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Connor Holt

"I'm a great conversationalist, but my actions speak louder."

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a character in “Cyberpunk 2038-Corporate Wars”, originally authored by Propheteer, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Name/Alias:
PAN Project Soldier #1138
Connor Holt
Lieutenant Connor Clemens
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Description:
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180lbs
Though bearing the numerous physical scars of his eighteen years of military service, Connor is considered attractive by most women and men whose romantic interests are of the male persuasion. Sharp blue eyes seemingly assess and categorize everything within range. While he has been out of the military, Connor has not cut his hair. As such, the jet black hair that was once regulation short is now unkempt and unruly. This is not by choice, rather that Connor simply does not know where to go to solve this problem and doesn't like to do it himself. While in possession of a weapon, Connor walks with the gait of a man fully confident in the capabilities of his body. However, take the weapons away and Connor seems slightly lost and agitated.


Personality:
Though out of the military for over a year now, he is still obviously not completely adjusted to live as a civilian. Indeed, Connor often finds himself speaking in military terminology, though he makes a conscious effort to the contrary. For a man who has spent more than half of his life in military service, Connor possesses a...unique sense of humor. He's quick to laugh and easily integrates himself into most groups, as was necessary in his time as a military operative who was constantly bounced from team to team as needed. Connor does not anger easily, but rather attempts to shrug irritants off with a laugh or quip. As much combat as Connor has seen, he should suffer from PTSD. However, be it by the regularity he saw it or the early age at which violence was introduced, the young man currently displays no outward signs of the mental illness. Connor quite obviously possesses a very high intelligence, but this is mainly only evident when time for briefings and missions. Outside of work, Connor is very much a child rediscovering what the world has to offer to someone who is paid an ungodly amount of money to kill, steal, and sabotage.


Training/Abilities:
Connor has received extensive amounts of training in multiple fields of combat tactics, battlefield strategy and theory, and various types of weaponry. The sixteen years spent as a special operations operative have hardened his body and sharpened his reflexes, while allowing his mind to bend, but not break. Connor possesses a sharp and quick mind that rapidly assimilates information to the point that it seems as if he acts without thinking. Rest assured, his actions are usually well thought out. Usually.
Advanced Firearms Training: Pistols, SMGs, Shotguns, Assault Rifles, Heavy Weapons, and numerous "Exotic" weaponry.
Advanced CQC Training: Separately - MCMAP, American Boxing, Judo, Aikido, and Jujutsu, though he has incorporated elements of Muay Thai, Kung Fu, Gun Fu, parkour, and Eskrima.
Combat Medicine Training: Stabilization techniques.
Advanced Demolitions Training
Advanced Electronic/Computer Training: On the fly repair and security terminal hacking.


Equipment:
When Connor "left" the service, he also brought his favorite gear. (*Indicates never without)
Weapons:
Colt AMT Model 2000
Militech Ronin Light Assault Rifle (w/ Smartgun Link)
Kendachi MonoKnife*
SPM-1 Battleglove
Support
Techscanner
Tech Tool/Electronics Kit
SmartGoggles


Typical Clothing/Armor:
Civilian: Black combat boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt (featuring <insert classic rock band here>), and black leather overcoat.
Armor: MetalGear Body Armor (Chest/Back, Shoulder Pauldrons, Forearms, Shins, Knees, Thighs, Feet - all dark grey), NeuroTech MetalGear 360 HUD helmet, Overamor Assault Vest (ammo, medical, and tool kit storage), black combat boots.


Augments/Cybernetics:
Combat Augments: Skin Weave, Nanosurgeons
Support Augments: Interface Plug, Smartgun Link, Dataterm Link, Speedware Reflex Booster


History:
If you haven't guessed by now, Connor was a soldier. Yet, unlike most soldiers, his term of service was not voluntary. Born to a nomad band, Connor doesn't remember his last name. The boy never had much use for it before the military and he certainly didn't need it while in it. At the age of eight, Connor's nomadic family's band was raided and wiped out by a military task force. The only survivors were children between the approximate ages of six and ten. All survivors were taken to a facility whose location was undisclosed (but Connor figures it was the Rocky Mountains by the climate and landmarks and the military's own unwillingness to train overseas) and given a pet puppy to care for. Connor named his puppy "Shitlord", of course. For the next six years, Connor was brutally and rigorously trained with his "class" of 1,999 other children whose origin stories were similar to his own. Connor's graduation consisted of being ordered to kill Shitlord. Connor did it without hesitation, but the memory and regret haunts him to this day.

