[CHAR] Telecommunications

[TrippyNightmare]

"It's not the end of the world. But you can see it from here..."

Let me FLEX and fix this later.



"We're all trying to survive this, whatever surviving is anymore. I don't really know."

Detroit Police

Fields, Julia

Detective Julia Fields

"Color me for an espresso or somethin'."

Physical Description

Standing at about five foot eight, this woman has dark brown hair and blue eyes. She is usually adorned in jeans and a sweater of some sort. While it varies, her shoes don't as they stick to basic black combat boots. She has a jack port in the back of her neck and appears to be of average build.

Psyche

Bubbly, witty, humorous. Not always there but sometimes there, this cyber crimes detective usually talks way too much and is overly friendly. Always eager to prove herself, she throws herself at the forefront of investigations and inquiries. Usually the odd one out, or the loud one. This depends on the situation, but she always offers her take on things. Requested or not.

Motivation

The mayor specifically asked for a net runner from cybercrimes, most detectives didn't want to give up their post (as they might not get it back.) Fields took the spot, because staying in one spot isn't really her thing - plus it's the mayor! Who could say no - really, who could?

Besides, work is work and work needs to get done and then some~

Relations



Personal History

This millennial showed up to the force three years ago as a patrol officer, she recently made detective a year ago and started off in cyber crimes. She's estimated to be 21-22 years old, and she's from Detroit. Outside of that little information is known.

Equipment

Augmentation: Neural Link - a port in the back of her neck, common for net runners and those who consistently use the net. For those who want to be in it, and not stuck on some old world computer.

SovRun Future-Bound! - A soviet made deck, uncommon in the United States because it's outlawed by the 2002 All American Act which bans the neo-communist manufactured police and military equipment, this was later amended (2017) to include net running gear.

Tyrell, Nicholas

Lieutenant Nicholas Tyrell

"Let's get this finished people!"

Physical Description

A stick of a person, Nicholas stands at about five foot five. He is of a decent build but he's probably the smallest person at the station. He has a thick brown beard and a receding brown hair line, for thirty-five the man seems to be doing okay. He's adorned in a formal DPD uniform, reserved for parade.

Psyche

Serious, strict. He pulls no punches and spits no bullshit, he has a get the job done kind of attitude and doesn't diddle around. While his personality is reserved, he's rumored to open up to the personnel he's closer to. But, it's just a rumor.

Motivation

He was assigned by Commissioner Darcy and Mayor Gallant to lead and form the task force.

Relations



Personal History

Born in the South Side of Detroit, Tyrell always strived to get out of poverty. His family was stricken with debt, and the loan sharks on the South Side spare no mercy for nobody. Organs would be taken if his family couldn't make the deadline, when the DPD decided to take a crack at the gangs on the South Side Tyrell found himself an information which led to convictions and those debts owed were never collected on. While he never found himself in the company of those people again, he knew he had a target on his back.

When he was twenty he joined up with DPD and made his way through patrolman to a specialized division, homicide where he spent ten years on the job there. He spent a year as a patrolman before being promoted, on his eleventh year he made Lieutenant and was appointed as second in command of the Central Precinct.

Equipment

He isn't augmented and his personal inventory is unknown.

Anything else?

Michaels, Jack

Doctor Jack Michaels

"Please, have a seat."

Physical Description

A lenky six foot man in a turtleneck and a pair of cargo pants, this laid-back man is rather skinny. His skin is pale and he appears to have various augments on his arms and head, while subtle it's noticeable to those with a keen eye.

Psyche

Quiet, reserved and a man of few words. When he does speak it's to engage in an intelligent discussion or to respond when necessary. He is calculated, methodical and sometimes cold. Michaels does not open up, and stays professionally to the needle point.

Motivation

Assigned to the team to maintain and manage mental stress and prevent and subdue any signs of cyber psycosis.

Relations



Personal History

The resident shrink for the department, that's all most know.

Equipment

Augmentation: Medical Scanner - His left eye can read and analyze blood, stress and sweat levels. Amongst run other non-physical medical tests (determine body language, indicate injuries.)

Augmentation: [LEFT HAND] UniSurgeon Hand - His hand holds a variety of medical tools, for docterly use of course...

Augmentation: Neural Link - a port in the back of his neck, common for net runners and those who consistently use the net. For those who want to be in it, and not stuck on some old world computer.

He is augmented, his personal inventory is not known.

Anything else?

Presents an uneasy presence.

Moore,Franklin

Detective Franklin Moore

"Ey, yo what's up brother?"

Physical Description

Standing at a solid 6'7, Moore appears to be of a muscular build. He wears baggy clothing and is adorned in various gang attire and insignias, cyber tattoos and regulars ones as well. His hair is wild, his clothing is questionable and his gear is definitely not police issue.

Psyche

Violent, Paranoid, Loud would describe Moore. He dosen't trust too many people, maybe it's because he spent so much time investigating the games he became a gangster himself. He's still is useful and that's why DPD pulled him out, which kinda ruined their investigation but if they were going to hit all the gangs they might aswell get his help. Resentful of the pull out, Moore is bitter to his superiors.

Motivation

Pulled out of under cover work to advise the team on the gangs of Detroit.

Relations



Personal History

Where fiction begins and facts stops is unclear, on the news Moore has always been a small time crook. He just happens to be a cop, where he turned into a Detective or informant is unclear. But he's always been a big name, just not everyone knows he works for the police. A South Side gangster, the man has seen alot of blood and crime but it dosen't stop him from being a good cop.

Equipment

Monokatana (Argiashi) - A transparent katana, it's blade is lined with something that cuts through solid steel. Deadly.

9mm Petrolski 'Paris Persuasion' Special - A tiny holdout pistol holding four rounds, the model used in the 2014 Paris Presidential assassinations. Popular among assassins due to its infamy.

Anything else?

"You don't know what you're stepping into, detective."

[TrippyNightmare]

Nato, Zach

Zach Nato

"Standing while I still can."

Physical Description

A rough looking blond who stands at around six feet even, he has blue eyes and appears to be of average build. The charming young man is usually adorned in equipment provided by PubSec - when he isn't wearing his gear he's in casual clothes. Mostly sweat pants and a wife beater, his uniform - when he is in it. Usually is sloppy, while very rare to see it crisp and clean. Due to lax standards and personal neglect, his uniform has seen better days. Besides that, on occasion, Zach will grow out facial hair but as of recent he's staved off the need to.

Psyche

While to his colleagues he may appear to be joking, as Zach tends to make frequent jokes about the situation or in general to make light of a situation. When in the presence of those of higher authority, or in the presence of citizens, criminals, and others he'll be more serious, cynical and perhaps rude. Zach hates authority and resents his superiors, he feels more at home being a ground officer than sitting at a desk. Zach hasn't seen love and tends to distance himself from others who would try to court the young suave man, the only person Zach has become good friends with is Biff Hellcat.

