Name: Konstantin Sureshvara
Race: Tiger shark
Age: 24, nearing 25 some time by the end of the year
Description: Black bedraggled hair, dark brown eyes, fit & tall (7’9’’) but nonmuscular
* [ NSFW bluelink ], serrated teeth, canid-like traits; long pointy ears, digitigrade legs, & pawed feet. Skin is
dark-greyish brown with light-grey undercarriage. Wears shirts & pants he sleeps in, but changes clothes regularly. Tends to wear a pair of circular, stereoscopic sunglasses during the day.
Profession: Skilled enforcer for hire, with an academic interest in meshnet infrastructure, electronic signals security, & the exploitation of both. Worked ephemerally at one point as a prostitute, stripper, & exotic dancer, but prefers to have that kept merely as an avocation with close friends.
Weapons & Equipment: An infantry automatic rifle chambered in
6.8×51mm, with
electrothermal-chemical firing mechanism (rather than a physical firing pin) for match-grade performance, as well as a suppressor meant not for stealth, but for hearing, communicating, & fighting effectively within indoor settings.
As a nonlethal sidearm, he wields a
stocked-pistol size pulsed laser capable of
channeling electrical currents through ionized beam-trails, or switch to
ablatively exploding small but powerful concussive flashbangs at the point of aim. On it’s weakest setting, he can even use it as a
directional microphone.
For standing imposingly at doors, he just wears black clothing with a vest sleeved with
composite-metal-foam faceplates [ * ], while for expected confrontations with armed killers,
the ensemble he’ll show up in crosses into excessive, as if prepared for a war.
He keeps a few “ecto” smart-device wristbands, used as
disposable ‘burners’.
Other items on his person include a grooved knife that doesn’t get stuck when stabbed into a person, plasticuffs, & lastly over the years come to realize no plan really survives once put into practice, during especially-hazardous jobs, he’s taken to carrying a pair of thermal-smoke/CS gas grenades to detonate & mask his escape under when caught in dire circumstances.
Augmentations: an extra-pair of cybernetic arms above his natural ones (
sockets replaceable with other limb-types, though he sticks with arms for practicality’s sake, as well as for making good bludgeoning tools). His organic eyes can also shift perceptually across spectrums, from infrared to low-ultraviolet:
Terrahertz-band in particular lets him see through walls & clothing, helpful for
spotting concealed weapons, gear, & some material compositions.
Besides these three augmentations, he’s resistant or immune to many common forms of drug addiction, disease, & chain-smoking, befitting his hedonistic lifestyles, that while tempered, he makes no attempts to conceal or deny.
Skills: VR addict (life-accurate modern military simulations) giving a rough idea of what to do in a gunfight, with real experience following his survival after the jobs he’s fulfilled. Paranoid almost to a fault regarding anything security-wise.
Personality/Goals: *"You kill me, you're better. I kill you, I'm better."*
-Konstantin Sureshvara
*"A steadily-wound spring of murderous energy with little catharsis. For now, his contracted superiors aim to preserve peace for the most part, but deep down a part of Konstantin wishes he could defile himself in spilling rivers of blood and fat; under the tutelage and command of San Aligheri's elite he'd go far in our own ranks. Instead, he and his kind wait in every city, every country in which the oligarchs of San Aligheri seek to gain control. Waiting for blood to be put in the water, waiting for the violent freedom of contracts, only beginning to realize it."*
-m.p.C.C.
Easily angered, his displays of temper range from mild verbal rants, to scathing tirades, to violent physical assault. However, despite his temper & contempt for the City as a whole, he’s seen to treat innocents & those he allows close to him with care & generosity. Quite loyal to those few who he considers friends, & is equally quick, if eager almost, to hurt those who would betray them.
His first job concluded with making enough money to retire into a quiet life for years. But after considering the excellent pay, & more importantly the opportunity to lay waste to everything in his way with stolen military hardware, he decided that a career as an enforcer & gun for hire was just too good to pass up.
He aspires to create & give something “very big” to the world with himself as the kingpin, but doesn’t quite know what it is. Given his fondness for exercising methodical violence, & his interest in cyberspace, it may culminate into something combined of both.
Flaws/Weaknesses: In the few larger firefights he’s participated in his time as a gun for hire, he’s overextended & nearly gotten himself killed if it weren’t for the thermal-smoke/CS gas grenades he keeps ahold of. Due to his height, he also has trouble moving within confined indoor locales.