Background
All this madness, the blood, the murders, the people and the loss of faith, they no longer fear the dark – when they should. My name is Arthur but I go by many names. You my friend can call me Adema and you my friend have front row seat to a story of horrors. Sit back and keep all hands and feet inside the ride at all times and enjoy.
This city once was beautiful; it would glow under the moonlight. Now one cannot even see the stars, the air is a mixture of rain and sulfur and blood. People have lost their faith, their religion – and for what? To live like modern ghouls inside a shell of what we call society. Shambling forth to AAA Corporation mouths hanging open wallets and SIN’s stretched forth because their electronic Sorceress orders them too. But I am getting carried away. Where is here? The question you’re probably asking. The Big apple, most chuckles for it is big but for the city it once was it is simply not that today. We call it the rotten apple, or my own personnel ‘Hollywood for Wetwork’. A combination of madness and horror. Sure there are good parts of the city but very few. A city owned and controlled by the underworld.
Mobsters control all of Hells Kitchen. The Bronx now a huge red zone, no authority, no structure. The slums of all slums not even a border is present but instead a 18 foot high wall nobody is allowed in or out but of course, when one constructs a fence to negate somebody from entering it simply thrives to tell somebody to at least try –Disobey or Obey, the key words to the criminal foundation found in the rotten apple. This was my foundation, Obey was my god. Simply to not do so was immanent death for me. I was abandoned when I was a child, but I was not alone at all. When I was thrown on the streets it was not hard for me to find shelter, actually it found me. An organization called the Tamanous but I still to this day accepted it as an orphanage. I was raised no different then any other child out there. I was schooled and the orphanage, I went to church. But my beliefs are well different, but nobody wants to hear about my religion or my onslaught of tyranny towards corporations.
There at the orphanage is where I learned of my awakened ability quite a strange day that was let me tell you. At the age of thirteen when I hit puberty I became more of an activist towards the organization. More less they saw this as an opportunity, one that they were deeply needing. I was like any other metahuman out there without a SIN, growing up in the Bronx, the New York Sprawl. I never took place with any of the thousand gangs that surrounded and invaded my daily life, I saw no point for every week somebody was getting back stabbed and killed. A life full of running, drugs, and women was not what I dreamed…The women was a consideration though but nah. Instead I did the organization little work at first, a Adept was a perfect soldier for them. I never had a path, Athlete way, Warrior way…nothing. I preferred more to be all of them a way of my own we called revenge. No it did not corrupt me cause then I really did not know there was a difference. I was a small timer, usually would be eaten alive by the first week but I outlasted them all. I would do spy work, little espinoge bullshit. Locate and find targets, hookers, thugs, business men. All targets to get abducted, usually a ganger who spent most of his time training at the gym had a good heart or a cyberarm. The business man had maybe a MathSPU Alpha grade, or the one hooker blessed with actual beauty. We liked them for they were great to cross breed organs with. I bet your thinking I am a monster, but simply I am not. I know who’s hands to grease and what to eat on the food chain – That is how this world works.
Later at the age of 17 I found my dad, in the Grimacer park now a grave yard more less. Died only 2 years after Tamanous found me, the cause was Dumpshock seems even my farther could not survive. Funny I learned later that none of my parents were awakened which I was always told they must have been, but you and me both know Magic is and will never be fully understood. I moved up the food chain at the age of 16, started doing the messy work. Which is where you find me today right here in the middle of this cold dark room ripping out this gangers SPINE. Not just any spine of course but Sacrum Posterior Implant Nanite Encasing. Yah I don’t know what chummer came up with that name, what a mouth full but Tamanous wanted it. Soon it will be going inside a Prime Minister Council back to Arabia where it will be sold on the black market. See is that not cool or what?
During my years of doing their dirty work, I learned what I felt I need. We Adepts have been considered the perfect soldiers. Really cause for example I can shoot pistols better then most men alive, all thanks to what we Adepts call powers. Yah no fancy name just simply powers. I can outrun a professional Urban Brawler, maybe a cheetah, or even climb the impossible. I mean sure I had to learn how to do all of it of course. I started training using pistols at the age of eight. Shooting bottles and trash cans and such in a open field near the orphanage. I came to like the Slivergun cause of it sheer power really, and well its spread made it easier to hit targets and well that is always helpful really. To this day I really do not like to use any other pistol. I was always blessed with athleticism; I would climb the buildings when I needed a high angle on a hooker. When I was younger three fourths of my week were running and escaping the local gangers who wanted my scalp all cause I would not join them. It became more of a daily chore to avoid them or escape them. When you work for Tamanous the shadows and shades are your friend. Usually I did not sneak up on people but instead I would hide and wait to ambush them, much more fun that way although some call me a coward I call it being smart.
I tend to like my job, what I did had a purpose –Well to me it did. But it was not giving me the adventure I wanted, I need to be doing something too my abilities at least once a week not once a month. I decided to leave, although the Tamanous don’t like people leaving the organization, they understood I would still do their dirty work but others as well. I decided to head to a place I have never been before, somewhere I would like. Denver I always wanted to visit, and surprisingly my job never took me their. I knew their was a small Tamanous organization there, not as big as the rotten apples but it was a new start right?