Motivation

Assigned to the team due to his investigative prowess, recently under fire for alleged fraud.

Trying to become a better detective and to save his ass from jail, Zach hopes to come out on top of this investigation to impress his superiors and to exonerate himself.

Relations



Personal History

A middle class, average looking and a knack for pissing people off. That would be Zach Nato, born in the suburbs outside of Detroit in Dearborn the young man found himself in trouble with the law often as he would hang around with the wrong group of young men. He eventually found himself getting into deeper trouble when he started peddling drugs and joining up with a booster gang in his early teens, however after he was charged the judge entered him into a diversion program which Nato rode out until he was seventeen. It would be when he graduated high school when he applied to join U.S. Army as an infantrymen.

It was when he got out he picked up a job as a patrolman for the Detroit Police Department, corporate policing had become the norm since 9/11 and they were looking for able bodies. While his questionable past had come up in the initial interview, Zach was considered to be a low risk and due to his previous service that only seemed to amplify the statement made. He was hired on and spent four years walking the beat until he was promoted to Detective and took up residence in the Fraud Unit.

Up until recently, things had been fine until Zach was accused of ironically - fraud. Insurance fraud, Zach had been in enough cases to know how to pull it out. Yet, as all the information was coming out and IA was starting its investigation into Zach, he was pulled out - by the Mayor's office. For reasons unknown, he found himself working for the new investigation team. This would be the beginning of something terrible.

Equipment

Glock 22 Gen 3 - One of the few standard old world police pistols used by the DPD, chambered in 40 S&W.

[Mariana Collie]

Wiesse, Dorothy

Dorothy Wiesse

"You aren't on my clock, I'm on your clock. So maybe you should make the most of it."

Physical Description
Dorothy stands at an average 5'6" with a muscled body from intense training...though those muscles are hidden under a slight chubby layer thanks to her fatty diet. At first glance she has more of a mother's frame than an athlete's yet she gets by. She has pale skin, dark hair, huge doe eyes and a naturally unpleasant expression. On her back is a tattoo of a unicorn under a moon.

Psyche
She has a paranoid, depressive and distrusting personality, some parts of which are rational and some that are not. Very jumpy, she purposefully positions herself in places that serve as decent vantage points. Hoping nobody will sneak up behind. When in an area she considers safe, she can enter such an intense trance-state of focus or daydreaming that it's hard to knock her out of it. When on the job, her paranoia is more of a hazard than anything, so she relies on sheer adrenaline highs to get through tough nights. The adrenaline she pumps herself up with (whether through willpower or straight up drugs) can send her to a zen-like euphoria...The crashes afterwords are often another story.

Motivation
With a wild imagination, Dorothy has always gone in search of adventure that "unlocks secrets." She has read up on many conspiracy theories but doesn't believe in trusting any without seeing with her own eyes. Seeing with her own eyes may grant some "wisdom"...almost as if her career itself is just a game to entertain her. Also working official business is more legal than the work she did for who knows how many of her previous clients. Can't go on her edgy adventures if she's dead or behind bars.

Relations
For NPCs and PCs, if you don't know anyone then don't bother filling this out - yet.

Personal History
Born in a trailer park, raised in a mental institution, and graduated from a tech college to go on to see if her britches were big enough for freelance detective work.

Dorothy's childhood is a mess of abuse and fractured relationships nobody, especially her, wants to talk about. She spent her young years trying to kill herself or coming close to killing herself in dangerous stunts just for the rush of being on the edge. But the psychiatry industry set her straight-- for a while --with meds and vocational training.

Motivated to be a better person, she finished a degree in law enforcement only to fizzle what chances she was given in DPD on a street-born adrenaline drug designed to go above and beyond medical applications. To support her habit she worked minimum wage before an idea struck, inspiring her to go clean: She spends a lot of time keeping in shape and with her relative skills in personal/cyber anonymity-- she could promote herself as a freelance detective! The field was extremely competitive, cannibalistic, these days, but she could do it if she tried. Right?

At first it didn't go so well. She could do a job but no better result than anyone else. After a few months she couldn't take the rejection and went back to her adrenaline junkie self. Worse, she splurged on a questionable cybernetic augment improving agility. On a good night, you could say she was more of a nimble spy than detective. Using her agility, she prefers to hide and overhear the information she needs than confront anyone directly. After she got what she needed, she leapt and bound away on the tips of her toes, before reporting her findings to clients. Maybe the only reason she was considered a detective is because the word spy has a very different and illegal connotation. Not that she background checked any client for such illegal leanings, in her opinion any adventure is bound to grant wisdom.

She worked as a "detective" for a range of clients for two years now. In this period she's experienced everything from attempts on her life to gang recruiting techniques and it's made her paranoid. A little twitchy. Going on a stealthy adventure for any client is great...but only if they don't kill you when you report back! Her ability to slip away can only go so far so many times. Now the opportunity to work for a clearly official delegation is a welcome break from all the shady deals.

Getting in wasn't easy- she had to let DPD know about both her failed history as an officer and her unofficial detective work. It was her potential alone saving her from the slush pile of applications. But this time it's clear who will pay her check. Besides, working for the Mayor's cause may take a few legality targets off her back for the time being.

Equipment
- Standard issue DPD, protective vest
- Scoped laser type handgun
- Black clothes, hooded jacket
- Pockets on holster containing an address book (codes), disposable drives, and adrenaline drug injections disguised as pens
- Disposable communicator
- Cybernetic Augment : Agility based, allowing for high speed running and jumping higher/longer distances

Anything else?
Her apartment contains nothing but a fat orange tomcat, junk food, bed and computer...all incriminating dealings with clients are contained on the disposable drives. When she used to take clients as a detective, she advertised herself on anonymous online servers and by hanging out in a coffee shop to see if anyone approached. Out of fear for being followed, she picks the coffee shop furthest from her actual apartment and always takes roundabout ways to get home.

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Liu, Paige

Character Name: Paige Marian Liu

Quote: “The axe forgets, the tree remembers”

Physical Description

Paige is a very beautiful mostly Asian (her words as she's half-Chinese and half-Irish) young woman who has a cheery, genuine smile and the most winning eyes imaginable. Her skin is sun-kissed and her nose is notably sexy to most of her ex boyfriends. While her husky voice isn't annoying her overly chipper laugh is quite grating for people not used to it. Paige wears glasses only for affect when on duty and usually only wears them off duty when she's reading. Paige's petite physique is very telling of her previous career as a gymnast and her history as a cheerleader and ballerina. she has gauged ears and a pierced navel.

