Cole Mitchell [Character]

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Cole Alexander Mitchell




"In the end, as you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid...
I'm not afraid to dye."

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Full Name - Cole Alexander Mitchell
Nicknames/Alias - Matthus Taulk
Age - 27
Date of Birth - 23 Oct
Gender - Male
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - Neutral
Occupation - Gunhand, Infiltration

Play-By - Guy Pearce
Build - Athletically muscular
Height & Weight - 6'1", 205lbs
Hair - Short-cropped black hair
Eyes - Gray/Blue
Unique Features - A tattoo of wings and a dagger with the latin phrase “Facta Non Verba” (Deeds, Not Words) on his left bicep, a reminder of his time in Alliance Special Operations. The phrase “With your shield or on it” in Greek letters along his right forearm. Various cuts and scars from conflict, including shrapnel scarring on his left hip, side, and lower back.
Dressing Style - Cole has always preferred the simple things: a t-shirt, serviceable pair of jeans, and a leather jacket were his go-to items. Couple them with a pair of rugged leather boots that have steel toes for when things get dicey...and that's pretty much his every day attire. Sure, he can clean up nice when the occasion calls for it, but if he had half a choice in the matter, you can bet he'd go for comfortable.
Other - Cole is left-handed

Likes - Three fingers of scotch, bad firewalls/poor security, fighting, intelligence, honesty, women
Dislikes - Dishonesty/betrayal, stupid people, crap beer, lack of personal space, women in trouble
Quirks/Habits - Minor OCD about his equipment, doesn't like it being touched. He can act dismissive towards people that he doesn't respect. Always takes a seat facing the entrances of a room.
Fears - Being/dying alone
Secrets - AWOL from Alliance SAS/MoI
Strengths -
- Intelligent: Cole isn't a genius, but he's not terribly far off. It gives him a knack for picking up things quickly
- Observant: He's good at reading people and situations. While no lie-detector, his ability to observe his surroundings and people's actions give him gut feelings about things that are right far more often than they are wrong
- Former Special Ops/Ministry of Intelligence: He's been trained by the former and worked with the latter for several years. He's well versed at asymmetrical warfare and knows how they function. That knowledge has been critical in keeping him out of sight from them now.
Weaknesses -
-Bad Liar: Cole isn't good at lying. Never has been, never wanted to be. It's made his time on the lam a bit more difficult, but his skills and knowledge have help offset the lack. It's one of the many reasons he plays his cards close to his chest and keeps people at arm's length.
-Lacks Tact: Cole doesn't really care about people's feelings. If they are wrong, he will tell them they are wrong. Usually in the most sarcastic manner possible. When he's on the right end of an argument (often), he'll make sure that the person is all too aware of it. He's also very blunt. It tends to make people with fragile egos not like him so much
-Women: He's old-school when it comes to women. It doesn't mean he won't tell them off if they are wrong, but he'll still be there to open the door and god forbid someone hit a woman. He'll be handing the man their own teeth without a second thought. It's got him into no small heap of mess in the past.
Talents/Special Abilities -
-Hand to Hand Combat
-Bypassing Physical Security
-Hacking
Aspirations - To find a purpose and to just continue on.
Overall Personality - To say that Cole is sarcastic is to say that it’s a bit chilly out in the Black. He’s smart and, unfortunately, he knows it, so he doesn’t have a problem making it clear exactly where you messed up or are lacking. If he was blunter, he’d be a club. Despite his training, he’s still a pathologically bad liar. The only decent lie he can tell is a lie by omission. Despite his predilection for honesty and straight-talk, he doesn’t make it easy to know where someone stands with him. He prefers keeping people at arm’s length, where he is more comfortable with them. However, at the same time, he’s afraid of complete and lasting solitude. The one notable exception to this is his old-school notions about women. While those notions don’t save them from the lash of his tongue, he’s still the first to step up if one is in trouble.

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Father - Aeron Mitchell (Age: 59, Alliance Judge, Deceased)
Mother - Jane Mitchell (Age: 57, Alliance Nurse, Deceased)
Siblings - James Mitchell (Age: 19, Alliance Navy, Deceased)
Other Significant People - None
Pets - None
Your History - Cole was borne to Aeron and Jane Mitchell. He was the younger of two brothers, with the older brother, James, five years his senior. Aeron was a promising district attorney that was clearly set to be a rising star and Jane was licensed nurse. They had met during their brief enlistments in the Alliance military. For most of his life growing up, James eclipsed Cole as the super-star brother. Not only was he older, but he quickly excelled at sports and academics. He seemed destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, which their father only encouraged. As Cole got older, he began to resent his brother’s “golden boy” status and the preferential treatment he received from their father. While he was just as smart as or smarter than his older brother, he also knew that James was better at manipulating people to get the things he wanted.

