Solberg, Søren
"SRN"
Age... 21
Gender... Male
Origin... Netherlands, Europe
Appearance
Soren stands slightly above average height - at five foot ten or eleven. He sports short, light chocolate tresses that often drape just past his ears. He has some color to his skin, though his complexion is far from dark or deep. His chin and jaw are peppered and decorated with short hair just able to pass as facial hair as opposed to peach fuzz. Thinner lips sit in the center of his face, and above that sits a nose of angular description. With high cheekbones, his face is much like his body in build, thin and refined with sharp accents. To complete his face, he has two emerald eyes topped by brows a shade darker than his hair. All in all, he is a generally handsome man depending on who one asks.
Keeping him thin is his active lifestyle, but keeping him from being built is his detachment from more strenuous activity and assignments. Sparing him from that action is the distance from the action hidden safely behind his computer console. The way he unconsciously acts with his body supports these claims, as he is often physically aloof and able to find comfort in the most uncomfortable of situations. He keeps himself groomed; maintaining his not-peach fuzz, hygienes, clean cut and comfortable way of dress, all the way down to manicured and well taken care of hands and nails.
In spite of his prim and proper way of presenting himself - in a way - he is not without his physical faults. Life in the rough, tumble, and dark streets have blessed him with many scars along his body. The most notable of which run across his neck near his windpipe where a run in with an unsavory person left him for worse. The scar is perhaps the most sensitive of topics, should one bring it up, and it’s memory remains fresh in the tinkerer’s mind despite how many years ago the incident occurred.
Soren dresses clean and comfortably. He can often be seen in more or less loose fitting jeans held onto his tight waist lazily with a belt. As tops, he often wears simple pullover tees and sweatshirts that provide him warmth in the chilled buildings downunder. If the situation should call for it, he does have fitting, lightweight armor of civilian-grade to protect him should he ever need to be in the field.
Analysis
Soren, at his core, is a relatively calm person. He isn’t excitable, nor is he very impulsive. He is the cautious sort, one to look both ways three times before crossing a street. That said, he isn’t what someone would call brave either. He keeps his head low and doesn’t seek to catch the attention of any who he passes on the street. Cold and seemingly aloof at first, he is actually very warm and compassionate to those he cares about, but also extends that warmth and care of wellbeing to strangers in many circumstances. Though he can hardly scrape the funds to get by himself, he is charitable and often donates what little free time he has to help others. All that said, deep down he is someone who seeks to be recognized and commended for all that he’s done. He yearns to be stable and to no longer be forced to lean on less than savory work to get by day by day.
Record
Soren Solberg was born in the Netherlands, Europe to an up and coming family as an only child. His father was an astute businessman who used dedication and hard work to bring his family from poverty levels to that of a respectable height. His mother was an attentive one, and her job allowed for her to give Soren the love and attention he needed and desired as a growing child. Once his father obtained a reputable position as chairman of a blooming corporation, Soren’s mother forfeit her job to stay at home and look after the growing Solberg estate and Soren, too.
In time, Soren was stripped of his only child status and his family welcomed a sister to the then-young boy. During this time, Soren found himself being enrolled in a private school that would act as the prerequisite to eventual attendance to another private and prestigious institution. Soren was a dutiful, responsible student and constantly finished near the top of his class, earning him much attention in the form of academics. When it came time for him to attend the prestigious institution for his secondary education years, he was chosen and admitted without hesitation.
It was in this school that his passion and love of technology came into play. He found himself gravitating towards any device in the school that would allow him to practice the skills he was beginning to tap then. He grew those skills, and towards the end of his secondary years, it was clear where he was going to specialize after he graduated and attended a university. Given his good marks and diligent way of being, Soren had a plethora of schools at his beck and call.
Soren eventually graduated from secondary school and began to choose where he wanted to attend for his tertiary and higher education. However, the choice was never made. Soren’s father accepted an offer from the company that would transfer him and his family to New Hong Kong. The venture was important for the business, and would further solidify the Solberg name in Europe and allow them to branch their influence out into East Asia. For the sake of the name and the familial prestige, Soren’s future was shifted dramatically and he was forced to choose a university near his new home.
That time never came, though. Soon after the Solbergs moved to New Hong Kong they found themselves on uneven footing. The ground was new and unknown to them, and thus any business-fluency Soren’s father had found itself out the window and borderline useless. Time and time again Soren’s education was postponed because of his father’s necessary business dealings, and soon Soren became disenchanted with the idea of continuing his education. To both aid his family and forge something of his own, Soren took a job as computer technician for a no-name company to earn his own income. He began to figure if he wanted his path to be his own, he would have to distance himself from his family, regardless of how much weight their name may have carried. Then again, since moving, that weight seemed less and less with each passing day. In Europe, they may have been of hefty consideration, but in East Asia, they were a few notches above no one.
Soren was on the cusp of independence when a bad business deal made by his father reared its ugly head and bit at the Solbergs. Tragedy stuck them financially and soon the bad deal turned a flesh wound into a hemorrhaging catastrophe. The Solbergs were ruined, and any attempts as salvaging the name and finances was met by a brick wall of opposition. Soren’s father was stripped of his job, and because of the loss, divorce in the family followed suit. Soren’s mother split from his father and took his sister with her. Soren presumed they returned to Europe but his own troubles began due to his association with his father at the same time. Because of their shared surname, Soren lost his position at the company he was working at and was forced to find his own means of surviving in New Hong Kong.
Moving to the underbelly of the city and away from his family, Soren took a job at the Mavericks, as they were the only company willing to hire a reject such as himself. Under their employment, despite the work, he was able to secure himself an abode in the Valhalla District and live in a less than comfortable position.
Notable Equipment
- SHK Bat - similar to a police baton, the weapon holds a static charge and discharges upon being used as a blunt force weapon. It delivers a jolt strong enough to temporarily stun, if not incapacitate, who hit by it.
- Wrist WCH - Soren has developed a custom communicator that is strapped to his wrist. It possesses a decent sized display screen and allows him to take video and audio calls. A moderately sized storage unit is hosted on it as well, allowing him to store a hefty amount of files. Many hook-ups and cords are housed in the system as well, allowing him to hook up to other computer mainframes through it.
- JNX Backpack Prototype - the JNX Backpack is a personal project of Soren’s. Similar to the Wrist WCH, it is a mini-computer mainframe of its own, able to hold many terabytes of storage. With several bells and whistles, it’s a blessing to have when needed but a pain to lug around due to its weight. It’s very much a work-in-progress.