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Where do we find the base price for clothes?
LOOKS
Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'
PSYCHE
Jon has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating.
HEAT.
Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare, weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they don't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.
STREET CRED
He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.
THE STORY
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Clothing and Armour (EB)
Weapons ( EB)
Implants (1885 EB)
TOTAL: EB
...AND THE REST
Jordan Faux
"Ain't nothin in this world for free, but what ever your after, I can make ya a pretty good deal on it."
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the others!"
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the others!"
LOOKS
Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'
PSYCHE
Jon has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating.
HEAT.
"None"
Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare, weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they don't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.
STREET CRED
"Small-time"
He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.
THE STORY
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Clothing and Armour (EB)
Weapons ( EB)
Implants (1885 EB)
- Nasal filters - 60EB
- Gill Toxin filters - 200EB
- Mr Studd - 300EB
- Sub dermal pocket - 200EB
- Adrenal booster - 400EB
- T-Maxx cyberliver - 450EB
- Chemical analyser - 200EB
- Booze master - 75EB
TOTAL: EB
...AND THE REST
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Where do we find the base price for clothes?Jordan Faux"Ain't nothin in this world for free, but what ever your after, I can make ya a pretty good deal on it."
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the others!"
LOOKS
Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'
PSYCHE
Jon has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating.
HEAT."None"
Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare, weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they don't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.
STREET CRED"Small-time"
He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.
THE STORY
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Clothing and Armour (EB)
Weapons ( EB)
Implants (1885 EB)
- Nasal filters - 60EB
- Gill Toxin filters - 200EB
- Mr Studd - 300EB
- Sub dermal pocket - 200EB
- Adrenal booster - 400EB
- T-Maxx cyberliver - 450EB
- Chemical analyser - 200EB
- Booze master - 75EB
TOTAL: EB
...AND THE REST
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This has also been added to OP.
Just to let you know, there is one other person applying for a fixer, once they post their app we'll determine which one of you is more suitable is for the role. The one who isn't picked will be asked to rewrite for another role, worst case is we scrap your char but I don't think it'll come to that.
Lonewolf685 Inquisitive and Immortal
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@DeadDrop
Sorry for any spelling errors. Wanted to get this out before I went to work;
"Quote"
LOOKS
A woman of maturity in her early thirties, Romanov boasts a curvaceous figure and a salacious strut to her steps that puts it all on display. Her hair is long and thick, with wild offshoots that make it seem as though her body is always in motion. Away from the more attention getting assets is a face with lines denoting one prone to inviting smiles and disarming laughter, her voice a purr with a hint of a Russian accent to make it exotic while still crystal clear.
PSYCHE
She exudes sexuality because she knows it's bewitching, that it gives her untold leverage over those around her, and like a serpent coiling around a rat she has them at her mercy. With a sway of her hips and a quirk of her lips, she twists them to her liking, takes them for everything they have, and leaves them begging for more. A peddler of addiction and affliction, it's satisfying to push those she's ensnared towards vice, till they've withered and rotted beyond any use to her. There is no lingering sentiment towards her past marks, nor is their hesitation in lining her pockets with the acquisition of another. A snake in the hen house, and an appetite that knows no end.
Heat
Nothing significant. Families of past customers may hold grudges, disgruntled spouses blaming failed marriages on standards raised impossibly high, and the occasional dealer who felt she was getting out of place. Nothing she'd be worried about with her hired help, though they bring their own Heat to the mix as well.
STREET CRED
Small but persistent. When her sights are on you, she won't settle for anything short of total submission.
THE STORY- FIXER
A humble origin for a less then humble person, one whose aspirations had been inclined to pursuits more wholesome in a time long since past. Once upon a time she'd have liked to be a Doctor, as there were few who could have such unmitigated influence without the lives of others without living life with a rifle in hand. But suffice it to say such an occupation was notoriously difficult for the resources and education needed to enter the field, and a lady of no repute found herself developing a more ill one upon her back to remedy that issue.
