Q-Collection

Summary

• Hazard Pay
• Frey's Dragoon

==Hazard Pay==

"You see that guys neck?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"The war, now keep it moving. It's rude to stare."

— Hase Behörde Recruiter to new Interns

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! colspan="2" |

|- ! colspan="2" | The Quiet One |- | Handle |Hazard Pay |- | Real Name |█████████ |- | Nationality |Russian |- | Occupation |Intern at Hase Behörde |- | Factions |Hase Behörde |- | Specialty |CQB, Infiltration. |- | Location |Germany |-

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|- ! colspan="2" | Shiva |- | Class |

• Light

|- | Type |

• Bipead

|- | Stats |

• Dex: 4
• Dur: 2
• Pow: 2
• Rec: 4
• Spd: 4
• Str: 2

|- | Control/U.I. |

• Brainwave Harness

|- | HUD |

• Suit Status
• Advanced Suit Status
• Thermal Vision
• Hawkeye

|- | Comms. |

• Radio Transmitter

|- | Features |

• Adhesion
• Extra Limbs (Pair of arms)

|- | Utilities |

• Cyberbrain
• Duelist
• Collapsible
• Storage
• Medkit

• Hydra I&II

|- | Weapons |

• 4x Plasma Blades

|- | Suit AI |

• Soldier (Known as Kali)

|- | Defense |

• 2x Plasma Shield
• Point-Barrier Shield

|- | Drones |

• N/A

|- | Nanites |

• N/A

|}

The Pilot

The man known as Hazard Pay, was also called █████████ before the war. The following is an except from the mind of █████████, detailing how he first came across a suit and his current physical injuries.

Working as a tattoo artist in [REDACTED], Russia, █████████ made a decent life on his tattoos -- being quite renown for the art he preformed on himself, and his unusually high pain tolerance and unshakable hands (seeing as he did a full-body tattoo on himself), most of the people who went to get a tattoo or at the very least saw him preformed, joked that he would have been better suited as a surgeon with his steady hands. Of course the man lacked a proper education and proper heating in his run-down apartment, so it only served to humor and remind him of something he could, perhaps, maybe become one day. A surgeon, rich, powerful, yes; that sounded like something he would have loved to do. Of course, that was not to be the case for █████████ as his tattoo business was foreclosed and he fell into a spiraling debt.

His apartment lost even more heat, he could hardly afford to pay for food and his life was about to hit the bottom of the grease-filled barrel that was debt and poverty. █████████ was a very reserved man -- he hardly spoke before his debt started to chew away at his hopes and dreams, after it, he was nearly all but mute. A quiet man, terrible man, even the beggars took pity on him -- and that was saying something. █████████ had one treasure to his name, a singular object that could have payed his rent for three years. It was an heirloom of a family that perhaps might have looked down at their impoverished progeny and been horrified at the results. A 24 Karat gold sculpture the size of a hand that was shaped like a tear, hailing from the bourgeoisie era of Russia. It was the only thing that sustained the man, the only thing that mattered, it gave him meaning, this lost piece of history. A meaning to live that was leaving his life at a full-on sprint. (SIDENOTE: Said possession is still in the hands of █████████ post-suitfall)

For most, that would be where the chapter ends and the credits roll. An impoverished man dies, the sun sets, and life goes on. Of course if that were true, this would be a story that was not being told. On one particularly chilly night, █████████ was huddled on the floor under a few thin, cloth blankets, when he heard a low whistling that increased in tempo. Was it a robber? Was it the tax collector? Was it that blasted cat that kept pissing on his door?

The answer came in the form of a massive pod crashing through the top floor of his building, slamming through the levels like paper as glass, splinters, and rusted metal flew everywhere like an enraged thunder god might summon up a typhoon.  █████████ was thrown 6 meters into the air by the blast wave while his throat and eyes were peppered with the aforementioned projectiles. He would have died there if it was not for the pod, taking his broken and crippled body into it's icy embrace and settling down for the surgery and long process of rejuvenation. He hadn't the time to select or assign "points" and so it was a randomly generated result that  █████████ was gifted with.

When he awoke from the cold cylinder,  █████████ had an incredibly hard time adjusting to this new suit. Seeing as his throat was now replaced with a silvery compound that mimics speech, but is bland, lacks an accent, and sounds more akin to a robot than anything else. He cannot see without his suit, so he A.I has a duel function as a "Seeing eye A.I." guiding him around with the chip in his head.

How  █████████ (now known as Hazard Pay, name meaning unknown) came into the service of Hase Behörde is currently restricted and those wishing to obtain his file require authorization for such documents.

Personality

The personality and traits of  █████████ are those of an extreme introvert, speaking is rare, and showing facial emotion or body language is also a rarity. It is assumed that  █████████ speaks to his A.I on a regular basis for contact; as during times in the canine,  █████████ was observed to be using social cues such as nodding, pursing of lips, or tensing of muscles even though he was sitting in the back of the room and was isolated from others. (SIDENOTE: Because of his metallic throat,  █████████ can only have a liquid diet.)

It is known that  █████████ will, infact, talk with others when needed. He will answer questions if asked (for the most part), and exhibits a profession attitude in the field. Only speaking for callouts and other such important tidbits of information -- outside of combat, █████████ as shown an ability to "read" body language as well as an aptitude for heavy drinking. (Not uncommon among operatives).

Appearance

█████████ stands at roughly 6'1/1.8 meters (give or take) with pale skin and a completely bald head. His throat is a bright silver that shines and reflects with strange qualities (makeup of throat unknown). He is a largely muscular mesomorph and has shown a great physical strength even though his body would suggest lesser. However when attempting to discern and identify █████████, he can be easily picked out of a large crowd if the following physical features are looked for.

The first is that █████████ lost his eyes in the suitfall; his A.I provides a means of sight from his brain implant, how is unknown. His eyes are covered in a simple black wrap, constantly tight and slightly stretched it is very easy to identify. The second (excluding the throat) is the massive full-body tattoo █████████ made for himself. Consisting of a massive maze that snakes around his whole body. Face, lips, chest, etc. This is a very tell-tale sign of █████████ and has been used to identify him on multiple occasions.

Relations & Allies

Currently, █████████ has two people that he communicates on what could be called a 'regular basis', the following are listed below.

KALI - What could be considered █████████'s only 'friend' is his A.I, Kali. She speaks on his behalf sometimes through the suit when his throat is hurting him and he cannot speak. It was found out that Kali is referred to as "Sunshine" by █████████ for an unspecified reason which caused him to flush and not speak for multiple minutes while Kali laughed. The personality of his A.I. seems to be more catered to keeping █████████'s mental status on the up-and-up -- with a bubbly, caring personality that generally makes her a likable construct. It is theorized that he has conversations with her without speaking, as shown in the report above. Kali appears to be a kind of mental crutch to deal with █████████'s injuries and psyche, and has shown to constantly attempt to stop his drinking with no such luck. Still persisting of course.

SAVIIN TELO - █████████'s handler, she has a serious and very commanding tone to keep him in-line. As █████████ has a tendency to not always listen to her briefings or what she has to say. With such a personality she is also content to be assigned to █████████; as she finds him, quote, "Interesting to say the least". His progress with his handler is under constant monitoring and Saviin has shown great strides in helping █████████ to adjust to his new life at Hase Behörde.

The Suit

Known as Shiva (reference to the Hindu god with four arms) -- much like it's namesake, Shiva indeed has four arms each. One where a "normal" set might be, and below it another set of arms. From each arm sprouts a plasma blade that can be ajusted upon will to longer or shorter lengths. The "fingers" of the arms are two main gripping talons, and a single "thumb" talon along with it.

Shiva has the ability to scale objects with ease, thanks to the adhesion upgrade, it also excels in CQB combat with it's multi-armedness and plasma blades to match. The suit also stands at roughly 8ft, having a much larger structure though it moves quickly enough. The leg-sections are also suited for a more precise movement and precision strikes with the blades -- seeing as Shiva lacks any ranged weaponry whatsoever and requires that to be it's main focus.

Suit Crunch

Suit Type: Light Overall Points: 200 Biped [Free] Adhesion (190) User Interface: Brain Implant (170) HUD: Status, Advanced Status, Hawkeye, Thermal Vision (150) A.I: Soldier (140) Comms Radio [Free] 4x Plasma Blade (60) 2x Plasma Shield (30) Point-Barrier Shield [Free] Collapsible (25) Storage (Free) Cyber Brain (15) Duelist (5) Extra Limbs [Set of arms] (0)

Dexterity: 4 (8 when Celerity) Durability: 2 Power: 2 Recovery: 4 Speed: 4 (8 when Celerity)

Strength: 2

Frey's Dragoon

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The Pilot

Personality

Appearance

Relations & Allies

The Suit

Suit Crunch