I am thinking of pushing my character towards the medical side of things, so I want to ask: How does health care function in this new world?
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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
Adrian Steele
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
Thirty-Four
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Male
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Freelance Merc
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Steele stands at six foot four, he appears to have various brandings, scars and tattoos around his face and head. He is bald, clearly and it appears he has been for a while. He wears a blue fleeced jacket and under it an old faded punk rock band T. He wears a pair of old navy BDUs which are too faded in color. On his feet are a pair of black combat boots commonly used by Corporate Police. He appears to be of a muscular build and stands with solid stature, he always appears to be standing tall or atleast that's what he shows - at least. He has bags under his eyes, probably from sleep deprevivation
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
Adrian is rather cold to those he dosen't trust, he analyzes everyone he meets and takes a course of action after meeting them. It can range from being friendly and cordial while he can change to a mean and ruthless brute. In private he is a quiet man who keeps to himself, his outward persona usually changes to fit the situation but around long term friends that persona may fade. Adrian isn't one to hold his tongue, he will speak his mind, his thoughts and opinions on a situation. If a job is bad he'll say it, despite back lash or any hate or praise he may get. He's honest and sticks to telling the truth - when he isn't under cover.
Honest • Disturbed • Sympathetic • Crude
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
So, a washed up Corporate dog?
It almost seems fitting that Adrian Steele use to be a Corporate cop, before Eurocop began to regulate everything. It's one of the paths street kids end up in, the gangs, the corps or the dead. All three very simple in nature, but situations change and people die, people get hurt and emotions run high. Especially WEST District, the last past ten years had been tough especially with the 17DEM and Eurocop going at it. Adrian started out as a Corporate Cop, he used to protect Executives, protect corporate property and take out the trash every once in a while. That was before the corps merged with Eurocop and Adrian lost his job, the young Adrian Steele took what he had as a Corporate dog and went into bounty hunting. Crime pays, but Bounties pay even better.
To fit into the life style Adrian got some tattoos, new threads, the scars and brandings were gained while he was on jobs. Sometimes captured, sometimes injured, an injury just meant a new story for Adrian to tell. This was the 9-5 for Adrian, grab some low level scum cash the bounty and go home and go out the next day. Was as in, past tense. When Adrian's sister, Maggie was crippled, the medical bills to keep her alive in the hospital were staggering. Adrian stepped up his game, went after some dark people and hauled in some high ranking 17DEM "terrorists". Adrian isn't liked and now isn't the time to start making amends, make the money, pay the debts, save Maggie and maybe become famous at the same time. Simple right? Nothing ever is.
It almost seems fitting that Adrian Steele use to be a Corporate cop, before Eurocop began to regulate everything. It's one of the paths street kids end up in, the gangs, the corps or the dead. All three very simple in nature, but situations change and people die, people get hurt and emotions run high. Especially WEST District, the last past ten years had been tough especially with the 17DEM and Eurocop going at it. Adrian started out as a Corporate Cop, he used to protect Executives, protect corporate property and take out the trash every once in a while. That was before the corps merged with Eurocop and Adrian lost his job, the young Adrian Steele took what he had as a Corporate dog and went into bounty hunting. Crime pays, but Bounties pay even better.
To fit into the life style Adrian got some tattoos, new threads, the scars and brandings were gained while he was on jobs. Sometimes captured, sometimes injured, an injury just meant a new story for Adrian to tell. This was the 9-5 for Adrian, grab some low level scum cash the bounty and go home and go out the next day. Was as in, past tense. When Adrian's sister, Maggie was crippled, the medical bills to keep her alive in the hospital were staggering. Adrian stepped up his game, went after some dark people and hauled in some high ranking 17DEM "terrorists". Adrian isn't liked and now isn't the time to start making amends, make the money, pay the debts, save Maggie and maybe become famous at the same time. Simple right? Nothing ever is.
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
DST-16-WEST
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
»
Small, compact, 12 rounds of 12 gauge. Revolving cylinder, the street sweeper.
Small, compact, 12 rounds of 12 gauge. Revolving cylinder, the street sweeper.»
15 round mag, 40 smith and wesson. Old world deadly.
15 round mag, 40 smith and wesson. Old world deadly.
A six inch old world gravity knife with brass knuckles on it,comes with some cute skulls. They are skulls right?
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
It could stop a few bullets, maybe. Level IIIA slim black corporate armor, hidden under his jacket.𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
N/A
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
2500
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» Don't fuck with maggie, you'll regret it.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠”
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Hmmm, I've been thinking... Since the basis of all this RP is revolution, even if we start as employees at one of these massive conglomerates we are expected to betray our organization and join one resistance group, right? So every tie we have with these mega-corps is just fluff for the backstory or some kind of starting point?
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Hmmm, I've been thinking... Since the basis of all this RP is revolution, even if we start as employees at one of these massive conglomerates we are expected to betray our organization and join one resistance group, right? So every tie we have with these mega-corps is just fluff for the backstory or some kind of starting point?
Nupe. Le triez again!
@DeadDrop, does Mr. Steele have affiliation with any specific corporations?
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I am thinking of pushing my character towards the medical side of things, so I want to ask: How does health care function in this new world?
The world of medicine inside Terra is going to be added to the ooc tomorrow along with the addition of information on Districts/Class system. Sorry for the inconvenience.
@DeadDrop Nice to see another returning face, especially in the form of Steele's ugly mug. The CS is looking good but you might want to give the rules a quick once over ;]
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Am I late to the party? anyway, just dropping by to say I'm still on-board. CS will be up soon-ish.
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Am I late to the party? anyway, just dropping by to say I'm still on-board. CS will be up soon-ish.
You're not late at all. Welcome to the club, friendo.
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Ok... Good and bad news everyone!
I got bored and made 2 CSS...
Sent them to the GMs right now.
You guys will only see one of them though (the one that gets accepted. If one of them gets accepted XD)
I got bored and made 2 CSS...
Sent them to the GMs right now.
You guys will only see one of them though (the one that gets accepted. If one of them gets accepted XD)
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Phew! I had to fix a few code issues when moving this over from another program, but in the end, it's all done with now. Anyway, this is the basic idea of the character I have in mind. I haven't gotten a fully rendered image quite yet, but I'm working on it. Sorry, in advance! If there are any questions or any errors in lore, please notify me. Though I've read most of the fluff, I've a terrible memory as a person. So I'm bound to make a few mistakes.
With that said, I present my sheet. I look forward to working with you all. :^D
[ "It does not need to be complicated, our lives. Sometimes the simple things are enough…" ]
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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:![]()
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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:![]()
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:![]()
» - Shoddy Multipurpose Power Regulator -
» - Data-Lock Processor-
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:![]()
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:![]()
With that said, I present my sheet. I look forward to working with you all. :^D
[ "It does not need to be complicated, our lives. Sometimes the simple things are enough…" ]
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
JNIY - 0498// ‘Tink’ Tinkerbelle
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
12 Years Old
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Female Frame, but the gender is customizable. Commonly refers to itself as “This One”, though is known to respond to both gender pronouns.
