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John Cross

"Is that your reflection staring back? Be care in the future, this mirror's black."

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by R.T.M.X.

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"Oh honestly, did you not expect my employers send somebody to reclaim what's theirs?"
just paste the quote here tbh-John Cross.

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┙D͏̱͈̤O̳̣̼͓̺N̬̘̫̩͖̘̲'̦̖̖̠̳̳͚T̥̰̰̩̦̺ ̸̞HA̝̮͈͕͔͎͟V̼̲̫̞̮E̝̗͖̦̗͓ ̀A̼̱̕ ͉̯P̣A̡͚͔̫̤͇S͏̤͓̻̩S̺̞͎̼͡W̭̹̰̳͜O̢̲R̺͉Ḓ̠͇͈̗̮̼? ̬̟̮͖͠A̯͉̙̦͚̪͈C̶̘̙̦̼̤͈C̯̤̫E͍̬͞S̷̪S̛̠̮ ̮̲D̜ͅE̸̻͇N̼̻̺̬͙̯̣͡I̲E̹͔̫͙͎̝͝D͎͡.̠̟̪̪͙̠┍

xxxxx|| NAME || [JOHN CROSS]
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xxxxx|| MONIKERS/ALIASES || Justin Case// "Agent BLACKLIGHT"// Da͝vȩ N̨ul̀l// J.C.// John Doe
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xxxxx|| GENDER || Male
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xxxxx|| AGE || 38; Presumed
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xxxxx|| BIRTHDAY || [DEC 16]
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xxxxx|| SEXUALITY || Heterosexual
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xxxxx|| COMPOSITION || Augmented Human
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┙L̶̟̺̳̼I̞̩̱̦̤̱ͅK͈̠͓͕͚E͝ ̻̫͕͉ͅÁ ̦͕D̥̼Í̤̩GI̜̫̻ͅT̘A̙̯͔͍̣͝L͏ ͏̲̟̮͚ͅG̳̪͍͢Ḩ̣̖̼̹O͈ST̲ ̜̝͓̗͇̼̫W̻͞H̦Ḙ̖̗̙͚̘̰N̟̼̦̬̠̝ ̰̰͡H̢͚͖̠͎̰͍̹E̘̥͙̕ ̴̲͓͍̟͎̭̖P̸̘̣AS͏̯̱SE͍͖͈̲͈̲̝S̗̱̹̫ ̢͓B̛̮̼Y̻̼̲.̨┍

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Imagexxxxx|| HEIGHT || 76" (6'4")
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xxxxx|| WEIGHT || 200LBS
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xxxxx|| HAIR COLOR || Brown
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xxxxx|| EYE COLOR || Brown
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || Blank Fingerprints// Neural Ghost Module
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xxxxx|| DESCRIPTOR ||
xxxxxA single word needed to describe Cross - weird. Or perhaps the word strange fits better; Or for that matter, unique is the only term that comes to mind. He, for a he he is indeed (judging by the androgynous bodyframe cast by the combat suit that he is known for), and at a quick glance, the average person would assume that C̨ross̶ is a robot or cyborg of some sort. A wedged, mesomorphic framework who is neither seemingly gaunt nor corpulent, this corporate samurai is both a daywalker and night-crawler, a prowler of the streets and a smiling face from the shadows. Henceforth, befitting his station as a sleeper agent, he wears no markings or insignias of any kind that could betray him as a member of either FIRE̸̶WALL or the AGENCY.

When not geared up for overt field operations, consequently, Cross dresses ordinarily casual. His "closet repertoire" is considered nondescript, generally including a dark-colored leather jacket and drab jeans, loosely layered atop his 6'4" frame, to conceal the full-bodied armored undersuit hidden beneath. Vintage 2004 Converse sneakers click along the ground he walks upon, and he sports a number of as͘̕s̵orted accessories and gadgets to assist him with his various covert duties while in plain sight.

ImageStraight brown hair has been slicked long enough to assume that as its natural shape, crowning a sharply angled, wolfish visage. Thin lips and a hawkish nose give him a menacing yet tempting expression, only compounded upon by his devilish grin. His is a very enticing face; one that is menacingly repulsive and yet daringly inviting at the same time. Despite his age, the years have been "kind" on him, and it has attracted many... and spared very few.

He sports an overly lean and athletic build due to his constant sparring and staying in shape, though looking at him one doesn’t get the appearance of power, rather that of impossibly high endurance and agility: his features are wolflike, lithe, and sharp. However, based on his position within the company, Agent Cross doesn't wear standard-issued AGENCY gear, and as such, there can be no mistaking the soldier. When he's operating in combat-laden situations, his armor gives him the appearance of an armored, twisted amalgamation of machine and man. His customizable, full-face emoticasting helmet features a smooth, skull-like visage, contoured around his face and jawline, complementing the lightning blue glow of the helmet's external HUD and digital display.