Prostitution was a learning experience, and as debasing and disappointing as it could be at times, it was far more enlightening then she could have dreamed. Exorbitant prices for quick transactions, prices fluctuating with a few choice words teasing the bill higher with devilish offers in moment's of weakness. Romanov found the power she wielded intoxicating, but like all highs it lost it's edge with time as her tastes grew more refined. Aiming higher, she sought control with less effort, and found her answer in a different field of work; Narcotics.
It was simple to connect from one illicit occupation to the other, as most of those turning tricks were liable to abuse whatever substance let them sleep at night, and pushing a bit of product on customers could only make everyone happier. Keeping her own veins clean of drugs assured others she wasn't skimming the merchandise as she delved further into the muck and filth of society, original intentions long abandoned for the tangible power of the present.
She found herself a small time operation, and walked past doors always open for her, straight into the boss' office. It was nothing grand, but that was part of the enjoyment for her when she took it off his hands, a hypodermic needle still bouncing in his arm as his hallucinogenic product sent him running out a two story and landing on his neck. It gave her cooks, it gave her distribution, and that was all she needed to start an illustrious career amidst the back alleys and street corners. She could even acquire a bit of muscle whose company was a constant source of entertainment-
At least, until an upstart gang with a bit of a longer reach then her own came calling, and she was behooved to put her skills towards a cause that tempted her with the possibility of greater gains then she could alone.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
...AND THE REST
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Sorry for any spelling errors. Wanted to get this out before I went to work;
Romanov Borsky
"Quote"
LOOKS
A woman of maturity in her early thirties, Romanov boasts a curvaceous figure and a salacious strut to her steps that puts it all on display. Her hair is long and thick, with wild offshoots that make it seem as though her body is always in motion. Away from the more attention getting assets is a face with lines denoting one prone to inviting smiles and disarming laughter, her voice a purr with a hint of a Russian accent to make it exotic while still crystal clear.
PSYCHE
She exudes sexuality because she knows it's bewitching, that it gives her untold leverage over those around her, and like a serpent coiling around a rat she has them at her mercy. With a sway of her hips and a quirk of her lips, she twists them to her liking, takes them for everything they have, and leaves them begging for more. A peddler of addiction and affliction, it's satisfying to push those she's ensnared towards vice, till they've withered and rotted beyond any use to her. There is no lingering sentiment towards her past marks, nor is their hesitation in lining her pockets with the acquisition of another. A snake in the hen house, and an appetite that knows no end.
Heat
Nothing significant. Families of past customers may hold grudges, disgruntled spouses blaming failed marriages on standards raised impossibly high, and the occasional dealer who felt she was getting out of place. Nothing she'd be worried about with her hired help, though they bring their own Heat to the mix as well.
STREET CRED
Small but persistent. When her sights are on you, she won't settle for anything short of total submission.
THE STORY- FIXER
A humble origin for a less then humble person, one whose aspirations had been inclined to pursuits more wholesome in a time long since past. Once upon a time she'd have liked to be a Doctor, as there were few who could have such unmitigated influence without the lives of others without living life with a rifle in hand. But suffice it to say such an occupation was notoriously difficult for the resources and education needed to enter the field, and a lady of no repute found herself developing a more ill one upon her back to remedy that issue.
Prostitution was a learning experience, and as debasing and disappointing as it could be at times, it was far more enlightening then she could have dreamed. Exorbitant prices for quick transactions, prices fluctuating with a few choice words teasing the bill higher with devilish offers in moment's of weakness. Romanov found the power she wielded intoxicating, but like all highs it lost it's edge with time as her tastes grew more refined. Aiming higher, she sought control with less effort, and found her answer in a different field of work; Narcotics.
It was simple to connect from one illicit occupation to the other, as most of those turning tricks were liable to abuse whatever substance let them sleep at night, and pushing a bit of product on customers could only make everyone happier. Keeping her own veins clean of drugs assured others she wasn't skimming the merchandise as she delved further into the muck and filth of society, original intentions long abandoned for the tangible power of the present.