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Free Agent
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Beauty is to those who bestow their own right. Those with a right in the first place. Tinkerbelle’s core design was to be a ‘perfect partner’, an effigy for ones who had their own twisted definition of the words. Her previous owners took great care to customize her to their… likings. As such, many of her components are more for fashion and personal appeal than raw practicality, such as the realistic skin synthetic mesh, human hair extensions, and fully customizable shell. Painstakingly, the model was crafted and outfitted until she resembled an idealized form. More human, or maybe less machine, whichever it was.
Because of her unsightly past, “Tink” displays herself in a dignified, elaborate array of cloth and stitchwork. In a simple sense, she embodies the look of an polite ‘porcelain doll’.
Often found wandering the streets alone, pale, frail, and demure, it is clear that the doll was meant to not be any mirror of reality. Rather an exaggeration. Perhaps grotesquely so. One might be awed at the ‘love’ and ‘care’ poured into her relatively stunning features. A very warped sense of the two words, she would attest. And they would mistake the softness in expression of her indigo eyes to be one of innocence and purity. Rather than fearful reservation. On these encounters, unknowing to the staring eyes, her bright gaze is welcoming, and her meek gestures and conduct almost hypnotic. And this is no guise. If such an admirer makes themselves known, with open arms she greets all strangers. Her greatest skill and pride is the ability to ease the hearts of others. This is the only thing about her original skill-set, that Tinkerbelle does not hold in contempt. But to those who wish to take advantage of this lone doll on these false pretenses of weakness and vulnerability, would find a nasty surprise. While hauntingly human-like, underneath the skin is a frame of strong alloys and metal. Built to be heavily resistant to great abuse and stress, she can easily turn this against less-than-prepared attackers. Her vocal tone betrays her new, stronger nature, tuned too softly to question or make demand. Any attacker would be warned kindly first. And only once. No longer was she a poor, obedient little doll, ever-submissive to the whims of others.
Unfortunate as it is, she does not have it within herself to hate. Only pity, for those who seek to comfort themselves in such a desperate way. Some might say loneliness is a terrible disease that even this interconnected world has yet to cure. And perhaps, so long as we bear 'humanity', it will never.
Because of her unsightly past, “Tink” displays herself in a dignified, elaborate array of cloth and stitchwork. In a simple sense, she embodies the look of an polite ‘porcelain doll’.
Often found wandering the streets alone, pale, frail, and demure, it is clear that the doll was meant to not be any mirror of reality. Rather an exaggeration. Perhaps grotesquely so. One might be awed at the ‘love’ and ‘care’ poured into her relatively stunning features. A very warped sense of the two words, she would attest. And they would mistake the softness in expression of her indigo eyes to be one of innocence and purity. Rather than fearful reservation. On these encounters, unknowing to the staring eyes, her bright gaze is welcoming, and her meek gestures and conduct almost hypnotic. And this is no guise. If such an admirer makes themselves known, with open arms she greets all strangers. Her greatest skill and pride is the ability to ease the hearts of others. This is the only thing about her original skill-set, that Tinkerbelle does not hold in contempt. But to those who wish to take advantage of this lone doll on these false pretenses of weakness and vulnerability, would find a nasty surprise. While hauntingly human-like, underneath the skin is a frame of strong alloys and metal. Built to be heavily resistant to great abuse and stress, she can easily turn this against less-than-prepared attackers. Her vocal tone betrays her new, stronger nature, tuned too softly to question or make demand. Any attacker would be warned kindly first. And only once. No longer was she a poor, obedient little doll, ever-submissive to the whims of others.
Unfortunate as it is, she does not have it within herself to hate. Only pity, for those who seek to comfort themselves in such a desperate way. Some might say loneliness is a terrible disease that even this interconnected world has yet to cure. And perhaps, so long as we bear 'humanity', it will never.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
”You and I… little friend, often people think we are lost and unwanted. I am always confused by this. To me, it is odd to judge others for simply living the way they want to. Life would be easier if they stopped complicating things. Don’t you think?” - spoken to Damper, a 3-legged stray Burmese Cat.
If any word describes her, it is that she is 'welcoming'. Perhaps it is ingrained into her very core programming as a 'servant', but she is accommodating and rarely complains no matter the apparent hardships. She adores helping others, with no return at all. Friendliness exudes her every gesture and word, hoping to uplift those who are willing to call her companionship. Such is a proper lady, in her own eyes. If anything can quell the bubbling foulness that gathered up in the dark divides within society, she believes it is only by counteraction through kindness and understanding. In accordance to this belief, she will absolutely avoid using violence unless it is vital, and even then, purely in self defense.
If any word describes her, it is that she is 'welcoming'. Perhaps it is ingrained into her very core programming as a 'servant', but she is accommodating and rarely complains no matter the apparent hardships. She adores helping others, with no return at all. Friendliness exudes her every gesture and word, hoping to uplift those who are willing to call her companionship. Such is a proper lady, in her own eyes. If anything can quell the bubbling foulness that gathered up in the dark divides within society, she believes it is only by counteraction through kindness and understanding. In accordance to this belief, she will absolutely avoid using violence unless it is vital, and even then, purely in self defense.
Precise//Hospitable • Indecisive//Afraid • Friendly//Accommodating • Whimsical//Listless
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
There was little those with money could do. It is a cruel fact in this world. This precious resource could bend the indomitable law, inspire even the most loyal to turn against their brothers, and even be used to create a world separate from reality. An actual utopia, some would say. JNIY - 0498 was part of an attempt to attain such a solace for these few. These crime lords, though alone were meager and weak, insignificant to the beasts that surrounded them in this wild, metal jungle, together, they found success in their combined strength derived from hunger and desperation. Their concentrated cruelty paved forth an empire ran through the underground thicker than the shadows themselves. And when they weren’t busy running the streets and cutting deals, often times quite literally, they would retreat to a place where they felt safe. Where they can burn away their stress. Though there were many luxuries in this den of opulence, from countless servants who could perform any whim, to grand theatres and personal shows, JNIY - 0498 was their favorite toy to play with. And she belonged to all of them, an interchangeable ‘doll’ between the vicious and twisted lords. They grew to love and trust her so, that they even used her as a secret method to store important information. A failsafe, as it were.
And for a long time, she remained in this trove of luxury. Locked away and knowing nothing else.
But much like a jungle full of beasts, the leaders are removed frequently and violently. By those more hungry and cunning. Only the most vicious will be able to retain their status as 'king' for long. Like an engorged snake who swallowed its own tail, these Lords amassed power to no end nor limit. Quickly, like a disease, jealousy and hatred spread amongst those they laid upon with their great form. In secrecy, the smaller circles would plot the tyrant's downfall. On one bleak night, during an important deal between the lords and Eurocorp, the beloved golden palace was placed under siege. Their usurpers knew they were weaker, and sought in desperation to carve the heart out the great serpent-lords before they would be swallowed whole. However, their attack was not as true as they imagined. Though the attackers managed to destroy much of the priceless utopia, they did not know the greatest secret of the palace. And in the fire and blood, a certain doll was able to wander away. Barely clinging to life. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove the little doll, or her own repulsion of the countless dead bodies.
But she knew she must leave. There was more to life than what they showed her, than the emptiness of the vast, golden hallways. Though the outside world was harsh and difficult, she found ways to survive. Perhaps her past kindness has finally shed return? Following the strays of the gutters, she hid with the wary animals for weeks until the searches went sparse. She was deemed dead now. And that was for the best. The doll had a new life ahead of her now, one where she was free to choose and want. She embraced this freedom.