The armor is self-contained and capable of withstanding most elements and hazardous conditions, however he has geared his suit to be on the lighter side for greater movement. The armor is quite ęx̢pan̸s͟iv͡e͠ in its coverage, adding extra protective plating to areas normally left exposed and extra armor to critical spots of the body, however it still allows for a wide range of movement; crucial for an operative who has to move from location to location. Red CV-Dazzle camouflage compliments the angular design of the armor, not to conceal his form but rather to assist in the dís͝ru҉pt͘i͡òn of physical recognition software in addition to his digital shroud.

It has been rumored, but never confirmed, that Cross may have an extensive number of augmentations. These suspicions come from his strength, speed, and reflexes displayed during combat, however it is hard to guess whether these abilities come from his suit or from cybernetic enh̷a͠n͢cements, only to have these accusations grow larger after each sighting.


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┙T̶̜̖̘Ḥ̙͍͔E̻̜̯͖̼̺ ̩͖̱́S̪͕T̨̙̖̹̱͚A̷͈̼̲K̻E͘S̡̩̻͇̱̦̰ ͠A̟̯̳̙R̗͎̖̫͔̬͘E̮͍ ̦̱̮̙̘H͈͉̮̟͓̠I̭̕G͚̘̦̲̬̘̙͡Ḫ̼͍̯̭̞͔ ̺͎A͏N̠̳̝̞̺̪͡Ḓ̵͔̪̦̜͖̞ ̞͕͕̪̻̫̕T̴H̤̭̗͓͔̩͓E̳̳ ́C̠̳̭͢H̕I̞̥͈̼͈͞ͅP͟S̫͙̠̜̗̩ ̣̲͇̣͖̥A̩̪̳͉̲R̢̲E̹ ̨̞͔̼̖͓̭D͍͈̟͇͎̲͘O̺͟W̠̰̲͞Ņ̳̩.̱͚͚̪͡┍

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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;Image 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.

ImageIn 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.

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┙T̮̯̼̝̠O̪ ̜̖K̩̬͉̘̞ͅN͇͡O̖̼̺̩͉W̩̣͍ T͉̹͇̭̣͎H̰̗̪ͅE̷͓ ͈̗̬͎̣̀T͟RU͢T̴H,̀ Y̧͉̪O̙̞̺U̲̗̫͔͈ͅ ͕͝M͠US̀T̸ ͈̳̼͔̲R̢͔͇̗͙̫I̺̩̩͎S̲͕̱͙K͙͙̤̯̫ E͍͍̘͈͙̲ͅV́E͢R͟Y̟̖̖Ṯ̱H͙̱̦̬̯Ị̸̠̫̝̲̘̱ṆG͖͖͚̯̳̜̰.̙͕̝͜┍


|| ROSES || His job// Money// Information// The Agency// The Hunt// Technology// Revelries// RASPUTIN

|| THORNS || Children// The Revolution// Androids// The Corporations// The Government// Ghouls

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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.


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┙IS HÈ M̸AN͠ ̵O̢R͝ ͢MA͠CH҉I̶NE?┍

