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Tommy Locke

The Hacker

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a character in “Hit List”, as played by TushoKa

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F U L L N A M E
Thomas Anderson Locke


N I C K N A M E S
Tommy ✦ Most common ✦ indifferent
Unlocked ✦ code name ✦ likes
WWW ✦ common ✦ hates



A G E
29 years old


E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian, Irish decent


S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual


R O L E
Hacker


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H E I G H T
5'11"


W E I G H T
160 lbs


H A I R C O L O R
Dark brown, almost black, especially when wet.


E Y E C O L O R
Dark blue


S C A R S / T A T T O O S
No tattoos, but a few long scars across his back

G E N E R A L A P P E A R A N C E
His thick hair is usually an unorganized bunch. He doesn't take or make time to get it organized, according to him it will find its way. Similarly to his hair he also does not spend a lot of time on his facial hair. He shaves once a week, so his beard level is different from Monday to Sunday. He has a very pale skin tone, caused by spending most of his child- and adulthood indoors. He has a square jaw, a wide nose and small lips.
Simple is the key word to his clothing style. Going up in the masses is a trademark assassin move, so anything flashy would be out of the question. He refers jeans and and shirts, replaced by jeans and hoodies in winter. A suit is normally not an option, unless the job calls for it.


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S K I L L S E T
Genius✦ On the spot thinker, thinks 5 steps ahead of the rest ✦ Can calculate all variable to set up and execute missions to extreme precision
Gunman✦ Has excellent eye-hand coordination ✦ Familiar with diverse fire arms
Information broker✦ Can hack into government/corporate data finding information on any individual ✦ Skilled investigator


P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Distrusting ✦ Careful ✦ Intelligent ✦ Charming ✦ Patient ✦ Self-Serving ✦ Gentle ✦ Secretive ✦ Confident ✦ Polite ✦
Energetic ✦ Ambitious ✦ Imaginative ✦ Optimistic ✦ Persuasive ✦ Organized ✦ Resourceful


A charming gentleman able to flash his smile and get away with murder. People seem to trust him more easily than he would trust anyone else. For most of his investigating work he just needs a friendly secretary with whom he can strike up a conversation. His confident manner will persuade many a person to spill the beans without much prompting.
If this does not work out Tommy can always easily fall back on his primary skill, hacking. He is clever and resourceful enough to break into data centers of governments and corporate organizations. He is in the business of information broking and he is always able to find his target. In fact with the developments on social media his job has only become easier over time.
Tommy has a clear goal set for himself. He does not do his job for anyone else's interest, but only for himself. He will not take a job if it would not eventually benefit himself. At first point it might not always seem clear what his reason is, but you can bet there is one. More often than not this would either be being owed a favour and of course he will help for a certain monetary value. He is rather secretive and does not like to include others in his plan. They can be part of his plan, but not being as fully informed as he is. His reason for not trusting others is mostly because others shouldn't trust him.
All Tommy's moves are carefully planned and a thorough thought process will have preceded his actions. He lives outside of the box and instead of going out of his way to do something, he'll rather plan it in a way that the target will have to go of its way to come to Tommy. His plans often takes long to come to fruition, with seeds being planted years before they sprout. His level of patience and organization help him in this.


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L I K E S
The internet: Tommy's playground ✦ Money What is it good for? Absolutely everything. ✦ Seeing one of his plans being followed through to perfection: Dance, my puppets! ✦ The cold: Winter over summer any time ✦ Fruit: Surprisingly for an absolute indoor person, he's kind of a health junky ✦ Girls: If you've got the charm, you better use it ✦ Smoothies: Peanut butter bomb, please ✦ Driving: Just me and the road ✦ Difficulty: It's no fun unless it's a challenge ✦ Travelling: Every city has his charm and I want to see all of them ✦ Headshots: Nothing beter than a one bullet kill ✦ The aftermath: I enjoy the fruit of my labour, so what, sue me

D I S L I K E S
Computer crash: Computer crash = Computer destroyed ✦ Sports: Not for me, thanks ✦ Alcohol: I can't handle a simple, so don't ask me to ✦ Small beds: Kingsize only ✦ Stupidity: Easy to manipulate, but still, not a fan ✦ Tea: Who the fuck invented that? ✦ Water: Not so much the water, but more travelling over water ✦ Fast food: Not as yummy as sometimes made out to be ✦ TV: equals time wasting ✦ Getting his hands dirty: He rather sets everything up in such a way he doesn't need to do anything ✦ Traffic: Nothing is more boring than being stuck in traffic

H O B B I E S
✦ Online gaming: My own personal training program ✦ Creating chaos: Nothing is more fun than just enjoying looking at people in a chaotic situation ✦ Freelancing: Finding information for others, keeping my skills up to date, plus making some pocket money ✦ Fast cars: It's a man thing ✦ Foreign exchange trading: Not for real profit, but it's like a bit of a game to him ✦ Going out for dinner: The simple joys of life