She found herself a small time operation, and walked past doors always open for her, straight into the boss' office. It was nothing grand, but that was part of the enjoyment for her when she took it off his hands, a hypodermic needle still bouncing in his arm as his hallucinogenic product sent him running out a two story and landing on his neck. It gave her cooks, it gave her distribution, and that was all she needed to start an illustrious career amidst the back alleys and street corners. She could even acquire a bit of muscle whose company was a constant source of entertainment-
At least, until an upstart gang with a bit of a longer reach then her own came calling, and she was behooved to put her skills towards a cause that tempted her with the possibility of greater gains then she could alone.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35
▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50
▶ Dakai/Cyphire New Throat: Cost: €850
▶ Forked Tongue: Cost: €350
▶ Voice Pattern: Cost: €350
▶ Midnight Lady Implant : Cost: €300
▶ 10 Doses of Vulcan Pinch: Cost: €50
▶ 10 Doses of Ultrablue Glass: Cost: €10
▶ Total Cost: €1995
...AND THE REST
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Let me know when you finish so we can judge both sheets.
@Lonewolf685
Thanks for the submission we'll review it soon :)
Let me know when you finish so we can judge both sheets.
@Lonewolf685
Thanks for the submission we'll review it soon :)
KoL Knight of Lorelei
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Ok, my CS is almost done. I got the hardest part that's the equipment and a proper text description (given that I can't use the actual inspiration image for the character I'm building). I may have it done later today, but most likely towards the weekend.
Just letting you know.
Just letting you know.
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Innis A Hapless Harpy
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I'm almost done with a netrunner character! I'm just running into one small problem: netrunning rigs are expeeeeensive. Any advice? My chick's got nothing but the cheapest clothes and light pistol, but I'm still having trouble building a rig with what's left.
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LOOKS
ICON
PSYCHE
HEAT
STREET CRED
THE STORY: NETRUNNER
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
EDIT: Nevermind. I see you have a netrunner.
Gwen "Cipher" Potts
"Sometimes I dream in code and even those dreams are lightyears faster than you pathetic meat lumps."
LOOKS
Gwen Potts is a short, slight woman, her frame low on both fat and muscle from days of nonstop netrunning. Her skin is milk pale, a sharp contrast to her hot pink hair and eyes. There is nothing imposing about the netrunner in person, except maybe her sharp wit and sharper tongue.
ICON
On the net, Cipher appears as a hot pink cat, complete with whiskers and a coat of flickering and changing hexadecimal code.
PSYCHE
Cipher is a highly competitive, egotistical adrenaline junky who spends her time on the net pushing herself to go further in the unexplored potential space, to break more rules, to get more secrets. She's smarter than anyone else she knows, faster than anyone else she knows, and more than a little paranoid. Gwen trusts no one, a lonely pastime, and lives for the next run. In person, Gwen is sarcastic and prone to saying exactly what she thinks when she thinks it.
HEAT
Gwen Potts is a nobody, wanted by no one. Cipher, on the other hand, is an enigmatic net entity wanted from the theft of millions in corporate secrets. She hasn't cracked the feds yet, but its on her bucket list.
STREET CRED
Gwen is a nobody, but Cipher is slowly gaining a mixed following of fans and people who'd gladly fry her brain through her neon pink interface plugs.
THE STORY: NETRUNNER
Gwen Potts was born to corporate technician Rache Potts and his wife, Eva. She has an older sister, Robin, but hasn't bothered to check in with the fam in quite some time. As a kid, she was shy and reclusive, often bullied for her preference for machines over her fellow students (not that it was her fault that they were slow and stupid as a whole). By the 3rd grade, Gwen had mastered everything the school's computer literacy department had on hand and was hacking into the system to give herself straight A's.
Halfway through high school, Gwen gave up on the redundancies of public education and dropped out to continue her growth as a netrunner on the only real place to learn: the net. By 18, she was hired by Militech as a combat programmer during the third corporate war. Despite being the youngest programmer in their arsenal, Gwen quickly rose through the ranks by destroying Militech's enemies on the net.
