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Nah you could prolly make a triad character but just keep in mind that they're concentrated in the Southern provinces of China
sounds good,
thats about what i expected
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sounds good,
thats about what i expected
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also Shadowrun ain't real cyberpunk.
real cyberpunk doesn't have dragons, or trolls, or magicky native americans. part of the draw of cyberpunk should be the closeness to a world of our own or of the near future. i can't really imagine a future where portions of the population suddenly become orcs.
Shadowrun just tries for an appeal to a wider audience by pasting in all the D&D stuff, but as a result the game becomes D&D with guns and computers
real cyberpunk doesn't have dragons, or trolls, or magicky native americans. part of the draw of cyberpunk should be the closeness to a world of our own or of the near future. i can't really imagine a future where portions of the population suddenly become orcs.
Shadowrun just tries for an appeal to a wider audience by pasting in all the D&D stuff, but as a result the game becomes D&D with guns and computers
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@Didgeridont I have to respectfully disagree. It's cyberpunk with elements of fantasy; doesn't make it less cyberpunk.
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Well, not exactly "within 24 hrs" or on calendar "tomorrow" but it's still Monday to me, dagit!
No picture because I'm not an artsy type and I don't much like the idea of lifting an existing character.
Anyway... Our Rigger. Lemme know if anything needs changing.
n a m e ::
Street Handle: Manticore
d a t e & p l a c e o f b i r t h ::
March 8th, 2026; Night City, California, United States of America
A p p e a r a n c e ::
Take a map of Europe and throw a dart. That's where Eddie's genetics are from, under the Street patina. He's a scrawny 5'9", maybe 150 sopping wet, and lean. That same underfed frame hides whipcord muscle. He keeps his dark hair too short to grab by habit. His nose has been broken and re-set enough times that it's starting to go crooked, and he's missing a tooth or two. He doesn't have any chrome on him, but he does have a little bit of ink on one arm: Spinal Cracker, In Memorium.
He dresses as any product of his upbringing can- poorly. Castoffs, scraps; he saves the complete outfits for while he's on the job. The two constants are the ratty backpack filled with tools, parts, and Spiderbots, and a pair of workboots whose best days are long past.
G e n d e r ::
Male
O c c u p a t i o n ::
Drone & Vehicle Specialist
S k i l l s ::
Wheelman- If it rolls, rumbles, has rotors, or otherwise gets folk from A to B, Eddie can drive- just put him behind the controls. All the better if it happens to have some artillery.
Gearhead- Mechanisms just fit in Eddie's head, weather it's the precise servo configuration in Leah's legs, Bozo's jaws, or fixing a transport. There's some overlap with limb replacements and the like, but Eddie's sure as shit not a doc.
C h r o m e ::
AMD B4-99910 Nuralware Processor- Hardly new, but more than powerful enough to get the job done. AMD's Nuralware has long been a favorite in certain circles thanks to the company's long-standing commitment to Open Source firmware. Eddie's rig is optimized for drone control- sensory uplink, motor control, fire control, the works.
Agni Robotics Multinational (defunct) Leopard Drone #D231-S1 "Leah"- Heavily modified quadrupedal, Feliform drone. Standing three feet tall at the shoulder, weighing approximately 270 pounds, and measuring just over six feet from snout to tail, the Leopard drone was designed to supplement or replace existing Private and Public assets currently engaged in the field. Standard features include Thermal and X-ray Optics, Variable Optical Magnification up to 30x, Retracting Monomolecular claws and fangs, 7.62x39 Automatic Weapon hidden in the drone's "throat," all protected by ARM's patented Ceramite Scale Armor System®, available in a variety of finishes- this unit is brushed nickel. Aftermarket modifications include: Whisper quiet servos, Optical Camouflage, Neural Net personality emulation.
C&M Systems (defunct) Doberman Drone, Law Enforcement Variant "Bozo"- Rebuilt from scratch, this quadrupedal, Caniform drone was originally marketed to law enforcement outfits to lukewarm sales. The civilian "home defense" version released six months later didn't help, killing C&M Systems hard. The main issue was that the official product finishes were all firmly in a canine version of the Uncanny Valley. They didn't move right, the fur was wrong, and they made so much noise when they moved. Those issues have mostly been fixed in Eddie's refit- new firmware, coupled with Nural Net personality emulation cleared up the movement; the faux-fur covering was entirely replaced by a carbon fiber wrap, entirely eschewing the attempt at verisimilitude. The replacement servos aren't nearly as quiet as Leah's but they're a massive improvement. Besides, when a 300 pound mass of steel is sprinting at you, you should be able to hear it.
Spiderbots- Small, disposable, disc shaped drones (about the size of a tuna can), generally with six or more flexible limbs, designed and fabricated entirely by Eddie. They can be outfitted with different tool and sensor sets as needed, or fitted with explosives.
h i s t o r y ::
Eddie never knew his parents. Early days, he was on The Street. It was tough out there for a kid mostly on his own. He'd maybe tag along with a group for a couple weeks, 'till the constant bickering and fighting got real, and somebody nearly shanked somebody over an insult or a shoe, or a scrap of food. He'd maybe try and find a squat somewhere that'd keep him outta the rain and the rads. It was one of those times that he met Brent.
Brent was the closest thing to a father Eddie ever had. Eddie broke into Brent's squat- a mechanic's workshop attached to an abandoned multi-level parking structure- looking for a spot to wait out the rain, maybe find some food. He found a home instead. Brent was a Netrunner, old school, 'Deck and all. Tried to get Eddie into it, even buying Eddie his Nuralware. Eddie tried, but he was always more interested in the hardware, mechanisms. "Practical stuff," he called it. Brent took Eddie along on physical runs from time to time, too- using the little machines that Eddie'd later dub the spiderbots as access points to paydata that couldn't be accessed through the Net alone.
Then Brent died. Should've been a simple snatch 'n grab, but somebody hadn't done their legwork properly. The server they were infiltrating was secured against physical attacks too. There was another Netrunner waiting for them. Whoever they were knew what they looking at when
they saw Brent's deck, used it to execute a classic "halt & catch fire" on Brent's grey matter. Maybe they thought the drone was just an access device, maybe they thought it was nuralware, but that confusion saved Eddie's life. The drone crisped long before Eddie did, and he bugged out with Brent's corpse in the passenger seat.
After that, he swore off Netrunning, "I'm just a wheelman. Those days are over."
So there he was, 15, alone again. He had that mechanic's workshop, still had that transport. Only knew one way to make cash, so Manticore played wheelman. In his spare time, he worked on his spiderbots, limiting the bandwidth, finding more fragile bits, just in case anybody smart tried to fry him. Then he found Bozo.
The spiderbots were gadgets, distractions, toys. Bozo was a weapon. A way to get back out there, safely, keep a closer eye on whoever he was running with that day, a way to exert pressure. And Bozo got to come along on the Agni Robotics job.
