Nero

[Virrus Nero]

Nero, Virrus Brackwater

"The life of a reaper man is always intense."

NAME:Virrus Brackwater Nero
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION:U.A.S. Officer, Colonel
REGION:Nation of Aeon
ERA:Futuristic
POWER:Improved Responses. - Limited to reflexes, and only after he has engaged in combat and C.A.E.s have been successfully dosed into his bloodstream.
Chemical Aggression Enhancers. - or C.A.E.s is a small surgically implanted chip mounted on the brain stem, it sends electrical signals to trigger a constant but varying flow of naturally occurring epinephrine and nonepinephrine until the user ceases to exist, giving those implanted with this a constant adrenaline high at varying levels dictated by heart rate.
EQUIPMENT:

• U.A.S. Rig suit, standard issue aside from his name in bold letters on the right shoulder, is outfitted with a pair of back-mounted short range boosters, giving him the ability to gain the high ground, or escape an overheated situation from a maximum range of 25m (82') of where he stood previously.
  
• a pair of U.A.S. Service Pistols, modified with extended magazines and a slightly improved rate of fire.

LIKES:

• (un)necessary force
  
• causing fear in all that oppose the U.A.S.
  
• profittable side-projects
  
• a good laugh
  
• orders that will cause the most casualties on all sides
  
• spicy food
  
• bass-heavy music, usually at around 140 beats per minute is the perfect tempo.

DISLIKES:

• being told he is "too vigilant"
  
• insubordination
  
• weakness
  
• a bad (in his opinion) sense of humor
  
• failure, on his or those under his command's part.
  
• overly-altered humans
  
• androids/cyborgs
  (only because they are a little harder to kill than a human)

FEARS:

• something more difficult to kill than a human

SECRET: Selling of U.A.S. equipment, mostly outdated or poor-quality weapons, to the Liberation Movement

PERSONALITY:
A wheeling, dealing, futuristic cowboy with little regard for the safety of himself, and absolutely no regard for the safety of those around him. Callous, aggressive, to-the-point, and deadly intelligent are just a few words to describe the mentality of this murderous Colonel. Falsely courtious to those holding higher rank than him, and able to find most any means to get his ends. Those under him would do best to note the violent repercussions he gives to those who disobey or contradict him. He holds a deep-seated dislike toward robots, or any sentient piece of machinery, solidly formed since he was a child. His sense of humor is dark, twisted by both his time as a criminal, and from his brutal prison time, and re-socialization and integration into the U.A.S. and is generally seen laughing near-maniacally mid-battle. He has bouts of psychotic behaviour only after he is posed with a combat situation and his C.A.E.s begin to cycle at a higher rate. This, combined with a job in which he is almost always on the move, leads him to have to eat more often than most just to keep his current weight, with a strong preference to spicy food; "If it don't burn, it ain't worth it."

Being a heavy, but picky smoker, Nero refuses to wear a helmet or any kind of headgear. Preferring open air and clear vision as opposed to a helmet or visor that can allow a wisp of smoke that rises from his cigarette to in effect 'poke his eye'. Nero prefers to smoke only "red" type cigarettes with brown filters, as opposed to anything else. Since his induction into the fast-paced lifestyle of a U.A.S. soldier, he has grown fond of fast-paced music, and is often seen quickly bobbing his head on break or in mess with large headphones so as not to be disturbed by others, though the same cannot be said vice versa. He enjoys keeping a good rapport with the 'higher-ups' and a sense of fear and respect in those under him, mostly to keep his secretive dealings to the Liberation Movement away from anyone who can oust and/or court-marshal him, stating on many occaisions (to himself) "If I go back to that hell-hole of a prison, I'll go on the biggest murderin' spree this planet's seen."

