^{[ "Give me the right price, chummer, and I'll do anything." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Thrud

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

20

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Freelance Solo/Mercenary

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

A relatively short girl at about 167cm high, weighting in at a whopping 120kg+ due to all her cybers. Her hair can differ in color from day to day considering how easy it was to mod her hair to be able to change color at will, but usually she will default to white or silver. Due to the ballistic plastic plates she attached to her torso, she gains a smooth curved look like a barbie doll made out of segmented flesh colored fibreglass, and will often opt to wear anything that is convenient or forgo clothing entirely, considering she's covered almost all the time by the ballistic plastic plates.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Most that knows her would say she has a devil may cry attitude, a 'jump first, shoot everyone, think never' mentality and being one of the greediest sonovubitch they ever knew. And they'd be right. She has no care in the world, living as hard and fast as she could. The world was crap but why bother crying about it? Better to live it up and enjoy what you can rather than live in peace and misery. Not that she'd ruin herself by using those addictive stuff like drugs, or even those Better Than Life chips. She wanted to live to the fullest not ruin herself by becoming addicted to those booster gang type drek. This also meant she has as much respect for the human life as one would a bug. But then again, in this age, most everyone was. They either were, or they got fragged and die. Survival of the fittest, that's what she believed in.

Brave • Reckless • Resourceful • Stubborn

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

She grew up in the dumps, found by an old man who might as well be trash, and raised in the shadows. Seeing as the old man wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he simply named her Thrud. It was from him that she learned how cruel the world was for people like them, hunger, cold and dirt being the norm. Considering how the insane old man that raised her used her regularly, it wasn't long before she boosted a cheap pistol and murdered him, starting her on a long long line of killing for her own interest.

Thrud started first as a doorstopper, guarding the doors of nondescript places, before she started getting more and more skilled, getting into more and more contracts before she finally had her first taste of being on the receiving end of an autoturret. That was when she got her first 'true' cyberware. She had experience before with implanting simple watches onto her skin, modding her hair to be able to change colors whenever she wants, but this was the first full limb replacement she ever had. It was like her limb, but better, faster, stronger and even more durable. It was no surprise that she fell in love with cyberwares ever since.

Contract after contract, and after every three or so, she would buy another piece of cyberware. Soon, Thrud had a local rep for being a reliable Solo, and had cybered up herself so much, only her head and torso remaining of her original body. Due to her hardware, she had learned enough to be a competent net runner, just for the purpose of being able to improve upon her hardware more. By now she had enough to buy a small vehicle for herself, a hardy box truck that became her home and transportation.

As for the future, that can sort itself out. All Thrud was interested in was having fun and enjoying herself fully in the moment.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 15

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»20mm Semi-Auto Rifle w/ 5+1 bullet capacity

»Ares Aerolight SMG

»Large Balistic Shield, enough to tower over her.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Ballistic plastic plates mounted on her body directly, and standard military surplus light armor, lightweight, and loosely fitting to fit all her cyberware. Made out of woven ballistic synthetics, They look more like jumpsuits than anything else.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

The first one was to replace a missing arm, the rest was simply because she wanted them

» Limb replacements

Rough, simple, and no frills metal frame cyberware with metallic panel coverings. Tough and durable because of its simplicity.

» Muscle and Bone Lacing.

Simple nanomachines lace her bones and muscles with synthethic materials to make them stronger and tougher.

» Metal Frame

Its simply metal frames embedded on her body to strengthen and support her body so it doesn't crumple if she tried to lift more weight than her still flesh and bone body parts can withstand.

» Left Palm intergrated Datajack

A jack in one of her palms to allow her to access the net, link with her vehicle and anything else that accepts a datajack.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

$500 only

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Enjoys watching cheesy movies on her truck. The future is now.

^{[ “Jesus fuckin' Christ. What'd they do to her?” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Vincent Anthony DeSilvio

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

29

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Europa Police Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Vincent is a wisp of a man. Tall, thin, gaunt and ghost-like. His Italian ancestry is muddied by his pale features; and what was once a handsome young man has been changed by long hours, too many cigarettes and not enough coffee. His chin is permanently stained with stubble, and his outfits are always tinging on the side of unkemptness. He is highly unfashionable, and his work desk shows that organization is never his strong suit. He has a crescent moon scar under his left eye, but beyond that, he has no exceptional markings to distinguish him.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Vince doesn't like to talk. He's the man who sits in the back of the room writing down his notes, letting his partner take point on many of the cases they do. Vince is the kind of guy who sits and studies all the small pieces of a crime scene, connecting them to a bigger picture. His weakness is just that he can't talk to save his damn life. He's almost robotic in tone, and for a while, many people believed he was some sort of defective android. But no, he's just another fucked up bag of flesh trying to eke an existence in this awful, cruel world. He has very few friends in the department. He doesn't go in for gifts, he doesn't go out to bars after hours with other EPA grunts, and he rarely talks about himself. This has soured most of the department's views on him; something that Vince has no problem with.
The one place where Vince is truly himself is at home with his girlfriend, Audra. Ironically (or maybe just fittingly) she is an android. Something that his family would not be too happy about. This isn’t to say that Vincent is a cold and heartless individual. Vincent has a righteous streak that colors his beliefs, which is probably why he works for the EPA. He’s cynical about the world and understands he’s a cog in an uncaring machine, but he still cares about the human lives that are being ground by these cogs.

