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Antony Largo

What you see.. is just the surface..*smile*

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a character in “Cyberpunk 2038”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name/Alias:
Nevil Antony Largo
The face snatcher, Mr Faceless

Age:
33-estimated

Gender:
Male

Description:
Height: 6'2 Weight: 196-210lbs
At one point Antony was quite the heart throb in his youth, he was a great sportsman and competitor until he left for the war. That was the day he found that life was so easily offered and taken by capable hands. Now he is a shadow of his former self, though his body is strong and fit his attitude and standing are not. His eyes bare a vacant dead stare as if he were a fish in a bowl looking at the world on the outside. Or perhaps he is the one looking in on the fish, he has yet to decide. He does still dress with fine clothing at times but its hard to deny a strange air about him. His long black hair cuts over his shoulders and is kept swept back most of the time he can be seen. His dark eyes are eerie to look at, seeing as the operation that made him the way he is also nearly ended his need for moisture on them. So he can go some time without remembering to blink at all.

Personality:
Antony is a strange man, though well mannered and possessing a high upbringing he is at most times a difficult person to deal with. At times he can show sociopathic tendencies but that can be attributed to how he was brought up as well. He does not care for others or they're possessions, however if they are in direct commonality to him then he has his reasons for paying what attention he does. Worst of all Antony can at times have a very possessive and hyper attached personality. Which is shown in his care for his own personal items and at times will gain the same attachment to someone until he actually needs to possess them as well.

Training/Abilities:
Antony has received extensive amounts of training in multiple fields of combat and improvised weapons, His years spent as a soldier of fortune have hardened his mind and body to a point of nearly meta perfect conditioning and he has been known to act with an animistic instinct on more then one occasion.
-Assault weapons training-
-Heavy weapons training-
-Improvised/CQC weapons-
-Marital Combat training (hand to hand,armed)-
Antony is a capable pilot, being able to fly in and out of combat zones with relative ease. His ability is shared with multiple aircraft and even more advanced types that he came across during his stint with TrT.


Equipment:
Among most of the other operatives, Antony has some of the best toys available to him. Not because of his standing within the group but because he is a compulsive collector of sorts and not a moment goes by that he isn't willing to spend his own money to get his hands on the newest weapons or gadgets available. He keeps all of which meticulously maintained and is actually rather a dick when it comes to handing them out to anyone else.
"Favored items are as follows"
-Stern'meyer Type 35 Heavy Pistol-
-Beretta M-24 Medium SMG-
-Arasaka WAA Bullpup/Underslung Launcher-
-Excalibur Taser stick-
-Spawnblade (highend blade)-

Clothing/Armor:
Antony wears a black street jacket with normal leather wear from a day to day basis and only carries a side arm when wearing normal clothes. But when it comes time to fight he is not easily put down and he wears the material needed to do his job.
-Kevlar Assault Vest, ammo and tool storage-
-Metal Gear Assault attachments, Shins, Forearms-
-Nylon head cover with a thermoplastic face mask-


Augments/Cybernetics:
Aside for his more cosmetic augmentation, Antony's body has only received very limited amounts of alteration and strengthening.
Combat Augments: [Shark Weave] Antony's dermal layer has been enhanced with a nano mesh weave that makes his skin highly resistant to small arms fire, chemical burning and impervious to most types of low grade blade weapons. His spine and sections of his skeleton have been re spun as well with a similar mesh to make his frame more absorbent to impact. His chest cavity can support a 5G impact proportional to his own weight and his limbs can support an impact equal to half of that.
Cosmetic Augments: One of the more disturbing things about Antony is that he hasn't looked the same as when he was younger in a long time. His face is a synthetic fabrication and it is made to look the way he wants. If it does not fit his style he will just take it off and replace it with another face that he has in storage. Or for gaining his own namesake he has taken the faces of others to add to his own little collection.
Without a face his skull is nearly bare and there are sections of wire and mesh lashings that make his chosen face operate as if it were his own.


