Name:
Sylvie Knox

Age:
24

Callsign:
Fleur

Nationality:
French

Specialty:
Special Operations and Special Reconnaissance

History:
Born the daughter of one of Parliament’s Senators, Sylvie was poised to live a good life. Unfortunately, it seemed that her mother traded her life for Sylvie’s in childbirth which left the young girl to be raised rather distantly from any parental figure. Instead, Sylvie found solace in an older sister whom she was very close to. The two girls lived a rather lavish and sheltered life in Paris during their young lives, though as Sylvie’s older sister grew up quite fast, she took an interest in the political turmoil that grew alongside them. She left Sylvie once she was of age to send herself off to Basic Combat Training.

Between a special operative and a Senator, the Knox family didn’t live without its spectators. Sylvie’s father in particular seemed to constantly have crosshairs painted on his back. As the Parliament grew more and more unstable, Erec Knox seemed to be a consistent target of strife as one of the more outspoken politicians in France. With an intent to protect good people like her father, Sylvie’s sister found herself led to join Groupe d'intervention de la Gendarmerie nationale. She trained in GIGN with the hopes to protect her father. This only inspired Sylvie, and when she was of age, she set off to train to join GIGN just as her sister did. It wasn’t long before Sylvie’s sister came to finally understand the true inner workings of France’s current political standpoint. Sylvie’s father was himself part of the corrupt game that blighted the French government. People were bribed, extorted, threatened, and killed. Sylvie’s sister saw only one solution, and she decided that she was the only one who could take her father out of the game for good.

With her sister on the run and both of her parents deceased, Sylvie lived out the last years of her youth in an orphanage. This culture shock shook her world as her once lavish life was replaced with something much less desirable. Sylvie struggled to understand all that her family had gone through and what it was all for. Even after discovering the true nature of her father’s death, Sylvie still revered her sister if only in a sort of macabre sense. She understood her sister’s cause was just, and perhaps that was the worst part of all.

As soon as Sylvie was thrust out of her orphanage, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to fight for good. Sylvie was nothing like her sister, though. She was a wild soul, and when it came to her training drills, it became evident that Sylvie’s skill was beyond that of the average Gendarmerie. Even the GIGN didn’t mesh with what she could do. Sylvie was resilient above all else, perhaps not the strongest soldier in all of the world, but certainly one of the most determined. Her acceptance into the GIGN was short lived, as Sylvie quit the program almost as soon as her training was complete. She realized she wasn’t meant to be hiding about in domestic territory. Pent up within her was a host of unresolved problems, and she could only foresee herself escaping her past if she escaped the path of her family.

It was her former GIGN commanding officer that suggested her a path in the world: the Commandement des Opérations Spéciales. She enrolled in a naval training selection to see if she could make it to her newfound ultimate goal: the Commandos Marine. It was in this branch that Sylvie would spend the rest of her time while enlisted. Sylvie was always among the first to volunteer for foreign missions. When French forces were being shredded by insurgent groups in Africa, a platoon of Commandos was meant to be sent to assist in quelling an uprising in the République du Congo. Despite the immense turmoil racking French streets, Sylvie happily accepted that she was among those selected to mobilize. With her knowledge of the current political scene in France, she felt little to no allegiance to her country, instead only feeling camaraderie with her fellow Commandos.

Upon their mobilization, Sylvie’s squad was mysteriously diverted mid-flight from their original target nearby Kinshasa. Apparently a massive guerilla attack struck out at a convoy that held the majority of French forces in the Congo. Sylvie’s squad was instructed to HALO jump to the convoy’s location where they landed right in the thick of battle in some of the Republic’s thickest swamp forests. Insurgent forces padded with a mysterious foreign aid seemed to be tearing through French forces, and most of Sylvie comrades ended up displaced, separated, or killed. It wasn’t long into the assault when Sylvie somehow lost command with her garrison in Lorient. In a last ditch attempt to survive, Sylvie fled into the Congolese jungle, losing herself amongst its dense rainforests.

Personality:
Sylvie is often described as extremely tactful and empathic. It was rather common for other Commandos to find solace in Sylvie as someone they could open up to. She was the sole female in her unit and often took on a role that kept everyone focused and in high-spirits. It is this feature that earned her the callsign she identifies with. This doesn’t mean Sylvie is without her own troubles, though. It is often assumed she is better at dealing with others’ problems than she is her own. Any mental complications in Sylvie’s mind tend to be thrust aside to make room for more urgent matters.

Sylvie’s sense of calm tends to be her greatest feature. Rather than resorting to letting bullets fly immediately, Sylvie has a reputation for always having alternative effective solutions. Fighting directly is rarely her first resort. Cool-headed in most scenarios, Sylvie tends to be extremely good under pressure. It is actually quite rare to even see her show much emotion, even in battle. This doesn't mean a rainbow of feeling aren't flying through her head, of course. Her solemn and humorless expression often keeps morality high, but when Sylvie panics, that's when you know all has gone to hell. Sylvie seeks nothing more ultimately than control. If she can’t find control and order in her life, that is when things start breaking down.

Preferred Choice of Weaponry:
Sylvie’s preferred primary weapon choice is deeply rooted in her French military heritage. The HK416 is what she feels most comfortable using. In addition to that, Sylvie is also a huge proponent of diversity and versatility of the field. When her squad requires such outfitting, she is always one of the first to volunteer to carry the Benelli M3T Super 90. In terms of sidearms, the Commandos Marine always required Sylvie to carry a “real” pistol. It is because of this that she always seems to carry a Glock 19, but even that real pistol is second to her Manurhin MR 73 revolver. It is a GIGN habit that she has never dropped. In addition to all her weapons, a standard bayonet remains on her person at all times— even when she doesn’t carry her other weapons.

Sylvie is meant to be used in my original plot: A World Of Pain, viewable here.

Name: Ryder Octavio

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Disposition: Incisive, Guarded, Stoic, Pensive

Ryder was never one to be called outgoing. Throughout her short mercenary career, she has made little to no friends. No one has really discovered Ryder's driving force. Some have speculated she's got some family ties in the mercenary business, while others think she is in it solely for the money. She never cared to tell anyone. Ryder is a very guarded and cautious person, not opening up to anyone, but she has been known to show a little more respect and emotion around her commanders. Ryder focuses on her job and little to nothing else.

Around her fellow mercenaries in the Preying Panthers, she finds herself taking risks quite often, almost to the point of compromising missions for the sake of saving her teammates. Hannah has always put herself in harms way to protect another's life. That is one of her defining features that got her known around the mercenary community.

Ryder has been known to have quite radical political beliefs, but she is not one to vocalize them, so it is usually a mere rumor. She was raised with a belief that there would be a utopia had the Emarran Council remained the same before the conflict.

Background:

Originally from the Emarran Council, Ryder found herself in the midst of a small rebellious cell or cult as some called it, attempting to rise up against the newly reformed government. She was brought up to be one of them, training often with the simple military skills with the according anarchist beliefs. That was how she was raised for many years under the Emarran Council's reformed government. Her true parents were never known as the cell never really worried about that. It was all about "You are part of the cause," but Ryder knew the commander cared for her much more than the other children in the cell. She was treated well, given the best training, given the best food, and accommodations. It was as if Ryder was more special to the group as a whole and particularly the commander, who had the followers of the cell in his pocket. At the age of 17, Ryder found herself working in the cell to carry out menial sabotage missions at the side of her commander. This part of her life went on and on for the next two years. She never really questioned her superiors, it was her upbringing after all. That was until the 'Big Job' as her commander called it.

Ryder and her cell were to go after one of the Emarran Council's major military tech manufacturers. Inside their target was a large cache of military grade equipment of all varieties as well as the tech required to create it. The goal of the group was to cease any gear and tech that they could, damage the rest, and escape while causing as much havoc as possible along the way. For some odd reason, Ryder found herself paired with the commander, Edward, he called himself. The two of them went solo into a warehouse while numerous explosions rang around the compound as distractions by the others. The two of them rejoiced as they looked over the numerous vehicles, arms, and armors. Edward found himself an old ACS-3G Zaruga FRAME. It took him a while to get it working for him while Ryder stood watch, but soon enough he was ready to go. Of course, after the two of them had loaded all the stolen equipment up, the warehouse main doors flew open. One of the rebels was caught and gave the Military Police their plan. Thoughts of running were immediately crushed as the Military Police were gaining on them. Fighting was the only option in the panicked head of Ryder. Her commander skated off in his suit, leaving her for dead. The fight was short, ending with Ryder on the ground, an arm mangled behind her back and her body bruised and beaten from being deterred by the machine-clad enforcers.

Her eyes squinted to look upwards at the helmeted faces of the enforcers that leered down at her, weapons pointed every direction. As her eyes blinked in and out of consciousness, her last memory was the explosive yellow light from the roof of the warehouse. After that, Ryder woke up in some sort of hospital. Her arm felt different, her entire body felt different. After a groggy questioning session, she discovered that she was 'an innocent bystander' in the attack and an 'unknown benefactor' paid her bill so she was free to go within a few days. Her nurse led her out to where her belongings were store, and much to her disbelief, her 'belongings' contained the Zaruga FRAME as well as a large fund. She set out with what she had, fleeing the Emmaran Council under the cover of a mercenary for hire. It worked perfectly as a cover up and she made money too.

((The FRAME she acquired will of course be subtracted from her funds. So I will be paying for things as normal. This is just an explanation for why she learned about FRAMEs.))

Appearance:

Ryder has been known to always keep her appearance up. Even before missions, she is sometimes seen freshening herself up and pampering her mid length black hair. She often puts a dark purple colored dye in her hair that mixes with its natural jet black. As her appearance is a priority, she keeps her body in good shape and good appearance. Ryder stands at 5'6" with a lithe build and appears rather normal if not for her cybernetic enhancements. One of her arms, her right to be exact, is prosthetic and plated in metal.

Inventory:

Walther P38 Semi-Auto Pistol

C-4 Charges

Woven Undersuit Body Armor

Spotter-Rangefinder

Funds: 459,000
Other: N/A

Name: (ACS-3G Zaruga)
Manufacturer: Cradle Dynamics
Height: 4.1 meters
Weight: 5230 kilograms
Armor: 20 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 65 kph
Speed (Skate): 91.6 kph
Sensor range: 5 km
Communication range: 25 km
Operating range: 600 km
Extra Systems: ECM suite, laser target designator
Power: 130
Weight: 80

Armaments:

AFC-40/L Autocannon
Manufacturer: Halabrad-Phell
Caliber: 25 mm
Effective range: 800 m
Penetration: 65 mm of vertical steel alloy
Rate of fire: 600 rds/min
Ammunition capacity: 60 rounds/magazine
Ammunition types: APDS-T, HEI-T
Mount: carried, one or two hands
Weight: 8
Price: 12,000c

MG27 Light Machinegun
Manufacturer: Radley Arms
Caliber: 7.62 mm
Effective Range: 400 m
Penetration: 15 mm of vertical steel alloy
Rate of fire: 650 rds/min
Ammunition capacity: 800 rounds
Mount: torso
Weight: 2
Price: 250c

EVF “Chameleon” Active Camouflage
Manufacturer: Various
Mount: N/A; internal systems & external coat
Weight: 5
Price: 35,000

Explosive Reactive Armor
Manufacturer: Various
Mount: external coat
Weight: 5
Price: 25,000

(30 Weight Free)

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Name:
Allyson Redshroud (Born Allyson Akhailan)

Age:
20

Appearance:
Allyson is by no means the imposing assassin she seems to believe herself to be. She stands with a very slight and lithe build, but closer inspection would reveal that she is relatively toned in terms of muscle. Standing at only 5’3” and weighing 125 lbs, Allyson is certainly at disadvantage in a grapple. Her skin is strikingly fair, as is telltale for the Akhailan lineage. Similarly, she also has the typical platinum blonde hair of an Akhailan, but most all onlookers are unaware of this as Allyson’s hair appears jet black due to a generous amount of dye supplied by the Redshrouds. Her hair sweeps down her head in a rather straight manner ending where it just brushes her shoulders. Allyson’s eyes are a light amber color, augmented to appear a mystical pink when using her magical abilities.

Allyson’s style of dress rarely varies. She most commonly dons a light fabric white dress frilling out with a black trim at its end. Accompanying it, she wears black arm wraps as is common for Redshrouds. Her most striking piece of attire also stems from her time with the Redshrouds: her identifying red cloak cinched around her shoulders with a gemstone buckle. Often slung over a shoulder is a messenger’s bag containing all the equipment she doesn’t conceal on her person.

Personality:
Allyson has lived a rather strictly regulated life— on both fronts— and that shows in her demeanor. She can often appear outwardly as an abrasive, aloof, and spiteful girl. Skewed between her two supposed lives, Allyson ultimately seeks control in every aspect of her daily habits. When things don’t go her way, she has a tendency to act childish, though equally as likely is that she acts out more aggressively and with violence. This is likely because Allyson’s training revolved heavily around her abilities as an assassin. When confronted with things she isn’t used to, she will most likely act with that element of extreme caution and tactfulness.

Due to her uniquely sheltered lifestyle, Allyson has a rather especially naive view about many worldly things. She has a tendency to try and hide her lack of knowledge about most things, instead trying to put up a front of ultimate intelligence. This, of course, is no perfect facade. Her lack of exposure to the world often shines through even despite her best attempts to conceal it.

