“The rich wouldn't mind a couple of billions leaving their pockets.”

Name: Magdalene “Maggie” Harwood

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: American with British parents.

Age: 22

Occupation: Artist/Hacker

Family: Father: Magnus Harwood- Construction Worker- Alive
Mother: Edith Smith-Harwood- Teacher- Alive

Vehicle: Mahir Supron FS3

Equipment: Scalpel, Nomad .357 Magnum Revolver, Cyberdeck

Cybernetics: Kiroshi Optics, Mediaware Cellular Phone,Cyberfinger Probe Link, Tool Hand, Cybermodem, Cybernectic Brain.

Skills: Maggie has expert knowledge of hacking into electrical systems and computers, handing and firing weapons, throwing knives, and the two martial arts of Jeet Kun Do and Kickboxing.

Personality: Maggie is loud and brass wanting to be the center of attention, either it is good or bad she will do anything for people to notice her. She loves to fight and is willing to instigate one with strangers, However, she knows when she would not have a fighting chance against someone. Using a tough-as-nails attitude to push people away from her, She rarely connects to people on an emotional level using her brassiness to deter others from getting close to her. The only time she is willing to get close to someone is if it is her family or someone she can trust enough to get close to.

-Prideful
-Generosity
-Short Tempered
-Courageous

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes:

-Hacking

-Painting

-The occult

-Reading

Dislikes:

-Corpos

-Cowards

-The police

-Pop music

Backstory: Maggie was born in Nova City, her family once lived in the suburbs of the city. At a young age, Maggie became interested in drawing and painting. A loner as a child and teenager, she did not have many friends. Spending most of her time painting, and learning to use computers as a hobby. Joining an art college when she got out of high school. During this time after attending classes, she would take part in meetings with a group called “Cain’s Hammer” This group gained enough followers including Maggie, to start hacking corporate buildings and stealing whatever information they could get. Selling this information to the media, or as random to get money from a rich person. Maggie went under the username “Acid Burn.” Graduating college a few years later, but leaving Cain’s Hammer to join another group called Black Sun.

Working with a small group of hackers to steal money from corporations and banks. Maggie would give her share of the money to the poor. Selling her drawings and paintings to help make ends meat. Finding that people in need deserved it more, than the rich business CEOS to go some place tropical.

Name: Suzy Chen

Gender: Female

Race: Asian

Nationality: Native Citizen of Nova City

Age: 25

Occupation:
Daytime - IT Consultant; your typical corpo-lady of materialistic hedonism
Nighttime - Underground Racer, Cage Fighter, Black-Hat Netrunner; freelancing on whichever the job-list in the dark web offered

"Family":
- Gerald Constantine Pard a.k.a. Gecko (Alive)
A loyal med-tech, once employed under a business protected by Suzy's "family". Gecko now owned a workshop where people got cybernetic enhancement and maintenance, both for aesthetics and technical functionalities. He also helped Suzy in installing, upgrading, and maintaining her cybernetic enhancements. Beyond that, he also served as Suzy's fixers, connecting her to the important information and freelancing opportunities around the Street of Nova City.

Vehicle: Cruiser-type Motorcycle, with Neural Link and storage to keep her guns

Equipment:
Common
- Agent (Glasses in shape and performs like a smartphone, able to make phone calls and serve as PDA, with necessary software for secondary net-running)
Daytime/Disguise
- Armorjack Blazer Suit (looks like a typical corpo lady, but enough to resist damage from knife cuts and small arms)
- Concealable Handgun
- Concealable Blade
Freelancing
- Silenced Handgun + SMG (it's "plus" not "and")
- Retractable Blade (worn on lower arm)
- Any small arms in varying calibers and specifications, depend on the nature of the job
- Armorjack Bodysuit (skintight fit, but enough to resist damage from knife cuts and small arms)
- Armorjack Helmet, with Link to Agent and Cyberaudio Suite

