Submitted for approval:

Caesar Gonzalez [+]

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Character Summary

Name: Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez
Aliases: El Jefe, Papi, Sir
Age: 65
Birthday: May 16
Ethnicity: Mexicano
Birth Place: Monterrey, Chihuahua, Mexico
Apartment Number: The Regal Building, Sublevel (1D)
Gender: Male. Quite.
Major/Minor: None/None
Occupation: Owner/Operator: Machete Security Solutions, Former Federale Commandant, retired
Languages: English, Spanish (both fluent)

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165
Build: Intimidating, Venerable
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, long
Skin Tone: Worn Leather
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes.
Personal Style: Flat toe engineer boots, cargo pants, wide leather belt with silver buckle, Smiley boxers, Leather biker vest, Black long coat, Studded leather bracers, Large black bandanna.

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Psychology

Driven * Volatile * Protective * Intimidating

Sexuality: Hypermasculine
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Caesar is a frightening man, the likes of which should only be allowed around polite folk in dire emergencies. If he's anywhere in public, the shit has officially hit the fan and it's best to duck and cover before you get any on you. Or through you. Or ripped out of you. Did I mention that he's a very frightening man?

He does have a soft side, or more accurately, a less hard side - he is loyal, protective, and actually a good, decent man. His "Boondock Santos" mentality drives him to "destroy that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish". Another bit; he has a daughter. Caesar simultaneously is overprotective and fully confident in her ability to kick much ass and take many names.

El Jefe is obsessively driven to complete any task of worth to which he sets himself, particularly if it involves tequila or gratuitous violence. He is the confident alpha-male who strolls through life, scarred and tattooed, accumulating horrifying stories of bloodshed and turmoil while carving more and more notches into his proverbial bedpost. This may explain why he is attracted to twisted women.

Caesar Gonzalez, if I have not mentioned previously, is a very frightening man.

Habits: Growling, Staring
Hobbies: Honing his collection of sharp things, and Fùtbol.
Fears:

• Losing his daughter
• Being weak
• Running out of alcohol

Likes:

• Fùtbol
• Sharp Things
• Booze
• Fighting
• Motorcycles
• Bird Watching

Dislikes:

• Lazy Folk
• Bigots
• Drug Dealers
• People Fucking With His Hair
• Men Flirting With His Daughter
• Down Time

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Stealth
• Security Tech
• Motorcycle
• Helicopter
• Seek The Guilty (Investigation/Surveillance)

Combat Skills:

• Edged Weapons
• Thrown Weapons
• Pistols
• Shotguns
• Advanced Fisticuffs

What Is On Your Person:

• Knife
• Knife
• H&K USP .45 (12 round capacity)
• Extra Clip .45
• Large Gentleman's Flask, filled with fine tequila, inside vest pocket over his heart
• Satellite Phone (encrypted, lots of spiffy apps)
• Credentials (Corpsec, Federale (Ret), Weapon Permits)
• Wallet (on chain, containing containing $1000 cash, 3 credit cards (platinum), Corporate Debit Card (for business expenses, 50K limit)
• Keys
• Zippo

Apartment:

• Machete (x4)
• Knife Collection
• Remington Sawed Off 12 gauge (pistol grip, swivel hip holster)
• Bandoleer of 50 shells
• Alternate IDs and credentials, passports, etc.
• Ballistic Vest
• H&K USP .45 (4 extra clips)
• Stash of really, really, really good alcohol
• Tres Chic Wardrobe, various
• Laptop, TOTL
• Harley-Davidson Scorpion Reverse Trike, Custom

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History

What Brings You To The City:
Caesar’s company, Machete Security Solutions, is in the process of expanding farther into California markets. A bit more grassroots than his usual national or international business practices, but the fact remains that he cannot maintain optimal information networking, nor provide adequate cover for operations (legitimate or illegitimate) without multiple contracts and holdings in multiple locations worldwide. The stable income for the company is a welcome addition, as well.