Background:
Allyson Akhailan was born as the sole heir to the Sheolian Empire’s throne. However unfortunate it was that their sole heir was born a girl, King Davion Akhailan still intended to throw a massive festival in celebration. It was during the festivities that the faction of fabled assassins known as House Redshroud— or more simply The Redshrouds— decided to make their move for leverage on the royal Akhailan bloodline. Allyson was swept away right from her mother’s arms during a royal address to the public. She was taken with the intent to exchange her safety for the safe return of a number of Redshroud prisoners that had been captured by the Sheolian Empire. The head of House Redshroud was not a man known to let go so easily, though. The cunning group of assassins managed to rig the trade employing their array of magical talents. They made off with their colleagues while also managing to not lose possession of their hostage. Imperial society was sent into an uproar, and a nationwide manhunt commenced.

Rather than executing Allyson, the head of House Redshroud had taken a liking to her. The group decided to raise her as one of their own, never allowing her knowledge of her true past. As she grew up, Allyson lived a rather privileged life in the lavish guild, but there was a catch. Due to her peculiar situation, she was kept very sheltered and rarely allowed to leave the guild’s hideout with the other assassins. Never informed of her true lineage, Allyson found herself content living her life in the hands of the Redshrouds for quite a long time. As she neared her teenage years, however, Allyson was discontent with her role. She sought to be trained as one of the Redshroud’s mystic assassins just as her peers were, and with enough arguing and throwing fits, her request was eventually granted.

Throughout her training, Allyson received special attention from some of the top rogues and mystics of House Redshroud on order of the head of the house Beltran. Allyson never had as much experience in the field as she should have, though. House Redshroud’s greatest secret couldn’t last forever. It wasn’t until Allyson was specifically selected for a mission of infiltration that she was captured by the imperial guard and imprisoned in the capital city of the Empire.

The capture of Allyson was meant to end in a public execution as a message to the Redshrouds. The massively populated public event ground to a halt after the Empress swore on her life that she recognized the girl. This led to a very confusing and convoluted attempt from the Imperial nobility to convince both the public and the Redshroud girl that she was the lost princess. Despite the best efforts to convince the assassin, Allyson wasn’t interested in the Empress’s theory. Nonetheless, the imperial family didn’t intend to let the lost princess be lost once again.

Allyson was forced to live a life similarly privileged to her time with the Redshrouds while also being just as locked away. She was kept under a restrictive watch in the palace. Her one hope laid in the fact that the Redshrouds may one day come strike the palace again just as they had so many years ago, and she knew they would come. House Redshroud launched an all out war campaign against the Empire. Unfortunately, multiple attempts at raiding the palace went unsuccessful and the imperial family never did give up on reintegrating Allyson into imperial society. It wasn’t long into her stay at the palace that it was revealed to her that she was be wed to another noble that could teach her how to properly rule.

Skills & Abilities:
Allyson has become quite adept in combative martial arts due to her Redshroud training. She has an extensive knowledge of both unarmed combat and a variety of weaponry common to Redshroud assassins. Such training sessions have also extended to infiltration and exfiltration along with a multitude of stealth-centric arts to accompany her primary tasks in House Redshroud. Thusly, things like sleight of hand come naturally to Allyson. As House Redshroud is centered around the ‘Art of Elimination’, Allyson also has cursory knowledge of basic poisons and other alchemical solutions.

In addition to her physical abilities, Allyson has been disciplined by the mystics of her guild. Dubbed ‘Redshroud Mesmerism’, House Redshroud has developed a unique discipline of magic centered around sapping the power of the Eldritch deities that many worship. This power is then concentrated into their mesmerism. Her arts center mainly around augmenting her abilities, and modifying the world immediately around her with illusory phantasms, glamours, and figments.

Flaws:
►Lost Princess: Allyson is surely knowledgeable in her specializations, but beyond that, she does lack her fair share of knowledge about the mundane. Because of her extended stay in the Redshroud guild hideout, Allyson is quite naive about how the world works outside of her assassin’s guild. This manifests in a number of ways and it most often evident in her social interactions.

►Redshroud Bravery: Allyson is a trained assassin through and through. This comes with its drawbacks, though. The Redshroud assassins are known to harbor an indomitable bravery that some would mistake for recklessness and carelessness. She is a daredevil through and through.

►Marked By The Law: The lost princess has never been a fan of the concept of ‘law’. Her morality stems only from her honor and the tenants taught to her by the Redshrouds. Because of this, she has a tendency to struggle to comprehend why certain actions of hers are punishable. On top of that, the Empire doesn’t intend to let their finally found princess go so easily. Allyson is something of a ‘most-wanted’ fugitive amongst the Sheolian Empire and its allies.

►Weak Frame: While some of the Redshrouds are the pinnacle of the human physical form, many of the Redshroud mystics are quite the opposite. Allyson is by no means a brawler and has to rely entirely on skill and technique in combat.

►Redhot: Allyson has lived a rather lavish life as the poster child of the Redshrouds. Because of this, she has quite the temper when it comes to not getting her way. This is only made worse by the large role that violence has played in her life. Allyson has a tendency to get quite threatening or even lash out physically at anyone who offends her.

Equipment & Possessions:
►Weaponry: Allyson is rarely caught without her signature Redshroud arsenal. While it is not always complete, she tends to always carry a majority of her weapons. The typical Redshroud assassin wields daggers on chain and rope, a harpoon, warfans, and a tanto knife. Each weapon has its unique use in the Redshroud style.

►Personal Journal: A large part of Allyson’s training revolved around reflection. She always carries a personal record in which she meditates on her experiences, missions, and other daily occurrences. Allyson can often be seen archiving her thoughts throughout the day. A variety of sketches and diagrams are also contained within made throughout her training.

►Chemist’s Kit: Allyson has a cursory knowledge of alchemical poisons and always carries a set of vials and tools in her bag to be prepared.

Allyson is meant to be used in my original plot: Twin Destinies, viewable here.

Judith Calapsis

Most Common Alias: “Angeles Nona”
Most Common Pseudonym: “The Queen of Diamonds”

Age:

28

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Just a glance towards the woman reveals an air of jaunty elegance and smug revelry. Judith doesn’t stand tall at 5’3”, but she stands proud. She treads lightly but each step bears great motivation. Judith appears slight, almost too thin. Her appearance is precise and exact, readily prepared down to the last detail. This is particularly evident in her angular face and perfected yet subtle makeup. It has always been hard to pin Judith down to a point of origin. Most have heard a multitude of accents come from the girl, all of which appear rather accurate. Perhaps one of the most peculiar features about Judith is how her body seems to occasionally appear covered with tattoos only to have them leave without a trace another day. Whether it is an act of immense amounts of makeup or some sort of fake inking, it fits the girl perfectly. For above all else, Judith is a walking enigma.

Her earthy eyes are steady, and seem to always maintain a certain smugness or caution. Her conscious observance is obvious. Her short brown hair always appears to be readily styled in a sort of half curled style that brings an element of unrest to her appearance, though even in the madness, there is order… Somehow. Judith has a style of dress that perfectly fits her personality. She is most commonly seen adorned in a fashionable shawl of black. The color seems signature to her, an unexpected notion coming from the flashy woman. Alongside it comes her other signature: the matching fedora.

Agency/Organization:

Civilian Benefactor of Organized Crime

Education:

Judith dropped out of college halfway through her degree to pursue her riches where her skills truly lied. She has learned through the life of different organized crime syndicates since then.

Background:

She was the least likely villain, Judith. In her earliest years, she found a home in the epitome of small town suburbia. Even Judith herself was back then a very average girl: A bit shy and awkward, but she managed. Her life wasn’t bad in the grand scheme of things. She had a stroke of bad luck in the familial department with the divorced parents and alcoholic father, but no one hid it better than Judith. In truth, it had become so normal to her, that she never seemed affected by it. Perhaps it was the seemingly transparent backstory that made her who she was, though. She skirted by through high school, desperate to escape to somewhere with more glamour. Alas, she was no one special. Judith got average grades, but her intuition allowed her to pass well enough. Well enough to get her away at least.

Next stop: San Diego, California. Judith went to one of the most lavish, expensive universities she could be accepted into. Cost was no worry to her. The girl was married entirely on the idea of fleeing to the Golden State under the impression any costs not covered could be paid later. It was when she arrived at the beautiful college that her life would finally take off. Judith was intent on changing herself— her personality, her lifestyle… California turned out to be all that she could have hoped for. She lived through the fantasies of being the perfect stereotypical student, becoming almost addicted to the lifestyle of weekly revelry, binge drinking, and partying the weekends into a blurry stupor. Yet even with the facade of a stereotypical failed student, Judith did keep up with her schooling. With her dream life came the realization that she intended to remain living in luxury for the rest of her days. Her future career was important to her— at least, until she met him.

She wasn’t a day older than 19. That didn’t stop her. It never had. With just the fake slab of plastic and a flash of that pretty smile could get her into any club in town. She was pretty enough to drink well, even without increasing her ever growing deficit, but she never fell for the spell of a charmer at the bar. Damned Judith always wished she could take back the night. To give him up? No. She so woefully hates the cliche that surrounded their meeting. He was The Charmer; the one that caught her eye. The club cohabitated its environment with a casino, and who was Judith if not curious to indulge? He hustled cards like no other. Win. Win. Win. Win. All the chips went his way. He attracted more than just one onlooker. Further, it appeared Judith wasn’t the only onlooker that was more than a bit suspicious. Too many suits and earpieces watched like hawks, so she took interest; she looked closer, closer than all the others. She caught his game, and it was more exhilarating than any night of drinking she’d ever had.

Judith wasn’t about to let him off without saying something, but she couldn’t say it in front of everyone. To this day, Judith still manages to trick herself into thinking she approached him thinking her reasoning behind it was entirely monetarily based. The two dueled with hushed words, going round after round together. It was all the greater he continued to win as the two drank. Things only got stranger from there, though, as Judith’s point of interest was invited into a sort of hideaway room. He was big time. Whatever he was doing was high stakes, and that was just the kind of interest Judith needed.

On the promise of an explanation of his trick, Judith spent hours subtly making herself busy around the casino, always sure to stay close to that ever so mysterious door the man had wandered into. She nearly grew too tired and too sober to continue her ‘stakeout’, but just in time that the blasting sounds of gunfire almost wholly drowned out by the casino’s raucous music would have gone unnoticed to every patron had one not been listening too closely. She stood outside the doors for a less than thirty seconds more before her specimen barreled forth from the bowels of the building sporting himself a brand new briefcase. As he bolted for the exit, seeming to time every agile maneuver perfectly. Every suited man in the place seemed to converge, yet one by one, each was eluded as if God himself had touched the man with luck beyond belief. She wouldn’t let him get away.

Lazlow Renatus, he would later call himself: the man with The Luck of the Devil on his side’. It made it all the more sweet that a simple college girl managed to meet him at the Bugatti Chiron that awaited him just outside. Without concern for safety or logic, Judith joined the man in his car before the pair were both swiss-cheesed by an impressive array of firepower for a casino. Lazlow soon explained that he was a career gambler— the best there was, and he made sure he never lost. At the time, it all seemed dreamlike to the young Judith. She imagined he was just the pinnacle of a human cheat, but as time went on, it began to seem like more than that. The two soon furthered the cliche, madly in love. Lazlow taught Judith his trade. While she was by no means on his level, she could play cards with the pros in just a few months. She, like he, was a prodigy. It wasn’t long before Judith abandoned her degree in favor of taking to Lazlow’s travelling lifestyle. The two were, in essence, homeless, but they were by no means impoverished.

As the two spent more time together, Judith realized how many enemies Lazlow had made in his mysterious past. He wasn’t just running from it either… He was on the run. Who was after him, he never revealed, but that didn't deter Judith from being at his side. It seemed every town the man went to, someone knew him, and someone wanted a bullet in his skull. It was through time that their shared love of gambling became a shared passion for whatever crime was necessary. Things went swimmingly most of the time. Lazlow seemed untouchable, and thus Judith found herself the same. Lazlow had them winning so much that Judith started to notice they tended to play more for items of value than cash at this point. It was always one strange artifact or another on the table, and time and time again, the duo won. Where Lazlow was fencing off the items, Judith never knew. She was never concerned with it.

Life travelling cross country went well. The pair was a regular modern Bonnie and Clyde duo… Save for the murder at least, though the craziest bit of it all was that Judith never saw Lazlow lose. The peculiar observation was never questioned, though. Why would it be? The spree that followed the pair led them all the way to the little Bayou town of Saint James, Louisiana. Lazlow soon revealed that this was his hometown and he owned property here. To call it a casino would have been too nice. The tiny bar had a few card tables set up, always filled up with innumerous shady folk. They only intended to spend a few days in the backwater town before taking off once more, but complications soon arose.

