Un jour plus tôt 

Alyxi a dû entendre un client se plaindre de cet escroc dans District21 surnommé 'The District that Never Sleeps'. Alyxi est allé dans ce district avant une ou deux fois avec son mari décédé quand il était en vie. Toutes les lumières, casino, drogue - alcool, fête et crime. Elle n'a jamais trouvé ça amusant, d'un endroit surtout quand son mari était avec elle. "Seul un verre" disait-il. Pour quoi? Elle ne savait pas. Bien que cela l'irritait quand il contrôlait ce qu'elle faisait surtout devant une foule et ses amis. Il a toujours utilisé ses amis contre elle. Ne m'embarrasse pas devant les gars, tu deviens fou là-haut? ou "Tu n'es qu'un crasher de fête quand je t'emmène." tous les commentaires qu'elle entendait à maintes reprises quand il prenait sa place. Elle était contente qu'elle se soit débarrassée de lui. Ne jamais avoir à s'inquiéter de ces mots à nouveau s'amuser à sa façon. Personne pour la contrôler. Bien que celui d'être égal avec elle a été enlevé.
En prenant le train là-bas, elle était bondée autour des gens. Alyxi était contente qu'elle porte son costume sous les vêtements normaux qu'elle portait. La seule chose qui n'était pas sur elle était son casque. Car elle ne voulait pas sortir comme un pouce douloureux quand il s'agissait de choses comme ça. C'était dans le sac à dos qu'elle portait. Avec son couteau, M55, sniper et gants. Alors que le train s'arrêtait, elle descendait avec un rassemblement de personnes qu'ils devaient tous aligner pour que le travailleur vérifie leur passeport.
C'était près de son tour quand elle a préparé son passeport. Elle le donnait à l'ouvrier avant de le savoir. La travailleuse n'avait pas à dire passeport, elle a tout vérifié, puis elle l'a remis en disant "Vous pouvez y aller." Presque une voix robotisée sans émotion a laissé les lèvres de la femme. Ouvrir la porte pour elle. Alyxi est passée rapidement et la dame l'a fermée aussi vite qu'elle l'a ouverte.
Secouant la tête Alyxi a voyagé un peu autour de la gare de District21. Avant qu'elle ne décide de sortir du bâtiment pour prendre un taxi. Alyxi regardait autour de lui puisqu'il était presque onze heures trente la nuit, c'était encore comme s'il était midi avec toutes les lumières. C'est comme ça qu'elle s'en est souvenue. Des bruits venant de toutes les directions physiquement possibles. Une fois qu'un taxi l'a remarquée en attendant, ils se sont arrêtés et elle a enlevé le sac à dos et l'a posé sur le siège à côté d'elle pendant qu'elle s'asseyait. Ferme la porte arrière qu'elle était à l'aise. "Où veux-tu aller? La voix d'un conducteur masculin a résonné dans le dos. Alyxi a pensé un moment avant qu'elle ne se souvienne de l'endroit. "Lights Inn." Ce n'était pas un endroit coûteux pour dormir et il vous a permis de vous loger avec seulement vous-même donc c'était un endroit agréable pour rester même si il avait un nom unique qui était sûr.
Onze heures plus tard
Se réveillant dans la chambre d'hôtel, elle regarda autour de lui et soupira en portant l'oreiller sur sa tête. La dernière fois qu'elle était ici, cet endroit n'était pas si bruyant. Les gens de l'autre pièce avaient l'air de faire un show avec un rodéo. Elle n'était pas heureuse d'être réveillée à autant de bruit. Après une minute ou deux d'essayer de le bloquer, elle ne pouvait pas. Je saute du lit. Alyxi bâillait et soupirait. En regardant autour d'elle, elle s'est emparée de son costume et l'a mis dessus, puis a mis des vêtements normaux. Comme elle a mis son couteau à l'arrière à gauche de sa botte droite. Elle a bâillé une fois de plus avant de regarder autour. En prenant le sac à dos avec seulement le M55, le sniper et le casque dedans. Et des gants. Elle l'a zippé, a mis le verrou sur les fermetures éclair et a rapidement sorti de la pièce. En sortant de la chambre, elle est allée trouver un endroit avec de la nourriture dans cet endroit.
Trouver le restaurant dans l'hôtel où elle logeait. Alyxi s'est assise à une table de deux personnes qu'elle était la seule à manger, donc elle a pris l'espace dont elle avait besoin. Quelques minutes se sont écoulées et elle a presque fini de lire le menu alors qu'un serveur s'approchait d'elle avec un sourire. -- Que puis-je vous apporter ce matin? Alyxi le regarda et sourit légèrement. "Je vais prendre un verre de jus de canneberge avec des toasts et des œufs." Elle a dit en regardant le serveur. Il est immédiatement parti après avoir écrit son ordre, le lui répétant et le confirmant qu'il avait raison. Alyxi vient de lire un journal.

Désolé, si c'est un mauvais post de jeu de rôle... je ne savais pas vraiment quoi faire.
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