Post by kanonite on Sept 23, 2018 0:48:51 GMT
Alias: "Lyme"
Other Nicknames: "Fash", "Nazi Dude", "Jaws", "Mr.Grumpy", "Hate", "Studmuffin", "LAG (Leather And Gas)"
Species: Shark
Age: Mid-20s
Personality: Quiet, Expresses disdain for both prey and pred alike, Introverted, Sadomasochistic Tendencies, likes talking (and caring) about technology more than he does people.
Build: Muscular
Height: 7'1
Occupation: Freelance Combat Engineer/WKGP Computer Specialist
BioAugs: Strength Enhancer, Reflex Enhancer, Dermal Reinforcement, Life Extender
CyberAugs: WKGP Smartlink
Gear: Banged-Up WKGP Scout Armor with Engineer pack, STG68 PDW, about six ammo boxes, looted rations, money pried off of dead criminals, repair kit, 'bout a dozen packs of cig's, last month's copy of "Alpha Males Monthly"
Backstory: Born the son of a mobster father and a teacher mother, Lyme had a fairly typical upbringing for a Wolfklaue Citizen, being indoctrinated in propaganda and taught to fight before he could even walk. It was not until his teens that something went wrong. His class had the privilege of getting to meet and get autographs from the then stars of countless propaganda films. Nearing the end of the proceeding, he and two other boys were invited back stage for a special surprise. Said surprise turned out to be horrible, horrible anal rape.
And while the other two tried to justify what happened as an honor and do their best to forget it, Lyme had different thoughts. How could these heroes, these valiant fighters of the predator way, be rapists, something other propaganda films have depicted as bad, atleast on other preds? This question, that he could not ask in public lest he come off as insane and become ostracized, haunted his mind well until high school graduation, until he concluded, with his father's input on the event, that there was no such thing as war heroes, only sick fucks with good PR.
A few months before graduation, his father's career choice caught up with him and left Lyme without a parental figure.
Wanting a more legal path than his dad took, one with a Tech scholarship at the end, he opted for the army. Though he was not the most sociable of the rookies, in fact being quite the opposite, he was still seen as kin, for he still saluted when everyone else saluted, professed the same hate of prey as everyone and consumed the flesh of prey, just as everyone. Yet, something bothered him throughout, something that he once again did not dare to express.
He hated seeing the others buy into propaganda so hook, like and sinker, especially involving their new "Star", this redhead chick who he could swear only existed to spew slogans and rhetoric, he wondered if she too had skeletons in her closet like the rapists from years ago had.
Eventually boot camp ended and he went into the field, where he quickly earned respect among his squad for both his tech skills and savage use of his suit's dendrites in mutilating prey, prey that was easy to slaughter because he imagined the "Heroes" from years ago in their place.
A tour of service and dozens of dead prey and traitor preds later, he earned that scholarship. His marks in the strictly-controlled campus were so high he earned himself the esteemed position of Tender, one of the engineers taking care of the Frau herself, and being granted a Life Extender BioAug to boot.
The job went without a hitch until a mysterious individual slipped him something he was not legally supposed to see. It was the formula to the Life Extender, and it awoke a sensation in him that he had not felt in ages. From what he remembered, the prey called it "Guilt" and "Disgust". The day after, he received a scanproof attache case including a note, a PDW with several spare mags, a suit of Scout armor, a wristcomp with an override cable and a note who's signature sent shockwaves through him as he recognized an old squadmate of his. The note urged him to stand up for himself and escape the city, taking advantage of the border warzone's chaos in order to run in the direction of London,
It was time to choose. Continue living as a loyalist privy to a heinous party secret, or become his own man and escape.
He chose the latter.
After some sneaking about, taps to the head and breaking through locks, he emerged out of the city and found his old ally waiting for him, having apparently tailed him while cloaked throughout, even keeping the heat of him as a guardian demon of sorts.
After donning his old armor, the duo set about on what could only be described as "War Rally", hijacking a fast armored vehicle and plowing it across the battlefield toward the London area, all the while evading explosions and gunfire.
When they finally reached their destination, they fenced their ride to a nearby chopshop for some starting money, then went their seperate ways. Now, Lyme is looking to learn and earn, now having the freedom to find tech that was heavily forbidden in Wolfklaue, along with scoring cash to get or even build faction neutral armor.