His daughter, Alicia, made initial contact, owing to her (optionally) less abrasive social skills. She has done excellent work, setting up shop for the past year as he remained in their last holding in Seattle. Caesar followed six months after, procured temporary housing, and is considering the move the proper venue for a well earned, long term sabbatical. And make life interesting for his daughter.

Hoping to keep a relatively low profile, he did not arrive in force, appearing to most as a more mature version of himself from decades past.

Life Before You Moved In:
Much of Caesar's history has been redacted, owing to the classified nature of his work. What is known about him, in fact and unconfirmed rumor, can be summed up thusly:

Ceasar Hannibal Gonzalez began his career as an officer of the Policia Judicial Federal. He racked up a hell of a reputation, ascending the ranks quickly because of his brutal but effective methodology in dealing with people deemed untouchable or above the law. Eventually, he became a Commandant, training many under him to work as an intimidating, result producing unit.

This continued for quite some time, until he was approached by a cartel. Caesar refused to be bribed off like so many other Federale Agents and Commanders. Instead, he went to war. (Insert blood, blood, more blood, carnage, betrayal, drugs, money, yet more blood, betrayal, lots of explosions, and multiple limb removal, etc.)

Disgusted by the whole situation, Caesar retired from the Mexican Federal Police. In his opinion, it was too corrupted by the drug cartels to be useful to its people anymore, a hypocritical organization feeding upon itself. Instead, he emigrated to the United States to work with the DEA (and occasionally FBI/CIA), taking on jobs they deemed too dangerous to send in one of their own, or to have plausible deniability of their involvement. These people, though assholes in their own right, seemed to actually be interested in doing harm to the cartels. And it sated his desire for violence. He remained a part-time government asset, based out of San Antonio, Texas.

In this time, he married a Senorita Maria Santiago. They had a baby girl, Alicia. Very shortly thereafter, he liquidated his holdings and founded Machete Security Solutions, a private security firm made up of former military, law enforcement, retired Federal agents, and the like. He even trained a cadre of his own men from scratch, including his little Alicia, to act as his go-to people. They took contracts in many global hotspots, took jobs with corporate security, bodyguarding, and the like, including some unofficial and grey market contracts with various government agencies.

Caesar spread his badassery worldfuckingwide.

He moved his family and his business away from the desert and into the foothills of Appalachia; Chattanooga, TN. The proper infrastructure was in place, land was relatively cheap, not too close and not too far away from first-strike targets if the shit really hit the fan. He put his girl into college, despite much bitching from her end. Business ran well, clandestine and above board. He even sought professional help for his mindnumbing anger issues; his therapist recommended taking up bird watching as a means to channel his more aggressive energies into something more relaxing. Shortly after, the good doctor took his own life. The official coroner's report listed cause of death as: "Lobotomy via Garden Weasel, Self Inflicted". There was some professional disagreement concerning the findings.

Caesar kept the books, and actually got around to watching birds.

Life Since You Moved In:
Since moving in, Caesar has admittedly looked into the professional assets in play in Justice, CA. This is mostly as a hobby than a true pursuance. He trusts his daughter’s experience and judgment, no matter what he may let on. No, it is more accurate to say that he wishes to keep a physical presence near new acquisitions and keep abreast of the latest changes to his company and the industry. Alicia is the future of Machete Security Solutions. Unless an active operation is in play, or some old-school violence is necessary, Caesar is content to allow her, and her associate, Lorna, to handle day-to-day activities of the company. His biggest responsibility is approving financial allotments.

As he is technically on sabbatical, Caesar spends most of his time figuring out how to best get into trouble next. Much of that trouble revolves around meddling in Alicia’s life, whether she is aware of it or not. And drinking. And fighting. And generally enjoying what Justice, California has to offer.

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Extras

Character Quote:
"El Jefe improvises..."
"You just fucked with the wrong Mexican."
"You know what? I'll do it. Just tell me how badly you want him beaten."

Theme Song:


Dirty Little Secret: Actually does like bird watching.
Anything Else:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659

"El Jefe improvises..."