It was pretty obvious in hindsight that somebody was meddling. Every major drone release had something go wrong with it. Dobermans like Bozo were unsettling to be around, hoverdrones just couldn't quite crack the battery life problem, and rovers were pretty much exclusively for bomb disposal. Along came Agni Robotics, preparing their break out into an underdeveloped market. Eddie and a team were hired to destroy them- Net presence, research material, prototypes, research staff- full scorched earth. So Agni burned.
They got paid for that job, the team in funds, Eddie in Leah.
That was two years ago. Now, Biotechnica's looking to line Eddie's pocket. Well, why not. Could finally wind up financing that drastically oversized gun he's been wanting to put in Bozo for a while now.
BIOTECHNICA S.A. REGISTRANT PERSONALITY QUIZ
This quiz is a way for your employer to better understand who YOU are! Your candor is important and required, as lying on this document can warrant you a $5,000 fine and 2 to 24 months in prison!
Favorite food: Never had much chance to be picky with my food.
Least favorite food: Week-old pizza. What? Shit gets rank.
Use three words to describe yourself: Freelance Deniable Asset.
Likes: Leah 'n Bozo. Home.
Dislikes: Cops, corrupt Cops, Corpsec. Anybody who tries to take anything of mine.
Values: I do a job, I get paid, Everybody moves on.
You gotta learn to defend what's yours damn quick out there, and to make sure there ain't any strings attached to handouts.
Gear and Chrome are golden, but skills are what matter.
Strengths: I follow plans, don't scare easy, ain't afraid to speak up when somebody's fuckin' up, and ain't nobody in the scene does what I do.
Flaws: I'm alot more meat than most guys in this line of work.
Not much handy with a gun- I know the basics: which end to hold, which end to point at the guys shootin' at me, just don't expect me to hit what I'm aimin' at if it's my meat doin' the aiming.
Anything else: This is more corp bull, and everyone you're "interviewing" knows it.
No picture because I'm not an artsy type and I don't much like the idea of lifting an existing character.
Anyway... Our Rigger. Lemme know if anything needs changing.
n a m e ::
Eddie Wing
Street Handle: Manticore
d a t e & p l a c e o f b i r t h ::
March 8th, 2026; Night City, California, United States of America
A p p e a r a n c e ::
Take a map of Europe and throw a dart. That's where Eddie's genetics are from, under the Street patina. He's a scrawny 5'9", maybe 150 sopping wet, and lean. That same underfed frame hides whipcord muscle. He keeps his dark hair too short to grab by habit. His nose has been broken and re-set enough times that it's starting to go crooked, and he's missing a tooth or two. He doesn't have any chrome on him, but he does have a little bit of ink on one arm: Spinal Cracker, In Memorium.
He dresses as any product of his upbringing can- poorly. Castoffs, scraps; he saves the complete outfits for while he's on the job. The two constants are the ratty backpack filled with tools, parts, and Spiderbots, and a pair of workboots whose best days are long past.
G e n d e r ::
Male
O c c u p a t i o n ::
Drone & Vehicle Specialist
S k i l l s ::
Wheelman- If it rolls, rumbles, has rotors, or otherwise gets folk from A to B, Eddie can drive- just put him behind the controls. All the better if it happens to have some artillery.
Gearhead- Mechanisms just fit in Eddie's head, weather it's the precise servo configuration in Leah's legs, Bozo's jaws, or fixing a transport. There's some overlap with limb replacements and the like, but Eddie's sure as shit not a doc.
C h r o m e ::
AMD B4-99910 Nuralware Processor- Hardly new, but more than powerful enough to get the job done. AMD's Nuralware has long been a favorite in certain circles thanks to the company's long-standing commitment to Open Source firmware. Eddie's rig is optimized for drone control- sensory uplink, motor control, fire control, the works.
Agni Robotics Multinational (defunct) Leopard Drone #D231-S1 "Leah"- Heavily modified quadrupedal, Feliform drone. Standing three feet tall at the shoulder, weighing approximately 270 pounds, and measuring just over six feet from snout to tail, the Leopard drone was designed to supplement or replace existing Private and Public assets currently engaged in the field. Standard features include Thermal and X-ray Optics, Variable Optical Magnification up to 30x, Retracting Monomolecular claws and fangs, 7.62x39 Automatic Weapon hidden in the drone's "throat," all protected by ARM's patented Ceramite Scale Armor System®, available in a variety of finishes- this unit is brushed nickel. Aftermarket modifications include: Whisper quiet servos, Optical Camouflage, Neural Net personality emulation.
C&M Systems (defunct) Doberman Drone, Law Enforcement Variant "Bozo"- Rebuilt from scratch, this quadrupedal, Caniform drone was originally marketed to law enforcement outfits to lukewarm sales. The civilian "home defense" version released six months later didn't help, killing C&M Systems hard. The main issue was that the official product finishes were all firmly in a canine version of the Uncanny Valley. They didn't move right, the fur was wrong, and they made so much noise when they moved. Those issues have mostly been fixed in Eddie's refit- new firmware, coupled with Nural Net personality emulation cleared up the movement; the faux-fur covering was entirely replaced by a carbon fiber wrap, entirely eschewing the attempt at verisimilitude. The replacement servos aren't nearly as quiet as Leah's but they're a massive improvement. Besides, when a 300 pound mass of steel is sprinting at you, you should be able to hear it.
Spiderbots- Small, disposable, disc shaped drones (about the size of a tuna can), generally with six or more flexible limbs, designed and fabricated entirely by Eddie. They can be outfitted with different tool and sensor sets as needed, or fitted with explosives.
h i s t o r y ::
Eddie never knew his parents. Early days, he was on The Street. It was tough out there for a kid mostly on his own. He'd maybe tag along with a group for a couple weeks, 'till the constant bickering and fighting got real, and somebody nearly shanked somebody over an insult or a shoe, or a scrap of food. He'd maybe try and find a squat somewhere that'd keep him outta the rain and the rads. It was one of those times that he met Brent.
Brent was the closest thing to a father Eddie ever had. Eddie broke into Brent's squat- a mechanic's workshop attached to an abandoned multi-level parking structure- looking for a spot to wait out the rain, maybe find some food. He found a home instead. Brent was a Netrunner, old school, 'Deck and all. Tried to get Eddie into it, even buying Eddie his Nuralware. Eddie tried, but he was always more interested in the hardware, mechanisms. "Practical stuff," he called it. Brent took Eddie along on physical runs from time to time, too- using the little machines that Eddie'd later dub the spiderbots as access points to paydata that couldn't be accessed through the Net alone.
Then Brent died. Should've been a simple snatch 'n grab, but somebody hadn't done their legwork properly. The server they were infiltrating was secured against physical attacks too. There was another Netrunner waiting for them. Whoever they were knew what they looking at when
they saw Brent's deck, used it to execute a classic "halt & catch fire" on Brent's grey matter. Maybe they thought the drone was just an access device, maybe they thought it was nuralware, but that confusion saved Eddie's life. The drone crisped long before Eddie did, and he bugged out with Brent's corpse in the passenger seat.
