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The grey skies filled with toxic clouds and contaminated rain cover the sun as if it was only a memory in the history books. The city is filled with more misery than there is garbage piling into mountains in the streets. There are now only three realities to life. You are either a suit, a merc or a criminal. Crime is at an all-time high with hundreds of homicides every day in this city alone. Because of the crime the police and national guard had too much on their hands. That is where mercs come in. Citizens who take arms in pursuit of wealth. As long as you pay a merc you can get almost any job done. The merc business as a lot of competition with how many mercs there are now these days. One of these Mercs is Jack Silverman, also known as " The Bloody Steamboat ".
Jack Silverman was one of the first mercs to get into the business and his status is legendary. A professional killer that has done jobs all across the globe in almost every single country. He is incredibly old. A veteran from WW3. Jack has thousands of confirmed kills and is essentially a billionaire from all the jobs he has done, yet he only has the money sit in his account gaining interest. Although he is a living legend, he is not competing as well anymore compared to the new youth who are faster and younger than he could ever hope to be now. Most see him as an amazing role model and celebrity in merc culture. Many hold him in high regard but many see it as a cruel joke that one as old as him is still in the business. The equipment they use is more advanced as well. that goes for his cybernetics as well. He is stuck to his old-fashioned ways. He still prefers metal bullets over the new lasers that all the young kids use these days.
Jack is a cyborg outfitted with incredibly outdated cybernetics. Old rusty gears and steam tech. Jack's arms and legs are replaced with rusty decades outdated robotic limbs. They make his maneuverability slow compared to modern cybernetics, but in turn his limbs give him superb superhuman strength. New robot limbs focus on speed and gadgets, but they were defense and strength-focused. His limbs also made him much taller. Easily over 7 feet tall. Several of his organs are replaced with old machines and jutting from his back are four pipes. Every so often steam would shoot from the pipes jutting from his back.
Jack wears an old and worn brown duster jacket that flows in the wind like a cape most of the time. Under his jacket is thick body armor and protective gear with decades of battle scars and symbols. He has a helmet that fully encloses his entire head. The face of the mas resembles a gas mask that makes his breathing sound creepy and inhuman. The eye lenses are blood red and emit an ominous red glow wherever he looks. His mask has a computer system on the inside allowing him to scan things and have a constant flow of data and statics in his view. Around his waist is a belt with several holsters.
The sound of an older car parking echoed across the street. It was an old-world mustang car outfitted with several weapons and armor attachments. The door to the car opened and " The bloody steamboat " stepped out. his appearance instantly drew attention as his rusty limbs creaked into motion and walked towards the entrance of the large building. The hazardous rain splattered against his armored coat and helmet making a faint sizzling sound. When he opened the door the inside was like night and day compared to the outside. Clean, perfect, bright. He didn't fit in. He stuck out immediately. His sizzling rain dripped from his body and made puddles on the stainless white floor. The pipes on his back blasted out steam and his disturbing breathing sounded from his mask. The red lenses on his helmet glow brighter as he started scanning everyone in the crowded room for the person he was supposed to meet.
Jack Silverman was one of the first mercs to get into the business and his status is legendary. A professional killer that has done jobs all across the globe in almost every single country. He is incredibly old. A veteran from WW3. Jack has thousands of confirmed kills and is essentially a billionaire from all the jobs he has done, yet he only has the money sit in his account gaining interest. Although he is a living legend, he is not competing as well anymore compared to the new youth who are faster and younger than he could ever hope to be now. Most see him as an amazing role model and celebrity in merc culture. Many hold him in high regard but many see it as a cruel joke that one as old as him is still in the business. The equipment they use is more advanced as well. that goes for his cybernetics as well. He is stuck to his old-fashioned ways. He still prefers metal bullets over the new lasers that all the young kids use these days.
Jack is a cyborg outfitted with incredibly outdated cybernetics. Old rusty gears and steam tech. Jack's arms and legs are replaced with rusty decades outdated robotic limbs. They make his maneuverability slow compared to modern cybernetics, but in turn his limbs give him superb superhuman strength. New robot limbs focus on speed and gadgets, but they were defense and strength-focused. His limbs also made him much taller. Easily over 7 feet tall. Several of his organs are replaced with old machines and jutting from his back are four pipes. Every so often steam would shoot from the pipes jutting from his back.
Jack wears an old and worn brown duster jacket that flows in the wind like a cape most of the time. Under his jacket is thick body armor and protective gear with decades of battle scars and symbols. He has a helmet that fully encloses his entire head. The face of the mas resembles a gas mask that makes his breathing sound creepy and inhuman. The eye lenses are blood red and emit an ominous red glow wherever he looks. His mask has a computer system on the inside allowing him to scan things and have a constant flow of data and statics in his view. Around his waist is a belt with several holsters.
The sound of an older car parking echoed across the street. It was an old-world mustang car outfitted with several weapons and armor attachments. The door to the car opened and " The bloody steamboat " stepped out. his appearance instantly drew attention as his rusty limbs creaked into motion and walked towards the entrance of the large building. The hazardous rain splattered against his armored coat and helmet making a faint sizzling sound. When he opened the door the inside was like night and day compared to the outside. Clean, perfect, bright. He didn't fit in. He stuck out immediately. His sizzling rain dripped from his body and made puddles on the stainless white floor. The pipes on his back blasted out steam and his disturbing breathing sounded from his mask. The red lenses on his helmet glow brighter as he started scanning everyone in the crowded room for the person he was supposed to meet.
1 | Aug 13th 2022 23:50