Name: Mach Oscar Maro
Age:23
Gender:Male
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185lbs.
Appearance:
Born from a strange family of complete opposites. His Father, blonde haired green eyed, his mother black hair brown eyes. He's got signs of both. His mother gave him the long black hair the reaches down to mid back. Everything about him seems to take from both sides, mixing up to be a rather abstract look that seems perfected in him.
His normal look outside of work comes from his father. The clothe pants lined with chains and spikes that scream goth. He likes to make his clothes clash with a white t-shirt and his favorite black pants. With a chain chocker on his neck, the trench coat seems to mix in well. The bowler hat with a skull pin seems to make everything match well.
Inside his job, he wears a normal business suit. Black coat, black pants, black tie on a white t-shirt. His coworkers would never recognize him, and that's how he likes it.
Personality:
He tries to always make people guess what he really is doing. nothing he does makes sense. One moment he is shaking your hand the next he is trying to cut it off.
Besides this, he likes to always make people laugh. Even when he's ready to break, he's still cracking jokes. "The world is ending and I don't have a beer!" is one of his famous lines. He has the ability to always see the bright side of things, rather the bright side is good for others or not.
Bio:
Growing up around computers, machines, robots and technology in general made him fall in love with new things. Although his mother quit high school early, she was a very smart girl, quiting because it didn't challange her. With her education at a stand still she taught herself how to live without having to resort to illegal actions.
Mach's technological know-how didn't come from his mother though. It came from his dad. His father, a former soldier, learned everything he could with recent technology. Random machines from a 2000kw generator to a high age new computer filled his house at random places.
When his father and mother finally met, it was a match made in haven. Mach was born of this match. Mach's birth gave them both a new life to build for.
Mach's father taught him everything he knew, wanting him to carry on his collection. His mother taught him how to deal with life and it's random hiccups.
Then the world went dark.
Mach doesn't understand it all. He was still pretty young. He was only five. All technology ended. All but a few computers. His father owned one. Then the reconstruction happened. His father was part of the reconstruction group.
When Mach was old enough he followed his father's legacy, joining the same company.
Sample Post:
Mach suffled through the papers on his desk. So many reports to file.
The recent reports on up coming predicitions on new virus types. The recent development of Gundam usage. New Divers that have surfaced. New hackers that have appeared. He stops on this report.
Looking over it he notices some familiar names. He was always trying to keep up to date on new hackers and was the man to go to about any hacker. It wasn't until recently that he had decided to start diving himself. Hunting them became easier on the Digital Realm these days. It's no longer the easy way of following a proxy and an IP.
These new VIs are giving him more headaches then anything. They are hard to track and even harder to trace back to a human. He'll find a way though. He always does.
Um yeah..... *twitch twitch* Please nex the dead parents, revenge bit. I wish I knew where it was, but there was a post about this in the rules before.
