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I'm aiming for somewhat of a villian...
“Trust only in that I can finish the job.”
Name/Nicknames: Samantha Anand Rojas
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Age: 27 Earth-years old.
Appearance: Samantha flaunts physical perfection through her feminine looks both in health and appearance thanks to the many Biomods she has installed in her body. It can be easily and correctly stated she is more technology than biological parts at this stage in her life.
As most people, Samantha started her life as a baseline human and kept her normal appearance until around her fifteen years of age, in which time she might have been called beautiful but was nothing truly remarkable. Around that time, she became an assassin and initiated her transformation into the hybrid being she is now. These upgrades, up to this point, include among other things, a practically symbiotic nature with technology due to the nanomachines in her veins, techno-organic muscular tissue; bones, cartilages and joints made from organic multi-layered nanotubes (o-MLCNs), many specialized big-data-programmer-level ports distributed throughout the surface of her skin and hidden blades in different parts in her body made from MLCNs. Apart from the ports, in her 210 cm. of height there are no markings of any kind in contrast to most of the population of Arcadia.
The Biomods and the low gravity of the formerly red planet explain her height and the fact that despite her line of work, she wears her hair ankle length. Of course, she braids it and has it inside of her suit on missions.
Personality:
(A couple of paragraphs to describe how your character behaves, and what drives them. The more detail the better, although I don’t expect an essay.)
Bio:
Despite her eastern European appearance, Samantha comes from a long line of refugees from the once over populated and currently sunken Bangladesh. India, as the most powerful nation on Earth during the time when the last vestiges of the poles melted, took care of the situation in Bangladesh by erecting gargantuan walls on the Bengal Delta, which left millions to die but, supposedly was worth it, by also saving countless more millions. This is where Samantha’s many-times-great-grandparents came from: India took many of the refugees and used them to colonize many of its projects in the Solar System, in that time, in early stages of development. While that was a welcome change for many, as it gave them opportunities, soon the situation turned for the worse and the effects was profound as there were millions of emigres to Mars and other colonies who ended up there to make sovereignty without a rupee on their pockets.
Of these refugees, many communities emerged and found in the earliest times, that cooperation was the key to staying afloat… But this wouldn’t last either as the ethnicities, languages and religions drew lines in the sands and the groups that once supported the populations became mafias and gangs. It was a strange and perverse symbiosis by that point in time as the new groups needed the support from the population to recruit members and have their business prosper while the population needed the groups to protect itself from other groups that they also, both directly and indirectly, helped nurture and create. Of all these groups, few, if any, ever ascended to a higher social class and the resentment that this caused is a great part of what fuelled the machinery as a whole.
While some peoples coalesced, other drifted and joined with other human groups. This was the case with the father of Samantha, who had a child with a Latin-American woman after they moved to a quieter city than India’s settler colonies. In this case, the chosen place was Puerto Nueva Esperanza, a satellite city of the multinational colony of Arcadia. They would move to the central city when their daughter was but a few years old, something Samantha would curse and damn up to this day. It caused her to lose her father soon to one of the many pandemics that extended through the lower levels every few years. She never could remember his face. Her mother would follow when she was around fourteen, collateral damage in a firefight between two minor mafias.
By that point in time, Samantha was the main means of income for the family thanks to her innate piloting skills. She participated in many tournaments, races and stunt shows, nevertheless, due to the corruption, she never won anything as she didn’t have connections but still managed to make her and her mother live comfortably. She was always the stereotype of good girl and the hope among the lower classes, thus she sold tickets and participated in more events, but was always just a point behind the winner, a single mistake from a trophy or a medal. Then her mother died, and everything spiralled down.
She was exploited in almost every way conceivable by the people she was indebted to until she managed to escape a year later. Desperate, she unknowingly took a job as a driver for a very high-profile assassination mission and was suddenly involved in a disaster as the professional she was transporting was killed by a competitor. One of many… She was into the game without her consent and through sheer innate ability managed to come out on top, killing many high-profile professional assassins and the target without being found. On the other hand, this was at a terrible price as the last woman she had to fight with for the target managed to leave her in such a pitiful state she welcomed the darkness when she closed her only remaining eye.
When she woke up, the original contractor welcomed her with open arms, showering her on praise. She found she had been reconstructed as a gift and, of course, as a way of getting her indebted to the woman that ordered the assassination in the first place. She might not have known what she was getting into, but the fact was she found where her abilities laid even better than in piloting.
The rumours spread like wildfire and soon she had many contracts available to her and the enough inner fire to annihilate the whole city to the ground. The city that took her mother and her childhood away. She let her rage loose on her targets, never asking why, no need to hear the truth or the lies. Samantha was said during that time to be able to make Lamya Sparrow rise her eyebrows if they didn’t tell her it was to look like it was an accident. In her depraved adolescence she tried more than a little bit of everything, unknowingly looking to soothe her pain and the terrified inner child that was afraid to remember any yesterday or think that tomorrow likely might be worse. She tried to erase herself of herself, changing her skin and eyes, changing everything she could of her body. She became addicted to the Trance by instable periods of recovery and relapse.
By the time she was twenty, Samantha woke up one day and decided that it was enough. She had seen and done the worse mankind had to offer. She was living in a penthouse surrounded by gardens, overlooking the Martian horizon that seemed to end so soon compared to Earth’s and finally accepted what she was and what she had done. Little by little she got rid of the habits that had made her an urban legend. It took years of pain of almost every kind, but finally the only reprehensible thing she did was cleanly kill people for money. No more fireworks, no more blood, no more glamour. She was a monster, but at least a monster that accepted herself and to reach to the point she was now, everyone had their hands with so much blood and tears that she was simply another brick in the wall. At least, no matter how horrible it was, Samantha could say she was somewhat better than them.
Other:
I'm aiming for somewhat of a villian...
Samantha Anand Rojas
“Trust only in that I can finish the job.”
Name/Nicknames: Samantha Anand Rojas
- “Sam” - Only her last four of her five lovers (all deceased)
- “Anand” – Only her first lover (deceased)
- “Sammy” – Only her mother (deceased)
- “The Wicked Bitch of the Waste(land)” – Other assassins
- “The finest assassin money can buy” – Her presentation card
Gender: Hermaphrodite
- ZZ-Chromosome human
- Born female
- Fully functional down to biomolecular level
Age: 27 Earth-years old.
Appearance: Samantha flaunts physical perfection through her feminine looks both in health and appearance thanks to the many Biomods she has installed in her body. It can be easily and correctly stated she is more technology than biological parts at this stage in her life.
As most people, Samantha started her life as a baseline human and kept her normal appearance until around her fifteen years of age, in which time she might have been called beautiful but was nothing truly remarkable. Around that time, she became an assassin and initiated her transformation into the hybrid being she is now. These upgrades, up to this point, include among other things, a practically symbiotic nature with technology due to the nanomachines in her veins, techno-organic muscular tissue; bones, cartilages and joints made from organic multi-layered nanotubes (o-MLCNs), many specialized big-data-programmer-level ports distributed throughout the surface of her skin and hidden blades in different parts in her body made from MLCNs. Apart from the ports, in her 210 cm. of height there are no markings of any kind in contrast to most of the population of Arcadia.
The Biomods and the low gravity of the formerly red planet explain her height and the fact that despite her line of work, she wears her hair ankle length. Of course, she braids it and has it inside of her suit on missions.
Personality:
(A couple of paragraphs to describe how your character behaves, and what drives them. The more detail the better, although I don’t expect an essay.)
Bio:
Despite her eastern European appearance, Samantha comes from a long line of refugees from the once over populated and currently sunken Bangladesh. India, as the most powerful nation on Earth during the time when the last vestiges of the poles melted, took care of the situation in Bangladesh by erecting gargantuan walls on the Bengal Delta, which left millions to die but, supposedly was worth it, by also saving countless more millions. This is where Samantha’s many-times-great-grandparents came from: India took many of the refugees and used them to colonize many of its projects in the Solar System, in that time, in early stages of development. While that was a welcome change for many, as it gave them opportunities, soon the situation turned for the worse and the effects was profound as there were millions of emigres to Mars and other colonies who ended up there to make sovereignty without a rupee on their pockets.
Of these refugees, many communities emerged and found in the earliest times, that cooperation was the key to staying afloat… But this wouldn’t last either as the ethnicities, languages and religions drew lines in the sands and the groups that once supported the populations became mafias and gangs. It was a strange and perverse symbiosis by that point in time as the new groups needed the support from the population to recruit members and have their business prosper while the population needed the groups to protect itself from other groups that they also, both directly and indirectly, helped nurture and create. Of all these groups, few, if any, ever ascended to a higher social class and the resentment that this caused is a great part of what fuelled the machinery as a whole.
While some peoples coalesced, other drifted and joined with other human groups. This was the case with the father of Samantha, who had a child with a Latin-American woman after they moved to a quieter city than India’s settler colonies. In this case, the chosen place was Puerto Nueva Esperanza, a satellite city of the multinational colony of Arcadia. They would move to the central city when their daughter was but a few years old, something Samantha would curse and damn up to this day. It caused her to lose her father soon to one of the many pandemics that extended through the lower levels every few years. She never could remember his face. Her mother would follow when she was around fourteen, collateral damage in a firefight between two minor mafias.
