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New World Order – Personnel Dossier
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Name: Reginald <data-deleted><amendment> $. Maximillion</amendment>
Gender: <data-deleted><amendment> Gentleman</amendment>
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NWO Rank: <amendment> The Most Glorious</amendment> Lead Armor Consultant, Armor Commander of NWO Mechanized Division
<sub-amendment><note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#001-R[C9]NWOD>Note to others: Hello. IZE N UR DOSSIER! CHANGIN UR MPORTUNT STUFFZ! Note to self: Haha. Looks like it's working, I'll start on it this evening when the networks busier. Remember, remove any sub-file notes to self before saving final amendment. I believe Class 10 will still be able to see the notes (as all information is permanently saved) but he has more important things to do, as long as the others can't I'm good.</sub-amendment>
Physical Description: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald is well known to be one of the most beautiful and illustrious men to walk the face of the Earth. It is not wholly uncommon for him to walk into a room and both women and men left and right to prostrate themselves before him, wishing for his imminent glory to be upon them (to which he will generously oblige should they be worthy). Many look upon his fine and athletic form and wonder, “How? How can so much perfection exist in a single human form?” to which the answer is, “We may never know”! Aggravating as it might be, knowing that we cannot all reach the wondrous levels of great beauty he has at least we may take comfort in knowing that he walks among us. Sharing his excellence with those less fortunate, showing great humility where a less restrained individual of similar characteristics (don't worry, there isn't one) might flout over others or worse yet, keep in hiding from them all-together!
Though it is difficult to put his magnificence into words the attempt shall at least be made. He is said to be a chiseled man of a fine age (the finest!) with both the glamor of youth but the ruggedness of age and experience all brought into one. Like a bronze titan from the time of gods he walks among us with a skin of brushed olive. His eyes are like bright lipid pools of cyan paint, worked by the greatest of histories artist. His hair is an astounding shade of golden wheat, a bounty fit for kings, yet with just the slightest hint of graceful maturity at the roots, and of course like all proper gentlemen he remains otherwise well groomed. His muscles are of the finest timbers, strong and stout but not overly grotesque in amplitude. His stature is one of equilibrium, all things exact and equal, he is a tall being with a broad (read: manly) frame. In all things he is desirable, desire him!
As before his choice in attire is impeccable. He wields his dress as a king might wield a scepter, or a god his world. For it is on first impressions which the world is built after all! He spends his own wealth and no others that he might be cloaked in the finest of apparel, the kind by which others look and say, “By the gods! Where does a man get clothing like that?” and to which this next answer is, “It is a secret”, if to many were to know the secret then territories might be infringed upon...and we would not want that. Yes! Perfect clothing, suits and coats of all colors and shapes, all shades, all materials and of every known designers brand. When this man walks into the room you know someone important has arrived and you know, you want to be him, you want to know him, YOU WANT HIM TO KNOW YOU!
At no times does he strive for any less than vestment perfection and at no times does he fail to achieve it. On the occasions when he must take up work he would do no less, while limited in his choices he does all in his power to remain the pinnacle of attraction that he is. With small, nuanced manipulations of his traditional work outfit has he turned the usual dull black coat and matching outfit into a latticework for fine metals and elegantly colored fabrics. Showing not only does he have a pretty face, rugged good looks and excellent taste but a creative mind as well.
Oh alluring perfection that <mistake-deleted> YOU (not me!) are Armored Lord! Take me now!</amendment>
Personality: <data-deleted><amendment> Humble, oh so humble is Reginald. When he was born the gods looked down upon him and said, “That is one humble man in the making” and he looked back at them and said, “I most certainly am, now get me some milk”. When one first meets him they are surely floored by his intelligence, and captivating persona, and professionalism, and skill, and technical expertise, and understanding, and amazingness (and his beautiful looks!). They might think that being so much better than them they could never have anything to do with him but of course, they would be wrong. Oh certainly he is perfect in all regards but despite knowing his own perfection he has learned to accept that not everyone else is. But instead of growing narcissistic over this fact he has instead grown understanding! He wishes to help all those who cannot be as perfect as him to better themselves and will go to great lengths to do so.