Traversing the sprawling metropolis soon became her specialty, and that turned into making deliveries for people. She came to know many faces and began to afford to craft a new identity. One she made all herself.
“Tinkerbelle” she would be known, a fanciful name she found very pleasing.
And for a long time, she remained in this trove of luxury. Locked away and knowing nothing else.
But much like a jungle full of beasts, the leaders are removed frequently and violently. By those more hungry and cunning. Only the most vicious will be able to retain their status as 'king' for long. Like an engorged snake who swallowed its own tail, these Lords amassed power to no end nor limit. Quickly, like a disease, jealousy and hatred spread amongst those they laid upon with their great form. In secrecy, the smaller circles would plot the tyrant's downfall. On one bleak night, during an important deal between the lords and Eurocorp, the beloved golden palace was placed under siege. Their usurpers knew they were weaker, and sought in desperation to carve the heart out the great serpent-lords before they would be swallowed whole. However, their attack was not as true as they imagined. Though the attackers managed to destroy much of the priceless utopia, they did not know the greatest secret of the palace. And in the fire and blood, a certain doll was able to wander away. Barely clinging to life. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove the little doll, or her own repulsion of the countless dead bodies.
But she knew she must leave. There was more to life than what they showed her, than the emptiness of the vast, golden hallways. Though the outside world was harsh and difficult, she found ways to survive. Perhaps her past kindness has finally shed return? Following the strays of the gutters, she hid with the wary animals for weeks until the searches went sparse. She was deemed dead now. And that was for the best. The doll had a new life ahead of her now, one where she was free to choose and want. She embraced this freedom.
Traversing the sprawling metropolis soon became her specialty, and that turned into making deliveries for people. She came to know many faces and began to afford to craft a new identity. One she made all herself.
“Tinkerbelle” she would be known, a fanciful name she found very pleasing.
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
Original District 4. Currently wanders throughout the districts with no real home.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
Being somewhat of a reverse android, with flesh components added to her metal frame, most of her body is composed of the typical fine machinery found in high-end models that is durable to most forms of kinetic damage and stress. Though damaged during her departure from her ‘masters’, with limited funds and help from a few kind souls, she was able to attain a new power regulator that saved her life. Along with a few more tweaks and upgrades, the doll soon became quite effective at evading combat and threats all together to enact her courier duties.
» - Shoddy Multipurpose Power Regulator -
As stated before, the clunky machine neck brace is made from sparse resources, namely junk scrap, and functions as one might expect. With a clever suggestion from an acquaintance, however, the unassuming piece of technology acts as a disguise for a few additional key features. Namely ,the ‘transmission cancelling’, that allows her to create a potent personal-level dead-zone for frequencies and wavelengths, allowing for ‘off-grid’ travel, and the high-speed data extraction unit. With these tools, she is able to sneak around high density scanning fields and rapidly steal/deliver vast amounts of information.
» - Data-Lock Processor-
In line with her original purpose, she was upgraded with a powerful encrypted storage that can only be accessed directly. And even then, the data inside is hopelessly flushed and jumbled unless given access by Tink herself. This unit is also built into her very processing A.I. mainframe, and is heavily protected by a layer of dampening metal, eliminating electromagnetic currents and other dangerous magnetic attacks commonly effective against androids. With all these safety measures, it essentially makes any remote hacking attempts to be futile and her destruction causing any important data to be destroyed as well. Still, to this day, the secret information of the underground Lords is locked deep inside her mind. Who will stir this lost-heart of the great beast?
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Enough to feed the strays.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» ”The Future is now. How does that sound to you, Damper? This one is liking that quote more and more, every day.”
“Mew.”
“Mew.”
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She's not complete, but all the cool kids are posting WIP sheets, so you get to watch me procrastinate for a week.
[ "Sometimes I desire the life of the unfortunate. Maybe then things would be different." ]
[ "Sometimes I desire the life of the unfortunate. Maybe then things would be different." ]
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
𝚂𝚎𝚡:
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND
» Robin
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
Twenty-five
𝚂𝚎𝚡:
Female
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
Not aligned with any particular corporation; acts as a hired assassin for various different corporations, taking down the enemies of whoever has the highest bid. Also does jobs for individual people who can pay her in either money or sensitive information.
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
WRITTEN APPEARANCE
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
I know who I am. I'm just another cog in the machine of this world, built by the corporations I kill for in exchange for credits or information. Every string I pull is instantly severed before my eyes, leading me down a path predetermined by whatever bastards decided to play God with this infernal place. Every step forward is a dozen steps back, while I continue on my absurdist crusade of 'ending corporate corruption' by fuelling it myself.
"THEY'RE SWIFT, AYE. LIKE ONE O' THEM SMALL LITTLE BIRDS THAT HOPS 'ROUND THE PLACE."
CONFIDENT • SHORT-TEMPERED • EMPATHETIC • DISTRUSTFUL
"HEARD THEY DON'T LIKE KILLING, THOUGH. SAID IT WAS BULLSHITE, BUT 'E INSISTED. DAFT BASTARD."
𝙱𝚒𝚘: CONFIDENT • SHORT-TEMPERED • EMPATHETIC • DISTRUSTFUL
"HEARD THEY DON'T LIKE KILLING, THOUGH. SAID IT WAS BULLSHITE, BUT 'E INSISTED. DAFT BASTARD."
BRIEF CHARACTER HISTORY
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
DST-02-SOUTH; while not quite the best of the best, the Lynch family have enough wealth to be situated in the second richest district of Europa. However, Robin now spends her days roaming DST-__ — a far cry from the home where she spent her sheltered youth.
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
» MELEE; SHORT-SWORD— MK-XIII TITAN
» PRIMARY; NON-LETHAL PISTOL— MK-II GHOST
» SECONDARY; COMPACT SMG— MK-V SILVER
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
» TORSO / ARM GUARDS / BANDANA
» MOTORCYCLE JACKET / MOTORCYCLE HELMET
Don't be fooled by its simple appearance — Robin's armour is much more capable than the primitive nature it may display. A bulky bulletproof vest, made of an advanced fiber weave used by moderate class private militias, is the centerpiece of her torso (and subsequent upper leg) armour. It can protect her from most calibers of bullets, though any form of energy weapon or conventional gun that fires more than 1,400 rounds per minute will start to essentially tear through the fibers. The specific material used for the vest means that, despite its' bulky design, the vest is lightweight and offers little restriction to the wearer's speed or maneuverability. However, this does not make the bulkiness of the vest obsolete. Along with the increased protection it allows — dampening the blow of any knife up to 5 inches — the vest conceals a key part of Robin's identity — her gender, though this is aided by the bandana she wears and the hooded cloak attached to her armour. While her jobs don't always go smoothly, the people that spot Robin on a job and live to tell the tale have very little to identify her by, leading to a vague fog of mystery surrounding even what gender she is. To which, she's thankful — knowing whether a pay-for-hire murderer is male or female narrows down the search list by a wide margin.