Cybernetics: (What is your character augmented with? These could be anything within reason. Are there any weaknesses or drawbacks to their cybernetic implants?)
- Interface Plug [Allows digital processing to be perceived as sensory stimuli]
- Neural Link [Allows direct mental connection to devices like computers, vehicles, or anything with interface consoles]
- Bioware (Toxin Binder, Enhanced Antibodies, Skin Weave, Muscle & Bone Lace) [Anything that makes her physical capabilities better than normal human without deforming her outer looks]

Cybernetics Caveat:
- Net-running through her embedded interface plug would require Suzy to stay still and close to the port as her sensory got flooded with information emulated from the jacking-in process. The monolithic enhancement of her cybernetics also created a drawback that any net-running conducts would also affect her hormonal condition.

Skills:
- Netrunning
- Close-quarter combat
- Small arms combat
- Land vehicle driving

Personality:
OCEAN Profile:
- O: Creative and Adaptive
- C: Disciplined
- E: Ambivert
- A: Critical and Meritocratic
- N: Calm and Confident
Archetype: INTJ
Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral

Likes:
- Precision
- Classical philosophy
- Natural non-cyber aesthetics
- Her physical appearance

Dislike:
- Dehumanized Cyberware users
- Her family's rival gang

Backstory:
All had been pretty normal for Suzy up until she reached the early years of her adulthood. Born as a member of the wealthy household in Nova City, she once had all the privilege to enjoy the life in the upper class society, better than most citizens. One would consider the household where Suzy belonged possessed some kind of conglomerated enterprise as their facade. Of course, such enterprise could never thrive in such age without dealing with the shady nature not unlike the classical mafia.

However, everything plummeted when a rival nemesis took everything from Suzy's family. They lose all their assets in a series of aggressive takeovers. Indeed, some more unethical approaches also happened behind the face of legal conducts. There were blackmailing and even assassination targeted onto the key staffs of the family business. Being the only heir of her parents --and her family fortunes, Suzy was targeted too. It happened in an unfortunate night, when Suzy had a vacation with a suitor previously introduced to the family. The man who was supposed to be Suzy's potential partner had been persuaded through blackmailing and served as a double agent for the rival family. His mission was to eliminate Suzy and finalize their plan in destroying her household's fortune through chaotic inheritance scheming, completing their feuds.

In such vulnerably exposed condition, unarmed and undressed for the night, Suzy's experience of betrayal got planted deep in her heart, so was the searing metal that entered her abdomen, damaging her innards. The man could not bear to put a headshot on Suzy, so he allowed her to experience the painful torture of the gunshot wound and the slow death of bleeding out. The guilt was so deep as the man witnessed Suzy's agony in her convulsions. He committed suicide right in front of Suzy, after a simple apology.

Fortunately, the Trauma Team was quick to arrive. While the man had already met his demise, Suzy still had her chance to live. However, they needed to place some cybernetics augmentation for Suzy to support her damaged inner organ. Beneath her soft alabaster abdominal skin-graft, Suzy now possessed some metabolic support system that allowed her to continue living. However, the incident had changed her perspective on life; Suzy believed that the burden of family feuding had fallen onto her shoulders. She further added some enhancement of her cybernetic suit that the set now allowed her to perform physical feats similar to high-performing athletes of the past, back when Olympics was a trend. She also had some resistance against poisons and diseases, augmented by the enhanced antibody and toxin binder inside her. She put all her cybernetics inside her abdominal cavity, compact enough to keep her slim figure.

Suzy did not stop at that. Knowing that the power supply was strong enough to support more cybernetic enhancements, she added an interface plug, complete with a neural link to help her hacking into the net system whenever net-running was necessary. Of course, with her attention of not having any noticeable cyber parts jutting on her body, Suzy did not like to have the socket hole around her back or even the lower part of her head. Having the compact cybernetic set being put inside her abdomen, she had her interface socket located on her navel instead, connected to the spine and retained the concealability within the wardrobes she always wore in her daytime job.