After that, he swore off Netrunning, "I'm just a wheelman. Those days are over."
So there he was, 15, alone again. He had that mechanic's workshop, still had that transport. Only knew one way to make cash, so Manticore played wheelman. In his spare time, he worked on his spiderbots, limiting the bandwidth, finding more fragile bits, just in case anybody smart tried to fry him. Then he found Bozo.
The spiderbots were gadgets, distractions, toys. Bozo was a weapon. A way to get back out there, safely, keep a closer eye on whoever he was running with that day, a way to exert pressure. And Bozo got to come along on the Agni Robotics job.
It was pretty obvious in hindsight that somebody was meddling. Every major drone release had something go wrong with it. Dobermans like Bozo were unsettling to be around, hoverdrones just couldn't quite crack the battery life problem, and rovers were pretty much exclusively for bomb disposal. Along came Agni Robotics, preparing their break out into an underdeveloped market. Eddie and a team were hired to destroy them- Net presence, research material, prototypes, research staff- full scorched earth. So Agni burned.
They got paid for that job, the team in funds, Eddie in Leah.
That was two years ago. Now, Biotechnica's looking to line Eddie's pocket. Well, why not. Could finally wind up financing that drastically oversized gun he's been wanting to put in Bozo for a while now.
BIOTECHNICA S.A. REGISTRANT PERSONALITY QUIZ
This quiz is a way for your employer to better understand who YOU are! Your candor is important and required, as lying on this document can warrant you a $5,000 fine and 2 to 24 months in prison!
Favorite food: Never had much chance to be picky with my food.
Least favorite food: Week-old pizza. What? Shit gets rank.
Use three words to describe yourself: Freelance Deniable Asset.
Likes: Leah 'n Bozo. Home.
Dislikes: Cops, corrupt Cops, Corpsec. Anybody who tries to take anything of mine.
Values: I do a job, I get paid, Everybody moves on.
You gotta learn to defend what's yours damn quick out there, and to make sure there ain't any strings attached to handouts.
Gear and Chrome are golden, but skills are what matter.
Strengths: I follow plans, don't scare easy, ain't afraid to speak up when somebody's fuckin' up, and ain't nobody in the scene does what I do.
Flaws: I'm alot more meat than most guys in this line of work.
Not much handy with a gun- I know the basics: which end to hold, which end to point at the guys shootin' at me, just don't expect me to hit what I'm aimin' at if it's my meat doin' the aiming.
Anything else: This is more corp bull, and everyone you're "interviewing" knows it.
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@Didgeridont I have to respectfully disagree. It's cyberpunk with elements of fantasy; doesn't make it less cyberpunk.
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Can you find an image/picture that would fit your character? I prefer having a visual component to solidify a character's features so that everyone has a clear idea of how they look like. I get that it might irk you but I don't think an image you find would necessarily conflict with another person's vision of that specific piece of art (unless you take something from the first page of a google image search and I see the same "cool edgy anime man" that I've seen a dozen times)
Can you find an image/picture that would fit your character? I prefer having a visual component to solidify a character's features so that everyone has a clear idea of how they look like. I get that it might irk you but I don't think an image you find would necessarily conflict with another person's vision of that specific piece of art (unless you take something from the first page of a google image search and I see the same "cool edgy anime man" that I've seen a dozen times)
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I love anime, it's just too good.
But if there is a anime pic, it's over...
But if there is a anime pic, it's over...
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@Didgeridont I have to respectfully disagree. It's cyberpunk with elements of fantasy; doesn't make it less cyberpunk.
Doesn't adding foreign elements to a pool change the nature of the pool? If you take Mexican food and add French ingredients and style, is it still Mexican food? If you mix the syntax, poetry, and vernacular of a Shakespearean play—even only in medium doses—into contemporary young adult literature (i.e. clichéd garbage a very different taste), is it still either of them, or some fresh abomination meriting its own category? Sure, it contains elements of either particular food, genre, etc., but mixing such opposing components, so long as the proportions are not dramatically inequivalent, creates not just a new hue, but a new colour all together.
At least, that's my two cents.
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@RedGentleman
It's less "Mexican food made with French ingredients" and more "Mexican food made with Mexican ingredients and then also adding some French ingredients," as it doesn't lose any cyberpunk before the addition of fantasy elements. The rest of those examples see flawed, as in order for them to make sense, something from the original medium, i.e. contemporary English, would have to be lost. It is fundamentally cyberpunk, but other mechanisms have been added. It doesn't actually lose any of the original cyberpunk. From any metric I've seen, cyberpunk isn't measured by whether there is inclusion of elves and magic, but whether the fundamentals of cyberpunk itself are present.
It's less "Mexican food made with French ingredients" and more "Mexican food made with Mexican ingredients and then also adding some French ingredients," as it doesn't lose any cyberpunk before the addition of fantasy elements. The rest of those examples see flawed, as in order for them to make sense, something from the original medium, i.e. contemporary English, would have to be lost. It is fundamentally cyberpunk, but other mechanisms have been added. It doesn't actually lose any of the original cyberpunk. From any metric I've seen, cyberpunk isn't measured by whether there is inclusion of elves and magic, but whether the fundamentals of cyberpunk itself are present.
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@RedGentleman
It's less "Mexican food made with French ingredients" and more "Mexican food made with Mexican ingredients and then also adding some French ingredients," as it doesn't lose any cyberpunk before the addition of fantasy elements. The rest of those examples see flawed, as in order for them to make sense, something from the original medium, i.e. contemporary English, would have to be lost. It is fundamentally cyberpunk, but other mechanisms have been added. It doesn't actually lose any of the original cyberpunk. From any metric I've seen, cyberpunk isn't measured by whether there is inclusion of elves and magic, but whether the fundamentals of cyberpunk itself are present.
In that case, I would direct you to American culture as a more complete allegory, since you seem to be missing the point, old friend. I certainly wouldn't call American culture, even in the early/mid 1800s, British culture. The base does not define the whole, as the introduction of such non-belonging elements—Irish culture, black culture, Eastern culture; orcs, elves, magic—change both the nature and the action of a world. In America, we get the melting pot phenomenon, complete with all its diversities, tensions, and nuances that make it so distinct from its homogenous Anglican base. In cyberpunk, the addition of fantasy elements creates new issues, new approaches to old issues, and warps the culture into something not dissimilar but nonetheless unique.
Edit: Upon further consideration, I direct you thusly en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sorites_paradox suggest that we stop wasting these good people's time with our insipid debate.
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Friends, although I am sure many are quite impressed by your dedication to the purity of the genre, I feel obliged to remind you that the definitions of both genres, cyberpunk and fantasy alike, are vague and encompassing. Something can be both A and B at the same time without diminishing either aspect. If it is not your cup of tea, then it is not. That does not lessen the enjoyment of others.