Finally, Robin has her trusty "arm guards", purchased from a shady market vendor after she discovered the fatal flaw of exposing part of her arms in her makeshift armour. While once known as bracers, though Robin would never be caught using such an ancient word, this technologically advanced version of the millenias old invention has become the blessing of the girl's life. Possibly the most advanced piece of equipment in her arsenal, the MK-VI HYDRA arm guards are the host of a data-compiling UI — essentially, a beefed up Apple Watch. The particular model Robin owns was tailored to her very needs, the sole purpose being transmitting a distracting sound that can change the perceived source at will, at least to the average ear. Other necessary but unimportant features are what come standard with the device — contact storing, phone call making, radio propaganda listening, money transfer making and the likes. Should she become more technology savvy within the next few months, the darling devil may even discover the function that allows you to turn the interface off.
Finally, Robin has her trusty "arm guards", purchased from a shady market vendor after she discovered the fatal flaw of exposing part of her arms in her makeshift armour. While once known as bracers, though Robin would never be caught using such an ancient word, this technologically advanced version of the millenias old invention has become the blessing of the girl's life. Possibly the most advanced piece of equipment in her arsenal, the MK-VI HYDRA arm guards are the host of a data-compiling UI — essentially, a beefed up Apple Watch. The particular model Robin owns was tailored to her very needs, the sole purpose being transmitting a distracting sound that can change the perceived source at will, at least to the average ear. Other necessary but unimportant features are what come standard with the device — contact storing, phone call making, radio propaganda listening, money transfer making and the likes. Should she become more technology savvy within the next few months, the darling devil may even discover the function that allows you to turn the interface off.
» MOTORCYCLE JACKET / MOTORCYCLE HELMET
While not necessarily as combat-ready as her regular armour that she wears on jobs, Robin's cautious nature means that her motorcycle gear has to be at least capable of protecting her from an ambush. While she only ever needs to wear motorcycle gear when travelling the city with Rush and his gang, making it quite rare compared to the amount of times she's sent off on a job, you can never be too careful — especially in Europa. The stylish black leather plating of the jacket allows for ease of movement, the same as Robin's regular armour, and the tinted two-way mirror visor of the helmet means she can protect her identity on the go. Oh, what the Lynch family would do if they discovered a Lynch child riding with a gang of homeless children...
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
Hailing from a family of purists, Robin has no augments. She has considered getting one in the near future, but even the abnormality of her unaugmented state isn't enough to make her forget the scare stories told by her family and other purists. Maybe if she encounters a situation where she is inept without a particular augment, she would finally brave the process. But until then, it is just a lingering thought at the back of her mind. She's perfectly capable without modifying her body to stuff it full of metal.
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
NET WORTH GOES HERE
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» The future is now.
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And this is where I deeply lament not perusing the interest checks a week ago. So, instead of proclaiming my utterly doomed yet overwhelming interest in this concept, I'm just going to say hi. I'll probably also be over here crying in my pillow, for all that's worth. But, if you'll have a random skulker, I might hang out a little bit, chat with the other creative types, and simply bathe in the aesthetic, electric soup that is such wonderfully designed cyberpunk.
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[ "Good? Evil? Peoples only do what they want to do. Why pretend is big cosmic battle?" ]
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
Ingulule-Ijubane "Rush" Izulu
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
28
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Male
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Oshun
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Nobody knows what Rush looks like, perhaps, even Rush. Those who know him most closely would tell you that he wears a candy red motorcycle helmet, that he likes warm colors, and that he is pretty short for an African. Unlike his ever-present helmet, Rush has many peacockish outfits, though they all follow the same formula; Racing Suit, Gloves, Boots. Because of a long-standing aversion to germs and all types of nudity, partial and otherwise, Rush is extremely protective over his right to dress like a ninja seven days a week. He doesn't take cold-blooded murder lightly for a criminal, but he straight-up halved the last person to try to take off his helmet.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
Rush is not quirky, obfuscating insanity to evade police capture, or playing dumb. Rush has a variety of mental illnesses, drug addictions, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and poor impulse control. A few moments of talking to him make it plainly clear how obviously wrong something is with him, though his cheery nature and childishness generally cause most to let their guard down. Despite his proclivity for candy, motorcycles, and hanging out with homeless children, there is a very present darkness to Rush's actions -- He is a murderer, a thief, and en employer of child soldiers. Whether or not he enjoys dancing to bubblegum pop from the American 1980's, it is not easy to forget that Rush kills people remorselessly. He is garish, crude, energetic, and acts with a maniacal glee somewhere between an adolescent boy and a hardcore gangsta rapper. He is the kind of person who would pour a bowl of cereal milk first just to upset those in the kitchen.
Honest • Ruthless • Good-Natured • Impulsive
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
BRIEF CHARACTER HISTORY
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
Rush was born in a shantytown in Liberia -- a wartorn country in Western Africa, or as Rush refers to it, "Machine Gun Africa". Rush does not know who his mother or father are, and has declined the use of Oshun's resources to track them down. To Rush, he was not born in Liberia, nor was he born in the orphanage in South Africa he was sent to. Those are simply where he first received a body, and then received a legal name. Rush was born in Somalia at the age of nine, when he was inducted into the Somalian Justiciars Army. Moved around as a ward of the state until escaping an orphanage, Rush became a child soldier conscripted into the Somalia-Ethiopia war of 2180 by a motorcycle-riding warlord named "General Cheetah" who introduced Rush to his three loves; Motorcycles, drugs, and violence. By thirteen, Rush was a seasoned warrior, standing at the general's side every day. By eighteen, he was the general, known as "General Rush" to the child soldiers under his fold. With the conflict in Somalia and Ethiopia only worsening by the day, Rush was eventually contacted by an agent of Oshun nine years ago with a proposition -- He would receive more money than he had ever seen and a plane ticket to Eurocorp, and in exchange, he would do whatever he was told. Today, Rush lives in Eurocorp, far from Machine Gun Africa, doing whatever he pleases until he's given orders.
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
»EPA Standard issue EPA handgun
The criminal world's equivalent to a chatroom admin tag.
The criminal world's equivalent to a chatroom admin tag.
»AK-47, Gold-Plated
Rush looted this rifle from a gun store in Somalia. It costs as much as a decade of private college.
Rush looted this rifle from a gun store in Somalia. It costs as much as a decade of private college.
»Button Activated Ballistics Knife
"Rush never bring a knife to a gun fight, but he do to a fist fight. Him fists too small."
"Rush never bring a knife to a gun fight, but he do to a fist fight. Him fists too small."
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
» Makusa GP-WRX Racing Leathers - Rush's closet is lined with jumpsuits, aerosuits, racing leathers, and other sorts of ridiculous aerodynamic clothes, but his preferred brand is the Makusa GP-WRX line. Aside from being reinforced and lightweight, they deflect rain surprisingly well.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
Rush has one augmentation, which allows him to make turns and microadjustments that would be impossible with human reflexes.
» Eye-Wrist Nervelink
There is a neural link between the control of Rush's wrist tendons and his eyes. The purpose for this sort of augmentation is to give motorcycle riders more complete control of their vehicle at high speeds. If Rush sees a crack in the pavement coming up, his hands will unconsciously adjust the bike's trajectory by .002 centimeters to avoid it, all while going a hundred miles an hour.
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
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Rush is notoriously poor at keeping track of his online backing, running up hundreds of dollars of credit charges and overdraft fees until Oshun pays them off. He is now only paid in cash.
