Haven't really done this stuff before, so it's bad but whatever.
Name: Lou Kasey
Occupation: Freelance Information Broker
Height and Weight: 6' 200 pounds.
Physical Appearance: Mediumism unkempt brown hair, black hemp sports jacket with an untucked white shirt underneath, black chino pants, black skate shoes and sunglasses.
Prosthetics: Left arm, eyes and ears.
Electronics Skills: Capable of rewiring visual and audio information to his prosthetics, seeing, hearing and storing what the camera / computer / cell phone / prosthetics do. Can alter or wipe information his targets currently have stored (excluding human memories). Can leave trackers to keep tabs on new information
Other Skills: Knowledgeable in self defense. Decent with a knife. Good at remaining hidden.
Brief History: Although Lou's family was by no means a bad one, he spent most of his time away from them. Wondering the city and and it's sprawling alleyways, giving him the knowledge of local cultures and the opportunities to make connections in the city's underground. He lived out in the streets for the most part, getting by job by job, for a while at least. After getting arrested for petty charges - and his parents refusal to post bail- he spent a year in jail. It was there that he developed a love for people watching. Information was worth a lot there, enough to motivate him to risk his life acquire it. After his release he enrolled in a computer sciences class, and privately studied other related subjects to the end of capitalizing upon his new found skill set.
He was fairly successful for a while, lived in a decent apartment, got some nice clothes, smoothed things over with the family. It was all a bit short lived though, one of the bombings left him blind, deaf and without a left arm. The prosthetics drained his bank account, between the surgeries and the illegal modifications made -which didn't take long to get him arrested-. Given the option to a serve much longer sentence, or apply to ECD, it didn't take him long to decide.
RP Sample: "hahaha oh Mr. Yiddermen, you're such a naughty boy " his sarcasm slurred by the cigarette between his lips.
"What. Are. We. Gonna..d-d-dahahahahaha" he x's out of the recording and sends it to his client. He can't bare to watch the rather intimate scene Mr Yiddermen anymore. He silently puffs while waiting for the funds to transf- oh hey. There they are. He lights himself another victory cigarette as he strolls out the door towards the park and what the hell? He sneaks another quick peak and the Yiddermen video through his prosthetics.