| Height: 6' 4" |
Hair: Dark Brown |
| Weight: 220 lbs |
Eyes: Brown |
Beckett is a good looking guy. Stocky and muscular, but lithe with minimal body fat. He's got mesermizing eyes, and typically wears a mustache and goatee but will shave it off and grow it back seemingly on a whim. He has a smooth, confident bearing and always seems to have his finger on the pulse of whatever is currently going on. There's also just something about his smirk that says maybe he knows some secret that no one else is privy to.
He wears decent designer clothes, but is not a clothes horse. His demeanor seems to say he doesn't need expensive clothes to look good, and he's above worrying about what happens to be in fashion this week. While there are plenty of more beautiful people in the circles he moves in, his attitude clearly suggests otherwise. He favors earth tones, solids, and clean lines, and he seems to have a liking for rattlesnake and lizard hide low-sider shoes. He generally avoids jewelry, but will occasionally wear a thick, heavy school ring when he's feeling nostalgic. |
| Arrogant, charming, magnetic, infuriating, overconfident, daring, generous to those he likes, implacable to those he does not...in short, Beckett is a man's man. He exudes the kind of self confidence that only a genetically superior guy with a bulletproof body can muster. Perhaps the best sentence to sum him up is: there are few better friends, and few worse enemies to have in life than Beckett. |
| "You look like a Scotch man to me; have one on me and lets talk about better days to come..." |
Thanks to his genetic engineering, Beckett is naturally uber. Effortlessly stronger and tougher than a normal human could even aspire to be with dedicated training and constant perseverence, he is also incredibly resistant to harm. In addition to being nearly unbreakable, he can also see into the infrared and is immune to disease, and perhaps most remarkably can sporadically sense the emotions of those around him (though more complex or stronger willed people are a blank slate to him) which makes him a pretty shrewd manipulator of the weak willed when he wants to be.
In addition to his natural gifts, he is also very personable and socially adept, able to shmooze, broker deals, make power plays, and read the way the wind is blowing with equal ease. He is almost always comfortable and on his game in all sorts of interaction, from formal affairs to street raves, and can usually manage to embed himself into "the scene". He's also no slouch with the ladies, though as a gentleman he never kisses and tells; a smug leonine smirk says everything that needs to be said anyway. His social skills and wits make him a pretty effective Facilitator, though thanks mostly to his self-centeredness, fundamental superiority complex, and brash arrogance he's nowhere near as connected as he should be with long-term contacts. Rather than relying on a proven network he flies by the seat of his pants and makes it happen as he goes along, which is risky. However, unlike some Facilitators who prefer to handle the people side and avoid putting themselves in harms way as much as possible, Beckett loves the manly challenge of the "ugly" side of the business and very much involves himself in all aspects of the job from the theoretical to the practical making him a great resource for smaller, grittier, more tactical teams.
Becket is also a competant, but by no means exceptional, Driver. He has a stripped down but respectable urban assault vehicle that he makes available as part of his contract slice if the job would benefit from it, and it's his primary mode of transportation. He acquired it in a somewhat bloody fashion as "payment"...or payback as you prefer. It's previous owner was a more serious Driver, and it's well kitted out, including hookups for gear that Beckett does not currently have such as a targetting computer, autopilot computer, and a Vehicle Link.
Beckett generally doesn't bother with body armor since his body is so naturally tough, but after a near-death experience vs. a sniper shot to the head (and the bundle it cost to have the scar removed afterward) he does wear a helmet for extra head protection. For firepower he favors a silenced Gallo .50 pistol. Other than that he travels light, with a VR headset and a PDA. He doesn't have any BioTech; afterall he's so naturally aweome, why would he need any? However, Beckett has been giving serious thought into getting a ControlLink implanted in his head, which is practically required to be taken seriously as a Driver these days. |
| Tuber Facilitator / Driver |
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