DC

## Felix Willard as "DC"

### Folder Link

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1A3T-4rtp2dTvqyUK-m7h5gNcSseXHCfT?usp=sharing

# Character Information

### Summary

Cat-SURGE former soldier who will do just about anything for money and probably hasn't been dealing with his past healthily.

### Goals

* Upgrade his kit. Stock up a proper armory.

* Get enough scratch to buy somewhere permanent and nice.

* Put together a 1 mil retirement fund. Get out.

## Background

A small grey sedan pulls up to the Seattle waterfront. The dark night lit up by the yellows and whites and blues of the Emerald City

Ring Ring. Ring Ring.

The man in the car looks at his comm. If the bags under his eyes and his rumpled suit are any indication, he's tired, stressed. He fingers the pistol in his lap before pressing the answer button.

Click

"You want me to go anywhere else spook? Or do we get to have a real conversation?"

"Here's good."

Tap Tap Tap

A man out in the dark, cold night is standing next to the car, covered head to toe in black cloth save for his eyes, which are hidden behind a pair of reflective black goggles.

The man inside the car looks up at the other figure, his gun firmly in his hand. After a tense second, the audible click of the door lock echoes in the silent car.

As his guest enters the car, the man in the driver's seat keeps the pistol trained on him. Barrel tracing a straight line to center of mass.

"You know, I would've expected a merc to know basic trigger discipline."

"You're assuming I've decided not to kill you."

"You and I both know that isn't an option. At least, not a smart one."

"Then what are my options?"

"We conduct this interview, then you decide to take the position or forget we exist."

"So that's what this is, an interview? You've had me running around the city, checking for tails, all for a fucking job?"

"It's a position DC, Johnson offers you the job."

"I'm guessing I don't get any assurances?"

"You can always shoot me if you don't like the way that this is going."

"Ha. Ha. Then shoot."

"Felix Willard, born Jamie Schmidt on April 30th, 2051 to Emil and Annalise in Glenboro, UCAS. Attended public school, dropped out after your first year at Glenboro Community College, joined up with Knight Errant Security Services in 2070. Why?"

"Why? The hell kinda question is that? Either I go somewhere or I live and die in the same shitty backwater I was born in. Folks and I didn't have any spare scratch, so joining up is the only option I had."

"How was your deployment?"

"It was war. War is shit."

"Where were you deployed?"

"Cali."

"Cali? ARES was never officially in Cali."

"Cut the surprise act. The hell is the point of these questions?"

"They're a judge of character DC, whether your can answer me honestly and what questions you ask."

There is a pause.

"Well that's where your deployment ended. January 18th, 2073, Sirrurg marches into the city, levels Aztech fortified positions, the dragon's spells even kill most of your company and all of your squad. 1 kid goes MIA, surveillance footage last saw him going downstairs to get a soykaf or something out of the first floor vending machines. What happened next?"

"Wave of mana hit us hard, by the time I woke up, I got these..."

The driver points towards the cat ears perched on his head with his off-hand.

"...and I found I could feel the magic in the air a whole lot better than I used to. Only reason I lived was pity. Some Cubans running for Amazonia picked me up. Put me under a few Control Emotions until I promised not to shoot nobody."

"You prone to switching sides so easily?"

"You do what you have to to survive. Lucky you, they introduced me to the wonders of the shadows."

"So you ran with them a few months, a year, and then what? Why not go back home?"

"By the time I got back, my parents were dead and everything they owned was auctioned off by the government. Figured it'd be better to just keep moving. Now, question for you, spook, who the hell am I interviewing with?"

"Just putting together a team for a promising job. It's a feeder. It goes well, you get in."

"Into what?"

"Lotsa jobs, lotsa money. That enough to put a stop to your drifting?"

"Suppose it could be."

"Good."

The man in black holds out his right hand. It's tilted slightly to allow a datachip to lay in his palm while also obviously waiting for a handshake.

The driver reaches out and shakes, taking the datachip.

The man next to him gets out of the car and vanishes into the night.

The driver sits in the car for a while before lighting up a cigarette and illuminating his face with the fire. He plugs the datachip into his comm.

"Felix, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

## Narrative Significant Qualities

* Catlike/SURGE/Distinctive Style- I swear, you ask me to say "nya," I'm gonna shoot you in the foot.

* Mentor Spirit(Wolf(Alt))- The orisha are present in all things, but I follow the guerrors. They have provided and they will provide.

* Bipolar/Dependent(Inconvenience)/Insomnia(Full)- Amazonia's a helluva drug. No I don't want to talk about it.

## Run History

- Run I've Been On

- Other Run I've Been On

- Etc.

## Affiliations

### Contacts

 Matthew Reyes
 Corf

# In Character Information

## Matrix Search Table

 3
 6+

Given his new assets, he stuck around with the team when the control emotions wore off, trading his skills for some training in understanding the new dimension that the event had opened up to him. After a couple of years, the group dissolved and he went his own way, keeping the teachings of Santeria close to his heart as he traveled the americas. Looking for work or just running away from his problems? Hard to tell.

No living relatives.

## Shadow Community Table

 3

 6+

He is a practitioner and believer in Cuban Santeria faith, a mix of native, Christian, and Yoruba religions brought together by the trans-atlantic slave trade. He does particularly believe in some elements of the faith that emphasize charity and faith, evidently he thinks that individuals who act rightly will have earned the favor of the orisha who watch them.

He is very strict about not killing when it is not necessary.

He doesn't have any family left.

## Assensing Table

 2
 3
 4
 5+

## SINs

R4 Erwin Schroedinger, UCAS

```
 R4 Concealed Carry Permit
 R4 Driver's License
 R4 Mage License
 R4 Private Investigator's License

```

## Appearance

DC is an athletic Caucasian male with near constant bags under his eyes. His eyes are green and have a vertical slit much like an ambush predator. His hair is an orange-blond and covers a pair of cat ears along with a long, quite-expressive cat tail.

### Clothing

DC dresses up in relatively heavy outerwear most of the time, preferring browns, blacks, and greens. He also usually sports a choker or tight necklace along with a pair of feathered hair ornaments. He can be seen wearing a pair of AR-enabled sunglasses at nearly all times, even indoors.