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Alicia Gonzalez [+]

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Character Summary

Name: Alicia Maria Juanita Sophia Gonzalez
Aliases: Alice, Taco Belle
Age: 29
Birthday: July 12th
Ethnicity: Mexican American
Birth Place: San Antonio Texas
Apartment Number: 2D - Sublevel of The Rose Building
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Information Systems Security/ Cyber Security
Occupation: Security Specialist - Chief Operating Officer - Machete Security Services
Languages: English/Spanish

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Appearance

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 133lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Arabesque
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears Pierced - Tats; Taco Bell logo on her right butt cheek, sugar skull at the base of her skull, bullet would scar on her right calk, round scar from an ice pick above her left breast
Personal Style: Alicia is all about comfort and range of motion no matter what she is wearing. Jeans and T-shirts, work boots. This is her usual wear unless she is meeting a potential client on behalf of her fathers business or in the field itself.

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Psychology

Adaptable * Rude * Vivacious * Blunt

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Alicia comes off as a bit of a hardass much of the time. She is a quick wit and rather blunt when she talks usually in the form of a sarcastic comment. She really doesn't care who she ticks off but isn't cruel about things when she speaks.

An adaptable woman to say the least, which has kept her alive and she lives to live; not to just keep going through the daily motions so many get bogged down in. She, while a bit brash, is usually the first one to crack a joke or call for a round of drinks; even if there is no bar around. One of the guys, she does not have a feminine side persay. When asked why not she will usually respond with "Ain't no one got time for that shit."
Habits: Biting Her Nails, Giving Dirty Looks
Hobbies: Soccer, Cleaning her weapons
Fears:

• Running out of hot sauce
• Her Papi Dying
• Getting Dolled UP

Likes:

• Shooting
• Fighting
• Putting People Down
• Drinking
• Cards
• Driving
• Soccer
• Boxing
• Hot Chocolate

Dislikes:

• Lazy Folk
• Bigots
• Cold Weather
• Rain
• Holing Still
• Being Held Up By Poor Planners
• Salt and Vinegar Chips

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Breaking And Entering
• Security Systems
• Computers
• Negotiations
• Hacking

Combat Skills:

• High Speed Driving
• Pistols
• Close Quarter Combat
• Improvised Explosives
• Assault Rifles

What Is On Your Person:

• Current Clothing - Tank top, worn blue jeans, leather jacket, gold chain with Santa Muerte pendant, black pearl stud earrings, leather wrist band, hemp necklace
• Wallet - ID, credit cards, cash, photo of parents, insurance cards, open carry license, company ID's
• Passport
• Switch blade
• Deck of Cards, nearly worn out
• Chapstick
• Keys - Apartment, Work, Various Sites her company works for
• Sig Sauer Pro - .357 - Full Magazine
• Belt holster for Sig
• Cell Phone

Apartment:

• Desk Top
• Noise Generator
• M24 SwS - Broken down in case - kept in apartment when she is at home, in her car trunk when she is out and about.
• Electronics Tool Kit
• Lock Pick Tool Kit
• Work Gear
• Work Files - Hard Copies
• Punching Bag
• Lap Top
• Extra Ammo
• 1971 Jensen Interceptor Custom

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History

What Brings You To The City: Alicia was put in charge of operations for her fathers company some time ago and they are now branching out to the west coast. After setting up a division in Seattle she packed her bags and went onto her next assignment - Justice California. She has been there close to a year now and is enjoying the sun and fun. Until something happens she is very content just working here.

Life Before You Moved In: Life for Alicia was anything but typical growing up. While most little girls were being given Barbie Dolls and Rainbow Brite figures; her father gave her knives, cherry bombs, and combat boots. Granted her mother tried to girl things up, a lot of pink but it didn't do much good. Alicia was the daughter and only child of a man that was a walking stereo type for the Federale back in Mexico. Something he never really lost after coming to the states. As far as she was concerned her father was a god among men and there was no changing her opinion on the matter.

Despite protests from Mama, Alicia was tagging along with her father during breaks from school all over the world from the time she could walk and learning the security profession. She recalls hearing her parents bickering one night about how it was too dangerous for her to be going out with him. Her Papi said something along the lines of "Death knows better than to fuck with my Mi'ja" - that was the end of that. Alicia took pride in what her father said, he was a god in her mind and while he was hard and cold to most to her he was just a big teddy bear and her best friend. He was nothing but fluff and cuddles and doted over her every want.