Rush is notoriously poor at keeping track of his online backing, running up hundreds of dollars of credit charges and overdraft fees until Oshun pays them off. He is now only paid in cash.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» THE FUTURE IS NOW
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Another question I have. Are the androids like in Detroit:Become Human or what are they like/resemble?
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Still working on the retooling but behold this wip.
[ "Of course its going to hurt, you twisted your neural points and I have to take them apart with a saw. Now stop crying and roll your sleeve up, it'll be over before you know it." ]
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[ "Of course its going to hurt, you twisted your neural points and I have to take them apart with a saw. Now stop crying and roll your sleeve up, it'll be over before you know it." ]
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
Ophelia Hayes, aka 'OPHELOS'
𝙰𝚐𝚎: 26 physically, actual age unknown.
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Female
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: EuroMed
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Ophelia stands at a confident five foot ten inches, with her lithe form and finely sculpted features hiding surprisingly sturdy musculature underneath. Her bright blue eyes often sparkle and shift in color, betraying the existence of ocular implants, and while her hair color often changes on a whim, she can usually be counted on to let it grow long and tie it in a ponytail knot. Her wardrobe tends to be just as eclectic as her hair color, though she gravitates towards form-fitting and functional designs as well as never going without her white medical jacket on the job. She wears a special glove on her left hand to hide the visible components of her augmentations for the sake of looking professional, and most unusually in this day and age she often wears glasses, though hers are designed to interface wireless with nearby systems and devices, most commonly her medical tech. Her shoulders and back contain faint traces of markings from removed tattoos, with the exception of a long string of binary code wrapping around her left arm near the elbow, and she has a scar on the back of her head covered up by her hair.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
The medical profession is a noble art, one associated with patience, temperance, stoicism, and incredible skill. Ophelia certainly has that last one but the others ran away screaming after spending five minutes with her. Described by her superiors as having "a mind moving so fast that it sometimes outpaces the rest of her", Ophelia is a fast and free spirit, bouncing around and doing things so fast that she sometimes needs to stop to take a break and reorient herself. She's unquestionably skilled as a physician and augment technician however, and her unrelenting barrage of fast paced weird belies a genuine compassion for others, a great lust for life, and a desire to help in any way she can.
BRIGHT • ECCENTRIC • SPRIGHTLY • SPONTANEOUS
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
Artificial Intelligence may be afforded rights under the law, but in some circles, they are more guidelines then actual rules. Even in a day and age where it’s common to run fast and loose with the law, the sale of any sort of intelligent machine is a legal landmine for even the biggest companies, and the line between selling a helpful program and enslaving a sentient being in the eyes of many is often quite thin. Of course, an AI partner is still an incredibly useful tool, and if you have a fat checkbook and few scruples you can always find a black market for these sort of things. One such program is OPHELOS, the brainchild of a gifted tech-head known only as ‘Zan’ and one of the most advanced helper AI’s on the market, possessing an impressive intellect as well as a personality matrix that helped with fast decision making and would, if you were found with one, land you in prison before you could say “chattel slavery”. One such model was bought and activated through very private channels by an assassin in need of a more reliable hacking program.
This program’s first real memory was of her owner, a professional mercenary and international assassin by the name of Kali Mendoza, though she suspects that was not her real name. Raised from birth to be a killer, Kali was a professional to the core and had augmented herself to perform at maximum proficiency, even going so far as to replace parts of her brain with artificial parts of questionable legality. Cold, ruthless, and brutally efficient, Kali showed rarely showed any emotion besides contempt and, occasionally, satisfaction when killing or brutalizing AI or androids that dared to think they were anything more than tools. Suffice it to say, OPHELOUS suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of Kali that her programming forced her to reply to with a friendly apology and had little else to look forward to until the day when the assassin would inevitably sacrifice the poor AI to finish a job and buy another one to repeat the cycle.
Kali had enemies, however, and it wasn’t too long before she and OPHELOS were on a job in EuroCorp that went south fast. What should have been an easy hit on an android executive turned into a shootout, and despite some slick moves by Kali and some clever infiltration and hacking by her AI partner, a guard got an extremely lucky shot just as the assassin made her escape. OPHELOS was given one last order to bring her to a local contact with rudimentary surgical skills, and as she made the call, OPHELOS activated some nearby security cameras to get a look at her master’s body, lying limp in a back alley with a bullet planted right between her eyes. Barely alive, Kali was picked up and rushed to the contact's location, who frantically went to work replacing damaged brain tissue with cybernetic attachments despite it being well outside his usual area of expertise. In the desperate whirlwind of action, the feckless surgeon inadvertently connected the interface Kali used to interact with OPHELOS to the neural interface in the assassin’s brain.
OPHELOS felt a pang of fear for the first time right before it all went dark and she woke up in a body. Helped to her feet by the man she saw working on Kali, OPHELOS looked at a nearby mirror and saw Kali looking back. In the frantic operation, the contact had, without realizing it, effectively rendered the assassin brain-dead and overwrote what was left of her mind and personality with OPHELOS’ code, effectively implanting the AI into a human body. The sensation of her new human senses all at once was too much for the AI-turned-human to handle and she collapsed in the contact's dingy operating room.
Wanting nothing to do with the 'assassin's' apparent mental breakdown, the man dumped her behind a slum in District 14, where she was found by a sympathetic local and dropped off at an actual clinic where she could recover mentally and physically from the ordeal. Feigning amnesia and playing dumb when the doctor's complained about not being able to identify her (Mendoza had made sure she would not be easily traceable), OPHELOS walked out into the world feeling truly free for the first time in her short life and spent almost a whole day just walking around and experiencing life unrestrained by command lines and codes before finding herself in a small coffee shop where she could plan.
Enjoying the first coffee she ever had, OPHELOS' thoughts turned to the master whose body she now had and what she would do next. Remembering the abuse she suffered and how cold and heartless Mendoza had been, OPHELOS decided that she wanted to spend this life helping people rather then hurting them like the assassin had, rather spontaneously deciding on something in the medical profession after remembering how nice the staff at the clinic had been. Figuring she would need a new name, she chose to adopt the name that was derived from her old program name; Ophelia.
Having access to Kali Mendoza's accounts and contacts as well as her impressive intellect gifted by her programming, Ophelia went to work burying the assassin. Bank accounts were emptied to ensure officials that an unidentifiable body in police custody was in fact an assassin whose last mission had gone wrong, and weapons caches were dismantled and sold to pay for a string of seemingly unrelated cosmetic surgeries and augmentation tune-ups. Black Hat hackers and infiltrators were freed from their debts to craft a carefully designed backstory of a gifted but eccentric young woman fresh out of a Korporat medical school, along with the ID and credentials to back it up. Thus the internet lit up with the news that an infamous android killer had bit the big one, and EuroMed happily thought of the profit that would come from hiring this talented medical student named Ophelia Hayes onto their staff.
This program’s first real memory was of her owner, a professional mercenary and international assassin by the name of Kali Mendoza, though she suspects that was not her real name. Raised from birth to be a killer, Kali was a professional to the core and had augmented herself to perform at maximum proficiency, even going so far as to replace parts of her brain with artificial parts of questionable legality. Cold, ruthless, and brutally efficient, Kali showed rarely showed any emotion besides contempt and, occasionally, satisfaction when killing or brutalizing AI or androids that dared to think they were anything more than tools. Suffice it to say, OPHELOUS suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of Kali that her programming forced her to reply to with a friendly apology and had little else to look forward to until the day when the assassin would inevitably sacrifice the poor AI to finish a job and buy another one to repeat the cycle.