Then she disappeared, taking a bunch of stolen Militech netrunning gear, gear their computers don't remember ever existing.
A few months later, the cyber entity Cipher was born, a cute, pink cat icon that's made quite a bit of trouble for the corps by hacking into their netspace and stealing sensitive information. Gwen supposes she could always sell this information if the going gets tight, but the main idea is the thrill of the run, avoiding NetWatch and corporate netrunners alike, getting faster, getting smarter.
Halfway through high school, Gwen gave up on the redundancies of public education and dropped out to continue her growth as a netrunner on the only real place to learn: the net. By 18, she was hired by Militech as a combat programmer during the third corporate war. Despite being the youngest programmer in their arsenal, Gwen quickly rose through the ranks by destroying Militech's enemies on the net.
Then she disappeared, taking a bunch of stolen Militech netrunning gear, gear their computers don't remember ever existing.
A few months later, the cyber entity Cipher was born, a cute, pink cat icon that's made quite a bit of trouble for the corps by hacking into their netspace and stealing sensitive information. Gwen supposes she could always sell this information if the going gets tight, but the main idea is the thrill of the run, avoiding NetWatch and corporate netrunners alike, getting faster, getting smarter.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Weapons (Total Cost:50)
Clothing (Total Cost: 145)
Netrunner Gear (Total Cost: 1805?)
Total:
- Light Pistol: Dai Lung Cybermag 15
Clothing (Total Cost: 145)
- Pants (20)
- Top (15)
- Jacket (35)
- Footwear (25)
- Glasses (50)
Netrunner Gear (Total Cost: 1805?)
- Interface Plugs (30)
- Cybermodem:
- Cyberdeck:
- Option A
- Option B
- Option C
- Programs
- Program A
- Program B
- Program C
Total:
EDIT: Nevermind. I see you have a netrunner.
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☠ Erin Blake ☠
"Stay down or stay dead."
LOOKS
What Erin lacks in size and height, she more than makes up for in unique appearances. A short woman of twenty years, her dull gray hair-which may or may not have been permanently dyed at some point-is kept in a shaggy ponytail and her orange eyes, usually devoid of caring, light up with fury when placed under the heat of the stage lights. She also likes to go for the punk school girl look when she can as part of her stage appearance. Because of this, she will always opt for a skirt, school shirt, and jacket over her armor in public coupled with some makeup, and maybe fake fangs too on stage. For some reason that tends to reel in the big money and lower quite a few guards down.
PSYCHE
Erin is a quiet girl who ironically has the perfect voice for screamos and other such punk concerts. While appearing lackluster on the talking front in anywhere else, she takes a complete turn of persona on stage, becoming a mad and raving beast of metal musical power. Still, that’s just the stage character talking; the real Erin doesn’t much care for others aside from a select few and won’t question shooting someone up for the sake of the gang. As long as it pays her, she has no qualms with sentimentality and empathy.
HEAT
Nothing too significant given most of the public knows her only as her stage get-up, Scratch Metal. She’s had her fair share of celebrity stalkers and nutjob fans of course but a few bullets can do wonders in keeping people silenced forever. If she’s pissed anyone off, it’s because she’s ignored them on the street or didn’t give them an autograph.
STREET CRED
Small but persistent. Despite her reputation musically, she’s still just a local one-man band. Her popularity depends mostly on word of mouth.
THE STORY- ROCKERGIRL
At some point, Erin had considered becoming a cop for the sake of patrolling the rampant streets of Night City. For some reason, she had a morbid fascination with the blatant police brutality and overall violence witnessed in the world around her. Evidently, that sort of thinking changed soon enough when she met a woman by name of Romanov Borsky. Lacking a child prodigy herself, the “doctor” took Erin under her wing and convinced her of much more promising aspects for her talent.
