Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Height/Weight(For actual reasons, I promise):
Appearance (You can post a picture or write a description. I like pictures better though):
Geneform(Explained below):
Cybernetic Mods(Explained below):
District of Origin(Explained below):
Equipment:

Skills
(You have 2 points of proficiency and 4 points of general aptitude to assign. Proficiency means you are, while not necessarily an expert, highly skilled in this particular skill. General aptitude indicates that you, while not excelling in the area, have an understanding of the skill and its use)

Skill List:
Acrobatics/Athletics:
Awareness:
Barter:
Bio-Tech(Personal augmentations like robotic limbs):
Chemistry:
Genetics:
Gun Tech(Necessary for use of any ThysenKrüpp weapons, and some others):
Gun Use(Only applies to basic firearms):
Hacking:
Insight:
Large Melee Weapon Use (Bats, swords, etc.):
Manipulation:
Medicine:
Old-Tech(Any technology not connected to a human):
Sleight of Hand:
Small Melee Weapon Use (Knives, etc.):
Stealth:
Surgery:
Survival:
Unarmed Combat:
Vehicle Use:

Backstory:

The popular genetic modifications in Petrova as of recent years all revolve around enhancing the senses. People are buying stronger ears, better eyes, etc. However, this in no way means that the only genetic mods found in Petrova are sensory ones. There are less popular geneforms to be found in the Hub, such as extra finger mods, a mod to put an eye on the back of your head, and more. In underground clinics people have even been known to give themselves monstrous qualities, like an extra arm, or shark-like teeth.

While they are becoming less and less popular, cybernetic augmentations have their uses. People have augmentations that allow them to interface with computers, and augmentations that enhance the use of their limbs, making them stronger or faster. However, those in the Hub and Garden districts often look down on those with cybernetic augmentations, seeing them as lesser humans.

Districts:

Ronnie’s older brother is the only family she remembers having. Brother had been about five years older than Ronnie. They lived the vast majority of their lives in the Gutter District surrounded by other people just as dirt poor as they had been. Brother would have to run around with other gangs of kids in similar situations doing errands or pickpocketing just to feed the two of them. Most of the street kids would be picked up by one of the four gangs in the district. Brother had made sure that Ronnie and him were picked up by the Rats, one of the better gangs. Eventually, when the two of them got older, pickpocketing and errands weren’t enough for them. So, Brother started selling his limbs and coming home with ones of metal. It was quick and easy money but Ronnie noticed that her brother was becoming more and more metal.

By the time Ronnie decided it was high time she took care of her brother for a change, he had already sold off his arms, legs, a quarter his organs, eyes, nose, and both ears. It was just after Ronnie had finally sold her left forearm that ThysenKrüpp took over the Development District for good. Ronnie overheard people on the streets talking about the “dead bastards” in the Development District dying in spades. She saw even more of them flocking into the Gutter District in droves. People screaming and crying for their lost loved ones in the streets became a constant in those days. What was worse, she was one of them.

Brother and another one of the kids that had grown up on the streets had gone to the Development District when ThysenKrüpp’s Initiators had razed the area, they had been sent on an errand by the shady doctor who did mostly black market dealings, known as Dr. Quackshot. The doc’s actual name was a little bit more normal than his alias. The other errand guy had made it back, barely, but all that remained of Brother was a lock of hair and his favorite ring. Since then, Ronnie has been living on her own, making her way through the world in the ways she knows how with a deep set hatred for ThysenKrüpp.

Backstory : Lyra Ingolstadt is, in her own words, a “recovering asshole.” She was born Alex Maddox, only child of a middle-class family in the Industrial district about 3 years before ThysenKrüpp moved in. When they did their first wave of razings, her family home was included. She and her parents managed to escape to the Gutter District relatively intact, but without a source of income or shelter, they could only last so long. By the time Alex was 7, she was orphaned. Ever since then, Alex, against all odds, has survived largely on her own. At first, she begged for any aid strangers could offer, but eventually she realized that this could only get her so far--around age 9, she got tired of having to choose between food, medicine, and clean clothing. So, she turned to theft, sneaking, tumbling, and eventually even hacking her way into homes and storefronts and taking what she could. Even then, she grew weary of having to constantly search for new shelter to keep her dry and her possessions safe… and she grew jealous of those who didn’t have these worries. So, she saved up, and by her 13th birthday she had a pistol. The next day, her first mugging. The next month, she took her first life. She also changed her name to Athena--she thought it sounded cooler than Alex. Kids, right?

