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Lord Joseph “Charity” Millburn (Old Joe)

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Membership: Freedom Patriots

Race: Human

Height: 5’6

Weight: 160

Apparent Age: 60+

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown (Assume the Worst)

Preferred Weapon: Sword Cane

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Bio: Good Old Joe they call him and for good reason this one time European runner that lived deep within the shadows of London Town working for no real reason other than the thrill of the job; he lived by the code of the European runner and would succeed where others would fail. Old Joe was and still is a model runner from Europe and one that many should aspire to become. He didn’t enter the world do to a need, a dream or vengeance; he entered the world to prove a point that you can be a kind hearted gentleman and still become one of the continents premier shadow criminals. Joe also earned the nickname Charity seeing that he would use the spoils of the craft to help support the local citizens in his domain where he oversaw as an Earl and as he would say numerous times “I am not a owner of Millburn Castle, No I am just a Custodian”  this noble actually cared for the people who lived in his town and worked in his Manor Home and he would do anything to make certain that life for them was as easy as it could be.

Seeing that he is of noble birth and having to remain in good standing with the Crown, when he would start he life in the shadows Joe knew that he needed to live by the code set forth by the European Founders and remain invisible to the camera’s eye and not allow himself to fall victim to the ease of murder as a single shot fired and he job was failed was an oath many of Europe’s finest lived by. Charity would enter the world long before the War of the Nobles and begin to set the groundwork for a whole new generation of Euro runners to walk in; though his footprints would be hard to follow as Joe wold become one of the most sought after runners of the ages and the void left behind after he migrated to America is still felt by those seeking to employ a shadow warrior.

Joe during the day worked as a Magistrate for England’s highest court system and was one Judge that many would seek to be presiding over their case as he had a heart and would follow the oath of his office and make certain that those presented before him received a fair and equal trial. This was how he learned about the shadows and the opportunity to help his people; The Most Honourable Joe would begin his double life the way most in Europe did and he would become partners with an already established runner and learn the ropes, where to go, who to talk to and where to purchase the tools of the trade; for Joe his mentor would be Jeeves and he would walk in this legends shadow for many years until Jeeves determined that he was ready to fly solo and for Joe he would take to the shadows like a duck to water and it would be a short apprenticeship before he would become a solo operator.

In the those days the money was flowing like a waterfall and the demand was high for solid operators with a deep sense of loyalty to the code and to the homeland; so a noble like Old Joe was an instant success with the clients seeking to employ a true British Runner. He would quickly rise through the ranks and begin to make more money in a single night than he would see in a year, even after he donated to the town and church. This gave Joe the idea to set up shelters and assistance programs for the people within his purview and as the charities grew so did Lord Millburn’s popularity, and as well so did the demand for him to take on riskier and riskier jobs.

With each subsequent successful operation he would rise higher on the totem pole and with the founders leaving the shadows and the arrest and exile of the great Crab; Joe would become the top dog of his age long before others would have a chance to excel and this would not make him many friends within the criminal world. He was also beginning to rub the other nobles the wrong way as his domain would become the newest hot spot in England and attract people from all walks of life to pick up and begin a new life in Millburn England; for Joe this was a blessing in disguise but also a curse that he would have to balance on a needle as he would have to jump carefully from side to side never wanting to get burned by the candle.

This balancing act was do to his ultimate popularity in both worlds and eventually something was going to break and Old Joe knew that when the house of cards did collapse he was going to go down in a blaze of glory as everything he worked for crumbled away and he was exposed as nothing more than a criminal and by the law of the land all runners where either exiled or hanged their wan’t much room for Joe to navigate once the wind would blow the cards away. Luckily for him this would not become an issue and the War of the Nobles and the rise of the Steel Legion would become his ultimate safe guard.

Once the War of the Nobles began Joe would ignore the chaos and continue to protect his town and people; he would use his private military to keep Millburn secure and he would sink hundreds of million pounds into the security and defence of Millburn thus rendering it untouchable from the other Nobles and even the elves of the Nog would find assaulting Millburn to be nigh impossible. Joe would join the Steel Legion as an investor and sit high on their board of directors and he would as well partake in the great battle that would make the Sentinels a legendary team in their own right. His love for England and his people would guide Joe throughout his life and this hasn’t changed today, though being a wanted felon by the Nog for his involvement in the battle and all the bridges he burned with the other nobles except for Kingsbury, Swanson, Oxford and Tutor he would be forced to evacuate England and come to America to keep his people safe from the constant onslaughts from the other nobles not connected to the Steel Legion and with his name on the top of the Hangman’s guild for his crimes Old Joe would eventually have no choice but leave his beloved England and begin a new life in the former colony of America.

Even though he was living in self imposed exile, he wold continue to rule his town and oversee the leadership of his children making sure Millburn would remain the sanctuary it has always been for the people and this would nearly get Old Joe captured numerous times, sometimes having a heart of gold is nothing more than a fools errand, but for Joe it is what keeps him going day in and day out. Now living in America Old Joe would have to begin his new life as a Yankee as he would say, but for a British Nobleman this was easier said than done as he couldn’t shake his accent and distinctive and preferred style of dress; one look at Old Joe and you can tell he is a Nobleman of class and distinction and just speaking to him and you can tell he is British and highly educated, sometimes it’s hard to shed a skin you spent a lifetime wearing and for Joe old habits die hard.

Also the other change that would come as a shock to Joe would be the runners not staying concealed and living in the limelight, this alone would trouble the man who made a carrier living in secrecy and not longing for or desiring the camera’s eye and would bring him great tension with the other native runners seeing he wanted a true shadow operation and they would just go all gun’s blazing and for a man who only killed on the actual battlefield this was a bitter pill to swallow and being English he would not hold his tongue when the damned Yankee runners would offend his sensibilities, professionalism and code of conduct; that would be till he partnered up with Mr. Fixer and the Forsaken a team living in the shadows and living true to the code of the European runner of being unknown and forgotten. He knew that their were killers in his fold but Old Joe also knew that Mr. Fixer would assign the jobs properly based on personal codes of conduct and not just throw him to the wolves.

Old Joe would as well learn that Lord Oxford and Lord Swanson would be in his presence and fellow teammates and for Mr. Fixer this was a perfect union seeing these men already lived by the code of Europe and would work well together also for Mr. Fixer it was easier to keep the nobles together and hope they would be successful and boy was he right. Though for Old Joe, this is when he would truly learn about the horrors of the UCAS (United Canadian American States) and the European Legion. Being part of the Steel Legion he knew somewhat about the European Legion as they would normally fight against their rise in England; though he didn’t know the full extent of their impact in the world and connection with the Sentinels number one enemy Free Bird till he spoke with Lord Oxford also known as Atari of the Freedom Patriots.

Old Joe would offer his aid to his old friend and the rest is history there as Old Joe would become a member of the Patriots on that day being sworn in by Atari and receiving a personal welcome call from General Kingsbury. Joe had once again found a purpose for his life and a war that this old soldier could understand and honourable fight in and a cause that is just in his eyes. For Old Joe being in America was like being a stranger in a strange land but the company of his fellow countrymen would ease the stress and allow him to fully embrace the new world and embrace it Old Joe would.

Over the course of time Joe would become the next hot item within the shadows and start demanding a high purse for his work as the employers loved his style, professionalism and that he was a true solder and not some uncouth street urchin that would normally screw the job up and try to steel from the employer. Joe on the other hand was the total opposite he was poised, calm and cool under pressure; he would take every job as serious as overseeing a courtroom and was able to adapt as needed to the ever changing aspect of a run. He would remain living by the code and oath he took many years earlier with Jeeves and he would not shed blood on the job unless he was fighting the enemy of the Patriots and the free world, as no man shall allow an agent of Free Bird, the UCAS or the European Legion to live. This is an oath many in the Freedom Patriots, Steel Legion and Sentinels swear and live by. Though for Joe he still had a longing within him and that was to help the poor and lucky for him he was in Seattle and the poor where in desperate need of his aid.

Long before the Tribe would set up shop in the Bowery Old Joe would take the citizens of the Bowery as his people and name the Bowery New Millburn (though only those close to Joe would know that he actually purchased the Bowery from the the UCAS; there are records of New Millburn on hard copy that have recently surfaced). Old Joe would also be the reason the Guardian street gang would become the defenders of the district and he would treat the Bowery or New Millburn as he did his domain in England and his heart would bleed every time he heard of a new tragedy to befall the people but with a stiff upper lip he would show true British grit and forge ahead sinking millions from his work as a runner into the district.

Though New Millburn would prove to be a tough cookie to crack though Old Joe would never truly give up on the dream of breathing new life into the people; the district would see countless bombardments from the UCAS and Free Bird, this would keep the fire in his heart burning and even though all seemed lost after the Vandals nearly wiped out the Guardians Joe would see a second chance in the arrival of the Tribe and the direction of Cowboy and Edison.

Well we all know that Edison is Lord Swanson and this would allow Joe to sink money into New Millburn while living like a true noble from the outside looking in. Rumours surround some of the supposedly abandoned sections of the Bowery and that it might actually be Lord Millburn’s new home among his people and the locals report seeing a man cloaked in darkness patrolling the streets hunting the Vandals and Black Dragon’s that have decided to rape the town for all it’s worth. If this is Lord Millburn we might never know but all rumours have some bit of truth to them and for Old Joe I wouldn’t put it past this old Sentinel to take to the streets to avenge the Guardians personally.

Lord Millburn’s vast wealth comes from his old world money, his enterprises in England that are still in operation, his membership of the Steel Legion being a Board Member and the many successful shadow operations here in the States though e have none to report on as Old Joe is just that good nobody ever see’s this man work. Many are thankful that he holds a code that doesn’t include killing innocents and those just doing there job such as security and police officers. He then sinks his money into New Millburn and works directly with Rex as his hand to stabilise the Bowery and restore order to the people and for Lord Millburn the cost is of no concern seeing according to Shadow Beat his average salary for a job is a hefty 25 million or more and the employers are willing to pay his fee knowing that Old Joe will set it right; he than takes a large portion of his earnings and dumps it back into New and Old Millburn.

Since the arrival of the Hand in England Lord Millburn is not all that happy about them being their, but I guess this old Sentinel holds true to the code as he hasn’t raised an alarm seeing that Tudor Yates and Herschel Horowitz are as well Sentinels and as of late they have lived true to the code and have not brought Hand Law to England. Lord Millburn might still have a date with the gallows back in England if he was to return, though the Steel Legion and the new King are working on removing his name from Decanters book. This has not stopped Lord Millburn from returning to make certain that his will is still being followed and that his sons are not oppressing the people or have given up on the programs he set forth many years earlier; and with his trips being random his children never know when Father will be home and they don’t want to make Lord Millburn angry. As it is said when Lord Millburn gets angry, people disappear never to be seen again (Kind of like General Kingsbury, it must be a British thing).

In closing Old Joe is a good egg, just don’t get on his bade side or be an enemy of the orders he belong otherwise you will get more than chipper smile you might see the business end of his blade. If Lord Millburn is a Kingsman it’s unknown, but I would seriously consider that to be the case as his ties to England are tight and he is the ultimate professional and master swordsman. If you are looking to receive help or aid you can find many aid stations in the Bowery that he has set up and just don’t think about assaulting them unless you want to commit suicide by Lord Millburn. He holds the rank of Supreme General of the Steel Legion and his a four star General within the Ghost Division seeing that he has never left the Sentinels and is a close personal friend of the Crimson Ghost and Roadrunner, Lord Millburn is as well a four star General of the Freedom Patriots and card caring member of the Rough Riders. So be careful he might be a man of honour and man of principal but he is as well as dangerous as a pit viper, so don’t mistake his trade mark smile and pleasant demeanour for weakness as Old Joe is the true emphasis of strength, resolve, fortitude and grit; he has been walking through hell for generations and he keeps on going.

How you feel about Old Joe is up to you the reader to decide and if you agree with his politics and actions, but he has spent a lifetime and beyond helping the poor and miss-fortunate and hasn’t once acted like a spoiled snob one would expect from a nobleman. He knows the hangman awaits him back home but he still spits in the eye of the establishment and returns to England to perform his required duties as an Earl and as Old Millburn grows and his upcoming wedding to his second wife he will become a Duke and seeing that he hasn’t signed the treaty of nobles just like Prince Grimm, he has friends in high places and for Old Joe signing the treaty allows the nobles that are trying to hang him to win and seize control of Old Millburn and guarantee that even the King would not be able to have his name removed from the President of the Hangman’s Guilds book; Joe would rather hang then bow down to those traitors and for that I respect this runner as he a true gentleman and what all men should aspire to become.

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Garfield Bookman (Hudson)

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Race: Human

Height: 5’5

Weight: 150

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Cybered Physical Gunslinger Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Ronin Hand Cannon Mach 7 (Modified Jamestown Classic)

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Bio: Hudson is the younger brother of Brooklyn and thats only by a few years, unlike his brother that originally joined the priesthood and left the clergy do to all the corruption and scandals that plagued the church throughout the years and the time that Brooklynn served as a dedicated priest; eventually his faith would be crushed and he would walk away from that life and enter the shadows full time as well he would join the New York Police Department until his vigilante style would get him in trouble with the law and he would have to flee to Seattle. His brother Hudson would not leave New York and he unlike his brother would enter the criminal underworld at a young age and be in and out of prison for various crimes as he grew up. His brother never lost faith that Hudson could be saved from his sinful life, though Brooklyn would be wrong on many levels and it would be Hudson’s actions that would cause his brother to leave the priesthood.

Hudson being a criminal went against everything that his brother believed in and yet at the same time Hudson would tell Brooklyn that the judicial system was beyond broken and it was no longer presumed innocent until proven guilty, it was presumed innocent until proven poor and for the Bookman family this was a real problem seeing that they din’t grow up with a silver spoon nor within the best neighbourhoods. Hudson unlike Brooklyn would see the streets for what they were and he knew that if he was going to escape the ghetto and survive outside the crime infested neighbourhoods where the gangs actually protected the people from the corruption within the Big Apple, he would have to become what he hated and that was a warrior for justice. Hudson was sick of watching the rich and powerful walk out of court free while the poor would serve life in prison or even be frozen in time in the cities cryo prison.

The two brothers would eventually split as their ideology didn’t mess and their arguments and hatred towards each other would grow out of control as Brooklyn was trying to tend to the people and his flock and Hudson was gunning down anyone that crossed his path and he considered guilty even going as far as getting tattooed on his back “Come on God answer me for years I am asking you Why are the Guilty Alive and the Innocent Dead, where is Justice, where is Punishment or have you already answered and have you said to the world here is Justice, Here is Punishment, Here in Me.” Hudson believed that he had to punish the guilty and send them to the grave and free the world from the evils that exist in this twisted world. Hudson was New York’s version of Castle from Seattle just many decades earlier and he would take his actions from the Marvel comic book character the Punisher a book that he read and collected growing up.

Hudson was once a criminal that mugged, robbed, and stole his way through the city during his youth and almost overnight he would transform and become a hunter of the criminal and use his connections to the underworld to hunt the underworld and bring them to justice in his special fashion. The one redeeming quality of Hudson is that he donates a vast majority of the wealth he collects from the killing of the guilty and steals from their illegal cashes, though that is the only real good aspect about Hudson other than that he is a killer for hire and a bounty hunter that doesn’t ever let his targets live and believes that final judgement will be before the Lord himself. Again this would be another cause of friction between the brothers, though this friction wouldn’t last long as Brooklyn would soon learn of the dark secret within the Catholic Church and it would make him sick to his stomach and cause him to reach out to Hudson and extend the olive branch offering him a list of targets that were deep within the church that needed to be punished for their crimes against children.

Hudson would gladly accept the olive branch and he wouldn’t even charge his brother for the job and thus before Hudson would enter the Archdiocese Brooklynn would retire from the priesthood and before the ink was dry on his retirement paperwork Hudson was blasting away within the Archdiocese and causing blood to run like a river through the holy ground and cause the religious statues to bleed once again. Brooklynn would waste no time as he would join the NYPD in order to serve and protect the people, though he would quickly learn that the corruption his brother spoke of ran deep within the police department and they would make sure the poor and coloured citizens code passes would always be black and forever locking them into the city and keeping them a prisoner on the island and Brooklyn was expected to oblige this order and he was told to round up the poor on bogus charges just to fill the corporate run prisons. This would not sit well with Brooklynn who had a sense of justice and fair play, though as the years went by he was becoming more like his brother in mentality and when he was told to arrest his brother for a bogus charge and ignore a shipment of Asian women and children that were being brought into the city to be sold as sex slaves to the privileged; Brooklyn hit his breaking point and would now see eye to eye with Hudson and the Brothers would join forces along with the help of Saint and Misfit they would exact their plan to free the slaves but for Brooklynn he knew that he would have to run to the hills after all was done; seeing he would suspect number one……………<<<This Page is Protected by Broadcast>>>

 

Morton Crane (Deathstroke)

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 Membership: Texas Elite

Race:Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 200

Apparent Age: 40

Archetype: ???

Preferred Weapon: Twin Ronin Sub-Machine Guns Mach 7 (Modified)

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Bio: I am to terrified to even report on this member of the Crane family that I has recently been seen lurking around Seattle and blasting anyone in his path and having bullets just bounce off of him. He is one of the few that have been allowed into both the Rough Riders and Texas Elite and yet he hangs around with the members of the Forsaken; we as well know he is a member of the Brotherhood and Bounty Hunters it seems that wherever Deathstroke wants to be he is given permission and the training. This man has more death sentences awaiting him than most people on this site and is worth more than Alexander but nobody dares to collect and he is best friends with the Death Bringer……………<<<Game Over……your done reporting on Deathstroke and this page is being locked down and your auto eject has been disabled…..The Death Bringer is on his way, say hello to him for me before your head is blasted off….Flawless Victory, Fatality…Atari Out>>>

Ebenezer “Kick Start” McMasters (Adrenaline) – (OD “Over Dose”)

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 Membership: Forsaken

Race: Human

Height: 5’7

Weight: 165

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Unknown

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Bio: This runner is basically unknown to the public but he he is still a McMasters and that should be a concern seeing that this family is very good at blending in and their deadliest weapon is their tongue and phone; Though they do call Ebenezer Over Dose and this is do to his risky nature and his lack of concern for his own safety and he will do basically anything for rush of adrenaline like his handle says. Ebenezer is the twin brother of Ichabod McMasters aka Piston; though his risky lifestyle and heavy drinking and drug use has made Ebenezer appear older but remember he is still just as lethal as any runner and this man is runs many small corporations where he is the CEO and President throughout North America and Europe and he is hand in hand with the Jamestowns and seeing that the Godfather is within the Forsaken and Mariners it’s a deadly alliance; nobody has ever seen Ebenezer in action besides his teammates so we have zero intelligence to gather about his abilities and skills outside the boardroom and the manufacturing of very scary technology and his companies have never been infiltrated by any runner team and rumour has it that any team hired to strike one of Mr. Ebenezer McMasters companies just turn down the job or bail once they learn who they are up against; so this should say something about his security and the President himself, he has no care about the war as he profits either way since many of his companies produce weapons of war and the supplies needed by the troops and citizens on both sides and he is not above driving out the competition and jacking up the prices for basic needs and over charging one side while undercutting his competition and over changing the other side. Public records show that his stock has gone up over 300% since January 2074 and he is up over 400 points on the market; and his public records show he has just opened three factories in Boston and two in Richmond so one can assume that he is focused on the rebels winning but at the same time keeping the war going is truly in his benefit.

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Senator Franklin Little (Mr. President)

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Membership: Forsaken

Race: Human

Height: 5’11

Weight: 170

Apparent Age: 70

Archetype: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Unknown

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Bio: They call him Mr. President do to the fact that this man is a true snake in the grass and is always dressed to the nines regardless of the operation or location and he is normally flanked by other members of his squad or a few freelance youngsters looking to earn a quick buck. Though from what we do know about Mr. Little is that he was a politician before he entered the world of the shadows and he was left no other option after the events of the great tragedy of 2018 left him on many hit lists he was was forced to slip away from the Federal District and return to his home state of Washington and King County where he lived and the people he represented; only to find his home ransacked and his wife and children brutally murdered and his wife obviously tortured and gang raped before being cut open from her vagina to her throat.

Senator Little knew that this purge had come across the country at this point and he would have to rely on his former Army training to survive and enter the world of the shadows that he worked most of carrier to bring an end to criminal activity and make the streets safe again throughout the nation; he was the Chairman of the Judiciary Committee and led the charge for Criminal Reform but also was the spokesman for banning any form of weapon that was not single shot and as well he was the man that drove home the Federal Capital Punishment Act that would force all states to condemn their convicts that where locked up for life and he was also the man that signed into law the Deep Freeze Prison Program to save space and a well allow convicts to serve there full sentence and a sentence of 500 years would not be a death sentence and yet they would be frozen for their entire sentence and thawed out once it was completed. Well we all know that program was a disaster and what happened in Seattle with the Ice Chambers; though they are still in use in some parts of the nation and Senator Little is to blame for that.

He grew up in Seattle and lived basically a normal life, married his high school sweet heart, went to college, joined the Army and than eventually began raising a family and entering into politics with one day hoping to run for President. He was raised with high Christian moral standards and was sickened by how the country was falling apart at the seems and how his religion was being attacked at all angles and yet he was not allowed to speak out against the attacks for he was always told to turn the other cheek and it was not politically correct for a gentleman to speak ill of someone or something; though a man that felt like he had lost his voice would find it once he entered the political arena and would quickly become the Republican Senator for Washington State the first Republican to win Washington in decades and he would put away his soft spoken nature for one of authority and one of power. Sen Little would not stand quit during debates and he would quickly become one of the most feared and fiercest Senators in Washington since the time of Ted Kennedy and Robert Byrd; His aura of authority would quickly overtake many of his colleagues and he would be the pro facto leader of the Senate and the rules of the Congress would quickly be followed once he entered the Senate chamber; through his many terms he would sit on multiple committees, become the whip and eventually the Majority Leader till what would be his last term where he would step down and allow another of his colleagues to fill those shoes for at least one term.

This man was a man of action and law and he took his job as a lawmaker seriously and would never meet with any lobbyists they never made it past his secretary, he would only do what he thought was good for his state and the nation even if that made him a target for hatred and death threats from anyone who disagreed with Senator Little and let me tell you their where many of American Citizens that hated this man with a passion. His stance on immigration was one that got him nearly assassinated, his stance on abortion was just about as bad and yet for a Republican he had a strict stance on guns and wanted further regulations after watching to many children die at the hands of a madman with a powerful riffle or pistol and this would put him at odds with his own party and after his third assassination attempt he would continue to drive home the need for more regulation; Senator Little even went to the Senate Floor the day after being shot in the shoulder and filibustered for gun regulation for 49 hours only to loose out during the vote. So for a man that was so strict on guns and crime to enter the shadows and become what he hated most would be a shock to his system yet he needed to do whatever was needed to survive during those days of chaos.

He knew he had assassins after him and he knew that he was not the most popular man with the minorities and women do to his political and religious stances, but he would become enraged when he saw what happened to his wife and children not to mention finding out his entire family was assassinated to send a message to Little and for the first time in his life he would see red and his mind would break from the trauma and soon through the PTSD Senator Little would fade away and we would learn of Mr. President as he would raise Old Glory and take to the shadows as well the revolution fighting alongside some of the now legends of the streets and becoming friends with others that had been affected like him. He would learn that these killers and criminals didn’t care about his past and he would also learn just how easy it was to get illegal firearms and how his laws if passed would only hurt the citizens and not the criminals. As I said earlier this was a time of chaos and many documents and files would be lost, many people would die or go into hiding and with the information crash of 29′ Mr. President would become nothing but a fleeting memory of the age; yes he classifies as a founding father but do to lack of definitive information and documentation we would only learn about him once again after he joined up with Mr. Fixer and would become one of the Forsaken, and even then he would remain basically on the down low and only vague rumours of him would surface with zero confirming evidence it would be quickly ignored and Mr. President would learn just how easy the life of a criminal and runner would be; though he would also learn that it came with deep consequences and all those laws he fought to put on the books would now come back to bite him as he was now a wanted man and he could fully understand why a runner would rather die in a hail of gunfire than get arrested.

Now we look at today and the return of the Forsaken and the return of Mr. President who in my opinion never really went away, he just became better at hiding in plain sight. He like the rest of his brothers in arms have returned to Old Seattle a home they never forgot about and with multiple death sentences awaiting him if captured Mr. President is back to his old tricks and still able to avoid the cameras eye when in action; but when not in action Mr. President is not hard to miss as he is one true class act and still the same old politician he has always been, we can also confirm that he is back within the world of politics and has been inside the Seattle Congress the good old wave maker is up to his old tricks and even as a wanted man he is allowed to sit amongst the law makers and create new laws and push forward law that only benefit the runners and rebels; it was also discovered that Mr. President is one of those within the Bounty Hunters Guild and Executioners Guild and this can explain why Mr. President is still a free man also not to mention his brother is within the Wolf Pack and Seattle Police Department.

I do give the best to Mr. President and I feel for what he went through all those years ago and can fully understand why he would never fly the UCAS (United Canadian American States) flag and salute it the way he would Old Glory; though I can not condone the actions he would take after even though the Forsaken have become a cog in the wheel of history, though Mr. President is as well part of two orders that are not known for their equality and fairness to the people they target. This is just my opinion and thats all if Mr. President was once a man of honour that has long since been traded for credits after joining the Bounty Hunters and Executioners; he sold his soul for credits and this might just be a side affect of him never seeking help to recover from his PTSD and than adding decades more trauma to his already fragile mind. Mr. President if you wish to reach out to me and explain your actions and why you joined those guilds please give me a call at            206-555-2356 and I will keep your call confidential and only report what you allow me too, If you need legal advice call me as well and I can help you find away out of your situation and maybe return to a life outside of the world of the shadows; either way Senator Little I tip my hat to you and thank you for your service to your country as Captain in the Army and United States Senator, but please Mr. President remember the oath you took when you where sworn into office all those years ago.

 

Page Written By: Graham S Everett SWN Senior Correspondent

Reinhold “Silent” Yates (Three)

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 Membership: Brothers Grimm

Race: Human

Height: ???

Weight: ???

Apparent Age: By the photographs we can assume mid 60’s

Archetype: ??? <Though being a Brothers Grimm we can assume he is magical>

Preferred Weapon: ???

Runner Song:

Bio: This is another total enigma and has been whitewashed by the same people that cleaned Bleach’s record the only difference is that we managed to find old documents that had his name attached to it and the fact that it’s Yates scares the shit out of me. This mans records where found in an old home in what we now call the Foundry District so his age must be far older than he appears and his power must be off the scale since no one has lived in that district since the tragedy of 2018 and for Three to remain unknown and off the radar for this long scares me.

He like Bleach has managed to escape the drones and as well his image is only a fleeting memory in anyone who meets him. Three can be considered extremely dangerous seeing that he is a Brothers Grimm member and how he got the handle of Three is unknown but in the world of magic that is a number of power and seeing most covens use a tribunal so keep that under your hat if you ever run into Three.

I would like to report more on Three but there is nothing to report and I don’t want to piss off the Professor or Accountant by reporting rumours and false assumptions about this man as I don’t know where he sits in the family tree of the dreaded Yates family.

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Elroy “Mulligan” Davis-Jamestown (Four)

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 Membership: Professional Assassin

Race: Human

Height: 5’10

Weight: 175

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Cybered Gunslinger Adept: Circle (Good God)

Preferred Weapon: Jamestown Classic Assault Pistol (Modified)

Runner Song:

Bio: Elroy Davis is yet another connection to the dreaded Jamestown Family, this man is actually of Jamestown blood and married into the Davis family and has produced many a child with his wife the way the Jamestowns always do. The elders are expected to sire children and the wives are to act like the perfect housewife and never question her husbands authority, This is how the Jamestowns have been doing things for centuries and it seems to work as they have become the premier crime syndicate family in the nation and their elders are nothing to take lightly. The Jamestowns are stuck in the days long gone and use arranged marriages and these unions are for only one benefit and thats to further the families chock hold on the nation and further their warmongering and propaganda; for the Jamestowns have their hands deep in the pockets of the companies that produce weapons of war so peace is something no Jamestown would ever want to see and they make damned certain that war rages on across the world through their propaganda and spin doctoring.

Now when it comes to being a Jamestown this is something that is not taken lightly every member of the family understands their role and they all answer to the current Godfather and that is Oliver Jamestown McKeen also known as the Beast or Roulette and then their are the under bosses Johnathan and Christopher Jamestown also known as the Mastermind and Havoc these men are the ones that deal directly with McKeen and further the spread of the Jamestown corruption throughout the nation and maybe the world as this family has been funding and supporting the Deaths Hand with credits and military equipment for a price of course seeing that no Jamestown does anything for free. If the Krieghoffs were bad in your eyes they are nothing but puppets of the Jamestowns and seeing that they have one of their daughters married into the Krieghoffs and have allowed her to take up arms and be more than a nice simple housewife Eleanor Jamestown also known as the Arsonist is not a women you ever want to cross paths with; for if she just doesn’t gut with her modified cyber spurs she will set you ablaze with her underarm flamethrower just like the one Holiday uses, though the Arsonist can learn a few things from Holiday.

Well I can write a multiple volume biography on the Jamestown family and I will save that for another time as long as one of their hitmen don’t remove me from this mortal coil. Though if you want to learn more about the Jamestowns you can find additional information at most local and federal law enforcement academies or even take a handful of college courses that are dedicated to this national threat. We are here to talk about the Jamestown known simply as Four and that is a handle he earned from his love of the golf and from what I heard he is world class player; though the World PGA Tour frowns on known criminals from part in there tournaments. Though for Four this hasn’t discouraged his love of the game and if he is not on a mission for the Jamestowns or another order he serves and that list is way to long to list for Elroy is a member of many agencies and the ones he is not part of he has very close friends in like Mr. Black, Professor, Safari, Stalin and Alexander so be very cautious when dealing with Four, though when not working he can be found on the green playing his normal 18 hole game or at the driving range. Yes these places that have strict rules about cyber, armour, and weapons ignore Four and all his violations mostly out of fear of upsetting a Jamestown and even worse what ever demon is lurking in the shadows guarding this elder.

Four might not be a Mariner like some of the other elders that are keeping an eye on the Godfather but he has very close ties and is a single phone call away from being a serious problem for anyone that threatens the Godfather or his friends. This man was born in Texas and hence his connections to the Davis and DiCane family and was personally invited into the Texas Elite by the Gunfighter and Chief who all trained together as gunslinger adepts and even trained the dreaded Talon and Gunslinger so this is not a question anyone ever asks who is faster and who is deadlier as they all move like lightning and have pinpoint accuracy with their pistols so this is an argument that I don’t want to get involved in either as to me they are all extremely deadly and have no soul or care of who they send to boot hill.

Though Four is more than just a runner and member of the Texas Elite he is close personal friends with General Kingsbury and has been allowed to join the Freedom Patriots and has been personally trained by some of the best to become a cleaner and eraser as well he was granted membership into the rival special forces division on the Rough Riders by Colonel Rockford aka Postmaster under the pressure of General Kingsbury and with Fours racism and bigotry he fits in perfectly with the rest of the rebels. The Jamestowns have hated the natives from the first time they stepped foot on American soil and so for them to agree more with Colonial than the Dragon is on par, seeing this family has zero issues with the Trail of Tears and placing them back on reservations and Four has been using his influence to spread his poison into their food and water supply thus rendering any magical native inert and he has been doing this for generations; so it seems that the anti-magic poison has been around far longer than anyone thought and it could explain why the Jamestowns have been at war with Aztec for decades as they seemed to produce this poison only about a decade ago and it must have been stolen from a Jamestown compound and this would really anger a family that doesn’t sit ideally by and watch, they are very proactive and with Four in the Texas Elite he has been targeting the Mexicans and pushing his forces into Mexico as Aztlan is quickly falling to Holocaust and the Confederates and having their ancestry being ripped away and returning to Mexico as the Pyramid is under consent assault by these forces and after the damage Henry McCoy aka Quickdraw and his wife Nightshade did while they where running the company from within and embezzling and stealing trade secrets from the number one magical corporation in the world.

Four is one of those runners that proves that he can be just as dangerous in the board room then some battlefield in a third world nation; as he uses that same heartless attitude in both situations and thus has caused the Jamestowns to be able to take over rival companies just to learn the secrets within and than trash the company and causing hundreds of wage slaves to become unemployed and reliant on the system to survive and guess who controls the handouts the Jamestowns at least within the Confederate South seeing that President Davis doesn’t care and is part of their clan through marriage. In the UCAS (United Canadian American States) the Jamestowns have just as much control but do to the revolution their focus is more on weapons of war and keeping the embers of war glowing and fanning the flames.

The people of the UCAS are of no consideration to Four and many of his family seeing that to them they are not true Americans and just pawns of their mighty puppet-masters within the UCAS government and they will never see a dime of the Jamestown money; though the Jamestowns will see millions of theirs do to government contracts and have been playing both sides of the war since day one; though in this reporters opinion the Jamestowns are selling the UCAS inferior equipment and supplying Kingsbury and the Patriots with the best they can offer and just funnelling the money around so their is now direct proof. Though this is just my opinion if you look at the facts before you this family is a major crime syndicate and they have been part of the revolution since day one; they have strict rules when it comes to marriage and they never do anything without a reason. Money is only part of their epic war machine and the Jamestowns are a major power player especially seeing that the Mastermind has been legendary game of Chess with our hero the late General James O’Brian and Four has been dispatched numerous times to remove a threat to the Patriots, Confederates or even the Jamestown family.

This man is a card caring member of the revolution since the first shots and has risen through the ranks in the Jamestown family to the point that he has a personal shadow guard and this warrior will be one terrifying warrior seeing the two we know about are the Death Bringer and the Necromancer, and their is another that we have no information on and thats who is watching the Godfathers back especially now that he has been outed as the top of the food chain. Any member of this family is wanted for crimes that they can be hanged for yet they walk free and I wonder why; wait I know why they are Jamestowns and nobody wants to cross this family or anyone connected to them seeing the repercussions are far worse than death; A Jamestown might be lethal with a weapon or their hands, but their phone is the most dangerous weapon in their arsenal and once they make that call all hell breaks loose, I would say just shoot the phone but most have cyber phones and can make a call in a blink of an eye.

Four personally has an army of deckers that work for him as well as a personally trained security force that he can dispatch at a moments notice and this is just one of the elders and not to mention the one in the shadows we can’t see, though I feel as if I will be meeting that individual soon enough. As the Death Bringer says no one and I mean no one reports on the Jamestowns; thats cause this family hates the media more than the natives and considers anyone that is not deeply within their pocket to be the false media and not to be trusted. So they just kill us instead of trying to discredit us; being a journalist in Seattle and the UCAS during the 2070’s was already dangerous but now the Jamestowns have made damned certain that we have the deadliest occupation.

Four is a man that has accomplished more in a short time than anyone else and besides his grey hair and nice suit is a very dangerous and lethal man that will kill someone one minute and than kiss a baby the next and if that child is elven he will smash its head open with his oxford heel and not loose a minute of sleep in the process. He will go home and hug his children and kiss his wife and expect dinner to be on the table when he walks in the door, Four is known for being the corporate and government assassin for the Jamestowns and he is also known for his golf swing and trust me from what I heard this mans golf clubs are no joke and he has had to use them as weapons on the green a few times. Four has trained in Japan for many years as well and has worked alongside the Gargoyle and Kaleidoscope numerous times and one can assume that he has trained with those two lethal ninjas as well, so when it comes to Four remember he is as dangerous as a rattlesnake and destructive as a hurricane.

In closing………….<<<<Let the darkness come deep within as the blood flows from this poor souls neck; isn’t strange that in the dark blood is black not red….How many times do these ass fucks need to be warned! Spectre Out>>>>

Dr. Arthur “Donk” Swanson PhD (Edison)

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 Membership: The Tribe

Race: Human

Height: 5’5

Weight: 150

Apparent Age: 70

Archetype: Decker

Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Pistol

Runner Song:

Bio: Pleased to meet you my name is Edison and I would like to clarify a few things, first and foremost I am not responsible and nor are any of my fellow Tribe members for the  death of any reporter on this site nor for reporting on any of my fellow Tribe Members; Now that we got that out of the way the reason I hijacked this page was that I was alerted by a dear friend of mine that goes by the name Dump Shock that I was about to make the rogues gallery known as the Shadow Wiki and for that I was actually amazed that it took those busybody shadow beat reporters this long to dig up any information on me and actually be able to prepare anything of actual value for the reader. So after I got of the phone with Dump Shock I let my fingers do the walking and began to read the swill that was being spilled about my friends of the Tribe on this page and I can honestly say that I was horrified about the inaccuracies of the reporting and the truly bias nature of the UCAS Times in how they handled this project. Than I remembered I actually dislike reading biographies for that just reason, it is always one sided and always from the point of view of the author and this case a supposed journalist; that noble profession has really taken a hit in the last century and for that I have decided to make a preemptive strike and prepare a proper Autobiography of the decker known as Edison “hay that’s me! LOL” well since this is my first real attempt to be an author you are going to have forgive me as I have lived a very exciting life; also I want to give a shout out to my dear friend and professional rival Cheerio Tesla you old Blighty dog you, hope your not drinking and decking and say hello to Phoenix for me and the rest of your Reject chaps…..wait I am as well a Blighty again Cheerio Tesla and to the Cannon family Pip Pip Tallyho…….wait for it oh I can almost hear Waldorf and Statler saying in unison Cheerio well maybe I have gotten into the wine a bit early this morning…..well I am British and we have red wine for blood ;)- and with no further distractions here we go, the Man, the Myth and the Legend known as Edison brings you the story of guess what Edison again thats me.

Well my readers I was born in London England and no I wont tell you when, we must have some secrets between us now, my upbringing was kinda normal well for a man of mystery like me it was normal but for most it could be said that I had a pretty decent life living in London hunting foxes and drinking wine making a many dead soldier even at a young age I had wine for blood and had liver damage….no seriously no liver damage but we English love our wine and tea; how do you think we keep up that “Stiff Upper Lip and always look angry, well we just drink till we are numb and stay that way till we die….when we run out of wine watch out cause we don’t like to actually discuss anything we just yell at each other in our funny accents and complain about you Yankee Doodles across the pond ha ha ha….Yankee Doodle put a feather in his cap and called it macaroni only in America, well you did butcher our language and all those spelling errors you spell colour without a U how middle class LOL just kidding I do love you Yankee Doodles and your Merican way of speaking and dress better than any comedy on the trideo and I work with a man named Cowboy and yes I gave that name to him, look at that Chap seriously twin pearl handled revolvers, boots and hat he looks like he should be in a spaghetti western not within the urban sprawl of Seattle all he needs is a horse and sad sad song…..wait he does LOL I did it again sorry I digress and Cowboy you know I love you old chap and I just yanking your chain……Home, Home on the Range……

Well back to me, yes I am talking about Edison and let me get serious like an American reporter for a minute, have you seen them on the trideo looks like they have a pole up their buts and more starch on their shirts than a casting of British period drama, you know that the starched front is for formal evening wear not your regular day wear….again distractions I have lived in America for to long now I guess ha ha ha just joshing you, bloody hell you could’t pay me enough to go back to my home country again not with the Hand and Steel Legion running the show over there and not to mention the Pirate King as our Top Monarch and yes England is a Monarchy again and I guess we should have taken a clue from you Americans on that one to watch out for with our Parliament hooting and hollering at each other it was no wonder no one saw the writing on the walls and gave the Pirate of Penzance the power to grab control of the throne; well I guess we owe him that much seeing we hanged his ilk allot and I mean allot, we British used to love our hangings it became something of a national past time like football and cricket; cant forget about croquet and rugby, so much so that we even created our own version of the execution and kept track of how fast our hangman could get the deed done. The record originally held by Albert Pierrepoint until Hang’em High Harrison brook the record almost a century later….see there it is again the word record yes we kept track and created a race to the gallows for our executioners to all one up each other and become the fastest. Well in reality it wasn’t hard for Pierrepoint’s record to stick for so long since we banned executions back in the 1960’s and didn’t reopen the conveyor belt again in 2040, though the axe and rope where used illegally often during the war of the nobles but officially the gallows reopened in 2040 and it was a race to see who would be the Worlds Best and set a new record sad really that a persons life was not taken seriously and it was nothing more than a game of one up men’s ship and now its far worse and for that I wont step foot back in England….wait where was I going with this tangent….Oh ya my life sorry for the rant, had to get that off my chest I know this sounds like the ramblings of a madman and look I am an author again ha ha ha….madman well some have said that about me at times well manly Tesla but seriously have you seen his work and they call me mad again just joshing you old chap.

Okay focus Edison it is time to write about me, yes me and not a history lesson; your not in the lecture hall in Oxford; well I guess having a handful of doctoral degrees has eroded my common sense and wait I just insulted myself…..its not the pedigree’s that did it it was the years spent teaching that damaged my brain dome and being a professor didn’t help and I don’t mean the Professor of the Brothers Grimm no offence old man Tutor you know I love you as well, only you could pull of that white suit and could you please send some Cadbury Eggs and Chanukah Gelt please and don’t forget to spin that dreidel my good man for me. Well I guess you figured I was an educator across the pond and taught computer courses to kids that couldn’t tell the difference from a main frame to hard frame and on switch from their brain dome and this got allot of worse once the matrix was introduced and then the data jack….oh it created so many lazy students that tried to make a fool out of me by hacking old papers written by you guessed it Me and Tesla and than submit it as there own work. This also stood true when I began working at an Upper School as a Headmaster and had to wear that dumb robe over my suit,,,,oh I looked like a dumpy old geezer, I really hated that job. Perks not really just more snot nosed kids and bad attitudes, though at least there it was encouraged to give the brats a few swats from the school cane when they acted out and so every one feared me and called me Swat’em Swanson I just chuckled it was better then Humpty Dumpty, if you cant laugh at yourself once in a while you will go insane and become as serious as a Yankee or worse your Congress have you ever tried to watch that, better than any sleep aid drug or the devils plant for putting you out. no wonder you Yanks get nothing done politically….Wait thats me again…I guess the Congressman are half dead inside from sheer boredom I know I was. Okay back to me again yes I am talking about Edison…..where was I again oh ya my tenure at the Upper School where I was Swat’em Swanson and see I don’t know if it’s like this in America but in England I had to not only run the joint, swat some brats, patrol the halls in the dumpty robe and act as both bobby and magistrate; I had to as well be a pedagogue and run my own classes during the day on top of everything else I had to do, I swear it was that job that turned my hair grey and wrinkled my skin and well started me smoking my pipe and in that damned robe I looked even more like a fossil. So I can understand why the kids thought I didn’t understand modern technology even though I have a degree in technology, computer and mechanical engineering and yes the most dull of all arithmetic….not sure how I made it through those courses even for a man of science like me, I slept my way through those courses; I had intentions of becoming an accountant but I didn’t want to step on Marvin Yates toes and scuff those spit polished oxfords. just joshing you Tosh.

I taught the robotic engineering program at the Upper School and that was a really bad idea, yes I said bad idea…..I basically shot myself in the foot with that choice, you ask why well if you don’t know you will never understand and I will leave that between us fellow robotics teachers and coaches ya some of you are laughing and spitting up your tea or for you Americans your coffee cause you know what I mean. Isn’t this better than some boring tell all by a jaded reporter that would get all the information wrong and report false info and focus on me being called Swat’em Swanson and call me all sorts of bad names, just and FYI….the parents did sign the permission form before the cane came out and it was always pants up not down, that was left for the parents not in the school the Headmasters school cane was bad enough through trousers I could only imagine what it could do to bare flesh and we were only allowed to give a maximum of twelve of our very best and that was saved for the worst offences or repeat offenders. I can see all you older British gents holding your bottoms like I am as I write this seeing we have all been in that place during our school boy days and weren’t those uniforms the worst, my sons hate there uniforms and they are nothing compared to the ones in England I tell them that all the time and they don’t believe me and even when I show them the pictures of me, they just call me an old fogey and that I wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be a kid and how wearing a tie everyday is just for us old timers and not for the youth, well they are entitled to there opinions and take a gander on this site. Many of the top criminals in the world all wear a suit and tie why you ask…..good question you are very bright, but I guess if you have to ask not so smartly dressed. The reason is to blend into the city and become a ghost among the people, to fit in and not draw attention to ones self unlike my old chap Cowboy and the young lad Ecto One that stand out like a sore thumb. See that song above, ya that stupid thing we have to deal with that on a daily basis even when we turn the lights out put on our night shirts and sleeping cap and hit the sheets the damn thing will play, I no longer here it but in the beginning it would drive me mad.

Those songs are the reason we need to blend with our attire, ya I speaking to you Crab, Jeeves, Falconer and Hitch the Edwardian era is over so let the stiff collars and frock coats go….oh wait I did it again I insulted myself good old Humpty Dumpty here. I started running the shadows here in England as a decker because I needed the money, private schools are expensive and having five children and a wife to keep happy I needed the extra money cause the old catch phrase ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life.” does stand true and I was always buying her flowers and sleeping on the chesterfield suite allot, I made the mistake of marrying a fiery red haired Irish Catholic and I am Protestant so I knew what I was getting myself into just glad the chesterfield was comfortable. Ya I needed money because the husband is always in the wrong and when we actually here our wives say those words “I was wrong.” it is better than Christmas morning, bloody hell it is better than sex and don’t deny it all you married men out there, you can feel old Edison’s pain I was in the dog house so many times I had the florist on speed dial and there is a permanent indent of my body on the chesterfield and when flowers failed it was quick trip to the jewellery store. I am a good husband and father, but like most men I get buried in my work and forget things like birthdays, Valentines Day and the most serious of offences the “Wedding Anniversary!” yes single men this is a capital offence and you will be in the dog house for days and have to beg for mercy….the married men are all laughing I can just hear the chuckles and the single men are like “Really Mate??” yes or as the youth say “No Dreaking Way Chummer! My girl is awesome.” just wait till you put that ring on her finger and everything changes, well Edison did it again cause I know Mother will be reading this and I will be once again on the chesterfield well I will just call the florist now and get my bedding ready cause it’s going to be a long night ha ha ha.

Okay back to the serious stuff, let my straiten and pull my tie snug here, time for good old Humpty to get down to business; I had to start doing shadow operations to help support my family, cause a Headmasters salary and part time professors salary was not enough to raise five children, a wife, a dog and a nice home in London and the vacation home in Bathe that Mother just had to have and not to mention my boat and yes I wear that silly captains hat when I take her out. A man needs his hobbies and of course I would choose boating and golf, so typical I know another old humpty white man on the water and golf course, I must one of those elite and how dare I complain about my privilege. Well you have five children cause your wife doesn’t believe in birth control a big Bloody Thank You to Catholic Church for that one, a hectic work life and basically working to keep some money in the bank, put food on the table, a roof over their heads and close on their backs and did I mention private school and finishing school for my three daughters, any man would need to just get away from the house from time to time and decompress on the green or water with our fishing pools and some ale.

Also having Irish In-Laws is a blasted nightmare, if you think your In-Laws are bad try having ones that still hold a grudge to us Brits and don’t like the fact that there angel married a Protestant. Oh how the holiday dinners were rough and I would hide in my den sipping brandy and smoking a Churchill Cigar just to stay sane as they yelled and slandered me in the other room. So running the shadows was actually an escape from the madness of my normal life and wait did I say doing very lethal work was a holiday compared to going home yes I did. I had investments and some products that I invented but they weren’t paying dividends yet and my published work was so dry and boring that I feel asleep writing it and well it didn’t sell all that well. As I said I am not a real author just Swat’em Swanson the Humpty Dumpty Decker of London and now of America….Guess that makes me a Yankee Doodle now LOL.

So I tried to be serious, but its not in me; my family broke me along time ago and well I am just a water of the Swanson’s back kinda guy. Being to serious will turn you into the gibbering fool and needing a frontal lobotomy. I took to the shadows like a duck to water and the best part most of the time I didn’t have to leave my office or home and could use my custom computer and eventual cyber deck that I designed and Tesla stole the blueprints of and cheeped out on the parts and made millions selling it, again a bloody thank you Tesla. See I am to nice Edison is not a killer I will defend my own life but I won’t kill if I can help it, in the Matrix I would use stun programs and dump shock systems to turn another’s computer into a fresh batch of chips, but kill oh heavens no thats so middle class…..wait thats me again. Well I am a killer in the kitchen with my shepherds pie recipe and the batter for my fish and chips, not to mention my barbecue….yes, yes I can here it now what does an English man know about barbecue, I can read can’t I and when I moved to America I first lived in Shreveport Louisiana and learned a thing or two from my American neighbours so yes Edison can barbecue though he can’t seem to spell it, thank heavens for spell check I am really loosing my touch maybe I need to go back to England….Ya nope not till the Hand is ousted.

I would do more or less simple jobs and spend most of my time creating new programs and competing with my fellow Brit Tesla for patent rights, seeing that I had a strict no kill policy on my jobs unlike Tesla that would burn’em and turn’em I wasn’t as sought after for my expertise and also many thought a Upper School Headmaster couldn’t be all that skilled as a decker, to that they where wrong but being a white hat it made me less desirable seeing I have a conscience and refuse to put it on the shelf for anyone. I am a good Christian that has done some misdeeds and sinned but hell have’t we all, I have remorse and I atone for my sins, tithe to the church and support charities so my karmic footprint is balanced and my soul is clean besides the cyber and bio that I have, the drawbacks to running the shadows is keeping your edge and since it’s a young mans game and I am not a young man anymore I need all the edge I can get, cause humpty does’t runaway all that well anymore. I broke my knee and ankle shattering my hip in the process when I feel down the stairs tripping on one of lads toy cars the perils of Fatherhood I know. But it made me glad I am a nerd and not a solider, cause I can deck from my chesterfield where the mercenary has to get in the thick of it; nope not for me, i didn’t like having to be asleep when I plugged in so I fixed that, call me paranoid but I like to know when the bad guy is knocking on my door and not in a bloody coma waiting for the release of sweet death…..yes we married men do say that allot especially after 50+ years of marriage okay I might be dating myself a bit here but seriously take a look at old humpty dumpty here I am not a spry young duck anymore, I am not telling you anything you didn’t already know by just looking at my picture and yes thats me good old Edison and yes I still work a day job got to pay the bills somehow.

Well the million dollar question, hey Edison why did you leave England and come to Yankee Doodle Land….well that is easy the war of the nobles and the destruction of Parliament and the House of Lords….See I am a member of the House of Lords or at least I was till the war. I am a blood right Earl and this awarded Swat’em Swanson some privileges but being part of the Conservative party with liberal views didn’t help my status and as well being a white hat and wanting nothing to do with killing my fellow countryman over stupidity; I was left with only a few choices, bow down and submit, nope not going to happen, join the war and kill in the name of Swanson again not going to happen, or sell my house pack my stuff and family up and move across the pond yup that happened. I dropped my title from my name along time ago, though occasionally I here someone say My Lord and I turn out of instinct and then my back says you idiot remember you fell down two flights of stairs and I end up reaching for my medicine to ease the pain. Moving to Yankee Doddle Land was already a new experience but try moving to Dixie Land and the Land of the French…..Bloody Frenchman, now they are the true cowards and are the reason us Europeans get a bad rap with most of the world, you can’t not keep starting wars, begging for help and than pulling out when the allies come to aid you. This does’t leave a good taste in our mouths about you kinda like how you feed us those damned snails and stinky cheese….wait could that be why they smell so bad and if I wanted to eat a slimy snail I would but wait I don’t and I won’t I would rather have Kibble and watered down soy milk has to taste better. As you can tell I really don’t like the French, but I am English and thats okay for me and well it’s okay for anyone seeing they are just as snooty as the elves and wait have you ever meet a French Elf? No, well I have and it’s like talking to someone that thinks there poop doesn’t stink and trust me it does….probably all them snails and stinky cheese and the attitude most trolls have towards everyone else and about the same intellect oh and throw in some of the Gandhi Cow Worshippers in the pot and stir can you smell it I can and its worse than you think; and seeing I am short there nose is so upturned that I am looking up right into the void that was there brain dome. and trust me it’s empty up there probably some more snails slithering around up there though….Oh I can hear you now Oh Edison stop dissing the French, they are nice people and they brought as art, fine dinning and culture….well the only good thing to come out of France is the wine again I am English I can say that you Yankee Doodles cant trust me they hate us Brits just as much, well when you are full of British Grit any Frenchy would get a little steamed kinda like there snails and stinky hygiene.

But I forgot just what it was like to deal with them and in America they have even more of an upturned nose, please do me a favour go back to France or Quebec and leave us alone…..okay rant over bad memories thats all, remember I was an Earl and a member of the House of Lords so I had to deal with them a few times a month and yet another reason I went fishing and yes an Earl can be middle class I can almost see the posts to this page now in the comment section No Edison you are rich and thus not middle class, well no I am not rich never was and wasn’t born with a silver spoon up my but I had to bust my bloody arse to get where I am today and well lets say I have a flat in not the best section of the city and still have to work at my advanced age as well I still have to run the shadows just to eat something other than kibble and synthetic soy milk that has been watered down. And no I wont sell my vintage golf clubs and thats my boat not yours a man does need his recreation now and than so Ahoy Matey come on board and I will tell you a tale, a tale of a fateful ship…..Okay now back to reality or sort of reality living in the south was kinda like living in England no I am kidding besides the accents it is to damned warm and humid down there for this old humpty and you should have seen what it did to my hair I looked like a crazed grey haired clown and had to keep hairspray and a brush in my attache when I would go to work or I would end up looking like Crazy Ed I bet he will soon make this site if not I will make sure he does so you understand what I mean.

 CRAZY ED see what I mean and i have more hair on my head

When I moved to Shreveport I did once again land a job in my chosen field and I instantly regretted it, I thought British Upper Schools were bad, I never saw anything as dysfunctional till I started working in a Yankee Doodle Dixie Cotton Picking school. The kids where all brats and Swat’em Swanson was only allowed to use a slipper not a cane or paddle, the faculty were worse than the kids and I didn’t think that was possible; remember I am used to a bit of structure in the education system not the anarchy pit that is the American school system and I even thought about running for office to try to fix it, than I remembered the Civil War and Revolution and didn’t want to paint a huge red bulls eye on my head for trying to be a good politician wait did I use those two words together Good and Politician okay I am sorry about that. Also I was adjusting to my new setting and trying to set up all new contacts so I could resume working as a decker in the shadows; that would make a great musical number, maybe I will begin writing that after this ha ha ya no thats not going to happen but it would be a good number “A Decker in the Shadows.” you heard it here first people and if anyone does steal this I will know and I want my royalties a man has to eat now. So after some time of balancing work, family and setting up contacts I would return to running the shadows and now I was free of Tesla stealing my work and claiming it was his and undercutting me at every turn. Irony actually seeing the Real Edison stole from Tesla and got rich off his work and Tesla died a poor man, this time it’s the Decker Tesla stealing from the decker Edison and getting rich as I struggle to breath. Though I was able to become somewhat successful in the Confederate south, though most of my work would end up being for the Sons of the True Confederacy and this displeased me but cred is cred and I needed to support my family and becoming a Grandfather would only heighten my need seeing that my princess ended up pregnant out of wedlock and good old Humpty is not going to intimidate any good old boy into a shotgun wedding.

As well my oldest son was getting married and my children where all getting to age where either they were in college, going to go to college or getting married and guess what humpty dumpty here was having to pay for it all. I would do it all again if I could, but at the time it was like squeezing to stones together to get blood to pay for all this, also mother was having medical issues that needed tending to so life was not so good for Edison when I lived in the south and not to mention the dry cleaning bill and power bill do to the heat; I already had my work wardrobe and wasn’t re buying it all over again. So I had to take the jobs that came my way and continue working on my top secret project, this was fine and I was able to figure everything out so I didn’t go belly up in the bank and loose my home but running the shadows in America was a whole lot different than Europe, here in Yankee Doodle Dandy Land you runners thrive on being overexposed and its all about the glory and the fame that comes with it, in Europe its more reserved and the shadows is were we live going on unknown and only our jackets being what the employers know not how many neon colours that are in our hair and how many tattoos you have or how big your gun is. I guess you can call it culture shock but I tried my best to stay to my roots but eventually the American curse would hit me and I would become known as the great Edison and guess what would happen I would be stalked by you guessed it Tesla once again trying to steal my work, this time he would get a taste of his own medicine and Edison’s Medicine would be unleashed as he would get stung by my false file drives and burn himself in the process figuratively not literally and my medicine would stay with him till today. Tesla old chap you know that I mean you no ill will my good man, and that business is business in our world, I am glad that I can call Tesla a friend but I still don’t trust his British arse; I know you feel the same way Tesla.

But the other issue was that when I would go to work, the people learned that I was Edison and I either would get hounded by fanboys or the Star and it was making it impossible to stay in the public eye and I would have to either go full time runner or move once again. So initially I would try the full time gig, I quit my day job loaded up with gear and weapons to protect my home and family and dove head first into the shadows as my full time job and I have to say the pay increase was wonderful and the jobs kept coming and it allowed me to work on my side projects and spend more time with my wife and less on the chesterfield and I was able to spoil mother with gifts and really spoil my grandchildren and becoming their favourite Donk and seeing their smiling faces would lite up the room and would bring me joy in what I was doing. All was well for many years and eventually as the years passed the kids would grow older and move away, the grandchildren would grown up and go to college that I would gladly pay for and get married again Old Donk would pay and it was my honour to do so. I was now a great grandfather and I was still the beloved Donk and my world was complete, Tesla was off my back and we had mended fences, we had moved from Shreveport to Richmond to be closer to my family that where seeming to congregate in the south’s capital for work. I bought a small house outside the city and mother and I would try to live a simple life, I decided that it was time to pull back my shadow work and once again reenter teaching and I found a job at an Upper School in Richmond again as the Headmaster and Robotics/Drone coach for  the kids. I couldn’t be happier than I was when I lived in Richmond, I was very proud of all my children and everything they had accomplished and Old Donk was a proud Great Grandfather and everything was going swimmingly……..famous last words really okay time to break out the tissues people cause Old Donk is about to get a little emotional, I can feel the pain myself memories burned into my brain with a laser so I can never forget.

As I said my children were all gainfully employed, married and had families of there own at this point I was back to work in the Richmond school system and would eventually become regional Superintendent for all of Richmond and running a robotics/drones workshop for the students. I was dabbling on my projects and had once again returned to the shadows but mostly part time and not taking high profile jobs and the name Edison carried serious weight within the Matrix and gave me the opportunity to hand pick my jobs and I was basically deaf to my stupid song playing and everything was going smooth. That was till one faithful day on Christmas Eve 2065 when my entire family had all gathered for the holiday season, I am now a Great Grand Father of triplets and we all pilled into our vehicles and headed to Christmas Eve Family Service at the Richmond Presbyterian Church an old cathedral that still stood from the days of the Revolution and with a crisp bight in the air I felt like I was back in England as we all entered the Church all dressed in our Sunday’s best for the holidays, by this point I had taken to wearing bow ties especially to church and was quite active as I was an usher and one of the Elder Sessions. As we entered the chapel was lite up with all the sparkling lights of the season the Advent Wreath glowing with all the candles burning and the smell of pine and cider in the air as many Christmas trees adorned the sanctuary all lite up and presents under the tree. I was beaming with pride as I held my newest great grand baby fresh from taking the newest family photo in front of the church’s nativity scene and wonderfully decorated tree’s. The photo sat on my phone and I couldn’t be prouder as we took our seats in the pews up front, the choir sang songs of the season as the church quickly became standing room only with spill over rooms for the latecomers everyone dressed in there best and all singing along with the choir with peace and joy in there hearts. All waiting with baited breath for the candlelight service to begin, this was my favourite time of the year with my large family all around me Old Donk was beaming as I just sat back and took it all in, the only sin I had committed on that day was to carry my sidearm with me under my jacket but this is the Confederate south and that was not abnormal even for Christmas I knew I wasn’t the only one packing an iron under my suit jacket and sadly I would be glad that I did.

Eventually the organ would begin humming the prepositional and we would all rise in unison, I was still holding my great grandson in my arms and mother and my granddaughter were holding the other two babies. Mothers health was fading but she couldn’t be happier as she leaned into me and I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in close leaned down and kissed he on the forehead and prepared for a wonderful service. Eventually the night would come to a close as we all held candles the lights where dimmed and the entire church congregation and choir would begin singing my favourite old holiday song Silent Night. Our voices calling out the heavens and harmonising like angels singing to Heaven above to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, my heart warm and I couldn’t be happier than I was at that moment; everything I had worked my entire life for was all here with me and my life was complete and fulfilled. Though the serenity of that night would be forever shaken as true horror would unfold before my eyes, the UCAS (United Canadian American States) would choose this moment to make an example of the people of Richmond and the Confederacy for continuing to elect President Edward Davis even though he was living in exile, they would choose this night of nights to punish us for forgoing the Treaty of Denver and choosing to live free of the tyranny of that document. They would stain Christmas for me forever in a blink of an eye my favourite time of the year would become my worst nightmare come true and forever stain my hands with blood and not just blood but the blood of a child and for this old educator,parent and great grand parent my heart would bleed for what I was forced to do on the birthday of our saviour and what I was about to loose.

As the song would come to a close and the candles would be blown out the doors of the church would burst open and armed soldiers all wearing the flag of the UCAS would begin to open fire as they flooded the church. In all my years in the shadows I have never been involved in an armed encounter and never with my family there, and all that was about to change in a split second as I heard the guns erupting violently I would feel like I was punched in the back and get knocked to the ground. Pandemonium would ensue as gunfire would erupt from all around and people would begin trampling each other to escape to safety, many on that night would not be so lucky and many innocent souls would be sent to heaven in the house of God. I could hear people screaming, crying and praying all around me I would hear horrific sounds that I would later learn to be the rattle of death and blood would stain the church forever. On the ground and in pain I realised I had been hit by a stray bullet as my white dress shirt was turning red and I was coughing up blood. My great grandson would never see his first birthday as the bullet that tore through me as well tore through him, tears filled my eyes and for the first time an Englishman showed raw emotion I knew I had to contain myself to try to get my family to safety but in chaos they all scattered we are not military and I am just a decker and teacher I know how to use a gun but I never had to use one for real before and do to that I almost forgot how to use my pistol; but something strange happened as I was starting to get to my feet I suddenly was full of raw strength as an adrenaline rush entered my body, I rose to my feet and drew my pistol many of the other parishioners had also drawn there personal protection weapons and began to return fire. War had broken out on Christmas Eve inside a over packed church, people where jumping from the balcony and through the stained glass windows in attempt to escape the horror. As I drew my pistol a smaller framed solider came around the pew and began to open fire hitting me multiple times in my leg and torso I spun out of control and back to the floor I went, I thought it was it for me and I was going to die here on this night of nights. The solider that just tried to kill me would kick me in the ribs and try to roll me over thinking I was dead, little did he know that I was just in shock and had been stunned by the attack. as he rolled me over I guess to steal my pistol and wallet I would pull the trigger for the first time in my life at another human being, the gun blasted of three rounds very quickly with a single pull of the trigger and all three rounds would find there home within his neck blowing his head clean off and showering me in blood. The force of the impact would also tear off the mask he was wearing and I would see in horror that it was just a child maybe no more than 13 and I had just killed him, I know it was a kill or be killed situation but I was not used to or prepared for that. I always told myself that if I ever had to actually defend myself then I would just do it and thats why I had a smartlink system installed but you can never be prepared for your first kill to be that of a child, my hands now had blood on them and the pain from the injury would be the last thing I remember from that night before waking up in the hospital unsure of where and what was going on.

I would come to learn from the news as I laid in that bed in shock of what had occurred that all the UCAS gunman had been either killed or captured and that the situation was being hailed as a international incident seeing that they invaded and murdered civilians on Christmas Eve within a house of worship. I would as well learn from the Chaplin that my worst fear had been realised as I was asking about my family and mother, and the doctors would not tell me anything until I saw the Chaplin coming my way with his collar in place and Bible in hand, tears began to roll down my checks as I knew the news wasn’t going to be good and they never send a Chaplin if it’s good news. Father David would tell me that my family was among the countless senseless casualties of that night. His words tore into my worse than any of the bullets that ripped through my body during the massacre. I began to cry uncontrollable and than everything froze over in a blink of an eye and anger replaced the sorrow and through my sore throat all I could muster was a whisper but I vowed vengeance, but Father David would just insist that I get some rest and pray before I did anything stupid. His words would fall on deaf ears that day as something inside me woke up in 2065 and I felt torn, I felt empty and hollow, I was now alone at my advanced age and had just lost my son and the moon. Old Donk was torn apart inside and the demons would begin to creep inside my mind, all i had left to remind me of my family was that last photograph we took when we were all happy and the memories of the massacre and news of there demise.

Days had passed and I was discharged from the hospital and left with a very heavy burden to pay, seeing that the assault was considered a shadow operation no insurance company would pay a dime to any of the victims and the burden of having to pay a hefty hospital bill and as well funeral costs would become overwhelming, My In Laws would help out with what they could, but they were not all that wealthy and I was comfortable but not a rich man. My retirement money and the money from the account in England connected to my title and the short sale of my families manor and land back to to the Crown would be needed to cover all the costs, but still it would leave me homeless and after the funerals I would have to move once more. I couldn’t stay in Richmond anymore and after selling my home and packing up a truck, I would leave the Confederate south forever, and make my way west. Tesla would reach out to me to give his condolences and would finally give me some of my do from the work he stole all those years ago, it would be enough for me to get situated in Seattle but not enough for me to retire. So I made my way to King County Washington with a burning anger inside me and a lost sense of purpose in this world. Well as I made my way to Seattle I would cross paths with another fugitive of the war and a broken man that was walking along side the highway. Something about that man got me to pull over and offer him a ride and I am glad I listened to my gut and picked up the straggler, cause if I hadn’t I would lost out on one of the closest friends I ever had. This was how I met Cowboy and for a short while we just sat in silence as the truck rumbled up the highway but it was Cowboy that broke the silence as he ignited a cigarette and offered me one I gratefully accepted and as I took my first drag all he said “So old timer what’s your story?” and with that I told him my life story and he just looked at me and said “Well Old Donk, seems we have allot in common than, don’t let it eat you up and looks like God put us here specifically to cross paths.” after a while we switched off driving and Cowboy just talked to me and let me grieve to him.

Eventually the words of Father David would sink in and would begin to pray and as I bowed my head in silent prayer, I realised I was  Christian and to live a Christian life meat I had to turn the other cheek and not sink to there level or they win and the devil has my soul. My demons are quite real and yes I suffer every day since and still today and if it wasn’t for Cowboy I probably would be dead from my campaign of revenge against the UCAS.

