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Amon Gunther
"Always check the eyes."
An old soul, Amon has been working with the L.A.P.D for decades originally starting off as a beat officer he moved up quickly in 2019 as a Blade Runner. During the Tyrell Corporation's reign of terror he hunted down NEXUS-6 replicants until the black out took out the registry and replicant creation was prohibited indefinetely. That didn't mean work stopped for the old man, there were still replicants trying to blend in with society. These replicants were obviously threats, they simply had to be retired.
Things usually got violent, Amon has seen alot and done alot. Besides that over time his regard as a detective has improved, despite being old he has a nose for investigations. Understanding crime scenes, analysing DNA even with the technological setback as things were different in 2019 than it is now. Replicant hunting hasen't gotten easier, they were made to out smart us. However, they can run but they'll never be in hiding too long when Amon is purusing them.
It's with his hard work ethic and sometimes 'hard' approach is what gets the job done. Now with retirement closely creeping towards him, Amon takes on one last assignment before he goes to settle down somewhere nice. Off World sounds like a good place to start.
It was a accident, it was just a fucking accident. They looked so similair, Amon had been chasing her for weeks but she got the slip of him. How? How could she, how did she find someone who looked so similair? When he did confront her, he fired but he didn't bother to scan her eye prior. When he checked her eye, there was no serial numbers but a lifelessness on the other side.
He had to cover it up.
Haunted - Amon is still haunted from what he did that day, he has reoccuring night mares that keep his sleep to a minimal.
Old Man - Due to his age he isn't in the same shape he was back in 2019 and it's noticeable.
Addiction (Alcohol) - Since he started hunting he's been clinging onto the bottle with a dead grip.
Alone - Amon has no one, his family had left him a long time ago. He often is left to his own thoughts.
Ace Investigator - Amon has a proven track record of hard detective work, through forensics and crime reconstruction he can solve some of the hardest scenes.
Eagle Eye - Amon has become a crack shot over the years, he's one of the most frequent users of the PD's range.
Fortitude: 5
Willpower: 2
Passion: 0
Perception: 8
Violence: 7
Humanity: 3
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Javier Czerny grew up one of the countless orphans in the sprawling megacity of Los Angeles. He knows nothing of his parents, not even their faces, though heβs never felt the need to uncover their whereabouts. After all, theyβve never once shown any interest in him, so why should he care about them?
Much of his early years were spent in a tiny, government-funded orphanage tucked away in a forgotten corner of K-Town. He learned quickly that the best way to survive was to make himself useful, prove that he wasnβt just another liability. But even back then, Javier knew the importance of working smart, not hard.
Most of what they did at the orphanage was menial, assembly-line work, putting together circuit boards and the like. Childrenβs hands were smaller, more delicate, and thus, better suited for the task. Javier, however, was always more of a people-person. With an unusual knack for persuasionβthough some would call it manipulationβhe would talk the other kids into covering for him when he fell short of his quotas, or when he stole away in the middle of the night to see the city.
It wasnβt difficult to see why so many of his peers put up with Javier and his indiscretions. He had a way with words, and a warm, faultless smile that seemed to promise that as long as you did everything he said, it would all be fine.
As soon as he was able, Javier left the orphanage, eventually falling in with a gang based in K-Town, known simply as the Munshin (λ¬Έμ ). They were known as a group of thieves and racketeers, with a fearsome reputation of cutting the ears off of rival gang members. Javier himself started out as a simple courier, charged with ferrying black market goods from one end of the city to another.
His knowledge of the city served him well, and Javier proved to be a capable negotiator as time went by. He knew exactly what to say in order to get under someoneβs skin, convincing them that what he wanted was what they really want, too. When words failed, however, Javier wasnβt afraid of getting his hands dirty either.
He was eager to make a name for himself, crawl from the squalid underbelly of LA to a colony off-world; though he knew as well as anyone that it was nothing but a pipe dream. Thanks to the Wallace Corporationβs monopoly over the Replicant and farming industries, the price of a ticket had skyrocketed, with only the fabulously wealthy being able to afford them.
Nevertheless, Javier had never been one for self-pity. He did his best with what he was given, and rose through the ranks to become a trusted lieutenant in the Munshin. His work largely consisted of handling the gangβs logistics and day-to-day operations. When he spoke, people listened, and that made him the perfect man for the job. Still, things were bound to come to a head, though it was unfortunate that it would happen sooner rather than later.
Javier heard about an impending sting operation by the authorities through his network of contacts, and began to worry about his future in the gang. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Munshin crumbled, he turned himself in to the LAPD as an informant. His insider knowledge about the gang proved a valuable resource to the police, and the Munshin were promptly dealt with.
In exchange for his cooperation, Javierβs sentence was greatly reduced, and he ended up serving only a year out of the proposed eight. After his release, he would continue working with the LAPD, providing further insight into other gangs he had come into contact with over the years.
Thanks to his knowledge of the city, and proficiency in multiple languages, they saw fit to keep him on permanent retainer. Eventually, his criminal record would be expunged entirelyβat least to low-level personnelβand he would become a full-fledged officer of the LAPD.
