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| Name | Henry "Knox" Rydell |
| AKA | 'Knox' 'Henry Knox' 'Mr. Knox' |
| Nationality | UCAS |
| Metatype | ORK |
| Archetype | FIXER . |
| Birthdate | Late 2030's |
| Themesong | Bladerunner Blues |
"You know what they call guys who care about their clothes? Grown ups."
Appearance
A male ork in his late thirties and of mixed Eastern European and Middle Eastern descent. He stands at about 5'8", though it seems perhaps slightly taller due to his ram-rod straight posture. His lanky athletic frame and wide shoulders give off an aloof disposition, a calculated stance. Thick but fairly short salt and pepper hair is oiled and slicked back, a few strands have fallen and frame around his pointed ears, the left pierced with a small hanging cross. A long thick scar starts at his Adams apple and works it's way up across his right cheek ending beneath his roman-esque nose. He sports a bushy goatee with flecks of grey and his two pearl white incisors gleam, showing pride of his ork nature. He seems approachable, yet his intense, beady grey eyes counter his relaxed body language. His mouth is a prudent frown.
Distinguishing Features
Precise and unaccented English, long neck scar, sartorial and well tailored clothing.
Mannerisms and Habits
Prefers bourbon and sodas to almost anything, seen frequently at Cool Cat Club
Associations
Rumor has him as behind a string of political scandals in Los Angeles
Capabilities
Fixing, Info Brokering, Fencing, "Talent Hiring"/Mr. Johnson, Legal Advice, General Negotiations and Mediation.
Rumor has him as former Street Sam: Wetwork, Asset Protection and Extraction
Reputation
Friendly:3 Discreet:4 Dependable:5 Hardworking:2 Cruel:1 Careful:2 Decisive:1 Polite:1
" I mean, he's pretty respectable. But overall, he's workin' for somethin' besides just the almighty nuyen. That's all I know."
Background
The LAPD detective pours the ork a glass of whiskey from his own flask. The detective, a balding young man clearly eager to climb the ranks, paces the interrogation room. On a wall behind is a two way mirror, reflecting voice activated data. "Mr…..Henry Rydell is it alias Henry Knox alias Fort Knox of LA Secrets? Also known as middle man extraordinaire for the Mullholland Falls area. Male, late 30's, birthplace Tacoma, two parents….Walter and Janine…..deceased, car accident….."
Ramos reenters the small, grey room with two cups of soy-kaf and a pack of smokes and a friendly smile. Different approach. The ork makes a distasteful face, "That smells terrible. Is it even organic?" Ramos swats at the coffee, both cups splashing at Henry and staining his sharkskin suit jacket. The criminal jumps up his face breaking as anger erupts, "You fucking drekstain! This suit costs more than your wedding ring!" Ramos nods slowly, "Oh did I get some on you?".
Shaking with anger Henry sits. "I admit, I have a taste for the refined that has landed me in hot water. Arrogance led me to start accepting jobs on my own, I'm a good shot make no mistake, I'm an amateur boxer at the gym, and even with all of the enhancements in my skull…..but I'm not chipped for tussling with someone half my age and twice as angry. I'm a spider, not a wolf. It was never much anyway, 'Shake down this', 'Courier that' " He shakes his handcuffed wrists in a plea, "And so hear I am."
Ramos lights a cigarette, "Here you are. You hired a gang of ex-mercs to oversee a drug shipment that a "Mr. Johnson" paid you to subcontract, because according to my sources you're in debt from a failed attempt at, HA, a Pawn Shop? Well Mr. Rydell, tt just so happens, those ex-mercs were a group of undercover police officers protecting LA from scum like you. Rats feasting off the gangrenous parts of LA."
Henry chuckles, "I never said I wasn't a rat. I just said I have expensive tastes."
Ramos counters, "You're a middle rung on a criminal case we're close to cracking and if you don't play ball you'll never wear anything again, but prison orange. You're a Fixer. Why don't you fix your circumstances?"
A page over the Interrogation Room PA System: "Ramos get in here….NOW".
As Ramos leaves, Henry whistles something out of key to himself as he adjusts his tie. Runs his handcuffed fingers through his hair. He stands up, gently pushes his chair in, takes a cigarette from the pack and sticks it behind an ear as sits on the edge of the table; Waiting.
Detective Ramos reenters again, his face an odd mix of blue, purple…some green. He doesn't say a word, but stares daggers at Henry as a rather mild mannered looking paunchy elf in a sharp business suit briskly walks towards Henry.
"Mr. Kno-Rydell, my name is Jacob Fent, I'm acting Special Counsel for Assistant District Attorney of Hollywood. James Addison apologizes for the confusion that has happened over the last several days and assures you all charges by LA County are being dropped……and hopes that despite this clear cut case of mistaken identity you will accept his apology. He has also offered you compensation both for the SWAT assault on your establishment at Santa Monica Pier which left it destroyed and the business associates which you have lost credibility with….in the form of this plane ticket." The elf produces a thin chip and datacomp and places it on the table. He looks to Ramos, "I don't know what the frag went on here and I don't want to know and I don't care. Uncuff him. I've done my job." The elf leaves quickly. Ramos walks over slowly his ears burning with rage as he uncuffs Henry. A sucker punch to the nose and the ork's face sprays blood, "Punta Tusker, I see you in my city. You gonna be in a chalk outline with novacoke sprinkled all over you. Comprende?"
Henry sticks the cigarette into his mouth, "Then I guess you won't be seeing me."
Later that day, he's in the air back to where he first got started Fixing and with his emergency stash of gear sitting in a Denver storage unit.
Who says you can't come back home?
>>>>> [ I knew this old fart when he was in CalFree. Smooth motherfragger with good connections, he ran a law office out in Santa Monica. Then someone torched the place. Next thing you know he's closed for biz and half a dozen local politicians are in the news for a dozen crimes all caught on tape and leaked to the press. Been wonderin' where he went.] <<<<<
-Valley Girl (12:55:02/08-09-70)
Character Trailer
 Surveillance tape, male on right believed to be Henry Knox |
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Surveillance Drone Video, unidentified male on left believed to be Henry Knox ~ Archived Data, Courtesy CalFree, LAPD, Intelligence Division
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