Parker Saunders

[/b] Parker Saunders ( aka. Park. Parkour. Hemlock. )

Age & Date of Birth: 26 | March 7th

Gender: Male

Class: Middle Class

Occupation: Bartender / Bar Owner

Affiliation: Vigilantes

Genetic Modifications: Carbon Fiber Spine & Hips Down.

Unique Tech:

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Appearance: 6'1". Short Fade Cut Dark Hair, bleached blonde on one side. Golden Brown Eyes. Athletic Body Type. Blackout 3/4 sleeve tattoo on left arm, three blackout lines on right arm. Always wears a black cord necklace with steel and glassy carbon beads, never takes it off. Very precious to him.
Port - Base of Skull.



Personality: Confident. Easy-going. Flirty. Narcissistic tendencies. Levelheaded.
Parker is an asshole out for himself. Life is hard, and he knows it. He takes care of his own, and puts up a nice front for anyone else that comes towards him or might need help. But he knows how to use a situation to his advantage. A thief, a cheat, someone that will charm the watch off your wrist. He grew up in a world that spat on people like him, and he's there to take back what it owes him.

He's mainly concerned with himself, preferring to work alone instead of with others when it comes to problems. But that doesn't mean he's the loner type by a long shot. Instead he's on the talkative side when with others, might ramble when in a tight spot to try and talk himself out of it ( or distract long enough to plunge a knife into you ). Overall, he's a flirt (he loves to hand out compliments), and tends to joke around a lot. A natural peacock complex, he knows he's skilled in what he can do and will go out of his way to make sure others notice.

Thankfully he knows when to be serious, even though it rarely shows. There's also the fact he gets frustrated when people put themselves into situations where they're going to end up hurt, or when he knows they're over exerting themselves (he's protective of those he cares for, but he won't really admit it).

He rarely gets angry or aggressive, and is in general a pretty calm and relaxed guy. But when he wants something, he's not above knocking a few teeth out. To him, it's the ends that matter more than the means.

Also a warning. He's a nicknames kind of guy.


Background: A lot of people get caught up in the chaos and destruction that fills the Slums. Families are ripped apart, by death in most cases. Family doesn't really mean all that much in Novus, it never really had. Though, Kendra and Parker never really fit that mold.

From a young age, the two of them were alone. Born to a single mother in the slums - Twins. Not something their mother expected, but nothing she would do to change it. Kendra was the older of the two, and the protective one. Parker on the other hand loved to get into messes. Once they hit the age of 10, things took a turn for the worse. Their mother died at her Lower Class factory job, leaving the two alone with nothing but the little bit of money she had scraped together and their own wits. Life in the slums was hard, but it proved even more difficult for two kids that could barely even take care of themselves.

Some people were nice and helped them out, giving them errands to run in exchange for small amounts of food or money to buy clothes with. It was a hard life, but all they really knew. Everything was going as well as it could, until the twins turned fourteen.

It turned out those errands happened to be the two of them used as transport for illegal materials and magic. Of course, they didn't know that detail until later when they arrived at the drop point in a Lower Class area. The SP had gotten a tip about someone using kids to transport goods and went to put a stop to it. The traders put up a fight inside the building. An explosive fight. One of the smugglers threw a frag grenade, and Kendra threw herself in front of Parker. Angry with what the world had done to them, that incident is what set the two of them down very different paths.


Cynical would be an easy way to describe the route Parker walked after that day. He quit running with that particular ring, making his own path for the way he wanted to go. He took odd jobs around Lower Class and Middle when he could snatch up word of one, constantly training his body while simultaneously learning the best way to break & enter. Kendra didn't ever find out he spent those two years before his test doing such a thing. She fussed over him when he came home with scrapes and bloody noses - but he made the money he needed for books to study where he could and learned skills to bite back at the group he hated the most.

Once he turned 16 and took his test, he tested straight into Middle Class. He took on a job at a seedy bar, and found out about a group specifically focused on taking down the power structure and trying to remake it in the form of freedom for all. Vigilantes. The bar ended up being a safe house for them, and there wasn't really any way for him to forget what he knew. It didn't take much to convince him at all to join their cause when he reached the age of 17.

Years passed, and he continued to do the 'odd jobs' of his youth, growing more skilled in the art of theft and information gathering. He never really joined a specific group under the Vigilante flag, instead bouncing between people that met his thought processes for the time, then drifting to another afterwards.

At 23, he opened his own bar in the Luxury District of Middle Class. A nice place he liked to call 'Eternity'. Nearly a week later, his sister wound up in the hospital missing an arm. It was the first time they had actually sat down and spoken in quite some time - and he made certain to keep in contact with her from then on. He even gives her free drinks if she ever visits his bar. [/ul]