Vous savez qu'ils m'ont dit que l'Europe était un endroit charmant, ce serait génial ici, mais je dois dire... Drayfus a coincé sa tête blindée autour du coin de l'immeuble qu'il utilisait comme couverture pour crier aux forces EDF en bas du chemin « Je ne ressens vraiment pas l'amour maintenant!!! » Il l'a immédiatement raccroché comme une grêle de balles qui a passé, au moins un regard sur son casque, et il ne faisait que rire. Le mercenaire du Canada était venu sur le continent pour échapper à l'environnement extrêmement mortel qui se formait pour lui à la maison, mais bien sûr il ne pouvait pas sortir seul et cela signifiait qu'il devait quelqu'un, c'est pourquoi il était ici maintenant : attaquer le quartier général de la police du district-7 aux côtés d'un petit mercenaire asiatique à peu près en même temps que les émeutiers et 17dem assiégeaient l'endroit. Son objectif était d'enlever le commandant de la police, puis la dette serait considérée comme rejouée. Il lisait son fusil et regardait le mercenaire qui criait en colère dans une langue qu'il ne comprenait pas.
Alors que Dray était peut-être excité par le combat actuel, Hideo avait un sentiment plus mitigé sur la situation. Il était en mission pour puiser dans le réseau de sécurité de l'EDF afin qu'il puisse surveiller leur activité. Les émeutes et les bagarres lourdes dans le district semblaient être une bonne couverture pour infiltrer l'endroit, bien que cela signifiait aussi que la sécurité était serrée, c'est pourquoi il se cachait parmi la résistance et prévoyait de couvrir ses traces plus tard. Maintenant, bien qu'il se soit trouvé coincé près d'un autre tireur étrangement bien armé, il avait des soupçons que cet homme était un autre agent commercial comme lui, mais ils étaient à peine sa première préoccupation en ce moment. Au-dessus des coups de feu, il a toujours réussi à entendre le tireur appeler "Hé!" Et quand il a levé les yeux, il l'a vu comme s'il était prêt à porter plainte. Pendant une seconde, Hideo pensait que l'homme était fait jusqu'à ce qu'il remarque qu'une seconde vague venait de leur côté, cela ressemblait à une petite force 17dem.
Avec des renforts ici Drayfus a ouvert le feu librement et Hideo est sorti de derrière la voiture qu'il utilisait comme couverture. Entre eux et 17dem, ils ont gagné du terrain sur le FED. Les deux hommes ont pris une ruelle latérale pour essayer de trouver un moyen de contourner la défense EDF, ni questionner les autres intentions et accepter que, pour le moment, ils avaient des objectifs similaires.
Name:
Kaylee Weiss 
 Age:
Twenty-Three 
 Sex:
Female 
 Gender:
Female | She/Her 
 Notoriety:
0 
 Appearance:
Kaytlin stands just shy of 5'5 and average for the region. She has a slender build, no doubt attributed to a hardy metabolism considering the amount of food she can consume in a sitting. Don't let her size fool you however, as she can pack a punch and is a slippery individual specifically when it comes to evasion.
Ash blonde hair shaved and swept to the one side, her face remained mostly unscathed when she crashed her bike at high speed. Except for a small scar under the left eye. No tattoos or piercings, but multiple identifying marks in the form of scar tissue on different parts of her body from the same accident.
Kaytlin's typical sense of style when laying about is casual and comfortable, often affording loose trousers and pull-overs or items of the sort - with boots to go. She doesn't wear hats, it's more of a personal choice where she doesn't agree with how they look on her.
Her only augmentations were born out of necessity, but when dressed are only visible on the back of the head and neck although the cybernetics run down her upper back and ends on the small. Kaytlin doesn't feel this or that way about them, they're just there and allow her to walk and move, something she would have never done again without them. If anything, she's more nimble than ever but still gets pains sporadically although has been given no cause by doctors and assured it's normal. 
 Personality:
Kaytlin is a complex creature, free-spirited from birth the world as it is today dampened her spirits, leaving her with a pessimistic and cynical outlook of society. Her lack of trust for strangers can lead her to come across as quite mean, verbally so being her go to defense mechanism when pestered by others.