HISTORY:
Born to a simple, average family living in the moderate income districts of Taris City. The first, and only child of a young couple whom lived their day to day lives out of the spotlight of the U.A.S. and their security measures. Living out of an apartment, the district housed many different walks of life, though all were in the same income bracket. Virrus Nero was a curious infant, climbing around on furniture, and having a preference of being off the ground. With the progression of years, Virrus would begin to become enthralled with the violent nature seated in humanity, witnessing the odd atrocious act through his apartment's bedroom window when he was old enough to comprehend such things. His young family, passive, began to cause bewilderment to Virrus as the hours spent nightly watching out his window for more dispicable acts began to increase the frequency he was exposed. Virrus kept this secret from his parents, the stark contrast of the street life and his made it clear he had to, and merely absorbed what he saw deep into his mind. The most intense violence Virrus had experienced was witnessed first hand; A walk down the street to see the city with his family was a welcome change from the boredom of the apartment and few blocks he had grown up around. However Virrus' time with his family would be cut short, from his standpoint, Virrus saw what seemed to be an autonomous robot, an Android in his opinion, before it began to open fire. This is all he remembers from that incident, other than shutting his eyes tightly closed and waiting for the gunfire to subside. He would awake several days later in a hospital ward, alone. He was quickly approached by a nurse who asked what his parents names were. He answered, and the nurse left the room, Virrus quickly sat up and felt no ailments or wounds, miraculously. Detaching the electrodes from his skin and hopping off the bed in only a hospital gown, he peeked around both corners of the hospital ward's entrance before heading down the hall at a fast pace. It wasn't long before he was noticed by an orderly and began to run, following red signed printed with 'EXIT' until he came to the large entrance of the hospital and pushed the glass doors open. The inital light of the outside blinded him momentarily, but he breathed a sigh of relief before looking around. The street on which the hospital was situated was busy, and he easily slipped into the many people going about their daily routines with little notice to a young boy dressed in nearly nothing. In Virrus' mind, he knew he was alone, his memory shattered of the day he was ripped from his parents, save seeing an Android as the culprit, he branded them all evil beings in his opinion. Alone, he knew there was only one way he knew of to keep himself alive on the streets. Drawing from the many memories of alleyway violence he had witnessed from afar as a younger child, he threw on a hard face and began his exodus into the dingy alleyways of his home city. It would not be long before he was confronted with those who would seek to enslave him, for reasons he neither cared to know or comprehend. The first time he can recall he was still garbed in a hospital gown as two grown men approached him and told Virrus he was coming with them. Virrus naturally refused, and one of the men reached for him, Virrus staggered back from them before turning around and running as hard as he could away. They took chase, and were closing fast, so Virrus made a split-second decision, turning down an alleyway which had two possible exits. The men split up, knowing this, and Virrus took his chances against one rather than two. He jumped ontop of a closed dumpster and turned around to face the man who, with a smile, slowed his pace as he approached Virrus. Trying to entice Virrus as he closed the gap between them, the man became fed up when he was within arms reach and attempted another grab at Nero. Taking one step back on the dumpster, just to get out of range of the man's grasp, he then lept at him, wrapping an arm around the man's neck as lept past, pulling him to the ground. The man, off-balance, toppled over, where Nero began to grab as tightly as he could onto the man's hair and smash the back of his head into the ground as hard and as many times as he could. The man struggled, and punched Nero a few times in the arms and face, but Nero held tight and eventually the man was rendered unconscious, with blood streaming from the back of his head. Panting, Nero looked up to see the accomplice just now reaching where Nero had smashed the head of the man into the ground. Nero cracked a smile at the man, who in turn took a few slow steps back before making a hasty retreat. Nero stripped the man he had just rendered unconscious of his clothes, and left the hospital gown over the man's face. Clad in clothes far too big for him, Nero smirked triumphantly as he walked away from the body, content in the idea of killing or atleast brutally maiming for survival. Years of struggle passed, with much of the same violent scenarios taking place daily for Nero, before at the age of fourteen, he was caught by U.A.S. policing an area, and was taken in for causing bodily harm to a civilian. Interrogated, Nero confessed his name and multiple scenarios of brutal acts and killings at his own hands, some played up or made up, but most very real.

Nero was placed in prison for an indefinate term, as he was deemed too mentally unstable to be re-integrated into society. Left in solitary confinement for five years, he began to develop manipulative behaviour. Telling guards he had changed from reflecting on his past actions, and had repented by causing himself injury, from which a scar over his left eye developed. Convincing the guards, though, only brought a U.A.S. recruitment officer to his cell door. Refusing the first attempt the officer had at convincing Nero that service in the U.A.S. would be the only way to repay his debt to society. Nero mulled over the idea for a few months, alone, before calling out to a guard that he was ready to sign up by cracking a remark about the guard's "Fancy uniform" and asking "How could I get set up in one of those?". At nineteen, Nero was inducted into the U.A.S. and put through a program called "Prisoner Resocialization Training" or "PRT". Brutal, and effective, Nero was trained in close quarters combat, and beaten unmercifully whenever he slipped up in attitude, which was often. Though this did little to break his already deteriorating mindset about the human race and what they were capable of. Six months of training readied him for induction into what the U.A.S. secretly called the "Suicide Corps." a unit of fresh cannon fodder made up of prisoners and conscripts rounded up from the poorest districts under their dictatorship. Given only a rifle, and cheap clothing in the color of the U.A.S. uniform, they were put in the front lines where regular soldiers were too expensive or too important to waste, or in order to soften resistance before more heavily armed and armored U.A.S. soldiers would come in and 'mop-up'. Surprizingly, Nero excelled in this form of war, sacrificing the idea of teamwork in order to keep himself alive paid off when being sent into suicide missions, where he would catch the eye of both officers and regular ranks of the U.A.S. In another six months, Nero would survive thirty missions where the outcome was sheer disaster in the way of casualties for the Suicide Corps. but the mission was always completed, either in the form of stamping out the resistance, or obtaining whatever it was he was ordered to obtain. Nero cared little about what the "big picture" was of what he was doing, he was living in the moment of every fight, battle, and combat situation he experienced, and enjoyed it all. At twenty years old, he was brought into the regular force as a Private, though his service in the Suicide Corps. was not over. Being a Private in the Suicide Corps. meant he was the highest ranked individual there, and was thus in command of bridgades of rankless cannon fodder. The idea of commanding rather than fighting was amusing to Nero, but was never fully embraced. Even though he commanded them, he was right into the fight, wishing nothing more than swift death to his opponents. This display of over-couragous behaviour and showing skill in commanding the men under him by lowering casualties in the Suicide Corps. (Though a 90% casualty rate as opposed to a 95% was considered great improvement) allotted Nero swift promotions through the ranks of the U.A.S. over the course of four years before being pushed up to Colonel, and allowed command of regular troops, overseeing security details within the Capital City. It wouldn't be long after this promotion that Nero would begin checking over armory stocks, and seeing a vast surplus of equipment that could be 'written off' to a readily available buyer whom he had been fighting against for five years. Making a sweet profit off of surplus U.A.S. equipment that the Liberation Movement would gladly accept... for a price.

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: A thread on Sekkai Fractures: "Plain Uninteresting"

OTHER: "I ain't got time to bleed."
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ALIAS: Nero

HOW DID YOU FIND US? Sekkai Fractures

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Nice Predator quote xD
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