 

 

Captain Geoffrey Oliver (Binary)

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 Membership: Brotherhood of Mercenaries

Race: Human

Height: 5’5

Weight: 145

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Bounty Hunter Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Ronin Hand Cannon Mach 6 (Modified)

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Bio: The man, the myth, the legend known as Binary is the younger brother of feared General Ichabod Oliver and the apple din’t fall to far from the tree here people; this man is just as ruthless as his older brother and probably even more so since he is always trying to prove to Ichabod that he is just as brutal as his brother is. This man will never show mercy in combat and will go to any measures to capture his target, he will leave not a single trace of evidence besides a bloody pile where the mark used to be and than comes the part that make me sick to think about; Binary will then make sure he ties up all loose ends and that means anyone who happened to glance in his direction during the killing isn’t long for this world. Binary is a physical adept we think as he exhibits the skills and abilities of a true adept and doesn’t seem to have any sort of cybernetic implants, though he has a multi colour crystal embedded within his one eye and his other seems to read like an old computer system with green numbers in a flowing code. This is how he earned his moniker Binary seeing that his eye itself seems to project the old binary code, it’s probably some sort of cosmetic modification but yet it is still very creepy. His aura is missing and he is totally invisible to all forms of electronic surveillance; this man also exhibits exceptional skill with the computer technology and has been placed on par with deckers like Tesla and the Banker. This is man is one Bounty Hunter that I am truly terrified of seeing that he feels he has something to prove and that their is nothing manufactured on this planet that can stop him.

I should start by saying that this man is an infiltrator by trade that has brought his vast knowledge of breaking and entering into the world of the Bounty Hunting and has made himself quite infamous with the UCAS on a number of occasions though collecting of bounties er I mean assassinations, robberies and just leaving a bloody mess for the nation to clean up and mourn the loss of their fallen leaders, soldiers and countrymen as Binary lays waste to everything in his path. He has stared down the scariest in the game and never flinched, he has kept Director Mitchell on his toes and leaking his whereabouts to his enemies and even according to my sources James O’Brian is quite nervous knowing that Binary is back in the game and has his sights set on the total destruction of the UCAS and everything the New America stands for; O’Brian has reason to fear cause Binary has brought mega corps crumbling down, he has destroyed entire nations infrastructure and collapsed multiple economies allowing for the Deaths Hand to easily take control of various regions with little to no resistance.

Binary is a very dangerous man that is playing a very dangerous game and he doesn’t seem to care on iota about the risks, this is one man that even dragons fear and allow to pass, Binary has truly proven his worth as a hunter and officer to his brother and gladly accepts the rank of Captain while others less deserving get promoted; Binary just sits and waits for his next order an his next call to action. If this man was give a free pass inside Seattle only God knows what he would do to are fair city and this is the one time I am glad we are controlled by the rebels. Binary has been sitting on the top of the worlds most wanted list for decades with the entire Deaths Hand just bellow him; and not to be out shined by his brother this man walked into the United Nations building and created chaos and rivers of blood as he made his way to the World Court to finish what his brother started. This is one sibling rivalry that I really don’t want to get in the way of, he slings dual Ronin Hand Cannons like they are hold out pistols, has put his fist through multiple feet of solid armour plating and pulled the rigger out through the hole and bullets just bounce off his suit. He removes their heads and spine in a single action and skins and guts his marks leaving them to be found headless and gutted by loved ones and thats if he allows the family to live; notice I said allows, their lives are not guaranteed when Binary is around and to him life is not priceless as everyone has a price it’s just if your on the right side of the war.

This Bounty Hunter er I mean killer for hire is a true cleaner and eraser, what is found is what he allows to be found and is most likely staged by Binary to either intimidate or fool investigators. He has been arrested before and with a slam dunk case against him, he was found not guilty and even got the judge to apologise to him for the inconvenience; then within minutes of Binary walking out of the court records vanished, evidence went missing and the prosecutor would have a sudden accident. Leaving Binary to walk a freeman and right back into the shadows, yes he might have been captured before but some people speculate that he allowed himself to be arrested to get close to a mark that the police already had in custody; this further proves that the Guild is more a group of assassins than bounty hunters an yet they get to go around claiming to be such, holding that badge and given the full benefits applied. The police are to just ignore them and forgive murder, the people are to just accept that this is the way it is today and we are acceptable losses and nothing more; well to Binary thats all we are and I take offence to that claim. The Government is powerless to stop these men and they have embedded themselves into the Brotherhood so tightly that it’s hard to make determine who is a legit mercenary and who is a member of this guild and seeing that the guild as well uses military ranking structure it further throws confusion into the entire situation.

Being connected to the Brotherhood grants them freedom of movement and seeing that they are not actually part of the Brotherhood their red marks are meaningless; this also means the Brotherhood has a legal out when it comes to doing wet work that draws the line of morality, the just pass the contract to the Guild and wash their hands of the situation. Seeing the Brotherhood has their own problem solvers, it calls to question why do they need the guild and seeing the guild has it’s own private army why do they need the Brotherhood and the answer to that question is simple they pad each others pocket and allow for each other to continue to fight against their enemy. Their enemy is the good people of the UCAS and our leaders that support and salute the flag on a daily basis, their enemies are those that the Patriots and Confederates have decreed not worthy of life and worst of all is that they have taken to the cleansing of the elven population like the Deaths Hand and Human Resistance Movement; thanks to the open bounties on all elves that the HRM and Hand have placed.

Binary is just one of many within this guild that is a true threat and problem, their are many within the guild that we need to worry about and General Ichabod Oliver is the worst offender but his brother Binary is no slouch either and seeing that the guild has blatantly aligned itself with the rebels means that this coming election is more important than ever and we need to make certain that Kingsbury looses and someone who actually cares about the core values of the UCAS and the people is put in place. War is ravaging the landscape the British are invading and the rebels are fighting against the legal authority, the guild is assassinating anyone that dares speak out against the resistance and these are the men that are directly connected to the Patriots and thus connected to the White House; whats to come if Lyndon wins for real and is sworn in, I will tell you what will happen anyone deemed loyal to the Patriots will be given a bounty and the guild will be unleashed to clean house. We already know their is a connection between the guild and the Presidents Men, what that connection is truly well is just speculation but whatever it was had Director Jared Mitchell hunting both orders as the criminal scum they are.

This specific member is a real threat seeing that he can be anywhere at anytime, no security invented can stop him and he leaves a path of destruction in his wake. He exhibits paranormal abilities and cant’t be touched by magic as he has walked through magical wards like they weren’t there and magi and shaman can’t target him with their spells; even area affect spells seem to just wash over Binary as if wasn’t their. This man is the real deal when it comes to decking, reports indicate that he can enter a system that isn’t even directly connected to the matrix and keep his wits about him and fight countless enemies. I know their is already a man they call the One Man Army, though I have to say that Binary is as well a One Man Army and I am not sure there is anything inside the UCAS arsenal that can stop him if he decided to march onto the FDC.

Binary is as brutal and ruthless as his brother an he has laid a path of destruction for generations that he has more than proved his worth to the guild and rebels, he strikes fear in the hearts of those that are trying to restore law and order and he will never yield, never accept quarter or never be able to negotiated with. If the guild unleashes Binary onto a target it’s only a matter of time before the mark will fall victim and become just another statistic; the only good thing is that their is only one of this man, and not many that are as qualified as Binary, yes the guild has some scary members the Doberman, the Naga, the Hellion and the Watchman come to mind not to mention the Gunslinger, Casper, Autopsy and Spider but none compare to this man. Binary was once part of the Unforgiven before he got separated from the flock and has been trained by the best of that team, he worked with the Sentinels during their defence of England and has even given Set and the Rabbi pause with his sheer skill and heartless actions. He only holds membership within the guild and won’t accept the many invitations to join one of the many teams that have recruited this man for his skill and ambition.

We know that Binary once served under the Roadrunner and the Crimson Ghost, he worked alongside the Presidents Men and is responsible for their survival as he made short work of Mitchell’s men and was even offered a set within the Presidents Men; Binary politely refused the offer to join that order seeing that he had bigger fish to fry, though according to records found this man has an open invitation to join that order whenever he wishes and has been trained in their signature weapon. He has been a thorn in the side of DAOD for as long as we have known about that company and even has sent the Founder running for his life, when Binary assaulted their corporate headquarters. This is a man that even Stamps says “Nope I’m Good” and even the Professor refuses to shack his hand nor make eye contact with Binary; these are men that fear nothing and even they avoid direct contact with Binary and he fights for their cause. Though Bug City did prove to be to much for this man when he was a Hive Buster for a short period of time and would flee the city, so that should say something about the devastation that was one Chicago and how real the Bug threat is to the people of this nation when even Binary would be forced to flee.

This man has been all over the world and worked with the best in the business, he has adapted his style throughout the years and can even teach the Gargoyle a thing or two about martial combat. Again I must say that we are lucky that Binary is just one man and not many seeing that he can’t be everywhere and if he could this war would be over already, the Guild has it’s sights set on the threat of the group known as Free Bird as well a Detroit based tribe known as the Usurpers that manage to survive the nuclear fires that cleansed the city of the bug threat. The Guild also has their sights set on the former Deputy Commissioner of Seattle for his brutal assassination of Senate President Mitchell’s family (No relation to Director Jarred Mitchell). With Binary being a wild card in the equation seeing that he follows orders but still he does what is best for himself and the guild, he is the one guild member that can be sent on solo operations though that is rare seeing they like to always have someone watching their back.

Well I can’t really report anymore on this man without entering into the area of rumours and speculation, the facts about Binary are scary enough and the rumours about this man are off the charts, one can write an entire book just on the tales of this assassin that claims to be a Bounty Hunter and besides becoming a best seller; people would take is as fiction when in reality it would be non fiction and a true account of a man that can fend off hundreds, slice bullets out of the air, deflect sniper fire, walk through magic and has never once bleed in battle. They say if it bleeds you can kill it, well the legend known as Binary has never bleed so you do the math. That book would just super inflate his already inflated ego and with a log book like his he has earned the right to have an inflated ego; he sees himself below his brother and yet Binary is far surpassed his brother it’s scary. I will close with these words, if you see Binary and live to tell about it consider yourself lucky and then keep your mouth shut; the guild likes to tie up loose ends very neatly and they are far better at it than the Deaths Hand, and Binary is a master of tying up those loose ends don’t become a loose end or Binary might come to visit you and I do hope you are at peace with your maker cause you’ll be meeting him soon if you ever come across Binary’s list.

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