By that point in time, Samantha was the main means of income for the family thanks to her innate piloting skills. She participated in many tournaments, races and stunt shows, nevertheless, due to the corruption, she never won anything as she didn’t have connections but still managed to make her and her mother live comfortably. She was always the stereotype of good girl and the hope among the lower classes, thus she sold tickets and participated in more events, but was always just a point behind the winner, a single mistake from a trophy or a medal. Then her mother died, and everything spiralled down.
She was exploited in almost every way conceivable by the people she was indebted to until she managed to escape a year later. Desperate, she unknowingly took a job as a driver for a very high-profile assassination mission and was suddenly involved in a disaster as the professional she was transporting was killed by a competitor. One of many… She was into the game without her consent and through sheer innate ability managed to come out on top, killing many high-profile professional assassins and the target without being found. On the other hand, this was at a terrible price as the last woman she had to fight with for the target managed to leave her in such a pitiful state she welcomed the darkness when she closed her only remaining eye.
When she woke up, the original contractor welcomed her with open arms, showering her on praise. She found she had been reconstructed as a gift and, of course, as a way of getting her indebted to the woman that ordered the assassination in the first place. She might not have known what she was getting into, but the fact was she found where her abilities laid even better than in piloting.
The rumours spread like wildfire and soon she had many contracts available to her and the enough inner fire to annihilate the whole city to the ground. The city that took her mother and her childhood away. She let her rage loose on her targets, never asking why, no need to hear the truth or the lies. Samantha was said during that time to be able to make Lamya Sparrow rise her eyebrows if they didn’t tell her it was to look like it was an accident. In her depraved adolescence she tried more than a little bit of everything, unknowingly looking to soothe her pain and the terrified inner child that was afraid to remember any yesterday or think that tomorrow likely might be worse. She tried to erase herself of herself, changing her skin and eyes, changing everything she could of her body. She became addicted to the Trance by instable periods of recovery and relapse.
By the time she was twenty, Samantha woke up one day and decided that it was enough. She had seen and done the worse mankind had to offer. She was living in a penthouse surrounded by gardens, overlooking the Martian horizon that seemed to end so soon compared to Earth’s and finally accepted what she was and what she had done. Little by little she got rid of the habits that had made her an urban legend. It took years of pain of almost every kind, but finally the only reprehensible thing she did was cleanly kill people for money. No more fireworks, no more blood, no more glamour. She was a monster, but at least a monster that accepted herself and to reach to the point she was now, everyone had their hands with so much blood and tears that she was simply another brick in the wall. At least, no matter how horrible it was, Samantha could say she was somewhat better than them.
Other:
- She loathes smoking, people smoking and the smoke itself, whatever drug it might be. Her contractors know this and never smoke close to her due to, in most cases having lost contracts and, in almost all, arms to an angry Samantha.
- Her Biomods grant her abilities that are beyond what any Olympic athlete of our time could do at their best, but that is the norm in her line of work. She just has more money than most to purchase the best upgrades.
- She, at least philosophically, doesn’t think that the state has right over the life itself of the people. Empirically she doesn’t care all that much, she knows she can’t change the world.
- Samantha doesn’t consider a violation a “special” or “different” kind of offense nor a point of no return. She knows there are many, many worse things that can happen and be done to a person.
- If there is anything that can make Samantha feel vulnerable, is music.
- Her first surname means “joyful” or “blissful” in Hindi. Only her mother and her first lover may call her that. They are both dead. Don’t tempt her to make you join them.
- Her second surname means “red” in Spanish.
- Together her two surnames remind her of the terrible things she did and not of the opportunities that the (formerly) Red Planet offered her as they did in her childhood.
- She knows how to speak Spanish.
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Name/Nicknames: Miranda Wright
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Short, Svelt, Black, Her eyes are cybernetic and very obviously so, from the black sclerae and flickering green-gray holo-Iris.
(Short, physical description of your character/picture/both. No manga, please.)
Personality: Miranda is best described as brashly gregarious, the sort of person who tries to act like everybody's friend, even when addressing people who one she really ought to not. This is a calculated effort on this part, to her trust is priceless, and that's very important to somebody who's trying to sell everybody everything.
Bio: Miranda was born in the ill fated city of Xanadu, a burgeoning boom town that went bust sometime before she came of age. Exactly what drove Xanadu into insolvency is hard to say in particular. Some parties believe it was demand for the particular minerals it exported ran dry. Others, suggest it was a lack of supply. Still others blame it on the Mechanization completely tearing out the workforce. All however agree that it could have continued puttering along, had corners not been cut, and safety protocols not relaxed, and if the entire damned mine hadn't collapsed, bringing the city above down with it.
Orphaned by this catastrophe, young Miranda was taken from her home and put into the Arcadian Foster Care system. Which promptly abandoned her, leaving her to survive on the street. To her credit, she learned a lot. How to get in places, to get out, but more than anything, she learned how to talk to people. How to sell to them. If it was on the street, Miranda had it, could get it, or could point you out to who had it. Or even, introduce you. For a price, or a just a favor. All things have a worth, all people have a price. Living by these words, Miranda profited. Or at least stayed out of the red.
That isn't to say there haven't been bad days. Like the time she ran into a group of Awakened, and tried to talk her way out of receiving their ministrations. They tore her eyes out, made her beg them to replace them, before she escaped. This left her blind, hunted, helpless and alone. To this day she isn't entirely certain how she managed to keep out of sight of the Awakened, to her best guess, she managed to luck into a group of concerned citizens (possibly Militia or Neanderthals) who set upon the Awakened. Or they started fighting among themselves. It's hard to keep these sort of details straight when you're newly blind. She came to in an alleyway, only a block or so away, a strange man standing over her, an older fellow covered in Cyberware she'd only heard stories about. It took her a moment for her to register that she could see him, that she had her eyes again. It took her even longer to accept that he did it for nothing. Since then, she's put her skills at his disposal, setting up meets with the scum of the Underworld to offer his services. Miranda herself insists she does this in service of profit. Some days, she can fool herself into actually believing it. Now, the only person she's ever thought of as her boss has set his sight on some new thing, a Disc. Almost all of what's involved is well over her head. All she understands is it's priceless, and the man who gave her back her sight is looking for it. So, so is she. And she'll find it
Other: In addition to her gift of gab, Miranda is skilled at sneaking into places and running like hell from them. She's pretty handy with a firearm, though Wild Bill she is not. With her, flight generally comes before fight. Her eyes, are functional even underwater, but not in darkness, Casio was working with some MacGyver level resources at the time. She has contacts and connections all over Arcadia, mostly on the Lowborn side.
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Short, Svelt, Black, Her eyes are cybernetic and very obviously so, from the black sclerae and flickering green-gray holo-Iris.
(Short, physical description of your character/picture/both. No manga, please.)
Personality: Miranda is best described as brashly gregarious, the sort of person who tries to act like everybody's friend, even when addressing people who one she really ought to not. This is a calculated effort on this part, to her trust is priceless, and that's very important to somebody who's trying to sell everybody everything.
Bio: Miranda was born in the ill fated city of Xanadu, a burgeoning boom town that went bust sometime before she came of age. Exactly what drove Xanadu into insolvency is hard to say in particular. Some parties believe it was demand for the particular minerals it exported ran dry. Others, suggest it was a lack of supply. Still others blame it on the Mechanization completely tearing out the workforce. All however agree that it could have continued puttering along, had corners not been cut, and safety protocols not relaxed, and if the entire damned mine hadn't collapsed, bringing the city above down with it.
Orphaned by this catastrophe, young Miranda was taken from her home and put into the Arcadian Foster Care system. Which promptly abandoned her, leaving her to survive on the street. To her credit, she learned a lot. How to get in places, to get out, but more than anything, she learned how to talk to people. How to sell to them. If it was on the street, Miranda had it, could get it, or could point you out to who had it. Or even, introduce you. For a price, or a just a favor. All things have a worth, all people have a price. Living by these words, Miranda profited. Or at least stayed out of the red.
That isn't to say there haven't been bad days. Like the time she ran into a group of Awakened, and tried to talk her way out of receiving their ministrations. They tore her eyes out, made her beg them to replace them, before she escaped. This left her blind, hunted, helpless and alone. To this day she isn't entirely certain how she managed to keep out of sight of the Awakened, to her best guess, she managed to luck into a group of concerned citizens (possibly Militia or Neanderthals) who set upon the Awakened. Or they started fighting among themselves. It's hard to keep these sort of details straight when you're newly blind. She came to in an alleyway, only a block or so away, a strange man standing over her, an older fellow covered in Cyberware she'd only heard stories about. It took her a moment for her to register that she could see him, that she had her eyes again. It took her even longer to accept that he did it for nothing. Since then, she's put her skills at his disposal, setting up meets with the scum of the Underworld to offer his services. Miranda herself insists she does this in service of profit. Some days, she can fool herself into actually believing it. Now, the only person she's ever thought of as her boss has set his sight on some new thing, a Disc. Almost all of what's involved is well over her head. All she understands is it's priceless, and the man who gave her back her sight is looking for it. So, so is she. And she'll find it
Other: In addition to her gift of gab, Miranda is skilled at sneaking into places and running like hell from them. She's pretty handy with a firearm, though Wild Bill she is not. With her, flight generally comes before fight. Her eyes, are functional even underwater, but not in darkness, Casio was working with some MacGyver level resources at the time. She has contacts and connections all over Arcadia, mostly on the Lowborn side.
