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OOC
Name: Tsu
Contact: aim: gridlin3d | email: sensesgaveway@gmail.com
Age: 25
Current characters: Sam Winchester


IC
Name: Agent New York (usually referred to as simply 'York'.)
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
History link: http://rvb.wikia.com/wiki/York
Age: Since most Freelancers have been pegged in their thirties, I've put him around 32. 
Canon point: Directly following his little chat with North on how things have been changing - the end of season nine. 

Personality: It might be best to start off by saying that York isn't the most serious of Freelancers. More often than not, he's the first to pipe up with an offhand comment or a joke that no one really thinks is funny - but it doesn't keep him from continuing to make them. His sense of humor can best be described as cheesy given the fact that he jokingly asks Agent Carolina at one point if she'd brought him along on a mission just for his good looks; when she doesn't answer him, one can only guess that she doesn't find him funny at all. (Or that he was right, and she isn't going to admit it, but if anyone knows Carolina at all, it goes without saying that she wouldn't bring him along on an important mission just because he's pretty. Never mind the fact that you can't exactly see his face when he's wearing his helmet, so it's very much a moot point.) While he can be serious when the moment calls for it, it's pretty apparent that he prefers to keep a little bit of humor in everything he does. 

He believes in a sense of fairness - of equality. Case in point, during his training session with Wyoming, Maine and the newly-appointed Texas, it's noted somewhere during the proceedings that three against one isn't exactly a fair fight. York doesn't actually seem to take that into consideration given the fact that she Tex has no trouble at all with beating the three of them to a bloody pulp. At least until he notices his teammates are using live rounds on the training floor. Only then does he separate himself from his group and approach Tex, who rounds on him even when he says he's only trying to help her out. She, of course, boasts that she doesn't need his help and that he should never abandon his team - even if they aren't being fair - and ultimately ends up keeping him from being killed by a close-proximity explosion from a frag grenade thrown by Maine in a last-ditch attempt to immobilize Tex. York allowed himself to be put in the way of danger just to prove a point. 

Along with being kind of a sarcastic little brat, he can also be a bit stubborn. (And by a bit, I mean quite a bit.) Following the training session with the other agents, it had been assumed that he was out of commission for the time being due to the injury sustained to his left eye. (The damage done by Maine's grenade resulted in basically all loss of vision in that eye.) Any normal, sane human being - presumably, at least - would have allowed themselves to be taken care of, to heal properly. Not York. He makes his grand re-entrance during a mission briefing in which two teams of Freelancers will work to retrieve a package known only as 'the Sarcophagus'. When someone mentions that they thought he was still in the infirmary, he says very casually that technically, he still is - and that they're letting him out the next day. Given the fact that the mission these two teams are about to embark on requires a certain level of skill to enter the building in question - meaning, there's a lock that needs to be decrypted - York isn't about to give up his position just because he isn't one hundred percent healed. (Agent Washington would have been the one to get them inside in the even that York hadn't shown up, and he is far less qualified in that particular area of expertise if the mention of having to read his field manual during transport is any indication.) 

He's also a very loyal man. When he builds connections with people, with his teammates, he doesn't let them go very easily. Yet another case in point, during his introduction in Out of Mind, Tex comes to find him to ask for his help with the matter of finding Wyoming and the Omega AI. While he no longer has any ties with Project Freelancer or any of its former operatives, he agrees to help her. Even if, ultimately, this decision leads to his death, it can be surmised that he would not have regretted his decision even if he'd known the outcome. While there is something to be said about self-preservation, he is never above doing what it takes to help a friend that needs him. It's not so much being selfless as it is simply doing the right thing. 

York also boasts a level of confidence in himself that might just border on narcissism. (But only just barely. While he can't exactly claim to be a modest man, he wouldn't take it that far.) During the mission that he would have been down for the count for if he'd stayed in the infirmary, there's a moment in which he's presented with the entire reason he's considered an asset: a holographic lock. He states that it would take roughly sixty seconds to crack it - and that he'll only need fifteen to do so. And while he is ultimately successful in cracking it, he ends up tripping an alarm system. (Again, this is where his sense of humor comes into play - when he asks Carolina if saying he was sorry counted for anything, and she simply stares at him from behind her visor.) While no one can deny that he is one of the Project's top agents for a reason - there are times when he lacks a certain level of discretion for a proper work ethic. 

