MORTIMER

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## SUMMARY

Cold, calm, soft spoken, but not without an inkling of malice. Mortimer presents himself simply and clearly, but beneath the surface there is a deeper well of unexplainable impossibilities that fill any room he occupies with an anxious sense of dread.

## HISTORY

T̷͙̬̦̘͛̃̌̚H̴̛̤͎̯͔̅̿̕I̸̒̽̚͜S̴̛͚̼͍̣͉̓̓̾͠͠ ̶̨̠̥̒I̴͚̗̠͇͇̗͑̿͆͘N̸̦̹͔͖̈̑͜F̵̳̮̌͊Ơ̸͇̫̯͙̳̌̇͆̉R̴͎̩̱̼͉̪͌͆͂͘̕M̵̨̬̝̘̌̍͆͌̌͝A̷̖̼̗͚̥̔̉̂͆́͘T̶̟̭͓̲͛̇̒͐̈́Ì̷̡̯̲͋̕͝O̵̢̪̒N̶̙͐̆̆͜͜ ̵̲̙̝̖̋͑̃̍̿͜͝I̴̹̰̟̼̲͛S̶̫̰̗̆̏ ̵̣̜͓̐̒̿͐̑͠C̴̱̜̲̆̂O̸̹̟̥̿̿́͠ͅR̸͔̿̒̑̿͜R̴̢̞̻͔̄̏͗͜Ư̷̗̲͌̄̾͌P̴̢̨̠̖̃͠͝T̴̢̲̥̩͔̙̈́̆̈Ĕ̷̱̒̓D̷̛̦͆͒̒͑̀

Later, in 1752 in London, England, Mortimer would establish Mortimer's Home for Troubled Youth, an organization promising rehabilitation to the most violent and unusual of children without any home to call their own. From an onlookers perspective, all seemed well within the organization, formerly disturbed children leaving its doors on excursions as well behaved model citizens.

T̴̠̱̘͙͇̖̩̭͗̀͋Ĥ̵̡̡̛̩̮̭̮͓̌̉̊̓̾̕͜͝I̶̹͍̖͓͓̦͊̆̓͌͛͋̑ͅŞ̶̨͚̺̺̪̭̯̥͒̊̓̾̓͂̇͑ ̵̨̢̧̨̮͠I̴͚̞͓͕̙͉̙̟̱͛̑N̶͕͈͐͒̌̒̅F̶̛͖͐͆̃̑̃̚͝ͅỠ̸̫͇̭̤̰͈̖̰̲Ȑ̶̼̝̂̋͗̋̃M̵̧̝̼̿̓Ắ̶̻̰̮̮̦̞̲T̴̮̳̘̜̭͊̍̀͒I̷̧̞̣͛͛O̶̢̮̩̮̲̝̘̙̻̖̿̿̿͑͐Ń̶̨̫̹͕̠͘ ̸̼̫͍͈̣̟̟̦̫̱̄ͅỈ̷̧̻͈̳̓͌̓̐̽̀͘̚͠S̴̡̠̙͚̼̒̏̓̄ ̸̡͔̖̥͈̹̖͓̫̑͐̈̈́͘ͅͅC̶̛̛̜̼̳̱̪͚̪̆̏̊͋͠O̶̹͍̝͉̳̕R̶̨̢͙̬̗̽͊̏Ŗ̵̛͍̗̖̲̯̤͉̃̔̍̀̍̂͠U̷̧̨̟͈̖͈͖͑͗͆̾P̷̝͈̩͎̗̲̻̓̈́́̈́T̴̢̡͓̪̝͓͔̰̘̺͗̈́ͅE̸̳̳̰͖͉̩̖̟͇̞̓̔̋̈́̆͐͂̈́̆̊D̴̡̝̀

In 1934, Mortimer would take up residence in Boston, Massachusetts, embedding himself in a major city center affected by the Great Depression. Seeking those that were desperate, he began spreading rumors of his presence, making it clear that he offered unparalleled help, but for a steep and unnamed price. He found his perfect target in the form of Edward Helms, a former craftsman that had taken up what work he could find at the docks to support his family. After acquiring Helms, Mortimer returned to a low-lying presence, choosing to stay under the radar as much as he could.

Fifteen years later, in the year of 1949, Mortimer officially relocated Mortimer's Home for Troubled Youth to the United States, purchasing a plot of land just outside of Los Angeles, California. He took great interest in the burgeoning criminal underworld of California, subtly spreading his influence throughout the region.