WIP, gotta get permission from @ElRey814 for some..stuff.
Update: Not done yet
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Cyberpunk is the next best thing to steampunk for me. I'll see if I can develop a character.
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@Kingfisher I was finishing up work on my sheet and so I checked up on the page for any new info and I noticed a co-GM has appeared. Except I can't find this person saying anything in int check, or main thread, or on the guild at all for over 3 weeks ... Just thought that was a bit of an odd pick.
Ezekiel and I know each other IRl, so we did some spit-balling of ideas for this game before I put the interest check up, and he's coming back onto the guild to help run it :)
@MagratheanWhale @FoxFire @Legion of TV Heads
WIPs all look great so far, guys! Lemmie know when they're finished.
Cyberpunk is the next best thing to steampunk for me. I'll see if I can develop a character.
Looking forwards to seeing what you come up with!
Fading Memory The Final Flame of a Fiery Bird
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Tentatively interested if there is still room for me. Will likely lurk for a while to cogitate ideas before becoming particularly vocal should there still be some room for applications. Heck, will probably lurk and read along even if not.
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Tentatively interested if there is still room for me. Will likely lurk for a while to cogitate ideas before becoming particularly vocal should there still be some room for applications. Heck, will probably lurk and read along even if not.
Still got room, if you're interested in coming aboard. Either way, hope you enjoy!
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@Kingfisher I see ...
Thank you for your time.
Thank you for your time.
Fading Memory The Final Flame of a Fiery Bird
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I haven't read the currently processing character sheets yet but after a few hours of mullung thoughts the muse has struck me; I seem enamored with the Militia, and any character I make will likely fall under their umbrella as a faction.
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Okay, my sort of villian is ready.
Name/Nicknames: Samantha Anand Rojas
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Age: 27 Earth-years old.
Appearance: Samantha flaunts physical perfection through her feminine looks both in health and appearance thanks to the many Biomods she has installed in her body. It can be easily and correctly stated she is more technology than biological parts at this stage in her life.
As most people, Samantha started her life as a baseline human and kept her normal appearance until around her fifteen years of age, in which time she might have been called beautiful but was nothing truly remarkable. Around that time, she became an assassin and initiated her transformation into the hybrid being she is now. These upgrades, up to this point, include among other things, a practically symbiotic nature with technology due to the nanomachines in her veins, techno-organic muscular tissue; bones, cartilages and joints made from organic multi-layered nanotubes (o-MLCNs), many specialized big-data-programmer-level ports distributed throughout the surface of her skin and hidden blades in different parts in her body made from MLCNs. Apart from the ports, in her 210 cm. of height there are no markings of any kind in contrast to most of the population of Arcadia.
The Biomods and the low gravity of the formerly red planet explain her height and the fact that despite her line of work, she wears her hair ankle length. Of course, she braids it and has it inside of her suit on missions.
Personality:
Samantha is extremely mistrustful, even though she is sincerer than many others in her line of work. This is mostly thanks to the murder of all her lovers; she has learned that she can only trust herself as most other people aren’t out there only for themselves, but against you just for existing.
The sincerity part comes from the simple but remarkable fact that the assassin has the power to give herself the luxury to state she is in risk of betraying you directly to your face, but of course, only after the job is done. After all, that’s always how the business has worked and continues to work, only Samantha takes care to be polite and remind you.
She believes in freedom in theory and in practice mostly lacks a solid moral compass beyond pragmatism and what she desires at the moment. Samantha might have left the majority of her worst depravities behind, but one is never fully separated from one’s past. She doesn’t want to do those excessive things just for excessiveness’ sake anymore but has no qualms about utterly destroying a completely innocent person.
The assassin was formerly often prone to extreme bursts of unjustified sadism, now they are mostly gone. There are few things that can push her in either direction.
Samantha is thoughtful and philosophical. While she has no major far future dreams that hasn’t impeded her thinking about everything she can comprehend. She is both an extremely concrete person in her day to day life, but the moments she dedicates to contemplation are so many and so vital to her that the reverse is also true without contradiction.
Samanatha doesn't believe in any form of superior power nor in any form of reward or retribution in life.
Thanks to her many hours of meditation, she is quite a measured person too in what she says, always trying to reconcile stating what’s necessary with what she thinks. To do so, she practically never swears. An oddity in Arcadia. She, on the other hand, considers it childish. Words are just vibrations in the air, how can you really be offended by a group of culturally inappropriate terms?
Samantha doesn’t believe nor wish for sex or any kind of intimacy without a profound emotional connection. As she is completely alone in the romantic facet, she has no intimacy, no real trust in anyone nor anyone to confide her thoughts into.
Bio:
Despite her eastern European appearance, Samantha comes from a long line of refugees from the once over populated and currently sunken Bangladesh. India, as the most powerful nation on Earth during the time when the last vestiges of the poles melted, took care of the situation in Bangladesh by erecting gargantuan walls on the Bengal Delta, which left millions to die but, supposedly was worth it, by also saving countless more millions. This is where Samantha’s great-grandparents came from: India took many of the refugees and used them to colonize many of its projects in the Solar System, in that time, in early stages of development. While that was a welcome change for many, as it gave them opportunities, soon the situation turned for the worse and the effects was profound as there were millions of emigres to Mars and other colonies who ended up there to make sovereignty without a rupee on their pockets.
Of these refugees, many communities emerged and found in the earliest times, that cooperation was the key to staying afloat… But this wouldn’t last either as the ethnicities, languages and religions drew lines in the sands and the groups that once supported the populations became mafias and gangs. It was a strange and perverse symbiosis by that point in time as the new groups needed the support from the population to recruit members and have their business prosper while the population needed the groups to protect itself from other groups that they also, both directly and indirectly, helped nurture and create. Of all these groups, few, if any, ever ascended to a higher social class and the resentment that this caused is a great part of what fuelled the machinery as a whole.
While some peoples coalesced, other drifted and joined with other human groups. This was the case with the father of Samantha, who had a child with a Latin-American woman after they moved to a quieter city than India’s settler colonies. In this case, the chosen place was Puerto Nueva Esperanza, a satellite city of the multinational colony of Arcadia. They would move to the central city when their daughter was but a few years old, something Samantha would curse and damn up to this day. It caused her to lose her father soon to one of the many pandemics that extended through the lower levels every few years. She could perfectly remember everything about him, but could never make it mean anything to her. Her mother would follow when she was around fourteen, collateral damage in a firefight between two minor mafias.
By that point in time, Samantha was the main means of income for the family thanks to her innate piloting skills. She participated in many tournaments, races and stunt shows, nevertheless, due to the corruption, she never won anything as she didn’t have connections but still managed to make her and her mother live comfortably. She was always the stereotype of good girl and the hope among the lower classes, thus she sold tickets and participated in more events, but was always just a point behind the winner, a single mistake from a trophy or a medal. Then her mother died, and everything spiralled down.
She was exploited in almost every way conceivable by the people she was indebted to until she managed to escape a year later. Desperate, she unknowingly took a job as a driver for a very high-profile assassination mission and was suddenly involved in a disaster as the professional she was transporting was killed by a competitor. One of many… She was into the game without her consent and through sheer innate ability managed to come out on top, killing many high-profile professional assassins and the target without being found. On the other hand, this was at a terrible price as the last woman she had to fight with for the target managed to leave her in such a pitiful state she welcomed the darkness when she closed her only remaining eye.
When she woke up, the original contractor welcomed her with open arms, showering her on praise. She found she had been reconstructed as a gift and, of course, as a way of getting her indebted to the woman that ordered the assassination in the first place. She might not have known what she was getting into, but the fact was she found where her abilities laid even better than in piloting.
The rumours spread like wildfire and soon she had many contracts available to her and the enough inner fire to annihilate the whole city to the ground. The city that took her mother and her childhood away. She let her rage loose on her targets, never asking why, no need to hear the truth or the lies. Samantha was said during that time to be able to make Lamya Sparrow rise her eyebrows if they didn’t tell her it was to look like it was an accident. In her depraved adolescence she tried more than a little bit of everything, unknowingly looking to soothe her pain and the terrified inner child that was afraid to remember any yesterday or think that tomorrow likely might be worse. She tried to erase herself of herself, changing her skin and eyes, changing everything she could of her body. She became addicted to the Trance by instable periods of recovery and relapse.