History:
In the years following the first official handshakes among the corporations it was believed that anyone and everyone who wanted to make and name for themselves tried their best to get on the corporations good side. They would fight and kill for those ruling bodies and even more then that when the time came for it. But as time moved on it was certain that the ones that shined in this line of work were those with military and actual backgrounds of espionage. Seeing as normal hoods didn't really cut it and they were at most a one use design.

Antony was one such man that shined after his life in the military was cut short due to a very brash dishonorable discharge.
His life in war soon landed on the radar of several large end corporations and his services were vied for over half a decade. That was until he received a contract from Trauma Team [TrT] and left the states for outer reach work. What is not known publicly is that he spent this time raising hell among the stars, he spent several months straight jumping from one orbital station to the other taking and killing all to his own content. It was here that the fact of his affliction was noted when several of the more higher up work staff were found faceless and strung up in the halls. He was given rights to a certain medical procedure and techniques that allowed him to switch identities rather quickly. He came earth side not long after and was sent around the remaining third world states to search out medical cures with a small team who by all means shared a medical disposition like himself.

However it was only a matter of time till TrT would turn its back on him and set him to the stake, he was pitted against his own squad who summarily thrashed him heavily. It was only with the use of a singular grenade that he managed to escape and proceeded to head underground. But as with all things buried, there is a chance that one could always dig them up. Antony was discovered by an operative who he nearly killed in the attempted completion of their own mission. He had come to know the reputation of CKSD and requested to be added to their roster after releasing the operative and helping in the completion of said mission. Though he still has yet to gain full trust of those within the corporate body, he has proven that he is still a capable asset.

-Other Info-

Antony was raised in a high standing family and has always been accustomed to being wealthy. So he has always done his best to keep his personal accounts high and fool, even going so far to keep separate books on the side for emergency cases. That is not to say that he does not spend his wealth.
Antony is a heavy player in the stock market and under several assumed names he has stocks in many major and not so major businesses. His most recent acquisition was a hostile takoever of another shareholders savings and he now has 16% of Milatek's and 12% Arasaka stock profiles.

So begins...

Antony Largo's Story

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Antony stood for a few minutes outside of Georges location, though he did not know if it was her house. The building was nicer then his current place being in one of the more well off sections of the city and it dawned on him that he did live in a legally condemned building to boot. He just shrugged for a moment as he took the last drag of his cigar, tossing the slim into a nearby storm drain and walking in.

Stepping into the elevator he waited for the doors to close and his ride to begin.

Every few seconds he would adjust his dark red coat and check his belt, only once though to check the sling on his holster that ran across his back. The Colt-Alpha still felt slightly cool through his shirt and he began to think back to the last time he used this particular gun on anyone. This train of thought did not last long though as he snapped too when the elevator made a low toned ding, signalling the arrival to Georges floor.

Finding the door was simple enough and he looked at the screen on the right side for screening visitors.

Antony took a moment to adjust himself one last time and pulling his hair but, popping a mint for final measure.

He leaned in and pressed the call button.

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#, as written by Varyar
Mark Parnasse woke up a new man. In fact, he was feeling better than he had for years. A little voice in the back of his mind seemed to know exactly why that was, but the hacker chose to ignore it.

The lights of his many computers flickered to life, and within moments he was connected to every news agency, every MMORPG, every social media page there was, all with countless different identities. He knew he had an appointment soon, however, and could not spend his morning bathing in information as he did most mornings. An appointment in real life, not online. Unfortunately.

Even so, it was something he simply could not miss. A meeting with George, a meeting with CKSD, this organization he had pledged his life for, something that had acquired new meaning with recent events. As a hacker, he would never had expected any field action, let alone dragging George’s unconscious, bleeding body. It had opened perspectives for him, showed him what he was really into. It was no longer about pressing buttons behind the safety of a computer screen. It was about being a part of the team, of being present
 Even if part of the team was a psychotic, trigger-happy maniac.

The truth was, Mark had mixed feelings about Anthony. His initial impulse was to hate and disregard him as a simple hitman, nothing more than a puppet killing who he was told to kill. But that would be the easy, hypocritical approach, and would ignore the fact that Mark had as much blood in his hands as Anthony. The Sphinx opened the doors, turned off the cameras, released the beast. And one cannot blame a sword for striking
 For without sure footing, the sword stroke will go amiss. Mark gave the sword its footing, and there was no denying that.

