[ "Politicians are like dominoes. All it takes is one corrupt bastard to die, and the rest of them topple." ]
Cyrik Bayes.» /sih-rick/ • /buy-ez/
𝙰𝚐𝚎: Forty-eight.
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Male.
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: What's the difference?
𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢: -1.
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Cyrik stands at 5'11", with a toned and well kept physique. He is never seen without a full, thick beard, and his greying hair is often swept to the left, due to, well, obvious reasons. There are prominent lines (he prefers this term over the term 'wrinkles') that decorate his face, sometimes intertwining with the various scars present. His most prominent scar is the one etched across his right eye, carved into both his face and memory by some sick criminal bastard. Due to this, Cyrik requires an eye augmentation to allow him sight in his once-dead eye. However, the augmentation in question is fairly bulky and noticeable, probably because of the fact he got it fitted at a cheap price behind a coffee shop.
He often wears an assortment of vests, all with different collar styles and sizes, which come in varying shades of white. T-shirts are typically out of the question for him, as he finds the shoulders to be too restrictive and tight-fitting. Along with vests, Cyrik wears a lot of double-layered jackets in dark colours, such as greys, blacks and sometimes slate blues. When it comes to the lower half of his body, he owns about 17 different pairs of the same blueish grey jeans, some of them less ripped and stained than others. Most of his clothing is baggy and loose, so as to hide things such as his arm augmentation and occasional shinpads. However, his other augmentations, aka the ones present on his face, aren't exactly concealable. Therefore, he can sometimes be seen wearing a hood or even an old, large beanie around the less augment-friendly areas.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: Personality Type: 🇷 /🇸
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𝙱𝚒𝚘: Cyrik Bayes was born in DST-27-WEST on May 7th, 2254, to a loving father and a cheating mother. The father in question, Russian-born Andrei Bayes, was left to fend for the family by himself, after his unfaithful wife left him for another man. This made early-life a difficult struggle, with Andrei attempting to juggle working at EuroCorp and educating Cyrik; he'd vowed to never send him to the rough schools of their rough homeplace. Unfortunately, he valued education over his job, and found himself focusing less and less on the projects laid out for him by his boss. Eventually, EuroCorp terminated his contract, leaving him with a needy 7-year-old son and no source of significant income. Food was rationed fairly successfully at first, but as Cyrik grew older, his appetite became bigger.
After months of hopping from job to job and trying to ignore the cries of "I'm hungry!" after their one meal per day, the single father knew that he had to focus on work instead of his son. Therefore, he signed Cyrik up for school, watching with a heavy heart as his son walked teary-eyed past the fenced-off boundaries of the courtyard, and into the tall, intimidating building.
School life was rough, at first. Cyrik would come home every day with a new injury, mostly bruises and black eyes from the older kids. He was singled out a lot for being the new kid, that much Andrei could tell. Once he'd gotten a little older, around the age of 9, his father decided to teach him how to defend himself. It was little more than how to punch and dodge other people's punches, but it helped the young boy to get out of a few close scrapes. He avoided fights at first, wanting to only punch people when necessary, but he started to eagerly await the moment when someone would throw a punch. This evolved into actively starting fights with people himself, which led to calls home about violent behaviour. His father was beyond disappointed in him, but decided to give the boy chance. Andrei was more than aware that something like this might happen, given the constant targeting and bullying.
Luckily, once he'd attended the school for a few more years, Cyrik found himself amassing a friendship group of sorts. The five of them would sit in the school courtyard and talk with each other about the current events, which led to the young boy forming opinions and questioning his government. It was little more than that, though - after all, the boy was 12, and could hardly start any form of pseudo-revolution. Still WIP.
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝: DST-27-WEST
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜): »ᴢғ-xxɪɪɪ ᴛᴡɪɴ ᴘɪsᴛᴏʟs ﹙
"ɪɴsᴜʟᴛ﹠ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ"﹚
Ammo: 9mm rounds.
Capacity: 10 bullets per magazine, makes for 20 when used in tandem.
Range: 60 metres, around 200 feet.
Trigger/Firing Type: Double action/semi-automatic.
Concealment: Being fairly average-size pistols, the guns and their holsters can easily be hidden under a jacket.
» ᴛᴄᴋ-ᴠ ᴏᴩᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ﹙
"sʜʀᴏᴜᴅ"﹚
Blade Length: 13.9cm, or 5.5 inches.
Blade Material: Carbon steel.
Weight: 1.2 lbs/544 grams.
Range: Given the knife is designed for CQC, the general proximity of the user.
Concealment: Can be a little difficult to conceal due to the blade length, but it's possible with a long jacket or shirt.