Samantha erased the minor gangs which killed her mother down to the last member, including initiates who had nothing to do with it. But her revenge continued. She slowly tortured to death dozens of times over* the people who had abused her if they were lucky, for those who weren’t, they suffered even more gruesome fates. These facts became widely known among the elite assassin community, so much so that after one point they stopped sending people to get rid of her. Following that, any person who thought had any power over her trembled as she crowned her achievements by murdering the magnate that had had her under her thumb for having reconstructed her in the first place: a person nobody thought was even close to being able to be killed.
By the time she was twenty, Samantha woke up one day and decided that it was enough. She had seen and done the worse mankind had to offer. She was living in a penthouse surrounded by gardens, overlooking the Martian horizon that seemed to end so soon compared to Earth’s and finally accepted what she was and what she had done. Little by little she got rid of the habits that had made her an urban legend. It took years of pain of almost every kind, but finally the only reprehensible thing she did was cleanly kill people for money. No more fireworks, no more blood, no more glamour. She was a monster, but at least a monster that accepted herself and to reach to the point she was now, everyone had their hands with so much blood and tears that she was simply another brick in the wall. At least, no matter how horrible it was, Samantha could say she was somewhat better than them.
*Yes, I meant killing several times, as Samantha simply transferred their consciousness over to new bodies to begin her perversities anew.
Other:
Name/Nicknames: Samantha Anand Rojas
- “Sam” - Only her last four of her five lovers (all deceased)
- “Anand” – Only her first lover (deceased)
- “Sammy” – Only her mother (deceased)
- “The Wicked Bitch of the Waste(land)” – Other assassins
- “The finest assassin money can buy” – Her presentation card
Gender: Hermaphrodite
- ZZ-Chromosome human
- Born female
- Fully functional down to biomolecular level
Age: 27 Earth-years old.
Appearance: Samantha flaunts physical perfection through her feminine looks both in health and appearance thanks to the many Biomods she has installed in her body. It can be easily and correctly stated she is more technology than biological parts at this stage in her life.
As most people, Samantha started her life as a baseline human and kept her normal appearance until around her fifteen years of age, in which time she might have been called beautiful but was nothing truly remarkable. Around that time, she became an assassin and initiated her transformation into the hybrid being she is now. These upgrades, up to this point, include among other things, a practically symbiotic nature with technology due to the nanomachines in her veins, techno-organic muscular tissue; bones, cartilages and joints made from organic multi-layered nanotubes (o-MLCNs), many specialized big-data-programmer-level ports distributed throughout the surface of her skin and hidden blades in different parts in her body made from MLCNs. Apart from the ports, in her 210 cm. of height there are no markings of any kind in contrast to most of the population of Arcadia.
The Biomods and the low gravity of the formerly red planet explain her height and the fact that despite her line of work, she wears her hair ankle length. Of course, she braids it and has it inside of her suit on missions.
Personality:
“Trust only in that I can finish the job.”
Samantha is extremely mistrustful, even though she is sincerer than many others in her line of work. This is mostly thanks to the murder of all her lovers; she has learned that she can only trust herself as most other people aren’t out there only for themselves, but against you just for existing.
“I do not stab people in the back, I do so in the front and with ample warning.”
The sincerity part comes from the simple but remarkable fact that the assassin has the power to give herself the luxury to state she is in risk of betraying you directly to your face, but of course, only after the job is done. After all, that’s always how the business has worked and continues to work, only Samantha takes care to be polite and remind you.
“Think and believe whatever you want. At least, up to this point, in our minds we are mostly free.”
She believes in freedom in theory and in practice mostly lacks a solid moral compass beyond pragmatism and what she desires at the moment. Samantha might have left the majority of her worst depravities behind, but one is never fully separated from one’s past. She doesn’t want to do those excessive things just for excessiveness’ sake anymore but has no qualms about utterly destroying a completely innocent person.
The assassin was formerly often prone to extreme bursts of unjustified sadism, now they are mostly gone. There are few things that can push her in either direction.
“It would be philosophically better if any superior power didn’t exist. Have you heard of Epicurus’ Problem of Evil?”
Samantha is thoughtful and philosophical. While she has no major far future dreams that hasn’t impeded her thinking about everything she can comprehend. She is both an extremely concrete person in her day to day life, but the moments she dedicates to contemplation are so many and so vital to her that the reverse is also true without contradiction.
Samanatha doesn't believe in any form of superior power nor in any form of reward or retribution in life.
Thanks to her many hours of meditation, she is quite a measured person too in what she says, always trying to reconcile stating what’s necessary with what she thinks. To do so, she practically never swears. An oddity in Arcadia. She, on the other hand, considers it childish. Words are just vibrations in the air, how can you really be offended by a group of culturally inappropriate terms?
“I’ve lived ten lives of Sparrow in depravity. Yes, The Sparrow. I’ve tried everything. Sex means nothing to me anymore.
Samantha doesn’t believe nor wish for sex or any kind of intimacy without a profound emotional connection. As she is completely alone in the romantic facet, she has no intimacy, no real trust in anyone nor anyone to confide her thoughts into.
Bio:
Despite her eastern European appearance, Samantha comes from a long line of refugees from the once over populated and currently sunken Bangladesh. India, as the most powerful nation on Earth during the time when the last vestiges of the poles melted, took care of the situation in Bangladesh by erecting gargantuan walls on the Bengal Delta, which left millions to die but, supposedly was worth it, by also saving countless more millions. This is where Samantha’s great-grandparents came from: India took many of the refugees and used them to colonize many of its projects in the Solar System, in that time, in early stages of development. While that was a welcome change for many, as it gave them opportunities, soon the situation turned for the worse and the effects was profound as there were millions of emigres to Mars and other colonies who ended up there to make sovereignty without a rupee on their pockets.
Of these refugees, many communities emerged and found in the earliest times, that cooperation was the key to staying afloat… But this wouldn’t last either as the ethnicities, languages and religions drew lines in the sands and the groups that once supported the populations became mafias and gangs. It was a strange and perverse symbiosis by that point in time as the new groups needed the support from the population to recruit members and have their business prosper while the population needed the groups to protect itself from other groups that they also, both directly and indirectly, helped nurture and create. Of all these groups, few, if any, ever ascended to a higher social class and the resentment that this caused is a great part of what fuelled the machinery as a whole.
While some peoples coalesced, other drifted and joined with other human groups. This was the case with the father of Samantha, who had a child with a Latin-American woman after they moved to a quieter city than India’s settler colonies. In this case, the chosen place was Puerto Nueva Esperanza, a satellite city of the multinational colony of Arcadia. They would move to the central city when their daughter was but a few years old, something Samantha would curse and damn up to this day. It caused her to lose her father soon to one of the many pandemics that extended through the lower levels every few years. She could perfectly remember everything about him, but could never make it mean anything to her. Her mother would follow when she was around fourteen, collateral damage in a firefight between two minor mafias.
By that point in time, Samantha was the main means of income for the family thanks to her innate piloting skills. She participated in many tournaments, races and stunt shows, nevertheless, due to the corruption, she never won anything as she didn’t have connections but still managed to make her and her mother live comfortably. She was always the stereotype of good girl and the hope among the lower classes, thus she sold tickets and participated in more events, but was always just a point behind the winner, a single mistake from a trophy or a medal. Then her mother died, and everything spiralled down.
She was exploited in almost every way conceivable by the people she was indebted to until she managed to escape a year later. Desperate, she unknowingly took a job as a driver for a very high-profile assassination mission and was suddenly involved in a disaster as the professional she was transporting was killed by a competitor. One of many… She was into the game without her consent and through sheer innate ability managed to come out on top, killing many high-profile professional assassins and the target without being found. On the other hand, this was at a terrible price as the last woman she had to fight with for the target managed to leave her in such a pitiful state she welcomed the darkness when she closed her only remaining eye.
When she woke up, the original contractor welcomed her with open arms, showering her on praise. She found she had been reconstructed as a gift and, of course, as a way of getting her indebted to the woman that ordered the assassination in the first place. She might not have known what she was getting into, but the fact was she found where her abilities laid even better than in piloting.
The rumours spread like wildfire and soon she had many contracts available to her and the enough inner fire to annihilate the whole city to the ground. The city that took her mother and her childhood away. She let her rage loose on her targets, never asking why, no need to hear the truth or the lies. Samantha was said during that time to be able to make Lamya Sparrow rise her eyebrows if they didn’t tell her it was to look like it was an accident. In her depraved adolescence she tried more than a little bit of everything, unknowingly looking to soothe her pain and the terrified inner child that was afraid to remember any yesterday or think that tomorrow likely might be worse. She tried to erase herself of herself, changing her skin and eyes, changing everything she could of her body. She became addicted to the Trance by instable periods of recovery and relapse.
Samantha erased the minor gangs which killed her mother down to the last member, including initiates who had nothing to do with it. But her revenge continued. She slowly tortured to death dozens of times over* the people who had abused her if they were lucky, for those who weren’t, they suffered even more gruesome fates. These facts became widely known among the elite assassin community, so much so that after one point they stopped sending people to get rid of her. Following that, any person who thought had any power over her trembled as she crowned her achievements by murdering the magnate that had had her under her thumb for having reconstructed her in the first place: a person nobody thought was even close to being able to be killed.