INTROSPECTIVE • CYNICAL • RIGHTEOUS • CLOSED-OFF

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Vincent was born the youngest of 7 siblings in one of the poorest districts in Europa. He worked odd jobs helping his family along during his life, and his household was extremely anti-aug and anti-android. Fiercely religious and fearful of the transhumanist movement, he was raised in an extremely prejudiced environment. His oldest brother George was killed in action with the EDF. His middle sister Fiora still lives in his home district, taking care of their mother. He sends 10% of his paycheck to them. When he joined the EPA, his mother pined over the thought that her poor innocent child would be chopped to pieces and turned into some sort of cyborg lawman. It's due to that family upbringing that Vince has avoided any augmentations where possible. Not being outwardly prejudiced against augs, but inwardly, he made few real connections during his academy and beat days. The fact that his partner has minor augmentations is a point of contention for him, but nothing that would keep him from doing his job. In fact, his own beliefs are constantly challenged at home.
Two years ago, Vince met a young woman named Audra at a night club. They hit it off, and after some time moved in together. The problem is that Audra is an android. Something that Vince keeps under wraps and hidden from his family, out of fear that the shock of her son getting his cazzo sucked by a robot would flat out kill her.
He joined the EPA Academy when he was 19, and has been working for the Authority now for 10 years. He made detective at 26, and for the past 3 years, was partnered with Donlan Caul, a much older detective who for better or worse, showed Vincent the ropes of good police work in a dark and corrupt city. 8 months ago Donlan retired, and Vincent was assigned a new partner: this time a newbie named Augustus Coburn. Vincent took his new partner without much fanfare, and he has been cold and awkward with the other man since.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 15

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» EPA Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» Electro-Stun Baton

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»EPA Issue Bullet Proof Vest; A thin vest that at first seems too thin to actually stop anything. The vest is made of self-hardening carbon nanotubes that tighten upon high impact. Light and more reliable than old issue kevlar vests, there have been complaints on how uncomfortable the vest gets when it "hardens". The vest also does little to protect against slashes; only hardening to direct stabs: another complaint about the vest.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

N/A

» FIRST AUGMENTATION TYPE

» SECOND AUGMENTATION TYPE

» THIRD AUGMENTATION TYPE

DESCRIPTION THREE

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to pay for his apartment, not enough to live in luxury.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Vince has a girlfriend who lives with him, an android named Audra. Quiet, beautiful and petite, she is the one person that understands Vince, and the only person he is truly comfortable around.

Oh yeah; the future is now.

^{[ “You’re under arrest.” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

The Europa Policing Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Coburn has the sort of average good looks that don’t afford him much attention. Brown hair, brown eyes, and short stubble, adorning a face that doesn’t have anything particularly remarkable about it besides a slightly crooked nose, a permanent mark from when his parents’ repair store was robbed by human purist. Standing at 6 feet, he’s relatively fit, his muscles well-formed but ill-defined, covered by a layer of fat that indicates an irregular exercise pattern. A tattoo of a spider runs from his right shoulder down the length of his bicep, typically covered by his coat and so abiding by the EPA’s dress code.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

A usually quiet man, Coburn tends to sit back and let his surroundings do the talking; observant by nature, he takes every opportunity to analyse in his silence, a habit he picked up during the many boring days and nights spent observing the patrons of his parents’ store. His worldview is one that many would consider naïve – while he’s not necessarily optimistic, he believes in justice and the inherent goodness of people – that, if presented with a problem, they’d at least endeavour to do the right thing. He’ll speak openly of and defend his beliefs when he feels it’s necessary, remaining purposefully ignorant of the reality of agendas and self-preservation – and that stubbornness carries over into everything else. He’ll work on a case until it’s done, even when told to drop it. No hunch goes unfollowed. This will occasionally see him clashing with his superiors, as disobeying orders and sticking strongly to his beliefs tend not to mesh well with the bureaucracy of police work.