Having always preferred not to get too attached, Kaytlin doesn't exactly hold the traditional kind of friendships as those close to her in life quickly found out. However, she is fiercely loyal to those and has been known to go to any length in efforts to help them.
A measured, rational individual - Kaylee questions nearly everything, firmly believing that even something known to be true may be doctored. Also coy, she is careful about what she says and who to. She is considered and restrained in her true opinion and thoughts and rarely speaks without thinking.
Not quite a rebel but more so an oddball in Europa society she has less of a regard for rules and regulations than the ideal fellow citizen who "always obeys" or openly questions the system.
More of late, noticeable since the bike accident that lead to Kaytlin acquiring life-saving augmentation, she had undergone somewhat of a personality shift. While still retaining her values and loyalty to those close to her, acquaintances have been vocal about her detached, cold, insensitive and almost apathetic outlook and traits.  
Reserved – Distant – Measured – Mean 
 Bio:

Born in Nova territory on the old border of the United States and Canada, she lived and went to school there until she was thirteen years old. Up until this point, there was nothing spectacular or curious about Kaytlin's life. She'd been born to a single mother, or at least - her father was was seldom around, the occasional holiday or birthday. Kaytlin didn't resent her father, she didn't know him to hate him, to the point that she knew practically nothing about him. A name - Pierre, very reminiscent of the old world she'd thought and in this day and age nearly patriotic in some sense of the word but, not a notion of who he was or what he did. Some would say it had turned out for the better.
Come her thirteenth birthday, Nova's private armies advanced into Solace 'sovereign' territory provoking a short-lived but fierce war. During this time, Kaytlin and her mother had stowed away on a cargo airship headed for Europa with a group of other would be asylum seekers. Miraculously and against all odds, the small band of refugees had evaded customs and security and upon arriving in Europa's District 30 split up at the port. All but one escaped into the expanse of Europa to start a new life, the unlucky captive detained and presumably deported.
The duo didn't go far and ultimately stayed in District 30 where her mother found work as a contract cleaner, usually working hospitals. The pay wasn't much, but it kept them afloat in a humble but adequate abode with enough food in the pantry.
It wasn't long until her mother met somebody, a man who she would describe as none other. Middle aged, but looked younger except for his peppered hair. A closet neo-nationalist as well with a sour look upon augmentation and cyborgs, yet Kaytlin couldn't help but take a liking to the man - his good nature was endearing and while he didn't earn much more than her mother was generous and even outside of family, charitable. It was an admirable quality, that in this day and age was becoming rarer and rarer.
Kaytlin went to school for three more years, enrolling a few months into her new life, and excelled in the more creative side while retaining sub par or average grades in more academic pursuits. Aged sixteen she dropped out of education - much to the dismay of her guardians although they did not put up as much resistance as more strict parents would have. Doing nothing soon became worse than education to Kaytlin's mind and she began a job hunt, securing a position as a courier with a small time, private delivery service and in no time was earning as much as either of her guardians. With no responsibilities outside of work, Kaytlin managed to buy herself a motorcycle of her own, rather than the one's provided by her employer.
At seventeen, Kaytlin, who was yearning for freedom and independence as teenage angst subsided, moved out into her own residence on the other side of the district. Smaller, and even more modest than her cramped, two bed family home. After her accident, which happened on the job after only a short time of independent living, Kaytlin spent weeks in a medical center with a severed spine, the outlook was grim - the impact from the crash had also caused her severe damage to the back of her head, life threatening wounds that required Kaytlin to be put into an induced coma on life support. As fate would have it, or perhaps just good business, Kaytlin's employer covered the costs of her augmentation, something her mother and her partner could have never hoped to do. This ended up being a double edged sword however, it's true what they say, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Her new cybernetic enhancements and personality shift ended up driving a rift between Kaytlin and her family. The mother's boyfriend began to despise what he viewed the young woman as now, cyborg, a machine - in a way this hurt Kaytlin more than her own biological father could have but this soon turned into her own resentment. While her mother was understanding at first, for whatever reason and surprisingly, after all they had endured, the pair grew apart. It wasn't just the poison her mother's head was being filled with, it felt like everything had changed since her second bout with life. Eventually, they just stopped talking. Early the next year, Kaytlin learnt from the news that her mother's boyfriend had been killed in a clash between neo-nationalist militants (in truth a rabble) and EuroCorp Security, for all his qualities he had hidden his radical side well. Whatever became of her mother, Kaytlin can't be sure although she tried to contact her on a couple of occasions.