Cole did not like doing that, no matter how necessary of a skill it might have been for a future attorney. Because of this, he was often the one left “holding the bag” when he and James were caught doing something wrong. Surprisingly, it only encouraged him to be more honest. Yet, this only made James’ shadow that much deeper. By the time he was ten, Cole had gotten fed up. He wasn’t challenged at school. His disdain for the curricula and his fellow students who couldn’t pick up the subjects so easily became easily apparent by him sleeping in class. When the teachers attempted to correct him, he would through the already completed assignments in their face. He spent more and more time in the principal’s office and parental meetings. While he was clearly not being challenged, his burgeoning issues with authority (the teachers that he thought were morons), they decided not to accelerate his learning out of fear that it would make him even more isolated. Acting out had the effect of putting him onto his father’s radar though, which wound up encouraging him to continue to do it. Problem children just want attention, after all, and this was finally getting him what he craved.

By the time he reached his early teens, he’d given up on homework all together and begun skipping classes. The only exception for this was in his technology classes. He found a passion in electronics and circuitry as well as rudimentary programming. As is often seen, he wound up mixing with the less savory elements. Defacement of public property, truancy and shoplifting led to breaking and entering, fighting, and vehicle theft. These things challenged him and his success fueled a respect from those he was with, which helped to bandage the hole left by his father’s lack of attention. Of course, he wasn’t perfect, so he spent his time in and out of juvenile court and detention, which enraged his father. Finally having enough and at a loss for what else to do, Aeron and Jane sent Cole off to military academy in the hopes of setting him straight.

Cole was only fourteen and in his second semester of the Academy when the Unification war began. Aeron believed that it was important for people to serve their government. As such, James had enlisted for two years in the Alliance Navy as part of a prerequisite for his father paying for his education. He had less than a year left when the first shots of the Unification War began. He was serving on an escort ship for a larger cruiser when they made contact with Independent forces. James’ ship was on point and caught the opening salvo of the Independent attack. His ship crippled, the captain called for all hands to abandon ship. The firing sequence for the escape pod James was in malfunctioned due to damage sustained in the assault and failed. When the ship went critical and finally exploded, James and those with him went with it.

The Mitchell family was gutted. Their patriarch seemed to collapse in on himself and Cole’s mother was inconsolable. When Cole heard the news, he immediately took leave to go home and be there with his family. It was a time for family to bond together and supports each other in this difficult time, but that was not to be. Drunk, Aeron got into an argument with Cole, stating that he was a disgrace and claiming that he wished it had been Cole on the ship, not Aeron. Stunned and hurt beyond belief, Cole didn’t think and lashed out, punching his father before his mother could intervene. After the altercation, Cole was kicked out and told not to return. He returned to the academy and, though talked to his mother every now and again, did not visit home again.

Throwing himself into school, he wanted to prove that he was better, that his father was wrong about him. He continued to show an aptitude for electrical engineering and programming, as well as in boxing and unarmed combat, which allowed him an outlet for his frustration. In 2510, he graduated from the academy and immediately enlisted. Given his skill set, it was recommended that he enter the career track for Special Alliance Support in order to continue to challenge himself and better utilize his talents. Seeing it as a chance to prove to his father that he had been wrong about him, Cole agreed.

The battle for Serenity Valley was occurring at the same time that Cole finished his military training. A newly minted soldier, he boarded the transport to meet up with his gaining SAS team. It was during the trip there that the announcement was made; the Independents had surrendered. The war was over. Cole would not be given the chance to prove his father wrong. Instead, he spent the next four years supporting counter-terrorism operations against fringe groups of Independents that refused to accept the end of the war and had resorted to terrorism. The teams were overseen by members of the Ministry of Intelligence. His programming had progressed to a fine level of hacking, helping to track down various cells and their plots. His electrical engineering and security training made it easy for his team to get past their defenses and take them down. Of course, the missions weren't without risk. One found him medevac'd and put into ICU after their demolitions expert failed to properly disarm a door trap. He missed a failsafe that Cole heard go off. Cole dove into the man and knocked him away just prior to the explosion, catching shrapnel along his left hip, side, and back. Nevertheless, he mended and kept after the terrorists. One of these groups was known as the Dust Devils.

If Londinium was the hear t of Alliance power, then the Dust Devils saw Osiris, being the judicial center, as its right hand. They wanted to strike a blow against it and planned to attack the high court headquarters with a bomb. They attempted to get a car past security laden with explosives, only to have security be tipped off. Cole’s team had been tracking them for a month and finally gotten a bead on them in Osiris, but were still en route. All they could do was pass on the tip to the local authorities who, fortunately, were smart enough to make good use of it. Unfortunately, they weren’t smart enough to figure out how to disable the driver before he could trigger the bomb. It took out the security checkpoint. There were five casualties that day; the driver, the two nearest security guards that had stopped the vehicle, and the two occupants in the car behind the vehicle bomb.