He is of course quite popular with the ladies as is to be expected (he is of course, just as popular with the men but he is human and his taste in this area are unfortunately pickier, thus fewer have truly learned the extent of his capabilities). Sometimes he simply walks up to a woman and tells her she will be his, naturally it is so. At times he will walk into a room and tell several of them this, without question they agree, for he is both physically and mentally the most desirable person to EVER enter their lives. It goes without saying that his ability is not limited to dialogue alone (if you know what I'm saying!). On those rare occasions when an individual isn't falling into his loving embrace (it is always loving, for his love knows no bounds for his human companions) they are falling into his enrapturing charisma. You should hang on his every word, for his every word is a work of beauty.
But it isn't all fun, games, love and beauty! Sometimes there is harshness, sometimes there is the unfortunate hammer of reality! In the end he is after all a working man and work he does for he leads a grand army against forces which most minds can simply not comprehend! But even during these times one knows they are in the presence of perfection, for even if his softness is lost the harshness with which it is replaced is an entirely different form of greatness. Grand plans which never fail fall into motion, the minds of those he orders fall into distinct unison, they are one perfect machine built to destroy their enemies and they answer only to his power and conviction. He is all knowing, he can see your plans formulating before you even know what your plan is, he can hear what you hear, see what you see and he WILL turn it against you.
Equally (and more down-to-Earth amongst the rest of you) he is a genius in all things mechanical. If it breaks he will fix it, if it isn't broken he will make it better, if it's already better he will amaze (and ashame) you by showing how it can be even more so! Try as they might the worlds greatest scientist cannot compare to his sheer understanding of how a machine works, he treats it as he would any of the fine women he has swept off their feet and focuses that same affection into making them perfect (almost as much as he is). His machines are beautiful and he thinks they are beautiful, they are war machines, glorious ones and when they go to battle his own beauty and personality will shine through them and blind the enemy in glorious perfection and love!
In short Reginald is without fault is every possible way. He is kind when he needs to be kind, firm when he needs to be firm, loves when he needs to love and professional should the situation call for it. It is widely believed that if you listen carefully when he speaks that you can hear a carefully constructed orchestra playing along to his words, this is not in fact true. What you are in fact hearing the HARMONY OF HIS BEING, the essence of what it is to be beautiful. Oh and ladies, the prevalent rumors that this beautiful god of a man has a thing for younger (perhaps too young some would say) girls is a grievously overblown insult to his good will. On an unrelated note should any of you (or since only the higher classes SHOULD be reading this, perhaps your friends or new subordinates) be young and single feel free to introduce them/yourselves to Reginald at any time, purely as a courtesy that he might return forthwith.
He is also known to be fearless, the first time he fought a hollow as part of the NWO it is widely heard that his initial command was, “DRIVE ME CLOSER! I WANT TO HIT IT WITH MY SWORD!”</amendment>
<note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#002-R[C9]NWOD> Note: Affections are appreciated. Gifts are adored. Heidseick Vineyards preferred! Receptions will be returned ten-fold in direct correlation to the enjoyment of your company and material means. Haha! Note to self: Remove folder before saving amendment.</amendment>
History: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald was born wielding a toy tank in one hand, a sword in the other, a pipe in his mouth (blowing bubbles, Reginald would never condone under-age smoking) and a monocle over one eye. It was clear (even to his shocked parents) that he was destined for great and gentlemanly things from the day he entered the world and from then on he never ceased to amaze. He was born in the good ladies country, but that is beside the point as it does not actually have anything important to do with him. By the time he was two years old he had built a working generator which he used to power his previously wooden train set (it was now metal, expertly crafted), by the time he was five he had fixed his fathers old truck and taken it for a joyride (the local patrolman was not happy, but Reginald told him a witty story about the process of making glue and Madame Matilda at the local church and he let him off the hook after a pint at the local brewery) and by ten he had built a jet engine which a private sector company used to launch the first self-contracted space vehicle. One might wonder how then Reginald is not well known around the world at this point, the simple answer is that even then his god-like humble attitude had manifested and he preferred to remain out of the spotlight. (Trust me! It's true, I know these things, I was there!)
Through school many teachers would call Reginald a troublemaker, what they didn't realize was this was the result of a genius mind locked in a child's hell. Regardless the associated punishments did not break Reginald and in fact perhaps went so far at to make him the man he is today. Plus it wasn't all bad, he had taught plenty of his little girlfriends about a game called “Doctor” by the time he was nine and was experienced in certain aspects of the world by twelve.
