Name: Enzeru Freeman. Age: 2028 years old. Species: Shark/Wolf with drone (Protogen) augmentations. Gender: Male. Orientation: Pansexual. Height: 1,70mt / 5'7“ (5 feet, 7 inches). Weight: 85kg / 187lbs. Date of birth: 25th or March.
Background.
Earlier years..
Enzeru was born in a small town near the border edge of Argentina a 25th of March of 1998, making ends meet while finishing his specialization in electromagnetic fields, his early life has been marked by an early rebel phase, being part of a music band for most of his earlier years that he named “Acid Spit”, of which he was the frontman along with his drummer Josh Duran and the bassist Adam Shmidt and being the only son of one of the largest law firms at the time, “Freeman & Co.”.
After being disowned and emancipated by his father Julius Freeman at a young age since he confronted him about not wanting to follow on his steps in the law field, his earliest life was mainly living out of state money, sleeping in shelters and getting his degree in Electrodynamics, eventually graduating and going after his PhD in Magnetospheric Physics which allowed him to move to the US.
He had been working for multiple governmental entities and private contractors as an independent consultant, managing to get a more or less decent living out of it.
“The Cataclysm”.
Doomsday event scenario #EZ-505, solar beam explosion that renders the whole of the earth’s electronics unusable.
Designated as “The Cataclysm” at the time it was an event that flipped the whole world dynamics upside down; the technological level of the earth up to this point wasn’t much to brag about, but tactile screens, internet and even some robotic prosthetics that could be considered fairly advanced were made, prosthetics made it far enough that you could technically replace the whole of your body and be a brain in a jar full of biofluid in a robotic chassis.
The solar beam sooner than later became a matter of high risk and the best on their fields in function of the matter at hand were tasked with helping come up with an idea to deflect the beam off by a collaboration between the then small entrepreneur company EZ-Labs, the US government and the UN; the idea of a big satellite dish like structure that spans a great portion of the planet was pitched by Enzeru Freeman, PhD in Magnetospheric Physics, it was a new field of study since no solar bream of this scale was detected ever in history at that point, simulations all ended in a doomsday event, and despite the event itself being theorized all of the possible ran simulations ended up in the same sad conclusion.
Despite all this the project was given green light since there were no better ideas pitched and he was the only one with such specific niche research field expertise at a phone’s distance, and time was tight.
The dish designated as “Atlas” covered enough of the planet to be a proper shield, lead cored and lined out of the most reflective materials that were available at the time and that the current tech permitted.
When the day came, Atlas worked just as intended, the solar beam got reflected right out of the earth’s direct impact field, thing is calculations were mismatched and the beam caught in the sun’s magnetic fields, arching all around the sun’s or it and coming back to earth even stronger, the impact shattered the dish in countless pieces out of which some can be found nowadays around the earth’s whole curvature, the facility where the scientists and engineers were stationed got the most of the impact.
No one in the facility survived, and the earth’s technological structure got tumbled down for the most part, only simpler electronics on the level of old Apple II or IMB mainframe do puterd were the only kind of surviving tech, nuclear power plants without their managing systems began exploding, nuclear silos started going ham, and at the heart of the whole incident? A lone scientist had survived the whole ordeal.
The solar beam burned Enzeru’s face and left nothing but bone at its wake, the rest of his body being alright if you don’t count the numbness on his left arm. He managed to get a drone visor over his face with enough battery to last him for a little while, noticing sooner than later that the Geiger counters would go wild at his presence, yet he had not any of the symptoms of acute radiation poisoning, this was due to his body cells getting sun beam irradiated to a point where they regenerate faster than what they take to decay, also his skull on his face now being a nuclear reactor or sorts.
The aftermath.
Spending some time on his merry own, he roamed around the old EZ-Labs facilities in self isolation due to the radiation levels he was outputting, and since his cells were that irradiated that he could not grow older and maintained a young body he had the strenght and the time to scrap everything in the facility, eventually managing to scrap enough to make the necessary (even if makeshift) equipment equipment for him to be able to lead platting his skull to allow him to be able to roam around the wastelands without being a hazard.
After upgrading his visor face to something that he could reliably use in the long term and getting to replace his numbed up arm with a proper mechanical arm he finally made it into the wastes, fixing smaller electronics and keeping the old enough electronics working, opening a workshop eventually under the name of EZ-Repairs as a small nod to the old facility, and also because it felt like some clever word play of his own name ironically enough.
EZ-Industries.
