Uncultured
Dreamer/Cynic
Character Sheet
Appearance
Name
Martin Volex
Age
38
Physical build
6'0" height, slim build but extremely heavy due to mechanized body
Sexual orientation
Straight but he cannot have sex anyway so for all intensive purposes he is asexual
Allegiances
Greater Petersburg council member 2, black ops division of security forces
Skillsets and specialties
Excellent combatant, proficient in hand to hand combat and ranged combat. Intelligent strategist, good at tracking things down, solid investigator and a good leader of men. Martin also is a skilled pilot of both hovercraft and grav planes. His artificial limbs and body give him enhanced physical speed, strength and sensitivity to sights, sounds and smells along with an almost limitless supply of endurance.
Personality
Martin is a military man who's mindset fits the job description to a T. He is disciplined, trustworthy and has the dependability of a workhorse, but he is too rigid in his approach to things, often coming off as obtuse. Although he is a by the book and rule abiding man he is flexible in terms of strategies both on and off the battlefield. He is one of the most relied upon members of the black operations division for the Greater Petersburg security force and he is often called upon to handle the less than palatable jobs. He believes that his cause is a just one and he ends justify the means, while he takes no pleasure in violence, torture, murder etc. he will do so if ordered to without a second thought. Although many people view him as an obedient dog who simply follows commands, he is also motivated by personal desires for power. While he refrains from admitting such a thing he is in it for himself at the end of the day and he will throw people under the bus if it means improving his status which is something that he has struggled doing, as transferring from loyal combat asset and assassin to trusted councilman is a hard one.
He will do anything to achieve his goals and to sum things up, he is Machiavellian in his approach to life. If the lives of innocents must be taken for him to achieve his task, than those people should start running because he isn't the type to let a conscience get in the way of his job.
He has a dry and businesslike personality and cares little for pleasantries and socializing. He spends his time training, reading and in a surprising twist, writing stories. He has a non existent sense of humor and doesn't appreciate humor. He is quite judgmental of others and unlike some of the more progressive members of Petersburgian society, he views outsiders as irradiated and mutated mutts living in squalor and as a result he sees no problem killing outsiders who get in the way of his operation, citing their deaths as collateral damage. He is an intellectual who has dedicated his second chance at life to learn and develop himself, he believes that if one does nothing to improve themselves when they are alive, they did nothing at all.
Background
Martin is a career soldier and fighter who was the recipient of a groundbreaking procedure that was able to preserve his brain as his body died. His mind is held within a chamber of nutrient rich gel in the cranial cavity of the artificial body. A network of artificial veins and nerves run throughout Martin's artificial limbs and body pumping synthetic blood into his brain and cycling it back through a filter that acts as a kidney before sending the synthetic blood back to the oxygen intake compartment which is essentially a mechanical lung.
He received his wounds at the hands of one of the most vicious cartels in the city, the leader of the Vakos Tribe, a malicious and slightly unhinged kingpin by the name of Micky Vakos had captured Martin after a failed raid on one of the many vast apartment complexes of the poor and cartel controlled second district. Micky was a vicious and sadistic man who enjoyed making spectacles of his enemies, instead of a bullet to the head or an equally mundane way of death, Micky decided to kill Martin with a large shot of Nano Bios, a form of micro robot that was used to destroy and decompose dead material. The Nano Bios went through Martin's body, destroying the tissue from the inside out, one of the most painful ways to die imaginable. The death brought by Nano Bios is surprisingly slow and as he was in his death throes, a follow up raid came into the building from the rooftop and ended the cartel leader and his posse. Martin was immediately evacuated to a local treatment center and it was then decided that the only way to save his life was to remove his still undamaged head and brain, put the brain into stasis and then transplant the brain into an experimental chassis.
The surgery and transplant went well and Martin was once again able to perform his duty as a security force enforcer, but he was no normal enforcer now. His alterations had given him a massive advantage over both his peers and his enemies in the streets of Greater Petersburg and within a year he had been brought within the inner fold of the black ops division of the security forces, directed by #2, one of eleven unknown and anonymous council members who each hold great power within the city and whose edicts control the actions of the security forces.
Appearance
Name
Ethan Kersey
Age
34
Physical build
5'11" in height, muscular build but not bulky in appearance
Sexual orientation
Straight
Allegiances
Himself and the Svedkin Empire where he was born and now resides
Skillsets and specialties
Excellent marksman, good hand to hand fighter, good tactician and strategist. Great at picking up weaknesses in other people and reading true motivations behind actions.