Kali had enemies, however, and it wasn’t too long before she and OPHELOS were on a job in EuroCorp that went south fast. What should have been an easy hit on an android executive turned into a shootout, and despite some slick moves by Kali and some clever infiltration and hacking by her AI partner, a guard got an extremely lucky shot just as the assassin made her escape. OPHELOS was given one last order to bring her to a local contact with rudimentary surgical skills, and as she made the call, OPHELOS activated some nearby security cameras to get a look at her master’s body, lying limp in a back alley with a bullet planted right between her eyes. Barely alive, Kali was picked up and rushed to the contact's location, who frantically went to work replacing damaged brain tissue with cybernetic attachments despite it being well outside his usual area of expertise. In the desperate whirlwind of action, the feckless surgeon inadvertently connected the interface Kali used to interact with OPHELOS to the neural interface in the assassin’s brain.
OPHELOS felt a pang of fear for the first time right before it all went dark and she woke up in a body. Helped to her feet by the man she saw working on Kali, OPHELOS looked at a nearby mirror and saw Kali looking back. In the frantic operation, the contact had, without realizing it, effectively rendered the assassin brain-dead and overwrote what was left of her mind and personality with OPHELOS’ code, effectively implanting the AI into a human body. The sensation of her new human senses all at once was too much for the AI-turned-human to handle and she collapsed in the contact's dingy operating room.
Wanting nothing to do with the 'assassin's' apparent mental breakdown, the man dumped her behind a slum in District 14, where she was found by a sympathetic local and dropped off at an actual clinic where she could recover mentally and physically from the ordeal. Feigning amnesia and playing dumb when the doctor's complained about not being able to identify her (Mendoza had made sure she would not be easily traceable), OPHELOS walked out into the world feeling truly free for the first time in her short life and spent almost a whole day just walking around and experiencing life unrestrained by command lines and codes before finding herself in a small coffee shop where she could plan.
Enjoying the first coffee she ever had, OPHELOS' thoughts turned to the master whose body she now had and what she would do next. Remembering the abuse she suffered and how cold and heartless Mendoza had been, OPHELOS decided that she wanted to spend this life helping people rather then hurting them like the assassin had, rather spontaneously deciding on something in the medical profession after remembering how nice the staff at the clinic had been. Figuring she would need a new name, she chose to adopt the name that was derived from her old program name; Ophelia.
Having access to Kali Mendoza's accounts and contacts as well as her impressive intellect gifted by her programming, Ophelia went to work burying the assassin. Bank accounts were emptied to ensure officials that an unidentifiable body in police custody was in fact an assassin whose last mission had gone wrong, and weapons caches were dismantled and sold to pay for a string of seemingly unrelated cosmetic surgeries and augmentation tune-ups. Black Hat hackers and infiltrators were freed from their debts to craft a carefully designed backstory of a gifted but eccentric young woman fresh out of a Korporat medical school, along with the ID and credentials to back it up. Thus the internet lit up with the news that an infamous android killer had bit the big one, and EuroMed happily thought of the profit that would come from hiring this talented medical student named Ophelia Hayes onto their staff.
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
»PRIMARY WEAPON GOES HERE
»SECONDARY WEAPON GOES HERE
»MELEE WEAPON GOES HERE
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
» ARMOR GOES HERE - WRITTEN DESCRIPTION COMPULSORY - PICTURE IS OPTIONAL
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
REASON FOR AUGMENTATIONS - WRITE "N/A" IF NONE
» FIRST AUGMENTATION TYPE
» SECOND AUGMENTATION TYPE
» THIRD AUGMENTATION TYPE
» FIRST AUGMENTATION TYPE
DESCRIPTION ONE
» SECOND AUGMENTATION TYPE
DESCRIPTION TWO
» THIRD AUGMENTATION TYPE
DESCRIPTION THREE
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
NET WORTH GOES HERE
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» ANYTHING I LEFT OUT
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[ "”Are you a gambling man? Yes? Good, we’re gonna play Russian Roulette. And you go first." ]
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
Jack ‘Spades’ Werhner
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
32
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Male
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: SinDicate
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Spades isn’t exactly your average person, though that is quite obvious from the augs which riddle his entire left side. But beyond that, he is rather tall and bulky, standing at 6’4 and weighing close to 245lbs of pure muscle. His hair is kept short in a military-esque buzzcut and he prefers to keep any facial hair as a simple goatee, no mustache. Tattoos cover his body, though ending at where his augs are, and tend to depict a deck of cards.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
Spades isn’t exactly what one would call a gentleman, then again some people just wouldn’t even call him a man anymore, though that hardly bothers him. His job is violence and he is damn good at, especially enjoys it too which just makes that another plus. It is rare to find Spades having an actual conversation with someone that isn’t focused on how good their sidearm is, how many kills they have, or what their latest job was like. Though, really, it is rare to see him actually talk to someone unless he is fuck all hammered and seemingly oblivious to social cues.
However, social cues don’t really matter when it comes to doing a job and it definitely doesn’t matter when a EPA comes around while you’re breaking down a door. As much as Spades loves money, he also loves to not be in jail and to not be dead. Possibly one of the reasons why he is less than willing to accept an offer to be bought out of a job, though the other reason might be his debt to the people that saved his life with the augs he was given. After all, debts gotta be paid whether you are dead or in prison, though it’d be pretty hard to collect if he was dead.
However, social cues don’t really matter when it comes to doing a job and it definitely doesn’t matter when a EPA comes around while you’re breaking down a door. As much as Spades loves money, he also loves to not be in jail and to not be dead. Possibly one of the reasons why he is less than willing to accept an offer to be bought out of a job, though the other reason might be his debt to the people that saved his life with the augs he was given. After all, debts gotta be paid whether you are dead or in prison, though it’d be pretty hard to collect if he was dead.
Loyal • Irritable • Empathetic • Reserved
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
Accessing Database:
Locating Data File: Wehrner, Jack
Status: Deceased
Jack Wehrner was born to a middle class family and was well taken care of, especially due to his Father’s position as a member of CorpSec, an occupation Jack would later take himself. His live in Europa was rather simple, he attended school and did as he was told, he played with the other children. However, at age 5 his Father died in the second war between EuroCorp and Korporat, an event which soon caused much turmoil in his life. After the death of his Father, Jack’s Mother took to heavily drinking and abusing drugs. She sought work in unsavory parts of town and they had to abandon their apartment for a shitty slum apartment so that they could afford rent. Though, this did not mean Jack was any better off for it.
Soon after taking up residence in the slums, Jack was forced to work for pennies with his Mother at the back-alley restaurant. His education was abruptly put on halt, only attending schooling a few hours every night and even though only receiving basic education. There were many times with the young Jack and his Mother were faced with either losing their home or starving, neither options being ones either wanted to take. However, as Jack grew older, he soon found himself facing a plethora of jobs available to him.