What began as a small workshop meant as a way for Enzeru to keep his hands busy and to make a dime, evolved slowly over time. Enzeru knew a little bit of everything since he was a curious fellow and working at EZ-Labs allowed him to be in touch with a lot of people from a lot of different fields and backgrounds.
What demanded the most of his attention was prosthetics, to get them working again, not only for the fact that he had a prosthetic face and mechanical arm now, but also because he was not the only one that had said modifications made to their bodies. One thing led to another and over time he slowly began to bring technology back onto the table, slowly reconstructing what once was.
The electronics led to the eventual remaking of radio towers, radio towers allowed for the idea of the Internet to be a thing again, with them came cellphones eventually as well, the small repairs shop having to expand its activities slowly more and more by the minute.
Healthcare became an issue to take care of since everyone had some sort of radiation poisoning in their bodies, so that became priority two, and eventually investors started popping up thanks to this decision.
Rebranded as EZ-Industries or EZ-I for short the large company began recruiting a task force of private security, which eventually evolved into a full blown PMC. The strategy was simple enough, secure and protect farmlands around the area, make settlements, secure food and water sources, create a community. Said community only grew larger and stronger as communications kept everyone more tight knit together, emergencies got assessed faster, radiation was cleaned bit by bit and healed from the people and the land, and least but not least weapon and ammunition manufacturing became a sort of the EZ-I curriculum since the PMC needed arms in order to keep the whole community building plan going. Becoming a giant of not the biggest company in the world in the fields of Research and Development in general (R+D), and more specifically in everything that had something to do with health care, weapon manufacturing and communication, having hands in other fields such as genetics, xenobiology, and transports.
Rise and Fall.
EZ-I became a gigantic enterprise which’s governing reign lasted over the span of over a thousand years, having base on an island and sour of trash in international waters, “freedom island” was basically a middle finger to the re stablished governments that tried to control EZ-I and bring it down with “anti monopoly plans”.
There was a couple mega countries formed as the new territories, such as the “Latin American Coalition” that vouched for EZ-I since their healthcare was the best in the world and completely for free thanks to EZ-I itself, the “United Countries of the North” which was one of the main deterrents of EZ-I going as far as making a rival weapons enterprise called “US Armstech” to rival the mega corp, the “Asian Empire” which was in a more neutral situation, striking business with whoever was the best bidder, same posture that the “African Chieftainship”, the “Commonwealth Consortium”, the “Russian Union” and “Australia” had for the most part.
The economic growth came to a point where EZ-I was able to begin renting private security, building space ships, making orbital bases, and the joyride did not seem to stop at any second, Freedom Island was shared between EZ-I and its own PMC where they were experiencing nothing but growth and the advancements in tech rivalries if not surpassed what it once was. All this ruled by a multinational EZ-I.
Little records survived of what happened afterwards but the R+D offices ended up finding something they should not had, the whole event ended up with the island being consumed and destroyed, and when prompted about it Enzeru doesn’t say much more than “it blew up”.
The city of Solace
Nowadays EZ-I has recovered its legs and the omnipresent figure of “the CEO” it’s an almost deitycal figure that lives for eons, to which the EZ-I employees would follow though hell and back, nowadays leading the fields of robotics (specifically robots that function like an organic being down to even reproduction and digestion, most notably the “drones” and the drone factory), healthcare (everything synthetic, the healing compound called “biogel” being their main product) and generics (most modifications turned into something both permanent or temporary with a kiosk and a touch screen that dispenses a custom syringe that the customer sets the parameters for and pays with either cash or card like any vending machine); having some big foot in interdimensional travel (portals for the lost part big enough that need to be held stable by big metal arches, wormholes being ripped in one side to the other and kept open), and into inter space travel and shipping (spaceships being rebuilt and factories reopened).
Initially setting base in what once used to be an EZ-I military base with a big round metal walled area enclosed within its structure, the city of Solace began growing inwards, expanding, becoming home
The CEO.
Enzeru hated the mantle of the CEO for the longest time, lucky him he always kept a distant figure, a solemn behavior, and by flicking his LED lights to a red hue instead of the light blue one he managed to look like a whole different drone wearing his black suit and red tie to combine, the shoes changing into some fancy sneakers or fancy shoe wear every single time, stepping out as the CEO, the immortal figure that had lived for thousands of years of EZ-Industries history relegated to only when he is necessary, the light blue hues protogen mask wearing shark/wolf everybody knows as Enzeru being officially just the Head of Engineering for R+D in EZ-I, managing the whole thing from under the hood and his close entourage only knowing his true identity. Having a workshop of how own where he repairs computers and electronics for a hobby.