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Rick Govitti

A former intelligence specialist and field operative, Rick Govitti is now perusing a career as a private investigator/mercenary. He's 37, 6'6" and 220 lbs. He keeps a nonchalant look about him with close cropped hair, polo tee, and khakis.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Conquerer_Man

Personality

Rick as a hard worker with a strong disastifaction for people who are lazy and lack a work ethic. He's generaly hard and distant, and keeps his emotions seperate from work.

Equipment

Equipement:

  • 9mm pistol (Opitional Silencer)
  • Tactical Combat Knife
  • Satilite Phone
  • Pack of Gum, Spearmint

History

Rick Govitti was born to an impoverished family in New York City. He spent most of his time playing with his five brothers and sister, all who where younger than he was. His Father was a factory worker, his mother a maid at a local hotel. During his teen years he found him self in trouble with the law. During a high school prank gone wrong, he was caught by a police officer who had been passing by the scene of the crime. Facing time in a juvenile detention center, he was given two options. The first being that he served his time in juvenile prison or since he was 17 years old he could enlist in the military (a suggestion by his parents). Given those two options, he chose the military.

Enlisting and being shipped off to boot camp, Rick would never have thought he would find out his true calling during those eight weeks. After graduating boot camp he was offered an officer's commission due to his high ASVAB score. Accepting, he was sent to a university under a full scholarship. He received a bachelorโ€™s in Criminal Justice and a minor in history.

During his twenty years in the US armed forces, he served in the Army Rangers as a communications officer, a field agent for military intelligence, and a double agent working undercover in a paramilitary group in South America.

Two months ago he retired, serving a full twenty years. He now receives a hefty pension and full living expenses. To keep him self busy, he spends his free time traveling around the world and selling his services.

So begins...

Rick Govitti's Story

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Unbeknownst to the occupants of the bar, a bright light shot through space at relativistic speeds towards Terra. So fast was it that all orbiting ships didn't catch wind of it until it had hit magnetosphere and hit a quantum "bump" and broke into real space. Still careening towards Terra, the small object began to slow down as it the upper atmosphere and was tracked by sensors on planet and off as it raced in the air above the planet below. Its trajectory raced was traced towards a small bar in the heart of Wing-City, but by that time it was too late to intercept it.

The object barrled through several building before crashing into the parking lot of Gambit's Bar. The smoking crater soon was gathered by what witnesses had seen it. A thick mechanical apendage reached out and pulled the machine attached to it out of the hole it had made in the pavement. Eventually it had pulled it self upon four legs, though it wobbled slightly. Scanning it's surroundings, it wasn't sure where it was nor what it was. The only thing that sounded like a good idea was the single overriding directive it heard in it's machine head. Eat all matter.

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Rick Govitti had been waiting behind the bar for an hour now, listening and waiting to what was going on in the bar. His job this time, in his opinion, was a wild goose chase and perhaps it was but the intel was spot on. Raphael McGregor, the occupier of Terra, was in Wing City. He'd even tracked the target to Gambit's and now after listening to the scuffle and watching the tapped video feeds, he was for certain this was him. Things were changing though, he couldn't just walk in and take Raphael with those soldier's there, too uncertain how they'd react. So he poised him self at the rear entrance of the bar, and watched and waited.

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Rick Govitti watched through the video feed. "Fuck," was all Rick said as he dashed around the backside of the bar to follow Raphael. IF this was the God-Emperor, then why was he on the streets. So many questions left unanswered and Rick was going to find out the best he could.

He slowed as the Aschen patrol went past, picking up speed to follow his target through the crowd. "At least he did me the favor of sticking out with that hood of his," Rick thought to him self, making sure the cloaked figure was in his line of sight.

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Rick Govitti rounded the corner soon after Raphael did. Looking he failed to see the cloak or the hood. Just as telling for Rick though, and he turned the corner into the first alley he came up to. He could smell the fresh urine on the side of the building and the reek of shit. It put him on edge to smell both so fresh. Someone had been killed and vacated their bowls.

Pulling out his pistol and a flashlight, Rick examined the alley, keeping away from the trash cans and other debris that occupied the byway. He wasn't going to get jumped if he could help it.