I feel it is also largely inaccurate to say a genre of literature is akin to a cuisine or culture. One can have Jazz with elements of Rock. It is still both Jazz and Rock at the same time. Whether it falls into one category or the other depends on whether one aspect overpowers the other. One can have a young adult fiction with Shakespearean elements or even language. One can have historical fiction with fantasy elements. One can even have futuristic dystopian fiction with fantasy elements. It does not diminish any side of the story.
Whether something is A with traits of B, B with traits of A, or something entirely unique does not really pertain to the RP at hand. From my understanding, we have no fantasy elements in this RP. Is that not the only aspect that actually pertains in this case?
I feel it is also largely inaccurate to say a genre of literature is akin to a cuisine or culture. One can have Jazz with elements of Rock. It is still both Jazz and Rock at the same time. Whether it falls into one category or the other depends on whether one aspect overpowers the other. One can have a young adult fiction with Shakespearean elements or even language. One can have historical fiction with fantasy elements. One can even have futuristic dystopian fiction with fantasy elements. It does not diminish any side of the story.
Whether something is A with traits of B, B with traits of A, or something entirely unique does not really pertain to the RP at hand. From my understanding, we have no fantasy elements in this RP. Is that not the only aspect that actually pertains in this case?
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@RedGentleman
But by the same token, one could argue that, as the original and basic problems of cyberpunk are still present, it should be presented instead as a future vs. past allegory. Would we call British culture in, say, 1573 the same as it is currently? No. However, there are certain common threads that tie it together (line of succession, geographical position, etc.), and thus it is still British, just a different version of British. There are plenty of commonalities to tie something like Cyberpunk 2020 to Shadowrun.
@JBRam2002
At this point, I think it's rapidly becoming a case of simply arguing a point for the sake and fun of argumentation. We'll move it to PM.
But by the same token, one could argue that, as the original and basic problems of cyberpunk are still present, it should be presented instead as a future vs. past allegory. Would we call British culture in, say, 1573 the same as it is currently? No. However, there are certain common threads that tie it together (line of succession, geographical position, etc.), and thus it is still British, just a different version of British. There are plenty of commonalities to tie something like Cyberpunk 2020 to Shadowrun.
@JBRam2002
At this point, I think it's rapidly becoming a case of simply arguing a point for the sake and fun of argumentation. We'll move it to PM.
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@JBRam2002
Worry not; I'm just here to give Lemons a hard time. I myself, caring little for either cyberpunk or fantasy* have no commitment to "purity". My only commitments are to good logic and ruining Lemons' time.
*While I'm not a "fan" of cyberpunk or fantasy, particularly when it comes to literature, in the case of RPs I enjoy them as mediums for creative storytelling, and thus I am here.
Worry not; I'm just here to give Lemons a hard time. I myself, caring little for either cyberpunk or fantasy* have no commitment to "purity". My only commitments are to good logic and ruining Lemons' time.
*While I'm not a "fan" of cyberpunk or fantasy, particularly when it comes to literature, in the case of RPs I enjoy them as mediums for creative storytelling, and thus I am here.
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This is cyberpunk, not china, punk...
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Not quite done yet but I have most of the CS written out. I left parts of the history vague because I like using flashbacks in character to flesh out my characters' past experiences. If any more detail needs to be added, I'd be happy to do so. Currently pecking away at what's left using my phone since I'm at work.
I will make Jerusalem heaps, a dwelling place of jackals; and I will make the cities of Judah a desolation, without inhabitant. - Jeremiah 9:11
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Victor looks as one would expect a professional solo to look; huge. Standing at 6'5", and weighing in at 240lbs of muscle and metal, he's a bit more than intimidating. Bronze-brown skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes place him squarely from Latin America before his accent can. A wide grin shows off well-kept teeth under a slightly crooked nose, the result of more bar brawls and lost bets than would be considered smart. Attached to his temples are a pair of small, cybernatic implants that when activated generate a pair of lenses over Victor's eyes. His hair is generally kept short and normally just ends up thrown up into a controlled mess after the shower. The result of this lack of long hair though is that the remarkably few neural ports Victor has are visible, a 22mm neural port on the back of the neck near the base of the skull, along with a pair of 5mm ports on both sides of his neck, near the jaw and ear. Outside of an operating environment, he keeps his ports plugged.
His right arm, while not obvious cybernetic, sports several more ports; a pair of 6.5mm SmartGun ports on the inner forearm (palm-side), a Cuerpo Libre Inc. quick-inject port on the inner wrist, and three (5mm, 8mm, 10mm) general purpose ports. A pair of large, vertical scars run up Victor's sides from surgery. His torso brandishes several gunshot scars that he has refused to have removed and strange ridges where his ribs would be located. Aside from cybernetics and scars, he sports an ornate cross tattoo on his back, and the Sacred Heart on his left pectoral, both done in MoodInk. Additionally, he has a small tattoo of the name "Marie" on his left palm.
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If you don't have cash, Colombia is a shithole. Before the mega-corporations there was already a noticeably gap between the haves and the have-nots. You would have a new hotel made of white stone and glass not even a block away from a tangled mass of plywood, salvage and corrugated tin that couldn't even be called a slum. Tourists could be eating steaks, lobster, and ice cream while the nearby locals scrounged for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The gap didn't close when the mega-corporations like Cuerpo Libre Inc and
N.C. Cibernética started buying up the land. They promised millions and a place to live for all of the poor on their holdings in exchange for ownership. They built housing, implemented infrastructure, and brought food. They let the people stay on their lands, giving the old residents first dibs on housing. Rent was low but millions spread out over hundreds of families didn't last nearly as long as those unused to money would have thought. Contracts were re-written and rules changed. A family could stay if they worked in the corporation factories conveniently nearby. WHile they worked their children would be taken care of and educated. The parents would receive a stipend and extra rations for each child.
It was working all so well, the workers that stayed didn't want to leave. Those outside, wanted to work and join the corporation communities because their own situation was terrible in comparison. Workers had three meals each day. They had clean water to drink. Their kids could be educated. It was a paradise compared to the squalor. The corporations had built themselves up to be saviors of the poor. In the long run, it's much easier to make a horse walk with carrots, rather than whips. It even lives longer that way. As this complex of the benevolent corporation became more and more ingrained amongst their uplifted workers, the prices went up and up. In time, children could be transferred into the care of the corporations themselves to help pay off debt, or even just to get a hefty bonus. Victor was one of these "corponiños" and once he was processed and moved to Cuerpo Libre's Centro de Educación para Niños things got a whole lot better; temporarily.
Up through the age of twelve, he was educated extensively in mathematics, physics, computer science, critical thinking, teamwork, social structures, and more. Literature consisted of technical manuals, the arts were non-existent. Physical education was an important component of the curriculum along with proper nutrition. As a child, Victor took to this structure well and while he was no superstar by talent, his fierce competitive streak kept him in the upper echelons of his class. He liked winning, and he worked for it with gusto. What he truly lacked a capacity for was use of the Internet. While he enjoyed playing some of the VR games, he had a strong attachment to the physical world where the "everything was actually real". This strong detachment and lack of interest proved to be a huge detriment when using the Internet for more than diversion and entertainment. It was no matter though. A single C wouldn't kill him. He was just excited to move on, to move into the teenage dorms and take the more advanced classes. He'd heard a rumor that the dorms were even co-ed.