After all, it was Romanov who had suggested Erin take up the rockergirl gig in attempts to make a few extra cash on the side. Seeing nothing else better to do with her life, Erin became a business partner of sorts to the older woman, the two of them going strong in their money-making ways. That wasn’t to say Erin had completely forgotten her shoddy and self-learned cop training though; it was Romanov even still who taught her how to use a gun.
Still, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere on their own, and so when an upstart gang began collecting for members Erin jumped at the chance for better profit. After all, shooting people up and singing equaled money at the end of the day anyway. It just so happened that Romanov followed her lead, still all too eager to groom the young girl into something worth her amusement.
As such, Erin likens herself as the gang’s method to a quick buck, pulling off small-time shows and stunts whenever she can as "Scratch Metal”, the uppity middle-finger to authority and society who screams her lungs out over the mic. Of course, she’s not above putting bullets in people for the gang either; whatever gets her pay day. There’s also the fact that her sister is a complete fucking psychopath too. But that’s not her story to tell.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35
▶ Fed. Arms Tech Assault II: Cost: €400
▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50
▶ Flakk Pants: Cost: €200
▶ Detention Collar: Cost: €260
▶ Electric Guitar: Cost: €300
▶ MiniAmp: Cost: €220
▶ Total Cost: €1,465
▶ Remaining Cost: €535
...AND THE REST
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@DeadDrop should be enough to judge
LOOKS
Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'
PSYCHE
Jordan has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a temper but knows how to keep it in check. (Most the time) He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating. Most of all he's an opportunist. His weakness, like most men, he likes to drink and flirt.
HEAT.
Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they didn't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.
STREET CRED
He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.
THE STORY
Jordan grew up without a father in the slummiest of slums, surrounded by constant gangs at war. So it was no surprise when he eventually fell into one. He wasn't the biggest kid or the fastest but he worked the hardest. He was ambitious and hungry for a life better than the one he had, for himself and his dear mother.
He wasn't tough, he didn't have the goods nor the money. But soon he realised he didn't need any of that. With his swift tongue and sharp mind he played the part of the middle man. He brought the goods and the money together taking his cut along the way. He had to work twice as hard doing all the leg work and taking double the risks but he never gave up.
'Always act like you have an ace up your sleeve' is his silent mantra and the key to his rock solid confidence. Without that he would probably be dead by now.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Clothing and Armour (45EB)
Weapons (35EB)
Implants (1885 EB)
TOTAL: 1865EB
...AND THE REST
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Jordan Faux
"Ain't nothin in this world for free, but what ever you're after, I can make ya a pretty good deal on it."
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the other guy!"
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the other guy!"
LOOKS
Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'
PSYCHE
Jordan has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a temper but knows how to keep it in check. (Most the time) He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating. Most of all he's an opportunist. His weakness, like most men, he likes to drink and flirt.
HEAT.
"None"
Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they didn't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.
STREET CRED
"Small-time"
He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.
THE STORY
Jordan grew up without a father in the slummiest of slums, surrounded by constant gangs at war. So it was no surprise when he eventually fell into one. He wasn't the biggest kid or the fastest but he worked the hardest. He was ambitious and hungry for a life better than the one he had, for himself and his dear mother.
He wasn't tough, he didn't have the goods nor the money. But soon he realised he didn't need any of that. With his swift tongue and sharp mind he played the part of the middle man. He brought the goods and the money together taking his cut along the way. He had to work twice as hard doing all the leg work and taking double the risks but he never gave up.
'Always act like you have an ace up your sleeve' is his silent mantra and the key to his rock solid confidence. Without that he would probably be dead by now.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Clothing and Armour (45EB)
- Kevlar clothing - 45EB
Weapons (35EB)
- [**] Federated Arms X-38 - 35EB
Implants (1885 EB)
- Nasal filters - 60EB
- Gill Toxin filters - 200EB
- Mr Studd - 300EB
- Sub dermal pocket - 200EB
- Adrenal booster - 400EB
- T-Maxx cyberliver - 450EB
- Chemical analyser - 200EB
- Booze master - 75EB
TOTAL: 1865EB
...AND THE REST
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EDIT: Nevermind. I see you have a netrunner.