Personality
Ethan is a soft spoken man with an aura of calmness and intelligence around him. His taciturn nature is often mistaken for weakness by those ignorant of his past and his impressive skill set. He is not the type to run from a fight and will not hesitate to kill if someone stands in his way or threatens him or the people he cares about, all that being said, he will work towards an alternative and non violent path if one is available. He takes no joy from the thought of hurting others and he views it as a necessary part of life, albeit one that is unpalatable.
He is quite smart and thoughtful in both his approach to social and non social situations, often taking several seconds to think through his words before speaking. The intellectual and slightly mechanical way he interacts with others sometimes creates a disconnect between himself and others as it can be slightly off putting. He is also very calculating when it comes to the way that he processes his emotions and as a result he can come off as callous at times. At heart he is a good man who has been put in situations where he has had to go against his nature and as a result he is slightly out of touch with his inner emotions, covering his inner self underneath a protective veneer of intellectual calculation instead of embracing his base emotional responses which in many cases is a good thing as he can separate his initial response from the proper one.
He is kind and quite loyal to those who he trusts, he will fight and support those who he values as friends. He knows when it is time to put business first but if he can he will work to aid those he cares about even if it means putting himself at a tactical disadvantage. His humor is of the dry variety and he rarely laughs unless he finds something truly hilarious and he keeps most people at arms length but once someone gets to know him he is a great friend to have by one's side.
Background
Ethan was born to a poor family in the heart of the Svedkin Empire, although he wasn't dirt poor, his family always struggled to get by and their copious amount of children did little to help the situation early on, as five children is a hard lot to keep well fed. His experiences as a product of poverty always remained with him and instilled a miser's mentality in him that is still with him today. His family life was good, his parents were hard working and were role models for all of the children, but their hard working attitudes and work ethic could do nothing to stop their youngest, a five year old girl by the name of Estha, from perishing at the hands of a wasting auto immune disease. The loss hardened the young Ethan, and broke his father who began drinking to cover the pain of his loss. His family life slowly crumbled as his mother left his father due to his drinking problems. By that time, Ethan was almost sixteen, and instead of dealing with his now defunct family he ran from home, doing odd jobs of both the legal and illegal type to get by on his own. After a year of doing small things here and there and living in a vermin infested apartment he took a job offer to run security for a caravan heading eastward towards old China (Empire of Tivach). He was hired by the PDSOB (Personal Defense and Special Operations Brigade) as a freelancer, a warm body to beef up the appearance of security and nothing more, all he was there for was to be a deterrent to raiders. As the caravan was traversing the relatively safe Gold Road, an attack was anything but expected, but against all of the expectations of the merchants and the PDSOB, the merchant caravan was attacked by a group of raiders and on that night Ethan found his calling, dropping numerous raiders with his rifle and saving the lives of several of men, both merchant and mercenary. After returning from the far east he was hired by the PDSOB as a full time operative due to his performance in the field.
From that point onward, Ethan was a mercenary by trade, and he continued with that career path for over a decade, from the age of seventeen to twenty nine he carved out a reputation as one of the most effective soldiers of fortune in the business. His aptitude for strategical thought and his even keel allowed him to rise to field officer for one of the largest mercenary companies in the known world. After being employed by the PDSOB for seven years, he took his considerable savings and opened his own company. Using his connections and his reputation he built a highly respected and trustworthy business. His men immediately respected him as he led from the field, more content to fight on the front lines than to sit behind a desk.
After a long and successful run as a mercenary he finally grew tired of the endless fighting and the risks he was assuming each time he strapped his boots on. After a long and illustrious career he sold his company and retired to his hometown, a picturesque city at the base of the Scandinavian mountains. He opened a hardware and gun store in the city and continued his business successes. He enjoyed the quiet life for several years, even marrying a woman named Eva. Unfortunately his happiness was not meant to last. His wife passed away in a tragic accident, his home burnt to the ground with her inside of the house as a result of a lightning storm. His heart was broken but the man was strong, he had seen many of his close friends die in the field over the years and he was no stranger to loss, but even so, he had loved her with his heart and her passing effected him greatly. Furthermore his business began to falter. The price of weapons and ammunition rose dramatically due to a widespread shortage of supplies and a freeze out by the major gunsmiths guild in the Svedkin Empire.
In order to keep his business afloat he has come out of retirement for one last job, one of his old business partners has contacted him, the job is a simple one on paper, but chasing legends is never so simple.
