Crowley a hurlé une fois alors que le Scarver passe en revue l'affaire. Une fois de plus, la femme aurait pu avoir de la chance d'être en vie si c'était juste un bras. Il peut même être remplacé. Si ça s'était passé plus tôt dans la nuit, elle aurait pu saigner complètement et mourir. Bien que quelque chose semble en dehors de tout ça. Il n'était pas sûr de ce que c'était et il ne savait pas comment le mettre en mots même s'il pouvait mettre son doigt dessus.
Crowley a gagné en interne puisqu'il n'avait plus la capacité de gagner à l'extérieur, à la mention de Carver de son « rapport » avec le métro. C'est quelque chose qu'on lui a assigné et qu'on lui a donné de nouveau. C'est avec des cas comme celui-ci qu'il a d'abord été reconnu par le corps d'automates et lui a permis d'atteindre le rang qu'il est maintenant. Depuis lors, ils ont constitué une légère majorité de ses affaires sur lesquelles il travaille. Bien que son temps de travail avec eux, il a fait plusieurs bustes et au fil du temps a appris à connaître plusieurs personnes qui travaillent avec les bagues de contrebande et les vendeurs de marché noir. Il ne connaît qu'un ou deux sur un plan légèrement civil.
On lui a rappelé encore une fois comment il y a eu plusieurs fois où il a capturé des membres pour qu'ils ne soient libérés que faute de preuves ou d'absurdités. Il n'était pas sûr, mais il pensait dans son esprit que l'établissement ici avait peut-être des liens avec certains réseaux de contrebande. Il n'a jamais osé l'évoquer auparavant et est resté totalement silencieux sur la question à quiconque d'autre. Bien que ce qui l'a dérangé cette fois était quelque chose d'autre.
« Je sais que nous n'avons pas d'identification, mais avons-nous des indices sur ce que la victime faisait dans la région au moment de l'agression? Y a-t-il eu des signes de lutte pour amener la victime à cet endroit ou dans l'allée en particulier? La plupart de ces choses sont ciblées et faites avec soin. » Il a arrêté son interrogatoire robotisé un moment pour réfléchir. Quelques souvenirs lui reviennent de cas passés à l'eau. "Les bons qui sont de toute façon."
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.