Psyche

Paige is an eternal optimist, somehow the more depressing a scenario goes she gets more hopeful due to her mindset: “There's no where to go but up” being her logic. She sees the best in people making her very gullible, especially in love. She wears her heart on her sleeve and this has led to trouble personally and if any of her coworkers know her close enough eventually professionally. While always a kind woman to those she likes and to strangers, Paige is the epitome of a “good friend, bad enemy” and holds grudges whether it's deserved or not (hence her quote). She has a soft spot for kids and dogs, two things she will never be petty over. Her biggest flaw apart from falling in love quickly is her gullibility and being way too trusting.

Motivation

Paige is motivated out of her genuine altruism. She wants a better world, not an ideal world, so her moral compass is intact when it comes to enforcing the law. She also just wants to let people not suffer like her best friend before she came back to Detroit Due to this genuine altruism, Paige is VERY technophobic and sees cyborgs as “needing to prove themselves.” since everything about them is programmed to an extent. While still in the DPD for the right reasons, Paige has kinda turned her workplace as kind of a grading camp for potential spouses or just long term lovers secretly.

Relations

Paige is close to her older sister Brenda who is happily married with four kids two boys and two girls. Her parents have died recently and astute people close to her will notice this is the only time she looks glum.



Personal History

Paige Liu was the younger daughter to Xiang Liu, an art gallery owner and Siobhan McGuinness a former beat cop who's only accomplishment pre law career was as a cheerleader in high school (though she seemed content with that) in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Paige always lived in her older sister, Brenda's shadow as a gold medalist in gymnastics. Paige followed in her sister's footsteps and worked on her agility and flexibilty with gymnastics, cheerleading and ballet so she could try to be an Olympian. This dream was sadly cut short due to a bicep injury.

This tragic injury caused a young Paige to leave America and live in Australia for 2 years where she lived to get away from the place where her dream died. She had many friends, lovers and memories in Australia. Most of them consisting of her friend Avril Goodish who she was close to until she was killed by cyborgs. This trauma made her vow never to take any enhancements of any cyber kind. Paige decided to go back to America realizing she was just running from her own issues of not accepting her life changed and headed back home.

Realizing she was still an athlete just unable to be one professionally, Paige enlisted in the DPD realizing that most perps will only be confronting big, burly tanks of men she realized her small frame, speed and quick reflexes could throw off the perps suspecting to just run away. It's her 3rd year on the force and she hopes her extroverted personality has won over somebody. She has overcame her issues involving her gymnastics injury but the recent loss of her both of her parents to cancer have wounded her.

Equipment Paige has very little on her other than standard issue gear though she prefers a Chiappa Rhino revolver to the Glock.

Chiappa Rhino revolver
DPD badge
DPD uniform
Salem Cigs

Anything else?

Paige craves motherhood and is one of her deepest desires
Paige misses the circus despite knowing the animal abuse issues they carry
Paige smokes menthol cigarettes, this habit came around accidentally when she was trying to play bad cop and thought “bad cops always smoke.”

I added some things not much but it's there

[StormyClouds]

Gretta Denari

^{Art by: Pheberoni.}

Gretta Denari

"Got any cigarettes, boyo?"

Physical Description

With bright blue eyes and ginger hair glued to her scalp ever since she was born, Gretta is not someone who gets easily forgotten. Wherever she goes, at least a pair of eyes is closely watching her. People rudely interrupting her daily activities so they could question her ascendancy is not unusual. On the contrary, it was so usual, Gretta would just hold her hand up and shake her head at the person, leaving them with their mouths agape and a inquiry stuck in their throats, while she walked away, cigarette in between her slim fingers and sick of people not minding their own business.

Being always considered a 'not as tall nor as short' gal, she finds herself satisfied with her 5' 9" height at her current age, 25. Forever being one to have a frame which is usually called petite, Gretta is very agile and quick on her feet. You could usually see the redhead wearing a black beater or a navy crop top, this when she is not wearing her signature cropped green jacket with yellow and red pockets and a dark hoodie attached to it. Normally combining the latter garment with her black tight pants, a blue zip-up fitting shirt and her pair of brown gloves that match her messenger bag. A tribal arm cuff tattoo can be found on the top of her right arm and her right ear has been pierced several times, having a collection of earrings there. Her hair could be described as rebellious, not being completely straight and curls never truly making an appearance. It is cut irregularly, one side longer than the other, this being the right one, mainly to hide her multiple perforations from her superiors. A cigarette or a toothpick are usually by her mouth.

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Psyche

Gretta has been described to be a sarcastic tigress. Never one to back down and specially not against people who think they know it all and deserve everything the light touches- They're not fucking Mufasa, for fuck's sake-. Entitlement pisses her off and injustice just makes her blood boil.

When in the company of friends, she likes joking around, poking fun at her pals and teasing. Her dark humor usually gets her in trouble always, much like her running mouth that can't be kept shut even in front of superiors. She speaks her mind and she will make sure everyone pays attention to every goddamn word she has to say. Gretta usually has a sense for self-preservation, knowing who and when to act a certain way but her temper occasionally gets in her way, as mentioned before. She oozes confidence with every stride she takes and enjoys having a foul mouth.

Many people would deem her as rude but, surprisingly enough, she is very empathetic and has a soft spot for children. She loves helping people and adores the idea of being the emotional support of anyone who needs it. Gretta doesn't like showing it but she truly has a soft side to her.

Motivation

Injustice has never been a word that actually left Gretta's mouth with a good taste whenever it left her full lips. The way those syllables rung throughout her ears and entire skull made her just cringe. She had seen injustice and it definitely wasn't pretty. She wanted to change that in whatever way she could which is why she had first joined the DPD; to fight against that injustice but, of course, she had been transferred thanks to her father's influences and now she was stuck dealing with the mayor himself. What a time to be alive.

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Relations
Octavio Denari - Father [Alive].
The Sicilian business man came to the States for business and business only. He hated the fact that he had to take his wife and daughter to Detroit but he couldn't possibly leave them there for the Mafia to deal with, right? Gretta knew the dirty things her father did and has never approved of such things. She knew how harmful it all was for the people in Palermo, one of the capital states in Sicily, and did her best efforts to aid whoever was collateral damage- either families who had just lost their prime income method, families who had just lost their houses or people who had been injured in any crossfire which they had found themselves in. Her father hated this attitude coming from his only daughter and how wasteful it was on his resources. Even though, he has demonstrated how much he loved his daughter and the longing to forever protect her, specially after her mother's passing. That had really struck a nerve in Octavio's persona and he had never been the same ever since.