Ṱ̵́H̸͔̺̥̑͝I̴̧̬͌S̶͂̆̕͜ ̴̥̎͜Ȋ̶̩͝N̷̰̞̊̇̆F̷͕͇̈́̕̕Ó̴̧̪͘͝Ŕ̸̮͝M̵̨͓̣̽̌A̷̖͂͜T̵̝̔I̷̛̩͇̫̊́Ǫ̵͖͘N̵̥͖̂͐͑ ̵̛̯̗I̶̞̞̯͐S̶͖̼̊͆̊ ̷̪̺͋̔C̴̗̓Ȏ̵̞͙͝Ṟ̴̿̈́R̶̝̳͚͑́͠U̷̙̍̈́̅P̴̫̝̘͆͋͠T̵̼̅̈́E̷͓̞̊̇D̵͍̪̒

Mortimer kept close eyes on the technological development, wary of what it could come to mean for his operations. Throughout the following years, he placed several watchful eyes under his employment in the city of San Francisco, even managing to arrange for the employment of one of his contracts at Anderson Technology Solutions. He had laid the groundwork of his preventative measures, and was content to wait as events developed.

T̵̰̉̿̈́̐́͗̽̊Ĥ̷̗̉͑͆͋̈́͠͝͠͝Į̵̯̪͓̱̪̝̲͕̏́̋͒̃͑͒́͠S̸̤͇̫̤̰̲̙͙͇̈́͊̂̑̏̉̎ ̷̛͔̦̩̭̘̆͐͝ͅI̸̛̤̝̭̫̦̗̦̭͆̐̉̀̕͘͝͝N̸̟̤͔̊̓͗F̴͙̩̪̲̱͐̍͜Ò̴̫̂̉̃̏́́̋͑͜R̷̛͔̲̱̦̃̆̂̇͗͗̈́́͘M̸̠̬̹͇͍͖͕͇͑̆̓̍̀̏̆͜À̷̧̮̩̗̈̏̀͗̿͐ͅT̶̮̍̓͌I̷̮͓͍̼̤̲̥̤͇̍̐O̶̗̙͊͌̌̄̅̓͂͂͛̚͜N̴̟͕̏̋̄̍́̀̑̋͠ ̷̡̞͈̤̟̞̙̋̓̎̑́͐̊͘Î̵̛̱͕̺̓̉̃̓Ş̵̱͖͙̦̥̦͛̽̉͠ ̸̳̍C̴̝̘̫̦̏͂̃͂͛̏̒̽͜Ȯ̸̠͙̯̜̀̇̐̇͌̀̌R̷̪̱͈̭̚̕Ȑ̴̮͚̗̺͋ͅÚ̷̡̜̫̗̩͎̥̼̰̀͝ͅP̴͙͈̤̹̑̅̈T̶̺̱̤̲̮̟̍͊̏̂̈̕͝E̶̢̫̞͙̺̹̘̻̾́̂̏̄̄D̵̛͓̟͕̋̊͐͒̌͛͋̄̃

T̷̙̜̈́̑͝H̶̩̽̽Ḯ̴͓̹̹̈́̃ͅS̵̹̀̆ ̸̡͎̲͚͕̀͑͛̑ͅÍ̶̡͇̯͚̃͊͋͐Ṅ̸̬F̴̨̗̜̲̙̌̈́͠O̸̪̮̠͛̈̓͝R̴̭̊̌Ṃ̷͖̗̥̄Ǎ̷̙͚̗͜T̶̢̧̢͇̼̄̒̌͌͌I̵̧͉̺̓̋̐͆̒̿Ơ̶̢̬̅͑͘N̵̘̔̃͘ͅ ̴̡̲̦͍̄͋̉͆͠͝I̶̘̳͔̮̐̍̍͂S̷͔͐̉̕͠ ̸̪͖̳͈̻͋̃C̸̫̣͙̑͘O̸̯̓̐R̸̳͒R̵̗̭͓͔͈̳̀Ú̶͓͚̬̠̏̀̀͝͝P̵͈̦͍̊̓̇̆͘T̸̛̮͒̔Ę̴͙̣̇͐̋͜͝ͅD̵͇̻̿̿͗̀͠

With the reveal of Rachel Anderson's return to the United States, and the start of the North African Conflicts, Mortimer seized the opportunity to embed himself within the historic events unfolding before him. He enlisted a wide array of contracts, spanning several continents of origin, and presented himself with a false front as a PMC interested in joining the fight. In an unprecedented move, Mortimer allowed a small selection of his most skilled contracts to take contracts of their own, growing his forces immensely and allowing him to supply soldiers for both sides of the conflicts. For decades to come, there would be stories of the demons of war, pale-skinned children with unnatural abilities that would terrorize the battlefield come nightfall.

Ţ̷̦̟̭͖͉͈̤̈́̾̒̔̕͠ͅH̷̰͓̲̥̭̻̩̊̈́̑̚I̸͔͑Ṣ̶̞̯͚̼̹̤͙̒̀̎̄̂̊ͅ ̵̧͒̾Ï̶̢͖̠̟͕͉̿ͅN̷͓̠̥͕͛͝F̴̺̀̌̚O̷̬̜̺̤̦̻̅̿̆͌̈́̿̃̕R̵̙̗̪̫̣̖̖̹͐̾͆̈̓͘M̷͎͈̠̗̟͚̰̄̃͜Â̸̡̛̫̮͉̝̩̦̮̼̈̋̉̕͝T̴̮́Ï̴͉̳͖O̶͉̊͛̔̅́̄̚Ṉ̸̢͇̿ ̵̛̬̌̊̓̿͑̕Į̵̛͇̈̈̿̏͌̽̿S̵̢͇̯̟̭̣̓͆́̈̒ ̷̡̭̲̙͖̜̏̆͘͝͝ͅĆ̷͕̮͔͙̜͕̰́O̶̫͒̄͘͝R̸̢͙̳̼̣̮͓͔̱̔̎̈́͊͐R̴̢̗̩̣͈̟̣̳͌͐̄̐Ụ̴̞̘̽́̒̃͐̋P̶̡̩͕̞͔̱̤̙̲͒̌̈́͑̀Ṫ̷̨̢̖͈͖̟̗̦̃̄̽̍̚͠E̶͕̱͔̱̝̥̙̠͚͒D̶̢͔͚̱̩̫̬͘͜

In the period of calm following the initial lockdowns, Mortimer would take the opportunity to relocate himself into the city itself, opening Mortimer's, a club lounge within the heart of the LCD. When selecting his newest wave of contracts, Mortimer was careful to select those that had skills that would allow them to double as lounge staff, either by working the bar and restaurant, or the stage. Having learned a difficult lesson with the messy termination of his previous generation of contracts, he was exceptionally careful to consider the extent of his reach, opting not to allow any of those within his employ to grant contracts of their own. Occasionally, in the first year of his appearance within the city, one of the vestiges of the wars would approach him, drawn to his location by some unknown means. As a matter of principle, Mortimer would terminate such entities immediately, each time hoping it would be the last.

Slowly and carefully, Mortimer trickled information to the Sub-Stacks, beginning with the smallest clusters of gang activity. He began visiting the area himself in 2048, breaking bread with leadership that would have him and sewing the seeds of restlessness. Over the course of the following eight years, Mortimer steadily amassed an increasingly larger group of allied gangs and petty criminals, the group's credibility growing with its numbers. He convinced steadily more and more that the LCD could be retaken if a collaborative push was made. Eventually, the holdouts were outnumbered thirty to one, prompting total unification, and signaling the time had arrived to storm the surface.

T̸͇̜̻̭̟͓̀̀H̷͓͉̠̠͊I̷͓̎̋̑̄̋͜S̶̖̠̫̗̮̭̠̓͆̓̏̇̓͐͝ ̴͈̘̰̰̒̐̌͗͊͠͝I̵̙̾͋̂͑̐̈͜͠ͅN̶̪͍̠̭͓̯̓͐̀͊̐͂͘͝F̵̰̰̯̭̳͚͈̹͠Ǫ̸̧̦̀̊́̏R̴̡̟̻̼̠̹̃́̃̉̅̃̊̎M̶̙̻̥̖̿̾̈́̎̎͒̕A̴̖̱̪̥̋̽͂̑̅T̴͔̻̻͙̄̎̉̀I̴̧̱͙͑̓̍̿̃͋Ǫ̶̫̗̦̪̖͗̊̈̈́̋͜͝N̵̡̹͙̻͓̫̺̂̔̄͊͂́͗̚ ̷̨͔̬̦̉̇͋͗͆́͠ͅĨ̵͎̺̺̠̂̿̔̏̽͂S̷̹̿̋͋͠ ̵͎̬̃͊͐̄̇C̴̞̺̮̫̗̺̋̕O̵̬͖̼͗͘R̵̛̦̳̝̠͖̘̙͙̈̏̂̋́͊͘R̶̬̠̪̐́̾̕Ũ̶̪̕͘Ṕ̶̨̡̱͇̭̭̜͔͘Ṱ̴̜̮͌̍̅́͛̔͘E̵̡̛̫̗̝͈̝͓̒̔͒̔D̸̜̼͔͇̓

As ATAS presence grew, Mortimer ceased his operations at the club lounge, steadily terminating all contracts remaining other than Edward Helms. He prepared himself for another period of repressed activity, ensuring his establishment was impenetrable until the very moment he was prepared to re-open his doors.

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