Drinks were had with old friends, chips were thrown without caution. It was a great time, but word of Lazlow’s return travelled fast, and it seemed he was quite well respected in old Saint James. It was only a few hours into their stay that they started seeing those men… Bald men, all bearing sunglasses and dressed perfectly in jet black suits seemed ever present— always watching. Judith didn’t want to bring it up, but Lazlow was definitely on edge. A botched attempt at a subtle retreat left the pair standing cornered, face to face with one particular suited man flanked by his cohorts. They were after some particular artifact, and not one Judith had ever heard. Lazlow, the smug bitch that he was, played them off, and surely that contributed to the fact that seconds later, firearms were drawn. Seconds after that, guns were fired. Three bullets in total. Three bullets marked Lazlow in the chest. Judith stood and watched the recoil snap his torso back, and as that shaky exhale escaped his lips, Lazlow looked to Judith and spoke? Calling for a retreat, Lazlow shot forward in an attempt to wrestle the weapon from his main assailant. The confused and bewildered Judith was left sliding towards the exit with innumerous questions. Where was his blood? Why was he alive? Why were there no bullet wounds?

In Judith’s escape, the town was crawling with similarly dressed men in black. She had a hard enough time making it out as is, but she did manage to do so unscathed. As for Lazlow, what occurred is unknown to everyone Judith can find. The duo has not been reunited since. Judith found herself never leaving the lifestyle entirely, though. She used a large sum of the money she had accrued to become the proprietor of a few successful businesses, all of them largely surrounding museum curation or the casino industry. As it stands now, ‘Judith Calapsis’ is widely known in her trade for her work with anyone who can provide her more information on what might have happened. Her businesses deal in eldritch items all the while she seeks for her past lover’s killer. Most commonly, she works in close conjunction with a variety of organized crime syndicates. Perhaps Judith is most famous for having associated with Lazlow in the first place. His sphere of influence seems present even in his disappearance.

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Judith wasn’t alone forever. Of course, it wasn’t Lazlow that came back. A very interested buyer contacted her over some old possessions of the duo in their heyday. It was rather intriguing for Judith that these buyers came better equipped and more frightening than any black market group she had ever experienced working with. She was more than happy to work with them, but they seemed to know too much. A cursory mention of her real name made Judith ready to bolt at the first chance she got. Unfortunately, these guys came leagues more prepared to the deal than she expected. Swiftly apprehended, Judith was as uncooperative as was possible for a short time, though as the hours went on, she told her interrogators of her search for the fate of her disappeared cohort.

What appeared like a final stroke of bad luck for the luckiest girl on Earth, turned out just as things always do for Judith. The men revealed they didn’t intend to kill Judith. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were done with her. From that day forward, she was Delta Green’s agent through and through.

Personality:

Above all else, Judith Calapsis is one cocky bitch. Stubborn as hell, she is known for her particularly lavish lifestyle in which she’ll stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is by no means sheltered or spoiled in this sense, though. Judith is a go-getter, never afraid to get her hands dirty to handle her own business. She does have a tendency to get sidetracked when working, no doubt a side effect of never having a real job in which she had to stick to someone else’s schedule. Stemming from her constantly active attitude, Judith always seems to occupy herself with something no matter what the scenario.

Judith outwardly aims to project herself as someone with no fear, always ready for anything. In all actuality, her entire life is the product of old movie fantasies. She views herself almost as the star black widow in some old noir style crime film. Because of this, she’ll stop at nothing to perpetuate her story, which has certainly ran her into trouble with the law from time to time, but such a factor never bothered her. It was almost as if she romanticized the thought of being on the run. She’s given up her whole life and career studies for it after all. Judith never loses, even when she does lose, for there is nothing more in the world that the woman hates. Even through all the crazy nonsense that is Judith, she does seem to hold some sort of charm to her. She never really had the tendency to make enemies. Those all came as products of her particular skillset, but Judith does appear generally likeable.

In the thick of things, Judith’s panic manifests in strange ways. She never really finds herself outwardly expressing fear in any obvious manner, though she can get very talkative and anxious when the expected is completely ignored. Instead, when she finds herself more and more desperate, Judith tends to take unnecessary risks to escape the worst of scenarios. This has led to a great many folks thinking of her as a horrible partner. The weird of the world has always intrigued the gambler. She finds herself drawn towards things of eldritch nature, almost enticed by them. In this sense, she is more likely to accept the strange as they perpetuate her life of thrill. After all, above all else that is what Judith is: a career thrillseeker.

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Judith wasn’t alone forever. Of course, it wasn’t Lazlow that came back. A very interested buyer contacted her over some old possessions of the duo in their heyday. It was rather intriguing for Judith that these buyers came better equipped and more frightening than any black market group she had ever experienced working with. She was more than happy to work with them, but they seemed to know too much. A cursory mention of her real name made Judith ready to bolt at the first chance she got. Unfortunately, these guys came leagues more prepared to the deal than she expected. Swiftly apprehended, Judith was as uncooperative as was possible for a short time, though as the hours went on, she told her interrogators of her search for the fate of her disappeared cohort.

What appeared like a final stroke of bad luck for the luckiest girl on Earth, turned out just as things always do for Judith. The men revealed they didn’t intend to kill Judith. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were done with her. From that day forward, she was Delta Green’s agent through and through.

Likes:

Money
Winning
Gambling ("It's not a problem if you keep winning.")
Expensive Alcohol
Expensive Cars
Inexpensive Alcohol
Action

Dislikes:

Losing
Boring People
Meetings and Debriefings
Planning Ahead
People Who Think They Are Better Than Her

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Fears:

Judith has always had a mantra of fearing nothing. Deep down, though— as with everyone— this is certainly not the case. The 'Live Free and Die in a Fiery Explosion' sort of girl has her share of fears just like everyone else. Her life have been so inconsistent that consistency would leave Judith offput. The idea of stagnation or being forgotten in this empty world that she so desperately tries to control. The inevitability that is the meaninglessness of her existence. It is that, that she fears. Perhaps it is that existential worry that drives Judith's incessant bouts of revelry.

Skills:

Gifted(+5): Subterfuge, Awareness
Adept(+3): Persuade, Breaking-And-Entering, Marksmanship [Handguns]
Average(+2): Interrogation, Hand-to-Hand, Archaeology
Novice(+1): Demolitions/EOD, Crafting, Tactical Driving, Anthropology

Languages:

French, Italian, Russian

Weaknesses:

Brains over Brawn: Judith's physical capabilities aren't very difficult to discern. She is by no means a brute, thus, she will easily be physically outmatched by most. While she does have experience with her fair share of fast paced escape scenarios, there is no raw power hidden within her small form.

Career Gambler: Judith has spent the latter half of her life playing the odds for a living. A saying circulated about the regular 'Bonnie' in her circles what said 'Judith would play a hand with the devil if she could'. She has lived as possibly one of the most impulsive people alive. Lazlow had always said to fear nothing, and those were some damn good words to live by. It is that playing the odds that keeps her feeling alive. This is as much a curse as one might expect. Judith is just about the least thrifty person around. Money is something that comes and goes faster than her mind can keep up. It is as much an addiction to gamble as they make it out to be.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:

Clothing:
Judith's common style has her sporting a black dress or a simple top and skirt of a similar color. Falling over top, Judith sports a jacket acting as a hybrid for utility and fashion. Atop her head a fedora lies precariously ready to fall off at the heed of any action scenario. High black socks and shoes are always present in Judith's style, though the brands and specifications tend to vary. She tends to carry a few accessories around as well, such as a shawl or sunglasses.

Weapons:
Judith holds a Glock 26 in her satchel or pocket depending on the scenario, and she has a tendency to carry her main sidearm for business, a Glock 19 equipped with a silencer even when not on the job. No matter the situation, Judith is always armed with a stiletto blade.

Tools/Equipment:
Contained in a satchel with a false lining, Judith carries a snap gun, a flask of liquid courage, a lighter, three cell phones (one of which is seemingly always accidentally unmuted), a pack of cigarettes, as well as a few thousand dollars in currencies both physical and digital.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:

Clothing:
Judith’s operational clothing is most often no different from her standard attire, but she might more commonly where a coat with pockets for utility and gloves.

Weapons:
Judith’s signature weapon of choice when getting down to business is the silenced Glock 19. Due to the nature of her business, she is most comfortable with just a sidearm only for purposes of subtlety. When in serious cases, Judith carries two of her Glocks, both armed with silencers and laser sights. Her stiletto knife also maintains presence when Judith carries her operational equipment.

Tools/Equipment:
Judith’s satchel acts as a main storage for all of her operational equipment. Concealed within is her a glass cutter, a multitool, and a rather impressive and extensive makeup kit held presumably to forge disguises. Alongside these unique tools, Judith carries everything she would carry outside of her operational outfitting.

Name
Ishtar Astarte Resheph

Titles
Keeper of the Forbidden Archives, The Blighted Recordkeeper, The Cursed Doomsayer

Age
49

Race
Human (Wight)

Training
Ishtar has no official training, but she spent a great deal of time around other necromancers and cultists. Thusly, she has quite a bit of insight into their darker arts.

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Personality
Despite her youthful appearance, Ishtar comes off as a shattered soul that has seen too much. There is malice in her gaze and contempt in every word she speaks. Despite this, she is by no means a violent soul. While standoffish, Ishtar combats her opponents first with her vast knowledge before ever resorting to lash out physically at an adversary. In such endeavors, Ishtar may come off as slightly arrogant and conceited. This doesn’t change her overarching mentality however, for deep inside Ishtar truly wishes to protect the world from the dark secrets she’s plagued her brain with. This leaves her with quite the loner mentality, but Ishtar is not opposed to working with others should she respect their intellect or abilities.

Even beyond that, there is still some noticeable softness to Ishtar’s heart no matter how deeply she buries it. This comes alive in the presence of some of her habits. When one enters her workspace, they would notice a number of plants dotted around, all of them wilted or dying due to her Curse of the Blighted. Nonetheless, Ishtar secretly wishes she could cultivate life as easily as she could before she chose to cultivate undeath. When it comes to the fauna of the forest that react to her with ominous rage, Ishtar still tries to befriend the animals around her. She’s taken to doing this through masking the scent of death on her person with a number of concocted perfumes, though none succeed in great degrees.

History
On a date long lost to history, a young girl was born in the fragmented Eamonvale to a stalwart warrior and his bride. They called her Inanna Astarte Resheph, but that was not a name she would bear for many more years. She grew up well taken care of by her two parents as they adhered strictly to religious dogmas of the distant temples of the Archclericy. Because of this, Inanna’s parents were rather strict in sheltering her during her upbringing. This caused the young girl to be very curious about the facets of the world from which she was kept. Perhaps things would have been vastly different for her had Inanna been able to maintain that happy family life, but as a swathe of pestilential vermin overtook the city and local fields, food grew sparse and the food that was available was often plagued with disease.

Inanna’s mother was among the first victims of the plague that struck across Eamonvale. To deal with death so young was not easy for the young girl, and her father’s warrior mentality did not do much to assist her. Inanna chose to shut herself away, severely disconnecting from the people around her. As much as she wanted to stay locked away in her room, though, Inanna found her solitude maddening. When her father was so often lost in his own work, Inanna often took to the village’s library where she could bury herself in books. It was at this local library where she befriended a librarian who would notice her plight and offer suggestions for books of fantastic tales. It was one particular genre that Inanna found herself drawn to as she sifted through massive catalogues: stories of battling lords of undeath.

It wasn’t as much the heroes of her stories that captivated Inanna’s interest as much as the cultists of the undead. Her nascent mind was mesmerized by the concept of escaping death. Inanna could only imagine what she could have done to save her mother if she had the power of her profane role models. That wishful thinking morphed into something much more profound and urgent when Inanna found that she had caught an atrophying plague herself. She poured herself into her studies, seeking out only books that could clue her in further on the secrets of necromancy. Things came to a head when Inanna began to piece together a simple necromantic concept called lifedrinking, which acts as a form of staving off death and necrosis by consuming the life force of other prepared through various means. The implications of such a dangerous tradition were entirely lost on Inanna in her pursuit to escape the fate of her mother.

This first casting of necromantic magic was infantile, but it succeeded nonetheless due to Inanna’s careful research and vastly expansive amount of sourcebooks. To feed herself in such a spell, Inanna was required to drain lifeforce from a living animal. This task was easy enough with a few grazing fields in close proximity to her residence in Eamonvale, and for the next few weeks, Inanna managed to combat her atrophying body’s symptoms. Such careless spellcasting didn’t go without notice much longer than that, however. For it wasn’t only Inanna that whispered of dark arts in Eamonvale’s night air.

The night appeared quiet, but Eamonvale was anything but as a procession of sickened cultists in their twisted forms paraded through the streets. Most citizens locked themselves away in the homes, and that seemed to do the trick. Any guardsmen that went out to face them met the same fate as his brothers that went before. The cultists were not there to take over the town or raze it to the ground, though. They toiled up to only a number of houses, calmly forcing their ways inside and taking a small number of inhabitants as slaves. All of the captured townspeople had one thing in common: they were vile figures known only as evil among the populace. Inanna may have thought she was safe locked away with her father, but as the procession smashed the door open, she saw visions of doom for the first time. It was revealed that a number of Eamonvale residents had given a list of vile people to the cultists as a form of tribute as to allow the good people to survive. What Inanna soon learned was that she had made the list. The librarian she had so often found helpful had been clued in to the dark musings of the young girl. Inanna sought to fight back with her father at her side, but as she was clasped in the bony hands of her captors, her father looked to her only with a longing gaze of despair. He now knew of her toilings and he had no intention of forgiving her.

