Fredrick Mosley (Autopsy)

Weight: 120

Apparent Age: 55

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Spass-22

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Bio: Autopsy is yet another victim of the war, this man was a long retired runner that had made the big time after a few big jobs back in 2047 and was able to retire and live the dream all runners have. This man took his fortune and invested into a funeral home and after some schooling and training he became a licensed funeral director, not a far stretch from his work as a killer for higher and cleaner. Autopsy had the life, and he was very well respected in his neighbourhood and was yes the creepy man who worked and lived in the funeral parlour but he was very neighbourly. Autopsy never fully settled down and married as he was always to busy with work, but this man did have a son that he took care of and raised after his mother a local whore was murdered. The child was his and he initially wanted nothing to do with his offspring till he was faced with the prospects of foster care or he stepped up and did the right thing, and for the first time in Autopsy’s life he showed compassion and responsibility.

         Like Casper, Autopsy had plenty of warning about the war and he knew that it would come straight into the suburban zones and there would be a great chance that he would loose everything in a blink of an eye. Autopsy also knew that the war would be great for business, he decided that he would hunker down in the mortuaries crypt and wait out the war with his son. He stated that if he didn’t have his son to thin about he would have taken fully back to the streets and fought alongside his fellow runners and Seattle citizens. Though for Autopsy was lucky and he managed to survive the war, his home left undamaged and his son still alive. Though for Autopsy things where just about to get worse and as he emerged from his crypt to join the rescue effort he was meet face to face with members of the Military who had some questions they wanted answered. He refused to open the door for them telling the officers to leave his property, they didn’t take kindly to this old undertaker brushing them off and the busted in the front door. Autopsy ran for his office to get his gun and wound up being tackled by the younger of the three soldiers. Autopsy was brought to the floor and he began to struggle with the soldier as the other two began to ransack the parlour looking for God knows what. Meanwhile as Autopsy and the solider struggled on the floor the soldier went for his side arm in attempt to end the struggle, what the soldier didn’t know was he wan’t wrestling with a simple funeral director and he was in fact wrestling with one of the founding fathers. As soon as the soldiers eyes where off of Autopsy thats when he struck and he activated his cyber spurs and drove them deep into the soldiers throat and pulled down slicing the young man open like a can of beans.

        Once Autopsy drew blood again he had the taste for it again and was on the prowl for the other soldiers that where inside his place of business and home. He picked up the downed soldiers colt 911 and went hunting for UCAS big game, the two remaining soldiers didn’t stand a chance under the skill of Autopsy and he made short work them in only a matter of seconds. The only issue that came out of this was his son witnessed his father murder one of the soldiers and saw his father covered in blood with his spurs extended. Autopsy knew that he couldn’t tell a soul about what had occurred and he also knew that he needed to clean up his mess quickly. His son had quickly become a liability, and the old Autopsy would have done the unthinkable and ended the boys life, but he had changed and he knew he could no longer hide from his past any more. Autopsy bellowed for the boy to go tot his room and stay put, once his son was secure in his room Autopsy went to work cleaning up the mess and incinerating the bodies of the wastes of flesh as he put it.

      After a few hours, Autopsy knew he had to deal with his know frightened and confused son. His son was to old to just write this off as a bad dream, and treat it as a nightmare brought on by a movie,  but way to young to comprehend the physical danger he would be if he opened his mouth to anyone. Autopsy had just made a serious enemy with the UCAS military and he also had his normal enemies to deal with as well. As he ascended the stairs to the second floor living space, his stomach turned with nerves the closer he got to his sons room the more nervous Autopsy became. He thought how odd it was, he could murder a room full of people, get shot at and run through a hail of vehicle fire cool as a cucumber, but here he is nervous as a boy going on his first date. He didn’t know how he was going to explain any of this to his son and he wasn’t sure he wanted to, he didn’t want to further traumatize his son and he didn’t want to glamorise this lifestyle to his impressionable son.

     As he opened the door he stared into his sons room, the walls decorated with posters of popular movies, the trideo on playing his sons favourite movie the “Titanic Operation” and his son sat on the floor playing with the runner action figures recreating the scenes from the movie. Autopsy just stood there watching his son play, and thought how I am going to explain this, I shouldn’t have to explain this, he is so innocent and I am about to kill Santa Clause. Autopsy stood there just watching his son play as a single tear rolled down his stone cold check. Autopsy just closed the door quietly and went back to his room to shower and clean up from the days excitement. Hoping that his son would just forget what he saw and it would become just another fantasy from the movies and games he loved so much.

     Autopsy has since thrown himself into the war, the man has opened his funeral home to the victims of the war. He has donated countless services to the public and he has vowed revenge upon the military that almost caused him to shatter his son’s innocence. Autopsy knew he couldn’t have his son stay with him any more as the UCAS soldiers and federal agents crawling around his place of business and his home made for a serious liability that he didn’t want to have to explain or deal with. Autopsy has no family left and has nowhere to send his son to be safe, so after a few phone calls with some of his old founding fathers he is still friends with. Autopsy decided to send his only son off to a close friends house in the Lynnwood sector for his safety. Autopsy packed his son’s belongings, gave his only son a new action figure to keep him safe and dropped him off at his new home for the time being. The last words Autopsy said to his son before giving him a hug and sending him off to his temporary home, is I will be back for you soon and I love you son. Then he watched as his son walked up the front walk with his suitcase and clutching his new figure the rarest of his collection the Autopsy figurine. Autopsy sat there for a good while lost in emotion till his son was long out of site and safe, he then drove away into the night.

      He has thrown himself into the war and has everything to fight for this time, this former cleaner and assassin is now a full fledge solider fighting for the city and her people, he has turned over a new leaf and wants to become something his son can look up to, he wants to make his son proud of who his father is and not scared of who his father was.

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