Other Nicknames: "Fash", "Nazi Dude", "Jaws", "Mr.Grumpy", "Hate", "Studmuffin", "LAG (Leather And Gas)"
Species: Shark
Age: Mid-20s
Personality: Quiet, Expresses disdain for both prey and pred alike, Introverted, Sadomasochistic Tendencies, likes talking (and caring) about technology more than he does people.
Build: Muscular
Height: 7'1
Occupation: Freelance Combat Engineer/WKGP Computer Specialist
BioAugs: Strength Enhancer, Reflex Enhancer, Dermal Reinforcement, Life Extender
CyberAugs: WKGP Smartlink
Gear: Banged-Up WKGP Scout Armor with Engineer pack, STG68 PDW, about six ammo boxes, looted rations, money pried off of dead criminals, repair kit, 'bout a dozen packs of cig's, last month's copy of "Alpha Males Monthly"
Backstory: Born the son of a mobster father and a teacher mother, Lyme had a fairly typical upbringing for a Wolfklaue Citizen, being indoctrinated in propaganda and taught to fight before he could even walk. It was not until his teens that something went wrong. His class had the privilege of getting to meet and get autographs from the then stars of countless propaganda films. Nearing the end of the proceeding, he and two other boys were invited back stage for a special surprise. Said surprise turned out to be horrible, horrible anal rape.
And while the other two tried to justify what happened as an honor and do their best to forget it, Lyme had different thoughts. How could these heroes, these valiant fighters of the predator way, be rapists, something other propaganda films have depicted as bad, atleast on other preds? This question, that he could not ask in public lest he come off as insane and become ostracized, haunted his mind well until high school graduation, until he concluded, with his father's input on the event, that there was no such thing as war heroes, only sick fucks with good PR.
A few months before graduation, his father's career choice caught up with him and left Lyme without a parental figure.
Wanting a more legal path than his dad took, one with a Tech scholarship at the end, he opted for the army. Though he was not the most sociable of the rookies, in fact being quite the opposite, he was still seen as kin, for he still saluted when everyone else saluted, professed the same hate of prey as everyone and consumed the flesh of prey, just as everyone. Yet, something bothered him throughout, something that he once again did not dare to express.
He hated seeing the others buy into propaganda so hook, like and sinker, especially involving their new "Star", this redhead chick who he could swear only existed to spew slogans and rhetoric, he wondered if she too had skeletons in her closet like the rapists from years ago had.
Eventually boot camp ended and he went into the field, where he quickly earned respect among his squad for both his tech skills and savage use of his suit's dendrites in mutilating prey, prey that was easy to slaughter because he imagined the "Heroes" from years ago in their place.
A tour of service and dozens of dead prey and traitor preds later, he earned that scholarship. His marks in the strictly-controlled campus were so high he earned himself the esteemed position of Tender, one of the engineers taking care of the Frau herself, and being granted a Life Extender BioAug to boot.
The job went without a hitch until a mysterious individual slipped him something he was not legally supposed to see. It was the formula to the Life Extender, and it awoke a sensation in him that he had not felt in ages. From what he remembered, the prey called it "Guilt" and "Disgust". The day after, he received a scanproof attache case including a note, a PDW with several spare mags, a suit of Scout armor, a wristcomp with an override cable and a note who's signature sent shockwaves through him as he recognized an old squadmate of his. The note urged him to stand up for himself and escape the city, taking advantage of the border warzone's chaos in order to run in the direction of London,
It was time to choose. Continue living as a loyalist privy to a heinous party secret, or become his own man and escape.
He chose the latter.
After some sneaking about, taps to the head and breaking through locks, he emerged out of the city and found his old ally waiting for him, having apparently tailed him while cloaked throughout, even keeping the heat of him as a guardian demon of sorts.
After donning his old armor, the duo set about on what could only be described as "War Rally", hijacking a fast armored vehicle and plowing it across the battlefield toward the London area, all the while evading explosions and gunfire.
When they finally reached their destination, they fenced their ride to a nearby chopshop for some starting money, then went their seperate ways. Now, Lyme is looking to learn and earn, now having the freedom to find tech that was heavily forbidden in Wolfklaue, along with scoring cash to get or even build faction neutral armor.