<rewrite-protipfolder#1-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #1: Guys, trust me on this, the closet thing...it's awesome, tight space, tighter...well, you get me? Just make sure to do it at least once more once you're older, wouldn't want to be fantasizing about your childhood, that's just creepy.</rewrite-protipfolder>
Eventually he made it through school with as many ideas as he had lovers (which is saying something). Unfortunately the educational system failed to see either of these as a vocational skill, the first because his reserved nature hadn't made it obvious, the second...because the law is a bastard. Either way with his future uncertain before him he turned to his love for machines as a way out but his father refused to give him the chance, instead he was sent off to the military. Luckily he was able to prove himself the competent master of a machinist he was and was accepted into the armored division. However quite to everyones surprise a year later he was denied holding in the division and was shipped out in an army unit to the conflict brewing in the middle-east as a foot soldier, this was a cruel fate and one to which there is no answer to this day (and contrary to what certain records may state it had nothing to do with a certain generals underage daughter. Promise.)
<rewrite-protipfolder#2-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #2: Guys, the whole “princess in need of rescuing” thing is highly overblown. Their fathers (assuming you get caught) will fuck you as hard as you did their daughters, so yah, stick with the er...lesser choices, they might not look as nice, and you might feel depressed in the morning but in the long run your life will be much friendlier.</rewrite-protipfolder>
But as were many of Reginald's early experiences this may yet again have turned out to be a blessing in disguise. After all while he was there he experienced many new things (and ethnicities!) which he never had before and which further guided him onto the path he is today. For instance one day he decided he was tired of hiding in a gutter with a bunch of guys with poor hygiene, so with a gentlemanly bowler hat on head and umbrella in hand he walked across the battlefield in search of something beautiful. He found it in the form of American tanks and with a little ingenuity and his natural born charisma he commandeered one of the behemoths to take the fight to the enemy. Of course during the later international court-martial between his countries government and the United States they called it “Hijacking” and “Using a tank to go to a brothel” but they simply didn't understand the battle which Reginald was waging, that was all!
<rewrite-protipfolder#3-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #3: Guys, contrary to popular belief the daughters of regular folk like say...Baghdad butchers can in fact be extremely hot. Just, for future reference, make sure their fathers aren't around. Your climax (and the stitches you will never have to have) will thank you later.</rewrite-protipfolder>
Thankfully Reginald was saved by the misunderstanding Neanderthals when the jerry rigged courthouse was caught up in the escalating battle in the region. Using this and several other diversions Reginald wound up in an all new (and raging) battlefield, the African frontier. Eventually the uneducated saps would realize their mistake and stop hunting him (really, seriously, theres no reason to check the NSA's most wanted list or call any authorities, after all there are surely many Reginald's on that list and well this ones perfect and could never do any wrong!) and in the meantime he took up a life as a mercenary. He had never been a bad soldier, just a misunderstood one by the more straight-laced tyrannical governments...there was no such issue here. He became a trader in rare supplies and from time to time aided in battles himself to protect his brothers in arms (money!). Along the way he met several interesting and gentlemanly men like himself, one particular example was a man named Derrick whom he worked with on several occasions.
<rewrite-protipfolder#4-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #4: Guys, when working in certain areas of the world it's just best if you keep it to yourself. Theres always an element of risk involved but in these places its more akin to playing Russian Roulette than the Lottery it is in other places. God, itches upon itches...I still have nightmares...remember the safest sex is no sex, and this is one place where that's a rule you should actually listen to.</rewrite-protipfolder>
He remained in the African sector for a period of time, moving from one place to the other, wherever his vision and love was needed. Eventually he would take up a job as a permanent mechanic for a particular stand-up gentleman that wanted to procure several areas of real-estate that some malcontent ruffians had taken up lodging in. He would rework a number of weapons including more than a number of trucks and light armor vehicles back into service better than ever. Utilizing these vehicles the vagabonds were ousted in no time (sure the politically correct westerners who'd never seen a day of true pain in their lives would say they were guerrillas “Raping, pillaging, murdering and ousting poor civilians from their homes” but honestly...who you gonna believe? I WAS THERE)! So Reginald had a life with a cause, but that cause was slowly dwindling and just when it looked like he was about to have to find something new on his own he got a call.