When the time came to repay a debt, Kaytlin was surprised by how seemingly simple the job was to be. Her employer had some serious tech that EuroCorp's research division was willing to pay some serious credits for. All she had to do was deliver it, he assured her there was no catch and while there was a hint that something was off but she felt obliged to agree. The time and place had been set, she was to meet an agent at an industrial site on the outskirts of the district, in the early hours of the morning. To quell her suspicions, he offered her a reasonable sum in return for completing the favor, Kaytlin thought this generous with him having already having essentially saved her life.
The drop off did not go according to plan, she had arrived on time but appeared to be alone before a single individual arrived in an all black EuroCorp transport. As soon as the passing of the goods had been made a pistol was drawn on Kaytlin. Although taken aback, the gunman's delay in squeezing the trigger ended up being his downfall. As if purely primitive survival instinct had kicked in and taken over every fiber of her being, she knocked the gun away and after a struggle came out victorious with two shots, each resonated within her as it announced to the world and of course Kaytlin, the first time she killed. Although not in cold blood for a moment she felt remorse before succumbing to the events that had unfolded.
The young woman, now an outlaw remained on the run for as long as she could endure, but in turn she had no hope of outrunning the far reaching grip of EuroCorp. Captured and arrested, potential, her keen ability for survival and evasion was seen in Kaytlin who was given an ultimatum, she could either work for them or face death. The choice was easy, at least there was a wage. Upon agreeing to the so-called offer, the newly appointed operator had all suspicions confirmed when she was tasked to sniff out everything her previous employer knew and then kill him. He knew too much, it was that simple and he had set her up, getting wind of the plot on his life he drafted Kaytlin into doing the work. His hope was that when EuroCorp had what it wanted, he would be left alone and eventually forgotten about - a fool's folly. This was the second time she had killed.
Since then, Kaytlin has been a puppet of the mega-corporation, looking for a way out, until that time comes, however, she's just paying back another debt. 
 District:
DST-30-WEST 
  Weapon(s): 

Loud. Messy. Personal. Everything Kaylee loves in a weapon, she'll switch-up depending on the task but it is hard to separate her from her baby. 12 gauge semi-auto tactical shotgun, takes eight .73 slugs.  
  Armour:
MKIII DRONE - Despite being a slightly older model, it is considered the most reliable in the DRONE line up. Known for their durability comparative to their lightweight build the MKIII's main endeavor was to improve on their protection of vital organs and the torso where most of the rigidity is found compared to the rest of the suit. Thanks to it's slimline design, it can be easily concealed under everyday clothes, like Kaytlin's canvas coat. Stealth is the main focus in the design scheme.
The next best thing about the suit is the accessible and customizable HUD interface in the helmet which displays vitals when there is cause for alarm, as well as other more novel commodities. The suit can also temporarily heal or at least mask injuries with nano injectors inside the fabric - this has however on occasion been known to cause convulsions and death in those who can't tolerate the substance - exact cause is unknown.
  Cybernetics:
-Mobility Augmentation
A mix between a partial exo-skeleton and cranioplasty, the augmentation replaced the back of her skull and spine ending at the small of her back. The "rig" (although it is not akin to one and fits the body well), in a sense rewires the damaged spinal cord, filling in for the communication lines between the sensory information shared between the brain, spine and even muscles, tendons and skin. This in turn, through the miracle of technology,came with some enhancement to physical strength and speed - although "superhuman" would be a far stretch of the imagination.
 Account Balance:
2500creds 
 Other:
N/A