Citizen Information NAME: Marcus Cross ALIAS: Cross STATUS: Alive CID: 95721 AGE: 27 FAMILY COHESION: Unstable OCCUPATION: Conscript Private, Bartender at V-1, Intern at ISD CITIZEN STATUS:Tier One
Physical Information PHYSICAL STATE: Athletic HEIGHT: 6'2” WEIGHT: 215lbs EYES: Blue HAIR: Dirty Blonde ETHNICITY: Caucasian NOTABLE FEATURES: Usually seen smirking/smiling
PSYCHOLOGICAL INFORMATION MENTAL-STATE: Stable MENTAL DISABILITIES: N/A KEY PERSONALITY TRAITS: Eager, Cold, Humorous, Polite, Loyal KNOWN INTERESTS: Guns, Smoking, Reading LANGUAGES: English
Individual Relations LOVES / ADMIRES / RESPECTS / BEST FRIEND / FRIEND / ACQUAINTANCE / DISTRUSTS / DISLIKES / HATES / DECEASED / FEAR To be added, just ask! I'm very forgetful.
Klaus Altmann Got here on the same train as me, at the same time. Was nice to me then, and is nice to me now. No reason not to see this man as my best friend that's actually present. He and I haven't actually been through that much, all things considered, but we're still close. Even when we got our apartments, we got the same building. Seems almost like fate at this point. Definitely fate, as I keep seeing him on my deployments. Brother is dedicated to getting the CWU job, and I'm rooting for him.
Troy Henry Hardwick One of the first folks I actually met in the city, and somehow it was a High Councilor. Immediately put me to work, too, but that's what I asked. Then of course the next day I got to star in a movie cause of him. The man's given me plenty of opportunities, and for that, I am forever grateful.
Wyatt Callaway A fellow southern man, he and I met and were almost instantly in each other's good graces. Must be that Southern Hospitality I talk about so much. Still, talking about opportunities presented, this guy's given me so much in my first two weeks here. The job I love that keeps me on my feet, the binder that keeps me motivated, and of course, a political goal to work towards. Mister Callaway, you have given me so much. Still, with the meetings with Joe I've had, I am worried that you will end up cutting me loose like you did him. Next time I see ya, I'll get your side of the story, though.
Sergeant Twenty It's not like I really know you, but it's not like you really know me, either. Still, that didn't stop you from risking your ass just to save my own. That was some seriously ballsy shit. Heroic shit. Shit I didn't think cops were capable of. Thank you, Twenty. All of that, PLUS a drink we shared? And I saw that face of yours? AND you've seen that I got a ghost haunting me and at least (somewhat) believe it? Whether you like it or not, we're friends now, buddy. Of course, I know to treat ya different in the City, but that ain't stopping this friendship.
ElsaBecker A collaborator and a woman I consider my friend. It's clear she doesn't know what to think of myself just yet- which is fine, I did just show up after all. But, she's grouped with Hardwick and Callaway, being a part of some folks that have given me the opportunities to grow in this city. I think she sees something in me that they also see, since she consistently frequents my bar and stays to chat. I look forward to her showing up and ordering her noodles or soup. We're definitely friends, there's no doubt about it. We always say hey to each other, and we always end up talking for at least half an hour. You and I shared a moment in the Nexus, a conversation I never expected to have with you. I'm not certain if it was because you were scared, or because you trust me, but that conversation meant a lot to me. Still though- I feel as if I left something unsaid, there. Something on the tip of my tongue I can't quite express. Did you feel it, too? Or were you too worried about the ongoing chaos...?
Vlada 'Vee' Cheremnykh One of the first citizen friends I made, I think she showed up a day after I did. Still, she and I have been rather active, both getting our names known in the ISD through an internship, and getting a storefront to work in. She's a nice gal, but there's something about her that feels... off. Not sure if it's just her nerves making her the way she is, or if she doesn't really believe what she's preaching. Either way, despite our friendliness, I feel a need to keep an eye on her. Despite our friendship. Not sure what changed, but I feel like you're in it for the long run, now. Like any other loyalist I meet. Moreso than you were before. I trust that you'll make it to Tier One sooner rather than later.
Eleanor 'Ellie' Marchand Dean of the CMU and overall a really good friend. She confirmed the existence of... him. The "Man in White" as I've deemed him. Apparently, according to her, City Twenty Four is no stranger to the supernatural. Still, it weirds me out. Hopefully one day she and I can get to the bottom of this mystery, but it somehow doesn't seem to bother her. There's something I just have to admire about that... You told me you were going to City One... good luck with that. I was there a few years back, and it was destabilizing then, I can only imagine what it's like now. Still, I... worry for her. A feeling I rarely feel for myself, or others. Glad to see you made it back from City One, and all in one piece, as well. I'm not too sure of what happened over there, but since you came back you seem more... analytical...
Daan 'Spit-Bucket' Helsinki Well Spit-Bucket, you're the reason why I don't exactly hate the underclass. You're a good man, a good soldier, and from what I have seen, you want to be better. Still, that doesn't mean I'm not keeping an eye out for you in case a rebel speaks some Finnish and makes a point that you agree with- I'm prepared to do what's necessary. Still, that doesn't mean we can't be friends. If you really are a full-time Conscript now and no longer have that bomb on your neck, that would calm my nerves greatly... we'll see next deployment.Spit-Bucket, you almost died, but I wouldn't let ya go like that. You and me? We're in this together, now. Battle Brothers, until the end. Always in each other's Element. I'm sorry for ever having any amount of distrust. Well I be damned. You actually made it back to the city! Not only that, I saw you around, got to sit in a booth with ya and talk to you like you're any other citizen. You're proof that this program works, and I couldn't be prouder of you.
