@Doc Doctor Chico tossed the battle rifle aside as the empty chamber clicked, for in a close-quarters fight, you'd not have any opportunity to reload. Frowning, he backed up as the cyborg approached.
The euphemism was pretty ham-handed, but Chico didn't care. He was about to fire, when out of nowhere, four workmen approached the fight, coming within the grenade launcher's blast radius. Slinging it on his back, he swapped out to the SAW, and leveled it at the man.
Then, out of nowhere, the four workers tackled him to the ground, beating on the twit with hammers. Damn it, what were they doing? They'd get themselves killed.
"Hey, hey, hey, back up! I've got this, you just stand back!" The workers stopped, never taking their eyes off the cyborg, staring at him resentfully. Apparently the foreman had been fairly popular among the laborers.
Approaching the cyborg on the ground, LMG pointed at him, Chico had his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at the slightest twitch. "You now have two options, mijo de puta, surrender, or die. Give me one reason to fire."
@Doc Doctor Chico didn't get where he was by being unprofessional. However, when the man flinched and jumped back, he almost bent over laughing. "Amor de cristo, homem! It's only a fuckin' grenade launcher! Calm your tits!"
However, even as he said this, he backed away quickly, opening fire with the SCAR once more, aimed at his chest. This was a distraction, because when the man blocked with his hands, he would fire twice at his feet, hopefully launching him into the air.
@Doc Doctor Chico saw the thin spray of blood as his bullets hit center mass, and smiled. So he could be hurt by bullets. He wasn't some sort of invincible tank. Then, he raised his hands, and Chico frowned. White puffs of smoke, like hitting sandbags or armored plate. Alternating his aim towards different parts of the man's body, the man managed to track the bullets. Interesting. So he had enhanced reflexes, like Chico, and unlike Chico, had armor focused on his hands. Well then, it seemed that he would have to rectify that situation.
Holding the SCAR steady in his right hand, and continuing to fire, Chico reached around his back, and grabbed the H-MAC, leveling it at the ground in front of the British cyborg. "Pretty sure that's not how the law works when you kill someone unprovoked, pendejo!"
Holding down the trigger, Chico unloaded the H-MAC into the ground, 12 grenades exploding in the span of two seconds.
"... and that's how I saved Rio de Janeiro from the Eight Syndicates of 2050." The workmen around him clapped, cheering him on. It was a story they had all heard before as children, how the War Wolf of the Brasil Republique had gone on many adventures in his life. Hell, he was a legend, a real-life Captain America. He had comic books, movies, and novels written about him. It was pretty flattering, if Chico were to be honest.
If America weren't an oligarchy which in no way resembled its' founding values now- anyways, that was neither here nor there. Taking a sip of water from the cooler they were all drinking from, Chico prepared to tell another story, back from the 1990's, when he had assisted the Colombian Confederacy in their American-Backed 'War on Drugs', when a scream split the dusty air of the reconstruction site.
Immediately throwing his helmet back on, feeling the familiar pressurized hiss of the internal oxygen filters purifying the air in his lungs, and the HUD came alive, marking all of the construction workers within a 1000 meter radius with blue dots, and showing Chico that there was a foreign presence about 10 meters away, and three stories down. Sprinting forward, Chico leapt from the edge, and free-fell through the air, getting a complete view of the situation.
Some stereotypically British doof of a salaryman had just ripped out the foreman for this sector's spine. That was one indication that he was more than human, but his EAS (Electric Ambiance Sensor) confirmed it. This guy glowed like a HyperChristmas tree, evidence of some scramblers, which meant a cyborg, because there was no way that he had the means to scramble ECM and rip out a man's spine otherwise.
Landing in the superhero position, Chico grabbed his SCAR off its' position on his lower back, and whipped it around quicker than the eye can see, pointing it at the cyborg's center mass.
"Sir, I don't know who you are, but if you don't stand down and surrender, you and I are going to have quite a bit of fun before I put you six feet under." Xil Gil couldn't see his smile, but Chico was grinning wildly. "And believe me, I want you to try something. It's been so long since I had a good fight."
As soon as the cyborg opened his mouth, Chico fired, letting loose at full automatic at the doofy-looking murderer.
Alias: War Wolf Age: 329 years old Gender: Male Occupation: Soldier in the Brazilian Black Ops Division, 'BastΓ΅es Pretos', the "Black Bats". Demeanor: Chico is a rough-and-tumble, aggressive, jovial individual who finds joy in fighting. He is honorable, but will sacrifice honor for pragmatism.
Basic Appearance
Hair: A cropped, dark brown military cut. Facial Hair: A most epic goatee. Eyes: Green. Build: Tall, broad, heavyset, muscular. Height: 6'5" Weight: 220 lb. Special Features: His goatee is so majestic, women immediately must concentrate so they do not swoon, out of the pure majesty. It is said that this is how he saved Sao Paulo from Voodoo Demon Ladies.
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Capoeira, Savate, Muay Thai, Boxing, and of course, Brazilian Ju-Jitsu are all under his belt. He is a master of hand-to-hand fighting, with weapons or not.
-Knows mainly strike-based martial arts. -Is proficient with many ranged weapons, from mounted vehicular weapons to bows and arrows, Chico can use every weapon he touches, due to his extensive combat experience.
Abilities: Chico is blessed. Born in 1771 to a single mother of varying repute, he has fought in every revolution, every war that Brazil has had. For unknown reasons (usually attributed to being born by an angel, the result of alchemy, and even being chosen by the Tupi gods to be an immortal warrior,) Chico does not age, and cannot be poisoned, or affected by disease. However, his body has no further resistance to weapons, even if he is slightly stronger than the average man.
(Tl;Dr): - Can't age, be poisoned, or catch a disease. - Is slightly stronger than the normal human, able to affect about 2x more weight. - Is slightly faster (2x normal human), due to his muscles. His reactions have adapted to higher speeds after 260 years of fighting. - His body, unfortunately, provides no resistance to damage. He can be killed with gunfire, a knife, or even falling.
Gear
Long-Range X40MF "Eliminator" Disruption Rifle- A lightweight, compact black rifle, the Eliminator is a weapon capable of punching through traditional battleship plate armor, passing through matter by explosively rearranging the atoms, it has an effective range of 1/2 a mile - 2 miles, although it is not recommended for engagements within the 1/2 mile due to the ordinance type, which has to have a certain time to charge, as it is unstable within the gun. It has 6 shots in any one magazine.
12mm "Atlas" Boltcannon- A large, heavy railgun that just so happens to be a sidearm as well, the Atlas pistol fires 12mm bolts at a high velocity, nearly silently. Functionally, it works the same as a normal handgun, except with less recoil and noise. It has 12 shots in each magazine.
10-inch XOS Combat/Survival Knife- A 10-inch blade bade of a Titanium-Carbide alloy.
Hades Hooded Nanite-Wired Stealth Armor (HHN-WSA) Mk. 25- A marvel of science, the nanite wiring in the jacket, vest, and pants provide superior protection against bludgeoning, slashing (up to 1208 Joules of force in both categories), and even thermal damage (-240 to 2280 Degrees Fahrenheit). However, the nanites cannot defend against piercing damage, such as a knife or a spear. (Bullets aren't stopped, but they are slowed considerably.)
Helios Sealed Facemask Mk5- The HSF Mk5 is a completely airtight gasmask with built-in hyperspectral vision, HUD, and comm system.
M256 SAW LMG- A .65 Caliber, drum-loaded machine gun with 1600 rounds, that fires at 1200 rounds/minute. This beast of a gun shreds through material like tissue. It punches through light vehicle armor with ease, and has a fairly wide spread, able to destroy quite a bit at medium range, although it is thoroughly useless at long range.
H-MAC Rotary Grenade Launcher- Holding 12 35mm HE grenades, the H-MAC is a canister-reloaded launcher, that fires grenades fairly rapidly. The grenades have a 15-foot blast radius.
SCAR-AS Mk4- A battle rifle with 30 rounds a mag, and a 600 RPM capability, which fires 7.62Γ51mm NSATO (North-South America Treaty Organization) rounds. A typical Battle Rifle used by the NSATO forces.
10-inch XOS Combat/Survival Knife- A 10-inch blade bade of a Titanium-Carbide alloy.
"Ashur" NCHAP (New Caliphate Heavy Armor Platform)- A suit with Tungsten-Titanium plating, covered in a Ring Carbon laminate, both of which are insanely resistant to damage. The suit's capabilities are:
-Resistance to most forms of physical damage, making anything less than a vehicle-mounted weapon useless against it. -Resistance from virtually every radiation known to man, although the suit is unable to withstand tactical nuclear warheads, heavy plasma/laser arrays, the sun, etc. -Physical enhancement to be able to move normally with the suit on. -Self-contained oxygen tanks worth 3 hours of breath. -A command suite with motion tracking, IFF, hyperspectral vision, telescopic vision (200x human sight), electric ambiance sensor, sonar, and comms.
Bio: Chico was born to a lady of the evening in 1771, in Sao Paulo. From a young age, he was a fighter. So, he put his natural disposition to use, and became a warrior. However, he discovered, when his mother died, that he could not age, and was immune to poison or disease. So he did what he was best at, fighting for his home, even in the current year of 2100.