H A B I T S
Running his fingers through his hair ✦ Chewing gum ✦ Flashing his signature smile ✦ Walks fast ✦ Going for a protein smoothie ✦ Whistling ✦ Checking the sport results, even though he does not care about sports

F E A R S
Being captured and tortured ✦ Being outsmarted ✦ Losing face in front of others ✦ Needles ✦ That he did other things that he doesn't remember yet/any more ✦ That his memories are not his own ✦ Being paralysed

D R E A M S
✦ Being off the hit list so he can stand and go wherever he wants ✦ Build a nice, comfortable and rich live for himself ✦ Finding someone he can trust ✦ Finding out the truth about himself



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H I S T O R Y
Tommy grew up as a single child of two hard working parents in a small mid-Western town in the US. In middle school he was known as quite the jock, almost participating in every single sport the school had to offer. He was most successful with basketball and running. He was doing his parents and school proud. Quite the case of girls want to be with him, and guys want to be him. At the age of 14 Tommy was involved in a car accident. He was walking to school when a car with drunken driver hit him and left him paralysed from the waist down.

Initially after the accident his parents and himself were very positive over operations and therapy. As time went by and operations kept on failing they slowly began to realize that he would be bound to a wheelchair forever. He still continued to play sports on a competitive level, but after years he started to lose faith, energy and even worse his will to live. At the age of 20 he was contacted by the government for trial operations in order to fix his legs. They promised some never seen before treatments and overall more positive results than any operation out there at that moment. The dotted line was signed seconds after finding it.

After three years of operations, chemical treatments and training Tommy came out as a new man, literally. Aside from having the feeling back in his legs his behaviour has changed rigorously. Being not too much into computers and data hacking before, he was now a leading expert in the field. The way he could handle a gun was stunning if you consider he never held one before. He had never been faster, smarter or more experienced than he was now. Operation S.E.A. had done him a favour, even though he was put through hell during the three years of treatments.

Although mainly working in the background of assassinations as back up or information broker, he has been on several assignments by himself. He was mostly assigned assassinations in urban settings, being able to use anything as a weapon and going up in the crowd moments after. The kill was exhilarating, and planning it out was a talent as never seen before. A mere two years after the war ended, and his skills became a liability instead of an advantage. Being set up for a final brainwash he came out being none the wiser. He was placed in a house, with a job and no memory of the past few years.

What they apparently didn't expect to happen were the flashbacks. Being plagued by them on a daily basis he was one of the first to connect the dots. His artificial genius level intellect helped him to figure it out. At the same time he was one of the first to get back on the horse, so to say. His first interest after discovering his previous life was to find others like him, which he did. He found people like him, that went through the program. He helped them understand and come to terms with what happened. Not only that, the bad thing was that he himself was easily found as well. The former leaders of Operation S.E.A. got hold of him and instead of killing him, they tortured him for information on the people he had contacted so far.

As far as he knows the three weeks he was held captive were the worst of his life. He was whipped on a daily basis until his skin was coming loose. He feels incredibly guilty that he cracked at certain moments and that he gave away information he never wanted to give away. The information he provided possibly brought the lives in danger of the people he had initially saved. He is not aware of the amount of people that were killed because of him. Either out of self preservation or pity for him he was rescued by some of the others on the hit list. After this he owes them, something he does not like at all.

After being saved his attitude changed. He became more secretive and is less willing to work with others. Because he owes them his life he often doesn't have choice, but since he had given away information without wanting to before, he now tries to make up for it by keeping as much information as possible to himself. The constant threats of taking his legs away by his captors have him become more greedy. He is saving money by the shitloads by taking freelance work and finding people for others. He has the hopes that even if they eventually take his legs away he will be able to pay for procedures himself so he will never be paralysed again.

Lately he has been having flashback of a life before Operation S.E.A. Only the life he is seeing in his flashback is completely different than the life he remembers. He suspects that the memories before the program may have been implanted during the three years of training and treatments. Since then he has become obsessed with finding out who he actually is.

So begins...

Tommy Locke's Story

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Current Location: Romania || Dialogue Color ✦ #4B0082 || Thought Color ✦ #DA70D6 || Mood: Anxious

She was living like a vampire at this point. Not wanting to risk her identity in the daylight, she only went out at night. Checking her watch it read 10:45pm. Where the fuck are they? She wasn't always so anxious, but considering just two weeks ago she witnessed Jason's murder, another assassin, before her very eyes. Not doubt it was the other assassins hired by the government to terminate their little "guinea pigs". And there wasn't a thing she could of done. Sure, she could of easily gunned down the other man or woman, but not in broad daylight. There were too many innocent lives at stake for a full out gun battle. So for now, she stuck to the cover of night. It was harder to detect them then.

Waiting in the empty warehouse for the others to join to talk details, she warily watched the doors and widows. If anyone other than those she knew walked or climbed in, she'd be ready. The guns she kept concealed under her light jacket were ready to use at a moments notice. But for now, they were stashed away. She checked her watch again, growing impatient. Pacing the floor with her arms crossed across her chest, she waited.

As she waited she heard the sounds of a helicopter flying overhead. Memories flashed before her. The sounds of gunfire going off, and utter chaos surrounding her. Before when she wasn't, "herself", she would jump from helicopters, planes, buildings, you name it. Getting to her target was all that had mattered. "Do what you were trained to do." It repeated itself over and over again in her head, like a broken record. And she did. She'd killed without a moment's notice, and without remorse. But that was the, and this is now. Now she had remorse. She wasn't simply a mindless animal bent on doing the government's dirty work.

Taking a seat in one of the fold up chairs available all over the warehouse, she sat and took out her gun. Looking it over and checking the clip to make sure it was full. Funny how such a small weapon could weigh so much. As she began to polish her weapon, she leaned back and kept watch for the other Operation S.E.A. former recruits.

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Current location: Bucharest || Dialogue Color ✦ #0F0FD1 || Thought Color ✦ #00FF00 || Mood: Excited


The restaurant was busy, but with his boyish charm he had been able to get one of the center table with his date for this evening. They had met earlier that day in a shopping center not far from where he was now, and the date had been set for just a few hours later. There was some time to kill before the meeting, so why not enjoy it with a beautiful Romanian woman. Tommy looked over and called the waiter who had been helping them. The waiter had easily deducted Tommy was not from these parts and had addressed them in English during their dinner. In his best Romanian Tommy tried to than the waiter for the delicious food."Cină delicios!" The waiter smiled and returned a minute later with the bill.

Tommy paid with one of his credit cards and he escorted the lady outside. "Taxi!" A car with the familiar sign on top pulled over and Tommy opened the door. Before he let her get in the car he held her hand and pulled her towards him. With a naughty look in his eyes he snug a quick kiss from the woman. It was soft, delicate and from her reaction he could feel it was a welcome surprise. As he pulled away he could see the blush on her face. As he let her get into the cab he thanked her for the evening. [color=0F0FD1]"Vă mulțumesc pentru compania ta."[/color] He closed the door of the car and paid the driver through the car seat window. As the car drove off h waived it goodbye.

Soon the taxi disappeared into the heavy Bucharest traffic. Tommy turned around and walked the other way to the nearest metro station. On the yellow line it would only take him about 15 minutes to get to the warehouse district. The metro was quiet this late in the evening, it wouldn't be running for much longer. As the metro arrived at the station Tommy made his way to the exit. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and checked the screen to see which direction he should be going. From the app on his phone he picked up two heat signatures from the building. [color=00FF00]So at least I won't be the last one there.[/color] He walked up to the door which, as he expected, was unlocked.

For the first time that evening his face took on a more serious grimace. He was thinking over his motivation for being here. He had been trying by himself, with devastating result. If he was to get the answers he was looking for, he needed their help. When he stepped in he walked up to the two ladies that had arrived before him. "Good evening ladies. How are we enjoying Bucharest so far?" He walked past them to pick up one of the folding chairs standing against a wall. He took two, one for him and one for Roksana, who was still standing. "So who are we still waiting for before we get this petrecere started?" He unfolded both chairs and sat down on one of them, waiting for the others to come.

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Current Location: Bucharest, Romania || Dialogue Color ✦ #78866B (Camouflage Green) || Thought Color ✦ #728FCE (Light Steel Blue) || Mood: Whatever


Out of all the places in the world, Bucharest wasn't exactly in the top ten spots to have a vacation in. This was very evident in the scenery that surrounded Jason, the "Spectre". The buildings seemed to be older than his father and it looks like they haven't seen a deep clean in quite a few years. The darkness of the night didn't help but give the place a gritty look. Street lights pierced the night sky with the combination of streetcars driving by. Jason scanned the scene and looked for a special "shop", you don't buy clothes or groceries at this type of place. Then he finally saw it, a place that was advertising pest control. From some of his contacts Jason knew that this was the place to go to for some "personal protection".

Entering the shop you'd think that they never had any business. If anyone needed pest control this place would definitely need it. A Romanian shopkeeper appeared behind an antique counter and eyeballed Jason, he warned the Spectre,"I think you're lost friend."
Jason coolly replied, "With that answer I think I'm in the right place. I have a cockroach problem, they're as big as rats." Jason made sure to make an emphasis on the code words in the sentence to make sure this man knew what his intentions were. The Romanian nodded his head and motioned for Jason to follow him into the back room.

This room was a stark contrast compared to the front room. Everything seemed clean and metallic, wood was replaced with metal, dark earth colors were taken over by lighter synthetic colors. The Romanian opened up a locker to reveal an arsenal of modern day weapons, from pistols to long range rifles. He asked Jason,"How big is your cockroach problem?"
"Not very big,"Jason replied as he reached for a metal pistol,"but I want to be prepared." Jason inspected the Jericho 941 Sub-Compact for any imperfections or flaws that could cause a problem when he was using it. After a few seconds he cleared the quality of the handgun. Jason racked the slide of the pistol and holstered it inside his waistband for when he would need it.

The Romanian handed Jason 3 extra magazines, in return Jason handed him an envelope containing 5,000 bank notes. Jason thanked the man,"I appreciate the help, these tools will help with clean up." The man smiled as Jason made his way back out to the street. Jason checked his watch, he knew he was a bit on the late side but he needed a weapon. Doing things by hand has been messy. He continued to the warehouse where he was supposed to meet the others.

He found two girls and a guy talking, not wanting to startle anyone Jason made sure to stay in a well lit area as he approached the group. Making himself known he said,"I thought the last party I went to was dead..." He leaned against a wall near the group of killers. "Oh wait, Charlotte is here,"Jason winked at the gun toting blonde,"Nice peice, by the way. So, what's the plan?"

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Current Location: Romania || Dialogue Color ✦ #4B0082 || Thought Color ✦ #DA70D6 || Mood: Indifferent

Alone to her thoughts, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching and stopped cleaning her gun when she looked up and saw Roksana, aka Viper. The last time she remembered her, or so her fleeting memory came up with, was a mission in Greece to kill the prime minister. She was a worthy partner and had extensive knowledge in poison and the works. Girl knew how to get away with murder and make it look like an accident. "Viper. Thanks for coming on short notice. There's a lot to be discussed."

Another body was making their way to the warehouse. The lazy stroll exuded arrogance and confidence. No less when the face came into view, it had to belong to the one and only Tommy Locke, or Unlocked as he often told them to call him. They had often used Tommy's expertise in getting into hard to crack places and getting crucial information for important missions. He was often in the background, but when push came to shove, he knew his way around a gun. "Same old WWW. Not much has changed for you has it?" She meant it all in good humor, but this wasn't a vacation, they were on the run for their lives. As the small chat progressed as they waited for the other members, Jason came into view.

Charlotte's memory was more clear when it came to Jason, or as he liked to be called Spectre. Him and the other Jason, that was recently murdered, were very close. Like Spectre, Jason was also an elite spy that often backed Charlotte up when she needed someone to cover her. Seeing Spectre brought on a wave of emotions Charlotte kept with a blank mask. It only brought up recent memories of holding a bloody Jason in her arms as people looked on astonished and trying to help her, but it was too late. Clearing her throat she looked up to face him, "Spectre, always a pleasure." Putting her gun away she faced the small party she assembled. "I want to thank you guys for all coming. As you all know, the government has been hunting us down like animals, and I guess to an extent, we are. Jason, or as some of you may have known him as Ace... he's dead. Murdered in broad daylight. The government is getting more ballsy, so this is your warning. You're not safe at any point. We need to look out for one another."

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After Jason had made his entrance, he couldn't help but notice that Charlotte was deep in thought when she had greeted him. He wondered what she could have been thinking about. Was there something in his teeth? Maybe a stain on his shirt? Or was his gun sticking out, that one was always awkward to explain to people. He checked all of these things and Jason felt like everything was in order. Maybe it was something else?

Jason had a hard time remembering his relationships with all of these operatives. He knew names and if these names wanted to kill him or not but beyond that his memory was very foggy. For example his relationship with Charlotte, he wasn't sure if they were good friends or if they wanted to rip each other's throats out. As of now she wasn't aiming her gun at him so hopefully it wasn't the latter. But with her good looks he really hoped there wasn't any problems between the two.

Charlotte put away her gun and gave a quick briefing. "I want to thank you guys for all coming. As you all know, the government has been hunting us down like animals, and I guess to an extent, we are. Jason, or as some of you may have known him as Ace... he's dead. Murdered in broad daylight. The government is getting more ballsy, so this is your warning. You're not safe at any point. We need to look out for one another." Jason kind of perked up at the name of Ace. Jason vaguely remembered the other Jason and he felt good about his name. He probably got along with Ace, with a callsign like that how could Jason not get along with him? It was sad to learn of his demise. Whatever he was born into was something he didn't ask for. Now they all had to face the consequences.

Call it Jason's animal instincts but somehow he has lived this far. He was getting tired of running. The Spectre wanted to take the fight to the big dogs. He didn't want to run anymore. He made this evident in his response to their warning,"Alright, so when are we going to take out the guys that want to take us out? I'm tired of running. Im sure we all are." He waited for a response as he tapped his gun holster, indicating what he was ready for.