What he didn't know was that those "teenage dorms and classes" were little more than smoke and mirrors. A carrot that led them to work hard in their schooling while making them complacent.
One morning, he didn't wake up in bed. There was no air conditioning, no food, no water, no room, no books. All he had were the clothes on his back and a small note pinned to his chest with the Cuerpo Libre letterhead. He was in something of a ramshackle hut, made of wood pallets, with no roof. The note said one thing. "Sobrevivir durante seis años", survive for six years. There was no briefing, and there was no further instruction. Before he could panic, he could already feel thirst on his lips and his stomach beginning to rumble. The sun was almost overhead and the air was thick and humid. When he exited the hut, he was surrounded with wood, plastic, and dirt. Others of his class, dazed and confused, were wandering through the trash.
It was six years of misery in "Patacon" as they called in. Even amongst the garbage, a hierarchy was present based on time within the grueling crucible. In theory, the only thing someone needs to survive is food, water, and shelter but a fourth necessity was very quickly discovered amongst the new entries to the trial, a weapon. While at first people tried to help each other to make it through, time, heat, thirst, and hunger quickly did away with that sentiment. Those that could not capture some of the game that was strangely present, or forage for food withered away. Those that could not play nice with others were more violently removed. Some would isolate themselves, some would turn to thievery and flight. Others would organize and manage resources for groups, and others would defend them from the threats. Victor found a good niche in that last category and in hindsight, it was probably that choice that led him down the path of a corporate soldier and eventually freelancing solo.
Through his six years, he learned many lessons over human nature and his own tendencies. He picked up some habits, both good and bad. When his six years were up, he came out of the forge a soldier and a survivor. Immediately, his training in firearms and tactics began. A more focused curriculum that worked to hone his strengths and blunt his weaknesses. At the age of twenty, Victor started to receive real assignments from Cuerpo Libre. Initially working under a veteran Escoba as a sort of apprentice before receiving assignments for himself. The rest; the work abroad, the injuries, the surgeries, and the freelancing all seemed to come in a frenzied blur. The letter from Biotechnica was just the latest in an uninterrupted river of lead, chrome, blood, and paperwork.
BIOTECHNICA S.A. REGISTRANT PERSONALITY QUIZ
This quiz is a way for your employer to better understand who YOU are! Your candor is important and required, as lying on this document can warrant you a $5,000 fine and 2 to 24 months in prison!
Favorite food: (What food do you like to eat?)
Bandeja Paisa - Rice and avocado salted, ají for the chicharron and chorizo, chimichurri for the steak (medium rare), two eggs sunny side up
Least favorite food: (What food don’t you like to eat?)
Oatmeal - Texture is fucky with no taste
Dessert - I don't do sweets after my meals, just a a cigar is fine
Use three words to describe yourself: (Pretty simple!)
Sinning
Winning
Grinning
But for real, give us more than three words next time. Soy mucho más complicado, amigo.
Likes: (What do you like? Do you have hobbies? Is there anything or anyone that is extra special to you?)
- I like to cook
- I like seeing my bank account grow and my investments do well.
- I like shooting guns, it's fun as hell. Oh, and grenades.
- I also like it when I scare the piss out of a suit. Shit's funny.
- I like dates. The fruit and the activity.
Dislikes:
- I don't like militant atheists. We don't have to agree but don't tell me my beliefs are dumb or we'll have a problem.
- I don't like when people touch the food on my plate.
- I don't like people without a moral compass. Shit circmstances don't give you the go ahead to be a shit person.
- I really don't like human traffickers.
- I don't like Egyptians.
Values:
- My relationship with God
- Self-improvement and personal accountability
- Loyalty and good communication amongst peers
- I work not for the now but for the future I want
- I keep my personal feelings and relations seperate from my work as best I can
Strengths:
- I know my way through a battlefield and when the lead starts flying and the mortars start dropping, I'll keep my cool and help any others through the shock too. God's with us after all.
- I'm very group minded despite my stint as a lone solo, I see the value in having more eyes than mine around along with different skill sets. I try to get to know who I'm working with. A team with no trust doesn't function all that well, like a robot without oil.
- I'm strong as hell. These muscles ain't just for show ladies.
- In typical merc fashion: I shoot gud.
- Oh, I also give a shit about my team. No man left behind and all that.
Flaws:
- I've got cyberpsychosis, could be worse but it ain't exactly all candy and rainbows. My doc says I can develop delusions of grandeur with religious undertones when over-stimulated, show violent possessiveness regarding food and water and religious symbols, and can develop tendencies for self-harm in response to mental stress generally in the form of self-flagellation.
Basically, I can get a bit Jesus-freaky when shit's hitting the fan or just during a real fun firefight. I don't share my food and water, and I don't take other peoples. What's mine is mine and what's yours is yours. If you give me some of yours, then it becomes mine and, again, what's mine is mine. Lastly, I've gotten a bit carried away before with the Catholic guilt, doesn't come up too often but it happens. Nothing a doc can't fix.
- Biomods ain't free. While they don't cause mental problems, as I've mentioned below, I've gotta get a different array of nutrients than most to keep me running at 100%. At the same time, I can't eat crustaceans specifically anymore. Some people develop these sorts of reactions as a side effect of biomodification. Crustaceans don't jive with my system anymore, they'll leave me exploding out of everywhere for hours and feeling like a dumpster fire for days afterward. No seafood restaurants for me anymore, thanks.
- I only use the Net for movies, music, and entertainment. Don't ask me to do anything complicated through it because it ain't happening.
- Sneaking isn't really in my wheelhouse as a 6'5" pile of muscle and bullets. If you need a distraction though, I'm your guy.
Anything else:
-I pray every day and go to church when I can. I don't kill clergy and I don't deface holy ground.
-I don't take stock options as payment. I'll invest where I damn well want to invest. I'd also like a copy of my contract to review.
- I've got different nutritional requirements than standard. If I'm on the clock and need to get more supplements, it's gonna be on your dime. Luckily for you, I'm not gonna shit away all your money on fancy dinners and overpriced drinks.
