Description

Personality

Ryan is that by the book, honest cop who works hard. He's a real nice guy, but when someone tries to bullshit him, the kid gloves come off. He's a no-nonsense, serious guy who rarely takes breaks during regular cases. When it comes to people getting hurt, Ryan isn't afraid to go all out and take his best shot right between some punk's eyes for using a woman as a hostage, or trying to kidnap a lost child. These traits altogether helped him during the high crime rates in Noyer City previously, and earned him a spot on the Bounty Hunter filled Task Force, Predator Company.

Equipment

Ryan Hylen possesses a Noyer Police Department badge that signifies his status as a detective, and recently, his appointment to the Predator Company, along with keys to a classic mustang, and his cell phone.

For his Sidearm he carries a gun that seems very unlike him: An AutoMag II handgun that takes specialized .44 magnum rounds he calls 'The Light Special,' referred to him by a former detective and mentor known only as Inspector Eastwood, his nickname for him being 'Blondie.' He carries a pump-action shotgun in his trunk for…dangerous situations.

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His Sidearm:

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His Shotgun:

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History

Ryan Hylen grew up in Baltimore under a father who happened to be a decorated war hero and explorer. Ryan in turn followed in his footsteps, going on a tour or two of duty for the U.S. Marine Corps during a conflict in a small jungle nation, where he and his unit fought with a local dictatorship and its guerilla soldiers, who showed little mercy for the citizens of the nation that did not obey their tyrant, nor any mercy for U.S. troops and their allies, whom they would often kill with deadly traps, or unrelenting force and violence on the battlefield, always trying to take prisoners, Ryan being one for almost a year, plaguing him with post traumatic stress disorder.

Upon return home, Ryan joined the local police force after witnessing crimes occurring left and right, starting out as a rookie cop and up a couple ranks here and there. This was due to his honesty and desire to truly put his military training to usage, though he and the police commissioner had to work twice as hard with all the corruption in their ranks, and the local politics. When the 'Street Wars' Occurred, Ryan was alongside other good cops, giving them some advice from his years in the corps, and helping to take back the city/town. As a result for his bravery, Ryan was bumped up in the ranks faster, and within a mere couple of months of hard work cleaning out the remainder of the rival gangs from the struggle they ended, he was a Detective. And additionally, he was put on a new assignment, with the Predator Company, more to keep them in line if anything.

It doesn't really help that Ryan has been taking a great interest in the recent murder spree, noticing there was little to no supporting evidence that any normal person had killed the victims. They were always at random, the elderly, animals, children, construction workers, you name it, it was all a mix and a mindfuck, much like some other occurrences and dreams he'd had while overseas with the marines...

So begins...

Ryan Hylen's Story

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#2012-09-07 01:06:22, as written by AthenaUndying

The blonde looked lazily at the man who now spoke to her and contemplated how trivial his question was. If he could tell she had an eye for accuracy--which of course, was obvious--she would of course be proficient with sniper rifles. She looked him over, noting his classic style of dress and the awkward way he was forcing conversation with her. It was amusing though. He at least had a sense of humor. And some taste. And he had to brave, because nobody else had the balls to strike a conversation with the 'gun girl,' certainly not one that could lead to longer that two minutes of direct contact. She could stand to talk to him for a while.

"Emma Crawford. Ex-bounty hunter. Scorpio, age 24, and six feet four inches tall. I like Italian food, long walks on the beach, and yes, I am single." She gave a sly grin, letting her sarcasm settle slowly. She could have some fun. She leaned against the wall next to her and spoke again. "To answer your other question, let's say you don't want to be on the other end of my scope. You seem to have a pretty good eye yourself, for noting talent when you see it." She thought about whether they should shake hands or not. It was the typical greeting of most, especially these official types, but she tried to avoid it herself. Eventualy she decided against it and steered towards a new topic.

"So, what landed you here, Detective? Is this you're 'big break' or did you screw up and get 'transferred?'" she asked casually.

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#2012-09-12 02:45:33, as written by JayZeroSnake

"Wait What- Nevermind. Right, uh…I suppose the precinct figured I'd be better here, what with my work during those god-awful street wars a while back when I was but a simple beat cop, trying to protect his neighborhood from some hoodlums…"

He looked off to the side out the windows, trying to relax. He didn't want to accidentally shoot her any looks she'd find funny, yet at the same time, leaving himself open for her to shoot him if she felt her trigger finger getting itchy at any moment. But he momentarily believed that she might have perceived this as bravery, and if he was lucky, maybe, just maybe she would give him some amount of respect for his 'feat,' despite the young man having 'intruded' on her, and bringing up a conversation to try and calm her down or something like that. He relaxed his mind, and looked back around at the area, trying to ignore the gunshot that had went off previously, shocking a few in the immediate area and giving off a near-permanent warning not to 'fuck with the gun girl,' word spreading quickly among the Predator Company.

"I mean, it's nothing compared to the things I'll probably be seeing here, anyways: Fine young women who shoot at their co-workers, Real Life Rambo dudes, and of course, a recent string of homicide cases with little to no leads, almost creeping the damned hell out of the regular police themselves. I can see how we'd be great for another street war, or being the SWAT teams on 'roids, but do you guys have any investigative qualities? Just saying it'd help if you had someone on hand with that kind of training. Somebody you could count on and keep alive, while he dusts for prints… The guy who would totally pay you back if you kept the shooting in the office to a minimum. Because that would be amazing…"

He looked back at her, and cautiously, extended a hand slowly to shake.

"Ryan Hylen. Everybody's gonna need all the help they can get to face off with whatever nutcase is out there. Hell, what if this ends up being like Sylvester Stallone's Cobra? Maybe an entire army of serial killing weirdos who get off on decapitation and that kind of thing?…It'd sure be crazy, am I right?… right, right. Yeah, sorry I'm so wordy here, just trying to get more words out, less potential death..."

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#2012-10-11 01:04:40, as written by AthenaUndying

Emma listened to him babble on about the Street Wars, a potential partnership (subtly, mind you, but still hinting at it), and of course the murders that they were allegedly supposed to solve. She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle though at his last statement: “Trying to get out more words, less potential death,” he said. So he was ballsy. He knew what could happen to him if she even remotely felt threatened or annoyed. She tried to cover up the chuckle with a cough, and extended her hand forward to meet his.

“Myself, I’m not the ‘investigating’ type. More of the protector. I can be sneaky, don’t get me wrong, but I think the best way to find evidence is to tie up a suspect and point a gun or two in his face, maybe play a little Russian Roulette. It never fails. You wanna try it?” She grinned, but then internally frowned a little. This poor guy was probably already going off the deep end to talk to her. She didn’t want to scare away a potential friend already. “Just kidding,” she added with a light laugh.

“I don’t know much about these other guys, haven’t really talked to many people. They tend to avoid me…” she trailed off before continuing in her soft, almost monotone voice, “but I’ve heard a real smart kid joined. Amber? Markabre? Something like that. I heard his name a bit before, around the mercenary circle. And then of course there’s Rambo. I don’t know too much about the murders, either. Except that they’re brutal, almost seeming to be committed by nobody, and they sure freak out my sister.”

She stopped talking, realizing that she was rambling a bit too. “So the street wars, huh? I stayed out of them, myself. But then that makes you a real hero, doesn’t it, Mr. Hylen?”

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