Still, he would try to hold Anthony back the best he could in the future, lest his conscience haunted him forever.

Later, Mark found himself standing outside the address of the meeting, supposedly George’s house. He felt tempted to break into the security system and take a look through the cameras to make sure he was at the right place, but he resisted that urge. It would be
 Disrespectful.

Cursing his new found tact, Mark went in, and then received the certainty he was at the right place
 Because standing there, exactly as Mark remembered him, was Antony, waiting in front of a closed door.

The hacker again resisted the urge of opening the door through his pad in a pointless display of skill, and instead approached the man, trying to be as polite as possible, something he wasn’t very used to.

“Hello, uh, Antony. I see you were also called here. How are you?”

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Antony looked down the small hall as the greeting followed out towards him and he turned his head slighty to see the young hacker approaching him.

"Ah.. Mark." He said with a slight pause in his throat as he spoke. It was a strange thing for someone to be seen so outside of their element and it was not lost on him that Mark was not the one to really be about in such a way, unless he really needed to. "It seems George has plans for everyone today.

He looked down at his Rolex and smirked.
"And two minutes early to boot as well.

"Well, you know how she is" said Mark, still insecure about what he could say or do that wouldn't irritate the mercenary. "When the matter is CKSD, she has her head fully in the game, all the time." A small period of silence ensued, during which Mark looked at the plain doors of the elevator and nothing else, breathing slowly, remembering from a tv show how one should behave when trying to move away from a wild bear. Then, he broke the silence, feeling he simply had to say something.

"So, do you, ah, have any idea why we're here?"

"Well it could be a few reasons for that actually" Antony started as he pulled a comb from his inside jacket pocket and taking a few cursory swipes of his hair.

"We could be here to receive mission details for just the two of us or she could have a package for one of us as well." Shortly putting the comb back.

"Then again the last time one of my contractors invited me over I learned upon arriving that there was a price on my head.. Not the best way to end a business relationship if you ask me." He gave Mark a slight lean of his head and a cheeky smile before standing straight once more with a small sigh in his voice. "I really miss that little ginger..."

Antony takes a step back leaning against the wall on the other side of the hallway and keeps his eye trained on George's door. "Was the other night seriously your first time in the field?" He asked rather bluntly.

"Well, in the actual field... With real bullets and stuff... I guess so, yeah." said Mark, feeling the contempt hidden beneath Antony's question. That angered the hacker, who spoke without thinking. "Truth is, I can probably do more damage in a single morning in my pajamas than you can in the whole year. So if it's my first time in the business... Definitely not."

Antony smirked again for the second time today and nodded. "Maybe so.. But I do take pride in being there in the moment." He looks at his watch again as the time slowly slips by and he wonders in his mind what George could be doing behind that door that would warrant not answering his call at the door. But he thought for a moment on how Mark could be so sure of himself even if he was just a button pusher. Though he knew how bad a hackers attentions could be and so he kept all personal information physically filed for that very same reason.

"A whole year huh.. next time you bring a space station out of orbit let me know and I'll be impressed." He kept a wry smile on his face despite how insane such a statement was. Even though he knew that the station wasn't even the target of the mission and that little fact brought a chuckle to the back of his throat as he looked blankly off into space, remembering the finer days gone by.

But Antony felt that he could at least talk to Mark about one subject that they both could agree on and he used that as a sort of olive branch. "So.. what kind of side arm do you carry with you? I couldn't help but notice the small lump from before.

"A... Side arm? You mean like a fire arm? Oh no, those things aren't for me." Mark pulled out his taser, which he always carried with him, more a reminder of the dangerous life he lived than anything else. "I have this for when things get ugly. Besides, death is so final, don't you think?" Mark laughed, much more comfortable now that he started talking. "No, of course you don't."

"Besides, getting a station out of orbit? What am I, a James Bond villain? If I told you the things I do on a daily basis, and if you could actually comprehend them, you would be more than impressed. But what about you, Mr. Largo, what do you do in your free time?"