With no hope left, Inanna is taken towards the center of Telduria to a camp on a desolate stretch of land somewhere between the Coven of Barrows and Morazuin. Hidden away was an encampment of cultists subordinate to the liches of the Coven of Barrows, many of whom were undead themselves. It was there that Inanna had in spirit died, born again under the name Ishtar in servitude to the worshippers of undeath. While a number of her duties were more physical in nature, Ishtar was by no means strong enough to accomplish much. It wasn’t long before she found herself lucky enough to act as a keeper of all the stolen books coveted by the cult. In her work, she spent hours sorting through them and maintaining the upkeep of the makeshift library as her superiors scoured the texts in hopes of finding relevant ancient knowledge to further practice their art. It was at this post that Ishtar was first really acquainted with the breadth of everything necromancy had to offer.

Finally realizing the power of the knowledge at her fingertips, Ishtar felt a duty to protect the secrets that ‘her’ library acquired in hopes that she could bring what she had learned back to the Archclericy should she ever be able to escape and flee to the temples— a wishful hope that she never gave up on in her time at the cultist escarpment. Her good-natured motivations did, however, dwindle over the years as Ishtar opted to start using the necromantic arts she studied freely to give her the necessary abilities to endure the years of servitude.

Ishtar spent innumerable years at the escarpment, aging very little in her time there due to her growing necromantic prowess. As she originally expected, an inevitable surge of troops in allegiance to the Order of the Radiant Sun tore through the encampment like gale force winds. In this instance, Ishtar felt a fear she hadn’t felt since her time in Eamonvale. In a decisive moment of deception, Ishtar surrendered herself to the Order acting as if she had been an innocent captive the whole time she was there. It was this bluff that allowed her to be rescued and taken back to Valon. With her manipulative wit, Ishtar offered that since she had been in such close proximity to the vile arts entombed in the forbidden grimoires of the cult that she could assist the Order of the Radiant Sun in protecting further minds from being tainted by such knowledge by acting as a keeper of their Forbidden Archives. Although things didn’t start so glamorously, it wasn’t more than a handful of years before Ishtar went from a simple recordkeeper to the title of Forbidden Archivist. In her cunning trickery, she had found herself just the position she needed to propagate her studies to an extreme degree. She was exactly where she wanted to be: protecting and studying the eldritch knowledge hidden in ancient books of dark lore.

Things weren’t all so perfect in Ishtar’s life, though. She had become so reliant on her vile magics to keep herself upright, that her own upkeep had become more and more difficult to hide from her superiors in the order. Her body deteriorated in greater degrees as she began to look more like the twisted undead she had once forsaken. In a cowardly effort to maintain her position as Forbidden Archivist, Ishtar locked herself away in the archives, forbidding entry to most, and even then visitors were only accepted on sparse occasions due to a number of off-the-cuff excuses. Her body was failing and atrophying away, and she knew only one way to stave off the inevitable. Ishtar chose to seek out a powerful ritual called the Canopic Rite of Animation— a decision that she would never be able to reverse. Throwing caution to the wind, Ishtar locked herself in the archives, viscerally extracting a number of her organs and preserving them magically in enchanted canopic jars. Doing so allowed her body to function as though the organs were present as long as she sustained herself on lifeforce drained from living beings. These canopic jars had to be kept whole, for if they were broken, her body would slowly fail. While most of her jars were kept scattered about and hidden in the Forbidden Archives, she always kept her Jar of Heart in close proximity.

It was at this point that Ishtar became acutely aware that she was becoming something less than human. Necromantic lore according to the Canopic Rite of Animation would have referred to her as a ‘Wight’: a creature tainted so greatly by vile magic that she now almost fully sustained herself on her dark arts. Her body, when not sufficiently energized via necromantic draining, would warp beyond human recognition, echoing a twisted reflection of what she once was. Her limbs would elongate unevenly, her spine would stoop and bend, and she would move as a monster bounding about in agile voracity. Realizing what she had done, Ishtar gave herself the ultimatum that the dark lore she surrounded herself with had to be protected at all costs lest others find themselves in her position. She gave notice that the Forbidden Archives would remain sealed for a number of years, but suspicions in other administrative portions of the Order grew far to great to disregard Ishtar’s actions.

In an act of complete subordination, a paladin of the Order disregarded the orders of his superiors and raided the archives to press Ishtar for answers. The confrontation that followed did not end well for either party. As the paladin stumbled from the archives having been wounded a number of times, he charged down the temple’s corridors for help. In his battle, he did manage to shatter one of Ishtar’s canopic jars, thusly wounding her greatly when he uncovered her secrets. Ishtar knew she had to flee.

When the paladin returned to the archives with reinforcements, it was discovered that the doors to the archives were sealed behind a massive tumorous gate of flesh and pestilence, growing back as the Order’s men slashed at it as if fighting to protect the archives. This was the result of a massive ritual spell prepared by Ishtar in a last resort to protect her canopic jars and the lore of the archives. After the completion of such a powerful necrotic ritual, Ishtar knew she was drained and had no chance to fight back against the whole of the Order of the Radiant Sun. She fled the Archclericy altogether heading for The Grand Kingdom of Kron Nesis to disguise herself as a simple human mage. She found herself offering to work for the court wizard, hoping to one day strategize to retake the archives before the seal is broken and her canopic jars are shattered. As selfish as her motivations may have seemed, the twisted creature recognized in her final moments in the archives the dangers in her art. Now seeking to protect others from its vile grip, she finds herself consumed with the perpetual protection of ancient secrets from the populace, though her laymen’s position doesn’t offer much as it stands. In the end, Ishtar is simply grateful she was able to cut deals with the court mage in Kron-Nesis. Her particular knowledge had value to him, but Ishtar is kept under a close watch as the court mage did well to detect her true nature despite her facade.

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Appearance:
Kana is by no means an imposing figure to be feared. With such small stature, she doesn’t carry much of an intimidating appearance. Instead, quite the opposite may be true as she often may appear rather sickly and weak. Her slight form is contrasted only by the mechanical appearance of her cybernetic arms— both appearing as slick and dark gunmetal limbs. Her prostheses have a very industrialized aesthetic, built from other pieced together cyberware. Kana is clearly of Korean descent, opting to dye her natural hair a lighter platinum blonde. She keeps her hair very well so that her straightened locks fall just around her neck. Very rarely is Kana seen without wearing a pair of circular spectacles. She has a knack for urban fashion, opting to dress with flashy aesthetics that have an unaccounted for tendency to stand out in the rural Suribachi.

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Flaws:

Name: Mother Tatiana (Thana) Leviatan

Age: 19

Height/Weight: 5’4” // 126 lbs

Race: Tatiana was said to have descended from a T’saeren immigrants to Lanostre, but that was all too many generations ago. For simplicity’s sake, she calls herself Lanostran.

Appearance:

Just glancing at Tatiana is enough to catch the general vibe she gives off. The girl’s posture is loose and relaxed, and she generally takes on a curved stance in some way, be it slumping over in a chair or cocking her hip to one side whilst upright. Either way, it is relatively uncommon to see Tatiana in that fully ready ‘at attention’ stance that one might expect of an inquisitor, lest such formalities were required. Despite this lax display, though, Tatiana tends to her appearance quite a bit. Her skin is rather fair, commonly enough for such a diluted bloodline in the Varyan expanse. Tatiana is visibly much less than one might expect in terms of a warrior’s body. She maintains a slim figure, with spindly limbs.

What appears even more readily presentable is Tatiana’s rounded visage and variable hairstyle. Her jet black locks curve to perfectly frame around her face, but otherwise maintain a straightened length falling just down to her shoulders. While it isn’t uncommon for Tatiana to allow her hair to be kept in such a straight and simple style, she is also known to tie her hair up in an updo, offering a much more practical look when it comes to trekking through plains of ice. Her emerald eyes appear prominent, visible through even the fiercest blizzards.

It isn’t always that Tatiana wears her inquisitor’s uniform, but even outside of such a regal outfit, Tatiana tends to dress herself quite elegantly. Often times, a plain white shirt, flaring slightly out at its end meets a pair of blue pants trimmed with a gold lining. Tatiana matches such an outfit with an officer’s coat of a similar blue and gold. She holds the article in rather high regard, under the impression its a sort of heirloom that her family has had for all too long now.

Personality:
Despite the strange circumstances that led to her becoming a priestess, Tatiana is rather gracious for her position- at least, it appears that way externally. She is friendly to all her fellow inquisitors, but it isn’t difficult to see that there is something off about her when it comes to actual operations. Outside of heavy mission sort of scenarios, Tatiana is much more light-hearted. It isn’t uncommon that she would throw around witty remarks and jokes despite the context of the situation. Of all the inquisitors, Tatiana may be viewed as one of the least matured. This extends even to her position as an ordained priest. She tends to view her position rather unseriously, despite the serious duty that her work encompasses. Even with this attitude, Tatiana rarely leaves her duties unaccomplished or sloppily done, but a certain hesitation accompanies her all too often, especially when she is tasked with carrying out Varya’s will.

Deep down, Tatiana has always struggled with her devotion to Varya. While she doesn’t dare dissent, she isn’t fully accepting of his conqueror practices. It is especially conflicting for her as she never fully accepted the ideals that her Lanostran homeland embodied either. This dissonance in her mind leaves Tatiana quite conflicted, and she thus views herself as something of an outcast and her outgoing practices act as her struggling to find a place for her in the companionship she forges. In the eyes of the public, Tatiana is often considered a very generous, moral, and people-minded person. This is juxtaposed by her abilities, however, leaving a certain air of concern exhibited by those in her presence. Strangely enough, while Tatiana is rather uninhibited socially, this can be turned down a notch when she finds herself away from her squad. She has grown far more comfortable with herself around her fellow inquisitors, but in public, things tend to be a slight bit different.

Background:
The young Thana (given the Varyan name of Tatiana) was born to a rather wealthy Lanostran family with parents emblematizing the epitome of duality. Her mother was a prominent Lanostran combatant, while her father was the perfect example of a man of science. It was the way of his family, and as such, he too, was also a journeyman in his field. Perpetuating the stereotype, Tatiana lived a rather pampered life with both her parents loving her greatly. There was more to the family than the lovely front than that, however.

Despite the boisterously prideful figure Tatiana’s mother was, she came to openly accept the idea that Lanostre would bow willingly Varyan sovereignty. Perhaps it was because of the consequences of dissent or perhaps it was simply reciprocal respect for allowing Lanostran warriors like herself to rank highly in the military. As time went on, though, it became clear to a young Tatiana that what spurred her mother’s subordination: fear… Thus, a false nationalism was born into the Leviatan family, which would inevitably lead to the coercion of Tatiana to pursue a profession as an inquisitor. Her feelings on the subject were rather mixed, but it seemed clear that she wasn’t the soldier her mother was. Even despite this clear ineptitude, when Tatiana finally came of age, she was sent out into the glacial wastes to slay her own demon.

The perilous journey was extremely hard on the girl. Before she had even made the trek to the black glacier alongside her father, Tatiana was already worn to her last breath. While other Lanostran children had honed skills, it appeared Tatiana was no match. When finally facing down one of the alien-like creatures, Tatiana stood weakly against its might. Within a short minute, she was almost horribly rended by the beast, obviously outmatched. Her cries for assistance seemed to fall on deaf ears, however. For some reason, Tatiana’s father held back despite his promises to rescue his child. It seemed just for the moment, he refused, intent on letting Tatiana fend for herself.

In that final moment, Tatiana felt herself falter. It was her end and there was nothing she could do. All that filled her panicking mind were rageful thoughts. How could her father have let this happen? As the creature tore forward in a final assault, Tatiana stopped herself, a moment of clarity rushing through her like an inventor’s insight. One word came to mind: Stop.

And with that simple thought, it seemed that just for a moment Tatiana’s inevitable fate was delayed. That single second delay was all Tatiana’s father needed to step in. Pride emanating from his very being. This was the first moment Tatiana had finally learned of her talents with Ether, and what followed was a long conversation with his father about their ancestors: a very particular T’saeren research team. Having finally found the prodigious talent of his daughter, Tatiana’s father devoted countless hours into raising his daughter as an inquisitor. He knew she may have the talents he witnessed in her trial at the Black Glacier, but he never told Tatiana what power she might have held.

The young woman was then nearly forced into her new lifestyle in the Red Seminary despite any reluctance. While she didn’t leave that day with the title of R'heon, Tatiana came out knowing of her large ether pool. Only weeks passed before Tatiana was shipped off to the Red Seminary. Her life completely turned upside down.

Talents/Ethereal Abilities:

Demonic Summoner - Deep within Tatiana lies an extremely powerful pool of ether. The largely untapped potential within her seems focused wholly on one particular ability: the enslavement and domination of the demons of the Black Glacier. Before the discovery of such, Tatiana’s time in the Red Seminary was just as she lived beforehand. A great deal of her time was spent trying to discover what abilities she held, but she was unsuccessful up until the point at which she was allowed to take the pilgrimage back to the Black Glacier. The extent of this ability is dizzyingly variable. The common principles shared by all summoners are the ability to command demonic entities at their will, and summon them to the summoner’s location. This combination allows for the ‘capturing’ of a demon in which a summoner wrests control from the demon’s mind away from the creature itself.

