In many ways Cross epitomes the AGENCY and the numerous co͏ŕpora͏t͜e regulatory forces. Odd, considering that superficially he is everything they are not when the g͏ó̶͝v̸e̡͢r̸nḿen̴͢ţ̡͘ comes to mind. Heavily armored cyborg soldiers of death are more appropriate; not some slick, would-be Rico Suave patrolling the red light district or clubs.

Cross is both cunning and mentally dangerous. He looks at people in terms of the threat they pose; those deemed as one are treated immediately and permanently, those not are ignored only for the moment—but never wholly disregarded. He takes quiet satisfaction in dissecting the minds of those he's dealing with, allowing him to be all the better̡ in͠ interacting with them--but also so that he can string them along however he pleases. He dwells in a world with int̡e̕l͞l͟ects ranging at either extremity; from the incredibly sharp and devious to the broken and trodden. While it makes for quite̛ ͢fún ̧s̡p̀ort̡, his personal views and actions, to their core, dehumanize him.

While this seems as a tactically positive reaction to his sh̡r̀o͢úd̵ed͠ history and training, others (for the most part) fail to attach a human face to what lingers behind his helmet, and his mercurial and abnormal nature does little to remedy this. He frequents the criminal underworld and highworld. His clientele involves junkies, hitmen, Mafioso, hookers, and petty crooks in the streets, clubs, and shady alleyways; and likewise politicians, corporate heads, and the rich elite in their penthouses, offices, and country clubs. He operates under the guise of a corporate enforcer for the AGENCY, listening to the current that flows in these circles and, when beneficial to the organization, acting out to create new ripples. But this is just his day job.

In addition of the standard-issued AGENCY firearm, he carries a number of his signature programmable microdrones as well as a retractible shock baton should he be required to go for the nonlethal direction. However, just because he carries few weapons does not mean he is defenseless. He is more than adept in using knives and guns, however he finds the latter harder to conceal and carry, resorting to the former most of the time. One of his favorites while undercover is a ceramic kinematic karambit, harder and sharper than most blades made of steel. Nevertheless, he still carries a traditionally made switchblade, primarily because bodyguard searches will always find that one first, and then presume he's defenseless, especially after a walk-through a metal detector comes up negative. Firearms can be taken easily enough when necessary, but for the most part he prefers the intimacy of his microswarm. For Cross, dancing, fighting, and sex are, when done properly, all the same art form. And there is something to be admired in the footwork and grace in melee fighting, the same with any intense dance, and of course with techniques in bed. He is also versed in hand-to-hand combat, exhibiting a style that might be described as half minimalist martial art, and half brutal street brawler.

Finally, there is a subtle side to Cross, one that underlies him in his entirety. It is a fact few truly realize, and it is perhaps the deadliest thing about him. He is corruption. He is pe͘r̢v̵er̛s͞ion; the taking of something good and pure and defiling it into something subtly and yet distinctly wrong. His goal is to undermine from the inside out, and twist things to his ends. He is the pr̢ov̢e҉r͢b͡ia̢l̀ rot that ruins the tree, betraying not a single sign until it's too late. At first glance everything looks normal and in good order, yet on closer examination it becomes glaring that something terrible is amiss. That is truly what satisfies him, and it always guides his hand in some form or another. It is business, after all.

Every nation, every government, and every organization has its dark practices, and Infinity City is no exception. Clad in a jet-black and red-camouflaged paramilitaristic combat suit made from several composite materials with data ma̸n̶͢͠i̛p̢ú́͠lation capabilities, Cross is by far one of the more elusive oṕ̡͜e͡r̴a̷̷͠tives that the AGENCY has been known to utilize for their FIREWALL Initiative.

As such, the operative dubbed as "AGENT BLACKLIGHT" is a myth, both figuratively and literally speaking. He is a living phantom, with little to no records existing, and the few that do exist have been blacked out due to his military career. This allows him to remain undercover with whatever alias he's currently using with no worry that he'll "be fi̴͘͠g̡u̴̧r̢͢ed out", as every contract, every covert operation that he has participated in, had been removed from whatever records they were on when he had completed them. From the "few" undercover contracts that he receives from FIR̡E̷͠WALL, he has more than enough time to "kill off" an alias and start anew, and when coupled with his previous history, effectively makes him a sleeper agent. Blank fingerprints, if any to begin with, included.

Though the history of how Cross became to be affiliated with the AGENCY and F̶͝Ì͘R̵̢EẀ̸͘AL̴̡̧L̴ is dubious at best, it is known that he's currently employed under the name of "Justin C̛a̷̴s͝e" as an mercenary enforcer and corporate repossession agent for the city government and the Corporations that run it.

He signed onto the Enclave at the age of 18, spending the next several months eating bullets, pissing lead, and learning how to kill enemies with precisely executed headbutts. But from there, all records would be blacked out, his existence erased, only becoming a whisper in the night. A bedtime story that Enclave's enemies would tell their children at night to keep them from misbehaving.

Sixteen years of Special Forces and Counter-Intelligence will do that to a man. Sixteen years of training as a skilled assassin, from jumping out of aircraft at high altitudes in the cover of night into states that shouldn't exist, fulfilling black o҉pera̵tions that could be considered as suicide missions for some, to the general fucking shit up in a manner most extreme, then disappear as if nothing had happened. This is what had caught the attention of The AGENCY.

Their offer? A secured, high paying job in one of the best private pe̕a͏c̸e̛ke̡ep̕i̸ng͞ forces that the face of man has ever seen, for an organization untouched by corporate and government strings.

Four years following his service in the military, Cross had simply fallen off the grid, and in essence, was considered Tabula Rasa; a "simple" man with no identity, serving under a mysterious benefactor that holds no political strings attached to either the Corporations or the Governments. The AGENCY was secretive in certain aspects, with the majority of records regarding him were already blacked out, or non-existent to begin with, which had left him a "simple" man with no identity. But the organization had no intention of throwing somebody like him away as just a simple Peacekeeper or Trouble Shooter. They had spared no expense on him, and as such, had enlisted and cross-trained him as an Assets Recovery and Ćon̴tai̢n̛men̶t́ Agent for their augmented FIREWALL Initiative, giving him the public alias of "Justin Case".

From there, after multiple failed attempts by police and corporate security forces, he was sent into Infinity City to operate as an corporate enforcer known as "Agent BLACKLIGHT" employed to locate the leaders of a growing revolution and shut them down.

What they don't know however, is that he's doubling over as a deep undercover Operative from <̵F͏I̶R͟EWAL̸L>̵ and his directives are to uncover the true reasons behind the so-called "Revolution" following the event dubbed as the "TALOS Incident," and that his superiors have given him extreme slack over how it is to be handled.