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Rick Govitti stepped to the side as the Aschen soldier passed by. As the soldier passed him Rick caught the smell of urine and fecal matter. "Hold it," Rick spoke just below a shout, still loud enough to be heard, "I don't need to check those dumpsters for the body you stashed, you reek by the way, so just stop right there and put your hands up, and keep that disruptor on your back for now."

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Rick Govitti laughed, "call'em over here, and I'll show'em papers that give me permission to carry this as an agent of the Aschen, they'll be fake ya, but they'll give me a enough time to point out their's a body back there and they'll investigate and find a dead soldier and then it looks bad for all of us, so about you answer me some question first, oh Divine Shadow." Rick flipped his flash light off, but kept the pistol at the ready. "What are you doing out here, and no bullshit, I watched the whole incident at the bar on the feeds, what's going on that's got you involved with this personally?"

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Rick Govitti grit his teeth, his finger on the trigger of the pistol in his hand, aimed for a kill shot. "I should just put you down and do humanity the favor, fuck if I go with you," Rick's tone carried slight tinge of anger under the dead pan delivery.

"Even if that's not you," Rick nodded to the sound of the speech being broadcast, "it doesn't matter, you'll never escape what happened, even if you could leave this planet, your name will be forever tainted. You could never out run the UCON, or the Hegemony, or even those that robot race that popped up for a bit, they'll find you and they will make you wish I had put a bullet in ya right now."

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Rick Govitti reflexively acted as the shot went off. In that split second from when Raphael shot Rick squeezed the trigger of his own weapon while he fell to the side. All this seemed to be happening in slow motion to those who turned to see where the two shots had come from. Screams echoed through the streets as some ran off.

Rick tucked into a roll as his fall turned into a leap to the side. Momentum carried him through the roll and into a ramp that sunk into the ground for delivery trucks. He recovered as he tumbled a good six feet until the incline evened out, putting him a good four feet below the street level.

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Rick Govitti cursed under his breath as he peeked from cover to see Raphael turn the corner. "FUCK," Rick shouted as he stood up and made his way down the alley way opposite the direction Raphael went. He wasn't going to pursue him while he had the advantage. Taking deep breaths, he kept his eyes towards the entrance of the alley way while slowly backing up, heading further into the alley.

Rick stopped and collected himself. He pushed the talk button on his radio that was attached to his vest. "You catch that, ya he got away" he responded to the voice in his ear piece, "just pick me up at the intersection as planned, I'll make my way there before too much attention shows up."

Rick lowered his head, catching sight of the dead soldier behind the dumpster. "Just not our night, huh buddy, just not our night"

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Lectre Mansion Grand Ballroom

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Such decadence, such a focus on the pleasures of life, always bear some of the sweetest sorrows. A rich man gone destitute, a harlot carrying the bastard child, no future for the barren wife. All this because of the pleasure of the flesh was far greater than they could resist. Very sweet indeed. This party was of no difference, so many who would wind their ways into the beds of others or drink them selves into a stupor. There was a whiff of betrayal upon the air.

Utzanthtog's would watch with delight upon the party. There own devices would serve his plan, and he wouldn't even have lift a finger. With that, his form looked down upon the party from the edge of the glass dome that sheltered the party goers from the night sky, for tonight,he was to be the observer instead of the actor.

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Character Portrait: John Mathews Character Portrait: Mencith Character Portrait: Christian Locke Character Portrait: Jazmin Character Portrait: Rick Govitti Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: Julian Regius Divium Character Portrait: fire Character Portrait: Nicholas L. Grayeson II Character Portrait: Blade Ironside Aka Derick Silvermane Character Portrait: Capt. Drake Springer Character Portrait: Shokunen Rivyn Character Portrait: Ellwinn Character Portrait: Mo Cypher Character Portrait: Ashleyyy(: Character Portrait: Corbis Livid Character Portrait: Tristan Leon Isenhart Character Portrait: Alexia Royale Character Portrait: Lucas Vahn Character Portrait: Maxim Tsunami Character Portrait: Prince Niku III

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Prince Niku III mosies on over to the elongated tables and looks around at all the food. He sees items that appear edible mixed with items that definitely are not. Niku picks up a leg of lamb and chomps down on it. This is the first food he has had in months since he had been in stasis. When he is done, he listens to the eerie music for a while and starts to wonder about finding somewhere to sleep.