Name: Charles Derek May
Original Name: Feargus O'Neil
Gender: Male
Age: Biological Age: 29. "Official" Age: 36
Nationality: Actual Nationality: Northern Irish. "Official" Nationality: English.
Physical Appearance: 190 cm tall, thin to the point of looking malnourished. Gaunt faced, Charles looks older than he really is thanks to extensive surgery. He has synthetic black eyes and dark brown hair, a buzz cut with visible scars on his head, a nose that has been mashed, smashed, fractured and reset one too many times and looks the part, and an unkempt full beard, which makes him look like a vagrant.
He has lost his right arm up to the forearm, but has not replaced it with a prosthetic one.
He wears a black longcoat with a hoodie, some old jeans (or black pants), and battered old brown boots. The right sleeve of his longcoat has been tied into a knot. When out on the streets, he prefers to keep his hoodie on
Augmentations: Charles' brain has been extensively augmented with experimental CyCorp cyberware. His eyes are also synthetic, offering customized visual intefaces linked to his cyberware augmentations.
His eyes are, on default, in sleep mode, which basically means that they function as regular eyes. When turned on, the black color turns into an artificial bright blue and emit a glow.
Occupation:
Originally: Grey Hat hacker, using a White Hat front as a CyCorp computer security advisor.
Now: None.
Areas of Expertise: Hacking, street smarts.
Areas of Personal Interest: Originally: Anarchist philosophy (especially the likes of Bakunin and Kropotkin), classical literature and music (including late 20th century literature and music, especially old school rock and punk), causing trouble for governments and corporations.
Now: To rid himself of the virus infecting his augmentations
Background: Only child of his family, Feargus never met his father, who died in the war a few months after his birth. His childhood was harsh, as even with his mother's hacking skills and ability to land a job as a security advisor for various firms, wartime economy meant that they were barely making enough money to scrape by.
Things got worse as Feargus entered his teenage years, with his mother being diagnosed with a rare heart disease and the cost for the treatment being astronomically high.
With his mother bedridden and slowly dying and his chances of finding a job in the ruins of post-war Belfast non-existent, Feargus had only one real choice: learn how to hack from his mother's extensive library of books on the subject. He studied rigorously and, after around a year, he did his first job.
His jobs consisted of small stuff for rival gangs or local businesses looking for an edge over their rivals. The pay was good, depending on the job, but it was not enough to cover for his mothers' medical expenses, and so, two years after he set down the path of a black hat, Feargus' mother died from heart failure. The event left him heartbroken and extremely hateful of how society worked, wanting to do what he could to change it.
And so, Feargus used his rage at the world as a drive to become better, honing his hacking skills, doing even more risky jobs. At the aftermath of such a job, his employer set him up, having hired thugs to kill him. Though he evaded capture, his lower right hand was blown off by a stray shotgun blast, which he replaced with a cheap prosthetic one.
Due to this event, most of his contacts abandoned him, thinking him too risky to work with. And so for about a year, Feargus was forced into earning an honest living. He did the odd job here and there, but the pay was abysmal, the work conditions poor, and he received no satisfaction from it. Though he liked the stability of an honest living, he could not get over the rush of adrenaline and the satisfaction of finishing a job.
And so, he ultimately decided to return to the hacking scene. But, if he was going to go back, he needed to go to where the big fish were -if you don't go all in you may aswell not bother- and so moved to London, with the goal of utilising his hacking skills to bring down the megacorporations controlling life there.
Once in London, he rented a cheap, run down apartment, and spent a few months familiarising himself with how things worked. It was during that time that he decided that the best way for him to succeed would be to join one such corp and bring it down from the inside. Not only would working for them come with certain perks (especially in the protection department), but also a believable cover to work under and easier access to their databases. As he was thinking on how he would go about doing that, he received a message with an image of a bee, telling him to go to a certain location at a certain date and time. Curious as to what it meant, Feargus followed the instructions given to him, leading him to a restaurant.
There, he recongised an old acquaintance of his mother's. Not letting this opportunity pass, Feargus re-introduced himself to the man, who was now working at CyCorp. A few drinks and some hours of talking later, Feargus was given the chance to be interviewed for work as a freelancer at CyCorp. He passed with flying colours, and was employed.
