AKFHPhantom
Really Really Experienced
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- Nov 24, 2011
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OOC: I need one female role. Just jump in I guess.
IC:
Name: Unknown, Alias known as Wolfram
Age: Mid Twenties.
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eyes: Originally Blue, but due to nuero-implants, they have turned a cloudy gray.
Hieght: 6'-3"
Appearance: Usually wearing a suit, Wolfram is a half synthetic, his arms from the elbow down are artificial, and are made of extremely tough metals (Tungsten/Titanium Hybrid) His ribs are also made of the same metal compound, the reason for this is from a steel mill automation accident.
Wolfram sat in a café, in the middle of Cyprus, the northern hemispheres trading capital. To most, he looked like an average guy, with Augments (The proper term for Synthetic prosthetics). What most didn't know, was that Wolfram was the head of large portion of the Triad, the one company that had a strong monopoly on the rare minerals market. He controlled, and oversaw all industrial operations. His main workforce for the sub-terrain mining super-giant Verner I was on leave, a two week period of which his two hundred workers were given time to go to the surface, and spend time with their families, friends and to spend the money that they collected from payroll.
He sat at the café, watching people go by. He missed being in the mines, his implants that helped him use his Augments had a side affect, of which made him a social misfit, and ill-tempered. This being said, he was a ruthless buisnessman, and his firm stance on what the prices for his minerals being sold kept him in buisness.
He still longed of course for companionship. Though he couldn't worry about that perhaps, he had to get back to the Triad building to negotiate a large shipment of artificial Platinum sale. As he he was leaving, he abruptly collided with someone. "I'm sorry.." He said, as he glanced at the stranger.
OOC: If your interested, just post first come, first serve
IC:
Name: Unknown, Alias known as Wolfram
Age: Mid Twenties.
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eyes: Originally Blue, but due to nuero-implants, they have turned a cloudy gray.
Hieght: 6'-3"
Appearance: Usually wearing a suit, Wolfram is a half synthetic, his arms from the elbow down are artificial, and are made of extremely tough metals (Tungsten/Titanium Hybrid) His ribs are also made of the same metal compound, the reason for this is from a steel mill automation accident.
Wolfram sat in a café, in the middle of Cyprus, the northern hemispheres trading capital. To most, he looked like an average guy, with Augments (The proper term for Synthetic prosthetics). What most didn't know, was that Wolfram was the head of large portion of the Triad, the one company that had a strong monopoly on the rare minerals market. He controlled, and oversaw all industrial operations. His main workforce for the sub-terrain mining super-giant Verner I was on leave, a two week period of which his two hundred workers were given time to go to the surface, and spend time with their families, friends and to spend the money that they collected from payroll.
He sat at the café, watching people go by. He missed being in the mines, his implants that helped him use his Augments had a side affect, of which made him a social misfit, and ill-tempered. This being said, he was a ruthless buisnessman, and his firm stance on what the prices for his minerals being sold kept him in buisness.
He still longed of course for companionship. Though he couldn't worry about that perhaps, he had to get back to the Triad building to negotiate a large shipment of artificial Platinum sale. As he he was leaving, he abruptly collided with someone. "I'm sorry.." He said, as he glanced at the stranger.
OOC: If your interested, just post first come, first serve
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