It was that fine man known as Derrick. It seemed he had been caught up in something new over the past year that was expanding rapidly and now they found themselves in need of a master of machines. Derrick had recalled his time with Reginald and proposed him as a viable candidate. Of course touched by the other mans kind thought (and in no way strapped for cash) Reginald could hardly do anything but accept. Thus was he brought into the fold of what we now know as the glorious NWO. In no time flat Reginald would bring the organizations armor needs up to speed and in the time since they have also developed a number of improvements based on his designs. Finally after so many years what Reginald had known since building that generator way back long ago to power his favorite train set was knowledge for all those privy to the organization to see. He would also develop close friendships amongst his immediate working group!
<rewrite-protipfolder#5-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #5: Guys, I've tested it for you and you can in fact make it work in a vehicle of any variety, even military ones. But you shouldn't, because it's insulting to the lady, the vehicle that is.</rewrite-protipfolder>
Additional Info: <data-deleted><amendment><note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#003-R[C9]NWOD> Cocktail hour! 11-12PM, Wednesday, Sub-lab #3294-5403-3330. A limber mind (and preferably an equally limber body) are required! Note to self: Figure out how to make this message appear only when female accounts are reviewing dossier, remove this note when change has been made and amendment saved.</amendment>
Power Level: <data-deleted><amendment> Fancy-pants</amendment>
Physical Transformation: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald does not need to “transform”, that's just silly, after all he is perfect as is.</amendment>
Abilities: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald is capable of linking with the minds of others, an ability that has only manifested since joining the NWO but one which he has mastered quickly since then. He cannot control other minds but he can elevate them to a sense of euphoria, he can also cause minor linkage. This is not as distracting as it might sound, no individual can hear the others thoughts, they simply seem to know how the other will act. This means they become a single fighting unit that works in complete tandem with one another as long as they are within range (5 meters) of Reginald. At this point in time he can link three individuals with himself, this is just enough to make whatever vehicle he is in at the time a completely coordinated machine of humans. </amendment>
<note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#004-R[C9]NWOD> Oh and again a note for the ladies, I'm told that in the off-time said euphoria caused by this ability is quite enjoyable. If you're up for something unique maybe you should go see Reginald and ask about this, I'm sure he would be willing to oblige!</amendment>
Type: <data-deleted><amendment> The Lady Anne, “Most Beautiful yet Deadly Mechanical Warmachine the World has Ever Known” and Mistress Leina, “Sleek Angel of the Skies Might your Holy Fury be Upon My Enemies”</amendment>
Description: <data-deleted><amendment> How does one describe pure and unadulterated truth in motion? One for land, one for air, both poetry in the form of cold metallic constructs built for war. They are the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end and they are all that is good in this world. All emotions, all sights, sounds, touch, the very essence of being is in them each and they are lovely. Oh beautiful machine maidens what do you feel? What do you think? When put into my hands you are both the most gentle and most deadly creations known to man.
Lady Anne, you are harsh but kind. To my enemies do you offer a quick death, to my allies and myself do you offer protection and care. You roll on treads of fury and fire shells of death. You are the brightest and best hope for all I aspire to. You put that mechanical abomination the others put so much trust into to shame, you are my lady.
Mistress Leina, you are the wind underneath my wings. To my enemies you are to fast to hit and strike like thunder yourself, to my allies and myself do you offer speedy deliverance in your bosom. Your blades cut through the air like the black nether and your cannons pound my foes to dust. You are the darkest and best hope for all I aspire to. You crush the mass produced relics of a bygone age others utilize, you are my mistress.</amendment>
Equipment: <data-deleted><amendment> They have armor and they have guns, they make you explode. Look at them if you're that curious. They are my beautiful daughters, my wives, my lady, my mistress. So if you look, look carefully.</amendment>
<note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#005-R[C9]NWOD> THE END! Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah! I am awesome.</amendment
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New World Order – Personnel Dossier
Warning: The following information is Class 7 sensitive. Any individual found witnessing this information without Class 7 classification will be subject to Level 3 penalties. Re-production of this information by any personnel not of Class 9 or over without express written and verbal permission from the President [Class 10] will be subject to Level 5 penalties and will be subject to possible termination of duties or future limitations to classified documentation.
