A small weasel of a man, Despite that he his a very powerful smuggler with a dangerous personality. Wears all black. Black jeans. Black sneakers, black shirt, and a barcode tattoo on his neck. A war of his higher ups of Identifying him. He's white. Extremely pale.
Name- Jimmy Verum. "Verry"
Age- 25
Role-Fixer.
Story/History- Verry was involved in the underworld from a young age. Using his wits, he weaseled his was up to a semi respectable position as a fixer. He is run by his higher ups, powerful people who ha. Eyes and ears everywhere, as such he has a paranoid tendancies and is a chronic Liar. (Actually has a medical condition where he always lies, I'm serious)
Obvious Cyberware- fully prosthetic left leg. Keeps it hidden and has a slot for a large blade he keeps on his person at Al times. He tends to keep himself self reliant despite his fake leg encase of a fall of the age of cyberpunks come to and end.

Tattersail I [+]

Tattersail II [+]

Apperance: 'Sail often keeps his clockwork bag of surgical tools with him and wears his antiquated magnavision glasses. Multiple layers and swivel hinged lenses capable of narrowing or broadening his field of view during modifications. Alternatively he might wear the blue tinted full size x-ray goggles. He likes to know what sort of available mod space is inside you. Nearly always sporting a one-sided self-amused smile.

Name: Technomancer Raven Tattersail

Age: 48

Role: Technomancer (Medtech) Never heard of mancing? You poor undeveloped meat sack.

History: As a child Tattersail would take all opportunities to "torture" any living creature small/slow/dumb enough to let him do so. Really he just wanted to know how they operated. Fast-forward to adulthood nothing has changed. Except now the fast/large/small/slow/dumb/intelligent creatures come to him voluntarily. Modifications and installations. All styles. No refunds and he won't add anything you don't agree too. Of course some unfortunate soul might agree to let him experiment under the right conditions. 'Sail converses freely with his cybernetic implanted dataforms, often while operating or talking to someone else, giving the impression of mild insanity or dementia.

Obvious Cyberware: Sub-dural spinal modification. Nano-tech plating extending from base back of neck to lower back. Encased inside neural overlay compression based lifeform (Dataform). (The stolen/stored memories/skills and to some extent personalities of dead people from whom the overlays were copied from.) Eight slots total, four currently in active use fifth under manual dark mode. These dataforms can speak to him neurally as long as they are active and un-shut up'd. Tattersail has no other visible or pervasive cybernetics. He prefers to use both his own skill and bioform to do modifications and installations on other subjects.

Dataforms: Forthcoming.

@RumikoOhara

Here it is then. I can provide more augment details if needed but I figured I should leave some room to grow

Vivian Everett [+]

Name: Vivian Everett
Age: 27
Role: Solo
Story/History: Vivian was born an orphan, raised in some corporate provided orphanage that served as a tax haven. She grew up fairly independent, getting into trouble and making the streets her home since the corps didn't care very much. It was there that she discovered her passion for physical activity. Running, climbing, even fighting. In this dull world where she seemed to have no prospects it let her feel like she meant something, and had something to strive for..

But there were few prospects for an orphan besides menial labor at low wages, an endless existence of slums. She aspired for something greater, and ended up joining with K&O Security where she earned her place by her physical ability and physiological compatibility with augments. A short stint of training, and she went off to fight.

Service in the corp was...interesting. She did some guard duty, fought in some brush conflicts, things that she doesn't really talk about and that the corp probably doesn't want said. Eventually she left, or maybe she was fired. That's another thing she doesn't say. One way or another it ended, and now she has taken up shop in East 41 to make a living, and maybe aspire for something more.

These days she's a Runner. Drawing on her Sec experience, she delivers things that are a bit too important to pass over the Net, or to risk Feddie interception. She prides herself on efficiency, reliability, and like all good Runners, the difficulty of the route taken. She's not afraid of a tussle but has kept out of major heat for the most part. One can only wonder how long that will last.

Cyberware: Skeletal Bone Reinforcements - Metal woven in between her bones to make her tougher and more durable, as well as resistant to injury

Personal Computer - A remnant from her military service, Vivian has a computer implanted in her brain that lets her access files, read emails, keep track of her bank balance, keep time, manage her other cyberware, do situation analysis, scan enemies, stuff like that. It's not intense processing but it gets the job done

Spinal Augments - Another relic from military service, this is a package that affects her body chemistry, injecting stimulants in combat situations, reducing fatigue, and helping to address injuries in the short term so she can take a licking and keep on ticking longer than she has any right to.

Myomer Bundles - Vivian has had some of her muscles replaced with artificial muscles for combat use that give her increased strength and resistance to damage from blunt force and cutting.

To anyone, whoever ciphers my history gets a cookie and a most nosy reader award!

<Snipped quote by WelcmeToGudBrgr>

You really think it was gonna be that easy knowing my history? ha! go to close to the fire and you will burn. You will not know who i really am, i am just the supplier, and you are the client, so don't go snooping around here

@WelcmeToGudBrgr