Post by Neil Vanderzee on Jun 7, 2016 14:06:39 GMT
General:
Full name: Neil Vanderzee
Nicknames: //
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Profession: Dealer
Background:
Social standing: Poor, but he spends some time in Middle as well and even visits the Inner ring from time to time when he's needed
Family: Divorced parents. His mother, Christine Vanderzee-Saunders didn't have much time for him and works fulltime in a bakery and his father, Simon Vanderzee, is out of the picture by now and his profession is being the assistant to a government official.
He has a nephew he sees every now and again, Bradley Saunders. He knows that there's all sorts of things going on in Neil's life, but no details. He kind of wants to help his nephew, but also knows that there's a pretty big chance that, despite his rose-tinted glasses, Neil might not really be a victim.
Past:
Neil's early youth was alright. Relatively. He was raised by a single mother who had little time for him and every once or twice a month he saw his dad, who he got along with fairly well.
Things went South at the age of thirteen. Neil got the wrong friends. At that age it wasn't anything too shocking: they got into a lot of trouble and started smoking early on, but nothing seriously criminal happened.
That changed soon enough. He was only sixteen when he already did almost everything God forbade and then some. By now his mother had even less time for her son and had no idea what he was up to.
It was in that year that Neil got into an accident. He was joyriding with some friends and everything went horribly wrong. They all survived, but one of them had severe brain damage now and Neil's arm was so messed up that only the quick thinking of a bystander stopped him from bleeding to death through the use of a tourniquet. The arm, however, was so far beyond repair it had to go. It got amputated.
Neil did not change his life for the better. It wasn't easy, adjusting to life with only one arm, but he did his best. And slowly but surely he got used to it. He was about seventeen when not only the arm had healed completely, but he had also gotten used to it.
This year had a fair number of setbacks as well. Neil started trying out drugs and shortly after he turned eightteen he got kicked out of what was his then job. He did not feel like aiming very high, so he ended up in a small restaurant as a dishwasher.
The owner of the place wasn't the most morally outstanding man and he had some illegal business on the side and after a few months Neil did other things for him than just scrubbing dishes, like delivering drugs that people bought off of the man.
And that was how he met Akira, a man who had turned out to be a pretty big name among certain people in the outer ring. He was highly intelligent and hid his business well, but the right people knew. Along with a handful of corrupt guards.
Neil did a thing or two for Akira, and saw no harm in it. It made a pretty penny and that money was tempting to Neil.
This went on for about two years, steadily. Neil built a reputation of someone who got things done and who did them without getting caught. He had to be hard and it wasn't without danger, but he shaped himself to his environment and became a lot more tough. It was also in this year that he really learned about his power, and it's drawbacks. He did try to work on it whenever he could, no matter how unpleasant it was as he knew it could be an extremely valuable asset.
However, he got cocky. And Akira decided it was time to bind the young man to him in a more permanent fashion. Unexpectedly he came forward with an offer that seemed generous at first glance, even though Neil himself knew better than to trust the man, but turning the offer down wasn't really an option with Akira. Not if you enjoyed living.
It was a prosthetic arm. The most advanced thing money could buy at that point. A protoype, almost. State of the art. Programmable movements, surprisingly lightweight, yet sturdy, voice commands; ideal.
But it soon turned out that Neil's mistrust had been realistic; nothing was for nothing and Neil owed Akira like he had never owed anyone. The thing had been expensive, and that was an understatement. It had cost infinitely more than Neil could afford and he would have to save up for years to pay it back.
He realized pretty damn well what he had gotten himself into and tried to make a run for it. He tried to contact the nomads, willing to live with them for the time being. But Akira had caught up to him before he could get away. And the man made Neil pay for it, in the form of a group of hired thugs. It was mild in terms of what Akira was used to, but Akira himself claimed he wasn't completely ruthless. If Neil remained loyal to him then for now everything was fine and he would not get hurt like that again.
That, and he had to pay the arm back within six years. That seemed like a sea of time and Neil wasn't worried at all anymore, but he'd been wrong. First off, he earned a lot less now that he was in Akira's pocket and had experienced what happened if the man did not get his way, and the second thing was that he himself had started using. Not the stuff he sold, of course, he wasn't that stupid, but enough to make sure actually not all that much was left at the end of the month.
The years went by. Neil's substance abuse had it's ups and downs, but eventually he managed to stay clean pretty well. He was sharp and had seen other guys go down the drain to the heavier stuff. He wasn't making that mistake.
Thanks to Akira, who had connections everywhere, he went everywhere in the city, learning that despite what was legal and what not, a fair amount of rich people were willing to do some sneaky business in order to have a good time. The real junkies were mostly in the Outer ring and the Middle and Inner ring were infinitely more covert overall, but users were everywhere.
