Heures plus tôt
Alyxi a fini de manger son petit-déjeuner. Elle ne pouvait pas se trouver pour aller voir la ville car elle n'était là que pour affaires. Dans cette ville, vous ne savez rien qui va se passer ensuite et elle n'a rien trouvé à trouver l'ingénieur. Mais elle allait trouver où le trouver. En attendant d'appeler sa cliente, elle est retournée dans sa chambre. Fermer la porte derrière elle et la verrouiller Alyxi s'est assis sur le lit pour entrer dans un appel avec le client qui voulait qu'elle démolisse l'ingénieur l'essuie de la planète. Le seul endroit que sa cliente avait était que l'ingénieur serait généralement vu dans les heures plus tard et plus vers les parties mauvaises des zones dans le district 21. Ce qui était mauvais dans tous les domaines. Donc ça n'a pas beaucoup aidé. C'était une zone d'animaux de fête et personne ne semblait jamais dormir. Sauf si c'était deux heures ou moins.
Après la conversation d'aide. Alyxi s'est couchée et s'est endormie très rapidement car elle n'a pas dormi le meilleur hier soir.
Heures plus tard
Elle se réveille de son sommeil. Elle a regardé autour. Elle était dans sa chambre, elle s'est endormie et elle l'a tournée vers la table de chevet. Elle voulait juste savoir à quelle heure il était. Déjà la nuit et elle se sentait mieux qu'elle quand elle s'est réveillée. Elle bâillait encore dans ses vêtements qu'elle portait plus tôt.
En les regardant, elle savait qu'elle devait s'en changer et se changer en ses autres vêtements. Se lever du lit et se tenir là, comme si elle allait s'évanouir, elle s'est frottée les yeux une fois de plus en bâillant. Alyxi a enlevé les vêtements décontractés puis a mis sur sa peau serré costume de tueur à gages qu'elle a financé avec son argent. Remettre son pantalon et sa chemise normale sur ces vêtements. Elle a pris son sac à dos et l'a mis sur les deux bras. En rentrant de son hôtel, elle a quitté sa chambre rapidement. Prendre tout depuis qu'elle ne pensait pas qu'elle reviendrait. Alyxi est allée à la réception et s'est inscrite depuis qu'elle ne revenait pas à cet hôtel. Quitter le bâtiment une fois les papiers remplis. aller dans les rues qu'elle a souri et a commencé à marcher sur le trottoir, elle n'allait pas prendre un taxi. Bien qu'elle soit curieuse sur où trouver ce gars de l'Ingénieur. D'habitude, il était dans des clubs, des casinos, et d'autres endroits qui déchiraient les gens, on dirait. On aurait dit que c'était difficile de le trouver. Elle ne savait pas ce qu'il ressemblait à son client n'était pas très descriptif... littéralement n'ayant aucune description ou quoi que ce soit son dossier était plat aussi brisé qu'un écrou après qu'un éléphant ait marché dessus. Elle soupira alors qu'elle marchait juste en allant à l'endroit où son client a dit d'aller.
Alyxi espérait que ce gars de l'Ingénieur était réel et qu'il n'y avait pas une poursuite d'oie sur sa cliente. Depuis qu'elle a entendu parler de lui pour la première fois. "Je jure que si je suis sur une folle chasse une balle libre va droit dans la tête de cette cliente..." Elle s'est bourdonnée à elle-même. Ne jamais entendre les plaintes d'une seule personne. Donc ça lui semblait un peu étrange. Elle espérait que la police ou n'importe quoi de pire aurait découvert son travail de nuit et aurait demandé à quelqu'un de l'appeler. Ce serait une situation terrible. Bien qu'elle ait continué à marcher.
Name:Yuri Müller
 Age: 26 
 Sex: Male 
 Gender: Male | He/Him 
 Notoriety +3 
 Appearance: 5'11", athletic build. He has brown hair usually tapered, depending on light his eyes can appear anywhere from an icy blue to a dull grey and a medium complexion. Rarely grows stubble out past a week or two. Minor scars to hands, fingers and knuckles gathered since childhood. Identifying features include two tattoos; left forearm wrap, neck 
 Personality: Yuri's apathetic side can lead him to seem indifferent on first glance. More often than not he shows a absence of interest or concern about emotional, spiritual, social or even physical life. He tends to repress feelings often not felt as strongly as other individuals, a defense mechanism brandished by the 'toughen up' attitude accompanying emotional hardship. Professionals in the past have referred to Yuri as 'troubled'. Compulsory psychological evaluations from time spent incarcerated put him on the spectrum of personality disorders - labeling him a 'secret schizoid.'
His personality is hidden behind an outward engaging appearance, following Klein's classification of 'secret schizoids', who present themselves as socially available, interested, engaged and involved in interacting yet remain emotionally withdrawn and sequestered within the safety of the internal world.
Yuri is a thorough individual in any endeavor he undertakes, a calculated individual who is precise and extremely attentive to accuracy and detail while doing business. Often working on his own intuition Yuri is known to be instinctive although this lends itself to a greater scheme of things to a plan.
Not the type to be afraid of getting his hands dirty Yuri is an adaptable individual his ability to do so has been nurtured from his path where life hasn't always been so peachy. 
Adaptable – Cold – Thorough - 'Unstable'
 Bio:
Early Life
Born and raised in District 11 of Europa, a place heavily influenced by Eastern Korporat18 from societal view to crime and punishment. A relatively poor District, one of the last industrial areas that suffered greatly from closure of all but one or two Factorums. Presently the business and inner section of District 11 is advancing and caught up to much of Europa but the area is still scarred by shanty towns built off of the high rise residential blocs that cover much of the districts outer and suburban boundaries.
Yuri's memories of his father, a career criminal, are distant and faded. Yuri was six years old when his dad was shot down in a firefight with the district's police. All he knows is that a warrant over black market related violations escalated into a chase and climaxed with a stand-off at abandoned Factorum A. His mother continued to raise Yuri for the next eight years but her declining mental state and inability to provide lead Yuri to stand up and take their quality of life into his own hands, returning one day to find his mother, Kaatje swinging from the light fixture over the disturbed coffee table. During her last few months she had seen Yuri turning into his father, this shifted her mental state over the edge and triggered her suicide.
An underhanded arrangement lead to Yuri being able to continue to rent the apartment from it's landlord. He had the credits, no questions asked right? Aged sixteen his dabbling in criminal endeavors evolved when he ran in with a local gang whose main area of expertise lied in smuggling and distribution, specifically home brewed CHEMS, black market firearms, gambling and sex. Over the course of the next three years Yuri had his run-ins with the law but his smarts had always either gotten him away safely or found with nothing.
Aged twenty-two the opportunity of a lifetime arose for Yuri, a get rich quick scheme that would effectively get those involved a get out clause to a new life. One job was all it would take, hijack Eurocorp identity technology, the ability to to produce and theoretically with some tweaking change ones credentials to whatever desired. The possibilities were endless if this payed off, there was an opening on the market for something new and needed, simple supply and demand. Yuri imagined making his lot and getting the hell out of District 11, leave behind the memories and to his mind - the demons that had been haunting him since day one.
Incarceration
Yuri was unsure of where it all went wrong, but he knew the risks. Maybe it was the luck of the cards a lot of the heist was faded and blurred. It had gotten crazy quick, unlike anything he'd experienced in his life. Out of the five operators involved in the execution of the job only the two had survived. Dimitri and Lacey were both gunned down in the initial fire fight, Jodie had been with them all up until the final stand-off. There was a twang of irony with the outlook of the situation as three armed citizens took on the force of District 11's police. As they were apprehended, Yuri remembered surrendering along with Christov before being taken down and arrested, a brutal beating was sustained which required medical attention. Psychological evaluation got Yuri moved to a ward where most mentally unstable and criminally insane were housed, separated from the general prison populace and medicated, some more heavily than others.
Yuri's personality directly conflicted with many others incarcerated, the death of Dimitri inside the general populace had made way to Yuri's ears, he'd been ganged up on by a gang on the inside over differences in ideology. He decided then that he was going to make an escape or stay here sectioned, imprisoned and detained for the rest of his days. He was not going to become the victim of experiments disguised as medical tests being carried out on selective mental patients. Unable to rest for more than an hour or two at a time Yuri spent night and day racking his brain but couldn't come up with a solid plan.
The answer seemingly came as a stroke of luck, a series of events that lead to a beneficial coincidence. During a group therapy session Yuri lost his cool, "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He asked, riling up the other patients, he stood up to confront the orderlies before being accidentally shoved through a glass pane dividing the room from the corridor. He awoke later in his bed, his mind began to clear from sedative medication which through the hectic incident had not been administered. Tied up and without side effects he shook loose an undetected shard of glass that had been dug into him from behind his vest. His heart was pounding inside his chest and with a struggle he managed to cut himself free of his restraints and fell down beside his bed where had to gather his thoughts. It was time to allow intuition to kick in. He stood up and pulled down the ceilings metal mesh climbing his way through spider webs in the dark vents, slowly trying to keep as quiet as a mouse. Exiting his way down a flight of steps he came across the staff locker room and ditched his hospital gown for one of the orderly's clothes but held onto the hospital gown in order to ditch it where the dogs wouldn't be able to find the scene. Caught red-handed he wasn't ready to give up and proceeded to fight his way to the outside, feeling the cold wind on his face before finally being tasered and apprehended.
'Freedom'
Yuri spent the next six months kept in solitary confinement, never seeing another soul the whole time other than a monthly psych evaluaton, never allowed out, kept alive by sustenance but was this really life? When approached by Korporat18 officials he was made an offer. He could choose to spend the rest of his days here, best case scenario returning to a normal room, same routine in and out or he could work for Korporat as an unaffiliated agent, taking on dirty and questionable jobs as well as anything that might have been in the hidden interests of the corporation. He agreed.
 
 District: DST-11-EAST  
 Weapon(s):
K-93, East-Pattern Assault Rifle
-8x Scope.

Combat Knife
-Fixed blade

LPModel 786
-12 round mag, semi-auto, single fire
 
 Armour:
Loadout
  
 Cybernetics: None. 
 Account Balance: 2500creds 
Other:N/A