thing, surprisingly lightweight and it even had voice recognition. Perfect.
But soon enough it turned out nothing was for free and he had to pay the thing back. On top of this, Akira hinted he’d have Neil killed if he tried to snitch.
The arm had cost endlessly more than what Neil could afford. He’d have to save up for years before he could repay this debt. And giving the arm back would likely be seen as a dangerous insult…
He realized damn well how dangerous this was and tried to run. This was punished ruthlessly by Akira, and for him this was mild. A man named Aryan, just as racist as he sounds, and a few of his guys got sent after Neil. They found him and beat him to within an inch of his life.
But, Akira stated, he wasn’t completely without mercy. If Neil kept working for him and did what he was told, this would be all. If he refused…
That, and he had six years to pay Akira back. It seemed long enough and Neil felt like he could do that.
But he was wrong. Very wrong. First of all Akira made sure Neil didn’t earn too much; the more Neil was indebted, the more manageable he was. And second of all; Neil had fallen into drug use himself as well. So at the end of the month there wasn’t much left for saving up.
The years went by. Neil’s drug use varied. Often he managed to stay clean for quite a while. He was sharp and had seen other boys go down the drain due to things like coke, heroin and meth, so he steered clear from the heavy weights.
Yet the money just wouldn’t grow.
And now the six years are almost over. And Neil is very, very desperate.
Skills:
Extra:
Appearance:
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hair: Short and dark brown, shaved up on the sides.
Eyes: Light blue.
Height: 6’0
Build: Tall and pretty muscular. Neil hits the gym and it shows. He has a fairly angular and sharp eyebrows.
Dress style: Anything he can be arsed to scoop off the floor. Often walks around in shirts and sweatpants.
Powers: //
Personality:
- Selfish
Usually, Neil plays for team Neil and team Neil alone. He’s not afraid to throw people under the bus and has done so several times already. Caring for others is, in fact, his achilles heel. It doesn’t happen often that someone gets under Neil’s skin enough for him to be willing to be selfless for them, but when it does happen he is willing to sacrifice others he cares less about for that one person. So, all in all still quite selfish. It’s also then that he becomes truly unpredictable. Neil knows how to survive on his own; once someone else enters that equation, things get out of hand and messy. - Survivor
Neil’s a pretty hardcore motherfucker when it comes to survival. He’s been through a fair bit, knows he is resilient and isn’t about to lie down and die anytime soon. - Cynical
The glass is half empty and truth be told; Neil isn’t happy. He rarely is. It’s usually while high that he feels best. Outside of that, not so much. - Witty
Neil has a razor sharp tongue and doesn’t hold back. His sense of humor can be pretty black as well. - Confident
He knows what he’s good at. He’s had his share of rough, shitty times and is of the opinion that’s it’s his turn now, that he’s more than justified in fighting for a better life, for freedom. - A few sprinkles of selfloathing
He also knows that when it comes down to it, Neil is a nobody. The sort of bloke no one gives a damn about. - Ruthless
He does what he has to do. If any guilt slips through the cracks, he’ll just drink it away.
Strengths:
- Surviving
- Manipulating
- Shooting
Weaknesses:
- Far from a functional human being
- Doesn’t always keep his word
- Pessimistic
Likes:
- Tequila
- Hiphop
- Kebab
- Feeling in control
Dislikes:
- Being ignored
- Needles
- Religion
- The damned prosthetic arm
Fears:
- Needles
- Akira’s wrath
- Real intimacy
- Losing all status
Background:
Neil’s early childhood wasn’t that bad. Relatively. He was raised by his single mother who didn’t have that much time for him and once or twice a month he saw his father, who he got along with alright.
Things went South around the age of thirteen. Neil fell into a group of bad friends. At that age it wasn’t too bad; they got into a lot of trouble and started smoking rather quickly, but that was about it.
The worse stuff came soon enough.
He was only sixteen when it turned out he’d done all sorts of bad things. His mother had hardly any time for her son by now and had no idea of what was going on. It was in that year that Neil was in a car crash. With a few older friends he went for a joyride and it went horribly wrong. They all survived, but one of them had severe brain damage afterwards and Neil’s arm was broken so terribly that it had to be removed.
He did not improve his life. It wasn’t easy, living with one arm, but he adapted. And slowly but surely he got used to it. He’d have been about seventeen when not only the entire thing was healed, but he was also used to it.
Despite that, there were quite some lows that year. Neil started experimenting with drugs, as he found he had a very hard time feeling even remotely motivated and good. Just after he’d turned eightteen, he was kicked out of school.
He didn’t feel like studying anymore and got a job in a small restaurant washing dishes.
The owner of the place had some shady business on the side and soon enough Neil did more for the man than just cleaning plates and glasses, like delivering drugs people ordered from the guy.
That was how he came into contact with a big name in the country’s underworld, a man named Akira, and for him Neil also did a thing or two. He didn’t see the harm in it and it earned well. That money was very tempting for Neil, who craved wealth and status.
This went on for about two years. Neil built a reputation as a guy who got shit done. He had to be ruthless and it wasn’t without danger, but he shaped up after his environment and he craved the thrill the work gave him.
However, Akira decided it was time to put some pressure on Neil, making sure he didn’t get any ideas. So he presented him with what seemed generous at first sight. A prosthetic arm. State of the art. The most advanced thing money could buy at that point. Programmable movements, sensors that allowed his muscles to control the thing, surprisingly lightweight and it even had voice recognition. Perfect.
But soon enough it turned out nothing was for free and he had to pay the thing back. On top of this, Akira hinted he’d have Neil killed if he tried to snitch.
The arm had cost endlessly more than what Neil could afford. He’d have to save up for years before he could repay this debt. And giving the arm back would likely be seen as a dangerous insult…
He realized damn well how dangerous this was and tried to run. This was punished ruthlessly by Akira, and for him this was mild. A man named Aryan, just as racist as he sounds, and a few of his guys got sent after Neil. They found him and beat him to within an inch of his life.
But, Akira stated, he wasn’t completely without mercy. If Neil kept working for him and did what he was told, this would be all. If he refused…
That, and he had six years to pay Akira back. It seemed long enough and Neil felt like he could do that.
But he was wrong. Very wrong. First of all Akira made sure Neil didn’t earn too much; the more Neil was indebted, the more manageable he was. And second of all; Neil had fallen into drug use himself as well. So at the end of the month there wasn’t much left for saving up.
The years went by. Neil’s drug use varied. Often he managed to stay clean for quite a while. He was sharp and had seen other boys go down the drain due to things like coke, heroin and meth, so he steered clear from the heavy weights.
Yet the money just wouldn’t grow.
And now the six years are almost over. And Neil is very, very desperate.
Skills:
- Manipulating and selling
- Shooting
Extra:
- He has a very advanced prosthetic left arm, starting at the shoulder.
- He has a few scars
- He drinks quite a lot, despite how expensive that is, but doesn’t really go to lavish parties. It’s just drinking things away.
- If he does appear at a party, it’s to sell.
- He’s managed to stay off of law enforcement’s radar surprisingly well.
- Through the years he’s been involved with Ketamine, meow meow and very briefly mdma. His addictions have never gotten too crazy, but the cravings are definitely still there. He’s especially sensitive towards uppers, as he often flat out craves the cheery feeling. These days he mostly smokes weed every now and again when the stress is just too much.
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