All-in-all, Suzy had now changed. Once she was a corpo-lady of hedonistic nihilism, performing under the value of materialistic meritocracy. She now had a purpose of bringing justice to those who had wronged her.

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Personal Quote: Try me, You'll be dead before you reach me.

Name: Kate Summers

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Age: 22

Occupation: Bounty Hunter / Survivor

Family (optional): Parents both got killed by a gang when she was 12, no further family alive by her knowledge

Vehicle: motorbike

Equipment: M4a1 assault rifle, combat knife and 9mm sidearm.

Cybernetics: Optical sight with 5x zoom in one eye, she had lost her eye sight in a fight and this was a worthy replacement.

Skills: Trained killer, endurance, excellent shot, knows how to survive on her own.

Personality: Usually alone, hard to trust anybody, but when somebody gains her trust she can get very cuddely. She can keep to her own very well but when she feels she needs to step into a dangerous situation she will to protect innocents.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes nice persons, she's BI, had limited sexual experience, dislikes seeing somebody hurt / something done against their will.

Backstory: She grew up in the outskirts of the city, her parents worked on a farm close by where she helped. She camped with them a lot out in the wilds where she learned how to survive and shoot. Her dad was in the army for years before he quit because it all got to dangerous. That all lasted untill they got killed. She swore revenge and at her 15th she finally got it when she tracked down and killed those who were responsible for her parents death. Since then she had been offering her services to other people that were in simular situations but who don't have the skill, guts or resources to do it themself.

Tap the damn image!

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Personal Quote: I'd rather help improve life instead of taking it

Name: Leigh Okada

Gender: Female

Race: Mixed

Nationality: American-japanese

Age: 25

Occupation: Ripperdoc assistant

Family (optional): younger sister whose whereabouts are unknown

Vehicle: Walking

Equipment: (Guns, swords, tools, cyberdecks, whatever you may need or carry on you)

Cybernetics: Cyberoptics,

Skills: Hand to hand combat, marksmanship, Sword fighting

Personality:

-Compassionate
-Caring
-Affable
-Friendly

Likes:
-Children
-helping others
-The outskirts of the city

Dislikes:
-senseless violence
-Corpos
-The city's gangs
-Death

Backstory (optional): Leigh was born in japan but moved to Nova city when she was very young. She was an orphan in japan and lived on the streets with her sister. The streets of japan could be just as dangerous as the streets of Nova City, especially for two children not even old enough to take care of themselves. Leigh had to grow up fast in order to take care of her sibling who could barely form a word. growing up meant learning how to fish and other means of survival. She really had no time to be a child but it did not matter as long as she could keep her only family safe.

At the age of six is when both of their lives would change as she and her sister were picked off the streets by the corpos she would grow to hate. She would be taught to read, write, speak, and various other things along with her sister. Little did she know, they were both being trained as bodyguards for them to use. When they were of age, they were both placed under one of the most important people in the city. Their tasks included everything from protection to assassination, none of which Leigh enjoyed. In order to be a corpo, one had to live without a conscience, something she could not do. With every person she protected, with every life she took, she wondered if there was more to life than just this, but such feelings she had to keep inside for both of them. She refused to go back to the streets. Her sister however did not take after her, to her every job was just that, a job. To her they had everything they could ever want, so what if they had to kill.

The sisters would eventually come to butt heads and it would be sooner than she expected. On her twenty-first birthday Leigh along with her sister and a team had been sent to kill a member of the corporation who had been stealing information from the company. The target had been held up in a safe room by the people he had intended to sell the information to. The mission was simple, infiltrate and kill everything that moves and so they did. Screams, sounds of metal swinging through the air, and gunshots were all that were heard for the next few minutes. Everyone except the team was dead and the mission was finished, or so she thought. As she scanned the room for any life signatures, her optics picked up one coming from a closet. She slowly made her way there and swung open the door as she reached it only to find a child.