By the time she was twenty, Samantha woke up one day and decided that it was enough. She had seen and done the worse mankind had to offer. She was living in a penthouse surrounded by gardens, overlooking the Martian horizon that seemed to end so soon compared to Earth’s and finally accepted what she was and what she had done. Little by little she got rid of the habits that had made her an urban legend. It took years of pain of almost every kind, but finally the only reprehensible thing she did was cleanly kill people for money. No more fireworks, no more blood, no more glamour. She was a monster, but at least a monster that accepted herself and to reach to the point she was now, everyone had their hands with so much blood and tears that she was simply another brick in the wall. At least, no matter how horrible it was, Samantha could say she was somewhat better than them.
*Yes, I meant killing several times, as Samantha simply transferred their consciousness over to new bodies to begin her perversities anew.
Other:
- She loathes smoking, people smoking and the smoke itself, whatever drug it might be. Her contractors know this and never smoke close to her due to, in most cases having lost contracts and, in almost all, arms to an angry Samantha.
- The same is true for alcohol but in a much milder manner. Anything that clouds her perception of reality is immediately discarded as useless and an parasitic entity for the human race in her worldview.
- Her Biomods grant her abilities that are beyond what any Olympic athlete of our time could do at their best, but that is the norm in her line of work. She just has more money than most to purchase the best upgrades.
- She, at least philosophically, doesn’t think that the state has right over the life itself of the people. Empirically she doesn’t care all that much, she knows she can’t change the world.
- Samantha doesn’t consider a violation a “special” or “different” kind of offense nor a point of no return. She knows there are many, many worse things that can happen and be done to a person.
- In the past, sometimes Samantha had televised her torture sessions, but not for snuff enthusiasts. No. Instead she managed to get some of the largest screens throughout Arcadia hacked. You can imagine the rest.
- If there is anything that can make Samantha feel vulnerable, is music.
- Samantha has no mementos of her childhood of any kind, only her Biomodded eidetic memory. Why would you need a holo-picture when you can remember even being born itself?
- Her first surname means “joyful” or “blissful” in Hindi. Only her mother and her first lover may call her that. They are both dead. Don’t tempt her to make you join them.
- Her second surname means “red” in Spanish.
- Together her two surnames remind her of the terrible things she did and not of the opportunities that the (formerly) Red Planet offered her as they did in her childhood.
- She knows how to speak Spanish.
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So, I'm not sure the physical and power limitations of our characters, so, if there are any changes that you would like to make, I can always edit my character. Otherwise, here it is.
Name/Nicknames: Cameron Fier ~ Tenebris
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Natural: Before Cameron had himself augmented, he had wavy and long blonde hair, piercing icy, blue eyes, and an angular face. Without augmentations, he stood at 6’2’’ and was 194 pounds of lean muscle. Cameron was never the type to build up massive muscles, he was lean and fit with a muscular, but wiry, build. Due to his childhood and how he was raised, he kept his head held high, causing him to look much taller and more confident than he truly was.
Augmentations: Once augmented, Cameron became quite different, depending on whether or not his armour was enabled or disabled. Without his armour, Cameron now stood at 6’4’’ and was 225 pounds of pure muscle. While he didn’t lose his muscular and fit build, he gained a large amount of muscle mass, creating a broader shoulder man. Along with augmenting his physical shape and size, his eyes changed from a cold blue to a deep magenta, a color that almost seemed to reflect and glow in the darkness. His hair color and length didn’t change much other than a shorter and more spartan look. With his armor enabled, he becomes even larger, massive cybernetic muscles combining with the newest in alloy research, to boost him up another two inches and add another twenty pounds to his build. The armour covers his entire body, starting with reinforced armour on his joints, and cleanly transitioning into less heavy armour on the rest of his body. His face also gets covered, utilizing the newest informational and protective technology to both shield his face from incoming fire, but also provide him with full readings and information on his enemies.
Personality: Cameron has experienced much pain throughout his life, starting with his abusive father who constantly beat Cameron and his mother. In addition to having a bad homelife, he grew up in the slums of Mars, constantly being beaten up by gang members and the police. This was partially what caused him to join up with a gang and what ultimately caused him to be introverted and merciless. When speaking with him off the battlefield, one could surmise that he has a crude intelligence and a cold outer exterior. While it does not outwardly show, Cameron has a great number of fears which contribute to his lack of social skills and introverted personality. When dealing with higher level Gang Bosses, or superiors, Cameron is stone-cold, not showing any empathy or concern for his targets. This lack of empathy does not stop with his targets, but lack of care for civilian casualties has earned him the name Tenebris.
When on the battlefield, Cameron rarely speaks, relying on his superior speed and strength to do the talking for him. His cold outer exterior rarely breaks, but on the occasion that someone were to get to him, his inner rage would break out resulting in his complete loss of control and his lack of forethought.
Bio: Cameron grew up in the slum districts of Mars, his father being a factory worker and his mother being an adult entertainer. Cameron didn’t have a very good childhood, starting with his father’s addiction to multiple street drugs and his mothers constant absence. Having his mother gone constantly resulted in Cameron being beat by his father in his common fits of rage. It was around the age of the five that Cameron was first introduced into the gang life when his father had failed to pay his protection fee, which caused two bruisers to break into his house and beat his father within an inch of his life. Along with beating his father, the two men repeatedly raped his mother while making Cameron watch. This dark beginning seeded the inner workings of his mind which were quick to fall into depression and drugs. When moving into his primary school, his father left to return to Earth, leaving his mother and him with little to no income. However, there was a positive to his father leaving, which temporarily made Cameron’s life somewhat enjoyable, with the absence of his daily beatings. With his father gone, his mother had to work later hours and would rarely return home to take care of him. This left Cameron to his own devices for the majority of his teenage years, which started with his descent into drugs and minor crimes. Then, tragedy struck again when Cameron was hit by a police car, breaking his leg and forcing incredible charges that his mother couldn’t hope to pay for. With no way to pay for his surgery, his mother turned to help from one of the local gangs, promising her son’s allegiance if they were able to pay for his surgery. This put both of them in the gang’s debt, beginning Cameron’s career in the life of crime. At the age of sixteen, Cameron made his first kill on a blue-collar man who had failed to pay a portion of his weekly income. This added onto his serious mental problems causing him anxiety and serious depression. With such an awful upbringing, it was quite easy to predict his eventual induction into one of the larger gangs and his eventual career into the dark underworld.
When he turned eighteen, he left home, pledging his allegiance to a larger gang who promised him protection and training. It was quite obvious from his previous record and his prominent physical capabilities that he would become a seasoned hitman. After his promotion to an official assassin and his numerous successful hits, the gang boss became aware of his existence and began to groom him with training in melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat. Eventually, after becoming a high tier assassin and harder targets, and the need to be stronger and faster, he became the first test subject for the Kronos Augmentations. With the success of the augmentations, he began another series of tests and experiments to ready him for the painful process of the Xenos Modifications. At this point, his mental stability shattered, shoving him out of the top and throwing him into pure psychopathy. Since he had so dishonorably fallen out of the gang’s grace, they threw him out onto the streets, which in his mental state, was a death sentence.
He disappeared into the darkness for three years before emerging back into the world of assassins. With his return, he remained unaffiliated until given an offer with one of the largest gangs on Mars. Utilizing his cruelty and lack of empathy, he began to work his way back to the top, killing whoever got in his way. Now, back at the top of the food chain, he was again awarded with new augmentations which only furthered his talents. Being at the top, many assassins began to take notice of this ‘new’ upstart who had worked his way there in a relatively short amount of time, these more veteran assassins began to target him to attempt to bring him crumbling down. These attempts were nothing more than that, attempts. He killed everything that was thrown his way and would stop at nothing to retain his position.
Augmentation: Cameron Fier has been given a large assortment of augmentations, ranging from the Xenos Modifications which enhance his reaction speed and pain management, and ending with the Kronos Augmentations which boost his strength and speed. While many of them are on trivial things such as metabolism and cancer prevention, four modifications are of military and combat uses.
Kronos Augmentations ~ The Kronos Augmentations were given to him for two reasons, the first was to ensure that he could survive the other modifications, and the second reason was to fully propel him into the cybernetic world. While many assassins and mercenaries do have the Kronos Augmentations, Cameron’s have been specialized to raise his reaction speed exponentially, and to ensure that he could still function through immense pain. His reaction speed isn’t fast enough that one could move out of the way of a laser or high-velocity round, but when in melee or hand-to-hand combat it becomes a deadly combination, especially when paired with his dual-blade combat form.
Xenos Modifications ~ The Xenos Modifications were perhaps the largest ones that were given to Cameron, as these were the ones that made him taller and larger. They’re relatively simple modifications and just enhance his speed to transhuman levels and allow him to lift much more than a regular human could possibly hope to. They aren’t incredibly strong modifications as he can only run at 30 km/h and can only lift up to one ton, maximum. These modifications are visible in some portions of his body, as from his back the high-stress molecular supports glow green underneath his skin.