Apollonia Denari - Mother [Deceased].
Her mother had always been a submissive person, something Gretta had always found distressing. She had always asked her mother to have more backbone and fight her father and his less than legal dealings but Apollonia would always just shake her head and deny such petitions. She would only say that Octavio's ways were indeed terrible but that that was her father's way of protecting them and creating a legacy that all three of them could take pride in and that she was grateful to him. Apollonia and Octavio were very close, their love forever present for everyone to see. Gretta would remember how she would often times feel jealous of how love struck they seemed and how she would wish for something like that but, obviously, in different circumstances. The red headed woman's mother passed away two months after they had moved to Detroit- a burglar who had been too nervous and stupid to actually pull off a normal robbery.

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Personal History

Gretta Denari. A proud Sicilian fiery passionate woman who had moved from her hometown, Palermo, to the magical place that Detroit was. Insert scoff here. Why would she move from beautiful Sicily?, one would ask, baffled. Gretta would reply, annoyed, that it had been her father's wishes. Having been underage when the time had come to travel, she couldn't possibly deny. Staying alone in Sicily was out of the question as well, considering her father's line of work, therefore intensive English and History classes ensued. Once in Detroit, their entire life had changed for good.

Her mother passed away two months after they had gotten to the country of "Freedom", as it was internationally known and mocked of. It had been a huge a shock for both her father and herself. Her father had turned colder and more strict. He had lost his better half, after all. The woman who made him want to be a better man had been taken from him by the grasp of a random idiot and he could do nothing about it but eternally mourn the beautiful woman's absence by his bed and table. He would forever miss how Apollonia warmed and acted as a light in his life. Gretta, of course, had cried non-stop, her support forever gone. A friend- if not her best friend- had been murdered. She sobbed, her wailing filling every corner in their now empty house. She had punched every surface available for her volatile teenage attitude to take advantage of. Her bloodied knuckles, broken vases and mirrors the only testimony of her suffering. Eventually, she became used to the idea of being motherless and swore she would forever make her mother proud, wherever she was.

Gretta had been the new foreign girl who spoke broken English to her classmates and teachers. She hated how bullies thought she was a stupid girl who was about to allow people to shit on her and other students surrounding her. Of course, being how she was, she defended not only herself, but other minorities and people who didn't have it in them to stand up for themselves. Soon getting into trouble for such behaviors- being involved in fights, earning some black eyes and providing a lot more -, she was known as someone not to fuck with. People looked at her with certain fear but eventually that came to change when the student body realized what a kind, noble young woman she was.

Fast forward a few years later and there she was, joining Detroit Police Department after a year an a half of travelling throughout America to join peaceful strikes, help communities in danger, attend to wounded and recollect funds for non-lucrative organizations who sought the welfare of others- all actions she deemed would had made her mother happy. She had been called by her father to stop her nonsensical travelling and spending. He wanted her to return home where he could keep an eye on her. Surrounded by nothing but vain shit which was usual of her father's lifestyle, she joined the DPD in search of giving her days some meaning.

Equipment

Augmentations
Dermal Armor:
After she had first joined the Detroit Police Department, Octavio, her father, had ordered her to get this augmentation; looking out for his only daughter was just a given that Gretta wouldn't fully appreciate at first.

Weapons
GLOCK 43.

[Leidenschaft]

Takeo Masaaki | Kin Dang

Takeo “Tay” Masaaki | Kin “Poker” Dang

”You pick a path, you know. You think you know everything, like how the path is long and straight and level. Until you look back thinking it's only been a few minutes of walking and you see where you are from where you were hurts your neck to look at.

That's the path down to evil. To Hell.”

Physical Description

Takeo has often been described as an intense individual. Skin laced with tattoos both from sessions attended for personal reasons as well as given from previous undercover assignments, but never tending towards any one gang despite an Asian motif throughout a majority of them. They can be seen poking up slightly from his shirt's neckline as well as from around his wrists under long-sleeve shirts. He toes the line between looking like a cop and looking like a street-thug, which is why he's often picked as the first candidate for jobs requiring deep-cover, as well as his deep firsthand knowledge of gang culture.

Even though he is Asian, his darker skin tone has caused many others in Asian cultures, even gangs, to look down on him even if they are unaware of his mixed Japanese-Cambodian ancestry. Something deeply ingrained in Asian culture is the importance of pale skin, which he does not have, and comments towards his skin color have often been met with violence in his past but mostly elicit looks that could kill if they could, if not just to keep his position on the force. One thing is for sure, the man may only stand at 5'9”, but that look in the eyes doesn't care how big you are. Many on the streets of California and Chicago can attest.

Psyche

Takeo Masaaki has been defined as a wildcard. His psych evaluation after his first shooting incident penned him down as “A quiet man with a weighty temper that may be slow to get going, but as the saying goes, objects in motion tend to stay in motion.” That is not to say that Takeo is the type to actively seek out physical altercations, on the whole, he remains a quiet professional that even borders on friendly to a select few he may come to call his friends. Although, once being a part of the Gang Task Force in Bakersfield , California, he has little trouble harnessing his more violent tendencies through constant practice during the one long streetfight that is his life, as well as the time spent undercover with Wo Hop To in San Francisco, Bakersfield and Compton, LA- or 'Bompton' as it is colloquially called by the Bloods with which he has numerous criminal informants.

The aforementioned violent tendencies stem from a childhood in San Francisco at a time when the crime rate had been 200% of what it was the past few years due to gang feuds blowing up like WWI- you let one man step on you and it's a slippery slope. Coming from a household without a father that would claim him or stay around for more than a few days, he still has a disdain for authority when he feels he isn't shown the respect he is owed as a fellow human being as well as a damn good cop. He has no tolerance for abusers or rapists, those who belong to those labels will often come to see why his street-name in California and Chicago is Poker, and it's not because he plays cards.

Despite all of the thuggish attitude some might associate with him and his seemingly hair-trigger, quiet temper, he is highly sought-after for undercover assignments and intelligence gathering not only because of his intimate knowledge of street-gang culture, but because of his knack for blending in seamlessly with almost any group as well as his sort of quiet charisma that might draw on someone's curiosity like the fly to the web, where he's free to extract any information he needs over the course of a few days of hanging around.

Motivation

He was recommended to answer his summons by the Chief. When asked why, he was simply met with the succinct answer, “He's the fucking mayor around these parts, dick.”

Relations

Relatively new to Detroit and the PD there.