Tatiana has found herself capable of enslaving one of these creatures to come at her beck and call so far. It appears alien-like, bearing massive curled horns and fur tufts in a seemingly patched randomly around its body. One might say its visage almost resembles a goat’s, while its long tail resembles that of a rat. While unable to manipulate the world in nonphysical manners like other demons have the ability to do, Tatiana’s beast has immense physical prowess when it comes to both power and speed. Because of this, Tatiana acts as something of a commander for her frontline fighter.


Symbiotic - Tatiana had spent a great deal of time in the Red Seminary believing herself to have no supernatural abilities. This almost got to the point where she felt useless in comparison to her comrades who each flourished in their own fields. This all changed when Tatiana discovered her excellence in working at the Black Glacier. Ever since her talent finally came to light, Tatiana has completely reworked her tactical abilities. In combat, it is often seen that Tatiana works almost flawlessly in conjunction with her summoned beasts, both her and the creatures working off of one another's strengths and weaknesses. One might even go as far as to compare them to symbiotic organisms.

Personal Seal:

General Information

NAME:
Cassandra “Cass” Cantos

ALIASES // TITLES:
N/A

SEX:
Female

AGE:
23

APPEARANCE:
Standing at a rather diminutive 5’5”, Cass is a wispy character that carries herself with a certain light swagger in her step. It’s clear that she is sure of herself, shown through the flowing nature of her calm and collected movements. Though she might come off as weak, that delicacy and gentleness Cass acts with is firmly rooted in confidence. Her dark hair is kept in a slightly unkempt bob cut falling just far enough to brush along her shoulders at length. While Cass’s black locks contrast heavily with her light skin, her hair is even more accentuated with the lock of pink dye running just to the side of her forehead. Cass has eyes that almost shine with a bright amber color, constantly perked and analyzing her surroundings.

Cass is most often seen in muted colors, wearing only what would be practically applicable to her lifestyle and undertakings. As such, she swears by her dull grey jacket, lined with straps and pockets for utility while also maintaining a sleek streetwear design. A pair of tights or grey military pants complement her style well, and she tops it off with a set of combat boots. Cass usually carries a backpack with her and is not often seen without her weapon, as obvious as it is.

OCCUPATION:
Cass has spent the past few years of her life in the employ of a private investigator located in South City. She was considered an assistant, but worked most of the cases with her employer. Cass has spent a lot of time moving about the streets gathering and exchanging information with the locals. A number of her cases also involved corporate clients and targets, forcing Cass and her partner to find themselves in a number of less than ideal situations involving clandestine operations. Her work as a private investigator essentially ended when he partner was killed in action.

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:
In Campbell’s employ, Cass’s role is rather diverse as she serves as a sort of ‘operator’ for the campaign. With her knowledge of street dealings, investigative skills, and time working the black market, Cass has acquired the necessary skills to work as a street informant and investigator for Campbell. While others may take more active roles in the campaign itself, Cass opts to work from behind the scenes, gathering information and heading investigative endeavors, be it espionage or just working with the masses on a clandestine level.

Just short of a sort of razor girl, Cass acts as a sort of overseer of the underground in the campaign. She is a watcher, gathering knowledge on the understanding of the collective populous of the Reclaim Zone. With her connections throughout the city and her experience in business, she acts on any needs that require a fixer or investigator. Campbell’s campaign is a tumultuous and ever-changing front. With Cass on the front-lines as a liason to the people and secretive dealings that may be influencing the campaign, bringing back information to Campbell and the team so that they may act accordingly. This can involve learning about the sway of other candidates or looking into the motives and actions of larger entities such as gangs and corporations involving the elections.

Psychological Profile

PERSONAL GOAL:
Aside from struggling just to survive, Cass pushes herself forward knowing that she still has unfinished business. With both of her livelihoods destroyed and neither culprit justly apprehended, Cass seeks to take matters into her own hands. In doing so, she intends to build herself into someone more capable and durable as a person. She knows that her problems were in part owed to her own ineptitudes. Finding out who attacked Primer Investigations and locating Felix’s killer is more important to her as a personal and retributive vendetta than an act of vengeance against someone who tried to kill her. Knowing that Felix was driving their office down a path above their pay grade, Cass knows that whatever her partner was onto was big, and finding his killer may help further reveal the plot he was uncovering so that she could continue in his stead.

Because of the consistently dangerous work that Cass has undertaken throughout her life, she seeks to adapt beyond the moment. While she has lived a mostly reactionary life, losing out and narrowly escape with her life on multiple endeavors, Cass is now more focused on cementing herself as a force of nature. This involves better outfitting herself to deal with her work, upgrading her equipment and cybernetics to ultimately reclaim the status she once held under the Mammoth. While it isn’t necessarily Cass’s goal to become a kingpin of the fixer game, she wants a greater grasp on her own influence be it through her own empire or through the employ of a powerful figure. That stands as her most dangerous trait— the desire to escape her ‘wayward soul’ mentality and attain something worth her devotion.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:
Cass initially found Campbell through data of Felix’s past contacts. While she knows that Campbell may not lead her directly to her goal in pursuing the mystery of the downfall of Primer Investigations, Cass intends to utilize Campbell’s platform and his familiarity with Felix’s contacts to further her own investigation. In doing so, she knows that she would be assisting Campbell in return. In some strange way Cass has come to believe that assisting Campbell in his rise through the political ranks would be right in the eyes of Felix. It is almost a continuation of the penance she was paying by working to balance her negative past.

Cass intends to elevate Campbell as much as she can from her position of deflecting and informing on external forces acting on his campaign. To do so inevitably allows her to extend her own influence and work with Campbell to discover the greater plot behind Felix’s assassination while also maintaining a position of greater power. With her specific position, Cass sees herself happily employed as a determiner of fates as she is able to cripple or bring along other organizations in the wake of Campbell’s success with how she directs the flow of information.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:
Due to her upbringing, the presence of power has become a defining part of a person’s character in Cass’s mind. She finds that she has a lot to prove and intends to make her inherent sway and ability known. Willful and ready to stand her ground, Cass has grown tired of the untouchable input on the lives of the population. Above all else, she just wants to live free of the influence of others, be they corporations, government influences, or mob hierarchies. Because of this, Cass wrestles with a certain dissonant selfishness. Her morality revolves around her experiences alone. Of course, this doesn’t mean Cass is entirely selfish. Her greatest drives revolve around bringing that sense of freedom she strives for herself to the masses. That lack of individuality in the eyes of world’s powers eats at Cass more than anything.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:
Cass defines herself politically with a great influence from the gang philosophies that were all around her as she grew up. To her, there is a certain unbreakable bond that can be formed between allies that transcends law, loyalty, and death. Of course, just as easily as these bonds are made, one must expect to be lied to. In accepting this streetwise mentality, Cass doesn’t really align herself with any of the major political parties outright as she grew up believing that the government outweighed any positive impacts with negative ones. Holding her close allies above all else, Cass is also against major corporate entities as they tend to represent something beyond the common man to her.

Due to her wholly laissez-faire style of interacting with any superior entities and the fact that Cass intends to stand her ground against corporations and politicians most closely aligns her with the Pirate Party. Her beliefs, however, are much more diverse as she also accepts the general moral compass of the HyperHuman Party to be the most sound despite its small scale acceptance. Deep down somewhere inside her, Cass finds herself driven by the good message of the HyperHuman Party, but doesn’t allow herself to fully seek good when she finds so much personal struggle present in her life. Cass additionally supports a small number of similar NTP legislations due to the fact that she is heavily augmented and seeks only to upgrade her connection with the machines.

SECRETS:
►Fugitive Status
Between her time in the Mammoth’s mob and her time at Rockland, Cass has quite the negative resume. She keeps her past closely guarded for this reason. She fears what may come to her if it is discovered that she is still actively a wanted fugitive in the New York Seaboard and surrounding megaregions. Not only is there a fear of a once friend becoming a greed-driven bounty hunter, but Cass also holds a fear that all she has worked for in South City will be destroyed in a smear of her character. While she isn’t known as the most savory individual already, she could be burned entirely from Campbell’s campaign if any particularly powerful entity cared to publically go after her.

► The Fixer
Despite her newfound political work, Cass still retains quite a bit of the knowledge she accrued during her work as a fixer under her father. Many of the practices utilized in dealing illicit goods have transferred over to her information gathering practices as Campbell’s investigator. As much as she fronts as Campbell’s above-board detective and eyes on the street, Cass still maintains her connections to the seedy gangs, dealers, and underground characters throughout the Reclaim Zone. She keeps her work as clandestine as possible to the point where even her fellow campaign workers may not know the extent to which she goes to gather information. Cass has even been known for being a covert employee of Campbell’s in the sense that she doesn’t openly admit that she works for a political campaign in fear that she may lose some of her connections in doing so. Most of her underground connections believe her to be a sort of razor girl, fixer, or private investigator.

FEARS:
► Solitude & Intimacy
While Cass maintains a wholly fearless outward appearance, she cannot escape what’s in her own head. Having lost her family in the mob’s downfall and having lost Felix under strange circumstances, Cass is at a loss for connecting closely with people. She began to believe that she could have been the problem. Whether she acknowledges it or not, Cass fears any sort of deeper connection with allies, both for her sake and theirs.

► Ripper Docs
Having seen the more esoteric side of the Ripper Docs, Cass has been exposed to the mania that often comes with unlicensed medical personnel who take apart bodies for a living. While she can’t avoid Black Clinics altogether, Cass is weary every time she is around a Ripper Doc. It’s as though she senses beyond any good intentions and projects her own vile motivations onto the keepers of the Black Clinics.

REPUTATION:
Cass has quite the mixed reputation and general opinion of her can vary on a national scale. While she is currently a wanted criminal in the New York Seaboard, her reputation in the Reclaim Zone is vastly different. Amongst the street dives and derelict clubs of her home district, Cass is seen to represent a sort of outlaw, though she maintains a well-liked status by the district’s inhabitants. Despite her shady and clandestine work and motives, Cass is seen as a friend to many, playing off of her time working as a private eye to garner a number of connections in the community. As such, Cass connects well with underground factions, bartenders, and other streetwise individuals, but may be view with an unsavory eye by high level corporations and politicians that may visit the Reclaim Zone. Overall, it is clear to most that Cass is a character full of secrets, but the benefits she brings often outweigh the caution that is initially felt upon working with her.

LIKES:
► Control

► Excitement

► Technology

► Secrecy

► Her Work

DISLIKES: (Same as above)
► The Law System

► Corporate Entities

► Inadaptability

► Intimacy in Allies

QUIRKS:
►Tends to stay silent in large groups

►Has a strange fascination with weaponry and often fidgets with her armaments

Background Information

”Every man and woman has their edge, but only those who expect to be cut and utilize their own will find themselves rising above.”

The young Cass Cantos never was. In the beginning, there was only Cassie Venador. Born to a complex pair of unmarried parents in New York City, Cassie lost contact to her mother before she could form lasting memories. Her father, Anton “Mammoth” Venador ran a rather lucrative operation working as one of Rockland county’s big time Fixers. The Mammoth was known for his wide variety. The man could get you anything you needed. Guns, grafts, cyberware, information, tech, it all fell into his hands whether from illicit contacts or production at its base level. An operation as big as the Mammoth’s, however, required a lot of devotion to maintain a successful enterprise. As such, the Mammoth’s business was his life, and therefore Cassie’s life as well.

Cassie grew up with her father’s money, but she was also deeply entrenched in the family business. With any sense of a moral compass malformed, Cassie would assist her father in bookkeeping and warehouse operation until she finally grew old enough to work as a liason for the Mammoth. As much as Cassie wanted to be a fixer like her father, she was young and hungry to jump into the business in full swing even with her lacking knowledge of the business. Immediately, the young and sheltered girl started taking on more than she could handle. Trying not only to work the jobs her father gave to her but also find and work with new clients at the same time. It wasn’t long before Cassie was building her own unique team within her father’s business— protection, runners, and regular clients all found their way into Cassie’s circle. For the first time, she was finally able to connect with others outside of her father’s sheltering.

The most important of all her newfound connections was a client that Cassie had taken a particular liking to. “Irish”, as he was called, was buying guns— larger shipments than Cassie could handle alone— but he was much more to her than a client with a wallet larger than he should have had. Irish was a friend to Cassie, perhaps even the first real friend she could make outside of the Mammoth’s mob. They would meet weekly just to be together, and it wasn’t long before Cassie wanted them to work together. Irish couldn’t agree more. With the largest order he’d ever wanted to fill in motion, Cassie had no choice but to go to her father.

Only then would Cassie find that the most meaningful part of her life was the biggest lie she would ever come to realize. Upon the final meeting Cassie would have with her father, the Mammoth’s warehouse was stormed. A last attempt to fight back from the Mammoth’s mob and the failsafes buried in his warehouse left the building a firestorm of rigged explosives and rattling gunfire. Irish was revealed as a criminal informant, and everyone in the Mammoth’s highest circle was taken down. Few left uninjured. Cassie was no exception, waking up in a hospital having lost an arm and a leg to explosive shrapnel. Her father’s money staved off that problem, though. While the Mammoth was fighting the death penalty off, the still underage Cassie was fed into the system. Managing to avoid actual prison, Cassie was given to Rockland Psychiatric Hospital. The greatest surprise didn’t come until she was checked in, however, when she learned that Irish was admitted as well, double-crossed and spit out by the Enforcer task force that wanted Anton Venador.