Valkyrie Mark II Modifications ~ The Valkyrie Mark II modifications again focus on his mental capabilities, increasing both the flow of adrenaline in battle, and allowing him to calm himself when experiencing tremendous amounts of pain. In reality, the Valkyrie modifications are just upgraded versions of the Kronos Augmentations.
Ceres Experimental Additions ~ Finally, the Ceres Experimental Additions are perhaps the smallest changes that Cameron has received, but perhaps the most powerful. The Ceres Project was founded to begin in cell regeneration. The science derives from the science behind cancer, except that these cells need to be activated by a chemical trigger. While it isn’t a full regeneration factor, injuries where he loses whole limbs no longer need to be replaced by new cybernetic arms but will grow back after a period of months. These are still highly experimental and the full effects haven’t been tested. A drawback for such a powerful augmentation is the trigger that activates the ability if not taken for more than two days, when recovering from an injury, will cause him incredible pain and cancer. Due to how the augmentation was derived from actual cancer cells, if not kept under control will completely disable Cameron.
Weaknesses: Although Cameron is an extremely powerful tool, almost all of his enhancements have serious health problems that will eventually take a toll on his body. The estimated life-span of Cameron with these four enhancements, only projects him to live for another ten years maximum. Although this is a serious consequence, another weakness that is more prevalent on the battlefield is his mental stability. While two of his enhancements allow him to focus and withstand excruciating pain, they have taken their toll on the man, leaving him deranged and unstable. This results in both his ‘bravery’ in the battlefield, which causes him to charge into battles with little to no preparation or thought of how it could turn out. Yet another weakness, is his susceptibility to EMP grenades which will disable his physical augmentations. This will leave him as vulnerable as a regular human (albeit he will still retain his reaction speed) and will deactivate his strength and speed.
Weaponry:
Jiûjiébiān ~ Nine Section Whip Chain ~ Dual
Utilizing the chain whip’s superior range and flexibility, Cameron is an expert in this form of combat. Using a tritanium metal alloy, for both superior tensile strength and somewhat lighter weight. While many have forgotten this form of combat, the chain whip is extremely effective at keeping superior enemies or heavier hitting enemies at a distance.
Daishō/Wakizashi ~ Dual-Bladed Long/Short Sword Combination
Cameron’s most used weapon, a Daishō/Wakizashi combination involves a longer blade, such a katana, and a shorter sword to accent the longer weapon. When used in synchronization, the longer swords can withstand heavier blows while the shorter sword is useful while in extremely close to an enemy. This weapon combination also works for expert counter-attacks and relies on parries instead of blocking.
Kabutowari ~ ‘Skull’ Breaker Knife
Cameron’s ‘trophy’ weapon, the Kabutowari uses a two-blade system. The main portion of the dagger is used as just that, a dagger. The special part of this weapon is the shorter blade that extends from the hilt. It is excellent for piercing as while one might be able to block the longer blade, before falling prey to the sharper, shorter one. Although he has been seen wielding this weapon, it is used mainly for executions and has become his signature killing style.
Name/Nicknames: Cameron Fier ~ Tenebris
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Natural: Before Cameron had himself augmented, he had wavy and long blonde hair, piercing icy, blue eyes, and an angular face. Without augmentations, he stood at 6’2’’ and was 194 pounds of lean muscle. Cameron was never the type to build up massive muscles, he was lean and fit with a muscular, but wiry, build. Due to his childhood and how he was raised, he kept his head held high, causing him to look much taller and more confident than he truly was.
Augmentations: Once augmented, Cameron became quite different, depending on whether or not his armour was enabled or disabled. Without his armour, Cameron now stood at 6’4’’ and was 225 pounds of pure muscle. While he didn’t lose his muscular and fit build, he gained a large amount of muscle mass, creating a broader shoulder man. Along with augmenting his physical shape and size, his eyes changed from a cold blue to a deep magenta, a color that almost seemed to reflect and glow in the darkness. His hair color and length didn’t change much other than a shorter and more spartan look. With his armor enabled, he becomes even larger, massive cybernetic muscles combining with the newest in alloy research, to boost him up another two inches and add another twenty pounds to his build. The armour covers his entire body, starting with reinforced armour on his joints, and cleanly transitioning into less heavy armour on the rest of his body. His face also gets covered, utilizing the newest informational and protective technology to both shield his face from incoming fire, but also provide him with full readings and information on his enemies.
Personality: Cameron has experienced much pain throughout his life, starting with his abusive father who constantly beat Cameron and his mother. In addition to having a bad homelife, he grew up in the slums of Mars, constantly being beaten up by gang members and the police. This was partially what caused him to join up with a gang and what ultimately caused him to be introverted and merciless. When speaking with him off the battlefield, one could surmise that he has a crude intelligence and a cold outer exterior. While it does not outwardly show, Cameron has a great number of fears which contribute to his lack of social skills and introverted personality. When dealing with higher level Gang Bosses, or superiors, Cameron is stone-cold, not showing any empathy or concern for his targets. This lack of empathy does not stop with his targets, but lack of care for civilian casualties has earned him the name Tenebris.
When on the battlefield, Cameron rarely speaks, relying on his superior speed and strength to do the talking for him. His cold outer exterior rarely breaks, but on the occasion that someone were to get to him, his inner rage would break out resulting in his complete loss of control and his lack of forethought.
Bio: Cameron grew up in the slum districts of Mars, his father being a factory worker and his mother being an adult entertainer. Cameron didn’t have a very good childhood, starting with his father’s addiction to multiple street drugs and his mothers constant absence. Having his mother gone constantly resulted in Cameron being beat by his father in his common fits of rage. It was around the age of the five that Cameron was first introduced into the gang life when his father had failed to pay his protection fee, which caused two bruisers to break into his house and beat his father within an inch of his life. Along with beating his father, the two men repeatedly raped his mother while making Cameron watch. This dark beginning seeded the inner workings of his mind which were quick to fall into depression and drugs. When moving into his primary school, his father left to return to Earth, leaving his mother and him with little to no income. However, there was a positive to his father leaving, which temporarily made Cameron’s life somewhat enjoyable, with the absence of his daily beatings. With his father gone, his mother had to work later hours and would rarely return home to take care of him. This left Cameron to his own devices for the majority of his teenage years, which started with his descent into drugs and minor crimes. Then, tragedy struck again when Cameron was hit by a police car, breaking his leg and forcing incredible charges that his mother couldn’t hope to pay for. With no way to pay for his surgery, his mother turned to help from one of the local gangs, promising her son’s allegiance if they were able to pay for his surgery. This put both of them in the gang’s debt, beginning Cameron’s career in the life of crime. At the age of sixteen, Cameron made his first kill on a blue-collar man who had failed to pay a portion of his weekly income. This added onto his serious mental problems causing him anxiety and serious depression. With such an awful upbringing, it was quite easy to predict his eventual induction into one of the larger gangs and his eventual career into the dark underworld.
When he turned eighteen, he left home, pledging his allegiance to a larger gang who promised him protection and training. It was quite obvious from his previous record and his prominent physical capabilities that he would become a seasoned hitman. After his promotion to an official assassin and his numerous successful hits, the gang boss became aware of his existence and began to groom him with training in melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat. Eventually, after becoming a high tier assassin and harder targets, and the need to be stronger and faster, he became the first test subject for the Kronos Augmentations. With the success of the augmentations, he began another series of tests and experiments to ready him for the painful process of the Xenos Modifications. At this point, his mental stability shattered, shoving him out of the top and throwing him into pure psychopathy. Since he had so dishonorably fallen out of the gang’s grace, they threw him out onto the streets, which in his mental state, was a death sentence.
He disappeared into the darkness for three years before emerging back into the world of assassins. With his return, he remained unaffiliated until given an offer with one of the largest gangs on Mars. Utilizing his cruelty and lack of empathy, he began to work his way back to the top, killing whoever got in his way. Now, back at the top of the food chain, he was again awarded with new augmentations which only furthered his talents. Being at the top, many assassins began to take notice of this ‘new’ upstart who had worked his way there in a relatively short amount of time, these more veteran assassins began to target him to attempt to bring him crumbling down. These attempts were nothing more than that, attempts. He killed everything that was thrown his way and would stop at nothing to retain his position.
Augmentation: Cameron Fier has been given a large assortment of augmentations, ranging from the Xenos Modifications which enhance his reaction speed and pain management, and ending with the Kronos Augmentations which boost his strength and speed. While many of them are on trivial things such as metabolism and cancer prevention, four modifications are of military and combat uses.
Kronos Augmentations ~ The Kronos Augmentations were given to him for two reasons, the first was to ensure that he could survive the other modifications, and the second reason was to fully propel him into the cybernetic world. While many assassins and mercenaries do have the Kronos Augmentations, Cameron’s have been specialized to raise his reaction speed exponentially, and to ensure that he could still function through immense pain. His reaction speed isn’t fast enough that one could move out of the way of a laser or high-velocity round, but when in melee or hand-to-hand combat it becomes a deadly combination, especially when paired with his dual-blade combat form.