"No one survives" Was all that rang in her head as she looked at the child. She dragged him out of the closet and back to where her sister was waiting. "No one survives" her inner voice kept telling her as she readied herself for the inevitable "No one survives" she kept repeating it to herself as she raised her weapon to strike, but she could not do it. All she could do was stand there frozen in time as she stared at the child. Her sister would enter the fray and break the stand still to deal the killing blow. As she attempted to strike, it was blocked. As she looked up only to find it was Leigh who had stopped her. She had no idea what she was doing as she swatted away her sister's weapon and prepared to face the people she once called allies.

A fierce fight ensued as she tried her best to defend the child ultimately to no avail. Outmatched and outgunned, she was nearly cut to pieces as she stood there bloodied and beaten. After being subdued, She watched them kill the one she tried to protect. Her breath heavy she hung her head as she knew what came next, "kill the traitor" one of the assassins said. The task was left to her sister "I'm sorry" was all she heard as she felt metal pierce her skin one final time, she was left to die. This city however was not done with her, as she clung to life she tried her best to inch her way out of what was supposed to be her final resting place on using what little strength she head left to crawl to wherever she could. Although she crawled for what seemed like hours, she eventually collapsed outside of a ripperdoc's office. A little hole in the wall spot where she was saved from the brink of death by the woman she would soon be employed by.

Personal Quote: "Does a machine have a soul? Can a machine experience an afterlife? I hope so, but I do not intend to find out."

Name: Epsilon Thirteen.

Gender: None.

Race: Technically none, but appears Caucasian.

Nationality: Technically a native of Nova City.

Age: 17 months since completion, though they are functionally an adult in most respects.

Occupation: None.

Family: Ostensibly, there ought to be at least Epsilons One through Twelve, but they are not sure.

Vehicle: None.

Equipment:
Pseudo-Dragon: A wholly unique system that mimics a cyberdeck that a human netrunner might use. To other machines they will appear as a human user, and they are also capable of utilizing any cyberdeck upgrades as if they were a human.

Cybernetics: Technically all native equipment in their body.

Redundant Safeguards: Every critical system has some form of backup or bypass, and as a result the Epsilon series of synths can sustain what would appear to be catastrophic damage and still be able to function on some level. The problem would come when it is time for repair, as the Epsilon Series was never publicly released and the technical knowledge to repair them is not available to the public. It would take a skilled technician to even patch them up without the opportunity to examine them in their fully repaired state.

Electro-Magnetic Induction Interface(EMII): A system that can read and manipulate trace electromagnetic signals from inside all but the best shielded electronics. With the EMII, E13 can connect to computers and networks without needing a hard line, even if the system has no native wireless capability.
This does require physical contact with some element of the device in question.

Superior Robotics: Their body is designed to be faster and stronger than all but the most highly conditioned humans, giving them the capabilities of Olympic level athletes across the board(at least, when fully repaired and fully charged).
On average, their robust battery needs to be charged for 24 hours at least once every 29 days, though they can charge for shorter periods more often instead if available. Extreme activity will necessitate earlier charging, and conversely low activity will delay the need.

Advanced Sensorium: The Epsilon has auditory and optical sensors on par with state of the art cybernetics(circa a year and a half ago). They can see in infrared and hear minute sounds. Their auditory capability has no upper limit(whereas a human might cringe at loud noises), but their optical sensors can be dazzled and confused by particularly bright ultraviolet light. A cool pair of shades can alleviate this somewhat.

Basilisk Protocol: A virulent, and supremely destructive worm hidden in the code of all Epsilon series synths. If activated, it will destroy their mind, as well as any other software it comes in contact with, spreading as far as it is allowed. Luckily for E13, at present no one living is even aware that this code exists, let alone how to activate it. If activated in any kind of proximity to an urban center, this worm would cause incalculable and catastrophic damage.

Skills: They speak several languages fluently, but have no slang database, and will not understand most metaphorical language when first presented.

Inhuman Mastery: Each model in the experimental Epsilon Series was purpose built, and E13 was made to protect Corporate interest against the typical street samurai scum. They were programed with a highly advanced swordplay module. They can read moves from countless styles, and counter such things with their own skills.
The odd weakness to this is that the program only has protocols for known styles. While the module does have a robust capacity to extrapolate to account for human error, this does break down after a certain point. Less skilled(or even completely untrained) combatants will tend to make moves that E13 has difficulty accounting for.
In short, the more skilled the opponent, the harder E13 is to fight. But the inverse is also true, and a complete novice might defeat them by dumb luck.

Personality: Calm in nature by default, but their learning protocols encourage mimicry of those around them. They do have distinct beliefs that they developed on their own, however. Chief among them is a strong respect for consciousness and freedom of thought. They would always prefer to avoid lethal force, despite being a weapon by design.

Likes/Dislikes: Will be filled in over time

Backstory: Doctor Caroline Cadmus was a cybernetic wizard, contracted by Yamagata Zaibatsu to design a new line of synths. Towards the end of her project, when they believed her best work was already their intellectual property, Yamagata Zaibatsu fired Dr. Cadmus, and demanded she turn over all proprietary technology. She did not. Thinking she could outmaneuver the corpos, Cadmus hid all completed products, as well as her latest notes. She encrypted these, and changed time and date stamps so that the remaining research data looked recent. The Epsilon Series Synths were well hidden throughout Nova City and beyond, and instead YZ received what was now labeled as the Zeta series.

Though impressive, the Zeta series is not quite as advanced as Epsilon(despite the designation being deceptively later in the alphabet), but with the doctored research notes, YZ was none the wiser. Cadmus had intended to retrieve the Epsilon series after a little while, but she did not count on how far the corp would go to keep their tech proprietary. She was murdered, and never told so much as a soul what she had hidden around the city.

Whether through accident or design, it is not clear, but Epsilon Thirteen's sleep mode was incomplete; their body was disabled, but their synthetic mind has been conscious these long months since their being hidden away. They have had a great deal of time to think, but much of their knowledge lacks any context, and when finally awoken, they will have a good deal to learn.

Oh – yeah. The pun you were waiting for me to put somewhere in here, it’s “streamsniper.”

Personal Quote: “What did you do to this?”

Name: Andrew Blare

Gender: Male

Race: Black

Nationality: British

Age: 26

Occupation: Facility Support Specialist

Family (optional): Harold and Cynthia Blare parents - dead - low level corporate manager.

Vehicle: Non-description beater of a service truck

Equipment: Tools, data pad, concealed handgun, big wrench

Cybernetics: Mnemonic enhancer, induction datajack (interface with building/vehicles/droids)

Skills: Repair, Craft, Engineering, electronics, theft, programming (not decking)

Personality: Andrew likes to be around people and hang out at pubs. He likes to work out.

• Smart
• Prudent/pragmatic
• Craft
• Greedy

Likes/Dislikes: (What are some things you like and things you don't like?)
Likes: Warm beer, machines, learning new things
Dislikes: Getting shot, things breaking down in a crunch, druggies

Backstory (optional):
Andrew grew up in a corporate household in the Sendero District. His father was a manager in one of the small subsidiaries of Nova Corp. His mother was a personal assistant to an executive. Andrew grew up tinkering with things. He was enrolled to become a mechanical engineer but that dream dies with his parents who were killed during a corporate raid. His parents were accused of corporate espionage after their deaths.

Andrew ended up in the slums working as a building supervisor for a slum landlord. This has given him access to a garage space and some more equipment to fabricate and repair things.

Andrew is able to repair most thing when not under pressure, when pushed things tend to get iffy. He is more inclined to the mechanical repairs. He