I would be an Outlaw with heart. A little bit of good, and a whole lotta bad. Just another nomadic solo who would be close to the streets as a sort of fixer, but more. A criminal mastermind resembling a Butch Cassidy type who plans out his escape as well as the robbery is prepared. As hardened as John Dillinger and mixed with my own code, I would be a hardened career criminal but polite only to women, children, and animals. A son who would come from the lineage of the Pink Panthers and modern Asian pirates of today.
Stealth, speed, and accuracy will be in my bag of tricks, becoming a legendary spaghetti western gunslinger will be my goal along with covering my body in gang tattoos as well as filling it with countless cybernetic blades. Which is why, I'll be joining the Slaughterhouse Gang.
Some of the things I do will be questionable, for the most part I see myself as a Robin Hood type of anti-hero. The rich upper ruling class will be my target, corporate powers, and the police will be my sworn enemies, the entire system must kneel before me as I try to save whatever I can of the future. Consequences be damned.
Just a modern day outlaw, like the story of Jax Teller on Sons of Anarchy is today. Hopefully, I can start my own gang and run this town and live on the outskirts of the desert.
Paying off coppers and running from the U.S. Marshals or Desert Rangers.
Whatever I become, I shall live outside of the law.