As much as Cassie thought herself untouchable and vengeful, she couldn’t bring herself to kill Irish. She tried as a matter of fact, but his woeful explanations almost swayed her back to the side of her love. Nonetheless, Cassie’s anger prevailed even throughout the psychiatric help she received and as she learned who her father really was, what he’d done, and who it affected. Cassie was as combative as they came, and while her hopes of ever leaving Rockland were nonexistent, there was one man that dared to change that. His coordinated plan came in the middle of the night. Despite her indignation, Cassie couldn’t say no to Irish in the heat of the moment. He broke her out— just her.

Upon her escape, Cassie was just as much a fugitive as she was before her admission. Fearing she’d be found anywhere in the New York Seaboard or in any of the eastern megaregions with heavy Enforcer presences, she made for as far away as she could. To establish herself in South City was no easy task. Cassie had nothing in terms of experience that qualified her for above board work. Her cyberware was lackluster, and her skills on the street were nascent. Working as a razorgirl wouldn’t have gone well and she couldn’t set herself up as a fixer without connections, money, and time. Cassie did have one thing, however. She had her name, bearing proof that she worked with the Mammoth. She was experienced and knowledgeable in her own right, and that was all she needed to at least find work.

Cassie had a chance meeting with a private investigator by the name of Felix Primer. Her unique circumstances managed to draw pity from the down-on-his-luck PI. He took her in as an assistant and partner in training. With the New York Seaboard behind her, Cassie Venador had to die with her past, with her father, and with Rockland. Taking on the Name Cass Cantos, she worked with Felix for a number of years. Gathering information on the streets and easing her way into connecting with the Reclaim Zone, Cass made herself a name and a reputation in South City. Finally she had the money she’d needed to tune up her government cyberware. For the first time, Cass found herself as right with the world as she could be. Felix’s partnership didn’t last forever, though. Cass hadn’t changed a bit and Felix only fed into her ambition. They were notorious for taking on cases too big to handle. When an assassin finally came, tearing through their office, Felix was killed and Cass was back to square one.

With nowhere else to turn, Cass found herself going to a man listed in some of Felix’s contact books, Dexter Campbell. He needed a team. Cass needed work, and keeping the office running after it had been nearly destroyed wasn’t sustainable. She looked into Campbell as much as she would any other new client, and that was all the reassurance she needed. As crooked as Cass was throughout her life, Campbell’s campaign was quite a change of scenery. Nonetheless, Cass moved on the opportunity. Campbell knew Felix well and trusted Cass with business. That was all she needed

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS:
►Vehemetech Cyberlimbs [Ronin Model]
After the incident that caused the downfall of the Mammoth’s mob, Cass was horribly mutilated by the fires losing an arm and a leg. While her original cyberlimbs grafted to her in Rockland were poor quality industrial models, Cass found herself with the money to upgrade when she took on her work with Felix Primer. With functionality and performance being her top priorities, Cass opted for some of Furytech’s higher end models from the Ronin series. Her left arm and leg left are made of a lattice of carbon fiber and fiberglass mimicking muscle fibers and toughened flesh. The limbs offer Cass an increased agility and formula-based code that assists in battle. Due to the specific model of cyberlimbs, Cass also has access to a set of extendable blades protruding from the exterior of the wrist on her arm.

►Opti-Tactics Visual Enhancer
One of FuryTech’s newer products, the Opti-Tactics Visual Enhancer operates as a replacement for most of the biomass in the user’s eyes, leaving them with a uniquely bright, sleek, and aesthetically pleasing design. The implant as a whole provides the user with a tactical overlay atop their vision that provides calculations, estimations, and tactical input regarding the exact nature of the user’s surroundings. Cass finds the implant particularly useful in her line of work as it keeps her alert and supremely aware of her surroundings and how to interact with her environment in an advantageous way.

►Auto-Neural Verberation Link
The Auto-Neural Verberation Link, or ANVL (Colloquialized as “Anvil”) is Cass’s most esoteric piece of cyberware, having been implanted in her skull illegally through one of the Reclaim Zone’s Black Clinics. Cass acquired the ANVL implant from a dead netrunner uncovered in one of her and Felix’s final investigations. After Felix’s death, Cass decided to look further into it on her own. When she arrived at the Black Clinic, the Ripper Doc revealed he’d only seen the sort of tech once before in a high level Amalgamation operative. The ANVL functions to allow its user to detect subtle shifts in reverberation and resonance in an area around the user. Offering something akin to a tremor-echolocation, the ANVL provides the user with acute and superhuman awareness.

EQUIPMENT:
►Ōsuzumebachi Machine Pistols_(大雀蜂)
A weapon designed and manufactured for and by Tokyo’s more underground consumers. Known almost solely by its slang name, referring to a giant hornet endemic to the Japanese islands, this little machine packs the perfect punch and manages to remain concealable. The Ōsuzumebachi is known particularly for its use of plastic and ceramics. While it isn’t entirely devoid of metal— as its inner workings still require some vital pieces— it is still enough to fool some of the lower end metal detectors. Alongside each pistol, Cass has access to a laser sight and a silencer for extraneous purposes during particularly demanding missions.

►The Mandelbrot Monoblade
A combination of the efforts of the Japanese and American underground, the Mandelbrot Monoblade is a type of katana-styled sabre specifically known for its sharpness. Named for the single carbon fiber strand that runs down the length of the blade in constant rotation through the blade’s mechanism. This allows for the blade to shred through even heavier materials than a normal metal blade if wielded right. Because of all the time Cass spent around street samurai and mercenaries, she picked up the weapon as a signature of hers, paying tribute to the model hitmen of the Mammoth’s mob.

SKILLS:
►The Watcher
Cass’s skills of surveillance, espionage, and observation have become unparalleled around the Reclaim Zone. With the connections she has made and the tactics she has learned working at Primer Investigations, Cass has become rather adept at conducting stealthy and inconspicuous information gathering. She is never not observing and she has never left the mindset of a private eye. When it comes to clandestine operations, Cass is one of the best.

►The Fixer
Due to her time in the Reclaim Zone, Cass has set herself up with a web of connections to keep her supplied at all time with whatever she might need. She has created a vast network of information and contacts, allowing her to work quickly and efficiently when looking for insight into any particular topic on the streets. This helps her with her work as she can quickly locate certain people, items, or points of interest.

►In Harm’s Way
Throughout her life, Cass has found herself under harsh circumstances left and right. Whether struggling with the cutthroat thugs of the Mammoth’s mob or fighting the everyday dangers of Felix’s investigations, Cass has found herself in a plethora of dangerous situations and has prepared herself for catastrophe accordingly. Under pressure, she acts calm and collected, ready to take on her mission despite any circumstances.

FLAWS:
►Neurosynth Dependency
Starting in its minor stages after Cass received her cyberware at Rockland, she began to develop a need for Neurosynth to prevent the effects of SPECS from taking hold. While her consumption of Neurosynth was only minor and manageable with her augmented limbs, things only spiraled out of control when she began to further augment herself with other implants. Cass now requires Neurosynth regularly to prevent mental decay.

►Audacious
Having lived a life of survival rather than of leisure or hard work, Cass has found herself endangered more regularly than the common man. Because of this, she has adapted herself to taking surprisingly bold risks without thinking of the consequences. While confidence and mettle can be necessary in certain situations, one can only go so far before being reckless. Cass finds herself crossing that line more often than not, and she’s sustained the injuries to prove it.

►Deadly Fixation
Cass had come a long way in her life to work at Primer Investigations. Looking back on it as one of the happiest times in her life, Cass can only regret that she was unable to save Felix in his assassination. Ever since the shooting at the office, Cass has become fixated on the thought of retribution. She is not only willing to put her life on the line in the heat of the moment, but also the life of her career work with Campbell. In truth, there is little Cass wouldn’t do to uncover the plot behind the death of her friend.

NOTES:

General Information

NAME:
Stella Solomon

ALIASES // TITLES:
The (self-titled) Queen of Cool

APPEARANCE:
Stella makes up for her diminutive physical stature with poise and presence. Lean and slim, Stella is quick in every wispy and graceful movement she makes, as though she has no time to waste. Sporting a consistently smug poker face, Stella takes pride in the fact that she always looks like she knows something you don’t. Stella is almost always seen groomed to an excessive degree for work and optimal function. Her hair is a stark white, regularly trimmed to a pristine edge at her neckline with a crown braid around her head. Stella’s cybernetic eyes almost glow with a radiant ring of dark purple.

Stella scarcely leaves the house without a fully presentable outfit complete with a pin-striped and popped-collar shirt, pressed pants, and often a tie. She favors a pair of fashionable combat boots to move freely while also maintaining her aesthetic. Only those with a careful eye can spot Stella’s augmented hands, as there is an artificial skin over most of both of her arms.

OCCUPATION:


Stella has been a long time employee of The Limbo Club, a bar and club aboard High Orbital Station Alexandria known for its extremely powerful and renowned patrons. The club itself is a hotspot in High Orbital art culture, where reservations fill up to see performances of poetry while conducting formal business. Stella was one of the club’s famed mixologists who are known for their charisma and hospitality to their patrons. The Limbo Club’s mixologists are there to provide the perfect setting for any sensitive exchange of information and will weigh in on any situation when necessary. Of course, such a setting necessitates a certain clandestine discretion. The Limbo Club’s mixologists are considered experts at mining for information, but are considered ‘sworn’ to their clients for the duration of their service. As such, mixologists cannot lie and are known to provide great advice to patrons of the club.

Stella had to return to Earth on the orders from the Limbo’s manager. For a while, she worked short stints in various clubs and bars around the Twin City Sprawl and the Vegas Triangle on a client-by-client basis. Most recently, she was contracted to a position working in Duat, The Land of the Dead in the Reclaim Zone at the request of Oswald’s superiors. Stella was not told who the clients were. Instead, she knows only that they will contact her in Duat when needed. As such, Stella has spent the last month as a bartender in the Reclaim Zone.

Psychological Profile

PERSONAL GOAL:
Stella is ultimately enamoured with her rather niche position as a Mixologist. With her unique skill set and approach to handling problems, Stella only hungers for more information to hone her craft and become the best she can be. As her world expanded beyond Alexandria, Stella began to realize that her influence is not limited to her work in the Limbo Club. She has since taken on dreams of mining for information all over America and applying her knowledge to the clients she sees fit to use it.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:
Stella is currently a very neutral entity on the campaign trail, aiming to accomplish only what her clients request of her. Since Oswald could offer her no specifics on the nature of her job, Stella is biding her time and trying to analyze the various candidates to the best of her ability to prepare for what might come.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:
Stella believes she’s one of the people who have been lost to the wayside. In a world where power inevitably culminates in a select population, there isn’t much she can do to change the tide of the world around her. But at the very least, Stella intends to understand what’s going on around her even if she has to watch the world burn just to make it to the end. She awaits the Conflagration, in a way, seemingly ready for the apocalypse at a moment’s notice and only waiting for another chance for a display of her greatness.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:
Having heard so many different points of view aboard Alexandria, Stella can’t help but be at least resigned to the views of the Central Party. With a fine understanding of a handful of forces like Oswald’s family, she believes the Central Party will exert its will regardless of the other political parties in the system. Due to her hunger for information, the shrewd tactics of Pirate Party activists and organizations that have aimed to proliferate personal privacy and publicized government have also caught her attention. To a certain extent, lesser known parties are enigma’s in Stella’s mind since most of the exchanges in high orbit surround the Central Party, but who cares much about politics? Stella is only around to see the end of the Anthropocene.

SECRETS:
Stella comes off as a very secretive person to all those she encounters, and for good reason. While she does enjoy flaunting her position as a Mixologist originating from high orbital society, Stella knows when to keep that card close to her chest and blend in. Even those who know Stella came from Alexandria know very little of her motivations for being in South City.

FEARS:
►Humanity Magna Machina
Above all else, Stella fears the unstoppability of the human machine. With the incalculable number of factors that influence world decisions, she sees every decision as a powerless strike back against a fate that can never be beaten. This idea that she is unable to create change has been a root cause of Stella’s striving for greatness in her profession. Having no hope for proliferation of humanity’s actual needs, Stella desperately clings to self-actualization in her artistic expression.

Stella also has what she would call ‘a slight aversion’ to guns. Having not really experienced firearms in use aboard Alexandria, Stella can get a bit panicky around guns.

REPUTATION:
Stella’s reputation is varied from location to location. While she has renown around clients of the Limbo Club aboard Alexandria, Stella is relatively unknown around America. She has recently earned quite the reputation in Duat as a strange contrast to the usual bar atmosphere in the Reclaim Zone. Most seem to recognize that she’s more than meets the eye, but the charm of the Reclaim’s new Mixologist usually usurps any suspicions in their minds.

LIKES:


DISLIKES:


QUIRKS:

Background Information

𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕞:
In 2041, Stella Vittoria Solomon climbed out of the void, fought her way through its infinite blank aboard High Orbital Station Alexandria, and clawed out at self-actualization. Alexandria was considered a paradise at the edge of humanity, where knowledge was paramount. Complete with numerous extravagant casinos, hotels, bars, laboratories, gardens, and other venues for those with the credits to get into orbit, Alexandria catered to an audience they like to call “extremely refined”. Of course, Stella only ever saw the covetous lifestyle from one side. Her mother was a blackjack dealer and her father was a mechanic.