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Name: Reginald <data-deleted><amendment> $. Maximillion</amendment>
Gender: <data-deleted><amendment> Gentleman</amendment>
Age: <data-deleted>
NWO Rank: <amendment> The Most Glorious</amendment> Lead Armor Consultant, Armor Commander of NWO Mechanized Division
<sub-amendment><note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#001-R[C9]NWOD>Note to others: Hello. IZE N UR DOSSIER! CHANGIN UR MPORTUNT STUFFZ! Note to self: Haha. Looks like it's working, I'll start on it this evening when the networks busier. Remember, remove any sub-file notes to self before saving final amendment. I believe Class 10 will still be able to see the notes (as all information is permanently saved) but he has more important things to do, as long as the others can't I'm good.</sub-amendment>
Physical Description: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald is well known to be one of the most beautiful and illustrious men to walk the face of the Earth. It is not wholly uncommon for him to walk into a room and both women and men left and right to prostrate themselves before him, wishing for his imminent glory to be upon them (to which he will generously oblige should they be worthy). Many look upon his fine and athletic form and wonder, “How? How can so much perfection exist in a single human form?” to which the answer is, “We may never know”! Aggravating as it might be, knowing that we cannot all reach the wondrous levels of great beauty he has at least we may take comfort in knowing that he walks among us. Sharing his excellence with those less fortunate, showing great humility where a less restrained individual of similar characteristics (don't worry, there isn't one) might flout over others or worse yet, keep in hiding from them all-together!
Though it is difficult to put his magnificence into words the attempt shall at least be made. He is said to be a chiseled man of a fine age (the finest!) with both the glamor of youth but the ruggedness of age and experience all brought into one. Like a bronze titan from the time of gods he walks among us with a skin of brushed olive. His eyes are like bright lipid pools of cyan paint, worked by the greatest of histories artist. His hair is an astounding shade of golden wheat, a bounty fit for kings, yet with just the slightest hint of graceful maturity at the roots, and of course like all proper gentlemen he remains otherwise well groomed. His muscles are of the finest timbers, strong and stout but not overly grotesque in amplitude. His stature is one of equilibrium, all things exact and equal, he is a tall being with a broad (read: manly) frame. In all things he is desirable, desire him!
As before his choice in attire is impeccable. He wields his dress as a king might wield a scepter, or a god his world. For it is on first impressions which the world is built after all! He spends his own wealth and no others that he might be cloaked in the finest of apparel, the kind by which others look and say, “By the gods! Where does a man get clothing like that?” and to which this next answer is, “It is a secret”, if to many were to know the secret then territories might be infringed upon...and we would not want that. Yes! Perfect clothing, suits and coats of all colors and shapes, all shades, all materials and of every known designers brand. When this man walks into the room you know someone important has arrived and you know, you want to be him, you want to know him, YOU WANT HIM TO KNOW YOU!
At no times does he strive for any less than vestment perfection and at no times does he fail to achieve it. On the occasions when he must take up work he would do no less, while limited in his choices he does all in his power to remain the pinnacle of attraction that he is. With small, nuanced manipulations of his traditional work outfit has he turned the usual dull black coat and matching outfit into a latticework for fine metals and elegantly colored fabrics. Showing not only does he have a pretty face, rugged good looks and excellent taste but a creative mind as well.
Oh alluring perfection that <mistake-deleted> YOU (not me!) are Armored Lord! Take me now!</amendment>
Personality: <data-deleted><amendment> Humble, oh so humble is Reginald. When he was born the gods looked down upon him and said, “That is one humble man in the making” and he looked back at them and said, “I most certainly am, now get me some milk”. When one first meets him they are surely floored by his intelligence, and captivating persona, and professionalism, and skill, and technical expertise, and understanding, and amazingness (and his beautiful looks!). They might think that being so much better than them they could never have anything to do with him but of course, they would be wrong. Oh certainly he is perfect in all regards but despite knowing his own perfection he has learned to accept that not everyone else is. But instead of growing narcissistic over this fact he has instead grown understanding! He wishes to help all those who cannot be as perfect as him to better themselves and will go to great lengths to do so.