Even with all the traveling, Alicia did well in school and had a group of close friends. There were basically an anti-gang squad of their own making. While the idea behind the group was a good one, her methods were perhaps not so Soccer Mom friendly - getting into a lot of fights and things usually ending in a very bloody manner. Alicia would try talking first but some people just do not listen and things would get heated. She ended up spending time in juvi for bashing a guys head in with a lead pipe when a fight broke out after he refused to stop selling drugs on her turf. The manslaughter charges were eventually dropped and her record was stripped clean - She suspects Papi had something to do with that.

Once she graduated high school she was ready to join her father full time but for once her father was having none of that. Wanting better for his daughter than he had when he was her age. She ended up at the University of Maryland and fours years of High Born East Coast education later she graduated with honors; the first in her family to even attend college. Yet even with all the education under her belt now and a proud family standing behind her ready to see what she would do with her life she still ended up with her papi working as his right hand. Education be damned, she was not about to sit behind a desk the rest of her life dealing with idiots who couldn't understand that they really shouldn't open the attachment file in the email from Bigger Endowments R US!

Since then she has been working with her father, helping to upgrade the procedures and computers of the company and bring them into the new age. The company still uses old school tactics but having some younger newer blood in the mix has livened the place up and has garnered even more business. Branches are slowly being open here and there and Alicia is loving it.

Life Since You Moved In: The last year has been nothing but grins and giggles for Alicia. She moved into an old style brown stone, set up another branch for her father and even has made some contacts in town - things are looking better than ever and she cannot wait to see what tomorrow holds - especially since she feels she is holding all the cards.

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Extras

Character Quote: Fork over the hot sauce and no one gets hurt
Theme Song: AC/DC - Thunderstruck
Dirty Little Secret: She once killed a man by choking him on battery acid
Anything Else: Dos Trouble Makers Colab

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Anything Else:

From my Warcraft RP [+]

As the young maid ran into the alleyway to be confronted by the Ghoul, her brother clutching her skirts, she suddenly screamed in terror. An explosion of fire wreathed the alleyway in flame, and the maid uncovered her eyes to see the ghoul scorched and dead. Behind its smoldering remains was a dashing young man with his palm out, in darkly colored robes she would think befit a noble. In truth they were his standard Dalaran robes, and they had seen better days. So had the young man.

Nathoric grimaced from the heat, and wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. "Abominations" he breathed in disgust, and pointed towards the door at their left. "Get inside, quickly!" he ordered her. She didn't need to be asked twice, even lifting her younger brother up and lugging him inside. As they passed him, he could see more clearly towards the mouth of the alley, and the ghouls streaming across the town, ravaging the last remnants of the footmen. Just my luck. I left the cooking pot and fell into the fire. I'll never make to Andorhall at this rate. Still, there was something about this town that tugged at his mage sight. Something elusive... If he lived he'd investigate further.

He began preparing his most devastating spells as he moved forward toward the fray, ready to burst out of the alley with fire and frost and arcane magic. In truth he wasn't that powerful of a mage, even if his magical repertoire and power had increased significantly from surviving through the destruction of the Capital city and its outer lying villages. When he had traveled earlier, he'd only met small packs of Ghouls either licking their wounds or in the midst of combat with ragged humans. The force he saw streaming past him was a wave of enemies unlike any he'd yet seen. Still, he had survived so far.

The screams of the dying was still mingled with the yells of combat, though they were now much much quieter. Was only one man still alive? No, two men. A younger man and an older, more boisterous fellow. Not about to ask questions, he stepped out into the wider streets. Arcane first, he ordered himself. Purple tendrils of energy arced out of his fingers and struck ghoul after ghoul, knocking down and damaging more than killing them, though 5 lay dead to his satisfaction. Dammit, not enough. He quickly slammed his palms together in a clap, yelling out an arcane word of power in unison. Another explosion of fire rolled over the damaged Ghouls in a wave, and he didn't stick around to fight the rest of the horde, making his way over to the two men and the... quite attractive woman. Where had she come from? He sensed something about her he could not quite put his finger on.