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CUSTOM CYBERWARE
•Enhanced Attributes
As the specific source of these physical augmentations are often debated upon, it is certain that Cross' strength, speed, and stamina are on par with those within the augmented populous. While these attributes aren't publicly pronounced compared to those on the heavy end of the spectrum, he is nonetheless superior that those that general don't have such enhancements.
•Modified Ghost Module
A Ghost Module, down to its very core, is a specialized neural implant designed to carry an artificial intelligence in order to assist a "master" with processing and maintaining data from implants and sensory inputs, lessening whatever strain being exerted onto the master, without allowing the slave to provide physical output. Cross' personal implant had been modified with a neural interface in such a way to enhance his mental and physical reflexes.
CUSTOM FIRMWARE
•Anti-Disruption v1.73b Upgrades
As one of the original developers and researchers, Cross has intimate knowledge and understanding of the fundamentals behind the ęf̛fect͜iv͠eness̡ of the now commonplace anti-augmentation devices. Using this knowledge, he had incorporated various homebrewed algorithms and redundancies into his personal augmentations to counteract most varieties and grades of what he jokes about being [their] best and worst mistake.
•"RASPUTIN"
A synthetic assistant born from Cross' own volition that's slaved to the ghost module built within his cybernetics, RASPUTIN assists the agent with preventing surprises and manages the microswarm while Cross is running bypasses and creating backdoors through digital defenses. Hidden from reality, RASPUTIN is an illegal variation of artificial intelligence that'd been copied and forged from his own brain patterns.
CUSTOM SOFTWARE
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•Shutter Exploit
One of Cross' favorite toys out of his bag of dirty tricks, Shutters are digital exploits and (mostly) undetectable lines of malicious code that're fully capable of being injected into an acceptable target, the most common being visual/audio sensors and devices, in order to disable or otherwise disrupt the target from properly recording or sending data to its linked processor.
•Behavioral/Kinesics software
Software designed to monitor and record voice stress patterns in addition to building psychological profiles when referencing data of a particular individual, in order to analyze and profile against attempts of deception or other emotional states.
•Infosec Exploits
Software and tactics employed by the Agent to take advantage of known security vulnerabilities in order to succeed at intrusion attempts.
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•Active Countermeasures
Defensive measures such as dynamic firewalls and virtual networks, that Cross and RASPUTIN can utilize to resist and prevent intrusion attempts on his own augmentations and devices. Commonly known as ICE among the many infosec communities.
•Digital Shroud
The Digital Shroud is an effective "second layer" of defense that Cross employs that passively shields his augments and digital footprint and otherwise scrambles basic scans against him. Most scans would simply fail to pick up anything out of the ordinary, but in the rare event a scan does pick up something, the scanner would only notify against the anomaly but not necessarily identify it.
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┙T͕H̥͚̖̬̪Ę̫̪̜ ͈L̳̲̯͕I̞̣͕̹G͚H̷̞̮̠̹̻̰̘Ṭ̭S ͅĜ̼̖̞̹̮̩͈O͍̠͢ ̲LÒ̰̳̖̫̫W̼̺̣̹̦ ̺̫̬͔A̺Ṅ̟͉̻͎͘D̖ͅ ̷̠ͅT̥̖̤͍̺̭H̛E͖͔̬̣̩͢Y̪̺͎̤̪ ͏C͇̟̮ͅÀ̖̺͉͇̟͚̘L̰̣͇̳̦̖L ̞͎͙͕̬͜ͅI̭̪̗T͈̠̗͔̹̠̫ ̣̘̲M̸̞̪̩̻̜̱̤Ă̶̜̙͉͔̠̱G̗̻̖̺̭͓̗Ị̖̥̬̼̲̗̰͝C͘.̷̙̺┍

Technomancy
Jokingly called a wizard when it comes to technology, Cross' skill at data manipulation is considered magic (stemming from Clarke's Third Law) when compared to other so-called programmers and their ilk. A living anomaly among his kind, he is a rare breed that's capable of using specialized security exploits and vulnerabilities to infiltrate and manipulate multiple sources on the digital spectrum, while in real-time.
•<0ver_Ride>
Combined with RASPUTIN, what the unskilled calls magic, Cross is capable of remotely accessing various data systems (including augmentations to an extent) and subvert the security of what would be considered "unhackable." Through this, Cross could override the necessary a͠d̕miǹi̛st̷r͜àtor permissions of the affected piece of tech, allowing him to manipulate said technology as if it was an extended part of his conscious for a limited time. What makes him really shine however, is when he utilizes this so-called "magic" in a matter that temporarily overloads and disables inflicted technology, in a similar fashion to a mobile disruptor.
•<Unf0reseen_Decepti0n>
As his position requires a level of discretion on his part, Cross holds a general mistrust towards recording devices, thus slightly paranoiac when it comes to being out in social settings. Because of this, and combined with his skillset and experience, he prefers to stay hidden while in plain sight. By hacking into any and all nearby security systems (and optical augmentations), Cross is capable of effectively erasing his footprint as he edits himself out from data feeds and video footage, all in real-time.
•<Panoptic0n>
Translated as "All-Seeing", by commandeering and accessing nearby cameras and other sensory inputs with the use of his microswarm, Cross can (effectively) create a 360° surveillance event around a targeted location, providing him a much wider field of observation than those relying on conventional methods. If need be, he is also capable of recreating past events by accessing the memory storage of those devices and piecing together limited recordings from different angles.

Black-Ops Anonymous
Cross' unconventional position within the AGENCY requires unconventional training. While his personal records are mostly blacked out, others could only guess where he had served and trained, and it's become obvious that his training didn't originate from any department within INFINITY CITY but rather some outside organization with similarities towards the AGENCY and the Enclave.
•<P4thf1nder>
While he's no mountain goat, whenever he's out in the city, he is capable of easily reaching from Origin A to Destination B by taking the shortest route, even if that means cutting through or over buildings and other obstacles.
•<D1rty_D4nc1ng>
Cross is unusual in his approach to violence; as for whenever negotiations are over and the punches start throwing, he is capable of holding his own against a number of opponents. Quite skilled in martial arts of several kinds, including Capoeira, Ninjutsu, and Systema, he isn't afraid of being accused of fighting dirty, usually seen utilizing whatever's in hand and what appears to be stylistic dancing.

