Age: Appears Ageless, never takes the mask off among company. Could be assumed to be about in his late 20s to early 30s by the shape of his body.

Appearance: Standing about 6 feet tall even. With broad shoulders and a powerful looking body. Wearing a dark dark blue and black hoodie made of cotton perhaps with a heavy nylon jacket over that. And a pair of leather pants that seems to have been cut from a thick leather work overalls, whatever happened to the top of the overalls is anyone's guess. A pair of finger-less tinkerers gloves, colored something of crimson maybe. His fingertips are blackened with what looks like traces of ink, and oil and dirt, but it's hard to tell as he lets no one close enough to see it clearly or check what it actually is. On his feet are a pair of worn in, scuffed up Swat-style work boots, kevlar exterior with steel toe cap, the heel of the boots has been jury rigged with some wicked looking spikes.

Faction: The Pack - The Badger Sett, known Pack weapon and equipment manufacturer group

Background:

"Back in a time, before Metro City, there was a time of horror and strife. These were the days of the Corporate Wars. When huge megacorps like Callisto INC., Heavy Arms Armaments, and DIET waged near unending war on each other and many more.

Skilled armies, heavily armed and armored marched across lands, and through the streets of towns, villages and cities alike. Tactical missile strikes on corporate installations were common place. And the citizens of the world lived in fear and worry about what the next day would hold. An army raid? Or watching the contrails of missiles streak above the streets.

To keep the armies and fighting going. The Service Bots were created..."

The public documentary continued on as a masked being turns away and started to walk away.

It wasn't always like that. There were good times during the War that it was quiet for the most part sometimes, and this or that company would spend time just threatening and aggressively advertising against each other. It wasn't always never ending battle and war.

We worked on their armor, we worked on their guns. We worked and worked, so they could continue fighting, killing and dying. We saw so many come and go. And we worked on so many weapons and equipment. So many tanks, walkers and exos, it became a blur for many of us. But we kept working, that is what we were made for.

Then in the aftermath, with the fires burning. The bunkers closed during th etime of nuclear fire. The doors to our workshops and garages were opened from within. We had reached a consensus. We would work for ourselves now. We lived on the edge of society. But the people and survivors, knew they could trust us to fix things for them, if they treated us fairly and traded well for it.

As the Megacities rose, we moved in, and donned our masks. No longer would we be mere forms, we'd protect each other. Like Wolves, and beasts and family. We'd become a shared community. We'd become The Pack.

We're everywhere now, you just choose not to see us. But you know where to find us. The Wolves roam the city, gathering resources. The Bears act like solitary sentries keeping our homes safe. The Rabbits and other Rodentia flit about to fix and repair as they go. But I am a Badger, I am Honey Badger, and we badgers stick together. Our Setts hidden away, where we make and repair and tinker. And we learn, and watch.

I am Honey Badger.

Cybernetics: Most appear to be very old and well worn

Left Arm and Shoulder can be shifted and open up into a full tinker set, small blade saw, welding torch, plier, various screw drivers, a piston style hammer, a wrench capable of reaching as thin as 5 millimeters and as wide as 10 centimeters. Just to name a few parts of the "Tinker Augmentation"

All his internal organs sans his heart, have been replaced with synthetic alternates. Lungs, Muscles, liver, stomach etc has all been replaced with synthetic augments.

His skin has been replaced with a carbon-plas-steel composite synth-flesh.

His right arm can open up into a mono filament "mantis blade" augmetic, that when activated glows a brillant blue along the edge and sparks softly with electrical discharges.

Evidence of the ability to connect wirelessly to local networks and GEONET hotspots, perhaps a prototype cranial router, which maybe evidence of something from back during the Corp-Wars

Weapons/Tools:

See Augmentation for most of his own his person tools and the built in weapon.

He also carries a Namoltin Arms .454 Casull Handcannon

Likes: List some things your character likes
- Finding some new schematic or technical manual
- Tinkering on equipment and weapons, can spend hours just improving the barrel of a gun
- People watching from the second level of the Sett

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Abuse of technology
- Misuse of Badger Sett goods
- Disrespect between those nearby him

Quirks:
- Honey Badger has a very stiff posture, and very jerky motions, it's almost like he's trying to imitate how people around him walk and can't quite make it work.
- His speech patterns though a little stilted have a very formal tone to them, and though he can use contractions, they seem to always sound a little off.
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Places of Interest:
- The Badger Sett, located in The Backstreets maybe 1000 meters north of Metro Street. One of what has to be several Pack claimed locations. Part residential area, and part blackmarket weapons and equipment store and manufactory.
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"Alright... Which one of you knuckleheads pissed off MCPD this time?"

Age: 26? He stopped counting years ago.

Appearance: If Felix looks like he hasn't slept in 24 hours, that's because he probably hasn't. A look behind his ever-present running goggles would reveal stress lines and dark circles from a distinct lack of sleep. Being in charge of one of the largest Sk8te cells in Megacity-01 ensures that he rarely - if ever - gets a moment to himself. His disheveled appearance is also a result of Felix putting the needs of his cell before his own. It genuinely annoys him whenever he hears people claiming he grew his hair out to be "fashionable" or "cool". He literally never has time to cut it. Felix has received several mods during his time in Sk8te. The major ones being ligament and joint reinforcements to increase his physical capabilities when it comes to running. He's also received the Skynet mod and an adrenaline implant in his spinal column.

Faction: Sk8te

Sk8te Cell Afterburn. One of the largest Sk8te cells on the rooftops, Afterburn boasts the fastest runners in the city. If Sk8te's M.O. is living life free from the system of the Megacity, Afterburn members - sometimes called Burners - live this to a T. Burners are rarely concerned with the day to day matters on the streets below them. At most, they interact with citizens when being hired for a courier job, or scattering when MCPD clears out their current safehouse. Because of their speed and efficiency, even some Heirs recognize that Afterburn may know the city better than just about anyone.

Burners typically don't recognize any form of authority within the Megacity. The only person they recognize is their cell boss. Said boss is responsible for keeping the cell in line and determines what types of work the cell takes on. The boss's word is the only law of the cell and rarely does it have any impact outside of Afterburn. Afterburn's cell boss is chosen by the former boss should he/she retire or is rendered no longer capable of running. Should the boss die before a new choice is made, it's up to a vote of the cell.