Personal History

You need a job done- any at all- you call Poker. You need someone necked, you need someone beat half to death, you need someone robbed, or a place hasn't been putting forward the money you're owed? Poker is the man. It wasn't always like this, and Takeo wasn't always as ruthless and low-down as he is today. He was once a timid child growing up in San Francisco's Tong and Yakuza-controlled Asian communities. Son to a prostitute, junkie mother and a Yakuza-affiliated father, both of which were absent enough to make an angst steadily bubble up in him as the years went on and present enough to fan the flames of his budding anger. When he reached the age of eleven he began hanging around the local street gangs that did the Tongs' dirty work. A year later just after his twelfth birthday he was initiated into the local Yakuza affiliated street-gang, the Ghost Dragons. He started off running heroin and opium for the bigger pushers until he began doing robberies, extortion, drug deals, small arms deals in his early teens. It was when the Yakuza members calling the shots for his street-gang were taken down by the Feds, as well as the bigger gangs and Tongs muscling in on the now-fractured Ghost Dragon territory is when he moved to Compton, Los Angeles.

Feeling like a new man in this new town, Takeo found himself a girl- a single mother working as a stripper at one of the higher-class establishments in Los Angeles. He got a job as a security guard at the local strip mall but when he lost his job after a physical altercation with a co-worker, he found it hard to find another job. With no other options, he began to fall back into his old ways, hanging around the local Blood set and forming his own Asian crew for safety in numbers, putting in work selling narcotics and kicking in doors. After a year of this activity, Takeo ran afoul of a rival drug-dealer in the Surenos after muscling in on his turf, prompting the Sureno to do a drive-by on his residence. Takeo was in the backyard smoking a cigarette with his girlfriend when the shooting started. The only fatality that night was his daughter, asleep in her bed when the two bullets made holes in her chest and neck.

Takeo vowed vengeance and his set agreed to ride for him. The following night, with Takeo's blessing, the five men he sent caught the Sureno with five of his friends at one of his family members' quinceanera. They killed the man posted at the gate by slicing his throat and then, bedecked in ski masks, they waltzed through the party and gunned down the Sureno in front of his family before leaving, but not before spray-painting symbols that pointed to Folk Nation involvement instead of Takeo and his crew. Official police reports and the news the next morning listed it as just another Folk Nation/Sureno feud. That would be Takeo's last action as a gang member, moving to Bakersfield after a particularly bad argument with his girlfriend. He signed up for the military after choosing between the the gang life and a better one, spending his three year contract on a career that was mostly unremarkable as an infantryman. Mostly.

He met a man while stationed in Korea, a Yakuza associate. It was no secret that Takeo wouldn't be happy with anything short of doing something that could earn him a lot of money. A good and honest life wasn't that, everyone knew that. So he helped the Yakuza smuggle drugs and guns into the US on the dime of the US gov't, helping to build a network of military contractors, Yakuza, Army logistics officers and a few supply clerks who were privy.

When he came back, knowing he could serve the Yakuza better in the States and not Korea, he joined the Bakersfield city PD. Almost immediately being put into the gang task force in Bakersfield's PD, he touched bases with the Yakuza affiliated gangs in the area while masquerading as a good cop. Under a new name and history provided by the PD, Kin Dang went back to doing the same ol' same ol' with the blessing of a badge and the deal that they would turn a blind eye to anything short of murder as long as he got results.

He prospered. Already running with an Asian gang that he knew and garnering respect and a reputation with a temper more like lightning than thunder, his intelligence-gathering led to the arrests of numerous Crips, Vice Lords, Latin Kings, Sureno, Wah Ching, and Wo Hop To- competition for the Yakuza's narcotic and weapons trade. It would not be long before the ugly head of corruption of a different kind would rear its head though. Faced with one of the biggest drug-busts Bakersfield had seen, the responding officers- which included Takeo- got into a shootout over the two parties, one wanting to turn the drugs over as evidence, and the others wanting to sell the drugs for themselves and chalk the fatalities up to the firefight that started the whole thing.

Takeo's two fellow cops- Officers Shin Lee and Donnie Chang- would walk away with three bricks of cocaine, two of heroin and a pound of marijuana, as well as the blood of fellow officers on their hands. Or so Lee and Chang thought. Takeo walked away from the crime scene with two bullet holes from a Bakersfield PD issue nine millimeter and a grudge. Takeo took the case to Internal Affairs when he was inevitably hospitalized and then discharged, but was told to drop the whole thing. Since the word 'stupid' was not on his list of tattoos, much less prominently displayed on his forehead, he took matters into his own hands when he smelled the big pile of shit that was the conspiracy within the Bakersfield PD.

His and his fellow officers' betrayals had been hushed and framed as a gang shooting. For this, Takeo, as Kin, gave Lee and Chang's names to every gang big or small in the Asian communities in hopes of finding them. The universe sorted itself out when Lee and Chang were found one morning hanging from a streetlight, cut open and gut-rope dangling. Officer Takeo Masaaki mourned his fellow Officers who were yet more casualties to gang violence. Kin Dang, though, Kin Dang earned the street-name Poker for his sharp antics the night before they were found.

Justice was done one way or another, and while Kin Dang sliced up Lee and Chang in the name of the Yakuza gang who'd lost a considerable amount of drugs because of Lee and Chang, Takeo was doing it in the names of betrayed Officers Ginnie Hahn, Danny O'Doyle, and Mark Shaw, as well as the pleasure it gave him to kill the two men that thought they could shoot him and walk away. It wasn't long after that he put in for a transfer and found himself doing much the same a few months later in Chicago. After an incident involving mag-dumping his 40. cal into a meth-head for letting their own baby starve in lieu of running out of meth, things got hectic. Thankfully, he was owed a few favors from the higher-ups in Chicago PD and the case was buried in return for a transfer. A month later and now he finds himself in Detroit first working Gang TF before getting a summons from the Mayor himself. Happy days.

Equipment

Takeo forgoes the suit and tie get-up that some detectives pick. He usually wears regular street clothes to blend in with the local populace of wherever he's in, at times with a tendency towards the color black or gray- leftover from his upbringing in San Francisco and his numerous assignments. In his IWB holster, he carries a 40. caliber handgun, a small .38 caliber revolver in an ankle holster as well as two knives- a folding knife for practical purposes and a punch dagger with a four inch blade for when things get personal.

Anything else?

His vices include cigarettes, booze, and prescription painkillers. Every once in a while there's heroin, but only ever snorted. Needles scare him, ironically.