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┙H͏̨̱̞̳̺͔̪͎E̴̱̤̱̯̮̞̖̞͈ ̺̹̣̺̝̱̞͡C̭̩͔͡A̭̝͈͓̫̟͝ͅŅ̟̳̩̀ ̴͇͍͙T̖̖̀͜A̧̞̩̯̝͡K̦̯̘͇̘͍͞È̴̜̺̪̺̮͈̤ ̴̴̣̪͍͎̤̻A͘҉̝̥ ̤͚͔͜B̶͘͏̩̘̯͕̟͚͖͚A̵̝͔̫̼͕͔D̴͉̼ ̛̱̻̕Ś̹̣͕̭̟͉ͅĮ̦̰̰̬̰̀T̴̙̜͓̣̠ṴA͍̼̘̙͉̘̺̮T͚͍̤͝I͙͎̫̰͈O̲̭͇̕N̻ ̨̻̮̙͉̪͚͘A̻͍̞͡Ń̞͈ͅD̷͉̻̳̞̮̮̤̹͜ ̖͙T̲̘̦̙̬̗̟͜ͅṶ̶̧̳̞͎͡ͅR̛̛͈̫̹̞̕ͅN͚͎͈͈͇ ̴͇̣̬̼̘̞I̶̮̭͟T̸͝͏͎͎͖̭̦ ̴̛̻͙͚̗͍̣I̶̟̠̠̪N̵̠̤̪̱̣Ṱ̺͉̯̮̥͙O̴̠̹̲̦͠ ̝̮͕S̢̠̰̭͠O̴̡҉̥̮̲̰͎ṂE̷͍͎͜T̶̫͉͚͡ͅH̵͏̳̹̩͕̗ͅI͓͕̙̜͓̜̪̰͟Ṋ̵͎̭G̴̯̱̀ ͏͚͖̹̱̩͕̭͡ͅṔ͕̘͖̘̙͉̺R͕̣̗͍̱͟E̵͉̕T̶̛̳̺͉T̨̤͍͇͟͠Y̳̬̫̗͍͉̭͡͞.̞̭̙̗̥́┍

|| STRENGTHS || If the Peacekeeper and Trouble Shooter branches were to be considered the AGENCY's respective arm and blade, then he and the rest of FIREWALL would have been the proverbial tox̷i͞n̕ seeping into the wound after they would be finished opening the wound. He is blunt and direct when not actively holding stealth. Efficiency is his only style; he does not care for splatter and fanciful methods of killing when a simple single shot is all that will suffice. He will deal with opponents the simplest and quickest way possible only because he does not i͠nţen̡d to waste time, resources, and effort any more than he has to. He does not care whether people live or die, he merely deals with "obstacles" as he sees fit. If dealing with said obtrusions requires slaying, then that is what must be done. These obstacles may be anything as serious as a guard shooting at him to something as trivial as merely asserting his standing in a bar; in both instances there will be shots fired and bodies strewn across the floor.
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|| WEAKNESSES || Unfortunately, Cross will always be seen as equipment in the eyes of his handlers and superiors. This is due to his view on completing a certain task with as much efficiency as possible, and this does tend to create a few problems with those who work alongside him. His personal views and actions, to their core, de̶h͏u͝m̸an͘i҉ze him. But despite being considered more as a machine than a living person, behind the helmet, he is still flesh and blood. He's certainly not expendable, and can most certainly die if things make a turn for the worst.
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┙H͟E̯̞̱'̪͎S̨͚͖̗̲ ͍̣̭̰͈A̪̗͈̳͔L̙͎̤̘̖͔͖͜W͈̜̱AY̙̣͙S̪͎ ̫͚̖̜R̤͎̥̳̘̜E̜͔͡M̟̬̮͍Ḙ̴̣M̷͖B̻̹̻́E̖̱͈̲͎̭RE̢͕̞Ḍ̶̜͙̰ ͓̬̖͚͚̹̠͜F̛̭͍̲̹O͕̪̯͎̳͈̠R̛̭͈̭͖̰̩ ̱̺͍͟H̹̠Ì̟̼̝͉͈S ̼̰̜̱̟̟̬A̞͎͓͓͘C̩̩ͅṮ͍͍I̪̳͠O̜͝N̷Ś̺̯̭ͅ.┍

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.

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writer: RTMX - fc: Karl Urban - hex code: #9040FF


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So begins...

John Cross's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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miles' home/workshop • outfit#35404F
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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.