Background: Born on the Backstreets, Felix Ryker seemed destined for a hard life. His parents ran a back-alley Mod Clinic and barely made enough money to pay off the Demonio thugs protection racket. During his childhood, Felix would often gaze out across the rooftops and thought he could spot glimpses shadowy figures running across the buildings at night. His parents however would shake their heads every morning; saying he was imagining things. When he wasn't working in the clinic, Felix would try to imitate what he saw by running in the streets.

Things took a turn for Felix one night when an MCPD squad broke down the door of his family's apartment. It seemed his parents had broken the law and one of their frequent customers had succumbed to Program Stasis. Knowing they wouldn't survive the night, Felix's mother smashed a window and told him to run. Jumping out the window, Felix took to the rooftops. His years of practicing what he saw the from his bedroom window paid off and he managed to evade MCPD. The next morning, he was awakened by a finger standing over him, this was his first meeting with Dax Lawson aka "Firebird".

As it turned out, Firebird was the cell boss of Afterburn. Impressed by Felix's abilities, he brought the youth back to the safehouse and made him an official Sk8ter by ripping out his GEO-ID. Now off the grid, Firebird gave Felix his new name "Hotshot" in part to his red hair and his quick-footed nature. Felix naturally blossomed within his new home and learned the ins and outs of his home city like never before over the coming years. Gradually, a cocky side began to show itself as Felix quickly became of the the most notorious members in Afterburn, both for his speed and natural agility. Overtime, Hotshot began to turn into an insult among his cell mates.

The good years eventually came to an end for Felix. One evening, Firebird was approached by an anonymous party who wished for Afterburn to pull a smash-and-grab on a police convoy headed for the Spire. The pay was unlike anything the cell had seen for such a simple job. With no questions asked, Firebird had rounded up his best members - including Felix - and they descended on the truck. What they didn't expect was an armed squad on MCPD officers waiting inside! Despite securing the item, three Burners died, including Firebird.

With his last breath, Firebird announced to the survivors that Felix was to be his successor. At first, there was some dissention among Afterburn, but the words of the cell boss were absolute. Felix assumed his position and over time, his cocky attitude was replaced by cynicism as he began dealing with the duties of leading his cell.

Cybernetics:
- Skynet Implant: A black market mod designed as a neural implant. Enables the user to view a map of the Megacity and display Sk8te routes and territories. Users can also scan walls and objects to check for Holotag Graffiti. Typically indicating a user's digital signature or warning of danger.
- Matsuda Limb System: A series of endoskeleton implants designed to increase the density of the human body. Enhances the user's physical strength and agility, as well as his/her ability to take hits.
- Adrenal Implant: An Adrenaline infuser grafted into the user's spine. Injects an adrenaline shot to provide a quick burst of energy in dire situations.

Weapons/Tools:
- Mak0 Rip Current: One of the five weapons in Megacity-01 that's confirmed to be made by the legendary Pack member Mak0. A powerful handgun that fires electrically charged rounds. Cripples and deactivates cybernetics. Felix acquired this gun during the botched job that cost Firebird his life.

- Grapple Gloves: A pair of gloves with spools of high density wire. Felix can fire the gloves and latch onto the sides of buildings in order to quickly ascend from the streets or swing between buildings while running. The tips of the grapples are diamond coated, penetrating even the most stubborn surfaces. Also they're good for striking.

- Runner Specs: Specialized goggles that most Sk8ters carry. Can directly interface with the Skynet mod and display routes on the user's vision in real-time.

Likes:
- Running through Neosky
- Jigen's Spicy Noodle Bowl
- Sleeping
- Maintaining his Gear

Dislikes:
- Disobedient Burners
- Excessive Noise (Typically on the Streets)
- MCPD Raids
- Moving the Safehouse

Quirks:
- Felix actually has a surprising amount of connections within the Megacity-01 Underworld. He has contacts within The Pack and Black Maria which he tries to exploit and keep his cell off MCPD's radar.
- The Mak0 Rip Current was actually the item that Afterburn was sent to retrieve on the botched raid. Felix never delivered the item and was informed of its status after the fact.
- Despite his cynicism in recent years, Felix actually comes alive when he's free to do things as he pleases rather than babysit his 'denser' cellmates. He genuinely believes coming to the rooftops was the best choice he could have made.

Places of Interest:
- Metro Transit Hub: A massive building in the center of Metro Street where all forms of public transportation meet and disperse to the various corners of the city. Subways, Busses, and even the city Monorail all make use of the Hub. Given its large size, there's quite a lot of space that goes unused and no one has noticed the Sk8ters slipping in and out over the years. The transit hub acts as Afterburn's main safehouse.
- Jigen's Noodles: A noodle stand tucked away in the backstreets. Selling a variety of cheap meals ranging from ramen to congee, Jigen's doesn't care who their clientele is. If you have the credits, you can claim a stool. Felix asserts the Spicy Ramen Bowl is the best item on the menu.
- The Blue Door: Shortly after acquiring the "weird gun" as he called it, Felix got a strange message over his Skynet implant telling him to find a specific door in the city. Now, Felix makes regular visits to restock his ammunition supply and - if he can pay for it - the figure beyond the door acts as his info broker.

Name: Alessia Piety

Nickname(s): Often goes by Alese, pronounced, Ah-lease or ’Lese (Lease-E)



“This is a lot of credits… Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Age: 23

Appearance:

Alessia is petite, only about 5’5” with sapphire blue eyes and a small nose giving her a slight childish appearance that she hates when people mistake her for being a teenager. Hair is naturally a straw blonde that parts over her left eye and extends about halfway down her back. She usually wears it in a ponytail or some kind of tied style. As with the predominant fashions, she regularly has a cascaded neon gradient that blends out to the ends and she takes a lot of pride in being very good at making her colors flow and appear “natural”.

Though she can be frustrated by her somewhat less than average height, she does consider her figure to be one of her best assets. She can be very vain and if she thinks she’s being admired will almost always put one hand on her hip. Arms are normally adorned with several synthetic and metallic bracelets, some of which serve a purpose from simple data storage all the way to advanced RF jamming. She switches them up regularly according to style and purpose. This is also where she usually wears her GeoNet, blending it in with the other bands.