Years passed in rapid succession, as Feargus was eventually fully employed by CyCorp and started climbing the corporate ladder. In the meantime, he would at times hack into various corporations -even CyCorp- and Government Agencies, causing them a good deal of trouble. He was at the top of his game. In a way, he felt invincible.
And what goes up, must inevitably go down. During one of his hacks at CyCorp, he, unbeknownst to him, left behind a trail.
A few days after that, he was offered a big job. CyCorp would augment him with experimental cyberware free of charge in return for his working on the development of security measures and firewalls to combat potential cyberware threats. He also received another message from Queen Bee, telling him to reject the job and go into hiding. This time, he ignored the message.
The augmentation process went as planned, and the augments made his job easier than he could ever dream. He kept his part of the bargain and helped on the development of advanced firewalls (leaving behind some loopholes he could exploit at a later date) and other software.
As he was done, though, CyCorp released a dormant computer virus implanted in his cyberware, causing sensory overload and disrupting his nervous system. The strain caused his heart to stop, and he died.
Or at least, so everyone believed.
Feargus woke up from a coma after 4 months with a scar on his chest in some derelict and seemingly abandoned apartment. A message was left next to his bed, explaining to him that Feargus O'Neil was, for all intents and purposes dead. Along with the note came his new identity: Charles Derek May.
Four months have passed since then. As a result of having to cope with the trauma of what he went through and the virus ravaging his brain constantly, Charles has turned into an alcoholic with suicidal tendencies, bereft of direction and purpose
Virus Symptoms: The virus disrupts any kind of augmentations the user may have, rendering them uncontrollable. That is why Charles has not replaced his lost arm again. Unfortunately, his eyes and brain still remain augmented. The virus seems to have random effects, sometimes causing auditory and visual hallucinations, others blurring his eyesight and even turning him temporarily blind. Thanks to the fact that his visual augmentations are, on default, on sleep mode, the symptoms aren't as severe. However, as his eye augmentations are linked to his brain ones, sometimes the virus causes them to activate through the brain, basically turning Charles' life into a living hell. Other than that, it also disrupts his nervous system, causing, for example, random parts of his body to feel numb or even painful. It also disrupts the chemical reactions happening in his brain, causing frequent mood swings, severity of which is varied.
Original Name: Feargus O'Neil
Gender: Male
Age: Biological Age: 29. "Official" Age: 36
Nationality: Actual Nationality: Northern Irish. "Official" Nationality: English.
Physical Appearance: 190 cm tall, thin to the point of looking malnourished. Gaunt faced, Charles looks older than he really is thanks to extensive surgery. He has synthetic black eyes and dark brown hair, a buzz cut with visible scars on his head, a nose that has been mashed, smashed, fractured and reset one too many times and looks the part, and an unkempt full beard, which makes him look like a vagrant.
He has lost his right arm up to the forearm, but has not replaced it with a prosthetic one.
He wears a black longcoat with a hoodie, some old jeans (or black pants), and battered old brown boots. The right sleeve of his longcoat has been tied into a knot. When out on the streets, he prefers to keep his hoodie on
Augmentations: Charles' brain has been extensively augmented with experimental CyCorp cyberware. His eyes are also synthetic, offering customized visual intefaces linked to his cyberware augmentations.
His eyes are, on default, in sleep mode, which basically means that they function as regular eyes. When turned on, the black color turns into an artificial bright blue and emit a glow.
Occupation:
Originally: Grey Hat hacker, using a White Hat front as a CyCorp computer security advisor.
Now: None.
Areas of Expertise: Hacking, street smarts.
Areas of Personal Interest: Originally: Anarchist philosophy (especially the likes of Bakunin and Kropotkin), classical literature and music (including late 20th century literature and music, especially old school rock and punk), causing trouble for governments and corporations.
Now: To rid himself of the virus infecting his augmentations
Background: Only child of his family, Feargus never met his father, who died in the war a few months after his birth. His childhood was harsh, as even with his mother's hacking skills and ability to land a job as a security advisor for various firms, wartime economy meant that they were barely making enough money to scrape by.
Things got worse as Feargus entered his teenage years, with his mother being diagnosed with a rare heart disease and the cost for the treatment being astronomically high.
With his mother bedridden and slowly dying and his chances of finding a job in the ruins of post-war Belfast non-existent, Feargus had only one real choice: learn how to hack from his mother's extensive library of books on the subject. He studied rigorously and, after around a year, he did his first job.
