Personnel File: TB aka Wizkid aka Phillip Harrowfield aka Jack

 

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They used to call me Jack. That’s the name I chose when I walked away from the life they tried to force on me. The Universal Brotherhood orphanage? That’s the past, and it’s better left buried. What matters is what I did after.

I made it out of that hell and found myself in Redmond—where life is cheap, and survival’s the only rule. That’s where I met Mr. Black. He’s a fixer, the kind of man who knows how to see potential in a lost cause. He got me into a dojo, a place where people with a bit more to them than meets the eye could learn to sharpen their edges. Hiroshi was the master there, a man who understood what it means to harness power without letting it break you. Under his guidance, I found my focus, honed my skills, and became something more than just another street rat.

But Redmond has a way of tearing down anything good. Gangers hit the dojo, and everything went up in flames. Hiroshi didn’t make it. I made sure the ones responsible didn’t, either. After that, there was nothing left for me there. Mr. Black suggested I move on, keep a low profile for a while. He set me up with a fake SIN—Phillip Harrowfield. It’s served me well enough, opening doors that "Jack" would never get through.

These days, I go by "TB" on the streets, and in the Matrix, I’m "Wizkid"—the kid everyone underestimates. I like it that way. It keeps the real me in the shadows, where I can see the moves before they’re made. Phillip? He’s just the mask I wear when the world expects someone ordinary.

I’ve still got a lot to figure out, but I’m not running. I’ve faced worse than this, and I’m still standing. I’m my own man now, and I decide what happens next.