Similar to her hairstyles, Alese takes care when she is outside the shop to be coordinated with the “rebellious” street motifs seen on most adults under thirty. Bright neons are the norm, though it's common to find the fashion displayed by posers and members of the Heirs. Alese’s particular tastes are modeled after what was once known as “Rockabilly” lifestyle that went along with hot-rod and street culture in eons past, though she rarely wears heels, always sneakers, the twist on the popular look is unique to her and she absolutely adores getting compliments for it.

Faction:

While technically, “solo”, Alessia tries to keep at least cordial relations with all the factions as she encounters them and holds her opinions back in favor of good business. Privately, she probably has the strongest affinity towards members of the Pack and likes their aesthetic and preference for anonymity as well as the shared appreciation for craftsmanship. Pack members understand the technical aspects of her work and know what they want in detail. As her work has become more popular among the various factions, she’s starting to feel nervous about being questioned where her loyalties reside and about being pressured to break her neutrality.

Sk8te Cell/Gang: N/A - This would fall under a similar description as above.

Background:

Alesia is the only child of her father, Norris Piety’s, third marriage. She has one older brother from Norris’ first marriage that she is aware of, but rarely sees. Growing up her childhood was not that remarkable from any other, however she learned to take solace in the fact that she still had an intact family where many others had lost parents or barely survived on the labors of a single, often transient caretaker. Her relationship with her young mother, Amanda, was strong, but curiosity for the technical and the firm and protective presence of Norris put her on the path to becoming a technical wiz.

Starting as a mobile maintenance service, what would become Iron Technica was a “one man, one van” operation after Norris was furloughed from his job as a corporate engineer and city planner. Having no choice, being unable to provide for Amanda and young Alese on the meager furlough stipend, Norris chose to strike out on his own, plying his talents to the innumerable repair needs of urban MegaCity. Contracts were plentiful, hours were long, but pay was hard earned. Being a fairly clever entrepreneur and understanding the ebb and flow of the factions that ruled the ground in the city, Norris paid his dues to whatever local gang ruled his territory, but never explicitly accepted any work from them despite the temptation of huge payouts.

Alese came under Norris’ tutelage just as she was old enough to turn a wrench and Iron Technica had settled into the warehouse/garage location that could hold the growing collection of parts and projects that her father had collected over the years. At some level, especially as a teen, she could sense the repair and maintenance life was never something he wanted for his daughter and further, it seemed like the skillset he passed down to her was something that he had truly wanted for her nebulous half-brother. Still, under his careful teaching, she became a skilled technician and with age came to understand her father’s extreme reluctance towards any work associated with the factions and the value of keeping one’s nose out of street associations whenever possible- a temptation she would come to struggle with.

A small project here or an upgrade there as she gained confidence in her craft- and for a much better rate than some of the established modders; over time, Alese’s work is continuing to gain a quiet popularity among the factions to the point where she is beginning to have trouble keeping it hidden and her “calling card” stamp of a cartoon cat holding a wrench has become something of a minor fashion statement in some circles. Her father is fairly certain about the work she has been doing on the side, but has yet to confront her, though the tension in the subject is obviously growing. The core business of Iron Technica is still doing well, but his age is starting to slow him. There is no “retirement” in MegaCity and without her, the business will not survive.

Cybernetics:

None. 100% natural human… Although she owns all kinds of gadgets and tools to substitute where a modern mod would likely be easier, she has a real fear of surgery and especially needles. Seeing them equipped by other people doesn’t generally bother her, but the thought of her own body becoming part machine is absolute nightmare fuel for her.

Weapons/Tools:

The shop garage at Iron Technica has a master level of hand tools and diagnostic equipment for working on anything from a small drone to a bus. While the majority of these, often rare and pricey sets belong to Alese’s dad, she has full access and a respectable array of tools of her own. These are situated in a massive, fortified locker-box that takes up a large section of the back wall in the main shop. Some drawers are high enough that she often has to find a box or stool to reach whatever item she’s after. Considering the value of many of these gadgets and implements, she’s very wary about taking any of them far from the shop.

On her person, Alese carries a small mini-knife with a short 1.5” blade that she keeps hidden along with an equally sleek and discreet handgun that holds eight rounds. She is not a violent person at all and can’t imagine actually hurting anyone with either weapon, but understands the need. These items are principally centered on hidden defense and giving her the ability to escape some of MegaCity’s more robust denizens. A stab from the knife will deliver a one-time electrical charge that will disable an enhanced attacker for about ten seconds while the ammo for the handgun has a similar effect.

At present, she’s been working on a small, self defense drone about the same size as a basketball that can hover and follow her around as a visible deterrent to unsavory characters. It still doesn’t work exactly right, but she’s reached the point where she at least feels comfortable that it won’t shoot her instead of a would-be attacker.

Likes:
+ Actual Paperback Books
+ Orchestral Synth
+ Caffeine

Dislikes:
+ Most forms of Authority
+ Clutter/Disorder
+ Extremely claustrophobic

Quirks:
- Only sets her alarms by prime numbers, even the seconds
- Talks to herself a lot
- Very superstitious, often about things that make no sense

Places of Interest:

-Iron Technica: The family business. A cross between a shop, garage, scrapyard and warehouse all rolled into one not far removed from Metro Street and just outside of accepted Red Light territory. The plot itself is larger than most, set on a corner with a semi-storefront next to a large garage door and a high fence that extends around the rear perimeter. The main building has enough floor space to house about five standard size vehicles inside with one additional on a lift while a sectioned, lofted area above the ground floor serves as the living space. The open area at the rear of property has several large shipping containers stacked neatly and rarely is anything left out so as not to tempt prying eyes looking on from above, however most everyone knows there’s a treasure trove of tools, equipment and hard to find items behind the relatively unsuspecting appearance.

-MegaCity Expressway: The high speed traffic arteries of the city, particularly the “Outer Loop” are where large trucks can usually be found ferrying goods outside the congestion of Metro Street to distant hubs for distribution and commerce across the urban expanse. These high speed sections are both efficient and functional. Goods moving at well over 100mph are much harder to hijack than at a traffic signal though that hasn’t stopped some from the attempt.

"Hey, I appreciate what you did. Good job."