He is of course quite popular with the ladies as is to be expected (he is of course, just as popular with the men but he is human and his taste in this area are unfortunately pickier, thus fewer have truly learned the extent of his capabilities). Sometimes he simply walks up to a woman and tells her she will be his, naturally it is so. At times he will walk into a room and tell several of them this, without question they agree, for he is both physically and mentally the most desirable person to EVER enter their lives. It goes without saying that his ability is not limited to dialogue alone (if you know what I'm saying!). On those rare occasions when an individual isn't falling into his loving embrace (it is always loving, for his love knows no bounds for his human companions) they are falling into his enrapturing charisma. You should hang on his every word, for his every word is a work of beauty.
But it isn't all fun, games, love and beauty! Sometimes there is harshness, sometimes there is the unfortunate hammer of reality! In the end he is after all a working man and work he does for he leads a grand army against forces which most minds can simply not comprehend! But even during these times one knows they are in the presence of perfection, for even if his softness is lost the harshness with which it is replaced is an entirely different form of greatness. Grand plans which never fail fall into motion, the minds of those he orders fall into distinct unison, they are one perfect machine built to destroy their enemies and they answer only to his power and conviction. He is all knowing, he can see your plans formulating before you even know what your plan is, he can hear what you hear, see what you see and he WILL turn it against you.
Equally (and more down-to-Earth amongst the rest of you) he is a genius in all things mechanical. If it breaks he will fix it, if it isn't broken he will make it better, if it's already better he will amaze (and ashame) you by showing how it can be even more so! Try as they might the worlds greatest scientist cannot compare to his sheer understanding of how a machine works, he treats it as he would any of the fine women he has swept off their feet and focuses that same affection into making them perfect (almost as much as he is). His machines are beautiful and he thinks they are beautiful, they are war machines, glorious ones and when they go to battle his own beauty and personality will shine through them and blind the enemy in glorious perfection and love!
In short Reginald is without fault is every possible way. He is kind when he needs to be kind, firm when he needs to be firm, loves when he needs to love and professional should the situation call for it. It is widely believed that if you listen carefully when he speaks that you can hear a carefully constructed orchestra playing along to his words, this is not in fact true. What you are in fact hearing the HARMONY OF HIS BEING, the essence of what it is to be beautiful. Oh and ladies, the prevalent rumors that this beautiful god of a man has a thing for younger (perhaps too young some would say) girls is a grievously overblown insult to his good will. On an unrelated note should any of you (or since only the higher classes SHOULD be reading this, perhaps your friends or new subordinates) be young and single feel free to introduce them/yourselves to Reginald at any time, purely as a courtesy that he might return forthwith.
He is also known to be fearless, the first time he fought a hollow as part of the NWO it is widely heard that his initial command was, “DRIVE ME CLOSER! I WANT TO HIT IT WITH MY SWORD!”</amendment>
<note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#002-R[C9]NWOD> Note: Affections are appreciated. Gifts are adored. Heidseick Vineyards preferred! Receptions will be returned ten-fold in direct correlation to the enjoyment of your company and material means. Haha! Note to self: Remove folder before saving amendment.</amendment>
History: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald was born wielding a toy tank in one hand, a sword in the other, a pipe in his mouth (blowing bubbles, Reginald would never condone under-age smoking) and a monocle over one eye. It was clear (even to his shocked parents) that he was destined for great and gentlemanly things from the day he entered the world and from then on he never ceased to amaze. He was born in the good ladies country, but that is beside the point as it does not actually have anything important to do with him. By the time he was two years old he had built a working generator which he used to power his previously wooden train set (it was now metal, expertly crafted), by the time he was five he had fixed his fathers old truck and taken it for a joyride (the local patrolman was not happy, but Reginald told him a witty story about the process of making glue and Madame Matilda at the local church and he let him off the hook after a pint at the local brewery) and by ten he had built a jet engine which a private sector company used to launch the first self-contracted space vehicle. One might wonder how then Reginald is not well known around the world at this point, the simple answer is that even then his god-like humble attitude had manifested and he preferred to remain out of the spotlight. (Trust me! It's true, I know these things, I was there!)
Through school many teachers would call Reginald a troublemaker, what they didn't realize was this was the result of a genius mind locked in a child's hell. Regardless the associated punishments did not break Reginald and in fact perhaps went so far at to make him the man he is today. Plus it wasn't all bad, he had taught plenty of his little girlfriends about a game called “Doctor” by the time he was nine and was experienced in certain aspects of the world by twelve.