I will make Jerusalem heaps, a dwelling place of jackals; and I will make the cities of Judah a desolation, without inhabitant. - Jeremiah 9:11
n a m e ::
Victor Santoyo
c a l l s i g n ::
Chacal/Jackal
d a t e & p l a c e o f b i r t h ::
Outskirts of Santa Marta, Colombia - August 7th, 2019
a p p e a r a n c e ::
Victor looks as one would expect a professional solo to look; huge. Standing at 6'5", and weighing in at 240lbs of muscle and metal, he's a bit more than intimidating. Bronze-brown skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes place him squarely from Latin America before his accent can. A wide grin shows off well-kept teeth under a slightly crooked nose, the result of more bar brawls and lost bets than would be considered smart. Attached to his temples are a pair of small, cybernatic implants that when activated generate a pair of lenses over Victor's eyes. His hair is generally kept short and normally just ends up thrown up into a controlled mess after the shower. The result of this lack of long hair though is that the remarkably few neural ports Victor has are visible, a 22mm neural port on the back of the neck near the base of the skull, along with a pair of 5mm ports on both sides of his neck, near the jaw and ear. Outside of an operating environment, he keeps his ports plugged.
His right arm, while not obvious cybernetic, sports several more ports; a pair of 6.5mm SmartGun ports on the inner forearm (palm-side), a Cuerpo Libre Inc. quick-inject port on the inner wrist, and three (5mm, 8mm, 10mm) general purpose ports. A pair of large, vertical scars run up Victor's sides from surgery. His torso brandishes several gunshot scars that he has refused to have removed and strange ridges where his ribs would be located. Aside from cybernetics and scars, he sports an ornate cross tattoo on his back, and the Sacred Heart on his left pectoral, both done in MoodInk. Additionally, he has a small tattoo of the name "Marie" on his left palm.
g e n d e r ::
Male
o c c u p a t i o n ::
Messenger
Victor's been called a lot of things throughout his years. Bastard, Leadhead, Solo, Fuckface; to name a few. In jest, he calls himself a glorified delivery boy and he's not that far off. Previously under Cuerpo Libre's payroll, Victor, along with other "Escobas" were tasked with sweeping away undesirable elements within newly acquired Cuerpo Libre properties. As the corporation was aggressively expanding its international holdings, Victor spent a lot of time in North Africa and the Middle East removing criminal elements and upstart street operations as directed.
After becoming a contractor, Victor had the opportunity to engage in more varied work. With a natural flair not normally found amongst mercs, his contracts started to flow in one vein. Intimidation. Whether it was tearing through a safe house just to leave a birthday card for a capo, simply shooting an employee in front of corporate headquarters, or razing a village to the ground, this one man army had a better track record than most. Under budget, occasional equipment loss, and generally little collateral damage. No surprise that a big corp like Biotechnica would take notice.
After becoming a contractor, Victor had the opportunity to engage in more varied work. With a natural flair not normally found amongst mercs, his contracts started to flow in one vein. Intimidation. Whether it was tearing through a safe house just to leave a birthday card for a capo, simply shooting an employee in front of corporate headquarters, or razing a village to the ground, this one man army had a better track record than most. Under budget, occasional equipment loss, and generally little collateral damage. No surprise that a big corp like Biotechnica would take notice.
s k i l l s ::
Lead Delivery Boy
If it shoots bullets, Victor can quickly adapt to its use. From pistols to shotguns to heavy machine guns and more, while he may not have used the specific model he finds in his hands, he's probably used something similar and can quickly get a feel for it. His specialty lies in firefights medium to close range where assault rifles, shotguns, pistols, and grenades dominate.
Anything is a Weapon if You Kill Someone with It
Victor is not a master of hand to hand combat. While trained in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Russian Systema, his habit of shooting someone in the chest with a shotgun before they start throwing their fists at him has let those skills wane. If Victor does, somehow, get caught with his pants down and his underwear gun unloaded, he has an unsettling knack for using just about any object in reach with deadly results. Combining brute strength, dirty fighting, and a fierce survival instinct, it would likely be less painful to just get shot and die quick.
Shock and Awe with a Lot of Loud
A natural development from his personality mixed with his line of work, Victor is not someone to call in for a quiet sneak-and-steal type of mission. He's more like a sledgehammer with three screaming airhorns attached shooting bullets and confetti. If you need a place stormed quick with a whole lot of fire and fury, he's the guy that can plan and execute it with gusto and bravado.
e n h a n c e m e n t s ::
c y b e r n e t i c s ::
Modelo 3H-B "Razón" - Perro Negro Industrial
A no-frills neural interface that does not offer many of the utilities offered by other devices. The Razón does not boost a user's mental faculties, and its boost to processing speed and sensory interpretation is average a target best. What it lacks, it makes up for in security against outside interference. Lacking wireless capabilities, an outside system must be connected by cable to the user through the sole 22mm neural port to directly communicate with the neural system. As a result, the system can not access the Internet or other outside systems without the help of peripheral attachments nor be accessed without a direct connection by cable. Networking with other cybernetics is accomplished through direct connections within the user's body. Currently, Victor uses a wireless-enabled module when accessing the Net.
Additionally, the entire unit is covered in a grounded mesh that shields the unit from EM interference rated for about 100V/m. This protects it from the effects of all but the more expensive EMP grenades but doesn't do much for larger sources of EMI such as lightning strikes, power generation facilities, and higher end fryguns.
Additionally, the entire unit is covered in a grounded mesh that shields the unit from EM interference rated for about 100V/m. This protects it from the effects of all but the more expensive EMP grenades but doesn't do much for larger sources of EMI such as lightning strikes, power generation facilities, and higher end fryguns.
Modelo Z31M-B "Búho Gris" - Perro Negro Industrial
This pair of implants, attached to the temples, generate a pair of lenses over the user's eyes when activated. A suitable replacement for if a user hasn't lost their eyes and doesn't want to, these lenses overlay a non-intrusive HUD over the field of vision. Due to the processing necessary to keep track of the user's eye movements and adjust the HUD, the overlay is rather simplistic in design and doesn't support some of the more advanced features one would find in a cybernetic eye such as zooming capability, and SmartGun integration.
After some aftermarket mods, the lens support infrared and night-vision along with offering protection from intense light, such as sunlight and flashbangs.
After some aftermarket mods, the lens support infrared and night-vision along with offering protection from intense light, such as sunlight and flashbangs.
"León 5" Full Arm Cybernetic Replacement - Nuñez-Castillo Cibernética
Following the same vein as his neural gear, the León line of limb replacements place a bigger focus on security and defense from outside interference than fancy gadgets and added utility. This arm is not much more than an arm and while it has a variety of ports for SmartGun integration and other accessories, it doesn't offer much else aside from a reliable and comfortable arm replacement that auto-calibrates to mesh with the strength of a user's back and chest muscles to prevent damage due to strength mismatches. These calibrations can be overridden manually if need be either through a neural command or a small switch hidden on the upper arm.
Aftermarket additions to the limbs have been rather simple. The first is a monomolecular wire garrote hidden within the pinky finger. The second is a RealFlesh coating that helps the arm pass off as a real flesh and bone arm. Carefully crafted to look as lifelike as it can be, the real giveaways are the faint arrays of wire that can be seen under the "skin" on close inspection, the fact that the arm doesn't sweat, and the ports visible on the forearm.
