Zen Hawke All Dead
Posts : 6 Join date : 2009-12-20
| Subject: OC: Zen Amano Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:47 pm | |
| Muse InformationName: Zen Amano Nickname: Phones Age: 19 Sexuality: He usually refers to himself as "asexual" because he thinks he has no time for romance. If he were to be COMPLETELY honest, he'd be bi-curious at least. Birthday: July 18th CharacteristicsHair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Olive Height: 5'9 Weight: 130 lbs Special Characteristics: Wears glasses, always has a huge pair of headphones on. PersonalityLikes: Music Computers Technology Reading Cats Dislikes: People who can't use a computer properly in this day and age. Strengths: Somehow he manages to get shit done even when he more work than he can handle. If he takes a job he will get it done no matter what. Weaknesses: Has a short fuse. Especially when he's under a lot of pressure. He also has a habit of being pretty blunt with people. Personality Description: Zen is quiet and usually keeps to himself, like most hackers. He will take on any job as long as he finds it interesting. He thinks people who hack each other's myspaces are juvenile. He'd much rather spend his time attempting to crack open the codes surrounding the Pentagon's security systems -- and that's what he does for LIESURE. He is cunning and a quick thinker. Usually he has a scenario figured out approximately three steps ahead of the rest of the people involved. Because of this he finds other humans to be rather disgusting. He spends hours contemplating diffidcult topics like human nature sometimes. HistoryAffliation: Drifter...? He's a freelance hacker, so he just takes jobs as they come to him. Nationality: Japanese-American History: Zen knew he would be a hacker from the day he entered high school. He practiced on the school computers, often causing the entire network to have meltdowns on a regular basis. (He once RickRoll'd the library computers while simultaneously blasting "Never Gonna Give You Up" from the PA system.) After graduating with a fake grade point average, he was scouted by a mysterious organization called R.E.D. (he still never found out what the achronim stood for) who would send him puzzles through email every now and then, challenging him to crack the codes. Later on, Zen did a little digging and discovered that his mysterious contacts from R.E.D. were members of the mafia. Now that he knew their secret, he figured that he had the upper hand. He was quickly proven wrong -- whoever R.E.D. was had planned everything from the start in order to shape Zen into the genius hacker he is today. After this had been explained to him R.E.D. told him that he would be "taking his leave" but would return for his brilliant pupil someday, eventually. Currently, Zen works as a hacker for government officials and criminal groups alike undeer the alias "Phones" which was given to him by his first client, a man by the name of Justin Case. Personal InformationName: Zanney Age: 21 Rule Check: I'm a ninja who can control milk with my eyes! Roleplay Sample: - Quote :
- "I think I've had enough idle chatter for now." the distorted voice spoke through the huge computer screen in the Pentagon's control room. It sounded monotonous, almost bored. The military officials gaped at it. As of this bastard had any right to order them around! "You forget, gentlmen, that I do not work for free. I'm not cheap labor either, I'm afraid." The voice chuckled slightly, and the smirk on his face was evident even though the only visual that the Pentagon could get of him was an animation of a smiling emoticon with cat ears, glasses and gigantic headphones.
After a brief uproar, the control room fell silent as all those present realized that there was no way they could afford to let Phones get away now that he knew what they needed. He could potentially sell the information to terrorists, the mafia, or worse. As they sat about twiddling their thumbs, Phone's mascot meowed lazily and began to groom itself on the screen. "Even Chester's gotten bored with waiting for you." the voice of Phones said, stifling a yawn. "Will I be hearing from you sometime this year, gentlemen?"
The commanding officer held up a hand, giving the okay for his subordinates to hear Phones's terms. "Very well." the technical liason said into her headset. "What are your terms, Phones?"
Phones chuckled again, and the cat emoticon grinned at her. "Let's talk business, hm?" | |
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