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Prowl

"Fresh meat? Psh... I'm a prime rib!"

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a character in “Building The Wall”, as played by FunnyGuy

Description

Codename: Prowl
Age: 23
Role: Recon and Tactics Specialist

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Appearance: Prowl is 6’2” and weighs 200 lbs. On his right breast, he has a tattoo of the face that is meant to be an Ungeist roaring ferociously towards his left breast as black flames decorate along the right side of his torso. On his left breast there is a tribal tattoo of the sun with small tick lines that spread across the rest of his torso to represent the light coming from it. He has no other tattoos as of yet. When off duty, he doesn’t dress too fancy. He usually wears a shirt with some kind of graphic design or words written on it, blue jeans, sneakers to match the shirt, and a flat bill to match the sneakers. If you look closely at his arms from his elbows down, you can tell that he had had them replaced. Prowl chose to have these made for a few reasons, stability when holding a rifle, a faster reaction time when pulling a trigger, and to use an advanced computer projection system that is activated and manipulated by the use of his hands. When using the projections, slits on Prowl’s forearms open up to project the images and data he wishes to view. His eyes also give away his use of augmentation as they are dark shade of gray in the light, but become bright enough to see from a distance in the dark. As for any other features that were not covered; Prowl has a milky chocolate complexion, and has short dark brown hair on his head that he keeps maintained short. He’s always clean shaven due to the fact his facial hair grows in slow, and he believes he looks a lot more handsome without it. Like any soldier of ASIT, Prowl keeps his body in great physical condition. When on the job, Prowl sports steel colored gear that can change how much light reflects off of it to blend in with the metallic structures of the city or to simply be one of the shadows in an empty corner. There are slits on the forearm part of his suit that allows him to use his projections.

Personality: At his age, he comes off as laidback or immature quite often. He just sees it as himself being positive at even the gravest of times. He feels like he has something to prove, being a young member of the team with one of the most important roles. Prowl is usually skeptical about scenarios that come across as too smooth and may overanalyze a situation or even a person. Prowl is extremely proud of his augments, his role, and anything else that makes him look good compared to others. He’s very talkative, but his mouth the only thing that never seems to stop moving. His eyes… He’s always looking around at things and observing them without making a note of what he is doing. Sometimes it’s out of harmless curiosity, but other times, it’s just get upper hand on an enemy. When off duty, Prowl is usually indulging himself in the dark depths of the night life.

Equipment: Prowl is equip with long barrel rifle used for long distance that shoots in three round bursts or a silenced single shot. The rifle is able to fold and collapse into a carbine in order to act as a more suitable weapon at mid range. Prowl is also equipped with a combat knife with an eight inch blade. He uses a standard issued ASIT handgun as his sidearm. As for his augmentations, Prowl uses the his forearms to produce holographic projections that he can manipulate with his hands. These projections are used to display mapped out areas and buildings, tactics, profiles of targets and other high valued individuals, and even a blank slate for Prowl to use to improvise with. His second augmentation is connected to his brain with the purpose of heightening his senses. His eyes, nostrils, receptors, eardrums, and even taste buds were engineered to be less sensitive to sounds, odors, and light that could do damage from his enhanced senses. His eyes allow him to switch between night vision, thermal vision, and an electromagnetic spectrum vision that allows him to see anything giving off a signal (pretty much anything with an on and off switch). Prowl’s eyes are able to capture images that he can display through his projections.

Theme Song: Down & Out

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Prowl's Story

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“Hey you!” A young woman shouted her greeting as she walked up on Prowl who was seated at the bar and facing the dance floor of the nightclub he was attempting to enjoy. His silver eyes looked up at the female as he gave her soft smile as a way to show that he heard her over the blaring music.

“What’s up?!” Prowl replied loudly before taking a sip of his Long Island Iced Tea. It was drink that hadn’t died like most of the human race, and ASIT officer was thankful of that blessing.

