Boris had launched himself into an internal debate. Should he trust this person that for all he knows is an undercover cop or should he take a risk that could very well make him rich? If the authorities had the ability to contact him, they also most likely could arrest him anyway though. Either way, he was in a bad position. If someone he doesn't know and nobody that he knows know either, than how secure is he?
His computer speaker startled him with the sound of an incoming message. It stated that there was an IP address that she wanted him to connect to, it would have the reason he was being contracted. There would be another person connected to the server.
If nothing else, he would check the IP Address, see what was hosted, and leave. He made sure he was secure, using both an onion network and a VPN to make him anonymous, as well as spoofing a MAC address to make sure he wouldn't be tracked.
He checked the ports on the IP to see what all it had on it. Lo and behold there was another person connected to the network, it was just as he was told. The only thing there was an FTP server. He connected to it and got access to the server, there was no authentication needed. There was only one file on it. With his curiosity peaked, he downloaded the file.
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June 25th, 11 AM. Boris’ Primary Safehouse
Boris woke up. He stared at the ceiling fan, its spinning motion almost hypnotizing in his eyes. He was tired, hung over, and bored out of his mind. He had recently scored the jackpot on a contract that had paid him a great bounty. Such contracts do not come without their inherent risks so afterwards, he decided to lay low for a while, feeding slowly off of his now substantial cash reserves. He figured in another week he’d come back to his ‘work’, refreshed and renewed.
Slowly, he got out of bed, his eyes burning in the natural sunlight that poured in the room. He walked from his bedroom to the kitchen. He grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it on. It was the news.
“Police are still investigating mysterious shooting were the shooter had killed nor injured anyone, save for himself…”
As he started up his coffee he heard one of his computers alert him that he had a message. He walked up to the laptop, opening its lid to see what he’d been sent. The message sent was on an encrypted chat channel ran by the Silver Lining. Boris had set up a botnet using some of the Silver Lining servers and used it for small things like IRC and VPN tunneling. They knew he was there, they just didn't care as he never used it to harm them and never used up enough resources for his presence to matter.
The message was a curiosity to Boris. For one, he’d recently changed his encryption keys and hadn’t notified anyone of the change yet, so getting on his chat should’ve been impossible, unless whoever sent the message brute forced his keys. Secondly, the message was sent by someone he had no record of, someone named Aispi. He didn’t trust new people, especially if his first encounter with him involves them breaking his security measures.
The third curiosity was the message itself. It was all in hex, but from its formatting, he could tell it just needed to be converted to plain text. Once translated, it read as such:
“I need you to compromise a system for me.”
“Meridan’s Eastern Seaboard Servers”
“Be discreet”
“I need several backdoors. We will discuss payment later.”
Despite setting off several major red flags, the message intrigued him and he considered taking this person up on their offer, if for nothing else than to bring an end to the monotony.
Boris woke up. He stared at the ceiling fan, its spinning motion almost hypnotizing in his eyes. He was tired, hung over, and bored out of his mind. He had recently scored the jackpot on a contract that had paid him a great bounty. Such contracts do not come without their inherent risks so afterwards, he decided to lay low for a while, feeding slowly off of his now substantial cash reserves. He figured in another week he’d come back to his ‘work’, refreshed and renewed.
Slowly, he got out of bed, his eyes burning in the natural sunlight that poured in the room. He walked from his bedroom to the kitchen. He grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it on. It was the news.
“Police are still investigating mysterious shooting were the shooter had killed nor injured anyone, save for himself…”
As he started up his coffee he heard one of his computers alert him that he had a message. He walked up to the laptop, opening its lid to see what he’d been sent. The message sent was on an encrypted chat channel ran by the Silver Lining. Boris had set up a botnet using some of the Silver Lining servers and used it for small things like IRC and VPN tunneling. They knew he was there, they just didn't care as he never used it to harm them and never used up enough resources for his presence to matter.
The message was a curiosity to Boris. For one, he’d recently changed his encryption keys and hadn’t notified anyone of the change yet, so getting on his chat should’ve been impossible, unless whoever sent the message brute forced his keys. Secondly, the message was sent by someone he had no record of, someone named Aispi. He didn’t trust new people, especially if his first encounter with him involves them breaking his security measures.
The third curiosity was the message itself. It was all in hex, but from its formatting, he could tell it just needed to be converted to plain text. Once translated, it read as such:
“I need you to compromise a system for me.”
“Meridan’s Eastern Seaboard Servers”
“Be discreet”
“I need several backdoors. We will discuss payment later.”
Despite setting off several major red flags, the message intrigued him and he considered taking this person up on their offer, if for nothing else than to bring an end to the monotony.
Sorry, I had things that had required my full attention for a while and I'll make my post now.
Waiting on a reply from Kyelin. The PM didn't really tell me what was going on.
I've got a question. Is it a dumb idea to have characters in this RP that are completely unarmed?
I don't have any pressing questions now but should we for Crim to get a bio in before we start?
Real Name: Boris Drebin (His name was changed, original identity unknown)
Appearance: Light skin, 5'9", slender build. Has medium length black hair that goes unstyled. Typically wears black jeans or sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. When not wearing a sweatshirt, he wears plain colored t-shirts and either shorts or blue jeans.
Shell Name: b0v3rfl0w
Appearance:
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance Hacker
Weapon: N/A
Bio: Boris was born into a world at war. He was one of the last descendents of a Bratva sect in Chicago that was at war with a much more powerful mafia group. The war was waged for five years and the outcome was a bloodbath. The Bratva sect was all but eliminated, they left only the small children of this group alive, as they would cause no problems. Those children would grow up with him and be some of his greatest friends. Some fell into new mafia groups, others lived a life of petty crime, but none of them grew up to be anything good for the world. He would be no different.
At the age of 14, he was drawn into the world of hacking. His best friend had invited him to a hacker group who's focus was carding rackets. Boris saw great fortune for a few years as carding could move large quantities of money in a very short time. However, someone in his group slipped up and soon after got the attention of federal agents. The group, including his best friend, made a deal with these agents so they could get away free with him as a sacrifice. Boris found out the plan and was able to get out of town before they were going to make the drop on him.
He changed his identity and drifted around the states for several years. He worked freelance doing many jobs, such as carding, doxxing, and even some 'pen testing'. At the age of 21, he found a more permanent location in LA. He had come here with one goal in mind, survive and thrive.
Relationships: N/A
Other: He has a strong dislike for organised crime and hacktivist groups. He realizes the importance of such contacts however, and he keeps on good terms with these groups. He has many contacts in Silver Lining and a few in the Akimitsu Cartel.
Due to his betrayal, he is very untrusting and paranoid of people around him.
Despite being paranoid and untrusting, he tends to play with people who try to get dirt on him. He makes crude jokes and insults directed to people who don't pass his secret 'tests'.
He doesn't take contracts and will only occasionally look at leads. Due to his paranoid personality, he is always fearful of traps laid for him.
Appearance: Light skin, 5'9", slender build. Has medium length black hair that goes unstyled. Typically wears black jeans or sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. When not wearing a sweatshirt, he wears plain colored t-shirts and either shorts or blue jeans.
Shell Name: b0v3rfl0w
Appearance:
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance Hacker
Weapon: N/A
Bio: Boris was born into a world at war. He was one of the last descendents of a Bratva sect in Chicago that was at war with a much more powerful mafia group. The war was waged for five years and the outcome was a bloodbath. The Bratva sect was all but eliminated, they left only the small children of this group alive, as they would cause no problems. Those children would grow up with him and be some of his greatest friends. Some fell into new mafia groups, others lived a life of petty crime, but none of them grew up to be anything good for the world. He would be no different.
At the age of 14, he was drawn into the world of hacking. His best friend had invited him to a hacker group who's focus was carding rackets. Boris saw great fortune for a few years as carding could move large quantities of money in a very short time. However, someone in his group slipped up and soon after got the attention of federal agents. The group, including his best friend, made a deal with these agents so they could get away free with him as a sacrifice. Boris found out the plan and was able to get out of town before they were going to make the drop on him.
He changed his identity and drifted around the states for several years. He worked freelance doing many jobs, such as carding, doxxing, and even some 'pen testing'. At the age of 21, he found a more permanent location in LA. He had come here with one goal in mind, survive and thrive.
Relationships: N/A
Other: He has a strong dislike for organised crime and hacktivist groups. He realizes the importance of such contacts however, and he keeps on good terms with these groups. He has many contacts in Silver Lining and a few in the Akimitsu Cartel.
Due to his betrayal, he is very untrusting and paranoid of people around him.
Despite being paranoid and untrusting, he tends to play with people who try to get dirt on him. He makes crude jokes and insults directed to people who don't pass his secret 'tests'.
He doesn't take contracts and will only occasionally look at leads. Due to his paranoid personality, he is always fearful of traps laid for him.
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