Nils Flügel A friendly acquaintance whom I would like to call friend one day. He and I talking is what convinced me to join the CSF. One of the best choices I've made since I got here. Thanks for that, Nils. You've changed the course of my career in City Twenty Four, for the better.
Hikaru Inoue A fellow conscript, though this is one I met in the city. Rare, for the Genevan Guard... but usually nice the few times it happens. An absolute giant of a man, this fella was definitely bread from the lineage of some Sumo folk. Need to tell him that, maybe even get him a nickname in the Guard... Sure he'd appreciate it more than a name like "Spit-Bucket". Either way, nickname or not, Hikaru is a good friend. A new friend, but a good one. I look forward to seeing you more in both the Binder and the Battlefield. Us Volunteer Conscripts gotta stick together, y'know? Show the Auxiliaries a proper example of battlefield loyalism. But... there's somethin' about ya. Don't know how else to describe it except it's kinda a... sinister feeling.
Veronica Veronica... Eleven... what a woman. I met her at the depot, Delta-57. Once again I was deployed, this time with an outlands cop. I knew they did it differently in the outlands, but I never realized just how different it all is. I shared a drink with you and Twenty, saw y'all's faces, and almost died with y'all. Yet, we prevailed. Veronica prevailed, even after being critically wounded. I haven't said anything to her about it, but I was checking on her as she was being worked on. I was... worried for her. More than I've worried about others, or myself. Even after I embarrassed myself the first night we met with my drinking, I couldn't help but worry for her, even when I thought she wouldn't want to speak with me. But then, she did. She saw past the childish games my fellow Conscripts played, and approached me once they were far enough away. I looked into her eyes, being lost in the moment, the world around me disappearing as the sands beneath my feet suddenly felt as if I was walking on air. Her chestnut brown hair contrasting heavily with the bright yellow grounds. In that moment, I truly fell for you... I hope to see you again, soon.
Joe Moter Joe... Joey, the Casino Man. Callaway's enemy number one... and my friend. The best wingman anyone could've asked for, you spoke to me after I spoke with Eleven... told you how she made me feel. A feeling you actually gave a name to... love. For that alone, for helping me realize my love, I owe you so much. But then, I lose my bet in one of your blackjack games which makes me hate you vividly... even if Rick's the dealer, heh. All joking aside, you are a brother-in-arms for me, a friend, wingman, and storyteller. You've known all the people I've met before they were who they claim to be, and have opened my eyes in more ways than one. One day, I hope to see you back in the City. One day, I hope I can help you come back.
Rick Ketterson The Old Man... the Blackjack Dealer, and the manner of the Mounted Machine Gun. Good man, enjoy conversing with him. Though, to be honest, I still don't feel like I know him too well. Still, that ain't stopping me from enjoying his company. One of my wingmen, along with Joe. I feel like fate has been unkind to you as it has been to Joey, and I hold out the same hopes for you as I do for him. I yearn for the day where I can see you in the City and get a beer with ya. Until then, however, we stay drinking after battles. I feel like I'm caught in the middle with you, Joey, and Callaway. All men I respect, yet all at each other's throats.
Combine Civil Administration All of you have helped me so much. I owe y'all so much... thank you.
Overwatch Transhuman Arm
Big augmented guys. Helpful in a fight, especially cause I'm on their side. Anyone who ain't? Suckers.
Civil-Protection
Used to think y'all were just assholes doing your job. I guess on some level you still are... still, that doesn't mean I'm gonna forgot what Twenty did for me. Even if I'm getting the shit beaten out of me.
Conscript Stabilization Force/Genevan Guard Brothers in arms, we have a bond that is inseparable. Even if I'm still brand new to this, y'all can see I'm not brand new to holding a gun, and am in fact quite good at it. Y'all see my worth for what I truly am, and this is a brotherhood that cannot be shattered by any simple means. Though I think some of the Penal Conscripts are fucking idiots. I stand corrected. Even the Penal Conscripts are good folk.
Civil-Medical Union
They help me when I am sick, and there are some nice folks there. Nothing bad to say about them, really.
Civil-Workers Union
The workers who are sometimes around and sometimes not. Nothing too bad except they're lazy sometimes. Ain't we all, though? Have been on a few deployments where workers were present, made me respect the work they do more. Lotta manual labor, lotta bullshit, but hey, it's the job.
Citizens
Normal folks. The lifeblood of my bar. As long as the bar is popular, I like y'all.
Slummers
Worse Citizens, but better Rebels. I guess some of y'all are trying, and I guess technically some of my fellow CSF are slummers... But still, y'all's reputation precedes you.
Rebels Enemy number one. First man I killed was a rebel, and so were all the ones after him. Fucker's never really stood a chance. Plus, if they kill me, I got the full might of the Combine not far behind me, so I know my death with be at least somewhat vindicated with the blood of my enemies. Still, even if they are the end of me, I'd rather die to a human than those fucking frogs.
Vortigaunts Gross. Guess my first kill was technically a Vortigaunt, or some Biotic like them. Either way, it's like if I said my first kill was a deer I hunted when I was seven- it doesn't hold the same weight to it as killing a proper human being.
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