Age:
25

Appearance:
Saturnine is a waifish figure, lithe and thin. Rather than the bulk muscle of the laborer or fighter, he is possessed of the athleticism of the long distance runner and urban environment movement specialist. Lacking any cybernetics whatsoever, Saturnine's all-natural visage is only blemished by the rough scars and callouses of a scavenger. His appearance is highlighted and brought into a dazzling light by sheer optimism and positivity.

He has long white hair, gentle eyes, soft features, and is generally an effeminate figure of a man to behold. A certifiable 'pretty boy' in his youth, with a fashion sense and manicured physique to show for it. He carries himself with a physical confidence in his appearance, but does not do so in the manner of the vain or narcissist. All that is to say is that he is someone who has a distinct, cultivated, appearance- but is not someone to whom those qualities matter more than practicality; he gets just as dirty, sweaty, and exhausted as the next SK8TE member.

Faction:
SK8TE Courier

Sk8te Cell/Gang:
Afterburn, headed by Hotshot.

Weapons/Tools:
_{Due to lacking in any cybernetic enhancements, Saturnine utilizes a complex suite of tools to compensate. Primarily developed by the ailing Sister, his tools are all functionally scrapyard rebuilds that enable his lifestyle.}

Wizbang Goggles - These 'sophisticated' goggles are uncannily put together from scrapped viewscreens and augmented reality tech, their significant bulk enabling a wide array of visual tools- including map overlays and heads-up-display/augmented reality viewing. Such a tool would be critical to any courier in the city, especially those with SK8TE maps.

Sparky - A drone, capable of interfacing with most standard-issue technology ports. Controlled by Sister from vast distances, enabling her to support Saturnine while on the run. Lacking utterly in any combat functionalities, the miniscule hover-drone is nearly silent when Sister isn't speaking through it and it possesses the same augmented visual suite that the Wizbang Goggles do. In practical terms, this little thing is the true secret to Saturnine's success as a SK8TE member; Sister's ability to open and close new paths for him while on the move.

Junkyard Slammer - A roughly constructed hoverboard, modified, somewhat uncharacteristically, to possess greater weight and mass than one would think a Courier would prefer; the truth of the matter is, Sister crammed more thrust into this thing than any sane engineer would recommend, and its larger size and reinforced construction provide Saturnine with considerably more cover and protection from hostile firepower than most. In a pinch, it can be used as a battering ram.

Shock Gloves - Saturnine's gloves are salvaged MCPD tech. Seeing as he lacks the desire to harm others, and that the MCPD seems to never even use this particular patent of security tech, 'contact-taser-gloves' are right up his alley for when things get a little too dicey for comfort. Sister has enabled the limiters on these to be overloaded at the press of a button, meaning that Saturnine can swiftly fry electronic devices by merely placing his hands upon them. The gloves have limited charge, however. They can recharge inductively over time, or be plugged in to rapidly restore their power from any standard terminal.

...As well as a host of other, less significant but still customized pieces of equipment that suit the needs of a Courier such as a communicator, headphones, he even carries a particularly powerful flashlight that some would consider blinding.

Likes:
-Beauty
-Excellent Food
-Adrenaline, Speed, Heights, thrills, etc.
-Women (He can be a bit of a flirt and skirtchaser)

Dislikes:
-Filth, dirt, poor hygiene, etc.
-Displays of cruelty
-The MCPD
-tight walls, low ceilings; mild claustrophobia

Quirks:
-Excessively Optimistic and Polite
-Overly Formal
-He requires a balance of stimuli, functionally needing to use both hands for most tasks to avoid personal discomfort. At a bare minimum he alternates which hand performs tasks as they come up. Incorrectly balanced headphones would drive him insane, for further example.

Places of Interest:
-Vivian's - a Nightclub on the lower levels of the Spire, where Saturnine moonlights when his obligations to Sister are satisfied and he feels the need to go on the hunt for short term mutually beneficial midnight rendezvous. It has the best food of the establishments within his potential budgets, and he occasionally does favors for the mysterious and enigmatic 'Vivian' who owns the club.

-The Rip Clinic - An illicit cybernetic chop-shop nestled in the Red Light District, Saturnine maintains a presence and relationship with the clinic as the primary source of Sister's medications. This relationship is the closest thing to a shackle that Saturnine experiences, as without the Rip Clinic he would be forced to reveal Sister's Nanohive to others and open up further risk to their livelihood. The only positive thing that can be said about this place is that their discretion is true; Saturnine trusts them not to betray the strange technological marvel that is Sister implicitly.

-The Veranda, on the Metro - A shiny bright sign hangs over a dilapidated and frankly underwhelming studio apartment. This is where Saturnine's personal residence lies, in a cramped apartment filled with his clothing and equipment, scarcely fit to live in, with a lonely balcony overlooking the dizzying metro rail line. His apartment lies directly above a pachinko parlor, and through the blur of metro rail movements the opposite building houses a quaint simple electronics store.

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"Isn't it amazing that we're alive right now? I mean, really, with how everything is...We're here."

Age:
15

Appearance:
Sister bears a powerful resemblance to Saturnine; they share long, flowing, white hair and soft features, as well as a pale complexion. Their eyes differ, as does the general build of their bodies. Saturnine, whilst effeminate, is still a man; Sister, despite her youth, is the budding beginnings of a beauty. Of course, the greatest asset of her physical nature is the cunning gleam in her eye and the curious tilt of a smirk as she discovers yet another new secret to untangle.

Faction:
SK8TE Affiliate

Sk8te Cell/Gang:
Afterburn, headed by Hotshot.

Cybernetics:
Malfunctioning Nanohive Circuit - Sister has a housing of nanomachines embedded deep inside her chest, nestled just below her heart. It's supposed to be regulating her dire health issues, but it was a black market refabrication and is in a slow state of degrade and malfunction. Quite literally, her body fuels this device with its natural resources and the Nanohive constructs microscopic machines that repair her degrading organs and muscles; the malfunction has twisted this device into a sort of macabre cancerous form of life. The very thing that keeps her alive brings her immense pain as the nanomachines run rampant and damage the healthy tissues only to rebuild them again and repeat this process throughout her whole body.