Xenos Modifications ~ The Xenos Modifications were perhaps the largest ones that were given to Cameron, as these were the ones that made him taller and larger. They’re relatively simple modifications and just enhance his speed to transhuman levels and allow him to lift much more than a regular human could possibly hope to. They aren’t incredibly strong modifications as he can only run at 30 km/h and can only lift up to one ton, maximum. These modifications are visible in some portions of his body, as from his back the high-stress molecular supports glow green underneath his skin.
Valkyrie Mark II Modifications ~ The Valkyrie Mark II modifications again focus on his mental capabilities, increasing both the flow of adrenaline in battle, and allowing him to calm himself when experiencing tremendous amounts of pain. In reality, the Valkyrie modifications are just upgraded versions of the Kronos Augmentations.
Ceres Experimental Additions ~ Finally, the Ceres Experimental Additions are perhaps the smallest changes that Cameron has received, but perhaps the most powerful. The Ceres Project was founded to begin in cell regeneration. The science derives from the science behind cancer, except that these cells need to be activated by a chemical trigger. While it isn’t a full regeneration factor, injuries where he loses whole limbs no longer need to be replaced by new cybernetic arms but will grow back after a period of months. These are still highly experimental and the full effects haven’t been tested. A drawback for such a powerful augmentation is the trigger that activates the ability if not taken for more than two days, when recovering from an injury, will cause him incredible pain and cancer. Due to how the augmentation was derived from actual cancer cells, if not kept under control will completely disable Cameron.
Weaknesses: Although Cameron is an extremely powerful tool, almost all of his enhancements have serious health problems that will eventually take a toll on his body. The estimated life-span of Cameron with these four enhancements, only projects him to live for another ten years maximum. Although this is a serious consequence, another weakness that is more prevalent on the battlefield is his mental stability. While two of his enhancements allow him to focus and withstand excruciating pain, they have taken their toll on the man, leaving him deranged and unstable. This results in both his ‘bravery’ in the battlefield, which causes him to charge into battles with little to no preparation or thought of how it could turn out. Yet another weakness, is his susceptibility to EMP grenades which will disable his physical augmentations. This will leave him as vulnerable as a regular human (albeit he will still retain his reaction speed) and will deactivate his strength and speed.
Weaponry:
Jiûjiébiān ~ Nine Section Whip Chain ~ Dual
Utilizing the chain whip’s superior range and flexibility, Cameron is an expert in this form of combat. Using a tritanium metal alloy, for both superior tensile strength and somewhat lighter weight. While many have forgotten this form of combat, the chain whip is extremely effective at keeping superior enemies or heavier hitting enemies at a distance.
Daishō/Wakizashi ~ Dual-Bladed Long/Short Sword Combination
Cameron’s most used weapon, a Daishō/Wakizashi combination involves a longer blade, such a katana, and a shorter sword to accent the longer weapon. When used in synchronization, the longer swords can withstand heavier blows while the shorter sword is useful while in extremely close to an enemy. This weapon combination also works for expert counter-attacks and relies on parries instead of blocking.
Kabutowari ~ ‘Skull’ Breaker Knife
Cameron’s ‘trophy’ weapon, the Kabutowari uses a two-blade system. The main portion of the dagger is used as just that, a dagger. The special part of this weapon is the shorter blade that extends from the hilt. It is excellent for piercing as while one might be able to block the longer blade, before falling prey to the sharper, shorter one. Although he has been seen wielding this weapon, it is used mainly for executions and has become his signature killing style.
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Alright i give up, I'm leaving it like this since I have no idea how to do it.
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It appears every character is like the biggest badass to ever badass and Casio over here like "hi, I'm a scientist lulz"
Gonna have to get creative with how I kill all of you for the disk hahaha
Gonna have to get creative with how I kill all of you for the disk hahaha
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Have no fear. I turned in my badass card ages ago. All I have left are licenses to obfuscate and confuse.
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Okay, my sort of villian is ready.
Name/Nicknames: Samantha Anand Rojas
- “Sam” - Only her last four of her five lovers (all deceased)
- “Anand” – Only her first lover (deceased)
- “Sammy” – Only her mother (deceased)
- “The Wicked Bitch of the Waste(land)” – Other assassins
- “The finest assassin money can buy” – Her presentation card
Gender: Hermaphrodite
- ZZ-Chromosome human
- Born female
- Fully functional down to biomolecular level
Age: 27 Earth-years old.
Appearance: Samantha flaunts physical perfection through her feminine looks both in health and appearance thanks to the many Biomods she has installed in her body. It can be easily and correctly stated she is more technology than biological parts at this stage in her life.
As most people, Samantha started her life as a baseline human and kept her normal appearance until around her fifteen years of age, in which time she might have been called beautiful but was nothing truly remarkable. Around that time, she became an assassin and initiated her transformation into the hybrid being she is now. These upgrades, up to this point, include among other things, a practically symbiotic nature with technology due to the nanomachines in her veins, techno-organic muscular tissue; bones, cartilages and joints made from organic multi-layered nanotubes (o-MLCNs), many specialized big-data-programmer-level ports distributed throughout the surface of her skin and hidden blades in different parts in her body made from MLCNs. Apart from the ports, in her 210 cm. of height there are no markings of any kind in contrast to most of the population of Arcadia.
The Biomods and the low gravity of the formerly red planet explain her height and the fact that despite her line of work, she wears her hair ankle length. Of course, she braids it and has it inside of her suit on missions.
Personality:“Trust only in that I can finish the job.”
Samantha is extremely mistrustful, even though she is sincerer than many others in her line of work. This is mostly thanks to the murder of all her lovers; she has learned that she can only trust herself as most other people aren’t out there only for themselves, but against you just for existing.“I do not stab people in the back, I do so in the front and with ample warning.”
The sincerity part comes from the simple but remarkable fact that the assassin has the power to give herself the luxury to state she is in risk of betraying you directly to your face, but of course, only after the job is done. After all, that’s always how the business has worked and continues to work, only Samantha takes care to be polite and remind you.“Think and believe whatever you want. At least, up to this point, in our minds we are mostly free.”
She believes in freedom in theory and in practice mostly lacks a solid moral compass beyond pragmatism and what she desires at the moment. Samantha might have left the majority of her worst depravities behind, but one is never fully separated from one’s past. She doesn’t want to do those excessive things just for excessiveness’ sake anymore but has no qualms about utterly destroying a completely innocent person.
The assassin was formerly often prone to extreme bursts of unjustified sadism, now they are mostly gone. There are few things that can push her in either direction.“It would be philosophically better if any superior power didn’t exist. Have you heard of Epicurus’ Problem of Evil?”
Samantha is thoughtful and philosophical. While she has no major far future dreams that hasn’t impeded her thinking about everything she can comprehend. She is both an extremely concrete person in her day to day life, but the moments she dedicates to contemplation are so many and so vital to her that the reverse is also true without contradiction.
Samanatha doesn't believe in any form of superior power nor in any form of reward or retribution in life.
Thanks to her many hours of meditation, she is quite a measured person too in what she says, always trying to reconcile stating what’s necessary with what she thinks. To do so, she practically never swears. An oddity in Arcadia. She, on the other hand, considers it childish. Words are just vibrations in the air, how can you really be offended by a group of culturally inappropriate terms?“I’ve lived ten lives of Sparrow in depravity. Yes, The Sparrow. I’ve tried everything. Sex means nothing to me anymore.
Samantha doesn’t believe nor wish for sex or any kind of intimacy without a profound emotional connection. As she is completely alone in the romantic facet, she has no intimacy, no real trust in anyone nor anyone to confide her thoughts into.
Bio:
Despite her eastern European appearance, Samantha comes from a long line of refugees from the once over populated and currently sunken Bangladesh. India, as the most powerful nation on Earth during the time when the last vestiges of the poles melted, took care of the situation in Bangladesh by erecting gargantuan walls on the Bengal Delta, which left millions to die but, supposedly was worth it, by also saving countless more millions. This is where Samantha’s great-grandparents came from: India took many of the refugees and used them to colonize many of its projects in the Solar System, in that time, in early stages of development. While that was a welcome change for many, as it gave them opportunities, soon the situation turned for the worse and the effects was profound as there were millions of emigres to Mars and other colonies who ended up there to make sovereignty without a rupee on their pockets.
Of these refugees, many communities emerged and found in the earliest times, that cooperation was the key to staying afloat… But this wouldn’t last either as the ethnicities, languages and religions drew lines in the sands and the groups that once supported the populations became mafias and gangs. It was a strange and perverse symbiosis by that point in time as the new groups needed the support from the population to recruit members and have their business prosper while the population needed the groups to protect itself from other groups that they also, both directly and indirectly, helped nurture and create. Of all these groups, few, if any, ever ascended to a higher social class and the resentment that this caused is a great part of what fuelled the machinery as a whole.
