Cancer
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Character Name: Cancer Alternate Identities: Carl C. Turner Player Name: NPC |
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| APPEARANCE | |||||
| Hair Color: | Brown | ||||
| Eye Color: | Brown | ||||
| Height: | 6' 0" | ||||
| Weight: | 220 lbs | ||||
| Description: | |||||
| Carl is a fairly good looking African American gone a little soft around the middle. He keeps himself well groomed and dresses in Wally World fashions meaning not expensive but not too cheap. He is black hair is cut close, maybe a half inch and the grasses he needs to read are photo grey and darken to nearly black in the sun. | |||||
| BACKGROUND | |||||
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The young man hit the ‘save’ followed by the ‘Start’ and logged out. The computer screen changed to the Log-in screen and he pushed back from the desk. At last, it was done. Carl C. Turner was twenty-eight, good-looking and a native of Richmond California. He’d grown up with a single mother, lived with his grandmother in one of the poorest areas in the Bay Area and yet managed to graduate at the top of his high school class. He was a graduate of UCLA, a full ride scholarship, specializing in mechanical engineering and robotics. For the last five years he’d worked his ass off for the U.S. Government, starting out playing gofer for some upper level GS. He stayed late, came in early and finally got a chance to show what he could do. Turned out he was a genius at robotic design. It also turned out that the more he came up with, the more crap got dropped on him to resolve and the less recognition came his way. As with all projects, the higher up you were in the management, the more credit you took to yourself, even at the expense of those with actual talent. Carl hated that. He was so tired of watching those over him raking in the huge bonus checks while he chugged along on his base pay. Finally, he'd had enough. Working late and coming in early had its rewards, like being able snoop around until you found somebody else’s log-on and password. It worked out especially well when the idiot that wrote that information down is your supervisor. Carl worked quickly, writing little programs to activate in a given order, sending various components out for ‘contractor’ work and generally setting up those managers directly above him. From start to finish, his whole plan took only four days, a Friday through the following Monday. All of the shipments left the government base on Friday and arrived at an address his boss rented via various delivery companies Saturday. That gave him Sunday to get it all moved and hidden. Monday the computer bombs he’d left behind went off ten minutes after his boss arrived. He joined in the bitching as the computer system locked up and dumped everything onto the internet but secretly smiled, knowing only one copy of the data would be more than garbage. All of it pointed to his boss and in the ensuing uproar, Carl C. Turner joined in the offce disblief that the man they'd all been working for was a traitor. As with many government project during a crisis, this one came under increased scrutiny and when the investigation was completed Congress decided to pull the funds. With the funds gone, the project dried up and the lay-offs began. Carl was one of the first to go but it didn't worry him. He had a plan. What had disappeared during that weekend was a prototype powered armor system destined for the U.S. Army. Now it would never see the light of day, at least not as intended. It took three months and nearly all of the money in his savings to make the system fully operational and less than five minutes to have everything fall to pieces. Packing the combat suit, called a C.A.N. into a rental truck, Carl drove north toward Seattle. There was no way he would risk uing the thing near its point of origin and besides, Ghost Archer operated out of San Francisco and he had no desire to test the machine's metal again that particular individual. So, north, across Oregon and into Washington state. Still he did not intend to try the thing out these as the Seattle Hunt was every bit as dangerous as Ghost Archer. Instead he headed up the Olympic Peninsula until he found a secluded spot and drove the truck deep into the forest. From there it was a matter of assembly and final testing. Everything worked perfectly. Just across the Canadian border was a bank that functioned as a gold depository for Western Canada and Carl's target was just a portion of that gold. By his reckoning he would be able to stack nearly one hundred of the bars into a basket he'd purposely welded to the C.A.N. and knowing the system, he had no fear of it overloading. Once he'd gathered his loot, he'd slip into the Sound and disappear. Let the Canadian Coast Guard try to track him! One thing Carl did not expect though was the possibility that someone else might be interested in that gold on that night . . . and so Carl met Zodiac, or at least three members of the team. For a few moments things were tense until Sagittarius started laughing. "What the fuck are you laughing at," Leo demanded. Sagittarius whipped her eyes. "Don't you see it?" "See what?" her fiery partner said as she stared at the mechanical contraption between them and their gold. "Come on, Ron!" Sagitarrius snorted. "Taurus told us to watch for a Cancer." "Holy shit!" It was Leo's turn to laugh. Their exchange and the fact both were incredibly sexy gave the third member of the team time enough to move around behind the armored man. Aries wrapped his arms around the man and hoisted him off his feet. Carl panicked when the suits powerful hydraulic system whined but could not break free. "Oh put him down, Aries," Sagittarius said. Leo was there directly in front of Carl when Aries set his feet back on the floor "Pop the top, sweetie," she said allowing her flame to die down. The beautiful redhead smiled at him and rested a hand on the shoulder of the suit. "Or I'll melt you into a puddle of slag." He pressed the release and the top hissed open. "Well, well," Leo said giving him a long look. "Not bad, not bad at all . . . What's your name?" "Leo," a deep male voice said from behind Carl. "Cops are coming." Leo rolled her eyes and looked annoyed. "Okay," she said. "Since you already opened the vault, grab what you can and let's get out of here." "You're letting me go?" Carl asked, a little surprised. There was a movement behind him and the one called Aries stepped out of the vault with a full pallet of gold bar balanced on one shoulder. "Never mind, you're Cancer," Leo said. "Grab something and we're out of here." Carl had time to tumble about seventy-five bars into his catch basket before Leo said "Enough! Time's up!" And Carl found himself someplace else, someplace where the only sight out the windows was the Milky Way Galaxy. |
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| POWERS/TACTICS | |||||
| Cancer is still finding his place in the group. He is able to act as a backup to Aries but prefers to operate in a defensive mode to protect the weaker members of the team. | |||||
| PERSONALITY/MOTIVATION | |||||
| Carl was a frustrated government drone who chaffed at his work being credited to others and he took his revenge. In spades. Not only did he get the C.A.N. suit but he got his boss jail time, and the guy above him and the guy above him. Then he got severance pay! And no one suspected. He knew the severeance wouldn't last but he had plans for that too. Zodiac changed all that. He liked the idea of working with one of the most dangerous and successful criminal organizations in the world plus they had access to tech beyond what was available to him, tech he could use to improve the C.A.N. system, tech that would make him the equal to any of them and give him a constant source of money. Besides, he like Pisces. | |||||
| CAMPAIGN USE | |||||
| Cancer is a shield. | |||||
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Created: Mon, 9 Sep 2019 10:57:38
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