Robert Addison
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| Robert Addison | |
| Player: @Therra Arcson | |
| Origin: | ' |
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| Archetype: | Mastermind |
| Threat Level: | ' |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Robert Addison |
| Known Aliases: | too numerous to list |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Unknown, appears to be 30s perhaps |
| Height: | 5'10 |
| Weight: | 160 |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Black, some grey |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | ' |
| Occupation: | Arms dealer, cloner |
| Place of Birth: | South Africa |
| Base of Operations: | None |
| Marital Status: | None |
| Known Relatives: | None known |
| Known Powers | |
| Appears to be normal human | |
| Known Abilities | |
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| Equipment | |
| .45 handgun. Various small arms. Clones of various effectiveness, including duplicates. | |
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Public information
Name: Robert Addison Alias: [Redacted] [Redacted] [Redacted] DOB: Unknown
This notice is going out to all international law enforcement partners. At 2:38 AM CET, 16 Oct 2021, Robert Addison was found deceased in his cell in [Redacted], France. Autopsy, forensic (DNA) analysis and PMPP (Postmortem psi profiling.) We can state with confidence this is Robert Addison. Prosecution is being terminated, though investigation into the actions of the Agency and his allies is ongoing. task force operations and priorities will be discussed during next meeting at [Redacted]
- IACTF End
-ATrak network- "I won't believe it 'til I stop seeing the bodies. Man was a cloner."
23 Oct 2021 - Potential sighting in Jakarta 26 Oct 2021 - Potential sighting, Grand Cape Mount, Liberia 10 Nov 2021 - Potential sighting, Miami, FL, USA...
Background
Childhood
Robert Addison was born in Apartheid-era South Africa. His mother was a mixed-race housekeeper. His father was a businessman from Latin America, himself a mulatto. His father left - either actually left or was killed - when Robert was about two, leaving himself and his mother poor. His mother picked up another job, and so was rarely home, leaving her son to fend for himself fairly often, though not by choice.
And so Robert did what a mixed-race kid in a classist, racist society did to survive. He got into trouble. He found a group of boys that seemed to accept him and ran with them. He learned early on not to give trust very easily. As he grew, he came to bury emotions and learned to see people as things to be used. His mix of pragmatism and ruthlessness got him in control of the gang that was growing around him. He used who could be used, culled who couldn't... and then did something surprising, to anyone looking in from outside.
Robert had learned about the other members of his gang, and he made sure the most promising - and most cunning - went back to school and took it seriously. Robert knew just being a gang member would lead to prison or death, possibly both. He'd seen the dealers. He'd seen the gangs and mercenaries fighting. And he knew to make it, not only would he have to know more, but so would those around him.
The turnaround, while not trusted by all the teachers or parents, was eventually accepted. His gang soon had several straight A students pursuing their own areas of interest... and feeding those interests back to the gang. The science "nerds?" Started mixing custom drugs to sell at a premium. The math wizzes started doing books and looking for places to make, hide, and invest money. Gym, of course, kept everyone in shape somewhere they wouldn't get shot. Shop taught others machining and design. And the "clever" ones, the ones that didn't have a specialty?
Well, they listened and watched. Opened up opportunities and shut down threats before they got their footing.
They thrived, and they knew who they owed it to. They spread out, the authorities not noticing a gang turning into an organization. And they got into new ventures. Drugs and prostitution went hand in hand - as did blackmail with some of those same encounters. They were protected by the weapons created and improved with shop skills. And with computers and bulletin boards - later the internet, and cell phones - hacking and the gathering (and manipulation) of information turned quite profitable.
The gang had even started going international, engaging where it could open new markets, even starting to touch on mercenary connections (for a cut) with wars in and around Angola.
Robert left his mother as soon as he didn't need her any more. He doubted she ever noticed, and didn't care if she did. She'd served her purpose and was discarded without looking back. For him, he had an organization to run.
No, not an organization... an Agency.