Aftermarket additions to the limbs have been rather simple. The first is a monomolecular wire garrote hidden within the pinky finger. The second is a RealFlesh coating that helps the arm pass off as a real flesh and bone arm. Carefully crafted to look as lifelike as it can be, the real giveaways are the faint arrays of wire that can be seen under the "skin" on close inspection, the fact that the arm doesn't sweat, and the ports visible on the forearm.
b i o m o d s ::
"Enduro" Cardiovascular Reinforcement - Cuerpo Libre Inc
A combination of two surgeries that enhance a patient's cardiovascular system to Olympic levels and more. First a patient's arterial muscles are reinforced to increase their pumping action and accelerate blood flow throughout the body. Secondly, Cuerpo Libre's patented engineered virus agents modify a patient's marrow stem cells to produce red blood cells carrying the metaheme molecule in place of hemoglobin. As a molecule with a much greater attraction for oxygen than hemoglobin, this increases a users aerobic ability and allows them to hold their breaths for much longer than normal.
"Guardián" Torso Endoarmor - Cuerpo Libre Inc
Protecting the chest and upper abdomen, Cuerpo Libre's endoarmor replaces the ribcage with a custom fitted series of flexible bone plates sheathed in calcified cartilage that heals when damaged using the body's natural processes. While it won't stop armor-piercing rounds, it also won't trigger metal detection systems or reduce your agility and will protect you from small arms fire (up to .45 caliber!) from hitting you were it really hurts.
"Sobreviviante: C" - Cuerpo Libre Inc
A suite of biomods designed specifically for their Escoba-class personnel being sent into high heat climates abroad and domestically, over two invasive surgeries several new organs are implanted in the body.
In the first surgery, the stomach is modified with the addition of several small tendrils that help detect toxins within consumed food and drink. Much quicker to detect naturally derived toxins over synthetic poisons, when the tendrils sense a toxin, they trigger the vomit reflex to empty the stomach. Additionally, several lymph nodes in the vicinity of the stomach are replaced with a dense "optinode" that integrates itself into the lymphatic network and continuously monitors the fluids of the body for antigens and others foreign bacteria while serving as a reservoir for lymphocytes. When triggered, the optinode releases its stored lymphocytes, alerts the rest of the lymphatic to the infection, and begins producing lymphocytes at an inhuman rate. This results in an extremely robust immune response that fights off most natural diseases with ease.
The second surgery focuses on the intestines of the patient. First, the small intestine is modified with the addition of a new section that converts normally indigestible cellulose and proteins into a form that can be processed and absorbed by the rest of the small intestine. Secondly, the large intestine is modified by the addition of an artificial organ that coils around within the intestine and absorbs up to 70% of the water in solid waste.
In effect, this suite of biomods allows a soldier to shrug off diseases common to new environments, eat just about any sort of natural and edible product and reject poisonous material, and survive for longer without water.
In the first surgery, the stomach is modified with the addition of several small tendrils that help detect toxins within consumed food and drink. Much quicker to detect naturally derived toxins over synthetic poisons, when the tendrils sense a toxin, they trigger the vomit reflex to empty the stomach. Additionally, several lymph nodes in the vicinity of the stomach are replaced with a dense "optinode" that integrates itself into the lymphatic network and continuously monitors the fluids of the body for antigens and others foreign bacteria while serving as a reservoir for lymphocytes. When triggered, the optinode releases its stored lymphocytes, alerts the rest of the lymphatic to the infection, and begins producing lymphocytes at an inhuman rate. This results in an extremely robust immune response that fights off most natural diseases with ease.
The second surgery focuses on the intestines of the patient. First, the small intestine is modified with the addition of a new section that converts normally indigestible cellulose and proteins into a form that can be processed and absorbed by the rest of the small intestine. Secondly, the large intestine is modified by the addition of an artificial organ that coils around within the intestine and absorbs up to 70% of the water in solid waste.
In effect, this suite of biomods allows a soldier to shrug off diseases common to new environments, eat just about any sort of natural and edible product and reject poisonous material, and survive for longer without water.
h i s t o r y ::
If you don't have cash, Colombia is a shithole. Before the mega-corporations there was already a noticeably gap between the haves and the have-nots. You would have a new hotel made of white stone and glass not even a block away from a tangled mass of plywood, salvage and corrugated tin that couldn't even be called a slum. Tourists could be eating steaks, lobster, and ice cream while the nearby locals scrounged for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The gap didn't close when the mega-corporations like Cuerpo Libre Inc and
N.C. Cibernética started buying up the land. They promised millions and a place to live for all of the poor on their holdings in exchange for ownership. They built housing, implemented infrastructure, and brought food. They let the people stay on their lands, giving the old residents first dibs on housing. Rent was low but millions spread out over hundreds of families didn't last nearly as long as those unused to money would have thought. Contracts were re-written and rules changed. A family could stay if they worked in the corporation factories conveniently nearby. WHile they worked their children would be taken care of and educated. The parents would receive a stipend and extra rations for each child.
It was working all so well, the workers that stayed didn't want to leave. Those outside, wanted to work and join the corporation communities because their own situation was terrible in comparison. Workers had three meals each day. They had clean water to drink. Their kids could be educated. It was a paradise compared to the squalor. The corporations had built themselves up to be saviors of the poor. In the long run, it's much easier to make a horse walk with carrots, rather than whips. It even lives longer that way. As this complex of the benevolent corporation became more and more ingrained amongst their uplifted workers, the prices went up and up. In time, children could be transferred into the care of the corporations themselves to help pay off debt, or even just to get a hefty bonus. Victor was one of these "corponiños" and once he was processed and moved to Cuerpo Libre's Centro de Educación para Niños things got a whole lot better; temporarily.
Up through the age of twelve, he was educated extensively in mathematics, physics, computer science, critical thinking, teamwork, social structures, and more. Literature consisted of technical manuals, the arts were non-existent. Physical education was an important component of the curriculum along with proper nutrition. As a child, Victor took to this structure well and while he was no superstar by talent, his fierce competitive streak kept him in the upper echelons of his class. He liked winning, and he worked for it with gusto. What he truly lacked a capacity for was use of the Internet. While he enjoyed playing some of the VR games, he had a strong attachment to the physical world where the "everything was actually real". This strong detachment and lack of interest proved to be a huge detriment when using the Internet for more than diversion and entertainment. It was no matter though. A single C wouldn't kill him. He was just excited to move on, to move into the teenage dorms and take the more advanced classes. He'd heard a rumor that the dorms were even co-ed.
What he didn't know was that those "teenage dorms and classes" were little more than smoke and mirrors. A carrot that led them to work hard in their schooling while making them complacent.
One morning, he didn't wake up in bed. There was no air conditioning, no food, no water, no room, no books. All he had were the clothes on his back and a small note pinned to his chest with the Cuerpo Libre letterhead. He was in something of a ramshackle hut, made of wood pallets, with no roof. The note said one thing. "Sobrevivir durante seis años", survive for six years. There was no briefing, and there was no further instruction. Before he could panic, he could already feel thirst on his lips and his stomach beginning to rumble. The sun was almost overhead and the air was thick and humid. When he exited the hut, he was surrounded with wood, plastic, and dirt. Others of his class, dazed and confused, were wandering through the trash.
It was six years of misery in "Patacon" as they called in. Even amongst the garbage, a hierarchy was present based on time within the grueling crucible. In theory, the only thing someone needs to survive is food, water, and shelter but a fourth necessity was very quickly discovered amongst the new entries to the trial, a weapon. While at first people tried to help each other to make it through, time, heat, thirst, and hunger quickly did away with that sentiment. Those that could not capture some of the game that was strangely present, or forage for food withered away. Those that could not play nice with others were more violently removed. Some would isolate themselves, some would turn to thievery and flight. Others would organize and manage resources for groups, and others would defend them from the threats. Victor found a good niche in that last category and in hindsight, it was probably that choice that led him down the path of a corporate soldier and eventually freelancing solo.
Through his six years, he learned many lessons over human nature and his own tendencies. He picked up some habits, both good and bad. When his six years were up, he came out of the forge a soldier and a survivor. Immediately, his training in firearms and tactics began. A more focused curriculum that worked to hone his strengths and blunt his weaknesses. At the age of twenty, Victor started to receive real assignments from Cuerpo Libre. Initially working under a veteran Escoba as a sort of apprentice before receiving assignments for himself. The rest; the work abroad, the injuries, the surgeries, and the freelancing all seemed to come in a frenzied blur. The letter from Biotechnica was just the latest in an uninterrupted river of lead, chrome, blood, and paperwork.
BIOTECHNICA S.A. REGISTRANT PERSONALITY QUIZ
This quiz is a way for your employer to better understand who YOU are! Your candor is important and required, as lying on this document can warrant you a $5,000 fine and 2 to 24 months in prison!
Favorite food: (What food do you like to eat?)
Bandeja Paisa - Rice and avocado salted, ají for the chicharron and chorizo, chimichurri for the steak (medium rare), two eggs sunny side up
Least favorite food: (What food don’t you like to eat?)
Oatmeal - Texture is fucky with no taste
Dessert - I don't do sweets after my meals, just a a cigar is fine
Use three words to describe yourself: (Pretty simple!)
Sinning
Winning
Grinning
But for real, give us more than three words next time. Soy mucho más complicado, amigo.
Likes: (What do you like? Do you have hobbies? Is there anything or anyone that is extra special to you?)
- I like to cook
- I like seeing my bank account grow and my investments do well.
- I like shooting guns, it's fun as hell. Oh, and grenades.
- I also like it when I scare the piss out of a suit. Shit's funny.
- I like dates. The fruit and the activity.
Dislikes:
- I don't like militant atheists. We don't have to agree but don't tell me my beliefs are dumb or we'll have a problem.
- I don't like when people touch the food on my plate.
- I don't like people without a moral compass. Shit circmstances don't give you the go ahead to be a shit person.
- I really don't like human traffickers.
- I don't like Egyptians.
Values:
- My relationship with God
- Self-improvement and personal accountability
- Loyalty and good communication amongst peers
- I work not for the now but for the future I want
- I keep my personal feelings and relations seperate from my work as best I can
Strengths:
- I know my way through a battlefield and when the lead starts flying and the mortars start dropping, I'll keep my cool and help any others through the shock too. God's with us after all.
- I'm very group minded despite my stint as a lone solo, I see the value in having more eyes than mine around along with different skill sets. I try to get to know who I'm working with. A team with no trust doesn't function all that well, like a robot without oil.
- I'm strong as hell. These muscles ain't just for show ladies.
- In typical merc fashion: I shoot gud.
- Oh, I also give a shit about my team. No man left behind and all that.
Flaws:
- I've got cyberpsychosis, could be worse but it ain't exactly all candy and rainbows. My doc says I can develop delusions of grandeur with religious undertones when over-stimulated, show violent possessiveness regarding food and water and religious symbols, and can develop tendencies for self-harm in response to mental stress generally in the form of self-flagellation.
Basically, I can get a bit Jesus-freaky when shit's hitting the fan or just during a real fun firefight. I don't share my food and water, and I don't take other peoples. What's mine is mine and what's yours is yours. If you give me some of yours, then it becomes mine and, again, what's mine is mine. Lastly, I've gotten a bit carried away before with the Catholic guilt, doesn't come up too often but it happens. Nothing a doc can't fix.
- Biomods ain't free. While they don't cause mental problems, as I've mentioned below, I've gotta get a different array of nutrients than most to keep me running at 100%. At the same time, I can't eat crustaceans specifically anymore. Some people develop these sorts of reactions as a side effect of biomodification. Crustaceans don't jive with my system anymore, they'll leave me exploding out of everywhere for hours and feeling like a dumpster fire for days afterward. No seafood restaurants for me anymore, thanks.
- I only use the Net for movies, music, and entertainment. Don't ask me to do anything complicated through it because it ain't happening.
- Sneaking isn't really in my wheelhouse as a 6'5" pile of muscle and bullets. If you need a distraction though, I'm your guy.
Anything else:
-I pray every day and go to church when I can. I don't kill clergy and I don't deface holy ground.
-I don't take stock options as payment. I'll invest where I damn well want to invest. I'd also like a copy of my contract to review.
- I've got different nutritional requirements than standard. If I'm on the clock and need to get more supplements, it's gonna be on your dime. Luckily for you, I'm not gonna shit away all your money on fancy dinners and overpriced drinks.
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Can you find an image/picture that would fit your character? I prefer having a visual component to solidify a character's features so that everyone has a clear idea of how they look like. I get that it might irk you but I don't think an image you find would necessarily conflict with another person's vision of that specific piece of art (unless you take something from the first page of a google image search and I see the same "cool edgy anime man" that I've seen a dozen times)
It's less about conflicting with somebody else's vision of the piece, and more about not wanting to steal somebody's work. Also if I use an image of an actual character from media, that could color both characters in my mind in a way I'd like to avoid. Regardless, I'm working on a solution, we'll see how (or if) it turns out.
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4 yrs ago
Ok guys character apps are going to close
Make sure you get your apps in/finish them up before then. Gotta put my foot down at some point.
I'll post the introductory IC post around that time, but I'll have some special instructions for you all to do before you post. More info will be revealed tomorrow, at the hour of reckoning.
8/16 8:00 P.M. EST.
Make sure you get your apps in/finish them up before then. Gotta put my foot down at some point.
I'll post the introductory IC post around that time, but I'll have some special instructions for you all to do before you post. More info will be revealed tomorrow, at the hour of reckoning.
Lemons Resident Of The Bargain Bin
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32 min ago
@Didgeridont HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE
Nohbdy Consider-er of Consequences
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7 yrs ago
Aside from the image (which won't be up anytime soon), I'm good to go.
But yeah, hype mode activated.
But yeah, hype mode activated.
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Syben Digital Ghost
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2 mos ago
@Didgeridont Got any ideas for Chiue's cover story?
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