Name: Alejandro Victor Mancuso

Nature: Survivor

Allegiance: Nova Força Nacional

Strength 3;

Dexterity 4; Athletics 2, Drive 1, Firearms 1, Martial Arts 3 (specialty: Dirty Maneuvers), Melee 2, Pilot 1, Stealth 1,

Stamina 3; Endurance 1, Resistance 1,

Perception 3;

Intelligence 2; Intrusion 1, Linguistics 1 (Spanish, English), Medicine 1, Survival 1,

Wits 3; Meditation 1, Rapport 1,

Appearance 2; Style 1,

Manipulation 1; Command 1,

Charisma 3; Perform 1, Savvy 1

Willpower: 5

Psi: 7

Aptitude: Biokinesis

Basic Techniques: Biosense

Modes: Adaptation 3, Psychomorphing 0, Transmogrify 1

Auxiliary Modes: None.

Backgrounds: Cipher 1 (records unavailable outside of Brazil), Citizenship 0 (Brazil), Influence 1 (law enforcement), Contacts 2 (Street), Mentor 1 (elder Norça), Resources 2

Weapons: Alchemy Bioflechette (Acc +1, Dmg 3/5/7L, RoF 5/10/15),

Naginata / Staff (Dmg 8L or 9B), Fighting Gloves (Dmg 8B)

Armor: Armor Vest (1/3, 0), Reinforced Clothing (0/2, 0)

Other Equipment:

Alejandro was born in Buenos Aires to an Englishwoman who left to find a better life out of the wreckage of Europe. In Argentina she ended up a prostitute and became pregnant to an unknown client several years later as a result of cheap birth control. She picked her sons’ name from a sports almanac in the 'waiting room,' since she wasn't really up on Spanish naming conventions, not suspecting that as many as 20% of the populace were rabid soccer fans and that Alejandro's name was going to be that obvious.

She was killed when he was four as retaliation from the family of a man the other prostitutes of her building had murdered for trying to muscle in and 'pimp' them (they were fiercely 'independent' and worked only for themselves). The other prostitutes allowed him to hang around, feeling somewhat guilty about his mothers’ death, taking turns raising him. He made some money for about a month when he was 14 since some of the clientele found the idea of renting the 'services' of a young boy attractive, but when the house madam explained to him that if he was going to 'work' the house, it was time he started paying his cut, he realized that this was NOT what he was going to do with his life and it seemed to truly sink in how sick this all was.

Alejandro ended up on the streets, running with others like himself, among kids his own age for the first time really. He was harder than most of the other kids and certainly was worldlier in some aspects, having been around sex and death and worse almost all of his life. As a result, he ended up a leader, running protection rackets and shakedowns over several neighborhoods worth of choice territory by the time he was 17 and it all fell apart. A store-owner that he was trying to intimidate happened to be a former client and recognized him, making some bold noise about his past and rattling Alejandro and his 'soldiers.' The thought that he had been selling his body on the streets was enough to stir up the second who rallied the others into a fag-bashing frenzy (despite having ample proof over the last 3 years that Alejandro was enthusiastically hetero) and they beat him until one of his legs, both of his arms, six of his ribs and his jaw, nose, many teeth and skull were all broken. The shop-owner didn't profit from his actions, for while he escaped in the confusion, they left their former leader lying in his own blood and torched the store, leaving just in time to lose two of their number to arriving police. The flames were extinguished before Alejandro was burned too badly, although combined with his other injuries, he was in critical condition for almost a week. It was in the hospital that he tested highly latent and the Order became involved in his case, offering to pay all of his medical bills if he would work with them for a few years. He had to have a nurse sign the release, but he had already been 'owned' before, so it wasn't really a hard decision for him.

He came out of the hospital a month later, wearing an assortment of expensive biotech casts that fed nutrients directly into his rapidly healing bones, but still scarred from the fire over 60% of his body, most obviously his unprotected face, arms and chest (he had only been wearing a t-shirt and jeans as his 'friends' had taken his jacket during the beating). He passed out dozens of time during the trip and remembers little of it, when he next awoke he was being lowered into a tank of some greenish-yellow goo that seemed to be heaving up as if in anticipation of his immersion. He was surprised to note that the casts had been removed and that another figure seemed to wait within the tank, under the fluid, which was warm and stinging, like alcohol or having ants crawl all over your body, as it rose over his scarred flesh. Inside the gel, he could only see faintly through the nearly opaque fluid, but he could feel his arms seized firmly as the man in the tank pressed up against him and the pain began.

It felt like he was being skinned alive, he had been prepared for something, his skin was still raw and oozing and he couldn't imagine this bizarre encounter being anything but the usual sort of sexual perversion, but this was a thousand times worse! He fell unconscious and yet stayed aware of the pain, losing track of when the pain ended and a pure light began. When he was later pulled from the tank, he was alone. The other man was waiting outside for him with clothes and a mirror. He felt strong and vital, healthier than he had ever felt (partially a result if being cleared of the street drugs he had been on for that last 3 years) and his 'healing' ribs and leg and arms and jaw all felt whole and fine. He froze at that point as his skin felt smooth and looked at the mirror to see that his grotesque burned off face and chest and arms were smooth and clear, looking like he had never been in the fire at all!

Except for having only the faintest shadings of new hair growth on his upper body, he showed no signs at all of the beating or the fire! He babbled and cried and thanked the Pai de Norça for his body and the Proxy looked amused (and a little tired) and reminded him that he was family, a son, and what father wouldn't do this for any of his sons if he could? Alejandro works for the Norça exclusively, and his loyalty is unquestionable, he feels that Del Fuego restored not only his body, but also his soul and he has pledged it wholeheartedly to his service. He has something of a case of hero-worship for the Proxy, thinking he can do now wrong, to the point of being fairly unrealistic in his opinions of his Orders leader. He had finally found a 'father,' which seems to have been all part of the Proxy's design. He would never reveal the awesome secret in which he has been entrusted, that the Proxy can actually mold the flesh of others (or that perhaps any Norça can, in the Prometheus chamber...).