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Name: Colt Sigvardsen
Alias/Handle: Frost
Age: 32
Ethnicity: Scandinavian-American (Norwegian roots)
Birthplace: NorCal, Northern California
Appearance: Colt carries a rugged yet composed demeanor, with sharp, Nordic features and a strong, athletic frame built for endurance and combat. His blond hair is usually tousled, and his piercing blue eyes hold an icy calculation beneath their surface. His cybernetic enhancements, though subtle at a glance, add to his deadliness. His stance is relaxed, easygoing—until it isn't.
Background:
- Family Ranking: Nomad Pack
- Parents: Both deceased
- Childhood Environment: Raised in a Nomad Pack, traveling from town to town, learning the ways of the road and the clan's unspoken rules. He grew up fixing engines, dodging Corpo enforcers, and handling problems the hard way when words failed.
- Smooth and low-key, keeping his emotions close to the vest.
- Can be explosive and aggressive when least expected—when it's time to send a message, he makes sure it's clear.
- Trusted Nomads, bound by loyalty and shared hardship.
- A few fixers and rogue Corpo insiders who know he gets things done.
- A stray dog he picked up on the road, more scarred than he is.
- Corporate security forces, always watching, always pushing.
- Those who betray the Nomad way—nothing stings worse than a turncoat.
Skills:
- Mechanics
- Parkour
- Swords
- Stealth
- Brawling
- English
- Norwegian
- Dutch
- A touch of Russian
- Kiroshi Optics (Advanced) (-3) – Enhanced vision, tracking, and analysis.
- Cyberarm (Advanced) (-6) – Augmented strength, built-in stabilization for firearms.
- Cyberlegs (Advanced) (-6) – Increased speed, agility, and shock absorption for rough landings.
Humanity: 90 - 15 = 75
Gear & Style:
- Weapons:
- Sword (well-maintained, but shows the wear of real use)
- Power pistol with a silencer (for when subtlety is required)
- Knife (a reliable backup, always within reach)
- Gadgets:
- Datapad (encrypted, filled with contacts and clan secrets)
- Commlink (secure, with signal jammers installed)
- Outfit:
- Rough, leather, torn and patched—lived-in and road-worn, every tear telling a story.
Colt was born in the dust, raised on the move. His clan was his whole world—scavengers, smugglers, warriors when they had to be. His father taught him how to fix an engine before he could hold a gun. His mother taught him survival wasn't just about fighting—it was about knowing when to strike, when to vanish.
They lived free. Until the corpos came.
A land dispute, they called it. A big corporation set its sights on the wasteland the clan had called home for decades. The clan refused to budge. The corpos didn't take no for an answer.
The first strike was fire—a drone bombing that torched their fuel reserves. The second was starvation—mercenaries choking off their supply routes. When Colt's father led a retaliation raid, they didn't just kill him. They made an example of him.
Colt was twenty when he buried his father. His mother took the reins, but everything had changed. The clan was under siege. Every day was a fight to exist.
Colt became the hammer that struck back.
One night, a Corpo convoy pushed too close. A scouting party, testing defenses. Colt took three others, hit them fast. EMP charges, molotovs, ripping through armored transports like paper. One of the hired guns tried to surrender. Said he was just doing a job. Colt looked at him, then at his clan. The people who'd suffered, lost, bled. A single shot. The man dropped.
No mercy.
They left the wreckage burning. This land isn't yours. Stay out.
The corpos didn't listen. Sabotage became routine. Blow up a supply depot here. Hack their systems there. Make them regret stepping onto Nomad land. Then he met her. The Corpo princess. The CEO's daughter. A mission gone sideways—a high-end gala, a stolen identity, a split-second hesitation. She should've been dead. Instead, she looked at him, and he hesitated.
That was the beginning of the mistake.
Now, by day, he's the clan's enforcer, cutting deep into the Corpo machine. By night, he slips into the city, to meet her, embracing a secret that could burn everything down.
If his mother found out? He'd be cast out, branded a traitor. If her father found out? He'd be dead before sunrise.
It can't last. He knows it.
But love makes you reckless. Love makes you blind.
And sooner or later, something is going to break.
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