He is also anything but gullible. While he might seem light-hearted and aloof, that doesn't mean he isn't paying attention to his surroundings. He notices things going on, as they're happening, even if he doesn't comment on it. During a talk that he has with Agent North Dakota, he mentions how things have been changing, evolving within the program ever since Tex arrived. He asks a question of whether or not they're the 'good guys' - presumably, referring to himself and the other agents within the Project - and while North replies with 'of course we are', York comments on how he doesn't sound very sure of himself. This goes along well with the idea that he doesn't exactly follow the generally accepted train of thought given to them by the Director; that he isn't afraid to form his own opinions even if they aren't the same as others. 

All in all, even if York is a bit of a sarcastic jackass, he's easy to get along with. How it's perceived that he interacts with his teammates adds to the fact that he's friendly and generally fun to be around. He's the kind of guy you go to if you want a bad joke - or just an inappropriate one - or if you just need someone to make you smile. He's a good guy, really. Once you get past all the bullshit. 

Powers/Abilities: York isn't the Project's number three for nothing. He's proficient in hand-to-hand combat as well as handling various types of firearms, and he's better than he probably should be at things like picking locks and decryption in general. While he isn't often seen with weapons, he seems to prefer either a battle rifle or a magnum. While in his power armor, he is outfitted with a healing unit which would allow him to heal any injury he might sustain during battle. 

As a sidenote, his only real weakness is that of his left eye, which serves as a blind spot given the fact that he's lost about ninety percent of his vision on that side. 

Prose sample: For some reason, he'd never thought he'd end up feeling like half of his face had been blown off. But there he was, lying on his side in the infirmary, staring at the wall through his remaining good eye and wondering just what the hell he had to do to get out of there. But - whoa, wait a minute. Back up. Maybe he needed to start from the beginning if he was going to relive the whole thing. Like it hadn't just happened ..

He really had only been trying to help. Because who the hell had given those two clearance to use live rounds on the floor? 

Three on one? Sure. That was pretty believable - especially considering Tex hadn't had any trouble at all defending herself. (Defend might have actually been putting it a bit too mildly. She'd launched an outright goddamn assault on him, Wyoming and Maine. They'd done well enough to not get themselves completely incapacitated right off the bat. York had tried to tell them - guys, come on, if we stick together we can take her down. You just gotta - 

But then they'd kept rushing forward. Out into the open, gotten themselves knocked right back down on their asses. Should it have come as any surprise that they didn't listen to him? Probably not, but .. he'd still tried, anyway.) 

So maybe .. no, they still hadn't been justified in what they'd done. And it wasn't even the fact that York had probably almost gotten killed that sealed the deal. If you couldn't win a fight fair and square, you weren't really winning, were you? And .. well, all right. Even when Maine had thrown the grenade, Tex really hadn't been in any immediate danger. It had just been him - trying to get up off the damn floor, minding his own damn business - when it had gone off. Boom, right in his face. He was still pretty sure he was deaf in one ear, but that wasn't exactly the main attraction of this little side-show. 

So he'd just lost pretty much all the vision in his left eye. So there wasn't anything that could be done about it. Sorry, York. Want us to get you an eye patch? It'll be cool. You'll look like a pirate. (All right, so they hadn't said that, but .. it was a little more amusing to imagine that way, wasn't it? If anyone ever tried to make him wear a patch, he was going to punch them.) There was no point in moping about it, was there? He could still do his job with one good eye. Hell - he could probably do his job with both of his eyes shot to shit. Not .. that he'd want to, but. He was that confident in his abilities that he was at least positive he could do it blindfolded. And at this point .. that would have just been a joke. 

It still stung a little. And he was pretty sure he was going to have a nice little scar on that side of his face - he hadn't exactly been around a mirror to sneak a look at himself since he'd been brought in here. Hey, maybe it would add some rugged charm to his natural good looks. 

A tiny little grin spread over the line of his mouth at that thought. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as he'd initially thought .. 

Links: There aren't many, but there are a couple.
http://dear-mun.livejournal.com/44598183.html?thread=1324340135#t1324340135
http://dear-mun.livejournal.com/43909870.html?thread=1306238958#t1306238958