A DM Stash & Nerikson Collaboration
[Presupported in 32mm and 75mm scale]
[LYS Files Included]
A mysterious figure that prowls the streets of Neon Paradise and Broadport, one who deals out death and judgement like it’s going out of style. He’s been a pain in the Chrome Coast Police Service’s ass for the last two years, and an even bigger pain for all the gangs and two-bit thugs that get their kicks and paydays from terrorising and trafficking through the glitterstrips districts of glamour and vices. Though little is known about him, most thugs begin blasting or running the moment they see a shadowy man walking towards them in a mask and hood, though it never does them any good.
The Silver Jackal’s true identity is unknown, and highly speculated. The single journalist that ever interviewed the individual only got from him that people close to him were killed in a crossfire in a petty gang shootout, and the CCPS’s ineptitude has made him take matters into his own hands. Though Silver Jackal has no personal qualms with the officers of the law, it’s been reported a few times that he has killed them in their attempts to apprehend him, though locals on the street and his fans on the OzNet think these are fabrications in an attempt to sully his image.
Regardless, the glitter strip has become a safer place thanks to him, with most of these gang activities moving out to outer suburbs like Mermaid and Burleigh, leaving the heart of the Coast alone. Though petty thugs still like to test their odds, believing he won’t show up to stop them, they usually find themselves sorely mistaken, paying for their hubris in blood and bodybags. But unfortunately, not every thug he’s killed has been a destitute porty from beyond the wall. Most recently one of the gronks he zeroed was the son of a high up executive at ePower Enterprises, one who used his status and cash to try establish himself as the kingpin of trafficking drugs and bodies through the Coast. Unfortunately no amount of coins and chrome could save him from thirty-one 5.56mm rounds to the skull, and when word passed around that it was the Silver Jackal who did it, the exec sicced the full force of his personal security detail on him. Now he’s in a game of cat and mouse, where his only reprieve from it all is to smooth things over with the vengeful exec, though he’s aware that the only road forward here might be on a path of lead.