They say everything is better in High Orbit. They must pay the Alexandria crew to say it. Despite their position in the working class aboard the station, Stella was brought up into a culture of perfection, striving, and mastery. She was surrounded by a working class that sought nothing but greatness in their craft. To work in an orbital establishment was prestige like no other in terms of any service or hospitality industry. When Stella was young, however, her eyes were drawn only to the extravagance. She was on the outside looking in.

And he was on the inside looking out. Oswald never told Stella his last name. She wasn’t sure she ever asked after meeting him on one of her adventures out into the restricted hallways of the Alexandria. The two children from opposing classes became quick friends and rivals, committed to understanding the life of the other. As far as Stella could tell, Oswald’s father was the head of a family of business magnates. She never could pry quite far into their business, but as the two children grew older, Oswald’s influence introduced Stella to a world she couldn’t have dreamed up.

Powerful orbital families control earth-based factions, factories, and facts like liquid assets. Gossip, espionage, and strife run rampant through the world’s threads and all culminate around these destination meeting stations like Alexandria. Stella would mine Oswald for information every time he and his father came to the station, and she only grew more interested in the business of secrets.

𝔸𝕝𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤:
Her interest in the world beyond comprehension was what led Stella into her line of work. It just so happened that there was a particular cult of information gatherers that had since formed inside the workforce aboard Alexandria, particularly amongst those who worked as bartenders and mixologists. Because of the influx of valuable information always swarming around Alexandria, a collective of workers aboard the station created a sort of hive-like secret network in which Alexandrians could share information to help protect themselves from unjust retribution on part of their clients. High Orbital Station Alexandria is known among powerful aristocrats precisely for that reason. The station is marketed as a completely neutral entity.

Stella admired the accomplishments of her home station, chasing her own career as a bartender in a number of smaller establishments around Alexandria as she grew older. The hunger for information that led her into her profession brought her to the artistic passion that was her craft. She became infatuated with perfecting her bartending skills and providing the best service and experience she could create. What may have been a job to most was a dance on Alexandria. From the moment a cup or bottle was plucked from the shelf, it followed a precise, formula-based pattern from origin to destination. Each flourish was significant in the overall picture. Then, when each performance had seen completion, a patron would take their drink and drain every trace of her efforts. She’d start again. Another unique masterpiece would see completion.

It wasn’t long before patrons of Alexandria started to take note of Stella’s service. She was heralded as a natural, and word made its way up the chain. It wasn’t until his final visit that the culmination of her efforts could be truly realized. Oswald and his father returned to Alexandria. Oswald requested specifically that Stella be brought to Alexandria’s top deck establishment The Limbo Club. The Limbo Club’s unique draw was its ‘full service experience’ that involved the famed Mixologists utilizing whatever resources were personally available to help The Limbo Club’s clients to the best of their ability while also providing patrons with cultured performances of poetic verse in live shows. Thanks to what Stella imagines was a generous sum from Oswald’s family, Stella was hired on The Limbo Club’s staff to train as a Mixologist.

Thus, Stella got to see what true mastery of her craft was. Her coworkers at The Limbo Club were like no other, functioning beyond a capacity she could even recognize, and as she trained alongside them, she started to learn how and why. Mixologists were masters beyond bartending and simple conversation. They were rhetoricians, chemists, operators, and of course not least worth mentioning: addicts.

Just as quickly as Stella and her coworkers appeared with a tray of hand-selected cocktails for the party tailored specifically to their occasion, they would vanish into Limbo’s backrooms. Stella was introduced to the backstage cosmetology of the Mixologists, their array of potent tinctures and extracts that manipulated moods and sensibilities as necessary. Each Mixologist swore by different individual formulas both for their clients and for their own optimal working capacity. No matter the Mixologist and their unique formula, each was sure to be involved with Void Dust or “Limbo Dust” as it was often called. Stella’s coworkers told her the substance had elucidated their minds, originating from some asteroid that carried a perfect chemical cocktail in solid form. One breath of Limbo Dust could “unfold your mind” with its extreme hallucinatory effects, allowing users incredibly singular focus. Stella couldn’t resist the allure of her colleague’s enhanced capacity, and soon saw for herself the strange dream-like celerity that Limbo Dust can offer someone. In an instant, Stella was addicted to the stream of fluid dreams and images that demented her as she operated in Limbo.

Stella had more to sacrifice for her craft. As her time went on in Limbo, trying to catch up with the efforts of her fellow Mixologists, she spent all her wages on cyberware that was specifically designed for the Limbo Club Mixologists. The closer she came to her ultimate goal, the more extravagant clients that Stella attracted. Oswald had become a regular with his own business associates and Stella helped him through a number of rough encounters with her chemical tampering. She was lost in the trance of her art. He was lost in the ladder of business.

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪:
Oswald rarely came in alone, but it was always good to see him on a day of pleasure over business. Stella was at the bar and ready to serve before he’d reached his seat. She’d known where he was going to sit. A drink was set out for him, alongside a menu of the currently contracted Limbo chefs’ specialties. Oswald wasn’t interested in any of it.

“No meeting today?” As Stella slid a microfiber cloth across the pristine countertop out of habit, Oswald grabbed at her wrist.

”You and I are meeting today,” he said. Oswald and Stella talked for a long while in one of the Limbo’s secluded booth sections. He explained to her that a number of his clients had appreciated her services to an extreme degree and thought of her as a very valuable asset. Oswald said that he had contracted her services from the Limbo Club and she was going to utilize her information brokering services at the command of two clients that would contact her. Stella pretended to negotiate. She knew, however, that she had finally seen Oswald’s true baron ethic. Whatever his superiors wanted her to do, it was fine with Limbo so long as they got a suitable sum for her absence.

Within the week, Stella was sent packing down to the surface and landed in South City. She was assigned a temporary position at Duat, the Land of the Dead bar and club in the Reclaim Zone to await the approach of her clients and their intentions, knowing only that they must have something to do with the impending election in the Twin City Sprawl. Stella has been enamored with the well of information that is America ever since, tending to her tricks in Duat all the while.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS:
►Mixologist’s Artisan Cyberlimbs [Limbo-Dweller Model]


►PsySystems Clairvoyance Optics


►Engitech Extended Microsofts Array


EQUIPMENT:
►Alcoholic’s Miscellany


SKILLS:
►Mixological Witchcraft


►Alacrity


►Savoir Faire


FLAWS:
►Helpless Aristocrat


►Void Child


►Bar Fight Enthusiast


►Addict


NOTES:

General Information

“Watch out. I’m like a wizard. I’ll control reality at a whim if you’re not careful.”

NAME:
Delilah Amano
“Della” to close friends

ALIASES // TITLES:
"Shaman", "Flux Shaman"

SEX:
Female

AGE:
23

APPEARANCE:
Delilah is by no means an imposing individual. To categorize her as a threat in a large crowd would be a laughable error. Standing at only 5’4” and carrying herself on a lithe and fragile body. Even what little flesh remains on her heavily augmented form, Delilah moves very freely. While glancing upon her leaves watchers with no imposing sense, when one stares into her eyes, shivers may be sent down the spine. Everyone says it— there’s something off-putting about those bright blue eyes. Delilah’s gaze is absent, distant, and almost zombie-like in nature. Even in her moments of greatest excitement, that lingering void still hides behind her eyes. Her hair, while varying, is most often kept in a slightly unkempt short style, just reaching her neck. It is most often dyed a slight pink color, but the underlying tones of blonde always pervade through. When she did any work for her old job in public, Delilah had a habit of dying her hair a vibrant blue. This can still be seen sometimes today.

Delilah’s common outfits vary on the day-to-day. It isn’t uncommon, though, to see her sporting some sort of loose-fitting t-shirt and flowing skirt. She keeps a number of techwear jackets on hand for a mixture of fashion and utility. Long black boots complete her look and keep her standing sturdy when hard at work. Delilah often keeps a messenger bag on hand, usually heard rattling with various bits and components of broken tech.

OCCUPATION:
Delilah was once stuck in quite an unorthodox industry. Springing from her love of the Cyber Matrix and her strange connections to Neo-Transhumanist radicals, she worked cracking through various Intrusion Countermeasures Electronics systems for the cell she found herself to be a part of as well as acting as tending to maintenance and general upkeep of the tech utilized by her crew. After fleeing to the Reclaim Zone, Delilah caught the attention of Dexter Campbell’s campaign staff and was hired as the campaign’s Technician. After his death and her pseudo-death in Labyrinth, Delilah spiraled into the final visions she saw in cyberspace. She went rogue, following ghosts in the Labyrinth that all seemed to culminate around the politics of the Twin City Sprawl.

Delilah has become quite well versed in navigating the intricacies of electronic wiring just as much as she has in running at the speed of bioelectric lightning in Labyrinth. When it comes to dealing with the management of technology, the wider net whether black hat or white hat, Delilah is the person to go to. This more passive role in the public eye has also caused a number of more active duties to be relegated to her. Delilah does well to manage team communications and oversee operations in the field by ensuring a well-connected set of operatives.

Psychological Profile

“Not yet the best machine, but ascending as we speak.”

PERSONAL GOAL:
A part of Delilah’s mind will always be fragmented by the plague-like thoughts that were essentially implanted into her by the Neo-Transhumanist movement. Above all else, Delilah relies on herself. She is the center of her own reality and that reality itself is faltering right alongside the Earth as it rocks on its hinges. A small part of her wants to keep it together— to stop her mind from crumbling— but consciously Delilah reaches only towards that greater goal. She knows that potential lies inside of her, if only she were able to further augment, improve upon, and extrapolate that self. Her interest in cybernetic enhancement as well as other forms of human enhancement have become a ravenous obsession. She seeks only to improve; only to close the distance between man and machine.

Of course, there is reasoning behind Delilah’s obsessions, and looking deeper into them only reveals another esoteric motivation. Something cracked within her during the AI Crisis and Delilah has never been the same since. Having seen the distant secrets of the Cyber Matrix and the unsolvable puzzle of Labyrinth, Delilah fancies herself a modern-day frontier explorer, traversing cyberspace with endorphin-fueled enthusiasm. To gaze upon the eternal coded landscape brings shivers to her spine. There always was a reason that the best netrunners and cyber-jockeys were compared to Icarus… Delilah ignored it.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:
Put in its simplest terms, when Delilah found herself at a loss for work or contacts that could get her work, she tried to proceed on her own, farming her own credits through the Matrix, but as Labyrinth took over, everyone’s understanding is starting fresh. New ICE and new techniques are required. Delilah likely wouldn’t have tried to find other work if she didn’t have to, but Neurosynth is an expensive drug costing a world of credits or even more on the streets. With her fate lost in the winds, Delilah finds herself without any greater cause but those that are personal to her. Due to the political nature of her past work, she can’t help but feel that this is wrong. She wants to show others her ideology so that they too may relish in it. Under the assumption that she can influence Campbell to support her strange philosophies is only a second goal, really. Ever present in her mind, the thought of greater augmentation looms, and to accomplish anything of the sort, Delilah needed money.

After her original plan to work on Campbell’s campaign staff fell through, Delilah gave in to the derelict of the Reclaim Zone. She burned out inside Labyrinth, sure she’d seen the end of her netrunning, but chasing what she saw that day has occupied her ever since. She follows the Twin City Sprawl Campaign to look for clues as to the origins of the graffiti in Labyrinth, but remains mostly independent.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:
As fragmented as her very mind, it is clear to tell that Delilah has a rather abstract personal philosophy. Bordering on the edge of visionary and brainwashed, Delilah reaches constantly towards the next level of Humanity and elevating the mind. She is a chaotic spirit, and intends to aim for the total annihilation of anyone who wishes to prevent her own enlightenment. As individualist as Delilah is, she does understand the crushing power of the collective. After all, she joined the campaign team for a reason. Despite how inhumane some of her thoughts may seem, Delilah is filled with relatively good intentions (all of them good in her eyes). The morality of her ideals does get a little muddied in her evangelical expression and mystical fervor of them. Delilah believes herself to be onto something that could only impact Humanity positively whether now or thousands of years from now. She is nonetheless off-putting to many of the people she meets, for Delilah sees something greater in the machine and the Labyrinth. One might go as far to say that her intentions border on the occult.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:
The derivatives that molded the political mindset that Delilah harbors is very clear. In working with the most radically minded Neo-Transhumanists, she has embraced the culture of inheriting the machine. Put simply, she believes augmentation benefits all parties involved, whether forcible, unregulated, or voluntary. The bureaucratic tape barring people from exploring augmentation as an art rather than a business bring Delilah a certain sense of aggression towards those in power. A great portion of her more human side owes its genesis to the influence of the HyperHuman Party and the monks. Delilah sees something beyond ones and zeros in the humming in the liquid crystal displays that surround her. It’s almost as though there are spirits to the machines of the world, and interconnecting with those spirits provides harmony.