Antony keens his head a bit at the question and thinks though he does already know the answer.
"Collecting mostly... Information.. Objects. Whatever suits my taste at the time." He shrugs a bit as if to add emphasis to the answer.

"Say, you look like a man who keeps it to himself. Something rather difficult in the age we live in. I say that because I have never heard of you... Which says something. Are you technophobic, Mr. Largo?"

Mark was enjoying this, as if he was poking a tiger with a dangerously short stick, knowing the tiger could do nothing other than look threatening. Or so he hoped.

Antony laughs again as a funny statement passes through his mind.
"No not really, I have some pretty nice toys when it comes to tech.. but lets just say for a while now, I've had to drop myself off the grid. Being on the bad side of several different people can make life that way for you." He reaches under his coat and slides the colt from its holster on his back. "You would do good to get a real weapon. If you like, I could actually do you such a favor?" He holds the large gun flush in his palm as if to show it to Mark.

For the moment he knew that Mark would never truly get face to face with someone, not like he is suggesting and of course not anytime soon. A desk and console is where the hacker could find his safety and power, so somewhere in his mind Antony knew he would not really risk such a venture.

The hacker looked at the gun, as if it was something completely alien. He pictured himself holding something of that magnitude for a second... And the thought sent shivers down his spine.

"Ah, no thanks. I would probably just shoot myself in the foot with it anyway"

Antony smiles as Marks premiss to shooting himself in the foot. "You wouldn't be the first or the last to do that." He puts the gun back in its place, sliding the barrel back into the holster and knocking the clip back on to hold it in place. He leans back against the wall and peers towards the door once again.
"Oh and as a matter of fact I am not inept with the cyber wold. I do have some experience net-running, though I do rather prefer the feel of the real world compared to that of the artificial."

"Yeah, well, most people do. But then again, most people have no idea what they're missing." Mark wondered if he was talking to the same person who shot all those people, the same person who had been Mark's reason to question himself day and night, He seemed so... Calm. As if the things he did were simply work. The hacker felt compelled to ask him that, but he felt it wasn't his place to do so.

"If you'd like, I can make sure you're invisible... Really invisible... To those people you're running from."

Antony did like the idea but for the time being he just swayed his head for the moment. "While the though is tempting.. I must refuse. You see.. I want a certain someone to find me." He trains his eye back on the door. "And when they do.. I will kill them all" The air goes quiet for a moment as he stares out into the world. As if the door were a void and all he could see was what existed within it.

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George watched the monitor. Antony and Mark had arrived and were making their way to the room where she waited. She wondered if they were confused about the location, perhaps they even thought it her home. She smiled. It was one other building CKSD owned. An Arco that featured condos, offices and of course all the shopping and restaurants that a person could need. In essence, anyone who lived in the arco never had a reason to go outside.

She used this backroom office for smaller deals, for recruiting meetings and it was really the furthest her doctor and Rio would let her venture. She rolled her head, grimacing at the tightness that seemed to still be present in the healing synthskin over her wound. A small price to pay, much smaller than Arasaka was going to pay for double crossing her and her team. She had plans that would be played out over the coming months. Why attack them all at once when you can slowly undermine them? George smiled at the thought. Never fuck with me, it doesn’t end well. It wasn’t cockiness, it was fact. Most who got on George’s bad side weren’t around any longer to testify on that behalf.

She looked up to the door as the men entered, “Welcome gentlemen. I see you found it easily enough.” The screened showed them approaching the door so she knew the moment when they would be entering.

“Sit. I have a new contract to discuss with you as well as a new arrival to the organization. She should be here shortly. I wanted to give you time to ask questions about the last contracts before she arrived. Ms Trondeau will not be joining us today as she will not be needed for this mission.”

George checked her messages. She had sent for Laney to arrive today. She couldn’t help but wonder how Antony and Mark might react to her newest acquisition.

Her eyes followed Mark and Antony as they came in. “There is coffee, please help yourself and if you have anything you wish to address please feel free.”

George sat down in her chair across from them, facing the door. Her hands were folded in front of her and her back straight, her face the mask of professionalism it always was.

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Antony sets himself down in the small office chair as he begins to lean back, only to adjust to one side so he can acquiesce to the feeling of the holster in the lower section of his back. He leaned to the other side seeing that the fit there was better and for a moment he thanked himself for now deciding to wear his blade today as well.

sliding down the cuffs on his jacket he just looks up at George and smiles before speaking.
"No coffee for me thanks, I like to keep my nerves straight." He sits back comfortably now with his hands down on the arm rest with one leg shelved over the other. "How unfortunate anout the Doctor.. some more bonding time would have been nice." He chuckled. "But a new face might just be what we need." He said with a wry smile, running a finger down the left side of his chin.

However he doesn't hold such a jovial look for long, Antony makes a grim expression for a moment and speaks. "All kidding aside George.. when we hit Arasaka back.. I want to hit them hard." Clasping his hands together as if he were a villain in a sitcom. "I'm rather tired of being hung out to dry by my supposed employers."

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George didn’t react as Antony stated that he did not want coffee. It didn’t matte to her if he had any or not, it was a social norm to present beverages to people during meetings, it made them feel more at ease.

“You misunderstand about Ms Trondeau. She has not left the company, I simply do not think she is needed for this mission. She also is working on compiling the research we took from Portel. She has made some discoveries that will prove useful in the future. It seems that Mark’s program and her desire to be thorough has led us to some insightful information. In short she grabbed everything she saw and in the end it was the best decision she could have made.”

George cocked her head a little, “If you find you are in need of a scientist of any kind I will provide one for you. If it is a matter of simply wishing to have Ms. Trondeau along...” Her gaze flickered to Mark, the smallest hint of a smile playing on her lips. “I imagine that can be arranged as well.”

She tapped the table. “Your new face is a technician, someone you may very well need given who you will be tracking down on this contract but I will get to that in a moment.”

George waved her hand a little. “As for Arasaka, they will get what is coming to them but it will not be a simple lashing out. Make no mistake Antony, no one double crosses me and CKSD. No one. Remember, CKSD is your employer in this. The fall out for Portel we are taking care of so that it does not come back at any of you. I have things in motion to deal with Arasaka. We will hit them hard and they will regret what they did.”

Her eyes were hard as she stared at Antony for a moment. There was no mistaking the message behind them. George wasn’t going to let it go until they paid and when they did she would take everything.

“Now, Mark...any concerns from you?"

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Character Portrait: George Delaney Character Portrait: Imogen Trondeau Character Portrait: Antony Largo Character Portrait: Mark "The Sphinx" Parnasse Character Portrait: Laney Knobs Character Portrait: Drystan
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Mark shook his head. He took his coffee and sat back.

George nodded. Beside her the phone buzzed. Her eyes moved to it. “Good. Good that was the message I was hoping to get. You will have a technician and an infiltrator. You will need both for this job.”

She picked up her phone, typing back a message to Drystan telling him to come up.

“I will tell you now that the person you are going after is not much of a threat however she has a watchdog on her. You will need to eliminate him if you have any hope of eliminating her and this is an elimination job.”

George looked at Antony. “I trust though that you have no issue with that.”

Her hands folded on the table. “Once our last two arrive...” She looked at her phone. “Which should be momentarily I will fill in the details. Mark if you wish you can begin searching for information on our target. You are looking for a hacker who goes by the name Glitch.”

Mark didn’t flinch but he did stare at George. “Glitch? I know her. Why are you going after her?”

George shook her head. “I will tell you all when everyone gets here. I dislike repeating myself.” She frowned and put a hand to her shoulder. The skin was tight and it bothered her that she felt limited.

Her eyes fell on the door, waiting for Laney and Drystan.
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Imogen’s day started like any other. Yoga, coffee, a shower and then pouring over the research she had taken from Portel’s labs. There was a lot to go over and she had started sorting the lab results. She had found not only the research for the drug they were under contract for but other drugs, other lab results that had made her feel numb.

Her old teacher, the man she had to work under was in charge of some very questionable things. It did not surprise her, Mitchell had always pushed beyond the borders of ethics and reason. He was not that old, maybe in his forties when he ran the lab at the university and even then it was easy to see the man cared very little for others.

The things she found went beyond what Imogen had ever thought a scientist was capable of. She wondered how he managed to go undetected by officials and how his employers let these things go one. It is all about money... The more she read the more she understood that fact.

Homeless fed handfuls of unnamed drugs and then watched for reactions. Men tearing at their own skin as one drug caused them to hallucinate. Women left infertile or with deformed children after they were given untested drugs without their knowledge. The more she read the more ill she felt. Mitchell Vinger had ordered all the tests, monitored all results. His signature was on everything.

Imogen couldn’t look at the files anymore. It felt like what she read was sucking her humanity from her. She pulled on her coat and grabbing her purse decided to go out for a bit.

There were perks to living in the nicer areas of Night City. Shops that carried the latest fashions, gyms that specialized in high end clientele. Spas and jewelry stores. Restaurants of the finest standings and Imogen’s favourites, the little cafes.

She found a table all to herself in the corner after ordering her coffee. Pulling out her tablet she began to read her email. There was nothing special waiting for her so she flicked over to the scream sheets to catch up on the latest news and fashion.

“You know you have not changed one bit.” The clink of a cup and man’s voice made Imogen looked up. The colour drained from her face. The voice sounded familiar, though slightly different. It sparked memories of whispered comments in her ear. Her skin crawled.

Mitchell Vinger stood in front of her, placing her coffee down before taking the seat across from her. Imogen felt frightened and trapped. She sat up taller and composed herself.

“What’s the matter, surprised to see an old friend?”

Her hands folded on her lap. “Is that what we were? Me your lab assistant and you the sadistic scientist?” It took everything in her not to run, not to slip into her native french. She didn’t want him to know that he unnerved her.
“Such kind things you have to say about me. Are you going to drink your coffee? Hate to see it grow cold.” Mitchell eyed the cup.

“It can wait. To what do I owe the visit and how may I ask did you know where to find me?” Imogen’s mind raced. If he knew she was here did he know where she lived as well?

Mitchell chuckled. He was older than the last time she saw him and it showed in his eyes and salt and pepper hair. He still lacked a genuine smile.

“Why Imogen, imagine my surprise to see you on security footage that we were able to recover from a little mishap at my lab. Wasn’t much mind you, someone blew it up but you see with that and a bit of information we had come our way I was able to find you. I will spare you the boring details. So tell me, how much therapy did it take to get over them raping you in the alley? I am curious on what that does to a brain. I’d love to test you sometime.”

Her stomach tightened. “You...” She was shaking and it was clear from her voice and demeanour that he had gotten to her. “You really have no tactic. You simply must see what happens. Is that it? You wanted to shake me up? See if you could make me cry?”

Mitchell smiled. It was cold and sadistic. He leaned forward, coming in close to her.“I came to ask you to join my team. As payback. You owe me for that little stunt and the files you stole. Perhaps you’d prefer me to come take them from you, by force? That could be fun...”

Imogen let a breath out through her nose. “Leave. I have nothing to say to you.”

Mitchell leaned back in his chair. “Now that is a shame. I thought we could talk. You on my team once more would be so pleasant for me. But perhaps we shall to talk about it another time. I should give you time to think it over. Next time how about we do this at your place? Or maybe you will just show up at mine one day...” He left the threat hanging in the air as he stood. “Au revoir madame. I look forward to seeing you again.”

Imogen watched him leave. She grabbed her phone and dialed the first number that came up. It was the last person she talked to and that was Mark.

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Antony sets his hand to his chin and leans forward towards George's desk.

"Honestly its been maybe six.. seven years since I've had to do such a job." A small glint passes behind his eye, as if he were recalling the same day and instance. That was accompanied itself by a smirk playing across his face. He quickly returns to the back of his seat and wipes the smirk away after a moment.

"On and side not, I wasn't expecting to have you out there with us" He kept the look of intrigue on himself when he spoke.

"I've been out for more then enough missions with you in the area.. but having you out there was rather new.. what brought on this change of protocol?"