<rewrite-protipfolder#1-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #1: Guys, trust me on this, the closet thing...it's awesome, tight space, tighter...well, you get me? Just make sure to do it at least once more once you're older, wouldn't want to be fantasizing about your childhood, that's just creepy.</rewrite-protipfolder>
Eventually he made it through school with as many ideas as he had lovers (which is saying something). Unfortunately the educational system failed to see either of these as a vocational skill, the first because his reserved nature hadn't made it obvious, the second...because the law is a bastard. Either way with his future uncertain before him he turned to his love for machines as a way out but his father refused to give him the chance, instead he was sent off to the military. Luckily he was able to prove himself the competent master of a machinist he was and was accepted into the armored division. However quite to everyones surprise a year later he was denied holding in the division and was shipped out in an army unit to the conflict brewing in the middle-east as a foot soldier, this was a cruel fate and one to which there is no answer to this day (and contrary to what certain records may state it had nothing to do with a certain generals underage daughter. Promise.)
<rewrite-protipfolder#2-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #2: Guys, the whole “princess in need of rescuing” thing is highly overblown. Their fathers (assuming you get caught) will fuck you as hard as you did their daughters, so yah, stick with the er...lesser choices, they might not look as nice, and you might feel depressed in the morning but in the long run your life will be much friendlier.</rewrite-protipfolder>
But as were many of Reginald's early experiences this may yet again have turned out to be a blessing in disguise. After all while he was there he experienced many new things (and ethnicities!) which he never had before and which further guided him onto the path he is today. For instance one day he decided he was tired of hiding in a gutter with a bunch of guys with poor hygiene, so with a gentlemanly bowler hat on head and umbrella in hand he walked across the battlefield in search of something beautiful. He found it in the form of American tanks and with a little ingenuity and his natural born charisma he commandeered one of the behemoths to take the fight to the enemy. Of course during the later international court-martial between his countries government and the United States they called it “Hijacking” and “Using a tank to go to a brothel” but they simply didn't understand the battle which Reginald was waging, that was all!
<rewrite-protipfolder#3-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #3: Guys, contrary to popular belief the daughters of regular folk like say...Baghdad butchers can in fact be extremely hot. Just, for future reference, make sure their fathers aren't around. Your climax (and the stitches you will never have to have) will thank you later.</rewrite-protipfolder>
Thankfully Reginald was saved by the misunderstanding Neanderthals when the jerry rigged courthouse was caught up in the escalating battle in the region. Using this and several other diversions Reginald wound up in an all new (and raging) battlefield, the African frontier. Eventually the uneducated saps would realize their mistake and stop hunting him (really, seriously, theres no reason to check the NSA's most wanted list or call any authorities, after all there are surely many Reginald's on that list and well this ones perfect and could never do any wrong!) and in the meantime he took up a life as a mercenary. He had never been a bad soldier, just a misunderstood one by the more straight-laced tyrannical governments...there was no such issue here. He became a trader in rare supplies and from time to time aided in battles himself to protect his brothers in arms (money!). Along the way he met several interesting and gentlemanly men like himself, one particular example was a man named Derrick whom he worked with on several occasions.
<rewrite-protipfolder#4-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #4: Guys, when working in certain areas of the world it's just best if you keep it to yourself. Theres always an element of risk involved but in these places its more akin to playing Russian Roulette than the Lottery it is in other places. God, itches upon itches...I still have nightmares...remember the safest sex is no sex, and this is one place where that's a rule you should actually listen to.</rewrite-protipfolder>
He remained in the African sector for a period of time, moving from one place to the other, wherever his vision and love was needed. Eventually he would take up a job as a permanent mechanic for a particular stand-up gentleman that wanted to procure several areas of real-estate that some malcontent ruffians had taken up lodging in. He would rework a number of weapons including more than a number of trucks and light armor vehicles back into service better than ever. Utilizing these vehicles the vagabonds were ousted in no time (sure the politically correct westerners who'd never seen a day of true pain in their lives would say they were guerrillas “Raping, pillaging, murdering and ousting poor civilians from their homes” but honestly...who you gonna believe? I WAS THERE)! So Reginald had a life with a cause, but that cause was slowly dwindling and just when it looked like he was about to have to find something new on his own he got a call.