The next twelve years were a flurry of missions, explosions, and death. Connor's first human kill came the day after his fifteenth birthday. He remembers everything about the moment: from the way the man's brown eyes widened at seeing the child soldier pointing a shotgun at his face to the way his body crumpled in the aftermath. Connor doesn't remember the subsequent 787, but has kept a running tally. When he was 24, Connor was granted a battlefield promotion to Lieutenant and, thus, granted a last name .The brass figured it was a little unnerving for an officer to only have a single name, if he were ever to give orders to non-SpecOps forces, so every PAN Project soldier was granted a last name from a pool of famous literary authors. Connor got Samuel Clemens. Thus, Connor Clemens was born. He was even issued official documentation, to boot.

Once promoted to officer, Connor began to notice things due to his increased interactions with the outside world. He would catch glimpses of life beyond the military. Familiar sights and sounds triggered strong emotional responses in the young man. Two years later, Connor went AWOL after a particularly difficult mission in South America. Apparently, desertion had become a problem with the surviving 1,576 PAN soldiers. Because their extensive training and resourcefulness in guerilla warfare made them a bitch to recapture, official policy was established to govern their treatment. Any soldier who went AWOL were considered honorably discharged from the military and a bank account was established in their names containing the sum of what their earnings would be based on their years of service and rank. Most never touched said accounts, seeing it as a convenient way that the government could track you. Connor was among the number.

As such, Connor has spent the majority of the last year living paycheck to paycheck in various menial jobs. It has been the happiest year of his life. Only recently had Connor allowed himself to take a contract. He was asked by a prominent local politician to "handle" a particularly nasty street gang. He and three other independent contractors went into the block, armed and armored to the teeth. Only Connor emerged, but he emerged victorious. The media had no idea who or what caused the carnage of what has become known as the Verona Street Gang Massacre, but word found its way around. Connor was given an offer by a representative of CKSD named George Delaney. The offer was too lucrative to refuse.


Other Info
Going into his employment at CKSD, Connor had no tangible assets to his name other than his armor and armaments. Connor will likely never touch the bank account that was established in his name. Due to his nomadic origins and his living conditions of the past year, Connor feels a bit of a soft spot for the transient population and has established a friendly rapport with them. Connor has not contacted or received contact from any member of the PAN Project, but knows the names and faces of all surviving 1,576. If he were to come across any, they'd immediately be considered family and vice versa.

So begins...

Connor Holt's Story

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Character Portrait: Connor Holt Character Portrait: Rax 1792 Character Portrait: George Delaney Character Portrait: Isaac Miller Character Portrait: Antony Largo Character Portrait: Ethan Yang
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George sat, facing the door as the others entered. She watched her team gather together and mentally went over each of their appearance looking for signs that things might not be right. It was her job to ensure her teams were at their best. She hired each and every one of these men. The board held her accountable for each mission.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. As it should be. The people she hired knew that failure was never an option. They knew it was better to sit out one mission than possibly mess up.

“Nice to see you all. Thank you for answering my summons so promptly.”

George typed a few things into the flat surface in front of her and a and image appeared in the middle of the table, projected up for all to see.

“This is Hirido Chan. He is a drug researcher for BioTechnica. Nothing special here except he seems to have-”

George’s jaw clenched as she thought about the man’s incompetence.

“He seems to have misplaced his most recent test batch of a drug. Not just the test batch but the research he had been carrying at the time as well. This research contains the most recent formula as well as other information on the drug. “

The woman stood and began to walk around the table.

“It seems Mr Chan decided to make a stop on his way to a meeting. This stop was at the Lucky Hearts Club.”

George paused looking over the men.

“Lucky Hearts is a club featuring exotic dancers and the like. Now once here Mr Chan put down his briefcase and promptly became distracted.”

She continued her slow walk around the table, her hands clasped behind her back.

“Our mission has a few pieces to it. One we need to locate Mr Chan, it seems he was frightened after losing his research. Two we need to find out who took the research and drugs and what has become of them. Was this a planned steal or was Mr Chan just that incompetent? Three, we need to get the drugs and research back, at any cost. Lastly Mr Chan needs to be taken care of once found.”

George made her way back to her spot at the head of the table.

“Any questions?”

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Character Portrait: Connor Holt Character Portrait: Rax 1792 Character Portrait: George Delaney Character Portrait: Isaac Miller Character Portrait: Antony Largo Character Portrait: Ethan Yang
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Rax raised his hand when he heard George ask for questions. Only one popped into his head, for something like this.

Once permitted to speak, Rax said his question with his normal, almost computer-like, voice, "Did this club have any security cameras that might have been pointing in Mr. Chan's direction?"

To Rax, the only lead that was possible was a visual of the briefcase when it was stolen. If that was not true, then Rax would be more than at a loss. He would have to rely on the team, Ethan and Connor being the only ones that he has fought beside before, though only once or twice.

As soon as his first question was answer, Rax had figured out a second. "Have we seen Mr. Chan on any public security cameras?"