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Where to Begin? How about the Downs which is where if you want to find work, entertainment, and survival games you’d go.

This is the home of Burakumi, the untouchable outcaste of society those forgotten or thrown down for actual and perceived crime against the powers that be...where does that word come from? Look it up.

You live or work here and because of it are stained with the label of the underworld. It is a place where Solos, Street Samurai, Thugs, Smugglers, Murderers, Thieves, and those who have lost hope reside. You can get Lost in the maze of tunnels and through ways, if you’re lucky you can even have a little damp hole all your own here. Most people of the Downs of East 41 Archaeology are harmless people who scurry like mice from cover or if out in the open move with as little impact as they can manage but then there are people like you.

Your kind is either Curse, Saviour, or a more dangerous type of Rodent; a “Stainless Steel Rat” of this dark world that has never seen the sun.

I guess I could go on but I’m already bored...so maybe if you ask I could expound further.

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Roles

Solo Solos are hired hit-men, bodyguards, and mercenaries - a lot like Jayne Cobb from Firefly. Due to their professionalism and constant training, they have the ability to perceive danger, notice traps, and have an almost unearthly ability to avoid harm. These are the modern equivalent of the Ronin, court-martialed Feddie Troopers who got downgraded, Cops that were caught stealing from their boss or doing their job too well, Thugs whose gangs were on the losing side of a turf war. Here's a Link that might help

Netrunner Netrunners are the Hackers, with a cybernetically augmented interface systems Implanted into their bodies who can see the virtual world in it’s nightmarish glory. They are the covert Intel experts of the Solo teams and any team hitting a hard target without one will fall prey to the Runners or AI security on the other side.
Here’s a Link to explain more.

Fixer You hear Connected when you ask about these guys because a Fixer that ain’t Connected is a hungry bum. You need ammo for a gun you picked up after it fell outa some Feddie Van but like the gun the stuff is controled substance you find a Fixer and he’ll Fix you up if you got the cash. Need a Cyber Doc who does questionable mods find a Fixer and you’ll find a Doc.
Here’s a Link Gratis, next one will cost ya

Techie/Medtechie Do I really need to stress that if you are metal or live in a modern society then it’s these guys that keep it humming though sometimes to their own tune. Then there’s their cousins who are the surgeons that install this crazy shit in you or patch you up when you been shot full of holes. Both types are usually safe on any battle field if they don’t carry any weapons or engage in sedition against the Feddie corps and wear the big ole red cross...well till some metal head on the other side wants to shoot anything that moves to dial in his gun
Here’s another Link

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What’s It All About?

Well it’s about you and the Mistakes you’ve made or how you got Lucky….it’s about life; was I alive or created?

You are the guys on the street other people avoid or run to as they need your services or have reason to fear.

Here’s another Link but warning its a deep rabbit hole you’re about to go down...sure I know the link says 2020 and that’s a laughable but it's the old site they forgot to police when they closed down the other sites.

Now I know some of you are gonna be like the country boys were in days of old and the new mail order catalogues came out but just like them you ain’t got the money to go nutz. Some of you were once built for speed and the life of the party when it came to battle but they drummed you out and took but their crap leaving you barely able to walk or take a piss on your own. Now you make do with knockoffs, used, and questionable hardware dreaming of building your body back to the monster you once were but that takes cash and you gotta spend money to survive so it's slow going till you can hit it big.

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Where Am I?

Well me I’m stuck in the Net but you are in East 41 Section 6 UL 35….What’s that mean? Did you just wake up or is that Window Washer Acid still working? East 41 is a Medium sized arcology numbered and named by the Feddie corps when they divided up this world about 150 years ago and the UL 35 is how screwed you are being as its 5 levels from the bottom and only two of those ain’t the sewers….sorta glad I can’t smell things no more.

What Section 6? Oh take a bearing north in the center of the city and that is zed then follow it around 270 degrees and you’re in that pie wedge and your local corp boss is Hesteter Heavy Industries and it's their private cops you’ll be receiving you but woppin from if you’re caught, out of line or they just had a bad day, ask if you wanna know more this is running longer than the average man’s attention span

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Nutz & Bolts



Well that was quick I hope but actually I don’t really care you brought it on yourself

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Next we gotta make rules and I know snivel “Why?” If I don’t you’ll run all over me or the others as sure as little green dingle berries.

Da Rules
1: Don’t be a Dick, in other words debate is fine but don’t push the line past that cause I hate having to step in
2: Keep it to yourself, in other words if someone else's character seems silly or weak let it ride, who knows they may think your’s is a twit
3: Ask questions don’t make assumptions if you don’t know, I love questions and try and answer them all. If you’re confused you need to ask questions.
4: Sex, get a room or take it outta sight
5: Romance, got nothing against it but I also don’t need this turning into one of those novels that love sick fan girls and boys read so try and not bore the rest of us too much.
6: As my Handle says I am Goddess and Benevolent Dictator so I set the rules
7: Feel free to free form side stories just don’t go overboard and remember it’s my band so I call the tune
8: Give me feedback, let me know what the group needs or wants from the story….my ability to read minds is unreliable so I require verbal input.

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Well I jiggled the handle, Checked the connections and everything works but it still so quiet

Color me interested, I'd like to join in if you dont mind.

Color me interested, I'd like to join in if you dont mind.

Look it over I'm always here@WelcmeToGudBrgr

Yee

Omg, your that guy in discord

Been a nice long time since I have engaged in Cyberpunk. Need to shake off the corrosion. Will work on a character concept for tomorrow. Definitely going to be Techie/Medtechie.

@Tenslashsix

Works for me

First Cyperpunk RP, I think I might be a Tech

Tech are always useful

Sure are a lot of people peeking the Snail Board

Yee Character here
Name- Popeye
Age- 25
Role- Tech
Story/History- Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies
Obvious Cyberware- Soviet Cyberoptic
VR Link in head.

Yee Character here
Name- Popeye
Age- 25
Role- Tech
Story/History- Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies
Obvious Cyberware- Soviet Cyberoptic
VR Link in head.

Definitely new and no complaints about the CS as I want it brief though this is pushing LOL

I love hand-holding and guiding the newest members

I'll move him to the CS tab as an accepted CS

Definitely interested for this, though I can't really hammer out a CS at the moment. But I'll get you something soon

@Flamelord

Works for me

Name - David Reynolds
Age - 57
Role - Private Investigator
Story/History - As a Solo mercenary/private eye, people think that his ways are too old-schooled and outdated. He never had cases enough to sustain a living for him and his only daughter Jess, as he could never take cases that are too involved in cybernetics. As a result, his daughter always had to work part time jobs (she told him it was cleaning the dishes) to sustain the family. To him, Jess was his whole world. She was always cheerful and positive in front of him. He thought his daughter would live a happy live under his protection; until her 22nd birthday when she disappeared...
Obvious Cyberware - The only thing that can (barely) be called a cyberware is the augmented knee brace his daughter gave him for his bad knee joint on the wedding anniversary he made-up about (He never had a wife and he actually adopted Jess).

@Traps

I like Short but it's enough for people to know what you are and maybe what to expect

Move him to the CS and tap the Wings if you want to know more

Moon peeks in wondering if Robie went to sleep, Meat people are so fragile

Maybe he's a slow reader

Wow... nice roleplay gm.