Appearance
Name
Martin Volex
Age
38
Physical build
6'0" height, slim build but extremely heavy due to mechanized body
Sexual orientation
Straight but he cannot have sex anyway so for all intensive purposes he is asexual
Allegiances
Greater Petersburg council member 2, black ops division of security forces
Skillsets and specialties
Excellent combatant, proficient in hand to hand combat and ranged combat. Intelligent strategist, good at tracking things down, solid investigator and a good leader of men. Martin also is a skilled pilot of both hovercraft and grav planes. His artificial limbs and body give him enhanced physical speed, strength and sensitivity to sights, sounds and smells along with an almost limitless supply of endurance.
Personality
Martin is a military man who's mindset fits the job description to a T. He is disciplined, trustworthy and has the dependability of a workhorse, but he is too rigid in his approach to things, often coming off as obtuse. Although he is a by the book and rule abiding man he is flexible in terms of strategies both on and off the battlefield. He is one of the most relied upon members of the black operations division for the Greater Petersburg security force and he is often called upon to handle the less than palatable jobs. He believes that his cause is a just one and he ends justify the means, while he takes no pleasure in violence, torture, murder etc. he will do so if ordered to without a second thought. Although many people view him as an obedient dog who simply follows commands, he is also motivated by personal desires for power. While he refrains from admitting such a thing he is in it for himself at the end of the day and he will throw people under the bus if it means improving his status which is something that he has struggled doing, as transferring from loyal combat asset and assassin to trusted councilman is a hard one.
He will do anything to achieve his goals and to sum things up, he is Machiavellian in his approach to life. If the lives of innocents must be taken for him to achieve his task, than those people should start running because he isn't the type to let a conscience get in the way of his job.
He has a dry and businesslike personality and cares little for pleasantries and socializing. He spends his time training, reading and in a surprising twist, writing stories. He has a non existent sense of humor and doesn't appreciate humor. He is quite judgmental of others and unlike some of the more progressive members of Petersburgian society, he views outsiders as irradiated and mutated mutts living in squalor and as a result he sees no problem killing outsiders who get in the way of his operation, citing their deaths as collateral damage. He is an intellectual who has dedicated his second chance at life to learn and develop himself, he believes that if one does nothing to improve themselves when they are alive, they did nothing at all.
Background
Martin is a career soldier and fighter who was the recipient of a groundbreaking procedure that was able to preserve his brain as his body died. His mind is held within a chamber of nutrient rich gel in the cranial cavity of the artificial body. A network of artificial veins and nerves run throughout Martin's artificial limbs and body pumping synthetic blood into his brain and cycling it back through a filter that acts as a kidney before sending the synthetic blood back to the oxygen intake compartment which is essentially a mechanical lung.
He received his wounds at the hands of one of the most vicious cartels in the city, the leader of the Vakos Tribe, a malicious and slightly unhinged kingpin by the name of Micky Vakos had captured Martin after a failed raid on one of the many vast apartment complexes of the poor and cartel controlled second district. Micky was a vicious and sadistic man who enjoyed making spectacles of his enemies, instead of a bullet to the head or an equally mundane way of death, Micky decided to kill Martin with a large shot of Nano Bios, a form of micro robot that was used to destroy and decompose dead material. The Nano Bios went through Martin's body, destroying the tissue from the inside out, one of the most painful ways to die imaginable. The death brought by Nano Bios is surprisingly slow and as he was in his death throes, a follow up raid came into the building from the rooftop and ended the cartel leader and his posse. Martin was immediately evacuated to a local treatment center and it was then decided that the only way to save his life was to remove his still undamaged head and brain, put the brain into stasis and then transplant the brain into an experimental chassis.
The surgery and transplant went well and Martin was once again able to perform his duty as a security force enforcer, but he was no normal enforcer now. His alterations had given him a massive advantage over both his peers and his enemies in the streets of Greater Petersburg and within a year he had been brought within the inner fold of the black ops division of the security forces, directed by #2, one of eleven unknown and anonymous council members who each hold great power within the city and whose edicts control the actions of the security forces.
Appearance
Name
Ethan Kersey
Age
34
Physical build
5'11" in height, muscular build but not bulky in appearance
Sexual orientation
Straight
Allegiances
Himself and the Svedkin Empire where he was born and now resides
Skillsets and specialties
Excellent marksman, good hand to hand fighter, good tactician and strategist. Great at picking up weaknesses in other people and reading true motivations behind actions.