Yea, sorry. You can rewrite or apply for a diff role tho.
☠ Erin Blake ☠
"Stay down or stay dead."
LOOKS
What Erin lacks in size and height, she more than makes up for in unique appearances. A short woman of twenty years, her dull gray hair-which may or may not have been permanently dyed at some point-is kept in a shaggy ponytail and her orange eyes, usually devoid of caring, light up with fury when placed under the heat of the stage lights. She also likes to go for the punk school girl look when she can as part of her stage appearance. Because of this, she will always opt for a skirt, school shirt, and jacket over her armor in public coupled with some makeup, and maybe fake fangs too on stage. For some reason that tends to reel in the big money and lower quite a few guards down.
PSYCHE
Erin is a quiet girl who ironically has the perfect voice for screamos and other such punk concerts. While appearing lackluster on the talking front in anywhere else, she takes a complete turn of persona on stage, becoming a mad and raving beast of metal musical power. Still, that’s just the stage character talking; the real Erin doesn’t much care for others aside from a select few and won’t question shooting someone up for the sake of the gang. As long as it pays her, she has no qualms with sentimentality and empathy.
HEAT
Nothing too significant given most of the public knows her only as her stage get-up, Scratch Metal. She’s had her fair share of celebrity stalkers and nutjob fans of course but a few bullets can do wonders in keeping people silenced forever. If she’s pissed anyone off, it’s because she’s ignored them on the street or didn’t give them an autograph.
STREET CRED
Small but persistent. Despite her reputation musically, she’s still just a local one-man band. Her popularity depends mostly on word of mouth.
THE STORY- ROCKERGIRL
At some point, Erin had considered becoming a cop for the sake of patrolling the rampant streets of Night City. For some reason, she had a morbid fascination with the blatant police brutality and overall violence witnessed in the world around her. Evidently, that sort of thinking changed soon enough when she met a woman by name of Romanov Borsky. Lacking a child prodigy herself, the “doctor” took Erin under her wing and convinced her of much more promising aspects for her talent.
After all, it was Romanov who had suggested Erin take up the rockergirl gig in attempts to make a few extra cash on the side. Seeing nothing else better to do with her life, Erin became a business partner of sorts to the older woman, the two of them going strong in their money-making ways. That wasn’t to say Erin had completely forgotten her shoddy and self-learned cop training though; it was Romanov even still who taught her how to use a gun.
Still, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere on their own, and so when an upstart gang began collecting for members Erin jumped at the chance for better profit. After all, shooting people up and singing equaled money at the end of the day anyway. It just so happened that Romanov followed her lead, still all too eager to groom the young girl into something worth her amusement.
As such, Erin likens herself as the gang’s method to a quick buck, pulling off small-time shows and stunts whenever she can as "Scratch Metal”, the uppity middle-finger to authority and society who screams her lungs out over the mic. Of course, she’s not above putting bullets in people for the gang either; whatever gets her pay day. There’s also the fact that her sister is a complete fucking psychopath too. But that’s not her story to tell.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35▶ Fed. Arms Tech Assault II: Cost: €400▶ Hand Taser: Cost: €50▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50▶ Flakk Pants: Cost: €200▶ Detention Collar: Cost: €260▶ Electric Guitar: Cost: €300▶ MiniAmp: Cost: €220▶ Total Cost: €1,515▶ Remaining Cost: €485
...AND THE REST
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Sexy, i'll check if out later
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@DeadDrop@tfd I was thinking earlier, how will combat and character deaths work in this? It seems like the domain that integration of the tabletop mechanics may work, since it would add that factor of there being very real danger of your character snuffing it, but that might be tricky to manage. I assume it will be GM controlled? Since its unlikely anyone will voluntarily kill off their character.
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@DeadDrop should be enough to judgeJordan Faux"Ain't nothin in this world for free, but what ever you're after, I can make ya a pretty good deal on it."
