THEY CALL HIM...
Leos Cydus, known by all as the Ace of Diamonds. Pronounced as LE-OS PSY-DUS, almost as it is spelled.
WHILE HIS AGE IS...
Unknown, though they presume of him being in his mid thirties. (His actual age is 35)
HE'S ALWAYS REMEMBERED FOR HIS ACTIONS.
Cydus is a pirate, first and foremost. He serves as a mercenary, often taking contracts that other so-called "mercs" refuse to touch. His price is simple: What he kills, he keeps.
AS HE WATCHES HIS MARKS FROM ABOVE...
His eyes take on the color of gunmetal-blue, so cold that it seems to burn one's very soul if stared into for too long.
UNTIL THE THREADS FALL APART ONE BY ONE...
His head is devoid of all traces of hair, including eyebrows, not to mention his entire body as well.
IF THE SUN COMES UP, WILL IT TEAR THE SKIN RIGHT OFF YOUR BONES?
His tanned, 6'2 "wedged" frame is gracefully slim and toned, its overall shape comparable to something in between a runner and a soldier. He normally weighs in at 177 pounds, but even this is approximate, since the equipment he is often outfitted with bumps this number to a decent 240 pounds.
HERE'S TO THE HEARTS HE'LL BREAK...
Upon seeing Cydus--hearing the crackled, synthesized voice over his external speakers and witnessing his methodical and heartless actions--one truly does wonder whether or not this figure before them is wholly man or machine. He personally never says anything to either confirm or deny this. His last biological records even in the SVP databases have been long lost, or were never existent to begin with. Many, even among the pirates and mercenaries, reckon he is a cyborg at least, if not a full android. But one fact is indisputable, he is cold. He is ruthless, uncompassionate, and terrifyingly poignant when he wishes to be. He will kill and move on without second thought. His words are few and highly pitched from his suit, but nevertheless as sharp and as cold as a scalpel lying in the tray of a chill operating room. He looks at people in terms of the threat they pose; those deemed as one are treated immediately and permanently, those not are ignored only for the moment—but never wholly disregarded.
Like most members of the SVP, Cydus’ armor is self-contained and capable of withstanding most elements and hazardous conditions, however he has geared his suit to be on the lighter side for greater movement. The armor is for the most part quite expansive in its coverage, adding extra protective plating to areas normally left exposed and extra armor to critical spots of the body, however it still allows for a wide range of movement; crucial for an operative who has to move from shooting spot to spot. It is resistant to most small-arms fire, however prolonged duration is not advised. His customized Tactical helmet sports limited air supply and air filters, and completely encases his head and face. Sensors built into the helmet allow him to also see in infra-red and night-vision, crucial should the lights go out. A comm system is build into the face-mask, including a broadcast speaker.
He is most comfortable in using a customizable WCL-09B Advanced Tactical Rifle, though he also packs a WR160L "Hammer" pistol as a side-arm. Despite its weight, he is keen to its stopping power. In Close-Quarters-Combat (CQC) he sports a ZKU2 "Heat-Shorter" Knuckler, as do all SVP operatives, which also means he is proficient in its use.
AND THE STRANDS OF TIME TORN AND FRAYED...
Years of serving and working for various armed organizations, both official and unofficial, have taught Cydus the cruel lesson of balance. Whether to don layers of armor and be impregnable, carrying individual weapons of mass destruction, or to go the path of the light, swift, and surgically deadly. Both hold credible advantages and disadvantages, yet also carry weaknesses that are only too glaring and lethal. Rather than follow in the footsteps of so many other soldiers who have chosen one path or the other, and paid for it with their lives, Cydus has come to his own personal destination.
By combining the strengths of both “one man juggernauts” and “nimble assassins” he created what he believed to be an extremely versatile method of battle: to deliver as much crushing force in as little time as necessary. His armor, weapons, and fighting style all reflect this philosophy. Far from the most armored, or most armed, or fastest, soldier-of-(personal) fortune, he is not the slowest, most exposed, or under-gunned either.
HE'LL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN'T TRADE HIM FOR AN APPARITION...
He will not toy around with his opponents. He is blunt and direct when not actively holding stealth. Efficiency is his only style; he does not care for splatter and fanciful methods of killing when a simple single shot is all that will suffice. He will deal with opponents the simplest and quickest way possible only because he does not intend to waste time, resources, and effort any more than he has to.
However do not mistake him as a sociopath. He derives no pleasure from killing, nor does he relish the action of inflicting pain. He will just as coolly walk past you as he would shoot you in the face. He does not care whether people live or die, he merely deals with "obstacles" as he sees fit. If dealing with said obtrusions requires slaying, then that is what must be done. These obstacles may be anything as serious as a guard shooting at him to something as trivial as merely asserting his standing in a bar; in both instances there will be shots fired and bodies strewn across the floor.
He is as cold and uncaring as the vacuum of space. Neither his own life or death matter to him. When on assignment, only the objectives hold priority. Currently only the SVP holds his loyalty, and to what extent even that holds those not in the clandestine pirate organization can only guess. That is not to say he cannot be crossed, even if he never displays any anger or emotion. Those who have drawn his ire will only see how harsh the cold heart of the void can be.
FOR ALL OF THE THINGS HE WILL NEVER TELL YOU...
Cydus is part of a mercenary sub-faction located deep within the Pirate Nation's very structure known as the Shuffle Vanguard Pirates, simply called the SVP to make it easier to recognize from the rest of the faction's main "deck". They are a rogue bunch, secretive in their nature, yet they allow themselves be "hired" by outside forces. They are mainly an intricate network of spies and information thieves, but are often used for wetwork operations. They don't discuss to others about their affiliations, as this valuable information can be used against them and can backfire, often resulting in an operative's death.
Despite this inherent danger, Cydus has stayed loyal to both the Federation and the Pirate Nation, serving as an informant within both groups. The reason of this is clear: the Federation gives him contracts for his service, and he sends the related information to the Pirates, sometimes playing both sides to his advantage.
As for his position within his little club? One may say that he's one of the four top operatives, an Ace if you will, the Ace of Diamonds to be exact. He is the group's leading infiltration/espionage expert, as all diamond operatives are hired as. The Clubs are mainly demolitions and weapon dealing, the Hearts being medical-based, and the Spades deal with mechanical aspects.
However, the group has been dwindling in the numbers, due to various mistakes that have been costing the operatives their lives. They are only human.
HE IS BECKONING, AND YOU SHALL HEED HIS CALL.
Airborne ~ Daniel Nielsen