ANALYTICAL • NAIVE • OUTSPOKEN • STUBBORN

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn grew up hearing much of his family’s once great wealth. His name, Dad would tell him, was his only link to it, the one thing that he had left of the Coburn family’s prestige. Mum, on the other hand, would tell him that she was just a big fan of Ancient Greco-Roman history, and that his dad liked to hold onto a past better left in the mid-twenty first century – the days when great-great-grandad Tyrell Warren owned a multi-million pound cybernetics corporation whose greatest achievement was the big Bionic Materials Scandal of ’74, after which any wealth the Warren/Coburn clan held went by the way of bankruptcy. She’d explain that Dad felt bitter about being made to live in Europa’s DST-12-EAST when luxury had been within his family’s grasp just a few generations ago; running a cybernetics repair store was practically slave labour compared to running what could have been one of Terra’s leading corporations by now. And while Augustus wanted to relate to his father by mirroring his frustration, as kids do, he couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed working in the store, learning the ins and outs of different augmentations, and the colourful personalities that made up the district were an interesting (if dangerous) bunch. His childhood was a good one, made better not because his parents shielded him from hardship, but because it was always there, just another part of his life that he accepted and learned to live with.

His parents both passed away early into his adult years, his mother from heart failure, his father from… grief. Seeking purpose, Coburn drifted from job to job, never really finding anything that stuck. It was then that he found a “home” in a small apartment at the same district he grew up in, sharing rent with another drifter named Django Ellis. Eventually the drifting stopped, and Coburn found work with the Europa Policing Authority. Finding his calling, he worked hard to get to where he is, making detective after years of diligent labour on the beat. Partnered with Vincent DeSilvio, he’s been on the job for just over seven months now.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

DST-12-EAST

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» Riot baton with a switchable electrified setting for dealing with heavily augmented persons, standard issue

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» EPA issue bulletproof vest: a thin vest that at first seems too thin to actually stop anything. The vest is made of self-hardening carbon nanotubes that tighten upon high impact. Light and more reliable than old issue kevlar vests, there have been complaints on how uncomfortable the vest gets when it "hardens". The vest also does little to protect against slashes; only hardening to direct stabs: another complaint about the vest.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

While Coburn spent much of his time around augments as he grew up, he was never one to think about getting any. The cybernetics he does have were installed in order to make his job easier, and are all approved under the EPA’s by-laws.

» EUROHACK™

A hacking augment, approved by EPA by-laws and developed by its eponymous megacorporation. Embedded onto Coburn’s left forearm, it can establish a connection with almost any piece of computerised tech, containing a series of programs and executables that streamline the hacking process significantly, while also retaining the option of manual coding. Obtainable only through the EPA and the EDF, the EuroHack™ automatically sends out requests for and receives warrants upon its use – a formality more than anything. EuroCorp’s word is law.

» DETECTIVISION™

The aptly named DetectiVision™, developed and manufactured by EuroCorp, is an evidence detecting system contained in a chip embedded at the base of Coburn’s neck. It tracks, points out and files away evidence into Coburn’s personal database via video, still images and audio, and manifests itself through an optical display projected over his retinas. It can also pick up on body language, helping inform Coburn whether someone’s lying, and is connected to the EPA’s EuroNet database, able to display information such as arrest records and send out an APB on the fly. It’s controlled via a small detachable wristpad.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to pay for two apartments' worth of rent and to buy every cold, black drop of Django's deadbeat soul.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Coburn has a roommate, Django Ellis. Loud, vulgar and very poor, he came to live with Coburn years ago, and is the closest thing he has to a friend.

» Thanks to the time he spent working with his parents at their store, Coburn came to know the many models, types and brands of cybernetics intimately, able to recognise many at a glance.

» The future is now.

^{[ "I'll fucking corpse you." ]}

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.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

DST-16-WEST

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»

Cobray Street Sweeper [+]

Small, compact, 12 rounds of 12 gauge. Revolving cylinder, the street sweeper.

»

Glock 22 Gen 3 [+]

15 round mag, 40 smith and wesson. Old world deadly.

Bundeswehr Type 4 Fallschirmjäger-Messer [+]

A six inch old world gravity knife with brass knuckles on it,
comes with some cute skulls. They are skulls right?

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

Ghost Corporate Kevlar [+]

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”

^{[ "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.

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.

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.

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.”

^{[ "”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.

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

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 13

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»Modified SMG with Silencer

»Blackmarket Assault Rifle with Red Dot Scope

»Blackmarket Steel alloy combat knife

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»

Armor [+]

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

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

^{[ "Y'know that feeling you get when you bypass some no-neck's personal firewall, only to realise that they're actually some Corp bigwig and their security detail will be tracing you any nanosec? Those are the moments which make life worth living." ]}

"Susie Nim" [+]

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Susan Doe "Susie" Nim

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

Gender:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Currently Freelance, seeking employment
(ties to Blacklight, but not something she's aware of)

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Average height, average build, average everything. Susie goes to great trouble to make sure she stays that way. If it weren't for her recognisable red hair and green eyes you'd never be able to spot her in a crowd. Just the way she likes it.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Having raised herself on the streets, Susie has a hardworn charm and singleminded devotion to those she considers her friends. She also has little patience for those who stand in her way, although she's more likely to try to find ways to circumvent them rather than cause a scene which may attract the 'wrong sort' of attention her way.