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the other guy!"
LOOKS
Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'
PSYCHE
Jordan has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a temper but knows how to keep it in check. (Most the time) He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating. Most of all he's an opportunist. His weakness, like most men, he likes to drink and flirt.
HEAT."None"
Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they didn't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.
STREET CRED"Small-time"
He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.
THE STORY
Jordan grew up without a father in the slummiest of slums, surrounded by constant gangs at war. So it was no surprise when he eventually fell into one. He wasn't the biggest kid or the fastest but he worked the hardest. He was ambitious and hungry for a life better than the one he had, for himself and his dear mother.
He wasn't tough, he didn't have the goods nor the money. But soon he realised he didn't need any of that. With his swift tongue and sharp mind he played the part of the middle man. He brought the goods and the money together taking his cut along the way. He had to work twice as hard doing all the leg work and taking double the risks but he never gave up.
'Always act like you have an ace up your sleeve' is his silent mantra and the key to his rock solid confidence. Without that he would probably be dead by now.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Clothing and Armour (45EB)
- Kevlar clothing - 45EB
Weapons (35EB)[**] Federated Arms X-38 - 35EB
Implants (1885 EB)
- Nasal filters - 60EB
- Gill Toxin filters - 200EB
- Mr Studd - 300EB
- Sub dermal pocket - 200EB
- Adrenal booster - 400EB
- T-Maxx cyberliver - 450EB
- Chemical analyser - 200EB
- Booze master - 75EB
TOTAL: 1865EB
...AND THE REST
edit: tbd. gonna talk with dead. :) still nice app though.
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☠ Erin Blake ☠
"Stay down or stay dead."
LOOKS
What Erin lacks in size and height, she more than makes up for in unique appearances. A short woman of twenty years, her dull gray hair-which may or may not have been permanently dyed at some point-is kept in a shaggy ponytail and her orange eyes, usually devoid of caring, light up with fury when placed under the heat of the stage lights. She also likes to go for the punk school girl look when she can as part of her stage appearance. Because of this, she will always opt for a skirt, school shirt, and jacket over her armor in public coupled with some makeup, and maybe fake fangs too on stage. For some reason that tends to reel in the big money and lower quite a few guards down.
PSYCHE
Erin is a quiet girl who ironically has the perfect voice for screamos and other such punk concerts. While appearing lackluster on the talking front in anywhere else, she takes a complete turn of persona on stage, becoming a mad and raving beast of metal musical power. Still, that’s just the stage character talking; the real Erin doesn’t much care for others aside from a select few and won’t question shooting someone up for the sake of the gang. As long as it pays her, she has no qualms with sentimentality and empathy.
HEAT
Nothing too significant given most of the public knows her only as her stage get-up, Scratch Metal. She’s had her fair share of celebrity stalkers and nutjob fans of course but a few bullets can do wonders in keeping people silenced forever. If she’s pissed anyone off, it’s because she’s ignored them on the street or didn’t give them an autograph.
STREET CRED
Small but persistent. Despite her reputation musically, she’s still just a local one-man band. Her popularity depends mostly on word of mouth.
THE STORY- ROCKERGIRL
At some point, Erin had considered becoming a cop for the sake of patrolling the rampant streets of Night City. For some reason, she had a morbid fascination with the blatant police brutality and overall violence witnessed in the world around her. Evidently, that sort of thinking changed soon enough when she met a woman by name of Romanov Borsky. Lacking a child prodigy herself, the “doctor” took Erin under her wing and convinced her of much more promising aspects for her talent.
After all, it was Romanov who had suggested Erin take up the rockergirl gig in attempts to make a few extra cash on the side. Seeing nothing else better to do with her life, Erin became a business partner of sorts to the older woman, the two of them going strong in their money-making ways. That wasn’t to say Erin had completely forgotten her shoddy and self-learned cop training though; it was Romanov even still who taught her how to use a gun.