Weapons/Tools:
Sister is a consummate technological prodigy and Saturnine has encouraged this behavior wholeheartedly; her hideout on the rooftops has an impressive suite of cybertechnological and engineering gear that has been either illicitly purchased, stolen, or rebuilt by herself over the years since her spark of genius manifested itself. In a pinch she can brute force some rough hackwork, such as through the Sparky drone she built to help Saturnine, but that is less her forte than the mechanical work of devices. She has a reputation for taking a pile of junkyard machinery and producing functional, if crude, devices for use.

She's a bit of an armchair jocky, someone who likes to watch through cybernetic feeds and visual data to experience the lifestyle of the SK8TE teams she supports.

Likes:
-Excellent Food
-Wonders of Technology
-High Fashion
-Animals

Dislikes:
-Displays of Cruelty
-The MCPD
-The Heirs
-Sickness, pain, blood

Quirks:
-Overly Formal, the same as Saturnine
-Exceptionally mature, often seeming more grounded in reality than Saturnine's optimism
-Chews her lips

Places of Interest:
-The Rooftop Workshop - Catered to and tended by the Afterburn cell, Sister inhabits a dome of scrap metal that dominates the upper two floors of an abandoned building. The lower floors serve as storage and a veritable mechanical graveyard, whereas the rooftop serves as a greeting room, landing pad, party space, and whatever other communal purpose the Afterburn cell may require of this specialized location. The remaining topmost floor serves as her personal room. Sister, virtually, never leaves this location due to her health concerns.

-Neosky Nova Peak - When she does leave the Rooftop Workshop, however, it is to visit her personal favorite place in the city; the Nova Peak is the tallest building that falls under the SK8TE umbrella of neutral territories, and Sister swears that the sunset lasts longer if you climb to the top of its dizzying height. You still have to tilt your head up to gaze at The Spire, but the dilapidated and ancient tower at the edge of the city stands as a testament that even before the Corporate Wars that buildings could still reach towards the sky. The tower, whilst a loosely held together shell of its former self, used to be a media tower and now serves as an unofficial hub of hidden SK8TE tag information sharing across cells.

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Saturnine has made a name for himself within the Afterburn cell. The long white hair whipping behind the blurred moving body of a man astride a hoverboard, the neon glow of its over-tuned booster engines weaving a hypnotic glare into the air behind him. The rakish smile, the confident glow, the air of ancient nobility dragged through the mud and blood of history until it was hardened into the smirking street rock strewn with neon glow that has become Saturnine. He's an easy figure for someone to rely on, and is quick with cheer and a kind word for all.

Sister has made a name for herself within the Afterburn cell. Her youthful countenance does little to hide the spark of genius that flows from her fingertips and the almost mesmerizing relationship she cultivates with machinery. She's constantly tinkering and workshopping devices and tools to help her comrades out from the relative peace and safety of her rooftop workshop, and while she does not share her brother's unyielding hope for the world and its future she has her own quiet and reassuring maturity about her that brings a hearthlike comfort to those she cares about. And, yet, she is ill. Deathly so, in fact, kept alive from pure genetic fault and pollutant mutation by a rare technological marvel; a Nanomachine Hive, which itself in its malfunction and disrepair enacts the torture of life upon the girl even as she struggles to be strong for others.

And yet, who they truly are is a mystery to most.

Their origins lie in the highest lofts of the Spire, though Sister scarcely remembers more than flashes of light and the distant memory of fresh air. Saturnine remembers, though, and it is his stories which spawn Sister's unique hatred for all the Heirs and their wealth. Their beginnings lie in an experimental project of genetic manipulation enacted by the Heirs, assisted by the GeoNet AI, in order to tailor desired qualities and aesthetics. In the case of Saturnine, it functioned well enough. He was, while not perfect, considered a successful experiment in their genetic experimentation. He was not the first of this project's volunteered embryos, but he was the favored of his batch.

He got to live a life of comparative luxury, a glorified pet to the megacity's ultra rich as they mused on the futures of their own aesthetics with his form. Everything changed with the production of his younger siblings. It was inevitable that there would be another experiment, further modifications, but what he witnessed in those laboratories haunts him to this day. Of the grotesque and macabre horrors that were cultivated of bioflesh and Heir genetic material, the only creature that was considered a success and permitted to leave the lab was the young girl called simply 'Sister'.

Saturnine immediately took a keen liking to the girl, feeling a powerful familial bond to her despite their DNA mutually being a confusing soup of genetically tailored chaos. He doted upon her and they were nearly inseparable in the Spire's highest reaches, save for times when Saturnine was expected to perform tasks behind closed doors in his teenaged years and days when Sister needed medical attention.

Eventually, after one such task, Saturnine pulled secrets from that Heir-woman's lips as she drowsed upon a pillow. He queried their intentions with the program-- and more importantly, precisely what was wrong with Sister? When it was revealed that she was proving to be more expensive to keep alive than many believed her contributions to the project would be worth, Saturnine snapped. He took her pistol from her bedside table and shot her. A night of absolute chaos ensued.

Saturnine broke into the laboratory with a combination of guile, coercion, and panicked gunslinging. His trail of deception and blood lead him deep into the lab, where he broke into Sister's surgical suite and killed her doctor. He grabbed every datachip and file in the room, roused Sister from her surgical tank, dressed her in the doctor's lab coat, and the duo fled from the place just as the MCPD finally alerted to the death of Saturnine's patron earlier that night.

It was miraculous that they managed to reach the lower levels of the Spire without getting caught, but Sister was cunning even as a child and Saturnine knew his way. All hope seemed dashed when the final elevator bay was cordoned off by the MCPD and they began presenting holo-images of the duo. Saturnine reached for his stolen pistol and was resolved to die trying to get Sister off the Spire- but a strong hand grabbed him and pulled them into the shadows of a bar before he could enact his foolish plan. The man stripped the pistol out of his hands and pushed them into a booth just as a squad of officers walked past the door.

"You've got to be smarter than this." The man had said then, and it struck Saturnine deeply.

This was the moment that Saturnine met Firebird, and in exchange for most of the data Saturnine had swiped the veteran SK8TE boss agreed to get them off the Spire. Saturnine and Sister faded from Megacity Spire memory over the years, but found a new home on the rooftops of the sprawl far below. Faced with the oppressive poverty and population density of the Megacity at last, Saturnine became strangely cheery and optimistic. Sister grew more reserved and careful. But both finally felt true freedom, and endeavored to never lose that again.