"Well met." he said, and realized just how tired he was from his magic and travels when even speaking out of combat made him want to fall over and catch his breath. "Is there a position we can defend ourselves in or is this it?"

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Submitted for approval:

Caesar Gonzalez [+]

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Character Summary

Name: Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez
Aliases: El Jefe, Papi, Sir
Age: 65
Birthday: May 16
Ethnicity: Mexicano
Birth Place: Monterrey, Chihuahua, Mexico
Apartment Number: The Regal Building, Sublevel (1D)
Gender: Male. Quite.
Major/Minor: None/None
Occupation: Owner/Operator: Machete Security Solutions, Former Federale Commandant, retired
Languages: English, Spanish (both fluent)

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165
Build: Intimidating, Venerable
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, long
Skin Tone: Worn Leather
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes.
Personal Style: Flat toe engineer boots, cargo pants, wide leather belt with silver buckle, Smiley boxers, Leather biker vest, Black long coat, Studded leather bracers, Large black bandanna.

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Psychology

Driven * Volatile * Protective * Intimidating

Sexuality: Hypermasculine
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Caesar is a frightening man, the likes of which should only be allowed around polite folk in dire emergencies. If he's anywhere in public, the shit has officially hit the fan and it's best to duck and cover before you get any on you. Or through you. Or ripped out of you. Did I mention that he's a very frightening man?

He does have a soft side, or more accurately, a less hard side - he is loyal, protective, and actually a good, decent man. His "Boondock Santos" mentality drives him to "destroy that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish". Another bit; he has a daughter. Caesar simultaneously is overprotective and fully confident in her ability to kick much ass and take many names.

El Jefe is obsessively driven to complete any task of worth to which he sets himself, particularly if it involves tequila or gratuitous violence. He is the confident alpha-male who strolls through life, scarred and tattooed, accumulating horrifying stories of bloodshed and turmoil while carving more and more notches into his proverbial bedpost. This may explain why he is attracted to twisted women.

Caesar Gonzalez, if I have not mentioned previously, is a very frightening man.

Habits: Growling, Staring
Hobbies: Honing his collection of sharp things, and Fùtbol.
Fears:

• Losing his daughter
• Being weak
• Running out of alcohol

Likes:

• Fùtbol
• Sharp Things
• Booze
• Fighting
• Motorcycles
• Bird Watching

Dislikes:

• Lazy Folk
• Bigots
• Drug Dealers
• People Fucking With His Hair
• Men Flirting With His Daughter
• Down Time

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Stealth
• Security Tech
• Motorcycle
• Helicopter
• Seek The Guilty (Investigation/Surveillance)

Combat Skills:

• Edged Weapons
• Thrown Weapons
• Pistols
• Shotguns
• Advanced Fisticuffs

What Is On Your Person:

• Knife
• Knife
• H&K USP .45 (12 round capacity)
• Extra Clip .45
• Large Gentleman's Flask, filled with fine tequila, inside vest pocket over his heart
• Satellite Phone (encrypted, lots of spiffy apps)
• Credentials (Corpsec, Federale (Ret), Weapon Permits)
• Wallet (on chain, containing containing $1000 cash, 3 credit cards (platinum), Corporate Debit Card (for business expenses, 50K limit)
• Keys
• Zippo

Apartment:

• Machete (x4)
• Knife Collection
• Remington Sawed Off 12 gauge (pistol grip, swivel hip holster)
• Bandoleer of 50 shells
• Alternate IDs and credentials, passports, etc.
• Ballistic Vest
• H&K USP .45 (4 extra clips)
• Stash of really, really, really good alcohol
• Tres Chic Wardrobe, various
• Laptop, TOTL
• Harley-Davidson Scorpion Reverse Trike, Custom

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History

What Brings You To The City:
Caesar’s company, Machete Security Solutions, is in the process of expanding farther into California markets. A bit more grassroots than his usual national or international business practices, but the fact remains that he cannot maintain optimal information networking, nor provide adequate cover for operations (legitimate or illegitimate) without multiple contracts and holdings in multiple locations worldwide. The stable income for the company is a welcome addition, as well.

