Nickname: Mr. Cade
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225 lbs
Occupation: Financial Adviser, Executive Manager, and Head Proprietor of Elysium City.
Rank: Retired Staff Sergeant
Weapons and Tech:
-Kevlar weave lined shirt.
-Light weight Kevlar vest tucked underneath the shirt.
-Dual M4A4 semi-auto .45 cal pistols loaded with Anti-Personnel "Dum Dum" rounds.
Appearance:
A fairly average man at first glance, in his mid 40's and usually sporting a black suit, Mr. Cade is not one to be easily forgotten. His piercing eyes and Devil's smile only add to the coldness that emanates from him. He has a way of making people agree with him, whether through means of simple logic or persuasion, and always holds a very collected business man demeanor. If Weyland asks for it, then it's done. If it's for the good of the Corporation, then it's done. If it's in his way, then it's done. Mr. Cade is a bad element and worse yet...... he's very good at hiding it.
Bio:
The past of Mr. Cade is completely erased, in fact it's not even known if that's his real name. Even the great Karl Bishop Weyland isn't quite sure of everything, but what is known is that he was a soldier. Specialized in counter-ops and infiltration. Mr. Cade had a record that was fraught with violence, espionage, and personal transgressions against his own squad, even with the questionable elimination of three of his team. However, it's always fraught with unquestioning discipline and flawless skill. He has received extensive training in all fields of conventional weapons, computer security, infiltration tactics, hand to hand CQB, and even Combat Exo-Suit Piloting. Though perhaps the most dangerous attribute of his is his meticulous planning, his remorseless determination, and his incredibly clever mind. It was these unique traits that led to his early retirement and allowed him to sell a few secrets he'd picked up over the years for a substantial amount. Weyland-Yutani offered him a chance at management, to which he excelled. In a world literally dubbed as "cut-throat", should anyone really be surprised? Now approaching 40 years old, Elysium City is his crowning jewel, his kingdom, his key to immortality. This is his city, and nothing will make him leave.
RP Sample:
Still air filled the dimly lit office, carrying a density that simply couldn't be measured. It could be felt by any who entered. It was like walking into the Devil's den. Along the walls, monitors flashed with Weyland-Yutani's logo. Screens played out various little people living out their various little lives. Reports coming and going, all contributing to the greater control of this, a mad man's dream. The City of Perfection, and Corruption. Elysium City. The large, ornately decorated room acted almost as one giant trophy case. Countless items of luxury and value occupied it's space, protected well behind sheets of reinforced glass.
This lair was devoid of all souls, save one. Though it's quite likely the previous statement was true regardless. Mr. Cade, the God of this little utopia, the hand that pulled the strings and made the puppets dance. This planet didn't function without his say-so, and any who trifled with that power were quickly silenced. He sat behind is large, ominously black desk, tending to one of the many hobbies that occupied his time. Giving a gentle misting to his prized 180-year-old bonsai tree, his attention soon turned to his private channel. It readily blinked and chirped, signaling the end of a slight annoyance. Or at least it better be. With the press of a button the monitor within his desk bore the image of a straight-faced gentlemen dressed in a similar, albeit less expensive suit.
"Mr. Cade, the incident that was troubling you? It's taken care of, sir. He's currently being held in containment. We're awaiting you."
"Good..... I'll be there in a moment, I need to hear what our friend has to say. Make him comfortable. And...... talkative....."
"Good..... I'll be there in a moment, I need to hear what our friend has to say. Make him comfortable. And...... talkative....."
In the span of only a few short minutes, the dark figure of Mr. Cade was striding through the halls of this little known holding area. He liked to bring special guests here, those with something he wanted to hear. This place was always good for promoting conversation. A man, beaten, bruised, bloody, and strapped to a chair sat in the center of the sound-proofed room. A hired thug at each side of him. Through two blackened eyes he looked up at Mr. Cade's smile, knowing he wasn't there to help. Cade, being the gentlemen, casually strolled over to the poor fellow, leaning in close so that his words were clear.
"I would like to apologize for this, I really would. But you see, when you go around my city screaming about monsters, well...... I simply can't have that, can I?"
He walked over to the far wall, grabbing a chair and moving it in front of the man. Sitting down with his hands crossed under his chin, he began the polite part of his interview.
"This really doesn't have to be that bad for you. I'll make it easy, tell me exactly what you saw and we'll get you to a hospital. Clean those cuts and what not. I'll even throw in citizenship to Elysium, you could stay here in these walls. How does that sound?"
After several moments of silence, the man finally looked up. In his eyes were both fear and hate. The hate was for Cade, he could pick up on that much, but the fear...... That was different. Mr. Cade was no stranger to seeing fear in another man's eyes, but this wasn't just fear of life. This felt..... primal, the fear of being hunted. This was the kind of terror a normal human being couldn't inflict on another, this took something else.
"...... You know, you'd find me a whole lot more gracious if you'd be more cooperative. I'm offering you safety here, and all I'm asking for is a few answers. It could all be alright for you. Let's start with your name. What may I call you?"
"Kevin...... My name is Kevin...... And your lying..... I'm going to die here....."
"Kevin...... My name is Kevin...... And your lying..... I'm going to die here....."
A dark, cold smile spread over Alexander's face, as he leaned in closer to the boy. His eyes abandoned all of their humanity, being overshadowed by his own brow. What were once the eyes of a man became deep, hollow voids of remorseless black and uncaring.
"There are a lot of ways to die, Kevin. This planet is filled with plants and animals that are quite toxic, their poisons and venoms causing hours of painful seizures and debilitating muscle spasms. The hallucinations could explain your sightings of invisible monsters in the jungles beyond these walls. Or, they could simply put you into a gentle coma, as cardiac failure let's you peacefully die in your sleep. No one would know. No one would care. So these are you choices, Kevin."
A doctor, clad in a trademark white coat, approached with a case containing two syringes. It was obvious what was in them. Cade's hand slowly drifted over each of them, as he looked back towards Kevin.
"I do enjoy our conversation, Kevin, but I'm a very busy individual. So if you'd be kind enough to make a decision, we could have all of these matters...... taken care of."