Personality
Ethan is a soft spoken man with an aura of calmness and intelligence around him. His taciturn nature is often mistaken for weakness by those ignorant of his past and his impressive skill set. He is not the type to run from a fight and will not hesitate to kill if someone stands in his way or threatens him or the people he cares about, all that being said, he will work towards an alternative and non violent path if one is available. He takes no joy from the thought of hurting others and he views it as a necessary part of life, albeit one that is unpalatable.
He is quite smart and thoughtful in both his approach to social and non social situations, often taking several seconds to think through his words before speaking. The intellectual and slightly mechanical way he interacts with others sometimes creates a disconnect between himself and others as it can be slightly off putting. He is also very calculating when it comes to the way that he processes his emotions and as a result he can come off as callous at times. At heart he is a good man who has been put in situations where he has had to go against his nature and as a result he is slightly out of touch with his inner emotions, covering his inner self underneath a protective veneer of intellectual calculation instead of embracing his base emotional responses which in many cases is a good thing as he can separate his initial response from the proper one.
He is kind and quite loyal to those who he trusts, he will fight and support those who he values as friends. He knows when it is time to put business first but if he can he will work to aid those he cares about even if it means putting himself at a tactical disadvantage. His humor is of the dry variety and he rarely laughs unless he finds something truly hilarious and he keeps most people at arms length but once someone gets to know him he is a great friend to have by one's side.
Background
Ethan was born to a poor family in the heart of the Svedkin Empire, although he wasn't dirt poor, his family always struggled to get by and their copious amount of children did little to help the situation early on, as five children is a hard lot to keep well fed. His experiences as a product of poverty always remained with him and instilled a miser's mentality in him that is still with him today. His family life was good, his parents were hard working and were role models for all of the children, but their hard working attitudes and work ethic could do nothing to stop their youngest, a five year old girl by the name of Estha, from perishing at the hands of a wasting auto immune disease. The loss hardened the young Ethan, and broke his father who began drinking to cover the pain of his loss. His family life slowly crumbled as his mother left his father due to his drinking problems. By that time, Ethan was almost sixteen, and instead of dealing with his now defunct family he ran from home, doing odd jobs of both the legal and illegal type to get by on his own. After a year of doing small things here and there and living in a vermin infested apartment he took a job offer to run security for a caravan heading eastward towards old China (Empire of Tivach). He was hired by the PDSOB (Personal Defense and Special Operations Brigade) as a freelancer, a warm body to beef up the appearance of security and nothing more, all he was there for was to be a deterrent to raiders. As the caravan was traversing the relatively safe Gold Road, an attack was anything but expected, but against all of the expectations of the merchants and the PDSOB, the merchant caravan was attacked by a group of raiders and on that night Ethan found his calling, dropping numerous raiders with his rifle and saving the lives of several of men, both merchant and mercenary. After returning from the far east he was hired by the PDSOB as a full time operative due to his performance in the field.
From that point onward, Ethan was a mercenary by trade, and he continued with that career path for over a decade, from the age of seventeen to twenty nine he carved out a reputation as one of the most effective soldiers of fortune in the business. His aptitude for strategical thought and his even keel allowed him to rise to field officer for one of the largest mercenary companies in the known world. After being employed by the PDSOB for seven years, he took his considerable savings and opened his own company. Using his connections and his reputation he built a highly respected and trustworthy business. His men immediately respected him as he led from the field, more content to fight on the front lines than to sit behind a desk.
After a long and successful run as a mercenary he finally grew tired of the endless fighting and the risks he was assuming each time he strapped his boots on. After a long and illustrious career he sold his company and retired to his hometown, a picturesque city at the base of the Scandinavian mountains. He opened a hardware and gun store in the city and continued his business successes. He enjoyed the quiet life for several years, even marrying a woman named Eva. Unfortunately his happiness was not meant to last. His wife passed away in a tragic accident, his home burnt to the ground with her inside of the house as a result of a lightning storm. His heart was broken but the man was strong, he had seen many of his close friends die in the field over the years and he was no stranger to loss, but even so, he had loved her with his heart and her passing effected him greatly. Furthermore his business began to falter. The price of weapons and ammunition rose dramatically due to a widespread shortage of supplies and a freeze out by the major gunsmiths guild in the Svedkin Empire.
In order to keep his business afloat he has come out of retirement for one last job, one of his old business partners has contacted him, the job is a simple one on paper, but chasing legends is never so simple.
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