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- Rez Austin: 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, Atomic Soul
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» Rez Austin
for Atomic Soul, prompt 6
roleplay thread
full name: Lourens Austin nickname(s): Rez, the Foreman nationality: British languages: English gender/orientation: male/bisexual occupation: mechanic, gang leader age/birthday: early 30s/december 21 appearance: ---
---personality: Rez Austin is dry, watchful, and faintly sardonic, a man whose authority comes from competence rather than volume. He keeps his voice level and his reactions economical, even when the room is burning, and people fall into step with him because he makes chaos behave. He thinks like a mechanic—diagnose, stabilize, prevent recurrence—and he applies that same logic to leadership: tight operational discipline, contingency plans drilled into muscle memory, weapons handled like a culture, and fire wielded as a precise tool instead of a spectacle. He rewards discretion and punishes loose mouths and “I thought you meant…” excuses; nothing repulses him faster than ego-driven showboating or cruelty performed for fun.
Under the control is a man made careful, not hardened, by grief and neglect; guarded, private, and allergic to emotional vulnerability, yet stubbornly loyal once someone slips past the threshold. He protects his people in ways that look like indifference from the outside, designing deterrence so allies can’t be leveraged and treating preventable deaths as mechanical failure: unacceptable, correctable, personal. Rez reserves his violence for necessity, surgical and unsentimental, disgusted by sadists and anyone irreverent about harm. His leadership is built on respect because it's more stable than affection and cheaper than favours. A builder in a world that keeps breaking, he's trying to make something that will finally stay.history/relationships: - born Lourens (later became Rens, then styled himself as Rez)
- raised by largely inattentive parents (little supervision or involvement)
- at age 16, his family moved cities (it later came out that this was to be closer to his father’s mistress)
- despite the scandal and their mutual dislike, his parents stayed together "for the kid"
- which is when Rez started drinking, smoking, and running with a “delinquent” crowd
- although he was an avid reader, he didn’t care about school; skipped class, slept in, read motorcycle magazines under the desk when he showed up
- weekends were for drinking, talk of starting a band, and drugs via his new friend, Alfie (stolen from Alfie’s older brother)
- his father bought him a moped to salvage the relationship; it didn’t work, but it fed Rez’s vehicle obsession
- by age 18, he had apprenticed with a local mechanic, built a collection of beater vehicles (2- and 4-wheeled) frankensteined into functional machines, and resigned himself to a dead-end life
- around age 20, Alfie (now his best friend and the subject of a crush Rez couldn't quite label) was shot and killed in a drug deal gone wrong
- shortly after, his parents finally divorced
- at 21, he fled to America alone, with no plan and no resources
- was intermittently homeless; sometimes sleeping with strangers for a night indoors
- took about a year to scrape together steady work and land a shitty one-room apartment... and it was in that dingy one-roomer that he was living when everything changed
- Rez Austin was a modern kind of guy—the sort of level-headed skeptic who considered all the hubbub about the upcoming End of the World to be absolute bullshit at best... so when he heard the ruckus outside around midnight that night, he just got up, shut his grated window, made sure all the doors were properly locked, ignored an ominous spreading warmth that seemed to fill his entire body, and went back to sleep
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