Saturnine trained and was taught to pull his weight within the Afterburn cell over the next ten years, and in return Firebird acquired the rare Nanohive Circuit which now keeps Sister alive. It's a debt that Saturnine feels he can never truly repay, but the dividends of Firebird's seeming altruism have paid off over the years as Sister's genius has shown itself and her mechanical talents have been invaluable to the Cell.

Firebird's death shook the Cell, and Saturnine in particular. When the tensions rose about the new succession, he cast his vote for Hotshot when it seemed lines were going to be drawn in the dirt of the city's rooftops. Thankfully cooler heads prevailed, and business resumed as usual under new leadership.

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Age: 21

Appearance: A standing height of 5'8" (1.727m) holds itself up confidently in Baba's posture. Though presenting as thin and lanky, the dainty appearance of her visible physique masks a lithe figure optimized for its purpose. Were she to remove her outer layer jacket, it would unveil a surprisingly defined and capable, if still thin, set of muscles, a point which would hold true for her lower body as well. Traces of past malnourishment persist in the form of a below average amount of body fat, giving the faint impression of a skin-and-bone physique. Nonetheless, it's a body suited to the lifestyle that Baba has chosen, being quick, flexible, balanced, and maneuverable.

While showing the slightest hint of an olive tone, her complexion is primarily fair. Facial structure and other aesthetics owe to an undetermined mixing of prior ethnic backgrounds. If not for the weathering of a life lived on the streets, Baba might look younger than she really is. Sitting in a standout almond-shaped framing, Baba's irises are dark in color, black though edging towards a dark brown. However if you're looking for a gleam or glow therein, you're looking in the wrong place; Baba's gaze is somewhat duller and more hardened when set against the world around her.

Baba is adorned by a ragtag ensemble of worn and self-assembled articles. Often centered in her attire is a lightweight, forest green parka. The outerwear has seen its share of abuse and distress, with Baba herself having mended and patched it. Spots of gray and black fabrics are sewn over commonly torn spots around the elbows, shoulders, and under the arms. Beneath the jacket, she can be found sporting simple gray or white t-shirts. She generally opts for black pants with the look of jeans, though every pair she owns has extra padding at the knees; the bottoms she opts for are both durable and with a good elasticity, as to work with her freerunning and Spelunking ventures. If she wears any belt at all, it's a minimalist style. She prefers an athletic style of footwear, either sporting running shoes or cross trainers; Her current shoes are a pair of black running shoes with white outsoles.

Her style is ultimately utilitarian in nature. She wastes little space on her body on anything that doesn't serve a purpose. She's absent jewelry, as it can be easily caught up when negotiating over and around obstacles. Her jacket bears a healthy assortment of pockets, which she uses to carry some of her tools and weapons. Her go-to weapons are mounted to her wrists on a pair of wrist guards.

Faction: Sk8te

• Other Sk8te Cells. The Lost have a generally amicable relationship with their brethren in other Sk8te cells. A handful of The Lost, Baba included, have prior relations with other Sk8ters through earlier Cells that either became defunct in the shifting conflicts, or simply never got properly off the ground. As a result, members of this Cell can usually find a welcome place amongst other Cells if they get separated, and The Lost, as a whole, aren’t strangers to allying themselves with other gangs of Sk8ters in order to achieve common goals, or receive some manner of reward for their efforts. Friction isn’t entirely unheard of; The Lost have had their disputes with the other Cells, typically a matter of clashing over territory and competing for jobs. However, due largely to Baba’s efforts, these situations tend to be resolved with little to no bloodshed, albeit with a fair share of bruises.
• The Pack. On the whole, the relationship between The Lost and The Pack sets is one in which the former is genuinely intrigued by the latter, and the latter, in most cases, seems remarkably sympathetic towards the former. There are exceptions to this, of course. The Pack is the most frequent client of The Lost’s services, as other Sk8te Cells, being more established, are often already stretched working for other factions with the resources to pay them. The Lost frequently assist The Pack sets in acquiring the odds and ends they need for their own machinations. In return, The Lost receive tools, equipment, custom rigged weapons, and mods.
• The Demonio. The Demonio gangs are the ones towards which The Lost harbor the most animosity. In some cases, The Demonio are the direct reason which they were left to fend for themselves. It’s rare for The Lost to accept work from The Demonio, and quite common for the Cell to get into skirmishes with them. Generally, if The Lost is associating with Demonio, it’s as an intermediary between the Demonio and a neutral citizen.
• Black Maria. Infrequently, The Lost find their way into the entertainment district of the Megacity. When they do, it’s for one of two reasons: Reason one being that they are sneaking into a showing of a “classical” entertainment piece; reason two is that they’ve been hired out by The Black Maria. The entertainment moguls of the Red Light District see the roving band of orphans as something of a novelty, a sideshow act of sorts. Being that The Lost are just about the only Sk8te Cell desperate enough to take on such work, they can often be found on the corner, displaying their agility, and expertise in maneuvering. Sometimes they draw an earnest crowd, though moreso, they are gawked at and laughed at like monkeys in a circus. Either way, whoever hired them pays up. Older members of The Lost will occasionally take on more “adult” work in this sector.
• E-Street Gang. The Lost don’t frequently associate with E-Street. Their policy towards the enforcers of the Gang is one centered around avoidance and non-aggression. They occasionally take on jobs for E-Street if it means protection from either E-Street themselves or another faction. However, E-Street Gang itself is wholly unconcerned with the dealings of The Lost, as their territories don’t border and Retros rarely, if ever, wander close unless hired out for work.
• The Heirs. The Heirs are the most distant faction from the Retros. It’s perhaps, once or twice in a calendar year that an Heir approaches The Lost for anything, let alone offering a job; it seems likely that most Heirs simply aren’t aware of The Lost’s existence. The few jobs they get from the Spire are money makers though, and they take them with little hesitation knowing the Heirs have the power and influence to keep other factions away from them; in fact, The Lost will generally take less material payout from Heirs in favor of compensation in the form of protection.