It was that fine man known as Derrick. It seemed he had been caught up in something new over the past year that was expanding rapidly and now they found themselves in need of a master of machines. Derrick had recalled his time with Reginald and proposed him as a viable candidate. Of course touched by the other mans kind thought (and in no way strapped for cash) Reginald could hardly do anything but accept. Thus was he brought into the fold of what we now know as the glorious NWO. In no time flat Reginald would bring the organizations armor needs up to speed and in the time since they have also developed a number of improvements based on his designs. Finally after so many years what Reginald had known since building that generator way back long ago to power his favorite train set was knowledge for all those privy to the organization to see. He would also develop close friendships amongst his immediate working group!
<rewrite-protipfolder#5-authorization:maleaccount-checking:Hunter:Male:authorized>Pro-tip #5: Guys, I've tested it for you and you can in fact make it work in a vehicle of any variety, even military ones. But you shouldn't, because it's insulting to the lady, the vehicle that is.</rewrite-protipfolder>
Additional Info: <data-deleted><amendment><note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#003-R[C9]NWOD> Cocktail hour! 11-12PM, Wednesday, Sub-lab #3294-5403-3330. A limber mind (and preferably an equally limber body) are required! Note to self: Figure out how to make this message appear only when female accounts are reviewing dossier, remove this note when change has been made and amendment saved.</amendment>
Special Ability
Power Level: <data-deleted><amendment> Fancy-pants</amendment>
Physical Transformation: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald does not need to “transform”, that's just silly, after all he is perfect as is.</amendment>
Abilities: <data-deleted><amendment> Reginald is capable of linking with the minds of others, an ability that has only manifested since joining the NWO but one which he has mastered quickly since then. He cannot control other minds but he can elevate them to a sense of euphoria, he can also cause minor linkage. This is not as distracting as it might sound, no individual can hear the others thoughts, they simply seem to know how the other will act. This means they become a single fighting unit that works in complete tandem with one another as long as they are within range (5 meters) of Reginald. At this point in time he can link three individuals with himself, this is just enough to make whatever vehicle he is in at the time a completely coordinated machine of humans. </amendment>
<note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#004-R[C9]NWOD> Oh and again a note for the ladies, I'm told that in the off-time said euphoria caused by this ability is quite enjoyable. If you're up for something unique maybe you should go see Reginald and ask about this, I'm sure he would be willing to oblige!</amendment>
Spirit Power <data-deleted><amendment> ARMOR!!!</amendment>
Type: <data-deleted><amendment> The Lady Anne, “Most Beautiful yet Deadly Mechanical Warmachine the World has Ever Known” and Mistress Leina, “Sleek Angel of the Skies Might your Holy Fury be Upon My Enemies”</amendment>
Description: <data-deleted><amendment> How does one describe pure and unadulterated truth in motion? One for land, one for air, both poetry in the form of cold metallic constructs built for war. They are the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end and they are all that is good in this world. All emotions, all sights, sounds, touch, the very essence of being is in them each and they are lovely. Oh beautiful machine maidens what do you feel? What do you think? When put into my hands you are both the most gentle and most deadly creations known to man.
Lady Anne, you are harsh but kind. To my enemies do you offer a quick death, to my allies and myself do you offer protection and care. You roll on treads of fury and fire shells of death. You are the brightest and best hope for all I aspire to. You put that mechanical abomination the others put so much trust into to shame, you are my lady.
Mistress Leina, you are the wind underneath my wings. To my enemies you are to fast to hit and strike like thunder yourself, to my allies and myself do you offer speedy deliverance in your bosom. Your blades cut through the air like the black nether and your cannons pound my foes to dust. You are the darkest and best hope for all I aspire to. You crush the mass produced relics of a bygone age others utilize, you are my mistress.</amendment>
Equipment: <data-deleted><amendment> They have armor and they have guns, they make you explode. Look at them if you're that curious. They are my beautiful daughters, my wives, my lady, my mistress. So if you look, look carefully.</amendment>
<note-archivedfolder/status:located/unarchived><amendment><hiddenfolder#005-R[C9]NWOD> THE END! Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah! I am awesome.</amendment
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