Creative • Impatient • Loyal • Guarded

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

During her early life Susie lived in a middle income district. The daughter of war veterans who'd found comfortable employment with Blacklight she enjoyed a comfortable life where fun and games were always an arm's reach away. However in 2182 her life was shattered when her parents were killed during the night. Following the training her father had given her 9-year-old Susie ran for the streets, hiding herself off the grid and breaking all lines of communication with her former life.

For the first year she struggled to survive, but soon found that a favour here and an act of kindness there were the best ways to secure loyal and trustworthy friends. Drifting into low level crime, teenaged Susie acquired hacking cybernetics from street level associates of some powerful corporations and began running small jobs for the various gangs, never staying with any one long enough to draw the ire of any other.

Slowly building up a name for herself as someone who could be entrusted to get things done Susie began taking on more dangerous jobs, only to run afoul of corporate security. Caught in an ambush during a data hack heist Susie found herself in the middle of a gunfight she was sorely ill-equipped for. Using her street smarts and athletic skill managed to evade capture, but not without losing an eye in the process.

Having learnt her lesson, Susie made use of her criminal contacts to get herself some weapons for self defence, as well as the basic training required in using and maintaining her new firearms. Her contacts also put her in contact with a trusted cyberneticist to repair the damage she'd taken and Susie soon found herself with a high-grade prosthetic eye to replace the one she'd lost.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

Susie tends not to stay in one place too long, preferring to remain mobile to avoid any unwanted attention.

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Silenced ballistic pistol
» Pair of SMGs
» Stilletto blade

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»Treated and lined leather clothing - resistent to most ballistic and energy weapons, but not meant for prolonged engagements; Nondescript with no distinguishing designs or motifs, perfect for blending into crowds.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

'Necessary' upgrades for street level datajackers

» Datajack (Black market knock-off of a EuroHack™)

Capable of wirelessly hacking any publically available device along with a wire feed designed to facilitate easy access to most other data systems, including bypass of basic level 'troublesome' security measures. Suitable for hacking electronic locks of most civilian doors, accessing personal computers and interfacing with ATMs. Located in left hand along with dermal visual display on the lower left arm.

» Shock Glove

Subdermal powercell and dispersal wiring in her left palm allows Susie to give an incapacitating burst of energy to close targets. Strong enough to discourage most low level thugs and street vermin. While the powercell only stores enough energy for a single burst it can be automatically trickle fed charged by natural kinetic motion over a couple of hours or force charged by electromagnetic induction through contact with a viable power source.
As the Shock Glove works through metal plates embedded in her fingertips Susie has no fingerprints on her left hand.

» Cybernetic Eye

Susie's right eye has been replaced by a high-grade synthetic replacement, following the events of her early career. This allows for limited low-light visability and identification of electromagnetic conduits through most civilian building materials.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Susie's contacts usually work on barter rather than cash, and she has had little interest in letting people be able to track her through a bank account.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» "Sue Doe Nim" is most certainly not the name Susie was born with, but it is the one she's been living under for long enough that everyone knows her by it now and she claims to not even remember what she used to be known as.

» While technically a cyborg under the strict definition of the term due to her arm implants and replacement eye, the minimal nature of these 'upgrades' mean that Susie still considers herself fully human as no part of her mind or nervous system have been tampered with, other than to incorporate the additional hardware.

» Most of Susie's best jobs come through a contact she only knows as 'Calypso', who uses a secured online messaging service to communicate with the datajacker, along with digital dead drops for Susie to deliver goods she's been tasked with collecting.
In truth, 'Calypso' is actually <FEED INTERRUPTED AND PURGED BY BLACKLIGHT>

» The Future was Now, but Now is now the present. Now it's the Future again. Unless it isn't, which would be bad for everyone. Well, almost everyone. The Ethereals probably wouldn't care.

» Susie is a devout believer in Eva and a significant proportion of her income ends up going into the system in the hope Eva is listening to her faithful follower's pleas. She carries a datatab on a chain around her neck supposedly designed to be able to access Eva through any compatible dataport. Whether it works or not has yet to be determined, but Susie fully believes that it does.

» Even though Susie lives on the streets, squatting in whatever unoccupied structure she can find until someone makes it safer to move along, somehow in times of extreme need or distress useful items seem to fall into her lap, for instance her high-grade cybernetic eye being delivered to the back alley surgeon mere hours before Susie arrived seeking just that thing. Although this has happened enough times to draw Susie's attention, it isn't something she's come to rely on, or bothered to investigate too closely for fear of scaring off her guardian angel.

Squatter's Rights claimed.