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Steam Name: Shaxx
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:51933520
Length of time on the Server: Played back in early 2017 and recently came back around late March.
Length of time RPing: 6-7 years.
Time-Zone: 0 GMT.
How active are you?: Daily - should I not be working.
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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic?
Born in Sderot, Israel his earlier years were unremarkable. Both mother and father were present, both were citizens and both thoroughly appreciated the rewards and privileges the Federation had provided them. The second of three children, Arkady found himself between the crushing need to out do his overachieving older sister just as he felt a desire to be as relaxed as his younger brother. His lack of academic notability didn't help his cause, an older sibling who worked hard and a younger on who was naturally intellectual. It wasn't easy to shine through to his parents.
Things took a drastic change for a young Netanyahu however. Around his second year of secondary education his academic performance rose inexplicably. Finding himself capable of remembering vast amounts of information to simply regurgitate it accurately without so much as straining. While it was merely school level knowledge there was no doubt in his mind something changed. He got smart. His teachers on the other hand believed his dead sprint ahead of his peers to have been the result of constant cheating. While unappreciated by his educators over the years, an apt intelligence recruiter who'd been tracking his progression for a while yet eventually offered him an olive branch after he got into a rather violent altercation which resulted in the physical and mental impairing of another student mere weeks before his graduation.
While it was more than he'd expected, a career in Federal Intelligence wasn't something he could turn down. Literally. They gave him a simple ultimatum, serve time or serve time. Initially he assumed it'd be an experience to enjoy and boast about, and at first the feeling of power and control was thrilling to him, soon though it dissipated. Between the rigorous physical and mental conditioning demanded of him, the unsociable and extensive work weeks, and the fact that he regularly invaded the mental-privacy of both enemies and fellow citizens alike at remote blacksites that even he didn't know the name of. Eventually Netanyahu felt the reward of his work fade swiftly as the reality of it all settled in.
Barely three months into his fourth year, he resigned. Gladly accepting the repercussions of an early departure, thrust towards Mobile Intelligence to complete his Federal obligations.
Write out which classification you are choosing for your operative.
Memory Man.
Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:
An apparently feminine figure sat bound to a rather archaic chair behind a table just as bare-bones and unappealing. Compared to the overtly high-tech nature of the dark lit room the furnishings were underwhelming, though to anyone viewing from the outside, it was rightly so. Nobody ever wound up in a room such as this because they did good things. Abruptly, panels overhead flickered once before they washed the room in critically cold lighting. Harshly illuminating the room, showing of it's full 'hominess'. The seated woman was bloodied and battered, barely remaining upright in her place.
With an audible hiss a door opened, decompressing it seemed, and a man clad in black trousers and a casual white t-shirt entered. Devoid of identifiers yet unafraid to show his face to the covert cameras and false walls. They sighed, boots tapping against the slick floor as they stepped up to the table. Tossing aside a stack of blank papers, simply for dramatisation's sake, and a clear bag of personal effects. Sleeping beauty awoke with a pained groan, neck craning to look up at the new arrival. They were wordless and admirably neutral. Netanyahu simply gave them an approving nod as he spoke "Listen to me. We all -- want the same thing here. All you need to do? Is explain. Provide me with answers."
He received little in the way of reply. The bound woman maintained her silence, breathing hoarsely before she sniffed loudly and spat a mouthful of saliva and blood out. To which Arkady simply blinked, head shaking in frustration "Major. Major Lawal!- It's not that hard. Answer the question. Why did you order your men, your company, to stand down when the rogue Fleet-" he never quite got to finish his sentence. A distinct chime resounded, causing him to direct his attention to one of the faux-walls and press two fingers to an ear. Netanyahu's speech was short, nearly protesting but ultimately he complied, nodding softly.
His hands plucked up the clear sealed bag, causing the bound woman to reorient her head in silent protest. He locked eyes with them as he sifted through it's contents, thumbing at a recording disc. A hummed slipped from his lips as an odd but all too familiar sensation rippled through him, carelessly he tossed the disc. It clattering on the table "You know and I both know your daughter'd rather have you home, than a death notification."
The psychic re-positioned, leaning in behind the officer. "Ma'am! I am going to ask you one more ti-" the defiant bark in reply he received was more than enough to trigger a complete 180. Without warning he clapped both hands against the back of the woman's head, driving her forwards. Her head to bounce off of the tabletop and blood poured from the captive's nose as they let out an angered shout. It seemed Netanyahu was done being polite.
A heavy hand pressed itself against the Captain's face, pushing the reeling man further down against the cold steel table. Restrained yells sounded, echoing through the room as whomever sat in the room adjacent depolarised a wall to watch. Face visible, hands clasped at their lower back as Arkady went about forcefully extracting the information in the other room -- eyes shut, brows knitted. Silently he traversed the woman's subconscious, breathing steadily as bits and pieces gradually came together to form. To separate fact from fiction. His calm in deep contrast to the agonising screams of the Major. There was a bigger picture to be sure and one with an unsettling truth behind it but the further he went the worse he felt, cleaving through a shallow sea of genuinely beautiful memories to uproot and extract the nastiest, most controversial among them.
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- IC Section -
Name: Arkady Netanyahu
Age: 26
D.O.B: 11/06/2273
Sex: Male
Age of Psychic Detection: 12
Physical Description:
A sullen eyed, pensive Hebrew stood around 5'11 and approximately 180lbs with an outgrown 'high and tight' and calculating look hidden behind an intense thousand yard stare.
- If Applicable -
Current Rank: Third Specialist
Education History: Ehud Technical Academy (Primary/Secondary)
Criminal Record: 1 count of: 'physical' assault and disturbing the peace.
Employment History:
Federal Intelligence Agency (91-95) -- Information Collection Specialist [Psychic Interrogations].
Mobile Intelligence (95-99) -- Psychic Operative assigned to Reconnaissance element.
Service Record:
-2295-
Completed Basic Training.
Completed Advanced Individual Training.
Assigned to the 31st MIPOD
Attended 'Intel, Surveillance, Recon' Selection.
Assigned to 300th Moritas, HQ's Reconnaissance Platoon.
-2298-
Sub-Unit decimated during advanced reconnoitre of Red Star spacial assets, planetoid wide withdrawal of remaining MI.
Netanyahu listed as MIA, subsequently KIA following months.
-2299-
Retrieved by 112th Morita assets from [somewhere probably?], folding in with the 3rd MIPOD.
tbh i dont even know if memory extract could be painful, but fuck it. i'unno.