“Why aren’t you dancing?! Come on let’s dance!” The female urged as she took his hand and attempted to pull him from the stool he sat on. Prowl had tried to shake his head, but once she got him on his feet, he followed behind her like her slave as she dragged him away from the bar. His reluctance wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy dancing, but more because he wasn’t feeling too great after hearing recent news of the ASIT team that had went in on a false lead. Not only did something like that mess up the reputation for ASIT, but it also gives a blow to the recon and tactics specialists. It’s their job to prevent things like that from happening… to guide the team to success. Right now, Prowl just wanted to drink until he wasn’t worried about the whole thing anymore. With a sigh, he tilted his head back before chugging his drink. It wasn’t until he was in the center of the dance floor being bumped by several bodies that he decided to drop his emptied disposable cup. At first Prowl scowled at the people around him before the song changed to one he was all too familiar with. It was Ned Blitz, his favorite artist, and this was possibly Prowl’s favorite song of all time. With a new found smile, Prowl moved to the rhythm of the music while matching his partner who had brought him into the crowd. This is exactly what he needed. No pressure, no worries… Just himself, a hot complete stranger, and the music. “You’re good!” The female commented. It made Prowl chuckle before leaning in and speaking. He didn’t enjoy yelling.

“Thanks, I know.” He said with a smirk that matched his overconfident comment. Prowl was cocky whenever you gave him a chance to be. The comment made the female roll her eyes silently as she continued to dance. She let a smile slip from her lips as Prowl chuckled at her reaction. “You’re pretty good yourself!” He said just to stay on her good side, but why? His eyes looked her over before he met her eyes again. It was rare to see someone without an exposing augment in this section of District 83. It could easily be seen as the female danced surrounded by her peers that looked like they threw their humanity out the window with how showy their low grade augments. Her standing out wasn’t a bad thing in this situation, but it made him wonder why she hadn’t ran with the crowd, or perhaps her augments were high grade and harder to find… Maybe she couldn’t afford them… Or she couldn’t for medical reasons… She found the process to be scary? Maybe disgusting? Could she be one of those radicals that hated people that possessed augments? The questions flooded the young man’s mind rapidly before he heard the dreadful sound of the flat toned beep that called him to duty. It was sounding off in his head, which made him regret accepting that implant. Then again, if he hadn’t had it, he would have definitely missed the notification. Fuck… Prowl thought as he frowned and suddenly walked off of the dance floor and immediately to the men’s restroom. Prowl entered an empty stall and accessed N with the pen shaped device issued to the field officers. “ASIT…” He sighed before saying the rest. “Codename, Prowl.”

“Audio input recognized. You have received an audio message from…” Prowl didn’t give N the chance to finish.

“You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.” N relayed, before the device was quickly back in Prowl’s pocket. He patted the breast pocket of his black and gray plaid button down shirt and felt that his sidearm was comfortably in place. With another sigh, Prowl left the stall. He was hoping he didn’t have to do much work, but it was never that simple. He was the start to every operation. The optimistic would describe him as the spearhead. Prowl would just call himself the guy who went in blind and unknowingly before getting back to the others to tell them what crazy shit he discovered while risking his life. Upon exiting the restroom, he headed for the exit. He didn’t even get to get that girl’s number let alone her name.

As he headed for his vehicle, he stopped and shook his head. He shouldn’t have chugged that last one. With his third sigh, he hailed a taxi and stepped inside. “1348 Normandy… District 83.”

“Gotcha… You know people usually go there in pairs or in groups… never alone.” The cab driver commented as Prowl just raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know what the man meant until he shut his eyes and accessed a virtual layout of the district. 1348 Normandy… Ohhhhh! Prowl just chuckled. He wondered if his new leader had gotten himself between a crazy prostitute and a hard place. In due time he guessed.

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#, as written by Citadel
Specter gave a nod to each member of the team as they came in. After going over the likely cause of death with Angel, he turned to the others and said, "Alright, it looks like Bravo, Goblin, Prowl, and Sigma are still uncounted fo-" Before he could finish he felt a vibration in his ear. "Scratch that, Goblin is here." Specter turned on the comm function in his earpiece, allowing Goblin to hear everything being said in the room. Shortly thereafter, a beat cop walked up to Specter and handed him a digital pad. The officer gave a polite nod to those there before returning to his post by the door. "Well, looks like we'll be carrying on without them. Sending the info to your N devices now in case you want to follow along." Specter began pacing back and forth in front of the body as he scrolled through the information on the police pad. It was a habit of his when he was trying to focus. If one were to pay attention, he only took three steps before turning back in the other direction, a sign of someone who was used to small spaces. Not a particularly noteworthy detail, but one that would give an insight into his personal life, something he wasn't very keen on sharing. "Victim's name is... how the hell do I say this? Acacia? Akacia? Fuck it, its spelled Acacia so that's how I'll say it. Acacia Harp Groves, aged 26." Specter's eyes widened as he looked down the at the pad. "She is the estranged daughter of Julius Harp, Chairman of Harp Enterprises. Shit."

Harp Enterprises, hard to go anywhere in Weiss without seeing something with their name on it. As well as being a major producer of electronics, they are one of the cities biggest producers of augments, high-end and low. Their warehouses have been hit like clockwork over the last three months, mostly by the YT's. Due to this, Harp has been putting heavy pressure on the police. Now, with his daughter dead, who knows what move he would pull next? "She was reported missing by the Harp family four years ago. When she was discovered to have ran away with her boyfriend, one Alex Groves, her family disowned her. Actually, I remember this. It was all over the news for a while, 'District 1 Princess goes missing.' In the end, she turned up and made her father look like a fool. That's all we really have on her. after the fiasco a few years ago, she became just another nameless face out here." Specter, raised an eyebrow as he continued down the pad. "Well, here's something interesting. both her arms were Grade D augments, but her leg was a Grade S. It was likely from before she ran away. Ah, here we go. A car accident six years ago, her family's driver died but she managed to survive." Grade S augments were the best money could buy, in a sense. They were the most "human" looking augment on the market. In fact, they were so good it was impossible to tell them apart from an actual limb. "Why take the arms, then? The leg could let someone live comfortably for over a year. The arms would get you a nice hotel room for a week, maybe. Why risk getting caught trying to take her low-end augments? Doesn't make sense. Unless of course, it was supposed to look like she was targeted for her augments." Specter took a heavy sigh and dropped the pad to the floor. "Ah, why can't it ever be easy."

Specter looked at the others. "If she was targeted for her augments, the list of people who would even know about her leg is short. You don't go around babbling about an augment like that, especially not out here. We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation." Specter didn't have to tell them where to go. All ASIT members knew where the YT's congregated within their District. While ASIT did not know the meaning behind the name of the group, nor that of their leader, they knew almost everything else.

Within District 83, the YT's met on Orson, a side street off the main paths that allowed them to get in and out mostly unnoticed. Despite this, they put graffiti all over the three story building, making the secrecy a little pointless. The YT's were a augment-only gang, being a heavy trafficker and modifier of illegal augments. Specter just hoped he wouldn't have more paperwork to do should talks between the team and the gang break down. "Angel, get in touch with Prowl and have him meet you at the husband's place. Their last known address is 56 Hines Street. He's probably the only one save for the family who knew about her S augment. Be careful, we don't have anything on him so we don't know what he is capable of. He managed to smuggle the heiress of one of the most powerful families in the city out of District 1. Proceed with caution. Majestic? You and I will pay a visit to the family." Specter looked down at his right wrist, a small opening appearing. "It is a little past nine. We'll reconvene at the station in twelve hours. However, if anyone finds evidence that this case is linked to someone experiencing CR, contact me immediately. Any questions before we move out?" Specter felt weird giving out orders. He felt even weirder about splitting up the team, but they needed to cover all leads as quickly as possible. In a few hours, the death of Acacia Groves is going to hit the news wire. Despite being disowned, it didn't change the fact that she was the daughter of a man who has made a fortune off augments. Now, with the only lead being that she was killed for her augments, the bitter taste of irony will likely send the media into a frenzy. Specter and the others might not care about Harp or his power, but their superiors did. Specter removed N from his pocket and sent a quick message to Sigma, letting him know that the crime scene wasn't very informing and to meet him outside once he arrived.

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Character Portrait: Specter Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Turquosise Character Portrait: Turquoise Character Portrait: wolf Character Portrait: Sigma Character Portrait: Bravo Character Portrait: Prowl Character Portrait: Goblin Character Portrait: Majestic Character Portrait: Gamma Character Portrait: Angaline Carters Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami
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Mari walks to Specter. /me Hello. My name is Mari.

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Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami Mari Ayanami says,
 “ Hello. ”