Those two people were Aeron and Jane Mitchell. They’d been arriving for the ceremony appointing Aeron as a senior judge. Due to the nature of his assignment, Cole wasn’t made aware of what happened until they were debriefed with the results of the bombing and the casualties were identified. He was devastated. Despite their differences, he’d always hoped for reconciliation with his father. Now, that was never going to happen. Without any other purpose now, he threw himself into work to try and get revenge on those that had taken his family from him. It engendered a strong hatred for those Independents who kept resorting to violence against the government. The Ministry of Intelligence decided to use this, recruiting him from the military in order to better utilize his security training and hacking, making him better at infiltration. He gladly gave into it.

Two years later, the wave came out that changed everything and the Uprising began. Betrayed now by the very government that had given him his purpose, he didn’t know where to go. The problem with fueling your drive through hatred is that, when you lose it, you are well and truly lost. He had hated Independents for years…first for the loss of his brother and now for the loss of his family. The truth of the Alliance’s own sins, however, forced him to re-look at those people as just that… people. Some were bad, yes…but some weren’t. What was true, however, was that the military and the government weren’t going to provide him with his purpose or what he was looking for. He managed to break into the classified database and purge his information and biometric information before he walked off base and never looked back.

Gun hand, hacker, “acquisitions”… his skill set kept food in his belly and clothes on his back well enough. He set himself up with a new identity, as Matthus Taulk. He didn’t stay in one place too long, preferring to stay on the move. All he could do was to continue on and so he did. What was he continuing on toward? Even he couldn’t tell you.

Roleplaying Experience - Probably more than is healthy. Too much, probably.
Where did you find us? - The link was posted in The 'Verse.
Prove Yourself -
Post Script - Cole usually keeps the following close at hand:

A set of lock picks:

A small tablet computer that can be worn on his wrist with leads for running security bypasses on doors, computers, and other electronic security measures:

His personal weapons:

Other characters - Nope
How we should contact you - PM, if you please.
Roleplay Example - The sky was as dark as the Black, a haze of clouds cutting off the light from the stars and even making it difficult for Cole's night vision goggles to collect enough latent illumination to provide a clear picture. Swivelling his head, he reached up, releasing the trim tabs on his chute's risers, slowing his rate of descent so he kept in the stack with his other team members. They were dropping down onto the roof of an isolated compound forty-two klicks from the nearest city. The Ministry handlers had surmised that this particular group of terrorists had sensors to pick up any unannounced vehicle or air-speeder traffic that came close to their perimeter.

'Honestly, those Intel morons think every gorram terrorist cell is filled with techies and black-market experimental goods. I think they need to get laid once in a while and stop watching bad spy videos.' Shaking his head, he dropped his augmented gaze to the altimeter on his wrist, keying the button for it's LED backlight to switch on. 'Time to turn in for final descent.'

A second later, the sound of his team leader's voice crackled in his low-profile earpiece, the words mirroring what Cole had just been thinking. Rolling his eyes, he pulled down on his left toggle, choking off the air to that side and allowing the drive on the right side to swing his chute around to fall in line with the final target.
'125 meters...100...75...50...25...10...'

Pulling both toggles down sharply to his waist, he felt the canopy arrest its downward fall and level out. Finally extending his arms out completely, the rush of the forward movement died out and the chute stalled, allowing him to land lightly down onto the balls of his feet, knees flexing lightly. He was ten feet away from his team lead. The other two members were landing to either side of him. Snapping the releases on his harness, he shrugged out of it, pulling his rifle up and settling the stock of that bullpup rifle into his shoulder.

The men moved quickly and efficiently, clearing the rooftop and searching for any sign that their arrival had been heard or observed by the denizens within. No such sign was forthcoming, so Cole moved to the access door. Pulling out a small flashlight, he ran it around the door frame, looking for any tell-tales of booby traps or other security measures. He was just about to examine the locking pad when the TL stepped up to him.

"Hurry up, Mitch, we don't have all day here."

Dark brows furrowed beneath those goggles as Cole looked over to him. "No? Really? But I thought this was my designated Union break period. Don't make me call my representative."

"Enough lip, Mitchell. I need an estimate on how long until we can breach and engage the targets."

"Forty five seconds. Less if you shut up and stop telling me to do what I'm already trying to do."

That caused the TL's eyes to narrow and he stepped forward a moment. Cole didn't back down. The man had a habit of trying to micro-manage things. It was something Cole detested and he'd told him as much. It didn't stop the man from continuing to try. Finally, the TL grunted and turned away. "You've got thirty...I need to radio into operations and provide a sitrep."

"You go do that then." Cole turned his back to the man, focusing on the door and pulling out his wrist-mountable tablet from his left cargo pocket. Tapping the screen and waking it up, he began to pull out leads to connect to the panel.

'Time to go to work...'

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