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Username: Jett Stryker
They call you: Spencer Raxephlon (Rax-ef-lon)
Age: 21
Orientation: Strictly Straight
Choice of weapon: His revolver named MIA. Though it is unknown if the name is derrived from the military term Missing In Action, or the name of his lost girlfriend. He refuses to speak her name.
The person you hold dear:
My girlfriend. She was killed in a peaceful demonstration two years ago, ever since I've never been able to forgive myself for keeping her close. I couldnt protect her, but now I'll do anything I can to avenge her and bring down this peice of s**t system that took her from me.
Your life story:
I was born in a poor slum of the city, you know, the place that they dont excatly give a whole lot of exposure. My mom had Tuberculosis and died when i was seven. My dad was an officer in the military but was discharged thanks to his alcoholic tendancies. It wasn't too surprising, afterall he was rarely around. I had to take care of myself for the most part.
I was about fifteen when I met rose. My buddies and I snuck into one of those crazy high class clubs on the clean side of town, we met out on the dancefloor but I thought she was just some primped and pretty stuck up rich girl, like all those others. After that night, I was convinced I had to have her. I did everything I could to stay closeby. Her parents did approve of us and so I had to keep a low profile, not all that easy to do on those white walled streets when you're covered in dirt and ride a Vintage Gasoline bike.
She ran away when we were seventeen, but she couldnt shake the idea she was meant to make a difference in this world. She was convinced that she had a calling to fix this messed up society we all lived in, having to watch what we say, eat, wear, drink, think. she beleived in a place we could all live in peace without stress or worry or fear.
Those ideals took her from me, she went out one afternoon to a demonstration she and her friends had been putting together. There was a mixed race couple living in an appartment across the street, the government didn't approve and demanded the two of them end it or they would be detained and "re-educated." When someone was re-educated, they were rarely heard from again.
This demonstration was supposed to be a peaceful plea for the military to leave the couple alone... It ended up a massacre, a vicious bloodbath.
I visited my dad that day... I took his gun. Since then, Ive vowed to repay the leaders of this ******** up nation we live in for all the pain they've caused everyone I know. My life is a testament to all the screw ups they have caused in turning their backs to the people who live under their feet.
Other:
Spen isn't an expert gunman, however his skills are very impressive. He is always practicing.
Also he drives a motorcycle, not exactly the most popular move in this 'perfect' society
This is me: Spencer Raxephlon