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"You're kidding."
"You're kidding."
That's all he could say when he first got word of his ''re-assignment''. Now? He was onboard a Razor Train heading due south to Geneva; the belly of the beast.
Salazar shook his head, looking down at the 'Infraction Log' before him as he took another drag of the cigarette. He was the chatoyant of the Neo-Bourgeoisie, who took up work with City-13 in only a few years back in 2019, utilizing his charms to get a start in the political game as an up-and-comer.
- - At least until that dinner...
He sighed, his gaze shifting out the window as his train passed over a light bridge, electronic hymn filling the air.
"Chevalier... slimy bastard. They should've sent me instead of your sorry ass to begin with."
He picked up the photos of both Chevalier and Vivienne from the small folding table before turning to the seat next to him, pursing his lips as he looked over a pile of luggage and cherished belongings... along with a humble portrait of himself.
"...At least they got the nose right."
"You're kidding."
That's all he could say when he first got word of his ''re-assignment''. Now? He was onboard a Razor Train heading due south to Geneva; the belly of the beast.
Salazar shook his head, looking down at the 'Infraction Log' before him as he took another drag of the cigarette. He was the chatoyant of the Neo-Bourgeoisie, who took up work with City-13 in only a few years back in 2019, utilizing his charms to get a start in the political game as an up-and-comer.
- - At least until that dinner...
He sighed, his gaze shifting out the window as his train passed over a light bridge, electronic hymn filling the air.
"Chevalier... slimy bastard. They should've sent me instead of your sorry ass to begin with."
He picked up the photos of both Chevalier and Vivienne from the small folding table before turning to the seat next to him, pursing his lips as he looked over a pile of luggage and cherished belongings... along with a humble portrait of himself.
"...At least they got the nose right."
"Julius Dominique Salazar", fourth to his name and last heir to his parents former Real-Estate Empire. A walking autocratic tycoon who's interests lay in limbo between self-serving greed and ideological allegiance. Born August 14th, 1971 to Marie Salazar and Baptiste Salazar in Miami Florida, his upbringing was that of the higher-class. He went to school abroad, getting a degree in Harvard Business, as well as proper French and Italian during his time in Marseilles and Rome.
A Con-Man through and through, Julius made a fortune off various scams and forms of fraud, a habit that'd follow him to his train now.
Most of his days post-liberation were spent freelance. He did 'odd-jobs' for local administrations across the East Coast and Western Europe, only making it by his wits.
In two-thousand-and-eighteen, he fully relocated to City 13, leveraging some old connections to get a gig as the local MOC Supervisor for District 7 before going on a 'hiatus' to City 8, returning a year later only to resign from the Ministry to join the MOE as a Director full-time.
- -...Up until that dinner that is.
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Steam Name: Processed Grain
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:222027191
Discord Name & ID: processed_grain
