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Skipper McDougal
Age: 45
Race: Human / Cyborg
Occupation: Police Chief
Resident mother hen of the Major Crime Unit, Chief Inspector Skip fits the description to a T. He’s been known for nattering over his agents, and anyone else lucky enough to work beneath him. The spine, the foundation of MCU. He willingly sticks his neck out for the others, without hesitation. He is, perhaps, the only one that never complains; even when surrounded by inane paperwork. Perhaps, in an attempt to set a good example to the others. There’s years of experience etched into his face, which is often crinkled into a smile. Though it isn’t likely he’ll part with any stories. By the scar on his face, and the cybernetic built into his arm and spine, it’s likely to be quite a story.
Age: 45
Race: Human / Cyborg
Occupation: Police Chief
Resident mother hen of the Major Crime Unit, Chief Inspector Skip fits the description to a T. He’s been known for nattering over his agents, and anyone else lucky enough to work beneath him. The spine, the foundation of MCU. He willingly sticks his neck out for the others, without hesitation. He is, perhaps, the only one that never complains; even when surrounded by inane paperwork. Perhaps, in an attempt to set a good example to the others. There’s years of experience etched into his face, which is often crinkled into a smile. Though it isn’t likely he’ll part with any stories. By the scar on his face, and the cybernetic built into his arm and spine, it’s likely to be quite a story.
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Vaxen Kilby
Age: 23
Race: Human
Occupation: IT Guy
One of the youngest bucks in the MCU. As gossip goes, some seem to think that he was picked up off the streets—trailed by an agent of their own on a rabbit-trail of code left behind in the finer, off-limits sections of cyberspace. A youngen’ with a penchant for theatrics, and hacking abilities that give even the veterans pause. It’s a wonder where he ever picked up on those skills, though he’s quick to say that his father was one helluva “code cowboy” in his haydays. He’s a creative prodigy with lightning in his fingertips; outrageous at times, and borderline awkward. Of course, there’s no proof he ended up on the force this way, but he’s never outright denied it either. He probably likes the attention.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Occupation: IT Guy
One of the youngest bucks in the MCU. As gossip goes, some seem to think that he was picked up off the streets—trailed by an agent of their own on a rabbit-trail of code left behind in the finer, off-limits sections of cyberspace. A youngen’ with a penchant for theatrics, and hacking abilities that give even the veterans pause. It’s a wonder where he ever picked up on those skills, though he’s quick to say that his father was one helluva “code cowboy” in his haydays. He’s a creative prodigy with lightning in his fingertips; outrageous at times, and borderline awkward. Of course, there’s no proof he ended up on the force this way, but he’s never outright denied it either. He probably likes the attention.
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Parris Jones
Age: 27
Race: Human
Occupation: Coroner
Weird. It’s a good word for her. Maybe the only one that suits her. If someone were to question her coroner’s license, or wonder if she got the damn thing out of a cereal box… it wouldn’t be surprising. That isn’t to say she’s not good at her job. She’s fantastic. A little too fantastic at taking things apart and setting them back together. Working with a precision that’s reserved for steady-handed surgeons. Queasy? Not in the slightest. Her stomach is composed of steel. So is her personality. Like her hands, she doesn’t sway, falter, shake. Her past is shrouded in mystery. But maybe that’s for the best of everyone. There’s a good chance that the asker wouldn’t even want to know.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Occupation: Coroner
Weird. It’s a good word for her. Maybe the only one that suits her. If someone were to question her coroner’s license, or wonder if she got the damn thing out of a cereal box… it wouldn’t be surprising. That isn’t to say she’s not good at her job. She’s fantastic. A little too fantastic at taking things apart and setting them back together. Working with a precision that’s reserved for steady-handed surgeons. Queasy? Not in the slightest. Her stomach is composed of steel. So is her personality. Like her hands, she doesn’t sway, falter, shake. Her past is shrouded in mystery. But maybe that’s for the best of everyone. There’s a good chance that the asker wouldn’t even want to know.
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Ryker Gates
Age: 30
Race: Human / Cybernetics
Occupation: Secretary / Regulation Officer
If Skipper is MCU’s designated momma-bear, than Ryker would fit snugly into the poppa role. He’s a lot sterner than his counterpart. A balance is needed, he’d say. He tends to lay down the law whenever it’s needed and makes sure that everyone stays on their toes, in order to keep them all alive. He may come off as a stickler for regulations, but he’s seen enough fuck-ups in his life to understand how many things can become slippery slopes. He doesn’t intend to see the same thing happen to MCU, and while he’s willing to divulge his experiences to the others, for the sake of learning from his mistakes, it’s apparent how painful some of them can be to talk about. All in all, when Skipper isn’t around, Ryker is the one who takes the plate; excelling in nearly anything he puts his mind to.
Age: 30
Race: Human / Cybernetics
Occupation: Secretary / Regulation Officer
If Skipper is MCU’s designated momma-bear, than Ryker would fit snugly into the poppa role. He’s a lot sterner than his counterpart. A balance is needed, he’d say. He tends to lay down the law whenever it’s needed and makes sure that everyone stays on their toes, in order to keep them all alive. He may come off as a stickler for regulations, but he’s seen enough fuck-ups in his life to understand how many things can become slippery slopes. He doesn’t intend to see the same thing happen to MCU, and while he’s willing to divulge his experiences to the others, for the sake of learning from his mistakes, it’s apparent how painful some of them can be to talk about. All in all, when Skipper isn’t around, Ryker is the one who takes the plate; excelling in nearly anything he puts his mind to.
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Jabbit “Jab” Pinley
Age: 26
Race: Human / Cybernetics
Occupation: Undercover Cop / Agent
Jabbit might just be one of the unluckiest agents on the force, because being slotted into the undercover section of MCU is no joke. Rubbing elbows with slum-lords, cyber-addicts, and fanatical assholes means slumming with the most dangerous criminals Sonder City has to offer. He’s seen some things; of course, none of them are pretty. Thankfully, he tends to take things in stride, despite the growing number of scars stipled across his cybernetic-addled body. He’s a chipper guy and still has the mentality of a new agent striking out on the world. He thinks what he’s doing is going to make a difference, and maybe he’s right. All in all, he’s respected in MCU for what he does, and continues to do.
Age: 26
Race: Human / Cybernetics
Occupation: Undercover Cop / Agent
Jabbit might just be one of the unluckiest agents on the force, because being slotted into the undercover section of MCU is no joke. Rubbing elbows with slum-lords, cyber-addicts, and fanatical assholes means slumming with the most dangerous criminals Sonder City has to offer. He’s seen some things; of course, none of them are pretty. Thankfully, he tends to take things in stride, despite the growing number of scars stipled across his cybernetic-addled body. He’s a chipper guy and still has the mentality of a new agent striking out on the world. He thinks what he’s doing is going to make a difference, and maybe he’s right. All in all, he’s respected in MCU for what he does, and continues to do.
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Cadmium Cael
Age: 32
Race: Mutant
Occupation: Mutant Gang Leader
Cadmium may as well be an old wives tale. While he actively works in the background to cause mayhem and trouble, there’s few and far in-between who have ever glimpsed his silhouette, skulking through the shadows. He does, however, exist. A monstrosity in his own right with an indeterminate goal. Perhaps, he wishes to bring to light how horrible mutants are treated in general. Though, his methods are… awful, to put it lightly. He’s brought mutants together, in a mangled assortment of undesirables. There are documents that have been compiled over the years. They say his mutations have fused with his many cybernetics, creating a mix of metal and flesh. They say no one’s seen his face, either.
Age: 32
Race: Mutant
Occupation: Mutant Gang Leader
Cadmium may as well be an old wives tale. While he actively works in the background to cause mayhem and trouble, there’s few and far in-between who have ever glimpsed his silhouette, skulking through the shadows. He does, however, exist. A monstrosity in his own right with an indeterminate goal. Perhaps, he wishes to bring to light how horrible mutants are treated in general. Though, his methods are… awful, to put it lightly. He’s brought mutants together, in a mangled assortment of undesirables. There are documents that have been compiled over the years. They say his mutations have fused with his many cybernetics, creating a mix of metal and flesh. They say no one’s seen his face, either.
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Abraham Jones
Age: 36
Race: Human
Occupation: Gang Leader
Ironically, if anyone was beyond redemption, Abraham would fit the bill. He still worships a dying or nearly dead religion. He clings to it as if he’d die otherwise, and forsakes all those who don’t bend beneath it. Where he cropped out from is anyone’s guess, but there are theories that it was somewhere in the gutter. In Sonder City’s slum sectors. He carries with him an ancient book. A relic of old times, and reads from it: frequently. Madness corrupts his teachings, as he professes himself a shepherd of his people. Even stranger are the mass of followers he’s accumulated over the years, leading them to perform atrocious rituals, and punish those he deems unfit. What he truly desires? No one knows. Though, he hasn’t stopped being a thorn in MCU’s ass.
Age: 36
Race: Human
Occupation: Gang Leader
Ironically, if anyone was beyond redemption, Abraham would fit the bill. He still worships a dying or nearly dead religion. He clings to it as if he’d die otherwise, and forsakes all those who don’t bend beneath it. Where he cropped out from is anyone’s guess, but there are theories that it was somewhere in the gutter. In Sonder City’s slum sectors. He carries with him an ancient book. A relic of old times, and reads from it: frequently. Madness corrupts his teachings, as he professes himself a shepherd of his people. Even stranger are the mass of followers he’s accumulated over the years, leading them to perform atrocious rituals, and punish those he deems unfit. What he truly desires? No one knows. Though, he hasn’t stopped being a thorn in MCU’s ass.
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Kaylene Bloom
Age: 29
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Gang Leader
A lesser evil lies in Bloom—she’s not the poster-child for Sonder City’s grittiest crimes, but she’s a persistent problem who robs from its people. Steal from the rich and give to the poor. Those she thinks deserves it. It’s a fine line she walks, and it doesn’t always make any sense. She’s a chaotic storm brewing in the distance, sweeping up anyone unlucky enough to be in its path. Her people, her crew, her gang-members are what’s most important to her. They’re her Achilles tendon. While others might sacrifice to save their own hide, she’d tear down the entire city for them… though that doesn’t mean she’s a pushover. Betrayal will mean finding a grotesquely-mutilated corpse strung up on a skyscraper for all to see.
Age: 29
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Gang Leader
A lesser evil lies in Bloom—she’s not the poster-child for Sonder City’s grittiest crimes, but she’s a persistent problem who robs from its people. Steal from the rich and give to the poor. Those she thinks deserves it. It’s a fine line she walks, and it doesn’t always make any sense. She’s a chaotic storm brewing in the distance, sweeping up anyone unlucky enough to be in its path. Her people, her crew, her gang-members are what’s most important to her. They’re her Achilles tendon. While others might sacrifice to save their own hide, she’d tear down the entire city for them… though that doesn’t mean she’s a pushover. Betrayal will mean finding a grotesquely-mutilated corpse strung up on a skyscraper for all to see.
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Astria Quail
Age: 25
Race: Human
Occupation: Mafia Leader
What an oddity. The Quail crime-family is renown in Sonder City. There’s an iron-grip on the city’s neck in the underground world and it appears it’s been that way for long time, without seeing any change. Astria was born the sole daughter. It was only a matter of time that she stepped up to the plate, and so far, she’s long filled her fathers shoes and done more, perhaps, than he ever dreamed of. Whether it was the responsibility set heavy on her shoulders, or a desire for acknowledgment from her family, Astria’s hand is ice-cold. Merciless. A driving force in crime. She speaks and they bend. Of course, it helps to have a hulking monster at her shoulder, teeth gnashing at the bit for the simplest words: go, kill.
Age: 25
Race: Human
Occupation: Mafia Leader
What an oddity. The Quail crime-family is renown in Sonder City. There’s an iron-grip on the city’s neck in the underground world and it appears it’s been that way for long time, without seeing any change. Astria was born the sole daughter. It was only a matter of time that she stepped up to the plate, and so far, she’s long filled her fathers shoes and done more, perhaps, than he ever dreamed of. Whether it was the responsibility set heavy on her shoulders, or a desire for acknowledgment from her family, Astria’s hand is ice-cold. Merciless. A driving force in crime. She speaks and they bend. Of course, it helps to have a hulking monster at her shoulder, teeth gnashing at the bit for the simplest words: go, kill.
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Luxley Pine
Age: 30
Race: Human
Occupation: Barkeep
A simple man on the surface. Luxley has had the old bar in his family for ages. There’s pictures of his family posted up above the shotgun for proof. He’s protective of the damn thing too, so if anyone causes trouble, he’s not afraid to ruffle some feathers to bodily extract the cause. He’s polite, friendly, and a fine source of information when he’s willing to divulge anything—sometimes, he doesn’t because customers are customers, and if they’re bringing coin in, they’re just as important as anyone from MCU. Doesn’t mean he has his own biases. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll find a way to slip information out without outright opening his yapper. Besides, he makes the meanest mixes anyone’s ever seen across Sonder City. So he keeps saying.
Age: 30
Race: Human
Occupation: Barkeep
A simple man on the surface. Luxley has had the old bar in his family for ages. There’s pictures of his family posted up above the shotgun for proof. He’s protective of the damn thing too, so if anyone causes trouble, he’s not afraid to ruffle some feathers to bodily extract the cause. He’s polite, friendly, and a fine source of information when he’s willing to divulge anything—sometimes, he doesn’t because customers are customers, and if they’re bringing coin in, they’re just as important as anyone from MCU. Doesn’t mean he has his own biases. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll find a way to slip information out without outright opening his yapper. Besides, he makes the meanest mixes anyone’s ever seen across Sonder City. So he keeps saying.
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Rafael Saddler
Age: 40
Race: Human / Cybernetic
Occupation: Infinity Corporation CEO
As of late, Rafael has found himself in hot water. Sonder City is rife with rumor-mongers, gossip and headstrong journalists trying to weasel their way in for the next big scoop—and maybe, they aren’t as wrong as Rafael proclaims them to be, not that there’d be any access to their files anyway. He’s built his own wall around his corporation; figuratively and literally. Made of steel, code, and people willing to die for whatever legacy he’s bent on building. He’s always been relentless in his pursuits, and that hasn’t changed at all over the years, however, he’s also always butted heads with MCU’s Chief, Skipper. It appears they know each other, or at least, they used to. Nowadays, Rafael keeps himself out of the public eye and continues propelling his business forward. No matter the costs.
Age: 40
Race: Human / Cybernetic
Occupation: Infinity Corporation CEO
As of late, Rafael has found himself in hot water. Sonder City is rife with rumor-mongers, gossip and headstrong journalists trying to weasel their way in for the next big scoop—and maybe, they aren’t as wrong as Rafael proclaims them to be, not that there’d be any access to their files anyway. He’s built his own wall around his corporation; figuratively and literally. Made of steel, code, and people willing to die for whatever legacy he’s bent on building. He’s always been relentless in his pursuits, and that hasn’t changed at all over the years, however, he’s also always butted heads with MCU’s Chief, Skipper. It appears they know each other, or at least, they used to. Nowadays, Rafael keeps himself out of the public eye and continues propelling his business forward. No matter the costs.
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Magdalene Gallows
Age: 42
Race: Human
Occupation: Itemis CEO
Hailing herself as a tsar of scientific developments and medical prowess, Magdalene reigns as the CEO of Itemis. A company renown across the world, spindling its fingers into countries outside of her own. She’s a gifted neurosurgeon in her own right and tends to speak from the heart whenever she’s on the subject at hand: helping others, specifically those less fortunate. She seemed to have a twist of kindness in her later years; or else, she’d found a business move worth pursuing as she molded Itemis to a new mantra: no one left behind. No one. Her efforts are valiant. Nearly outrageous, given the amount of personal expenses put forward towards the cause. Whether the whispers or true or not remain unvarified. Magdalene herself hasn’t spoken on the matter at all.
Age: 42
Race: Human
Occupation: Itemis CEO
Hailing herself as a tsar of scientific developments and medical prowess, Magdalene reigns as the CEO of Itemis. A company renown across the world, spindling its fingers into countries outside of her own. She’s a gifted neurosurgeon in her own right and tends to speak from the heart whenever she’s on the subject at hand: helping others, specifically those less fortunate. She seemed to have a twist of kindness in her later years; or else, she’d found a business move worth pursuing as she molded Itemis to a new mantra: no one left behind. No one. Her efforts are valiant. Nearly outrageous, given the amount of personal expenses put forward towards the cause. Whether the whispers or true or not remain unvarified. Magdalene herself hasn’t spoken on the matter at all.
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Phaedra Frain
Age: 38
Race: Human
Occupation: Itemis Head-Doctor
Without Phaedra heading Itemis’ accomplished squadron of doctors and nurses, it doesn’t seem like anything would get done. Of course, it doesn’t seem as if she leaves Magdalene’s side either. She lends her voice whenever possible, and acts on her will. Definitely a hard-ass when it comes to new faces in the organization and an even harder teacher to undertake, though anyone tough enough to suffer her tutelage will be guaranteed to have the best skills there are to offer, as well as a guaranteed place among them. There are many acclaimed medicinal papers written in her name, as well as techniques she’s come up with over the years. If anything, she’s a modest face and prefers to stay out of the limelight, continuing her work in the shadows.
Age: 38
Race: Human
Occupation: Itemis Head-Doctor
Without Phaedra heading Itemis’ accomplished squadron of doctors and nurses, it doesn’t seem like anything would get done. Of course, it doesn’t seem as if she leaves Magdalene’s side either. She lends her voice whenever possible, and acts on her will. Definitely a hard-ass when it comes to new faces in the organization and an even harder teacher to undertake, though anyone tough enough to suffer her tutelage will be guaranteed to have the best skills there are to offer, as well as a guaranteed place among them. There are many acclaimed medicinal papers written in her name, as well as techniques she’s come up with over the years. If anything, she’s a modest face and prefers to stay out of the limelight, continuing her work in the shadows.
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Landon Kerrick
Age: 37
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Vackar Tech CEO
A ruthless bastard. Eccentric. Selfish to a fault. Landon doesn’t do anything unless it benefits him, his benefactors, and his company’s growth. Anything else is forfeit—and he doesn’t apologize for any of it, because he understands something very important. He has a product that people want to buy and as long as there are consumers, no one can lay a hand on him. Especially if government officials, and the MCU are some of those buyers. His methods may be questionable, to say the least, but he produces the best of the best when it comes to military tech. In the public, he isn’t very well-liked but as he often says, it’s not a popularity show, it’s a gun-race and he’s winning. Besides, anyone who’s out for his throat have to get past his motley crew of hounds: mercenaries who care less than he does about ethics.
Age: 37
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Vackar Tech CEO
A ruthless bastard. Eccentric. Selfish to a fault. Landon doesn’t do anything unless it benefits him, his benefactors, and his company’s growth. Anything else is forfeit—and he doesn’t apologize for any of it, because he understands something very important. He has a product that people want to buy and as long as there are consumers, no one can lay a hand on him. Especially if government officials, and the MCU are some of those buyers. His methods may be questionable, to say the least, but he produces the best of the best when it comes to military tech. In the public, he isn’t very well-liked but as he often says, it’s not a popularity show, it’s a gun-race and he’s winning. Besides, anyone who’s out for his throat have to get past his motley crew of hounds: mercenaries who care less than he does about ethics.
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Boomer
Age: 28
Race: Human
Occupation: Vackar Tech Mercenary
An Irish tongue-wagger, pulled out of the weeds by Landon himself. Might’ve scrounged him out of the dump or the slums or whatever outlying gutter he found him in, but he’s become a rather dependable mercenary. Not one of the top dogs by a mile, but certainly one who’s willing to do any task he’s given: without question, without hesitation. It’s a merc mantra, and one he doesn’t mind following. Not much is known about him. An orphan without a family. A gangly piece of shit. A gun with a smile who slums with the dirtiest Vackar has to offer.
Age: 28
Race: Human
Occupation: Vackar Tech Mercenary
An Irish tongue-wagger, pulled out of the weeds by Landon himself. Might’ve scrounged him out of the dump or the slums or whatever outlying gutter he found him in, but he’s become a rather dependable mercenary. Not one of the top dogs by a mile, but certainly one who’s willing to do any task he’s given: without question, without hesitation. It’s a merc mantra, and one he doesn’t mind following. Not much is known about him. An orphan without a family. A gangly piece of shit. A gun with a smile who slums with the dirtiest Vackar has to offer.