While some peoples coalesced, other drifted and joined with other human groups. This was the case with the father of Samantha, who had a child with a Latin-American woman after they moved to a quieter city than India’s settler colonies. In this case, the chosen place was Puerto Nueva Esperanza, a satellite city of the multinational colony of Arcadia. They would move to the central city when their daughter was but a few years old, something Samantha would curse and damn up to this day. It caused her to lose her father soon to one of the many pandemics that extended through the lower levels every few years. She could perfectly remember everything about him, but could never make it mean anything to her. Her mother would follow when she was around fourteen, collateral damage in a firefight between two minor mafias.
By that point in time, Samantha was the main means of income for the family thanks to her innate piloting skills. She participated in many tournaments, races and stunt shows, nevertheless, due to the corruption, she never won anything as she didn’t have connections but still managed to make her and her mother live comfortably. She was always the stereotype of good girl and the hope among the lower classes, thus she sold tickets and participated in more events, but was always just a point behind the winner, a single mistake from a trophy or a medal. Then her mother died, and everything spiralled down.
She was exploited in almost every way conceivable by the people she was indebted to until she managed to escape a year later. Desperate, she unknowingly took a job as a driver for a very high-profile assassination mission and was suddenly involved in a disaster as the professional she was transporting was killed by a competitor. One of many… She was into the game without her consent and through sheer innate ability managed to come out on top, killing many high-profile professional assassins and the target without being found. On the other hand, this was at a terrible price as the last woman she had to fight with for the target managed to leave her in such a pitiful state she welcomed the darkness when she closed her only remaining eye.
When she woke up, the original contractor welcomed her with open arms, showering her on praise. She found she had been reconstructed as a gift and, of course, as a way of getting her indebted to the woman that ordered the assassination in the first place. She might not have known what she was getting into, but the fact was she found where her abilities laid even better than in piloting.
The rumours spread like wildfire and soon she had many contracts available to her and the enough inner fire to annihilate the whole city to the ground. The city that took her mother and her childhood away. She let her rage loose on her targets, never asking why, no need to hear the truth or the lies. Samantha was said during that time to be able to make Lamya Sparrow rise her eyebrows if they didn’t tell her it was to look like it was an accident. In her depraved adolescence she tried more than a little bit of everything, unknowingly looking to soothe her pain and the terrified inner child that was afraid to remember any yesterday or think that tomorrow likely might be worse. She tried to erase herself of herself, changing her skin and eyes, changing everything she could of her body. She became addicted to the Trance by instable periods of recovery and relapse.
Samantha erased the minor gangs which killed her mother down to the last member, including initiates who had nothing to do with it. But her revenge continued. She slowly tortured to death dozens of times over* the people who had abused her if they were lucky, for those who weren’t, they suffered even more gruesome fates. These facts became widely known among the elite assassin community, so much so that after one point they stopped sending people to get rid of her. Following that, any person who thought had any power over her trembled as she crowned her achievements by murdering the magnate that had had her under her thumb for having reconstructed her in the first place: a person nobody thought was even close to being able to be killed.
By the time she was twenty, Samantha woke up one day and decided that it was enough. She had seen and done the worse mankind had to offer. She was living in a penthouse surrounded by gardens, overlooking the Martian horizon that seemed to end so soon compared to Earth’s and finally accepted what she was and what she had done. Little by little she got rid of the habits that had made her an urban legend. It took years of pain of almost every kind, but finally the only reprehensible thing she did was cleanly kill people for money. No more fireworks, no more blood, no more glamour. She was a monster, but at least a monster that accepted herself and to reach to the point she was now, everyone had their hands with so much blood and tears that she was simply another brick in the wall. At least, no matter how horrible it was, Samantha could say she was somewhat better than them.
*Yes, I meant killing several times, as Samantha simply transferred their consciousness over to new bodies to begin her perversities anew.
Other:
- She loathes smoking, people smoking and the smoke itself, whatever drug it might be. Her contractors know this and never smoke close to her due to, in most cases having lost contracts and, in almost all, arms to an angry Samantha.
- The same is true for alcohol but in a much milder manner. Anything that clouds her perception of reality is immediately discarded as useless and an parasitic entity for the human race in her worldview.
- Her Biomods grant her abilities that are beyond what any Olympic athlete of our time could do at their best, but that is the norm in her line of work. She just has more money than most to purchase the best upgrades.
- She, at least philosophically, doesn’t think that the state has right over the life itself of the people. Empirically she doesn’t care all that much, she knows she can’t change the world.
- Samantha doesn’t consider a violation a “special” or “different” kind of offense nor a point of no return. She knows there are many, many worse things that can happen and be done to a person.
- In the past, sometimes Samantha had televised her torture sessions, but not for snuff enthusiasts. No. Instead she managed to get some of the largest screens throughout Arcadia hacked. You can imagine the rest.
- If there is anything that can make Samantha feel vulnerable, is music.
- Samantha has no mementos of her childhood of any kind, only her Biomodded eidetic memory. Why would you need a holo-picture when you can remember even being born itself?
- Her first surname means “joyful” or “blissful” in Hindi. Only her mother and her first lover may call her that. They are both dead. Don’t tempt her to make you join them.
- Her second surname means “red” in Spanish.
- Together her two surnames remind her of the terrible things she did and not of the opportunities that the (formerly) Red Planet offered her as they did in her childhood.
- She knows how to speak Spanish.
Looks good! Sam is accepted. Feel free to add her to the cs tab.
@Sir Parzival Happy to accept Cameron, if we could maybe just tone down the über killy death machine-ness, just a tiny bit. I appreciate the hypocrisy, given how I made Knox something of one-man army, but he's more meant to be an obstacle for the players to collectively overcome, than a player character himself. Other than that, Cameron looks great :)
I feel like we've hit our quota for unstoppable robo-assassins now, so moving forwards I'm going to be a bit more critical of super duper cyborg killing machines. That's not to say I won't be accepting characters who are leaning towards the superhuman side of things, I'd just prefer to see a bit more variety in the roster.
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I'm sorry to say I don't seem to have an idea for this. Have fun, y'all!
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On my end, as just a small comment from a japanophile, the Daisho (meaning 'big little' in reference to the two swords) itself already contains a katana and a wakizashi as an ensemble, so the additional mention of the wakizashi specifically seemed a bit odd unless it was for the sake of enlightening those of us less enthused by the bushido and kenjutsu respectively.
Just a teasing little poke, nothing wrong with it, just an amused offering of terminology explaining if you didn't know. :P
On my end, as just a small comment from a japanophile, the Daisho (meaning 'big little' in reference to the two swords) itself already contains a katana and a wakizashi as an ensemble, so the additional mention of the wakizashi specifically seemed a bit odd unless it was for the sake of enlightening those of us less enthused by the bushido and kenjutsu respectively.
Just a teasing little poke, nothing wrong with it, just an amused offering of terminology explaining if you didn't know. :P
Hello, I've been lurking this for a while. I realize there's a lot of people interested already, but what can you do? Cyberpunk is fantastic, and you're offering to scratch the itch after the mindblowing gameplay demonstration for Cyberpunk 2077. It's the season :)
I have a few questions regarding the setting, if you'll indulge me. First, what's the established state of AI? Are they still mostly primitive, or do we already have (almost-) sentience? Is the tech embraced and actively researched, or have governments banned it under the pretext of its many dangers?
Second, is the concept of sleeving (akin to Altered Carbon or Eclipse Phase) a thing in this? I think FoxFire mentioned transferring somebody's consciousness multiple times into new bodies, which would mean yes. If so, where do the bodies come from? Corporate-produced I guess?
Edit: This would also imply the existence of cortical stacks (salvageable module that contains a backup of your ego). Widely distributed or only for a select elite?
Lastly, and tangentially related to the previous one, is mindjacking somebody possible in this world? As in, ramming a usb cable into someone's neck or doing a wireless infiltration to gain access to a person's, if nothing else, electronic functions relating to their augments (but potentially more - where is the line drawn?).
Thanks :D
I have a few questions regarding the setting, if you'll indulge me. First, what's the established state of AI? Are they still mostly primitive, or do we already have (almost-) sentience? Is the tech embraced and actively researched, or have governments banned it under the pretext of its many dangers?
Second, is the concept of sleeving (akin to Altered Carbon or Eclipse Phase) a thing in this? I think FoxFire mentioned transferring somebody's consciousness multiple times into new bodies, which would mean yes. If so, where do the bodies come from? Corporate-produced I guess?
Edit: This would also imply the existence of cortical stacks (salvageable module that contains a backup of your ego). Widely distributed or only for a select elite?
Lastly, and tangentially related to the previous one, is mindjacking somebody possible in this world? As in, ramming a usb cable into someone's neck or doing a wireless infiltration to gain access to a person's, if nothing else, electronic functions relating to their augments (but potentially more - where is the line drawn?).
Thanks :D
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working on Character sheet. Uncertain when it will be launched to you guys through this crazy grid system of ours. But it will be eventually/soon, depending on time perceptions.
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