[vietmyke]

Reinhardt, Jack

Jack Reinhardt

Dead man walking

^{Incidentally, a great approximation for his voice}

Physical Description
Jack is a big man. Standing over most at 6'5", Jack is a bear of a man, built like a truck and hitting just about as hard. He has a serious and imposing demeanor, with a rigid posture and broad shoulders. Jack has rough facial features, age lines strongly imprinted on his face lack of youthful enthusiasm implies this man has seen some shit. His face is curtained off by a thick brown beard, and a white head of hair, while a large scar runs down the left side of his face. Presumably as a result of the wound that left his facial scar, his left eye is a cybernetic replacement. The most notable part of his body is his left arm, which has been replaced by a black cyberarm. His outfits are plain and subtle, t-shirts and tank tops with jeans and cargo pants, tucked into utilitarian boots, and covered by leather jackets.

Psyche
Incredibly blunt and to the point, but subtle, cool headed and streetwise. Cynical and jaded, Jack is generally cold and untrusting and is slow to warm up to others. Jack is as confident as he is ruthless, and in his younger years, he had gotten into trouble more than once for violent conduct and insubordination in the workplace. Though generally calm, Jack walks with a haggard look in his eye- seemingly waiting for someone to push his buttons the wrong way. While slow to boil, Jack has a bit of a temper, and gets fairly aggressive when properly riled up. His mere presence can be intimidating to those of weaker will and constitution, and even those with tougher constitution find themselves scared shitless when this man decides to start interrogating. Despite his gruff and prickly exterior, Jack holds a begrudging soft spot for children- despite the fact that his appearance typically scares them.

Motivations
A man with a deathwish, Jack seems content to do nothing more than sit at the local bar and drink himself to sleep every night. A functioning alcoholic and drug addict, Jack finds himself relying on healthy doses of painkillers to get him through his day to day. Though his pill habit is kept a secret from all but his closest companions, its still pretty easy to notice smell the burned tobacco and liquor around him at times- the miasma of a man slowly losing himself.

Its hard to predict when the cop will become the criminal, when whatever dirty laundry he's probably hiding will come out to play. Not that it really matters, no one doubts Jack will probably be dead before that happens- either at the end of a smarter crook's smoking gun, or his own.

Until then, Jack seems to do whatever job he's given with a sort of dogged determination, as though seeking some sort of absolution.

Relations
n/a

Personal History
Born and raised in Baltimore, Jack Reinhardt was born the oldest son to the Baltimore City police officer, and a doctor. His childhood was not one of major note, he went to public school, got relatively good grades, got into a few scraps, and made it to adulthood without dying. With only average marks in school, and not enough money to go to college, Jack opted instead for military service and at the age of 18 enlisted in the Army. He met the woman of his dreams shortly afterwards, moved to Detroit and got married at the age of 21. 4 years later, his daughter was born. The family lived a rather mundane life, with a small apartment in the city, but were happy.

Happiness seems to be a fleeting sensation these days, and it wouldn't last long. Jack's life in the military resulted in him staying away from home for months at a time. His wife eventually got involved in drugs- Super-Sid, as the street called it, a doped up version of your everyday acid. Missed calls, strained arguments, and heated shouting matches over the course of a few years, and Jack and his wife would eventually separate, his ex-wife taking their daughter with her. Burnt out, upset, and disillusioned, Jack left the military and moved back home to Detroit.

There weren't many legal careers for a man with no college degree, and little training outside shooting and fighting, but instead of turning to crime, Jack eventually began finding work as a police officer, his military training and aptitude quickly taking him from beat cop to detective in a short two years. Despite his unorthodox (read: violent) methods and occasional disciplinary hearing, Jack was did well in the DCPD, breaking doors and limbs, shooting down crims, and getting no small amount of shit for it. After a short stint as a detective, Jack was moved to Vice and found his best fit: Undercover work.

Jack's first and biggest undercover job was with the local Triads- who were breaking the status quo: being too rowdy, going and spreading their influence outside their 'agreed upon' boundaries with the police, starting fights with other mobs- often to the detriment of life and legal businesses. In short, they were causing more trouble than their payoffs to the police were worth. Luckily for the DCPD, they had a guy embedded inside the Triads already, and getting Jack into their fold quick. What happened next was a long game, ingratiating himself within the Triad ranks, while still giving inches to the DCPD- all without getting caught. Jack excelled at it.

While the records of the case are confidential, after 3 years the Triad's were forced out of their newly acquired territory and forced back into their usual stomping grounds. While the Triads didn't lose any particularly large amounts of funds- as their venture into this new territory was relatively small by their standards, it was still a kick to their shins. Jack was pulled out, given a new look, and sent back out into other various undercover assignments. Life went on for Jack Reinhardt for another few years. It was around this time his life truly started falling apart.

Jack and his ex-wife took another stab at trying to make their relationship work- for the sake of their daughter. They tried three times to be a happy couple again, and all three times ended up in screaming, broken glass, and lots of alcohol. Their interactions occasionally got violence, and eventually protective services came and collected their daughter from them. This did little to soothe the conflicts of the former couple.

What happened next is a lot of rumor and speculation, hushed up and hidden behind miles of red tape, black books, and disclosed records. However, the long and short of it is, on February 26th 2017, two body bags left the Reinhardt residence on ambulances late that night and Jack Reinhardt was placed on administrative leave while an investigation went underway. A funeral was held two weeks later for Amanda Allis-Reinhardt. Official cause of death was noted as death by plasma projectile, killed by a home invader who believed no one was home. Jack Reinhardt returned to duty a week later.

Jack continued working for Vice as an undercover agent for the next 2 years, took place in a variety of operations, stings, and hits. It was notable that his tendencies had started becoming a lot more wild and violent since the death of his wife, but with Vice, results were all that mattered. Jack would eventually be pulled from Vice to join the DCPD's newest unit.

Equipment
Augments

• Cyberarm - Sleek and aggressive, Jack obtained this augment sometime after his stint in the Triads. The arm itself is removable at the shoulder and has various functions built into it. Stronger than a human arm by far, the knuckles have built in shock pads for delivering debilitating shocks, and the fingers have a variety of handy tools built into them, including an auto-lockpick in the pinky and a torch-lighter in the pointer finger.
• Cybereye - Obtained after a scuffle with a particularly rowdy drug dealer armed with a knife, Jack's left eye is a no-nonsense, functional cybereye. It has a built in sighting display for weapons, a low light enhancement, and a digital recorder that stores stills and videos to a micro-storage card stored in a slot behind his left ear. It also tells time!