It wasnβt until two years back, however, that he finally assumed the mantle of Blade Runner. While Javier doesnβt exactly relish the idea of hunting down rogue Replicants, a jobβs a job, not to mention how it paid better than anything he could ever hope to find on his own. Of course, even after everything, his higher-ups never let him forget what he owed them.
Remember, Czerny. Weβve given you everything you have, and we have the power to take it away, too.
Much of his early years were spent in a tiny, government-funded orphanage tucked away in a forgotten corner of K-Town. He learned quickly that the best way to survive was to make himself useful, prove that he wasnβt just another liability. But even back then, Javier knew the importance of working smart, not hard.
Most of what they did at the orphanage was menial, assembly-line work, putting together circuit boards and the like. Childrenβs hands were smaller, more delicate, and thus, better suited for the task. Javier, however, was always more of a people-person. With an unusual knack for persuasionβthough some would call it manipulationβhe would talk the other kids into covering for him when he fell short of his quotas, or when he stole away in the middle of the night to see the city.
It wasnβt difficult to see why so many of his peers put up with Javier and his indiscretions. He had a way with words, and a warm, faultless smile that seemed to promise that as long as you did everything he said, it would all be fine.
As soon as he was able, Javier left the orphanage, eventually falling in with a gang based in K-Town, known simply as the Munshin (λ¬Έμ ). They were known as a group of thieves and racketeers, with a fearsome reputation of cutting the ears off of rival gang members. Javier himself started out as a simple courier, charged with ferrying black market goods from one end of the city to another.
His knowledge of the city served him well, and Javier proved to be a capable negotiator as time went by. He knew exactly what to say in order to get under someoneβs skin, convincing them that what he wanted was what they really want, too. When words failed, however, Javier wasnβt afraid of getting his hands dirty either.
He was eager to make a name for himself, crawl from the squalid underbelly of LA to a colony off-world; though he knew as well as anyone that it was nothing but a pipe dream. Thanks to the Wallace Corporationβs monopoly over the Replicant and farming industries, the price of a ticket had skyrocketed, with only the fabulously wealthy being able to afford them.
Nevertheless, Javier had never been one for self-pity. He did his best with what he was given, and rose through the ranks to become a trusted lieutenant in the Munshin. His work largely consisted of handling the gangβs logistics and day-to-day operations. When he spoke, people listened, and that made him the perfect man for the job. Still, things were bound to come to a head, though it was unfortunate that it would happen sooner rather than later.
Javier heard about an impending sting operation by the authorities through his network of contacts, and began to worry about his future in the gang. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Munshin crumbled, he turned himself in to the LAPD as an informant. His insider knowledge about the gang proved a valuable resource to the police, and the Munshin were promptly dealt with.
In exchange for his cooperation, Javierβs sentence was greatly reduced, and he ended up serving only a year out of the proposed eight. After his release, he would continue working with the LAPD, providing further insight into other gangs he had come into contact with over the years.
Thanks to his knowledge of the city, and proficiency in multiple languages, they saw fit to keep him on permanent retainer. Eventually, his criminal record would be expunged entirelyβat least to low-level personnelβand he would become a full-fledged officer of the LAPD.
It wasnβt until two years back, however, that he finally assumed the mantle of Blade Runner. While Javier doesnβt exactly relish the idea of hunting down rogue Replicants, a jobβs a job, not to mention how it paid better than anything he could ever hope to find on his own. Of course, even after everything, his higher-ups never let him forget what he owed them.
Remember, Czerny. Weβve given you everything you have, and we have the power to take it away, too.
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Everyone has heard rumors of corruption in the LAPD, an insidious poison slowly seeping its way through the precinct. Javier Czerny is one of those crooked cops; as long as heβs sufficiently compensated, heβs more than happy to look the other way. Once, he allowed a Replicant to escape retirement in exchange for a cache of money they had stashed away.
As of yet, no one knows of Javierβs deceit, not even his superiors. Heβs very good at covering his tracks, though he always makes sure to keep his ear to the ground, just in case.
As of yet, no one knows of Javierβs deceit, not even his superiors. Heβs very good at covering his tracks, though he always makes sure to keep his ear to the ground, just in case.
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- πΌπ΄ππ²π΄π½π°ππ - To Javier, thereβs no one more important than himself, though he sees his self-serving nature as inevitable, given the world they live inβif he doesnβt look after himself, who will?
- π·π΄π³πΎπ½πΈπππΈπ² - Whenever heβs off the clock, Javier seeks distraction. It doesnβt matter if itβs a drink at a roadside izakaya, or a chance meeting with an attractive stranger; he isnβt picky with his vices.
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- Fortitude: 2
- Willpower: 4
- Passion: 7
- Perception: 6
- Violence: 5
- Humanity: 1
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Sarah Venett was born into a large, dramatic family. Every single adult was a hard worker with a typical underbelly demeanor. They were neither poor nor rich. Sarahβs father was a patrol officer for the L.A.P.D., a regular tough guy with a badge. She cannot deny that he was her idol. He was the one that schooled Sarah about all things law enforcement and being able to handle the streets. It certainly was no game out thereβthe streets were gritty, cruel, and dark. Her father always used to say that βif you want to be a good cop, you have got to commit a couple of crimes yourself.β Sarah signed up for the police academy as soon as she was able to.