Over the course of his teen years, Jack worked odd jobs and helped him Mother out as much as he could, though he secretly kept his mind focused on his one and only goal. Jack wanted to be a member of CorpSec, even if it was EuroCorp’s fault that his Father died. Upon turning 18, Jack entered training to become CorpSec. He went through training not too different from that of military or a cop, though less focused on the legality of what to do with their detainees. Upon turning 19, Jack was welcomed into CorpSec as a recruit.
Jack’s service was uneventful. Jack service ended abruptly due to a gas leak related explosion which resulted in his death.
Encrypted Data Detected, Decrypt?:
Decrypted:
Jack Wehrner was severely injured during combat with data jackers in one of the labs. A makeshift grenade had been thrown at him, likely with the intent to kill, however his training had allowed him to dodge away from the majority of the explosion. However, the shrapnel from the explosion shredded the left of his body and he was forced into a medically induced coma until his CorpSec Captain could make a decision.
Wehrner was subsequently discharged and left in the hospital, his wounds healed however extremely crippled and requiring life support due to damage to his lungs, heart, stomach, and other vital organs. He is to be pronounced as dead and his Mother, widow of Gerald Wehrner, is to be paid for her loss.
End Doc
Accessing Criminal Files
Subject: Spades
Affiliation:SinDicate
In the March of 2993 an individual was noted appearing in areas of District 14 where heavy gang violence was noticed, though he showed no signs of involvement in the violence at the time. It is assumed that this was the first appearance of the subject of this document, Spades, and the beginning of his involvement with the gang known as SinDicate. Spades soon resurfaced after EPA officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] responded to a call of intense gunfire on the fringes of District 14, upon arriving they found the criminal fleeing the scene with a two others.
Civilians in the area recounted how Spades and four others had approached a small gang, local to District 14, and demanded that they join SinDicate or die. The gang supposedly laughed it off calling Spades a ‘Tinman hunk of junk who’ll be better as scrap than a dog for SinDicate’. Spades repeated himself to which the leader of the rival gang responded by attempting to stab him. The events which happened afterwards were what the officers arrived to, the entire other rival gang brutally murdered and only one member of SinDicate killed.
Little was heard of Spades until he surfaced once again during the riots of ‘94, though seemingly done so under his own reason as he was not accompanied by any members of SinDicate. It is believed that he was suspect to the injuries of several officers due to molotovs and a stabbing, though none could clearly identify him for these crimes. He once again appear towards the end of ‘94, this time in an EPA raid on a club suspected of harboring illegal augs. Upon entering the building, they were met with resistance beyond what had been suspected. After almost half an hour of fighting, EPA officers were able to take hold of the club, though with minor losses and being unable to capture any living members of SinDicate.
A mole inside SinDicate soon surfaced with information about Spades, information which proved valuable to the EPA officers tasked with keeping track and attempting to arrest him. Spades had, in fact, appeared in SinDicate in late 2992, though very crippled from an incident. At the turn of 2993, he was seen walking through SinDicate’s territory with augs where his crippled limbs were, seemingly provided to him by the ever gracious leader of SinDicate, Jun Right. Word spread that Spades was to work for SinDicate, to pay off his debt for the augs, and act as a mercenary for them.
However the mole soon disappeared, likely brutally tortured and murdered by SinDicate, not long after he met with the EPA officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Afterwards, Spades activity seems to drop immensely, rarely being spotted in the streets and little being heard about his actions for SinDicate. It isn’t until late 2995 that he resurfaces on a camera feed of a corporate lab, though accompanied by three others. It is believed that his involvement in the datajack of [REDACTED] information was simply as muscle in case a serious fight broke out, though they only met resistance at the end of their jack due to the late response of the security systems.
Throughout the rest of ‘95 and into parts of ‘96, Spades was involved in a string of break ins to steal from several shipping depots and clinics. It is likely that the information gathered from [REDACTED] was used to track down several sources of augs and ingredients for designer drugs for SinDicate’s use. It is believed that his performance in his missions gained him the position he currently holds among his employers as an ‘Enforcer’. The information from Civilians in the area of SinDicate’s operations proved invaluable in keeping track of Spades movements, though not in his capture as many gave conflicting accounts of how activity. On top of this came the knowledge that he often traveled through the sewers so as to avoid public view and prevent tracking.
Information on Spades has been of little use in his capture, often times only being encountered by EPA officers during datajacks and thefts and always with several others. Plans are in the making to raid [REDACTED] location in an attempt to arrest him, though it is yet determined when such action will be taken. Hesitate is marked due to the strength of SinDicate and Spades worth to his employers.
Arrest Priority: High
Danger: High
Feed Interrupted
Locating Data File: Wehrner, Jack
Status: Deceased
Jack Wehrner was born to a middle class family and was well taken care of, especially due to his Father’s position as a member of CorpSec, an occupation Jack would later take himself. His live in Europa was rather simple, he attended school and did as he was told, he played with the other children. However, at age 5 his Father died in the second war between EuroCorp and Korporat, an event which soon caused much turmoil in his life. After the death of his Father, Jack’s Mother took to heavily drinking and abusing drugs. She sought work in unsavory parts of town and they had to abandon their apartment for a shitty slum apartment so that they could afford rent. Though, this did not mean Jack was any better off for it.
Soon after taking up residence in the slums, Jack was forced to work for pennies with his Mother at the back-alley restaurant. His education was abruptly put on halt, only attending schooling a few hours every night and even though only receiving basic education. There were many times with the young Jack and his Mother were faced with either losing their home or starving, neither options being ones either wanted to take. However, as Jack grew older, he soon found himself facing a plethora of jobs available to him.
Over the course of his teen years, Jack worked odd jobs and helped him Mother out as much as he could, though he secretly kept his mind focused on his one and only goal. Jack wanted to be a member of CorpSec, even if it was EuroCorp’s fault that his Father died. Upon turning 18, Jack entered training to become CorpSec. He went through training not too different from that of military or a cop, though less focused on the legality of what to do with their detainees. Upon turning 19, Jack was welcomed into CorpSec as a recruit.
Jack’s service was uneventful. Jack service ended abruptly due to a gas leak related explosion which resulted in his death.
Encrypted Data Detected, Decrypt?:
Decrypted:
Jack Wehrner was severely injured during combat with data jackers in one of the labs. A makeshift grenade had been thrown at him, likely with the intent to kill, however his training had allowed him to dodge away from the majority of the explosion. However, the shrapnel from the explosion shredded the left of his body and he was forced into a medically induced coma until his CorpSec Captain could make a decision.
Wehrner was subsequently discharged and left in the hospital, his wounds healed however extremely crippled and requiring life support due to damage to his lungs, heart, stomach, and other vital organs. He is to be pronounced as dead and his Mother, widow of Gerald Wehrner, is to be paid for her loss.
End Doc
Accessing Criminal Files
Subject: Spades
Affiliation:SinDicate
In the March of 2993 an individual was noted appearing in areas of District 14 where heavy gang violence was noticed, though he showed no signs of involvement in the violence at the time. It is assumed that this was the first appearance of the subject of this document, Spades, and the beginning of his involvement with the gang known as SinDicate. Spades soon resurfaced after EPA officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] responded to a call of intense gunfire on the fringes of District 14, upon arriving they found the criminal fleeing the scene with a two others.