Weapons & Armor

• SubTech Micro T50 Plasma Pistol

  
  A miniaturized, subcompact version of the SubTech T50, this powerful energy pistol is the go to pistol for undercover cops and FBI agents alike. Small and easily concealed, this tiny frame sports a wide 12.7mm bore, and its powerful energy bolts can easily put down a man with a single shot. Due to its short barrel and large bore, the Micro T50's accuracy at range leaves something to be desired, but does well enough for the confines of the cityscape. The Micro T50 is compatible with most handgun Electron-Magazines and a standard E-Mag can fire 10 high powered blasts. Jack's Micro T50 is black, with a rubberized grip and a smart-link sight.
• Armored Leather Jacket - A sturdy leather jacket with layers of kevlar woven in underneath it. The inside of the jacket has slots to slide in armor plates for added protection. Great for undercover work

[CaptainSully]

Connor Sully

"You don't know fear until you see your arm on the other side of the room..."

Theme

_NAME

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Connor Sully

_AGE

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30

_GENDER

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Male

_APPEARANCE

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At 6'1" and 215lbs, Connor is a fairly well built individual. He has short hair that he will occassionally let grow to slick back. He keeps his facial hair relatively short but isn't averse to growing the occassional beard. He has scarring across the left side of his chest that carries around his shoulder and around to his back. This scarring is where his cybernetic arm is attached and a result of his injury.

Outside of Uniform

_PSYCHE

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Growing up Connor was always a hopeful and positive individual, even with the situation the world was descending into. However this all changed when he went through the incident that resulted in him getting a cybernetic arm. After having his trust betrayed by his partner he found it very hard to allow people into his life. Even after the miraculous job many people did to keep him alive, he doesn't fully trust anyone apart from himself.

In addition to his trust issues, he regularly has flashbacks of the incident in question while he sleeps. He wakes up in a cold sweat clasping as his cold cybernetic arm. He can easily become distracted by his search for his former partner, sometimes at the detriment of other cases he is working on.

_MOTIVATION

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Connor's main motivation to join the team is the hunt for his former partner. While he has always strived to be the best police officer he can be, he is often pre-occupied in his search. Connor believes that being part of this new team will give him a better chance to find who he is looking for.

_RELATIONS

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Dominic Tarkov: Former partner who is responsible for his cybernetic arm - Type: [Enemy] - Status: [Believed Alive]

Quentin Suarez: APEX Industries Executive providing Connor with support - Type: [Assosciate] - Status: [Alive]

_{PERSONAL HISTORY}

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Connor was the typical recruit growing up, wanting nothing more than to be a police officer and do whatever he could to improve the lives of law abiding citizens. As he hit the streets he realised that there was only so much that he could get accomplished. With heavily armed criminals, crooked police officers and mountains of red tape obstructing him, barring a confession it was almost impossible to get a conviction. This didn't stop him from trying everything he could to bring criminals to justice.

His partner since his first day was Dominic Tarkov, someone Connor had gone through training with. While recruits were often paired with experienced officers, Dominic and Connor had to partner up due to the shortage of experienced officers at the time. They worked well together for eight years, being responsible for some of the biggest arrests in the department. What Connor was unaware of was that as the years rolled on, Dominic became more and more disillusioned with the police. For every big name criminal he and Connor had put away, three others walked away. Their lifestyles and almost freedom to do whatever they wanted slowly ate away at Dominic until one day, he gave in.

Connor and Dominic were called as backup to robbery in progress on an APEX Industries depot. During the entire car ride to the location Dominic was very hesitant and tried his best to convince Connor to ignore the call. Upon arrival there Dominic grabbed Connor by the arm and shouted that they shouldn't be there. When entering the depot they were confronted with the sight of four of their colleagues, along with severel security guards, bullet ridden and mortally wounded. While taking cover Connor made a call for backup only to see Dominic walk straight towards the criminals. They didn't fire their weapons upon seeing him, instead letting out a cheer. Connor stood up to see Dominic shaking hands and smiling with them all, picking up a prototype laser rifle.

Connor emerged from cover demanding the group surrender, only for Dominic to approach him with a smile on his face. Dominic spoke of the money he was making helping the raiders, how much money Connor could make by helping him but Connor wasn't interested. His honour and oath as a police officer wouldn't let him turn to a life of crime. Dominic's smile faded and he apologised, which confused Connor. That was until Dominic raised the laser rifle and fired a shot at Connor, hitting him square in the shoulder. As he fell to the floor Connor pulled the trigger on his pistol and as the shots echoes faded, he heard Dominic let out a cry of pain. Connor hit the floor with a solid thud, hearing a distinct thud close to him, he turned to see his right arm lying separated from his body. The smell of burnt flesh and the sound of it crisping from residual heat was compounded by an agonising pain rocketing throughout his body.

Connor bit into his left arm to avoid letting out a sound, staring up at the ceiling above. Moments later his vision began to blur before eventually blacking out. He awoke several days later in a highly advanced hospital, at the foot of his bed stood a doctor and next to him a man in a suit. The doctor took the time to explain what happened and carefully introduced Connor to his new arm. When the doctor finished the man in the suit introduced himself as Quentin Suarez.

Quentin explained that he was an executive for APEX Industries and he was there to show their gratitude for his actions. His shot towards Dominic caught the crooked police officer in the side of the head, tearing half of his face off. It was enough to distract the gang until back up arrived a couple of minutes later. As the number of sirens increased exponentially, the gang ran. They made off with little more than a few small handguns, saving APEX a massive amount of money. Quentin said that due to what he did, APEX would provide Connor with the equipment needed to the best job he possibly could.

Initially Connor was hesitant but while recovering he saw a newsfeed that claimed Dominic was still alive. As soon as he heard that, he contacted APEX to take them up on their offer. He was greeted at their headquarters by Quentin, who was glad to see Connor take up the offer. What came next surprised Connor, a further offer was placed onto the table in front of him. A folder with the Mayor's seal on the cover contained documents explaining the formation of a new specialist investigative unit. Quentin explained that they wanted Connor to join the unit after his recovery, to help both APEX And Connor out.

Quentin didn't get to his position by being stupid, he knew that Dominics face being plastered on the news and Connor accepting their offer was not a coincidence. He told Connor that the new unit would have access to more information than he ever could in his standard role, to help him find Dominic and bring him to justice. What APEX would get from it would be an individual kitted out entirely in their gear as a persistant advertisement. Their hope was that the Mayor would see their gear bringing peace to the city on a great scale and give them a sole contract for supplying police equipment in the city. Connor didn't hesitate in agreeing to the terms and after several more weeks of recovery, found himself walking into the new units office.

_EQUIPMENT

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APEX CCAA: The CCAA [Covert Cybernetic Assault Arm] is a creation of APEX industries, primary distributors of military and police grade weaponry and cybernetics. Connor was given special dispensation from his superiors to receive the CCAA due to his previous acts. The arm itself is designed for use on high risk operations which require quick and effective execution. The capabilities of the arm include:

• Increased Strength - Greatly superior strength is granted by the arm, capable of breaching doors and through non-reinforced walls.
• Bulletproof Plating - The entire 'skin' of the arm is bulletproof.
• EMP Charge - The arm generates an electronic charge through movement which when at capacity is capable of releasing an EMP blast. The blast can disable all electronics within 20 metres.
• Resistant - In addition to the bulletproofing of the arm, it is resistant to heat and totally immune to EMP.
• Hidden Blade - A retractable 24" blade is stored within the forearm. It can be made to emerge from the top of the wrist as a weapon.

APEX CCAA

APEX Trojan Another creation of APEX, the Trojan is .45 caliber pistol that is capable of firing several types of munition. The munition is loaded by cylindrical magazines that are easily interchangeable. The types of munition is can fire are:

• Taser Rounds - Upon impact the rounds latch onto their target and unleashes an incapacitating electric shock
• Armour Piercing Rounds - The standard round of the Trojan
• Explosive Rounds - A small explosive is in the tip of bullet and on impact it goes off. While the explosion it is nothing close to something like a grenade, at the right point of an individual and it is capable of removing limbs.

APEX Trojan

APEX Gas Mask: While on an operation Connor opts to wear a gas mask to avoid any potential bio-weapons or gasses. The lenses of the APEX Gas Mask feature a HUD that provides an outline to all living targets within sight. This is capable of working through thick smoke and in darkness, but not through solid materials. In addition due to the CCAA, APEX created the Gas Mask to be EMP resistant.

APEX Gas Mask

APEX Assault Vest: A generic assault vest in appearance, the APEX vest features several bits of technology not often found in other vests. As with the above items the tech within the vest is immune to EMP. Also, like generic vests it has several magazine, grenade and utility pouches. The technology features of the vest are:

• Built In Comms - The vest has long range communication built in.
• Status Monitor - The vest features a built in status monitor that tracks and relays the wearers health to their command unit.
• Bullet Resistant - Capable of resisting small arms fire but anything larger than an SMG will pierce it.

APEX Assault Vest

[GreenGo]

Morgan, Phillip

Detective Phillip “Phil” Morgan

“I’m a cop, my Dad was a cop, and his dad was a cop. What I’m saying, punk, is that you don’t want me to remember ya face, because, and this is the best case, you might get away scot free, you might even avoid me for the rest of ya life, but your great-great grandson might not be so lucky”

Physical Description
Phil is built a little bit like a tree stump, he stands at an average-slightly below average height and has a thick neck and limbs. His hair, below his hat, is a blackish grey and his eyes a muddy brown, his body is covered in bruises and scars, and (although his picture might say otherwise) usually has either a sandwich or a smoke in his hand. He leans and walks with a slight favoring of his right side, as his left arm was recently replaced with a cybernetic one, and he both doesn’t quite trust it and isn’t quite used to it yet.

Psyche
Serving and protecting is what Phil does, it’s what he knows, and it’s what’s in his blood. Though how much of it is to maintain the family honor, and how much of it is to do the right thing, that’s anybody’s guess. Phil is inherently wary of anybody with “augs”, even himself. He’s seen what can happen when a good person loses their mind. Phil doesn’t like using his gun anymore, he never really did, but now he only uses it as absolutly necessary. Deep down, Phil’s got a good heart; he likes the simple things in life, a long drag and a stiff drink with good friends after a hard days work, the feel of cracking a hard case, the sound of the bell that begins a fight, and his son’s laughter.

Motivation
Phil was on leave when he heard that a new Special Unit was being formed and wanted on it, a lot of it was that he just wanted to start working again, but, after what happened to his old partner, he wasn’t sure he could, or even wanted to, go back to his old precinct anyway, what he did know was that he needed a new start. Besides, this Unit’s precinct is closer to home and frankly, the sandwich place around the corner has better pricing than the last one.

Relations
Phil’s Son - Amier
Phil’s Wife - Anna
Various Other Cops, (Family Friends, Old Buddies, etc)
Various Others (Old friends from school, connections, etc)

Personal History
Phil is the Son of a cop, the son of a cop, the son of a soldier. He grew up in Detroit, not very far away from where he father was stationed, and only a few precincts over from where the unit is assigned. All his life he looked up to his dad, and wanted to become just like him, but when the Police became privatized, Phil’s dad was let go. His pension covered the family for awhile before Phil could join the force, but not working changed Phil’s dad, he became drunker more often, colder, one night, worse than normal, Phil’s dad came at Phil with his belt, and Phil took it. But then the monster headed for Phil’s Mom.
That’s when it began for Phil; beaten, bruised, and bloody Phil, a teenager at the time, stood between his parents, set his jaw, and looked into his father’s blurry, cold eyes, and said “No.”, enraging his father and causing Phil to take the belt again and again, until eventually Phil’s Dad fell down drunk. Phil’s dad never got that bad again, and a few years later he died. But it was at that moment that Phil really knew what he was going to do with his life, he was going to Serve and Protect.
Years passed, Phil rose through the ranks, he was a good cop, becoming a detective and eventually getting his own partner and marrying her sister. The family as a whole became very close, and Detroit even seemed to be eeking out it’s own version of peace, all was good. Then suddenly, it wasn’t.
The riots, the rapes, the murders, they all seemed to be coming in too fast to deal with. But Phil’s partner never wavered, and the “aug” in her brain seemed to be able to deal with the stress, almost better than the ones in her arms and legs, that helped Phil, it helped a lot. Then, one day, She snapped. While running down a particularly disgusting perp, something. Just snapped in Phil’s Partner’s brain, she drew her gun and began shooting into a crowd, At first it was just shots in the air, causing the crowd to turn riotous and make their lives harder, but then it was directed at the perp, and it suddenly didn’t matter who was in her way as long as she caught this guy. So she lined up her semi-auto, and Phil, making a split second decision, took his shot. It was enough to slow her down and get her attention, but not enough to stop her, no, that didn’t happen until after Phil had left his arm, and emptied six more bullets.
After that Phil was given some “Administrative Leave”, for which he was grateful, but after what felt like a long time of dishes, spending time with his family, and enjoying life. He’s ready to get back to work. Phil doesn’t know if he’ll ever be the same, physically or mentally, but he know’s that It’s time. So he asked his Captain to recommend him for this Unit, and the rest, is history.

Equipment
Grandad’s Stun Baton, not technically standard issue anymore, but Phil likes the way it feels in his hand, and trusts it more than his pistol right now.
Standard issue pistol (seen in pic)
Cybernetic Left Arm: Capable of dealing some serious melee damage, more or less indestructible, also capable of delivering an electric charge.
Body Armor - Resistant to Kinetic and Non-Kinetic (Laser’s, etc) damage (seen in pic)
Hat - Stylish