After graduation, Sarah worked at the same precinct as her father for a few years. He was a man of principle and hated nepotism with a passion. The philosophy he had taught his daughter come to define most of her career choices. The road to detective for Sarah would go through the dirtiest and darkest streets of the city. A year or two passed with plenty of taking calls and busting down doors before her father retired from the force. He finally agreed to write a letter of recommendation, which Sarah used to transfer to another precinct where she would work narcotics.
Sarah spent a number of years working narcotics and trafficking. About half of those years were undercover as a handler and escort for one of the more hidden organizations within the city. When the orders finally came down and the raids busted in doors, many of the girls that Sarah had come to know were released, which created a small network of eyes and ears on the street. Most of them still keep in touch with Sarah, even though they havenβt abandoned service work, as they feel safe to have a high ranking police officer on their side of things.
She finally made detective after the trafficking bust. A few days after the celebration party at home with the family, Sarahβs father was killed by what was assumed to be a Replicant. The case quickly went cold. Witnesses and physical evidence was scarce to the point of completely null. Sarah became obsessed with the Replicant issue. She accepted any case that had anything remotely to do with them, but progress was always halted by security and clearance barriers. She began to familiarize herself with the Bladerunner program and applied for a position a few months later.
After graduation, Sarah worked at the same precinct as her father for a few years. He was a man of principle and hated nepotism with a passion. The philosophy he had taught his daughter come to define most of her career choices. The road to detective for Sarah would go through the dirtiest and darkest streets of the city. A year or two passed with plenty of taking calls and busting down doors before her father retired from the force. He finally agreed to write a letter of recommendation, which Sarah used to transfer to another precinct where she would work narcotics.
Sarah spent a number of years working narcotics and trafficking. About half of those years were undercover as a handler and escort for one of the more hidden organizations within the city. When the orders finally came down and the raids busted in doors, many of the girls that Sarah had come to know were released, which created a small network of eyes and ears on the street. Most of them still keep in touch with Sarah, even though they havenβt abandoned service work, as they feel safe to have a high ranking police officer on their side of things.
She finally made detective after the trafficking bust. A few days after the celebration party at home with the family, Sarahβs father was killed by what was assumed to be a Replicant. The case quickly went cold. Witnesses and physical evidence was scarce to the point of completely null. Sarah became obsessed with the Replicant issue. She accepted any case that had anything remotely to do with them, but progress was always halted by security and clearance barriers. She began to familiarize herself with the Bladerunner program and applied for a position a few months later.
One of the last things Sarah did during her undercover period was to oversee a snuff production. It was the final nail in the coffin while building the case against the trafficking ring. However, she was unable to stop a scene with a young girl enduring more than anyone ever should before being murdered. In fact, Sarah let it happen for the sake of the case against the perpetrators. It has haunted her ever since. She has desperately tried to identify the girlβs parents, but without much fortune. She hopes to one day confront the parents and tell them that she was partly responsible for the torture and death of their child.
Sexual Trauma Sarah had to see and personally endure some pretty horrible things in the early days of her undercover period. Today, she only deals with girls whenever desire comes knocking.
Addict Sarah blames herself for the death of a young girl in the trafficking ring. Even if she seeks redemption, she cannot stop drowning herself in alcohol and drugs.
Vendetta Sarah has a personal stake in the Replicant issue. She believes that her father was murdered by one, but there is little to no evidence of it. Either way, there is a distinct aura of distrust surrounding Sarah in the presence of Replicants.
Jaded Sarah is emotionally jaded. She has clear issues with trust for anyone she doesn't already know. The only group of people that is able to bypass this sinister view of the world is the women of the streets.
Addict Sarah blames herself for the death of a young girl in the trafficking ring. Even if she seeks redemption, she cannot stop drowning herself in alcohol and drugs.
Vendetta Sarah has a personal stake in the Replicant issue. She believes that her father was murdered by one, but there is little to no evidence of it. Either way, there is a distinct aura of distrust surrounding Sarah in the presence of Replicants.
Jaded Sarah is emotionally jaded. She has clear issues with trust for anyone she doesn't already know. The only group of people that is able to bypass this sinister view of the world is the women of the streets.
Eyes & Ears Sarah has a network of streetwalkers that often prove to be useful when it comes to gathering information. These girls know Sarah from her undercover days within a trafficking ring.
Seduction Sarah learned quite a few things during her time as a handler and escort for the trafficking ring. Sometimes, those things come in handy when you want to get men or women to talk.
Seduction Sarah learned quite a few things during her time as a handler and escort for the trafficking ring. Sometimes, those things come in handy when you want to get men or women to talk.
Fortitude 5
Willpower 4
Passion 8
Perception 3
Violence 4
Humanity 1
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