His daughter, Alicia, made initial contact, owing to her (optionally) less abrasive social skills. She has done excellent work, setting up shop for the past year as he remained in their last holding in Seattle. Caesar followed six months after, procured temporary housing, and is considering the move the proper venue for a well earned, long term sabbatical. And make life interesting for his daughter.

Hoping to keep a relatively low profile, he did not arrive in force, appearing to most as a more mature version of himself from decades past.

Life Before You Moved In:
Much of Caesar's history has been redacted, owing to the classified nature of his work. What is known about him, in fact and unconfirmed rumor, can be summed up thusly:

Ceasar Hannibal Gonzalez began his career as an officer of the Policia Judicial Federal. He racked up a hell of a reputation, ascending the ranks quickly because of his brutal but effective methodology in dealing with people deemed untouchable or above the law. Eventually, he became a Commandant, training many under him to work as an intimidating, result producing unit.

This continued for quite some time, until he was approached by a cartel. Caesar refused to be bribed off like so many other Federale Agents and Commanders. Instead, he went to war. (Insert blood, blood, more blood, carnage, betrayal, drugs, money, yet more blood, betrayal, lots of explosions, and multiple limb removal, etc.)

Disgusted by the whole situation, Caesar retired from the Mexican Federal Police. In his opinion, it was too corrupted by the drug cartels to be useful to its people anymore, a hypocritical organization feeding upon itself. Instead, he emigrated to the United States to work with the DEA (and occasionally FBI/CIA), taking on jobs they deemed too dangerous to send in one of their own, or to have plausible deniability of their involvement. These people, though assholes in their own right, seemed to actually be interested in doing harm to the cartels. And it sated his desire for violence. He remained a part-time government asset, based out of San Antonio, Texas.

In this time, he married a Senorita Maria Santiago. They had a baby girl, Alicia. Very shortly thereafter, he liquidated his holdings and founded Machete Security Solutions, a private security firm made up of former military, law enforcement, retired Federal agents, and the like. He even trained a cadre of his own men from scratch, including his little Alicia, to act as his go-to people. They took contracts in many global hotspots, took jobs with corporate security, bodyguarding, and the like, including some unofficial and grey market contracts with various government agencies.

Caesar spread his badassery worldfuckingwide.

He moved his family and his business away from the desert and into the foothills of Appalachia; Chattanooga, TN. The proper infrastructure was in place, land was relatively cheap, not too close and not too far away from first-strike targets if the shit really hit the fan. He put his girl into college, despite much bitching from her end. Business ran well, clandestine and above board. He even sought professional help for his mindnumbing anger issues; his therapist recommended taking up bird watching as a means to channel his more aggressive energies into something more relaxing. Shortly after, the good doctor took his own life. The official coroner's report listed cause of death as: "Lobotomy via Garden Weasel, Self Inflicted". There was some professional disagreement concerning the findings.

Caesar kept the books, and actually got around to watching birds.

Life Since You Moved In:
Since moving in, Caesar has admittedly looked into the professional assets in play in Justice, CA. This is mostly as a hobby than a true pursuance. He trusts his daughter’s experience and judgment, no matter what he may let on. No, it is more accurate to say that he wishes to keep a physical presence near new acquisitions and keep abreast of the latest changes to his company and the industry. Alicia is the future of Machete Security Solutions. Unless an active operation is in play, or some old-school violence is necessary, Caesar is content to allow her, and her associate, Lorna, to handle day-to-day activities of the company. His biggest responsibility is approving financial allotments.

As he is technically on sabbatical, Caesar spends most of his time figuring out how to best get into trouble next. Much of that trouble revolves around meddling in Alicia’s life, whether she is aware of it or not. And drinking. And fighting. And generally enjoying what Justice, California has to offer.

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Extras

Character Quote:
"El Jefe improvises..."
"You just fucked with the wrong Mexican."
"You know what? I'll do it. Just tell me how badly you want him beaten."

Theme Song:


Dirty Little Secret: Actually does like bird watching.
Anything Else:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659

"El Jefe improvises..."

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Joseph Cooper [+]

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Joseph Cooper

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Character Summary

Name: Joseph Cooper
Aliases: Tank
Age: 27
Birthday: June 11th, 1989
Ethnicity: Cajun (with Latin or NA ancestry. Isn't sure himself)
Birth Place: Jacksonville, Florida
Apartment Number:
Gender: M
Major/Minor:N/A
Occupation: Detective
Languages: English, Russian

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Appearance

Height: 6 feet
Weight: 170 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Deep scar on his lower abdomen from a knife fight. Bullet wound on his shoulder from when a jealous girlfriend shot him.
Personal Style: Baggy pants, button up shirt, dark green jacket when it's cold out. Marel shoes.

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Psychology

Confident * Irresponsible * Charming * Roguish

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Yeah right
Personality: Joseph's mind is meticulous and sharp. He often takes his time to observe his surroundings, despite quickly scanning a surrounding area to be second nature to him by now. He has a mind that works like a criminal, and to be honest he is proud of it. He still has some class though, enjoying Jazz music, fine food, and smooth talking. This guy will talk you into putting a second mortgage on your house so he can borrow some cash.

Behind his smooth and cool exterior is a very troubled man. He gets very anxious around peaceful people, preferring to mess with them than have them be content. He has nightmares of fights and shootings, which is odd to him because he almost welcomes them when he is awake. Probably because he doesn't feel in control in his dreams. Life often doesn't bother him, no matter what happens. It's his mind in the dark hours of the night that hurts. He's not heartless, but he's out for himself, and he won't take being played with.

Habits: Leaning on walls. Playing with a toothpick in his mouth. Will toss a ball around when he is bored.
Hobbies: Scoping out places, for gang activities or women.
Fears:

• Becoming an addict like his mom
• Being caught for the murder of his partner
• Knocking a woman up

Likes: 6 minimal

• Kicking ass
• Flirting
• TV
• Driving
• Good food
• Cool music
• Sci Fi, Action, and Gang series/movies/books/games
• Tossing baseball/tennis balls when bored.

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Drug addicts
• Douchebags
• People in Authority
• Pop music (some can be catchy, not that he'd admit it.)
• Romance
• Littering

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Charismatic negotiating
• Investigatory/Police skills
• Free Running
• Strategic Thinker
• Dirty Thinker (how criminals work, not what you're thinking. Get your head out of the gutter)
• Dirty Thinker (just what you'd expect)
• Motor Bike Driving
• Small Vehicle Driving (Truck, MiniVan, Car)
• Gang Hangouts
• City Knowledge
• Criminal acts (such as breaking and entering, pick pocketing, lying with a straight face, hot wiring a car).
• Chemistry

Combat Skills:

• Wing Chun (took age 18-20)
• Jeet Kune Do (took age 20-22)
• Krav Maga (included Knife Training) (was recommended for detective training)
• Good shot with a pistol

What Is On Your Person:

• Rolex Watch
• Box of toothpicks
• M 1911 Handgun
• One clip of rounds extra
• Switchblade
• Wallet with 478 dollars cash

Apartment:
This is your stash basically -

• 4 clips of M1911 ammo.
• 5,000 dollars cash.
• 2009 Asus desktop, Windows 7.
• Pump Action Shot gun (45 rounds)
• Journal (records on the city, and his fellow apartment mates)
• 3 bottles of bourbon
• 1 Gallon of Gasoline
• 1 24 Oz bottle of Diet Coke
• Books (Current Issues and Enduring Questions, Codebreaker, I am Legend, so forth)
• Xbox 360
• TV
• Movies/Games (Fight Club, The Departed, Independence Day, Prey, Mass Effect, Mortal Kombat)
• Harley Davidson

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History

What Brings You To The City: After his partner's death, he needed to leave Baton Rouge. He wasn't going to leave the country. Fuck that. But he needed far away, and a place that was hot. He did his research, and Cali fit the bill perfectly. The Retro feel of the hotel fit him more than fine. His precinct allowed it and bam, here he was.

