N A M E
Freed West
S E X
M
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26
N A T I O N A L I T Y
British
P O S I T I O N
Engineer
Freed prefers to provide back-up support than engage in direct combat. He can drive various military vehicles, operate mobile artillery, sabotage enemy power lines, you name it. His expertise falls short however when it comes to hacking, programming - anything software related. Since he has no specialized weapons training, he is limited to a HK45 service pistol and grenades.
A R M O R
None, unless you try to force him into direct combat in which case he'll wear a Type IIA bullet-proof vest over his jumpsuit.
Cybernetics: Eyes (close-up magnification for repairing small components)
Hands (increased stability, dexterity, grip)
H I S T O R Y
Born in England, Freed was raised in a middle class household by your average parents with your average "first world problems". Cybernetics were growing increasingly more popular, and tension between countries was rising. There were rumours of a third World War, but growing up as an ignorant kid Freed didn't think much of it. Joining the army was becoming an increasingly popular choice for guys his age with government recruitment campaigns running rampant, and many of his friends, his younger brother who thought he was morally righteous included, enlisted with hopes of saving the world. Since Freed was neither virtuous nor suicidal enough to fight for a cause, he instead received an apprenticeship as a mechanic and worked at a small local auto shop.
Probably because of his love of machines, Freed was quick to jump in with the cybernetics hype, getting enhancements from as young as 16 with the cash from his first part-time. Over the years, he progressed into what was coined a "Cyber Freak". So when the England banned cybernetics and declared for the HRR, he grabbed all his cash and flew to America.
In America, he joined the military as an engineer - a guy had to find a means of putting food on the table and the army needed their tanks repaired. Deal. He lived in quarters with other service workers (janitors, cooks, etc) and did his job for food and board. While at first he was given hell for his accent (which clearly marked him as a Brit, an "enemy" nation), he eventually found his place. He spent time with a wide variety of military tech, from artillery to vehicles and learned how to repair and operate them. After discovering a talent in his field, he nursed a growing reputation as a jack-of-all-trades who could repair anything. Tear it apart, and everything's the same on the inside. He was satisfied with his life overall, so when the call came from W.O.L.F. he was ready to turn it up. Except they weren't giving him an option.
L I K E S
Collecting outdated junk (and watching all of it grow into a glorious mess he calls contemporary art)
Machines "cause unlike people, they never lie"
Music (playing & listening)
Gambling (so long as he is winning)
Freedom
D I S L I K E S
Conservatism (everything he hates summarized in a single philosophy)
"Uncultured Swine"
Authority & Restrictions (mainly puts up with it because compliance is more painless)
Self-righteous or uptight people "chill, mate"
Silence (will fill it with aimless conversation, whistling, anything)
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Laid back and carefree, Freed has a casual outlook on life. He leads an epicurean lifestyle and takes what he can get before humanity screws itself over (which is bound to happen eventually as far as he is concerned). While he holds strong opinions about most subjects, he usually keeps his thoughts to himself since he can't be bothered to start an argument, and is a "couch activist" – it's simply too much effort to go out and make a difference. He will often sit around with co-workers, complaining about the world in general while not really bothered or having lives worth complaining about. Since he has no real experience with dangerous situations, he is an idealist who doesn't know how to make tough pragmatic decisions. His favorite social past time is gambling, but he can usually be found in a garage fixing something, blasting outdated music from an antique boombox. Overall, he doesn't seem to have matured a day over his teenage years and likely never will.
Somewhat of an eccentric, Freed collects "junk" from the early 21st century – CDs of hip hop artists or alternative rock bands salvaged from who knows where, an electric guitar he calls his "baby" and spends more time tuning than actually playing, and garbage heaps he calls "contemporary art". As disorganized and absent-minded as he is, it is amazing that he manages to be productive. He has terrible personal hygiene and calls sweat and grease his "cologne". With a pretty short attention span, he is quick to drop a project if something more interesting comes up – this happens to extend to his relationships with people as well.
R E F E R E N C E S
Robocop, Mortal Kombat
A P P E A R A N C E
Freed has brown hair, hazel eyes, a five o'clock shadow, and two piercings, one in his right ear and another in his tongue (both done himself). His skin is tanned from working outdoors, and his build is suitable to his job as a mechanic. Much to his annoyance, he is slightly shorter than average (5'7).
When it comes to dress, he's not much for practicality and will wear whatever the hell he wants to, despite it interfering with his tasks (which he gets endless crap for, 'and for the last time could you stop questioning my metrosexuality'). He is most often seen wearing a jumpsuit, top half off and left hanging at the waist, a sleeveless top, work gloves and heavy boots.