Still, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere on their own, and so when an upstart gang began collecting for members Erin jumped at the chance for better profit. After all, shooting people up and singing equaled money at the end of the day anyway. It just so happened that Romanov followed her lead, still all too eager to groom the young girl into something worth her amusement.
As such, Erin likens herself as the gang’s method to a quick buck, pulling off small-time shows and stunts whenever she can as "Scratch Metal”, the uppity middle-finger to authority and society who screams her lungs out over the mic. Of course, she’s not above putting bullets in people for the gang either; whatever gets her pay day. There’s also the fact that her sister is a complete fucking psychopath too. But that’s not her story to tell.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35▶ Fed. Arms Tech Assault II: Cost: €400▶ Hand Taser: Cost: €50▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50▶ Flakk Pants: Cost: €200▶ Detention Collar: Cost: €260▶ Electric Guitar: Cost: €300▶ MiniAmp: Cost: €220▶ Total Cost: €1,515▶ Remaining Cost: €485
...AND THE REST
Miscellaneous.
Love it. Badass rockergirl looking to make the extra buck.
@DeadDrop@tfd I was thinking earlier, how will combat and character deaths work in this? It seems like the domain that integration of the tabletop mechanics may work, since it would add that factor of there being very real danger of your character snuffing it, but that might be tricky to manage. I assume it will be GM controlled? Since its unlikely anyone will voluntarily kill off their character.
Combat will work like this. In the event that individuals or the entire group gets into combat, we will pull people into the situation and it will become a turn order. Attacker goes first, then defender, unless the defender expects the attacker or has more reflexes because they're cybered up. It'll be our discretion. Once all actions on the player's side is done, we say the results and the enemy movement and actions.
Death is very real in cyberpunk. Fortunately, we like to have fun and let people enjoy the roleplay and their characters, so don't expect death day one. However, do expect death if you deserve it. An example of deserved death, soloing a cybered up ganger with a minigun screaming at the top of his lungs, "DIE, DIE, DIE". That's a warranted death if you do not survive. Any death we rule is just is just, but do know we're sensible with how we do things.
As for deaths themselves... If you're dead, you're dead. Don't think to lose your head means that you're dead, because TraumaTeam has got you covered! If your corpse is still left behind, and you're somewhat salvageable, the world of cyberpunk is here to save you within reason and at a price. A big one.
If you're wondering the "if I die, am I out of the roleplay" shtick... I think we'll deal with it case by case, but you'll probably be free to reapply back into the universe once we deem it okay to do so.
Makes sense? If you have any questions, ask away.
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@tfd Nope that's perfect, I assumed it would work somewhere along those lines. It was just that I had a neat idea that if my character ever died, I may make the second character (should I get to make one) his brother, who turns up looking for him only to find out he's died and want revenge. It was from this that made me wonder how likely it was that we'd die. I think the system you've chosen is porbably the fairest it can get while still allowing that very real possibility.
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Awesome. Neat fixer. Looking forward to seeing this cowboy put to use his silver tongue.
Would like to point out there is another Fixer on the docket competing for that slot, i just forgot to mention you since i was rushing in the morning...unless this is a backhanded way of saying Romanov lost out on that competition.
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Would like to point out there is another Fixer on the docket competing for that slot, i just forgot to mention you since i was rushing in the morning...unless this is a backhanded way of saying Romanov lost out on that competition.
Nope! I just didn't see it as I was scanning through. Sorry!
I'll look them both over and see who's more fit after discussing with Dead.
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Is there a limit to the amount of spending?
@FallenTrinity 2000 buckeroos
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If either of you are on I need to talk to both of you via PM's about character idea
Yea pm me.
We decided to pick Romanov over Jordan, after comparing the sheets and making a decision
You have a choice, you could probably working in your story you were a sub fixer for Romanov and turned Solo after she took over (and then got picked up by the gang.)
Or rewrite, which is what it appears.
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Please post in CS you're in ;)
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The hand taser is exotic and, sadly isn't available right now.
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