Civilians in the area recounted how Spades and four others had approached a small gang, local to District 14, and demanded that they join SinDicate or die. The gang supposedly laughed it off calling Spades a ‘Tinman hunk of junk who’ll be better as scrap than a dog for SinDicate’. Spades repeated himself to which the leader of the rival gang responded by attempting to stab him. The events which happened afterwards were what the officers arrived to, the entire other rival gang brutally murdered and only one member of SinDicate killed.
Little was heard of Spades until he surfaced once again during the riots of ‘94, though seemingly done so under his own reason as he was not accompanied by any members of SinDicate. It is believed that he was suspect to the injuries of several officers due to molotovs and a stabbing, though none could clearly identify him for these crimes. He once again appear towards the end of ‘94, this time in an EPA raid on a club suspected of harboring illegal augs. Upon entering the building, they were met with resistance beyond what had been suspected. After almost half an hour of fighting, EPA officers were able to take hold of the club, though with minor losses and being unable to capture any living members of SinDicate.
A mole inside SinDicate soon surfaced with information about Spades, information which proved valuable to the EPA officers tasked with keeping track and attempting to arrest him. Spades had, in fact, appeared in SinDicate in late 2992, though very crippled from an incident. At the turn of 2993, he was seen walking through SinDicate’s territory with augs where his crippled limbs were, seemingly provided to him by the ever gracious leader of SinDicate, Jun Right. Word spread that Spades was to work for SinDicate, to pay off his debt for the augs, and act as a mercenary for them.
However the mole soon disappeared, likely brutally tortured and murdered by SinDicate, not long after he met with the EPA officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Afterwards, Spades activity seems to drop immensely, rarely being spotted in the streets and little being heard about his actions for SinDicate. It isn’t until late 2995 that he resurfaces on a camera feed of a corporate lab, though accompanied by three others. It is believed that his involvement in the datajack of [REDACTED] information was simply as muscle in case a serious fight broke out, though they only met resistance at the end of their jack due to the late response of the security systems.
Throughout the rest of ‘95 and into parts of ‘96, Spades was involved in a string of break ins to steal from several shipping depots and clinics. It is likely that the information gathered from [REDACTED] was used to track down several sources of augs and ingredients for designer drugs for SinDicate’s use. It is believed that his performance in his missions gained him the position he currently holds among his employers as an ‘Enforcer’. The information from Civilians in the area of SinDicate’s operations proved invaluable in keeping track of Spades movements, though not in his capture as many gave conflicting accounts of how activity. On top of this came the knowledge that he often traveled through the sewers so as to avoid public view and prevent tracking.
Information on Spades has been of little use in his capture, often times only being encountered by EPA officers during datajacks and thefts and always with several others. Plans are in the making to raid [REDACTED] location in an attempt to arrest him, though it is yet determined when such action will be taken. Hesitate is marked due to the strength of SinDicate and Spades worth to his employers.
Arrest Priority: High
Danger: High
Feed Interrupted
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
District 13
𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
»Modified SMG with Silencer
»Blackmarket Assault Rifle with Red Dot Scope
»Blackmarket Steel alloy combat knife
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:
»
Spade’s armor is a steel alloy based suit, one which mostly covers his vitals, with an interface that allows him access to various styles of camo for city environments. It is believed to have been stolen from an EPA compound and was taken off the blackmarket by Spade’s bosses, though the reality of it is probably a lot more simple. Despite its composition, its light weight and mobility focused design makes it less resistant to sustained combat, only really acting so as to stop full penetration of bullets and only able to take light rounds.
Spade’s armor is a steel alloy based suit, one which mostly covers his vitals, with an interface that allows him access to various styles of camo for city environments. It is believed to have been stolen from an EPA compound and was taken off the blackmarket by Spade’s bosses, though the reality of it is probably a lot more simple. Despite its composition, its light weight and mobility focused design makes it less resistant to sustained combat, only really acting so as to stop full penetration of bullets and only able to take light rounds.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
Much of Spade’s body was left shredded and near useless due to shrapnel from an explosion. As such, he was fortunate enough to be given a deal to get augs and work off the cost of their implementation.
» Cybernetic Heart and Lung
» Left Arm and Leg
» Audio Feed Left Eye
» Cybernetic Heart and Lung
Due to the shrapnel, Spade’s left lung was left completely useless and his heart with shrapnel stuck into a portion. His new heart and lung function much the same as the original organs. The most major difference is that he has a much greater stamina and tires less often than usual.
» Left Arm and Leg
Perhaps the most needed of his augmentations was the one to his arm and leg, both of which had been left near useless due to burn damage and shrapnel tearing up tendons and muscles. Spade’s left arm and leg are both high quality augs made from a steel base polymer, though maintaining a light design, and improve his lifting capacity and stability by quite a bit. Shock absorbers installed into his left arm allow him to fire more accurately and his left leg allows him to run for longer. Though, their quality is also the main reason he is so heavily in debt to his saviours.
» Audio Feed Left Eye
A heavily unneeded augmentation but one which was put in for… security purposes. His left eye is exactly like his other eye but can be switched on so as to record everything Spades sees, the purpose of which is to make sure he completes his jobs exactly as detailed and doesn’t keep things hidden from his bosses. Once his mission is over, they may access the datastore implanted next to it and upload it for review. Only a few people have access to the activation code for it and, as such, Spades cannot turn it off himself. It is, however, turned off whenever he is not out on a work.
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Spades only really has a few hundred credits to his name, mostly due to the debt which he has been paying off to his saviours. Almost 80% of his pay goes directly to his boss.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠
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Just a heads up, when I clicked on both interest check thread and this one all I see in the OP is a bunch of crossed out boxes. I had to copy/paste the text into a word document to be able to read it. Not sure if anyone else is experiencing this, just wanted to bring it to your attention :)
Anyhow, all that to say I'm definitely interested (if you're still accepting)! Tossing a few ideas around now xD
Anyhow, all that to say I'm definitely interested (if you're still accepting)! Tossing a few ideas around now xD
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SmileyJaws
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@G O O S E Hey Goose, yeah a few people have experienced the same problem, especially on newer versions of Android. If you're seeing the broken font on PC then the likelihood is you're using Firefox (?), the only other person who so far has expressed problems reading the unicode font on PC was also using Mozilla Firefox, if this isn't the case do let me know so I can look into it, thanks. We're definitely still accepting for the moment and all CS' presented will be given ample attention during the review process, your interest in our concept is appreciated.
@Symphoni
You're more than welcome, applications are still open if you decide to put a CS forward. Thank-you for the kind words and interest in the RP.
To everybody else who has posted their finished sheets, you can expect an answer from passport control the GMs later today.
@Symphoni
𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍: 𝙿𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢, 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛. 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.
And this is where I deeply lament not perusing the interest checks a week ago. So, instead of proclaiming my utterly doomed yet overwhelming interest in this concept, I'm just going to say hi. I'll probably also be over here crying in my pillow, for all that's worth. But, if you'll have a random skulker, I might hang out a little bit, chat with the other creative types, and simply bathe in the aesthetic, electric soup that is such wonderfully designed cyberpunk.
You're more than welcome, applications are still open if you decide to put a CS forward. Thank-you for the kind words and interest in the RP.
To everybody else who has posted their finished sheets, you can expect an answer from passport control the GMs later today.
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