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Chask

Residential Weapons Man
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Sep 2, 2020
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Carter Strachan

“Cuffs or a bag, the choice is yours...”







"We are only what we are in the dark; all the rest is reputation."



Carter Strachan



NAME: Carter Strachan
AGE: 30
SPECIES: Human
AFFILIATION: Manticore Corporate Enforcement, Squad Leader for Rapid Response Team Epsilon-3



HEIGHT: 6’ 1”
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Green

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
The world as it is known is an extremely turbulent place, more often messy than clear and steady. Some get swept away in that turbulence, falling to greed, vices, and other pitfalls, while some have the will to hold their course and stay true to themselves. Carter Strachan has always counted himself amongst the latter. Having joined the ranks of Manticore Corporate Enforcement as soon as he was allowed, Carter has worked tirelessly to keep the peace in Silicon Point and hold the line between the dregs of society and those of a more civilized nature. Nine years of a hard life later, and he heads one of the company's Response Teams, the "heavy muscle" called in when the rank and file patrolmen aren't capable of dealing with a situation. Nearly a decade of service means he is not blind to the reality of Manticore operations, and he knows the nice clean public image is just that, an image. But he holds a steadfast loyalty to the company, its ideals, and the law, believing Manticore to be the best path forward. Whether that loyalty weathers the challenges to come will be the true test for him.





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Biography

The soft whine of the VTOL's engines filled the air as they lifted off from the precinct's pad and made for their target. The civvies on the street below looked up, some only briefly, others gawking at seeing such a sleek machine up close. Looking down at them through the open side door, Carter smiled and wave, his helmet and the distance thankfully obscuring how little effort he'd put into the gesture. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the occasional bit of appreciation from the public....It was just sometimes he wished they didn't seem so earnest about it...Especially on days like today. Sighing to himself, he hauled the door shut, the windows automatically going opaque as the interior lights dimmed to a dull red, barely outlining the ten men seated in the face to face benches.

"You all know the drill. Fast rope into the target area, secure the entrance, then breach and clear the building. The buzzards are already on station monitoring activity. and our street level associates have kept the perimeter as tight as they can. Assuming nobody shits the bed and everybody does their damn job, this should be a cake walk. Got it?" A chorus of acknowledgments rang out around him, and he nodded, a more genuine grin on his face now. "Good, then get ready boys and girls. Green light in ten."

Possessions

High Class Luxury Suits
Designer Fashionware Stunner Jackets
Cybereye Color Changing Implant
Manticore Enforcement Assistance Request Beacon (Ability to request light NPC assistance, NPC's must take real time to arrive)
Various Small Arms



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