Name: Vanessa Concilare
Tag: Ash
Cell: Hi-Fi
Age: 22

Bio: Vanessa was born to a moderately successful Cred family. She was raised fairly traditionally, taking up various hobbies when not in school. Even from a young age she showed two traits that would define her life: a love for climbing, and a rebellious streak. While she was never truly considered a dissapointment, her parents were much more pleased when her siblings took up more "normal" hobbies and followed the rules.

Her life would change forever when a fire broke out in her family home. Despite being only eleven at the time, Vanessa was helping others get out of the 15-story building. A passing Sk8te member, a low-stales courier going by the tag "Blizzard" stopped to watch the show. Respect quickly turned to concern when, having seen this girl go back into the building, sections began to collapse. Blizzard jumped to action, searching the building as fast as he could, only to discover the girl trapped under burning rubble. When he emerged and attempted to find her family, they were gone, and she was alone.

Having spent her teen years in Sk8te, Vanessa, now code name Ash, is an incredibly skilled courier. Her ability to climb nearly anything has made her an invaluable member of the organization, often taking on high risk- high reward jobs. Aiding her in this, she utilizes little to no technology, making her all but a ghost to many electronics-based scanners.

Appearance: 5'5'', short black hair, Blue eyes, noticeable burns on several portions of her body, no rmally wears well fitting but not skin tight clothes.

Other:
Skilled in non-electronic means of transportation such as skateboards. Known to be a risk taker and is willing to divert from a job if something she deems as important comes up.
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Hi-Fi is a Sk8te cell specializing in communication and centered in high rise districts. While members perform more routine tasks, such as deliveries, they excel at organizing information and action between cells. Methods range from tags to mirror signals, and from code books to dossiers.

Their foundation links back to the old world. During blackouts, non-technology based communication was still required, as such methods were devised that allowed for the city to run even without phones. As the world progressed, their initial reason for existence disappeared, supplanted by a need to communicate out from under the eye of the heirs.

Most members of the group are focused more on intelligence than physical ability, only about 25% of the group are reasonably skilled in freerunning.

Name: Leena Jolks
Status: Heir
Name of the Corporation: Blair's Crop
Age: 24

Bio: Leena had been born into a Heir family and raised on the top of the city, in the safe zone. She had everything that anyone would have desired: money, safety, properties... but she has been feeling all her life incomplete. She's missing love, real human contact. Her parents have retired and now she is in charge of the family corporation.

People probably wouldn't like her at first because of her status, but she's one of the good ones. She may appear to be a cold, unfeeling person, but that's far from reality. Because of what she saw at home, she's the opposite: she is honest by flag and seeks justice. This is the reason why she doesn't have any real friends; she doesn't show her truly face to anyone surrounding here, and she can't build true relations.

She's currently living alone in the apartment she inherit, thinking how to proceed with herself and her future.

Appearance: She hides her true personality under clothes, glasses, neons, piercings, tats and make-up. She's what you see in the photo. No cyber parts, no bio-mechanical parts, 100% human.

Blair's Corp: It's the name of the family business. It's not a concrete corporation; they have been changing their focus and work adapting to the upcoming changes and times (and wills, they have always run parallel hidden businesses). Its patrimony is pretty big, so anything can be done with all the money it has. Nowadays is one of the most expensive clothing brands in the market for upper classes, quite a symbol.

Name: Rafael ‘Raf’ Nakamura
Tagsign: N/A
Status: Cred
Age: 25

Appearance:
The first that most people notice about Rafael is his face. The way his expressions are unnaturally stiff, the symmetrical seams that run diagonal across his cheekbones, and the line of matte, black metal along and below his jawline; something most would recognize as a prosthetic, and not a particularly high end one at that.

The second is his cold, blue eyes. Prosthetic again.

Besides the artificial features, Raf blends in with citizens of Delta-City. He’s muscular, and slightly above average height, with deep brown skin and locs tied back off his face. His usual outfit consists of a parka thrown over a well-worn turtleneck and joggers, as well as a trucker cap to hide the scarring on his scalp where no hair grows.

Personality:
Raf is a quiet man. Reserved, but firm when needed. He resents the megacorps for their role in various world conflicts, and looks down upon those who are needlessly violent. He isolates himself from the net more and more lately, only holding on to be there for his auntie and little cousins.

While cold to other people, he's affectionate towards his drone and other machines, often talking to them.

Bio:
Rafael was born and raised by his aunt and uncle in the Little Jamaica district of Megacity Delta. As soon as he could walk, Raf started tinkering. Little things at first, wanting to take his toys apart to find out how they work, but as he grew older, his projects became more complex. It was obvious to the adults in his life that mechanics were Raf’s calling.

However, with three little cousins, Raf had to figure out how to pay for school on his own. As soon as he turned eighteen, he joined the Polyamerican Corps, lured by promises of free education in exchange for service. He completed the training, and began work in mechanical maintenance, eventually rising to operate remote drones during the Indo-Ecuadorian Space Elevator conflict.

Partway through the skirmish, Rafael’s unit was hit by an electronic weapon that caused his drone and deck to detonate, taking the man’s face and jaw with them. Raf was hospitalized immediately, and recovered with extensive reconstruction. A prosthetic face and jaw. Artificial eyes. An auditory neuroprosthetic implant on one side. Months of rehabilitation and hospital visits. And finally, an honorable discharge.

Rafael was thrown back to Delta-City and provided a desk job. He couldn’t stand it. Two years and many, many failed attempts at being a normal ‘cred’ later, Raf found himself doing odd repair jobs for less-than-legal businesses around the city. He bought a deck—a cheap one—and an equally cheap drone and rekindled his love for tinkering. And finally, he began to settle back into civilian life.

Skills:
- Drone Control: Raf is skilled at controlling a drone using his deck. It can only operate within a short range, and is capable of basic tasks and surveillance.
- Combat Training: Raf is familiar with firearms, although he would rather not use them.

Hosaka Spider-Type Personal Drone C-2187 “Mia”
A small, spider-like robot that Raf can pilot through his deck computer. Can only operate within a short range. Equipped with manipulator arms and limbs capable of scaling vertical surfaces. About 25cm by 25cm.

Name: Nova

Cell: Cred—owner and bartender of the Gas Leak pub

Age: 49

Bio: Nova has been working ever since they were old enough, bouncing around from job to job trying to help their family make ends meet and, when they left home, trying to support themself. Most of them were in the service industry or manual labor—low wages, long hours, and few protections.

When they were 22, due to some good timing and better luck, they managed to find their way into an assistant position for a middle manager higher up in Blue Corp. The pay was good, hours better and it was slightly less obviously demeaning, so they bent over backwards to keep it, even when it started involving body mods.

Now, modification was not something that they were inherently opposed to, in fact, they privately found the idea very appealing for a number of reasons. However, being coerced into body modification for a job and the ways the cosmetic modifications tended to be masculinizing made them deeply uncomfortable. They needed that job and the money, so they got them. They were fired without warning after a year and a half.

They were deeply upset after losing that job and in the months afterward gave into despair a little. Lucky for them, around this time, they found a job down at the docks. There they friends who helped to introduce them to leftist politics. That in conjunction with their prior experiences with labor and society, successfully radicalized them. They were very active politically when they were younger, and still are, but they and the organizations they were involved with didn’t get much done. They just didn’t have the manpower. Among other things. It was around this time they became involved with Sk8te, though they never joined. The lifestyle didn’t quite suit them.

After ten or so years of trying and failing to change society for the better, they began to feel disheartened again. By this time, they broken with the world of fully legal work and had found themself in ownership of the Gas Leak bar. They decided to pivot to just taking care of the people they could in their community. They began using the bar to give people a safe place to be. As long as they’re not a cop or an heir or actively endangering patrons, they’re welcome. This very much includes illegal activity.

Now as the owner of the bar, they have slowly become a pillar of the community. They are tired of the constant grind inherent to living in this society, and have begun to give up on any significant large-scale change in their lifetime. But they still have hope that they might be able to do something more…

Appearance: Nova looks like a fairly unremarkable bartender. They’ve got medium-brown skin, black eyes, and dark brown hair streaked through with grey. It’s styled in an undercut and usually pulled back away from their face. They’ve been around the block before and they look like it. They seem just a little worn around the edges. They have since replaced all the cybernetics they were pressured into for work and have opted to give their face and body a more androgynous-to-feminine look. In terms of their more functional modifications, they had their spine and both legs from the knees down replaced because of pain and injuries, their arms and hands replaced and adjusted for both strength and dexterity. All of their visible cybernetics are a bit scuffed and look just a little outdated. For clothing, they favor a lot of dark, tight faux leather that has lost its shine after years of use.