His jobs consisted of small stuff for rival gangs or local businesses looking for an edge over their rivals. The pay was good, depending on the job, but it was not enough to cover for his mothers' medical expenses, and so, two years after he set down the path of a black hat, Feargus' mother died from heart failure. The event left him heartbroken and extremely hateful of how society worked, wanting to do what he could to change it.
And so, Feargus used his rage at the world as a drive to become better, honing his hacking skills, doing even more risky jobs. At the aftermath of such a job, his employer set him up, having hired thugs to kill him. Though he evaded capture, his lower right hand was blown off by a stray shotgun blast, which he replaced with a cheap prosthetic one.
Due to this event, most of his contacts abandoned him, thinking him too risky to work with. And so for about a year, Feargus was forced into earning an honest living. He did the odd job here and there, but the pay was abysmal, the work conditions poor, and he received no satisfaction from it. Though he liked the stability of an honest living, he could not get over the rush of adrenaline and the satisfaction of finishing a job.
And so, he ultimately decided to return to the hacking scene. But, if he was going to go back, he needed to go to where the big fish were -if you don't go all in you may aswell not bother- and so moved to London, with the goal of utilising his hacking skills to bring down the megacorporations controlling life there.
Once in London, he rented a cheap, run down apartment, and spent a few months familiarising himself with how things worked. It was during that time that he decided that the best way for him to succeed would be to join one such corp and bring it down from the inside. Not only would working for them come with certain perks (especially in the protection department), but also a believable cover to work under and easier access to their databases. As he was thinking on how he would go about doing that, he received a message with an image of a bee, telling him to go to a certain location at a certain date and time. Curious as to what it meant, Feargus followed the instructions given to him, leading him to a restaurant.
There, he recongised an old acquaintance of his mother's. Not letting this opportunity pass, Feargus re-introduced himself to the man, who was now working at CyCorp. A few drinks and some hours of talking later, Feargus was given the chance to be interviewed for work as a freelancer at CyCorp. He passed with flying colours, and was employed.
Years passed in rapid succession, as Feargus was eventually fully employed by CyCorp and started climbing the corporate ladder. In the meantime, he would at times hack into various corporations -even CyCorp- and Government Agencies, causing them a good deal of trouble. He was at the top of his game. In a way, he felt invincible.
And what goes up, must inevitably go down. During one of his hacks at CyCorp, he, unbeknownst to him, left behind a trail.
A few days after that, he was offered a big job. CyCorp would augment him with experimental cyberware free of charge in return for his working on the development of security measures and firewalls to combat potential cyberware threats. He also received another message from Queen Bee, telling him to reject the job and go into hiding. This time, he ignored the message.
The augmentation process went as planned, and the augments made his job easier than he could ever dream. He kept his part of the bargain and helped on the development of advanced firewalls (leaving behind some loopholes he could exploit at a later date) and other software.
As he was done, though, CyCorp released a dormant computer virus implanted in his cyberware, causing sensory overload and disrupting his nervous system. The strain caused his heart to stop, and he died.
Or at least, so everyone believed.
Feargus woke up from a coma after 4 months with a scar on his chest in some derelict and seemingly abandoned apartment. A message was left next to his bed, explaining to him that Feargus O'Neil was, for all intents and purposes dead. Along with the note came his new identity: Charles Derek May.
Four months have passed since then. As a result of having to cope with the trauma of what he went through and the virus ravaging his brain constantly, Charles has turned into an alcoholic with suicidal tendencies, bereft of direction and purpose
Virus Symptoms: The virus disrupts any kind of augmentations the user may have, rendering them uncontrollable. That is why Charles has not replaced his lost arm again. Unfortunately, his eyes and brain still remain augmented. The virus seems to have random effects, sometimes causing auditory and visual hallucinations, others blurring his eyesight and even turning him temporarily blind. Thanks to the fact that his visual augmentations are, on default, on sleep mode, the symptoms aren't as severe. However, as his eye augmentations are linked to his brain ones, sometimes the virus causes them to activate through the brain, basically turning Charles' life into a living hell. Other than that, it also disrupts his nervous system, causing, for example, random parts of his body to feel numb or even painful. It also disrupts the chemical reactions happening in his brain, causing frequent mood swings, severity of which is varied.
So, lemme know if anything needs changing. The circumstances of his death and rebirth were left intentionally vague for you to "play" with
