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Handle

Role

Character Points

Louis Cyphre

Cop

Int	Ref	Tech	Cool	Attr	Luck	MA	Body	Emp	Run	Leap	Lift
10	9/12	4	10	4	4	6	9	8	18	4.5	90/360

Skills

Authority 7, Interrogation 3, Intimidate 3, Resist Torture/Drugs 1, Streetwise 6, Human Perception 6, Leadership 1, Awareness/Notice 9, Education & General Knowldege 3, Hide/Evade 2, Shadow/Track 3, Athletics 2, Brawling 2, Dodge & Escape 1, Handgun 4, Aikido 2, Melee 1, Motorcycle 1, Rifle 2, Weaponsmith 1

Cybernetics

Humanity

Neuralware (Processor), Speedware (Sandevistan), Smartgun Link, Interface Plugs (Wrists), Muscle and Bone Lace, Gradiated Subdermal Armour (Torso), Subdermal Armour (Skull), Upgraded Skinweave, Vehicle Link

Clothes

Hair

Affectations

Ethnicity

Language

Normal

Long, straight

Mirrorshades

Anglo-American

English, Streetslang

Family Background

I was one of the faceless, urban homeless. I grew up on the street and never really knew my parents. I don't know what happened to them. I do know that my family was driven from our original home when I was very young, and as a result I spent my childhood on the street with no adult supervision.

Siblings

I have two brothers. One is my twin, though we're not identical twins. We get on well enough most of the time. My other, younger, brother hero worships me. Probably because I was the one who spent the most time looking after him when we were younger. The way he looks up to me makes my twin a little jealous, and has caused friction between the three of us in the past.

Traits

Valued Person

Value Most

Feel About People

Valued Possession

Stable and serious

My twin brother

My word

People are untrustworthy

A photograph of my parents

Life Events
2047	I was involved in some sort of accident. As I result I lost my memory of the three months leading up to the accident and of the accident itself. To this day I don't know what happened. I was found lying at the side of the road, with multiple 'blunt force trauma' wounds, according to the medical report.
2048	Became a cop. I made my first real friend outside of the street community I grew up in. Not a cop, as it happens, but a nomad. She'd broken up a fight on my beat, as I was on my way to it. Once on the scene she laid into me, verbally, because I was a cop. Somehow she recognised 'the street' in me and we got talking on more friendly terms. Over the coming months we became good friends, but come November her pack moved on. I've seen her twice since, when her pack have been passing and she's looked me up.
2049	Made my first good friend on the force. A detective, she and I worked together on a number of small cases on my beat. She was the one who got me thinking about becoming a detective myself.
2050	Enemies. Everyone's got them. I made a real good one this year. A fellow beat cop. Caught trafficking Stim on his beat, he tried to frame me as his supplier, because we'd had an argument the previous week. And because by selling out another 'pusher' he hoped to reduce his sentence. My innocence was proved, but I had Internal Affairs watching me for 6 months, maybe more. He got 7 years. Might be out in 5 or 6 with good behaviour. He said he'd come for me when he gets out. We'll see.
2051	Fourth year as a cop, and I find my first reliable informant. He grew up amongst the same street community as I did. He saw I was trying to make the place safer for all, and comes to me with information sometimes. It's normally when he hears about something going down that'll hurt the community, either directly or through reputation.
2052	Finally made detective. No more walking the beat for me, unless it's part of an investigation. Starting to feel like I could really make a difference, and help bring down more than just petty criminals and local thugs.
2053	Life as a cop ain't easy. Long unsociable hours and all. Somehow I managed to fall in love in my few off-duty hours. I was in a bar after finishing a long day when she walked in. She strode in dressed in biker leathers, and spike-heeled boots. And she was stunningly beautiful, with the most amazing dusky skin and a smile that would melt the coldest of hearts. She called Africa home, and was touring the world on the back of her bike. Full of life, but moody, rash and headstrong with it. Ours was a tempestuous relationship, but all the more exciting for it. Before the year was out though, our relationship buckled under the stresses and strains of my job, and her increasing desire to get on with her travels. The weekend-long goodbye we shared is something I'll not forget in a hurry. Nor would I want to.
2054	My police career ended this year. I busted a corporate exec, but his company's lawyers got him off on a technicality. Not before he'd suffered some serious loss of face and status within his corp though. He swore revenge, and somehow managed to get some pressure applied to my bosses. They set IA onto me, and after a long search, they managed to find some discrepancies in some of my paperwork, where I'd changed a few facts to protect my informant. I was given the choice of resigning or being busted back down to a rookie beat cop. I resigned. I no longer have to work within the system, obeying its laws to the letter. If I get the chance, I know of a corporate exec who might have an unfortunate encounter.