In this very dual perspective that plagues Delilah’s mind, she is often conflicted in her own dissonant ideologies. On one hand, she seeks ultimate self-elevation, risking life and limb to keep her goals above all others. On another, she sees the power of augmentation and technology in her own hands and can only speculate about the greatness that would come if the world itself had her knowledge. Delilah has become strangely infatuated with the new movements in the Neo-Transhumanist Party under Samsara Washington’s control. Awestruck by the rapidly advancing technology of Amalgamation and Extropy Inc., Delilah claims to have no allegiances but aims to use her influences for the propagation of rapid technological advancement.

SECRETS:
►Brainwashed
Working with the most devious and ill-intending minds of the Neo-Transhumanists has left Delilah with a very skewed view of the world. She maintains that secrecy and cutthroat frame of mind that was instilled within her as she was brought up by her cell. However powerful it may be, that destructive and manic side of overpowering her enemies remains deep down in Delilah. When it comes to speaking on it or even mentioning her past work with the NTP, she would never openly do so.

► A Race Towards Death
As simple as it may seem, Netrunning is a dangerous game. Traversing the Cyber Matrix and Labyrinth in Total Immersion can have entirely ignored effects on the body. When one is unable to feel reality at all, the strain on the body is immense, especially during times of stress. Additionally, high class mavericks and netrunners have been known to tread a thin line between massive bursts of adrenaline during strenuous connections and death. Flatlining is becoming more and more common as netrunners venture across the enigmatic Labyrinth. Delilah likes to think there are few jockeys who handle a cyberdeck like her, but what costs may emerge in the future?

FEARS:
► Mind Slicer
Delilah would never admit it, but somewhere in the back of her head, she feels like she knows what’s coming. She feels herself falling and has no idea where she’ll end up, but a severed mental state is certainly something she wishes to stave off. Often this manifests as a desire for control over her life in all its aspects.

► T H E G R E A T B 3 Y 0 N D
Having spent more time in the Cyber Matrix and Labyrinth than 95% of the population, Delilah fancies herself as one of the keepers of the Net’s secrets. In her vast knowledge, though, she understands the dangers and mysteries that exist within and ignores them. Something within her knows that however powerful she becomes, she will never outlive the cyberscape. It will best her in the end, so she jockeys with caution.

REPUTATION:
While the majority of the Reclaim Zone recognizes Delilah as nothing more than an unknown entity, there is a select circuit of individuals that frequent the ‘Netrunner’ bars and clubs that look upon her with respect and reverence. She isn’t the best in the game, but she’s known to push limits beyond other Netrunners. ‘Fear isn’t present in her body’, they say. At the same time, not all of Delilah’s reputation has positive connotations. For as much as crazy is respected amongst cyber jockeys, Delilah’s crazy is a different breed. The people of the Reclaim Zone see the unhinged nature of the Netrunner and her nearly-religious ideals. She is most often approached with a weariness, though some of the more respected jockeys in the circuit view her as a friend.

LIKES:
► Technological Gadgets

► Netrunning

► Adrenaline

► Augmentation

► Revolution

► Samsara Washington

DISLIKES:
► The Government

► Bureaucratic Red Tape

► Limitations

► Neo-Luddite Ideas

► Joshua Gatch

QUIRKS:
►Delilah is known for her complete lack of seriousness in the most serious situations.

►Delilah’s strange reverence and connection to machines, the Net, and technology is bordering on cult-like and creepy.

►While she is often the furthest team member from combat at all times, Delilah swears by her threat to brutally kill anyone who messes with her cyberdeck, or messes with her while she is in Labyrinth.

►Delilah is unhealthily obsessed with putting stickers on her tech as well as other random surfaces she comes across.

Background Information

”Am I seeking unity, is that what you think? Am I seeking inhumanity? Revolution? Take your best guess. Really, I’d love to hear...”

Unconventional is the only word one could even think of to describe the strange life of the burned terrorist Delilah Amano. Having grown up in the lowest levels of Neo Orleans, anarchic societal standards existed all around the young girl. It wasn’t until the botched attempt of a local gang to raid and take out an opposing squad of gangers in a public apartment complex that Delilah was left without family. Even without her original parents, however, Delilah was not alone. In some fluke of morality, the gangers that saw the child abandoned by their mistakes brought her with them, raising her until they found a place for her. It didn’t take long. As Delilah found herself growing up around the vile actions of the gangers, she maintained herself as something entirely different. Her interest in machinery and technology sparked prodigious revolutions in the equipment and management of simple pieces of the gang. Delilah was by no means an asset, however.

When her specific talents became evident, Delilah would find herself changing families once again. In something in between a sale and an adoption, Delilah was given to an underground organization known as the Crocodile Company for their close relation to the flooded levels of Neo Orleans. The Crocodile Company was a cell of Neo-Transhumanist radical idealists, or in simple terms, terrorists. Their extremist views on technology were perfect to indoctrinate the young Delilah with her strange interests. Before she knew it, she grew up right alongside a series of dangerous operators making political moves that Delilah still doesn’t comprehend. After all, the few jobs she was offered as she grew up were cracking simple and low-stakes ICE software in the Cyber Matrix.

The Crocodile Company did have an overarching goal, though. It wasn’t all just mindless political nonsense. A great deal of the group’s time and effort was directed towards one massive heist that was meant to destabilize the Central Party’s government and start to pry it apart at the seams. To do so was a massive task involving the traversal through Matrix zones across America guarded heavily by ICE, security personnel, and AI. The originally planned day of the heist was put off after a catastrophic incident struck not only the Crocodile Company, but also the whole world. During a massive session of cracking into the Miami Platforms zone, what would soon be called the AI Crisis took place, leaving thousands of rogue AI bringing havoc across the cyberscape. In a chance encounter, one rogue AI discovered the team of Crocodile Company hackers, frying their brains right through their cyberware.

The cause wasn’t so quick to die, however, as the few remnants of the Crocodile Company proceeded with their mission. On the project’s final day, everything was set in motion with Delilah working right alongside the rest of the team due to personnel constraints. Again, their attempt would be lost to futility. It just so happened that by sheer chance that the massive attack coined as ‘The Matrix Incident’ took place on the same night. Not only was the team shut out of most of its connections and unable to proceed, but they were also traced in the massive storm of heightened security that came. There was only one decision the company could make, any of the netrunners that wanted to escape judgement by the law would have to fragment and leave Neo Orleans. Delilah pretended like it wasn’t hard to leave her family to mirror the dead demeanor of her fellow hackers, but her facade was by no means convincing.

Delilah fled to South City where she began to live out of an old abandoned factory apartment complex. In her time there, she began to set up as much of a makeshift base of operations as she could, still somewhat aligning herself to her old company. The days turned into years, and it became evident that the company would honor its pact never to contact one another again. Despite her great allegiance to her family, Delilah finally started to realize that disturbed motives of the outcast hacker collective. Perhaps in a fit of self-reformation, she signed on with Campbell as one of his first employees.

On the day of Campbell’s death, Delilah was seconds from joining him beyond any real or virtual life. When trying to manage operations for Campbell’s campaign team, Delilah stretched herself too thin in the Labyrinth. This maneuver, often considered impossible in the circuits of netrunners and cyber jockeys that don’t have a deathwish, occurred when Delilah tried to duplicate her sensory input of the Labyrinth and fragment her conscious input of actions to affect the Labyrinth in too many locations at once. Then, everything went dark. When Reclaim security forces found her in Campbell’s campaign crew, they were lucky that Response Team squads had dashed on scene to save Campbell. Delilah, without medical help of her own, was resuscitated by one of Campbell’s medical officers before they evacuated to Caduceus XIV.

But Delilah never forgot those last moments. Just before she flatlined, something caught her attention in every single instance of her digital perception. She swore she saw a Labyrinth graffiti artist’s tag embedded throughout the greater South City area. Such an intricately detailed entity self-sustained in the Labyrinth across such wide stretches. The symbol was burned into her head, and once Delilah found herself back out on the Reclaim’s streets without work or residence, it was all she could think about. Her days became consumed with uncovering how such a symbol was created, why it was created, and who may have tagged the Labyrinth so covertly and prolifically.

With no way to sustain herself after Campbell’s campaign crumbled, Delilah began advertising her netrunning skills as a free agent. It seemed almost inevitable, though, that she was drawn to work with the Neo-Transhumanist Party. When the movement behind Extropy Inc. started pushing back against the world with a political front, Delilah was eager to see who the NTP put forward for candidacy. That was when she met Samsara Washington, precisely when she intercepted an advertisement feed in his cybershades. When her new friend from Extropy took interest in her skills, Delilah found herself a comfortable place as a digital informant and matrix merc.

Operative Information

“I come fully strapped to defeat any opponent at any time in any situation.”

AUGMENTATIONS:
►APEX Cyberarm Prosthesis [Chimera Series] and FuryTech Cyberleg Prostheses [Ronin Model]
Throughout her life, Delilah has been preached to about the harmony of cybernetics and has spent most of her earnings towards further augmentation. This manifests most obviously in her three augmented limbs. Her APEX Chimera Series Prosthesis is one of Delilah’s most treasured enhancements. Picking APEX’s model that offers a more specialized quickness and greater articulation of combat abilities, the Chimera Series model is designed to be flashy and fashionable. Her FuryTech Ronin Model prostheses are built rather similarly as a mixture of FuryTech’s usual combative and actively powerful cybernetics with a more high class and practical model.

►The Prophet Array
This esoteric bit of disruptor cyberware was procured by Delilah in a peculiar way. Rather unceremoniously after the impact of the AI Crisis on the Crocodile Clan, top level operatives were desecrated as their grafted cyberware was removed and dolled out to the remaining company members. In her emotionally scarred and fragile state, the company attempted to almost bribe Delilah for her trust again. This was how she acquired a full body augmentation known as ‘The Prophet Array’. Housed mainly in the brain, this mysterious work of art was created by Amalgamation and somehow ended up in the hands of the Crocodile Company’s head netrunner. The neurolink implanted in the E-Brain registers projected signals of imagination onto reality and translates them into code that is then sent to a variety of discrete projectors along the user’s limbs and body. This allows Delilah to project holographic images onto the world around her. While these images are rather difficult to create and the process is even harder to master, its utility is astounding.

►APEX Cyberdeck Cognition Integration Unit
When it comes to integrating with Labyrinth, every corporation on the market vies for control over the best technology available. Interface times, lack of side effects, and discreet microsofts are all highly sought after, but few companies do it like APEX with their Cyberdeck CIU 999. Offering the user a full cyberdeck interface as well as a number of microsofts along the base of the skull provides seamless connection with the E-Brain. This augmentation allows Delilah to access Labyrinth with any compatible cyberdeck and allows interface with information through her microsoft ports.

EQUIPMENT:
►Amalga Cyberdeck Rigging
While Delilah prizes her Cyberdeck above any of her other possessions, it really doesn’t look to fit in with the rest of her sleek and aesthetic cybernetics and technology. The Amalga Cyberdeck was made specifically for operatives of the NTP underground and was made viable for extreme modification and customization. Of course, this all comes at the cost of only being as powerful as the user allows. It can usually be outperformed by more expensive and quality decks. But is it the deck or the user that matters?

SKILLS:
►Net Sprint
Having lived her life for the cyberscape, Delilah is often unparalleled when it comes to cracking into cybersecurity and manipulating Labyrinth. Whenever someone needs something that can be accessed on or relies upon Labyrinth, Delilah is the one to go to. Her netrunning art borders on psychotic obsession.

►Machinist
The Crocodile Company supported the Neo-Transhumanist Party above all else, and in the fervor that is the NTP, countless esoteric gadgets and pieces of tech are utilized to achieve success. As such, Delilah has learned quite a bit about robotics and the upkeep of various high-level technology. She acts as a repair technician and engineer for much of the campaign team’s equipment when asked. She often jumps at the chance to do so.

►Cognitive Access
Due to her heavily augmented brain and augmented microsofts, Delilah has access to a massive array of information that she can freely recall. This intellect often helps when she is acting as an overwatch for any field operatives. Whether they need simple facts or specific knowledge from one of her specialties, she likely has a microsoft node for the job.

FLAWS:
►Addiction
Delilah’s crippling dependence on Neurosynth isn’t the only addiction that attacks her body regularly. Delilah has also experimented with her fair share of street drugs (particularly Mente Scindendris) and E-Drugs. This has left her with both physical and psychological addictions that skew her thoughts on a daily basis.

► Crumbling Mind
In a normal day’s work, Delilah is already separated from her own reality as is. Add in a mixture of Neurosynth shortages, E-Drug addictions, hardcore netrunning, and the ever-approaching onset of SPECS, Delilah is starting to see the effects of her deteriorating mind and ignoring them. SPECS, while she often refuses to admit it, has already had a profound effect on Delilah, expedited in its process by a drug called Mente Scindendris. This dissonant fragmentation that occurs in the girl’s head most often manifests as a questioning of her own reality and identity. You’ll be damned to try and get her to admit that she needs help, however.

►Cyber Death Imminent
Netrunning is a dangerous sport and an even more dangerous art. Those who delve too deeply into the most complex portions of Labyrinth often see their bodies crumbling in actual reality. While dehydration and muscle atrophy are common symptoms of overusing cyberdecks, things get much worse when Netrunners begin living their lives in the dangers of the cyberscape. Any particularly arduous tasks inside a cyberdeck can leave users with irregular heartbeats for days at a time, hallucinations, and in the worst cases, flatline users altogether. Delilah sees the dangers and disregards them. How far could death in the cyberscape really be?

NOTES: