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MurderVictim
Lith
Nortee
Ol Judgeent
Kuro
Krasnaya
Mae
Bluetommy
'Fake ID'
"You work for me now, you do as I say."
LOOKS
Fake ID stands at six foot one wearing a door gunner's vest, the kind you see on a AV-4 TTI vehicle. The guys who mount the big guns. Under that he wears a wife beater, and his pants are some edge-runner cargos with meshing of some sort on it along with military boots. His skin is olive, like most latinos. He has long black hair which has two braid lockes behind his head. He appears to be of average build and sport hazel eyes, his facial expression is rather neutral. He is covered in various tattoos on his upper chest and back aswell as both his arms.
PSYCHE
Some describe Fake ID as a straight forward guy. He'll say what he needs to say and then stay quiet after it, or take questions. He's a man of choice words, described as a calm man his temper rarely goes off. When it does, it usually results in a fire fight, violence and the sort of actions that will get you booked. Outside of his public persona he is known to hold intellectual conversations with those who request an audience. However, rare as Fake ID is usually managing the day to day operations of his gang and has little time for talk unless it's with 'Intersprinter'
HEAT
Strangely, no one.
STREET CRED
A nobody, a whisper in the wind and a rumor to most.
THE STORY
Mexico.
Land of hot deserts and the dead, that's what it is now ever since the drug wars with the Cartels and the U.S.A. broke out in the early 90s. The dead have been stacked up, the government is non-existant and the Cartels run the streets. That's how Fake ended up in the U.S. his gang was wiped out in mexico. The details specifically are vague but it was a violent way to go and by the Feds themselves. Cybergrunts, torture, the kind of stuff that would keep you away from the U.S.A right? Wrong, they call him Fake ID for a reason. He came to the U.S. with forged documents and has been here ever since.
He never stayed too long in each state, he lived job by job. Hitting corps, dealing cyberware. It was all in the gig, or so they say. His crew was never the same for each job and the law was closing in on him. That's when he met Intersprinter in Night City - city of dreams some say. One of the best deckers in the state of NorCal he helped Fake ID stay under the radar. There's some missing bits, omitted or covered up with Intersprinter's help thus keeping Fake in the shadows once again.
Now he's in Night City and there is a job that needs to be done - no, a mission. Take over the damn city, it'll be the start of something great. What if you didn't have to work anymore, you got your money from the lackies below you and they the same? If you could live how you wanted, without the cops or anyone on you back. Get what you want when you want, not a care in the world. For Fake ID, this was the new American Dream. He was so close to grabbing it, all he needed was a team.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
- Kalishnikov A-80 Hvy. Rifle
- Door Gunner Vest
...AND THE REST
Fake ID sometimes gives out a strange vibe.
Fake ID stands at six foot one wearing a door gunner's vest, the kind you see on a AV-4 TTI vehicle. The guys who mount the big guns. Under that he wears a wife beater, and his pants are some edge-runner cargos with meshing of some sort on it along with military boots. His skin is olive, like most latinos. He has long black hair which has two braid lockes behind his head. He appears to be of average build and sport hazel eyes, his facial expression is rather neutral. He is covered in various tattoos on his upper chest and back aswell as both his arms.
PSYCHE
Some describe Fake ID as a straight forward guy. He'll say what he needs to say and then stay quiet after it, or take questions. He's a man of choice words, described as a calm man his temper rarely goes off. When it does, it usually results in a fire fight, violence and the sort of actions that will get you booked. Outside of his public persona he is known to hold intellectual conversations with those who request an audience. However, rare as Fake ID is usually managing the day to day operations of his gang and has little time for talk unless it's with 'Intersprinter'
HEAT
Strangely, no one.
STREET CRED
A nobody, a whisper in the wind and a rumor to most.
THE STORY
Mexico.
Land of hot deserts and the dead, that's what it is now ever since the drug wars with the Cartels and the U.S.A. broke out in the early 90s. The dead have been stacked up, the government is non-existant and the Cartels run the streets. That's how Fake ended up in the U.S. his gang was wiped out in mexico. The details specifically are vague but it was a violent way to go and by the Feds themselves. Cybergrunts, torture, the kind of stuff that would keep you away from the U.S.A right? Wrong, they call him Fake ID for a reason. He came to the U.S. with forged documents and has been here ever since.
He never stayed too long in each state, he lived job by job. Hitting corps, dealing cyberware. It was all in the gig, or so they say. His crew was never the same for each job and the law was closing in on him. That's when he met Intersprinter in Night City - city of dreams some say. One of the best deckers in the state of NorCal he helped Fake ID stay under the radar. There's some missing bits, omitted or covered up with Intersprinter's help thus keeping Fake in the shadows once again.
Now he's in Night City and there is a job that needs to be done - no, a mission. Take over the damn city, it'll be the start of something great. What if you didn't have to work anymore, you got your money from the lackies below you and they the same? If you could live how you wanted, without the cops or anyone on you back. Get what you want when you want, not a care in the world. For Fake ID, this was the new American Dream. He was so close to grabbing it, all he needed was a team.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
- Kalishnikov A-80 Hvy. Rifle
- Door Gunner Vest
...AND THE REST
Fake ID sometimes gives out a strange vibe.