Eventually, her aptitude for skulking and marksmanship got her noticed by the Rats, back when they were in their prime, and she joined on with them. She eventually earned enough to buy a fairly impressive sniper rifle (given its price on the black market, at least), as well as several tattoos and piercings (to look the part of the big bad gang enforcer). She spent much of her time as a Rat either smuggling goods quickly and quietly, or skulking behind their other smugglers and removing any threats (generally of the Die Glücklich variety) from a very, very safe distance. She grew in infamy over the years and, remarkably, by her early 20s, she somehow managed to catch the attention of ThysenKrüpp… and then one day, Athena Maddox disappeared, as tends to happen to gang members who catch the megaconglomerate’s attention. She woke up in a dark room, and was presented with a “choice” to join ThysenKrüpp--you can probably imagine what the alternative to that choice was. And so Athena, at least partially of her own volition, became an infiltrator in the service of the company that ruined her life, assisting them with their more… hostile takeovers. After all, ThysenKrüpp isn’t the only up-and-coming megaconglomerate in the world, and they really like keeping their edge… if a competitor’s executive has to be shot from a rooftop for them to keep that edge, well, so be it. As far as her feelings went concerning the fact that she was working for some shitstains she’d have liked to see dead, she was startlingly okay with all of it--the pay was damn good, and the bastards she killed were no better (and sometimes even worse) than the bastards she worked for. Plus, the bastards she killed didn’t pay her. Over the course of 5 years, Athena rose to the rank of captain. Her performance (and a bit of her paycheck) even managed to get her a genetic mod that allowed her (selective) thermal vision, which in turn caused her efficiency (and paychecks) to increase.

But yes, she didn’t really mind working for ThysenKrüpp. Well, until 2 years ago. That’s when she was put in charge of a small squad to that was to assist with further expansion into Petrova, a job that she did not particularly relish. Still, it beat ThysenKrüpp’s severance package (emphasis on sever), so she went along with it. And then she saw her. A child, no more than 3, staring down Athena’s scope. Terrified. Suddenly, memories surged back to her--chaos, gunfire, death, her home razed to the ground. Athena had become what she hated.

She didn’t take the shot.

In fact, for the second time in her life, Captain Athena Maddox simply up and disappeared. A startling amount of records on her followed suit, perhaps as a result of a favor or two she had gathered, but who can really say?

As a part of her disappearing act, she used some of her saved funds from years of working for the devil to become a new person. She got new tattoos, paid for some of her more distinctive scars to be covered up, had gene therapy to alter her hair color from its natural black to a vibrant blue, and she dyed streaks of that purple. She took the name Lyra Ingolstadt. She spent much of the remainder of her savings on a fairly sizable ramshackle dwelling in the Gutter District, right between the territories of the Rats and the Bubble Gang--the place itself was in the territory of a smaller gang that just barely managed to hold its own. She took one room, and lent the others to any poor bastards who needed them, determined to try and be a positive influence for once in her damn life. She even found a doctor, Dr. Quackshot, strange guy, but a good enough fellow (with impeccable taste in masks), and reasonable enough with his rates for her clientele, who could often not afford medical care any other way. Over the past 2 years, her shelter has won her a slight reputation in her neck of the Gutter as a humanitarian… well, depending on who you ask. If you’re asking members of that small gang in her area, well, they’d say that anyone whose response to “requests” for protection money is to display the corpses of the collection agents outside of the shelter’s door cannot be called a “humanitarian” as readily as she could be called a “crazy bitch.” Still, it kept them away, so she figures she did something right.

Of course, while her savings from ThysenKrüpp’s ample payments were considerable (for a Gutter rat), they were not enough on their own to pay for her shelter--protection money or no. She needed a job, and her skillset rather limited her options. So, she found herself on one end of a rifle once again, but this time as a free agent, operating anonymously and taking bounties from a makeshift list in the back of a rather “charming” dive bar known as the Rotten Plug.

Jhona can't really complain about his life. He's had a pretty good life. Yeah, his dad may have experimented on his brain as a kid, which gave him some pretty basic psychic powers that are still rather finicky to this day; but hey, nobodies parents are perfect, right? At least his parents are extremely supportive. As a citizen of the Development district, Jhona has some of the best technology at his disposal, leisure time to pursue his interest (such as male modeling), and advance medicine to maintain his health. Everything is pretty damned dandy for him. He's never really had to worry about anything, except accidentally electrocuting himself when he trains with weapons.

Despite how safe and perfect society seemed to be, Jhona's butler, Alfred, insisted on teaching the red-headed youth how to defend himself from an early age. Alfred is a mysterious figure who has been with the family before Jhona was even born. After Jhona's father experimented on him, Alfred basically became the young master's body guard. Jhona views Alfred as a very over-protective, stick-up-his-ass guardian angel, but the old man is pretty much his best friend. Alfred is probably the only reason Jonah hasn't been expelled from Ouran Genetics Academy, either, for his crummy attendance rate.

Although Jhona's family has always worked for ThysenKrüpp, he chose to go into modeling instead. Jhona has promised his family on multiple occasions that he will eventually become serious about their business, but he truthfully doesn't have much motivation. The business seems like a migraine with lots of delegating and shiftiness and hair pulling; Jhona enjoys having a simple life too much.

However, lately ... Jhona's been paying a little more attention to his dad's work with ThysenKrüpp ... Because something seems a little off with everyone around the estate. Nothing that sends up bright red neon signs, but still ...