He was often sent out to deal with tribes of Nomads that had the kinds of herbs and other substances that they needed to keep producing and a few times Neil had considered trying to run again, but these people were on Akira's side, most likely, so he thought better of it.
All in all, the money just wouldn't come and now the six years are almost over. And Neil is very, very desperate.
Personality:
Passions:
- Oddly enough, he enjoys nature a fair bit
- Tequila
Dislikes:
- Being ignored
- Needles, although he wasn't above using them to get really high back when he was in a pretty dark place drugs-wise
- Religion
- That goddamned prosthetic arm
Relationships: //
Fears:
- Ending up as another casualty
- Getting found out about his power
- The camp
Talents:
- He's pretty strong
- He's sharp and alert
- He's a real survivor
Weaknesses:
- He's quite messed up in the head
- His off and on relationship with drugs is often catching up to him
- He is impatient and very sensitive to power, status and respect
Appearance:
Height and build: 1.80 and pretty fit
Skin: White
Hair: Short, dark brown
Fashion style and accessories: While he doesn't pay a lot of attention to his wardrobe, he still dresses relatively trendy and tries to aim for a 'badass' look.
Special features: He has a few scars, the most notable one being the one that goes through his eyebrow
Power: (only for the Evolved)
Brief description: Neil can harden areas of his skin to deflect damage
Advantages: Not getting injured too badly
Disadvantages: It hurts like all nine hells. The more power he puts into it, the worse the pain. Also, the more power put into it, the smaller the area.
Amount of control the character has on a scale from 1 to 10: 6
Extra:
- He has an extremely advances prothetic arm, starting at the shoulder. It has programmable movements and voice recognition, among other things.
- He drinks a lot. He doesn't really go to wild parties, unless he's there to deal, it's more that he just needs to drink shit away from time to time.
- He still smokes, despite repeated attempts at quitting
- In his years of being active in the drugs scene, he's had surprisingly few run-ins with authorities and it's made him cocky
- Through the years he's used Pre-War drugs, like Ketamine, M-Cat and, very briefly, MDMA, and more modern things, power-enhancers among others. None of his addictions have been heavy to a point of no return, but he also doesn't seem able to really and fully leave it behind. Recently he's been using a little more, despite his financial problems, to combat all the stress he's under.
Picture:
Full name: Neil Vanderzee
Nicknames: //
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Profession: Dealer
Background:
Social standing: Poor, but he spends some time in Middle as well and even visits the Inner ring from time to time when he's needed
Family: Divorced parents. His mother, Christine Vanderzee-Saunders didn't have much time for him and works fulltime in a bakery and his father, Simon Vanderzee, is out of the picture by now and his profession is being the assistant to a government official.
He has a nephew he sees every now and again, Bradley Saunders. He knows that there's all sorts of things going on in Neil's life, but no details. He kind of wants to help his nephew, but also knows that there's a pretty big chance that, despite his rose-tinted glasses, Neil might not really be a victim.
Past:
Neil's early youth was alright. Relatively. He was raised by a single mother who had little time for him and every once or twice a month he saw his dad, who he got along with fairly well.
Things went South at the age of thirteen. Neil got the wrong friends. At that age it wasn't anything too shocking: they got into a lot of trouble and started smoking early on, but nothing seriously criminal happened.
That changed soon enough. He was only sixteen when he already did almost everything God forbade and then some. By now his mother had even less time for her son and had no idea what he was up to.
It was in that year that Neil got into an accident. He was joyriding with some friends and everything went horribly wrong. They all survived, but one of them had severe brain damage now and Neil's arm was so messed up that only the quick thinking of a bystander stopped him from bleeding to death through the use of a tourniquet. The arm, however, was so far beyond repair it had to go. It got amputated.
Neil did not change his life for the better. It wasn't easy, adjusting to life with only one arm, but he did his best. And slowly but surely he got used to it. He was about seventeen when not only the arm had healed completely, but he had also gotten used to it.
This year had a fair number of setbacks as well. Neil started trying out drugs and shortly after he turned eightteen he got kicked out of what was his then job. He did not feel like aiming very high, so he ended up in a small restaurant as a dishwasher.
The owner of the place wasn't the most morally outstanding man and he had some illegal business on the side and after a few months Neil did other things for him than just scrubbing dishes, like delivering drugs that people bought off of the man.
And that was how he met Akira, a man who had turned out to be a pretty big name among certain people in the outer ring. He was highly intelligent and hid his business well, but the right people knew. Along with a handful of corrupt guards.
