Nelson Alex Gregory

Human

American

31

Male

Heterosexual

Simple citizen, works as a hired gun in the criminal underworld.



Light Brown.

Brown.

Height:6'2"
Weight: 187lbs

Nelson is typically a very casual person who wears normal attire although he mostly wears a pair of blue jeans, black leather shoes with white socks that lay underneath them, a brown shirt and a wool sweater.

• .32 Semi-Automatic, Pulse-Rifle (he doesn't obviously carry with him but is hidden in his apartment).
• .62 Military Issue Plasma-Sniper Rifle (also has hidden in his apartment) with suppressor.
• .45 Military Issue Pulse-Pistol.
• .22 Small pistol.
• Three long daggers he keeps hidden under his clothing.
• Swiss Army Knife.
• Wallet with ID and a small wad of cash.

• Fine Marksman
• Lean chest with a hard biceps and abs that are unusually big from the augmentations he received as a soldier.

• Short-term hallucinations that come and go.
• Painful headaches that ring with an immense pang that come once and a while.

The genetic augmentations lengthened Nelson's physical abilities as he can easily sprint more than five miles before being winded and has the strength of three men.

Being a soldier, Nelson was given a small dose of a concoction which augmented his sight and have yielded him the ability to see in the dark on top of being able to hit targets with unmatched precision to those who are not also given the same augmentation. He is also remarkibly strong due to these enhancements but has hallucinations because of them.



Throughout most of his early life, Nelson was known as a very temperamental child who learned to repress his outbursts as he grew older into young adulthood were subtle traits still remained somewhat intact. Despite this, he is a very sensitive person with an implosive personality, one that can break down a seemingly "tough person" after long moments of bleak despair. Outside, he seems to be a very calm and well-tempered person albeit not someone you would want to mess with, especially when he's drunk.


Despite being a emotionally distressed person from the plagues of war, Nelson can mask himself very well under stress. It was an affinity obtained overtime throughout his life and was built to a seemingly better mask as he became exposed to war. He bursts whenever there are no people around, like a bottle that bursts from too much pressure, anxiety and unsavory memories or experiences have a way of bursting from him every now and again. Those who know him, know to keep away from him whenever he has such an outburst.


Nelson can easily regain his memories of the old world before the prompt wars began around 2076 which ultimately changed the western world. Fond memories of early childhood, in a world at the peak of a technological renaissance who was the second born child of a middle class in the eastern portion of the United States of New York. A city which once lay on the illustrious American eastern shores of the Atlantic Ocean and served as a pinnacle at the peak of innovation. The city during that time was a superpower compared to what it once was many years beforehand.

New York was larger as the streets were filled with luminous which scream with progressive technical achievement which marked the coming of a new age. The wars, however, managed to put a halt to this age of attainment with the wars that sparked in 2076 when he was nine. The first few conflicts were nothing more than border attacks on the regions far away from any danger that the people of the United Kingdom of America. Finally, at the age of 18, Nelson had a chance to prove his merit as a soldier rather than go to college as the war progressed and became worse as time passed. Filled with passion and the desire of prove himself, Nelson eagerly waited to enter the battlefield as a soldier after harsh training, but war can be a setting so deceptively propagated to such eager young men awaiting to also prove themselves in battle and it is easy to think of bravery during wartime behind city walls of a well governed portion of the region.

It was during that war however, that Nelson would realize the uncompromising spoils and temerity of war that would drive the heart of this boy into a darker variation of himself. Even after the pre-war training from the bootcamp and the genetic augmentations which improved his physical abilities did he find himself to helpless. Never before in his life did he ever feel so strong and yet so very unsettled or insecure in such harsh conditions. The endless raids of French and Italian forces, the bombardment of mortar sounds that could easily blow an entire building full of an entire company, the screams of bullets passing through his head only to maliciously strike his comrades around him, and the screams or shrieks of innocent children who stood in the way of them. The unrelenting cascade of temerity, killing nearly all of those during the war and it would only get worse from there on.

Fortunately, Nelson was on leave for a few months as news rang about a clone project were at hand which would be man's attempt to preserve the human race, should it ever fall into the hands of men who would turn the world into cinder. Unfortunately however, mankind's worst fear had finally come true, as what was left of the old world was changed significantly after the devastating wars although quite not as devastating as thought. The clones were finally launched, refilling the gaps which were lost during the war. For Nelson, however, it was one of greatest tragedies of his life as most of his family died while he was at leave, trying to protect the innocent by securing them in large bunkers. When they exited, they had only what remained of the grand city-ruins and the clones to greet them.

Nelson would soon later abstain from his life in the military and chose rather, a life as a criminal in the underworld, a hired gun now that no government was implemented at that time. His skills as a former soldier and his augmentations would serve him well as a hitman and would build him a reputation worthy enough for a decent pay. Like most soldiers during that time, Nelson was given a small injection of a genetic augmentation that could no be passed down to his children (if he were to have any). Unfortunately, it had it's backfires and over the years, Nelson often can see moments of his life vividly that haunted his mind and is therefore prone to hallucinations because of his experiences and the aftermath of the medications as he is sometimes seen talking nonsense to himself. Today, he is known as a man who lives a life of practicality and blunt humor, hidden behind his facade of charm and wit with an impractical management to heal that broken part of himself. When he is not doing jobs by night, the part time gunslinger is often seen in a bar, usually at the light of the party among other criminals who seem to admire him for his abilities to use his gun with excellent precision in the outer portion of the cities.