Life Before You Moved In: Joseph never met his father. His mom was knocked up when she was 15 years old, and needless to say took up drinking pretty quickly. Whether it was before or after he was born, he never got a clear answer. His Aunt was a bit older than his mom, and both women took turns raising him. By the time he was 15, he was known as a delinquent with a mean streak, prone to fighting before and after school, if he even attended.

Oddly enough, he never got into the whole drug scene. Sure he sold some weed and coke here and there, but he never tried it himself. He wasn't about to end up like his mom. Jospeh prefers toothpicks in his mouth instead of cigarettes. He started drinking hard liquor when he was 17, but always had a handle on it. He made sure with that shit. Before long he knew he wasn't fit for college, even if his mom could afford it, which was impossible.

So he decided to join the police force. It only needed a highschool diploma and a few months of training. But he decided to make detective, to the surprise of himself and others, actually excelling at it. Seems he had a mind to catch criminals, seeing as he was one every now and again. He made detective by 23, and stayed with the same partner until he was 27. His partner died under mysterious circumstances, and he asked to be transferred due to grief.

Life Since You Moved In: Jospeh hasn't been here very long. Only a few weeks, and for the most part he's spent it scoping out the town layout instead of hanging out at the apartment. He often gets back late at night, big feet stomping up the stairs before he makes it to his room. But now he thinks it's time to settle in a bit, meet the neighbors.

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Extras

Character Quote: Take it easy, it's not like I'm gonna shoot you or something.
Theme Song: This would usually play when he walks up. But he has a varied history of moods.
Dirty Little Secret:Was forced to kill his friend and partner when Joseph found out he was working with the Mafia.
Anything Else:

From my Warcraft RP [+]

As the young maid ran into the alleyway to be confronted by the Ghoul, her brother clutching her skirts, she suddenly screamed in terror. An explosion of fire wreathed the alleyway in flame, and the maid uncovered her eyes to see the ghoul scorched and dead. Behind its smoldering remains was a dashing young man with his palm out, in darkly colored robes she would think befit a noble. In truth they were his standard Dalaran robes, and they had seen better days. So had the young man.

Nathoric grimaced from the heat, and wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. "Abominations" he breathed in disgust, and pointed towards the door at their left. "Get inside, quickly!" he ordered her. She didn't need to be asked twice, even lifting her younger brother up and lugging him inside. As they passed him, he could see more clearly towards the mouth of the alley, and the ghouls streaming across the town, ravaging the last remnants of the footmen. Just my luck. I left the cooking pot and fell into the fire. I'll never make to Andorhall at this rate. Still, there was something about this town that tugged at his mage sight. Something elusive... If he lived he'd investigate further.

He began preparing his most devastating spells as he moved forward toward the fray, ready to burst out of the alley with fire and frost and arcane magic. In truth he wasn't that powerful of a mage, even if his magical repertoire and power had increased significantly from surviving through the destruction of the Capital city and its outer lying villages. When he had traveled earlier, he'd only met small packs of Ghouls either licking their wounds or in the midst of combat with ragged humans. The force he saw streaming past him was a wave of enemies unlike any he'd yet seen. Still, he had survived so far.

The screams of the dying was still mingled with the yells of combat, though they were now much much quieter. Was only one man still alive? No, two men. A younger man and an older, more boisterous fellow. Not about to ask questions, he stepped out into the wider streets. Arcane first, he ordered himself. Purple tendrils of energy arced out of his fingers and struck ghoul after ghoul, knocking down and damaging more than killing them, though 5 lay dead to his satisfaction. Dammit, not enough. He quickly slammed his palms together in a clap, yelling out an arcane word of power in unison. Another explosion of fire rolled over the damaged Ghouls in a wave, and he didn't stick around to fight the rest of the horde, making his way over to the two men and the... quite attractive woman. Where had she come from? He sensed something about her he could not quite put his finger on.

"Well met." he said, and realized just how tired he was from his magic and travels when even speaking out of combat made him want to fall over and catch his breath. "Is there a position we can defend ourselves in or is this it?"

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}