Neil did a thing or two for Akira, and saw no harm in it. It made a pretty penny and that money was tempting to Neil.
This went on for about two years, steadily. Neil built a reputation of someone who got things done and who did them without getting caught. He had to be hard and it wasn't without danger, but he shaped himself to his environment and became a lot more tough. It was also in this year that he really learned about his power, and it's drawbacks. He did try to work on it whenever he could, no matter how unpleasant it was as he knew it could be an extremely valuable asset.
However, he got cocky. And Akira decided it was time to bind the young man to him in a more permanent fashion. Unexpectedly he came forward with an offer that seemed generous at first glance, even though Neil himself knew better than to trust the man, but turning the offer down wasn't really an option with Akira. Not if you enjoyed living.
It was a prosthetic arm. The most advanced thing money could buy at that point. A protoype, almost. State of the art. Programmable movements, surprisingly lightweight, yet sturdy, voice commands; ideal.
But it soon turned out that Neil's mistrust had been realistic; nothing was for nothing and Neil owed Akira like he had never owed anyone. The thing had been expensive, and that was an understatement. It had cost infinitely more than Neil could afford and he would have to save up for years to pay it back.
He realized pretty damn well what he had gotten himself into and tried to make a run for it. He tried to contact the nomads, willing to live with them for the time being. But Akira had caught up to him before he could get away. And the man made Neil pay for it, in the form of a group of hired thugs. It was mild in terms of what Akira was used to, but Akira himself claimed he wasn't completely ruthless. If Neil remained loyal to him then for now everything was fine and he would not get hurt like that again.
That, and he had to pay the arm back within six years. That seemed like a sea of time and Neil wasn't worried at all anymore, but he'd been wrong. First off, he earned a lot less now that he was in Akira's pocket and had experienced what happened if the man did not get his way, and the second thing was that he himself had started using. Not the stuff he sold, of course, he wasn't that stupid, but enough to make sure actually not all that much was left at the end of the month.
The years went by. Neil's substance abuse had it's ups and downs, but eventually he managed to stay clean pretty well. He was sharp and had seen other guys go down the drain to the heavier stuff. He wasn't making that mistake.
Thanks to Akira, who had connections everywhere, he went everywhere in the city, learning that despite what was legal and what not, a fair amount of rich people were willing to do some sneaky business in order to have a good time. The real junkies were mostly in the Outer ring and the Middle and Inner ring were infinitely more covert overall, but users were everywhere.
He was often sent out to deal with tribes of Nomads that had the kinds of herbs and other substances that they needed to keep producing and a few times Neil had considered trying to run again, but these people were on Akira's side, most likely, so he thought better of it.
All in all, the money just wouldn't come and now the six years are almost over. And Neil is very, very desperate.
Personality:
Passions:
- Oddly enough, he enjoys nature a fair bit
- Tequila
Dislikes:
- Being ignored
- Needles, although he wasn't above using them to get really high back when he was in a pretty dark place drugs-wise
- Religion
- That goddamned prosthetic arm
Relationships: //
Fears:
- Ending up as another casualty
- Getting found out about his power
- The camp
Talents:
- He's pretty strong
- He's sharp and alert
- He's a real survivor
Weaknesses:
- He's quite messed up in the head
- His off and on relationship with drugs is often catching up to him
- He is impatient and very sensitive to power, status and respect
Appearance:
Height and build: 1.80 and pretty fit
Skin: White
Hair: Short, dark brown
Fashion style and accessories: While he doesn't pay a lot of attention to his wardrobe, he still dresses relatively trendy and tries to aim for a 'badass' look.
Special features: He has a few scars, the most notable one being the one that goes through his eyebrow
Power: (only for the Evolved)
Brief description: Neil can harden areas of his skin to deflect damage
Advantages: Not getting injured too badly
Disadvantages: It hurts like all nine hells. The more power he puts into it, the worse the pain. Also, the more power put into it, the smaller the area.
Amount of control the character has on a scale from 1 to 10: 6
Extra:
- He has an extremely advances prothetic arm, starting at the shoulder. It has programmable movements and voice recognition, among other things.
- He drinks a lot. He doesn't really go to wild parties, unless he's there to deal, it's more that he just needs to drink shit away from time to time.
- He still smokes, despite repeated attempts at quitting
- In his years of being active in the drugs scene, he's had surprisingly few run-ins with authorities and it's made him cocky
- Through the years he's used Pre-War drugs, like Ketamine, M-Cat and, very briefly, MDMA, and more modern things, power-enhancers among others. None of his addictions have been heavy to a point of no return, but he also doesn't seem able to really and fully leave it behind. Recently he's been using a little more, despite his financial problems, to combat all the stress he's under.
Picture: