Zed Zed
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
Zed Zed, of course. | |
Zed Zed | |
Player: @WhiteBishop | |
Basic Data | |
Origin: | |
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Archetype: | |
Security Level: | 10 |
Occupation: | Infiltrator, Clubber |
Personal Data | |
Real Name: | What, you don't believe me? |
Known Aliases: | Double Zed, ZZ |
Identity: | Doubted, but not strongly |
Species: | Human |
Age: | 21...ish |
Height: | 5'9" |
Weight: | Scrawny |
Eye Color: | Dark. Purple? |
Hair Color: | Electrolysis. |
Blood Type: | ?? |
Biographical Data | |
Birthplace: | Evasively answered. |
Birthdate: | Confidential |
Citizenship: | U.S.A. |
Current Residence: | Kings Row |
Religion/Faith: | Kopimist |
Sexual Orientation: | Isn't it obvious? |
Marital Status: | Hungry like the wolf. |
Known Languages | |
At least English | |
Known Relatives | |
None mentioned. | |
Known Powers | |
Electropathy, teleportation. | |
Training / Abilities | |
Dead aim, supernatural sense of place and direction | |
Equipment | |
Dual 9mm semiautomatics, Dual Match Compensators with custom ammunition, Smoke Grenades, Optical Stealth, a host of other dangerous gadgets and drones | |
Footnotes | |
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Contents |
Hiya.
I'm Zed Zed. I work for Spirit of Shadows at Club Nightlife, but most of the time I hang out in the D.
Before you ask, no, dammit. They're not tattoos. They're subdermal antennae, and yes, they were a bitch to get implanted. See how I don't carry a cell phone, but I can still send texts? One of my many talents.
I can't remember how long I've been in Paragon, but it's been a while. I make rent enough to keep from getting kicked out of my fleabag in Kings Row, so I do all right.
For a while, I'd been getting in trouble with Crey and Portal Corp for snooping around in their labs, but I think I've had enough of that for a while. In fact, as of late, I've been doing legitimate work for Portal. They gave me a rifle, and Vanguard gave me some armor. Apparently a record of B&Es is exactly what they look for when staffing Rikti ship raids.
I'm getting way too good at teleporting. Like, sometimes I'll do it on accident good. I don't know if it's a side effect of some Crey tech, or if it's just my mind adapting. So far, hasn't been a real big problem, but it's getting kind of inconvenient to find myself in Pheonix circa 1993 at random intervals.
Most nights, you'll see me jabbering at my compadres in the D, or maybe you'll see me somewhere else like Bliss or at the Rainbow Resistance open house they do once a week.
Friendos
Casey's an honest-to-goodness crystal waver, and I swear he even believes in that crap. Mopey, but we all have low points. His family's got him working double duty learning and teaching that crap to his little brother. I'm so relieved that he's back from that stint in Dark Astoria, and I don't think he realizes how much.
Zach is the guy I call boss-man when he's around. He owns a club, and I don't know what it was, but he hired me more or less on the spot. I wash a couple glasses, I make sure the lights are synced to the music, I keep my head down and I stay out of trouble. Glad to have someone as nice as him looking out for me.
Loni Oh man, I remember when I was nineteen. Not like it was that long ago. I thought I got in trouble, but oh man does he make me look like a risk-averse grandma.
Music
What do I listen to when I wanna jam? Here's my playlist.
What else?
Oh, I use Formspring.