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛: » ʀᴛs ᴍᴋ-ɪᴠ ﹙
"ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ"﹚
Protection: Full-body protection, including a helmet and armour plates for vital areas like the chest, arms and legs.
Material: The fabric undersuit of the armour is made of a comfortable, reliable blend of cotton and nylon, which is also flame-resistant. As for the armour plates, they are made of a light variant of titanium, allowing for natural movement speed and optimal protection.
Compatibility: The left arm plate has a slot in it to allow access to the RP MK-VI's configuration pad, and the helmet slots comfortably around the MK-VI itself.
Manuverability: Going for practicality over style or just pure overkill, the TITAN allows for acceptable movement, though not as much as regular clothes. Despite this, the armour plates are placed in such a way that they still protect important areas, whilst not being restrictive for movement or even augmentations.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜: Due to a near-fatal attack during a mugging, Cyrik was forced - quite literally - to finally have augmentations fitted, after avoiding them due to the controversy and skepticism surrounding them. Unfortunately, he could only afford to pay for one of these augmentations, and so he took up bounty hunting to pay off the other two before the debt collectors arrived. However, he's found himself in a much worse situation than the repossession of his items...» ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʀᴏᴅᴇ
The most essential of his augmentations, Cyrik wouldn't be alive if it weren't for the experimental WestCorp OT MK-I in the back of his skull. Fitted by none other than the corrupt government themselves, this life-saving disc came at a (literal) cost. Now, thanks to this, not only is he still forced to live through this harsh world, he's got to kill people, too.
In terms of stylishness or uniqueness, the trode doesn't offer much, though it is the smallest out of his three augmentations. It's simply a small (1 inch by 1 inch, to be exact), slate grey disc at the base of his skull, with the actual cybernetics being hidden inside his head. He is annoyed by the constant bald spot it causes, however. As for what the trode does, it uses electrical signals to trick the body into continuing vital processes, even after someone has died. This particular model, being the first of its kind, is actually made up of two trodes - the main one being at the back of Cyrik's skull, connected to his brain, and the other being in his chest, connected to vital organs like his heart and lungs. The latter is simply to prevent the organs from stopping their processes, as they also need to be functioning in order to receive signals from the brain. » ᴇʏᴇ ᴀᴜɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Cyrik's eye augmentation, a modified version of the HRIZN Transtech Series RP MK-VI, is the only paid-for cybernetic implant that he owns. HRIZN Transtech augmentations used to be the standard government-issued retinal prosthesis; before they invested in the more technologically advanced EuroNet augments.
Fitted in the back alley of a coffee shop for the low low price of 1800 credits, this outdated model of the basic blind man's eye augmentation has been tampered with slightly, so as to remove any clipper chips that the government use to spy with. Not to mention a basic HUD has been included, which shows the person's current pain levels (that are then used to try and estimate the severity of any injuries) and hunger. The HUD also features a basic targeting system for combat, at least when Cyrik can manage to get it working.
Unfortunately, the cybernetic being an outdated - and illegally altered, at that - model, it comes with a few downsides. The main, obvious drawback is its incredibly bulky appearance, but it is also prone to malfunctioning, and the visuals can sometimes drop in quality. The latter is a rare occurence, but the former is quite often in the form of constant, unnecessary "eat food to prevent starvation!" reminders. It's better than being half-blind, though, so the ex-bartender puts up with it for the most part.
The cybernetic also comes with a 'configuration pad' that had to be wired into his left arm, but it's hardly as bulky as the MK-VI it's designated for, thankfully. » ᴀʀᴍ ᴀᴜɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Despite his profession, Cyrik's arm augmentation features no advantages for him whatsoever. It's a standard HRIZN Omnidyne Series AP MK-XI, often seen fitted for veterans who've had their arms blown off in battle. The MK-XI is one of the most recent models from the Omnidyne Series; therefore, its technologically advanced state allows it to function incredibly realistically. Cyrik has no trouble wielding and firing his pistols with it, and he can comfortably grip most objects with it. The only problem he's found thus far is that it struggles to replicate the texture of human fingers, meaning he has to often resort to using voice commands when it comes to using his Retinal Prosthetic's configuration pad.
Also, despite the technology inside the Arm Prosthetic that attempts to numb any pain, Cyrik still occasionally gets bouts of phantom pain sensation. The future AP MK-XII rectifies this issue, but he's had enough trouble attempting to pay for the MK-XI. 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: 2500 credits.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: » WIP sheet.
» He can spin his pistols like this. 
Small, compact, 12 rounds of 12 gauge. Revolving cylinder, the street sweeper.
A six inch old world gravity knife with brass knuckles on it,
It could stop a few bullets, maybe.
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