Profile
PROXY | AGE UNKNOWN | MALE | DEERCORN MIGNYAN
a prestigious diplomat that withdrew from the public eye with no explanation. the ill-intentioned crab known as proxy was a clever, albeit lazy little thing that'd burned through dozens of dead-end hosts before arriving at his current exploit; a politician with a meticulously built life that he could readily destroy, supplemented by wealth he could reallocate into a new life that could better suit his interests. with a foreign new meat suit to learn how to pilot and an unimaginable sum of hoarded wealth to do with as he wanted, proxy rented out a shitty flat and got to work, taking knowledge left over from previous, more net-savvy hosts to start conducting under the table deals on the silk road. his outreach grew exponentially, and a newly acquired taste for having a hand in the more violent kind of business the dark web had to offer turned this newly-infected drug peddler into a private hit contractor overnight. proxy, a seasoned footsoldier for as long as he could remember, now had an unexpected seat in power, the ability to choose who lives, who dies, who eats, who starves- and he'd be lying if he said it hasn't gone to his head.
he didn't have to select such a high-risk path, perse- but after hungry lifetimes worth of pencilpushing day in and day out under the thumb of the man and still being left without two pennies to rub together, he'd grown tired, maybe a little vindictive of the upper echelons that'd systemically wronged him in previous bodies. he wanted something fresh, something more comfortable...and what's the harm in breaking a few things on the way out?
