Robert jette un dernier coup d'œil aux échardes de sang. Il semble qu'il n'y ait aucune trace d'aucune sorte. Bien qu'il ait plus confiance en son instinct que son cerveau, il jette un coup d'œil à l'allié. Il y trouve des flaques sombres de liquide. On dirait du sang, mais il n'est pas relié à la flaque de la victime. Il n'y avait aucun moyen d'y arriver. En regardant vers le ciel, une pensée entre dans sa tête. On dirait que ça aurait pu être de là-haut... mais... comment? 
Secouer la tête deux fois, ça semblait improbable. Bien que si quelqu'un était en mesure de prendre le ciel ou de grimper vers le haut d'une ruelle, cela expliquerait le manque de témoins. C'était quand même audacieux. Il retourne sur ses talons à sa station pour rassembler des troupes. Il allait avoir des réponses d'une façon ou d'une autre. S'il avait encore des yeux, ils auraient brûlé avec une détermination féroce.
....ou alors il aurait voulu le dire. Son équipage a détruit plusieurs gangs et arnaqueurs connus des environs. Il n'y avait pas de voyous connus avec le territoire dans la partie intérieure de la ville donc il s'est contenté de fouiller la zone près des limites de la ville qui aurait pu avoir un accès facile. Personne ne semble savoir quelque chose. C'était définitivement fait un professionnel. Dans son esprit, il était clair que ce n'était pas seulement des voyous qui profitaient d'une situation. Il y a peut-être quelque chose de spécial à voir avec cet automate, mais qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Ou peut-être a-t-il plus à voir avec la cible plutôt qu'avec son automate? Puis il y avait la troisième option qui était qu'il s'agissait d'un test. Pour voir s'ils pouvaient s'en tirer en tapant quelqu'un dans les anneaux intérieurs.
En allant au quartier général, il voulait examiner d'autres dossiers qui pourraient avoir des histoires similaires. Sur le dessus de sa tête, il ne savait rien de tout à fait comme cela s'est produit récemment, mais peut-être qu'il devait regarder en arrière plus loin. Il tuait surtout du temps jusqu'à ce que le témoin se réveille.
Name: Robert Crowley
Age: 22
Appearance:



Enhancements:

His whole body is a metal armor of white steel. Its an alloy mix of Iron, aluminum and titanium.
The armor itself enhances his strength and speed which supplements his swordplay.
The main combative portions of his magic metal is his two swords. He has two that are like ordinary longswords. They are made with Titanium. They move with his will and can increase the power of his strikes. Upon activation however they glow blue and oscillate at a high frequency making them cut through items not unlike a saw.

Caste: Artificer
Bio:

Dominic Crowley was born to a metal worker and long time artificer. He grew up with only his father as his mother had died giving birth to his younger brother when he was 7. The event framed in his mind the perfect picture of human frailty and thus began a near unhealthy obsession with technomancy. Never having any sort of talent as a Magi he delved into the practice of crafting his own body.
By the age of 13 he had already replaced his legs and had begun plans to replace parts of his arms. At 15 he had already shown an impressive amount of talent in a security job and was drafted by the police. They assisted him in helping fund his body transformation so long as he pledged loyalty to the city and for the security of the nation and their way of life.
By 17 he had already climbed higher into the ranks and worked more and more special operations as guards for elite Magi and other important political or economic figures. He had found funding for his arms and much of his armor at this time. His younger brother who was now 10 was showing signs that he too might pursue the craft.
At the age of 19 his father was killed by a gang of thugs and much of his fathers artifacts were stolen. His brother was wounded in the fight but survived. His losses were a few scars and an eye. Once Robert tracked them down however he slaughtered them all. This was looked down upon at his work as the thugs had loose connections to a lower ranking magi. He survived with his life but his position was demoted back down to a base rank officer. Robert closed his father's shop and sold what he could to buy a house for his brother Joseph and himself. This was the day that he began to teach his brother not only how to craft armor and weapons (as his father had only passed on more economic objects such as appliances or cheap limbs).
By the current day and age of 22 he has climbed up the ladder of the police force once again. They have reluctantly given him his rank equivalent of a sergeant yet again. His pay is decent but he harbors a slight disdain for the current dynamic of the city. His brother, who is now 15, is currently in the police training force as well. He doesn't have anywhere near the extensive body replacement but he at least has a full set of armor and his own weapon now crafted.