Birth name: Joseph Augustus Corteza Vegallo Lara. Nick names: El Commendante V, Corto Negro, Mr Vegas,Current Alias: Mr. Vegas
Human Or Android: Humam
Affiliation: Freelancer but have known connections to Colombian Cartels (mostly dead ones,) The CIA, FBI, SCPD, KINGS KREW amongst others. Known powerbroker and general shit talker.
Not to tall but broad as barn. Mr Vegas is stands 5'7 tall, weighs 200 pounds. He is old, and it is not all muscle. But its far from all flab. He is strong, surprisingly healthy for a man who has lived the life that he has. His eyes are connected to the VMNC unit in his brain and thus have small, miniscule blue threads that can be seen under his retinas. His hair gray and his hairline is receding slowly but surely. His face and forehead is full of the wrinkles of old age. He is still however a man who commands respect, because there is something incredibly rugged about the mans exterior.
Joseph Augustus corteza was born to a poot famil in the Colombian slums. Already at a early age did he fall into the wrong type of crowds. People who had money, but no morals. He began running packages at the age of 8, by the age of 10 he was already packing a gun. His parents knew wher the money came from but were to afraid to act. What else could they do but pray? The Colombian mafia at the time were unstoppable.
Luckily for young Joseph he was faster thn the police and the rival gangs most of the times. He survived on grit and ruthless determinations. Scratching his way up the ranks from “hopper” to Corner boy and from Corner boy to Lieutenant. By the age of 20, he was wanted for 2 charges of theft, numerous drug related charges and two cases of attempted murder. His final punsihmnt was 45 years of prison. Of those he only ever served 2 before a complex abuse of penal system exempted him on all but 2 drug charges. The moment he hit the streets however, he began to reconsider his stance in life. Only four months later he became invovled with the FARC guerilla.
He was never a strong combatant, Instead he was interested in the use of military enhancements, and became something of a rigger. But he also stood out a great spy for the FARC's as he didn’t officially move with the paramilitary group. Instead he became El Commendante to many, a man who planned and helped direct attacks against numerous government friendly targets. But with the drug trade loosing its grip on unoffical economy and the FARCs increasingly civil approach to politics he knew his goldmine was running out. He fled, with the help of a CIA agent he had . In turn he betrayed thee locations of several cartel stashes and officers to the government and the CIA. He himself was allowed to resettle in Chicago under supervision. But when the Second Civil War broke out in America fbi could n olonger spare men to supervise him and Vegas wetn underground, working on building highly illegal modifications to varius cybernetic limbs and parts.
When the singularity Rebuilding had finally completed, Vegas opened a bar that is now a legit hub for different factions. Consdiered something of a neutral place, Vegas uses his wits and his charming Andrid bodyguard to keep the peace inside his walls. He has run it ever since.
Misc: Virtual Memory Neuro-Chip (VMNC-023 SSS model) installed to let him store visual and auditory data for later use.