George
Willard Networks Whistleblower
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 | -BASIC INFORMATION- NAME: Bill Newton ALIAS: "Butch" NICKNAMES: "N/A" CID: REDACTED GENDER: Male AGE: 24 DATE OF BIRTH: April 15th 1995 NATIONALITY: German PLACE OF BIRTH: Cologne CURRENT LOCATION: Unknown EDUCATION: The Streets OCCUPATION: Past owner of the Newfound Foundation of Fitness | -PHYSICAL INFORMATION- PHYSICAL STATE: ALIVE HEIGHT: 6'2" WEIGHT: 203 lbs EYES: Blue HAIR: N/A ETHNICITY: German BODY TYPE: Strong CLOTHES: Prison Outfit NOTABLE FEATURES: Grumpy, pissed off, |
-PSYCHOLOGICAL INFORMATION- MENTAL STATE: Stable MENTAL DISABILITIES: PTSD INTERESTS: Planning, Leading, Revenge... LIKES: Smoking, Guns, Vortigaunts DISLIKES: Running into things on the fly. KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, German. | -FAMILY- MOTHER: Deceased FATHER: Deceased BROTHER: Erik Newton, Brother |
| -Backstory- Bill's backstory before city 24 is vague, but to make it a "long story short" Most of his time pre city 24 was spent living in the outlands with his brother Erik, before they're both separated in a Portal Storm. Bill was then raised by an old man named "Odis", a fine culinary chef, who taught him how to survive on his own. Eventually they were found by the combine, and taken to City 24. The rest of the characters backstory in the city was taken from his personal journal.  Arrival My first day in this purgatory shit hole we call "City 24" was nothing special, I mostly just walked around and met some new people. Met a few interesting folks called Fillip and James, they seem decent and seem to share a goal of mine, living peacefully. Work shifts are boring as hell, this menial shit is the actual worst and how do they even decide who did the best or worst? No incentive to actually try, this shit is pathetic. The Generator Incident Not even sure how this happened, me and Fillip were just chilling out on the second floor of the RDT, when some random rebel called us over. He had his face covered and asked us if we wanted to make a difference, we said sure and he gave us each some tools and masks. He told us to change clothes and follow him so we did, and in turn we destroyed a major generator in the building. Me and Fillip ran to the loyalist housing, hid there for a while. I hope the other guy made it out. The Great CWU Heist Lucky me, I found an apartment in the slums of all places, and who's the first to come knocking at my door than James. He straight up tells us to follow him, so me and Fillip do, we find the back door of the CWU warehouse unlocked and plenty of workbenches inside. We obviously grab them all and take em back to the apartment, this was serious. The NFF - Beginnings After we found those workbenches I started thinking seriously, I needed similar minded people and more of them. Lucky for me people seem to jump at the chance for any difference in normality. I managed to get a few folk to join me Fillip, Odis (a friend from long ago), Andre and Jimmy were the first four. I invited James but he was sadly preoccupied with futurism or whatever the hell that is, fair play to them. The NFF - Rules We needed some basic rules and this is what I came up with - Don't use real names on Jobs - Our code word for rebel activity or whatever, use initials on fake names only - No stealing from slums - If you aren't comfortable with a job, you don't have to partake in it rest is common sense The NFF - Early Jobs J&N Tools, what a place. We set up a basic system for robbing joints: two go in, one goes on watch, another watches the street. Easy as that. We robbed J&N of tools, storage and even a fucking oven... kinda feel bad for the folks looking back on it. Some point after we stole the oven, Andre runs up to me saying he fucked up, and damn did he. Turns out he tried to sell the oven back to the fucks we stole it from so I improvised, tried convincing them that we were retards that thought an oven was a fucking campfire. Shut the guy up but I'm not 100% sure he believed me. The blue shirt event, what a disaster. I decided to try and find us some legal work in the city, and Mr. Joung's blue shirt loyalist event was just the thing for us. We'd do security for the event, making sure everywhere went smooth- at least that was our job before the Vice CA showed up with around two hundred armed guards. Whatever, we still got paid. The Sanitators As the new kids on the block, we needed contacts. I searched a while for established groups and the first I found were the Sanitators. A guy called Tinker was our way in, got us a meeting with their head called Angel. They were nice enough to hand over some basic equipment and offer their crafting services. Perhaps in future they can be our allies for real. Incident one One random day, shit really hit the fan. Some fight was breaking out in the triumph tunnel, Myself Andre and Filip showed up towards the end... just in time for a gun to be thrown towards Andre. He being the dumbass he is, picks up the gun and gets shot by another unit. Jesus this was awful. Luckily Andre lived but not before some cunt kicked him in the head while he was down, we'll sort him out soon. The "Death" of Filip Helmo We found that guy that kicked Andre and got some help luring him back to our place with this new guy, Slov. We killed that guy, in cold blood. He deserved it. Later on I saw some guy, looked just like Filip being taken away by the CP's saying they mugged a guy, hell they even called him Filip by name, wasn't exactly a coincidence. I consulted the alive Filip and we decided to fake his death, I helped him out of the city and used his death to try and find any snitches in our group, that shit can't be a coincidence. The Newfound Foundation of Fitness I managed to convince Hansen, the head of the DOB, to give us triumph IV, lucky me. I got stuck with a gym sadly but hey, I got a place of my own I suppose. Hansen then revealed to us a route under the city into the slums through the store, so very lucky me. It would seem to become allies with the other side of the tunnel, perhaps we can reach an agreement of sorts. The Kletka Vol.1 The owner of the other side of the tunnel, Stalin, seems to be quite fond of the idea of us living in his basement. That was until some cunt named Andre Jackson moved in to our spot, Apparently Stalin is gonna sort the whole thing out, but who knows at this point. Death? Soon after this point, Bill heard the sirens wailing around him.. He'd sit in his apartment, paranoid that the vending machine fake door was not good enough to shield him from the raid. He was correct in that regard. A squad of six units broke down his door, incapacitating him and taking him away... They'd prod him for information, to which Bill would lie or make up a story out of the blue, managing to bargain enough leverage to change his sentence from a certain death to a life in prison... An option he would take. Escape? Coming Soon... |
| -Relationships- LOVES | ADMIRES | RESPECTS | BEST FRIEND | FRIEND | ACQUAINTANCE | DISTRUSTS | DISLIKES | HATES | DECEASED |
Filip Helmo The finest man around... I hope you are still alive after my disappearance. We shall see... Andre I still don't understand the things you did, truly a master of your craft. You could sell Ice to an Eskimo my friend, I hope to see you again shortly. Zoey Grodno I'm sorry I left things in an argument, it wasn't right. I'm sure you're doing great things now, making me proud. | Erik Newton One of the smartest men I ever new. It was a pleasure seeing you again, if only for a short while. Jimmy To put it nicely, you were fucking insane. The shit we pulled together I'll never forget. Odis You raised me, made me the man I am... I will find you oncemore. |
lmk who else to add lmao, this was from months ago but since he's technically now alive I had to re-do him.
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