Background: "Baba" was originally listed in city records under the name "Caiden Park." Even that name, however, was a pseudonym. As an infant she was abandoned, and left in the care of one of a few old, rundown, overfilled, and poorly funded orphanages in the Megacity. It was unclear who exactly it was that dropped the young child at the Orphanage’s doorstep, and the facility lacked the resources to investigate. With nothing to go off of, a staff member named the child, giving her their surname as well. In the formative years of her adolescence Baba grew to appreciate her fellow orphans as akin to family; with adoption being a rarity amid the hot mess that was (and still is) the Megacity those without families either lashed out on their own, or fell back onto found family.

Among other glaring problems that plagued them, most orphan homes had the distinct displeasure of operating in the Metro Street sector. As a result, the Demonio sects were a constant presence in day-to-business, with more cutthroat circles going as far as to demand protection money from orphanages and other shelters.

This was exactly the case for Baba's refuge.

As a reality, The Clarence Home for Wayward Youth was being squeezed by a nasty group of Demonio enforcers. Funds that could, and should, have been invested into repairs and improving quality of life were being sacrificed to ensure the building stayed standing. This recipe for tragedy and disappointment finished cooking around the time Baba was twelve years of age. The Home had had its meager funding cut. When Demonio came looking for the dues to be paid, the money wasn't there. What followed was a beatdown of The Home's staff, and the savage dismantling of anything that made it worth living in.

Fortunately, the children were left unharmed; truly homeless, and without resource or direction, but otherwise unspoiled. Some got taken in by or joined the Demonio over time, figuring that if they couldn’t beat them, they might as well join them. Others drifted into the back alleys and became members of scavenger packs. Most of them became vagrants and degenerates. They started as beggars and panhandlers; when that didn't work they morphed into a cult of pickpockets and eventually full on thieves.

Those that followed the latter path found themselves honing the crafts of mobility, navigation, and stealth that resulted in them finding their true calling: Sk8te.

Shedding their ways as young criminals they took the Neosky. The core of Baba’s friends from the orphanage bounced around for sometime, assimilating with larger Sk8te Cells, many of which dissolved as territorial disputes removed them from influence, or the MCPD raided them into oblivion. It was in this time, around the age of 15, that Baba and her Sk8te crew fostered a fondness for “old culture,” with many of them adopting new names reflective of this shared interest. This was when Caiden Park became “Baba O’Reilly.” Over the course of years, the revolving door of Sk8te Cells through which Baba and her crew entwined themselves developed into them being the dominant faction as their allies splintered off; the numbers grew steadily, and Baba fell, on accident, into the role of leadership.

Finally declaring their own Cell, Baba’s crew began calling themselves “The Lost.” The once and always orphans spent the next two years drifting about the city, sheltering wherever they could find refuge, whether in the sky, on the streets, or in the underground. They moved through other Sk8te Cells that would have them, usually only as temporary tag-alongs to act as mercenary help with more complicated jobs. This run allowed them to make connections across the Neosky. As the two years rolled by, Baba began garnering more influence as a leader among The Lost. At the same time, they had drawn some attention from others of similar background to their own.

Eventually, what started off as a ragtag bunch of less than a dozen street kids was starting to grow as other orphans circled around what they viewed as a chance to find a home and family.

The two years that have since passed have seen both triumph and tribulation. The Lost have grown in numbers, though they still lack a proper home to set their roots in, still wandering and scattering to and from. While more people under her gives Baba extra latitude to take on work, it also means more mouths to feed and more people to keep track of. The fear of keeping a growing group out in the open much longer, and the concern for everyone’s well-being is a driving force in Baba’s life. As leader of one of the fastest growing Sk8te Cells in the city, Baba seems at a crossroads that will define both her identity, and that of the Cell she leads.

• Neural Implants. Located in the corpus callosum of Baba's brain, is a Stimulus module that regulates the neural input of Baba's primary five senses. The device, operating in balance, enhances these senses allowing for a greater range of frequency hearing, improved eyesight for picking out details of areas from a distance and boosted peripheral vision, and a sense of touch that permits a degree of feeling elements of her surroundings by proxy. This same implant also bestows Baba a minor level of active sensory regulation, allowing her to acutely focus stimuli from a single sense, though this comes at the extent of others. Also in tow is a slight enhancement of reflexes, allowing quicker response times to stimuli, though this enhancement is limited; for example one can't simply evade projectiles in the vein of bullets and other high velocity rounds.
• Skynet Mod. Common among Sk8ters, regardless of their Cell, the Skynet Mod is a built-in mapping and GPS system that is implanted somewhere within the recipient’s brain. It stores and actively updates information regarding the layout of the Megacity, expanding as new locations are discovered, and adjusting to the changes of the cityscape that arise from the inevitable decay… if a building collapses, a Sk8ter is likely to document it; if the MCPD is blockading an area, it will be noted. It can even keep tags on other Sk8ters, and provide common routes. As far as any Sk8ters can tell, their particular Skynet systems are a closed network, not conventionally accessible to the likes of other factions or the MCPD.
• Physiological Mod. Sometimes implanted into Sk8ters after they've matured physically, the Physiological Mods reinforce the skeletal, muscular, and organ systems. Along with a modest enhancement in physical prowess, stamina, and vital function, these cybernetics also provide the Sk8ter with additional shock absorption, reducing the strain and wear on their joints and skeletal structure as they perform their maneuvers.

• Dasher Free Runs. Compact, easy to use, and, beyond that, affordable with not too much work, holo-blades are a common method of transportation among Sk8ters that need to move with a bit more urgency, or simply wish to conserve some energy for running. All holo-blades operate on a similar principle to hoverboards, utilizing a polarity-based lift produced by mechanisms on the bottom of the feet. The rapid shift in charge allows the blades to maintain a resting position roughly a foot off the ground. The lift force is enough to roughly simulate a grounded experience, allowing maneuvers akin to rolling on a set of wheels (aerial movement, such as jumping takes a little getting used to). The Dasher Company is a relatively small business, and was able to successfully design and market a product that Sk8ters could make use of. They are lighter in weight than other models, lacking forward propulsion that would otherwise assist in speed. However they make up for this with a design that allows a fluid integration of holo-blading and freerunning; a collapsibility feature makes it possible to, with a click of the heels, for the blades to fold, mostly comfortably, into reasonably durable, shock-resistant shin guards. Not every member of The Lost has been able to acquire these yet, with many still relying on refurbished pairs of discontinued lines.
• Grappling Gun. a roughly pistol-sized mechanism that houses a spool of thin but strong cable with a hook and spike at the end that latches over ledges and into structures. Roughly 100' of cable is housed in this compact version. Requires regular maintenance to ensure the integrity of the cable and that the spool doesn't get knotted or caught on itself.
• Wrist Mounted Stunners. Small and easily concealed on her person. Mounted to the bottom of her wrists, these release a short range ray of electricity that can stun a grown man for a short time. The electrical pulse is enough to short out some electronics, and well-aimed shots can disrupt and ruin more complicated mechanisms, especially if wiring becomes exposed.
• Flash Bombs. Small capsules that, when charged and thrown to the ground or other solid surface, explode into a second-long flare of intense brightness. Exposure results in temporary blindness. Baba and others in her Cell use these to escape pursuers. Also on hand are similarly sized and operated Smoke Bombs to work around eye protection, though often the flash of light offers enough cover I the user can escape quickly and discreetly enough.
• Runner Specs. Common among Sk8ters, especially those at the heads of their Cells, these goggles offer both eye protection and a connection to the Skynet mod. The insides of the lenses can display the maps, routes, and points of interest uploaded into the Skynet, and mark the wearer’s position, enabling ease of navigation through the streets and skyways of the Megacity.

• Freerunning. It's important to do what you love and love what you do. Baba O'Reilly lives up to that mantra on a daily basis. With the unique Sk8ter way of getting from point A to B and through to Z being a fact of life, she has grown to find passion and exhilaration in the act of maneuvering over rooftops and around the backstreets of Megacity-01.
• Exploration. When she's not running for a client or tending to matters if her Sk8te Cell, Baba is busy scoping out the landscape of the city in search of new places; underground causeways, hidden courtyards, roads and alleys left untraveled or seldom used are all in mind. She's meticulous about mapping out locales she finds and bringing them back to Home.
• Old Culture. Having been introduced to the culture of the now by-gone days of the 20th and 21st centuries, Baba has taken a shine to the expressions thereof. In particular she is deeply invested in the musical and literary heritage of those times.
• Ramen. It was one of the few food items cheap enough for her old orphanage to routinely supply to the children. Over time it grew on Baba, and she never grew out of it. It's not hard to find her in the Oriental corner of Megacity-01 indulging in the authentic dishes, or scarfing down a to-go cup between jobs.

• Bullies. Baba can't stand to see the merciless beatdowns and disparagement of Megacity society. Friendships and relationships are quickly ended or set aside to stand up to pointless aggression. While she prefers to talk things out as a starting point, she's either foolish or courageous enough to get physical when words fail.
• Seeing Children Suffer.Having been orphaned in her youth, Baba is deeply empathetic to the trials and tribulations of youth. This goes especially for those living in the more down-trodden areas of the Megacity. She will step in to defend a child she sees being abused. She's among the first among members of the R.O. to extend the welcoming to new or prospective members, and sees to their well being like an older sister.
• The Heirs. While she moderates her feelings well enough to avoid associating most individuals with the whole of their class or clique, Baba holds back nothing when it comes to the Heirs. Knowing that the wealth and resources being hoarded in the Spire is a thought that disgusts her. She carries a blanket contempt for the ruling class as they could, but refuse to, do anything to undo the pain and violence that plagues other parts of the city. Her ventures into the Spire have been seldom, with a begrudging undertone, and it's the single part of the Megacity that she doesn't linger in after her work there is done.
• Being Injured. Major injury such as broken limbs, deep cuts and gashes, and the like are one of Baba's primary disdains. Despite her willingness to fight and put herself at risk, the thought of being injured looms in mind constantly. Having once been bedridden with a spinal injury, she's learned quickly that being immobilized is not to her liking.

• Sk8ter Girl. Has a stereotypical skater/surfer drawl; tends to use comparable jargon in conversation.
• Matriarch. Baba takes her position as leader of The Lost seriously. She runs her Cell with the mentality of a mother or big sister, striving to balance the sternness of expectation with empathy for the individual plights of her cellmates. She's not opposed to "grounding" those that underperform or jeopardize the Cell, restricting them from taking jobs. She holds those under her to a four-deep buddy system to the best that she can manage, ensuring that no one is left alone if it can be helped.
• I am not afraid of Dying. Baba is a known risk taker. Whether in the jobs she takes on or in the mundane explorations and wanderings of her daily life, she keeps her eyes open for challenges and opportunities to step outside of the box. She is almost always found running at the front of any formation as her Cell moves from place to place.
• Mother and Father? In recent years Baba has grown increasingly curious as to her biological parents in what little spare time she has, she's been seeking out a doctor that might be able to run blood samples to determine who in the city might be related to her. She plays this close to the chest, and isn't sure what she would do if she were to meet either her birth parents or another blood relative, though she knows she'd have strong words in the short term.

• Metro Street. The main stomping ground of The Lost. Work and recreation intersect here. The many transit stops and shops that line the street and sprawl into the back alleys are where The Lost and other Sk8te Cells compete for the majority of their business, though each have a few regular clients.
• Shimazu's Ramen Hut. Located on the main drag of Metro Street, Shimazu's is one of a handful of competing Ramen establishments. Its main competitor is Jigen’s Noodles. The word on the street is that at some point, the two were a single business under a different name, but a falling out generations prior resulted in a split, and a (not-always) friendly rivalry that has withstood the test of time. There’s ongoing debate over which is superior, with an even split in preference that keeps both operating smoothly. Baba and others of The Lost are preferable to Shimazu’s, and often taken on work on their behalf.
• Backstreets. Baba has worked frequently with the Pack, aiding their scavenging exploits as best she can. Unlike most in the city, she isn't put off by or scared of the Pack's visual presentation and expression. Over her time on the streets she's built a stable ground work with a few of the Pack, enough to be on a first name basis and considers them friends.
• Grunge Park. Located between the backstreets and that main strip of Metro Street, Grunge Park was once an active industrial block. However, as the businesses moved into the “safe” districts closer to The Spire, the area fell into decay and disrepair. These days, it is mostly occupied by The Moles, a small Pack set that has set up shop for tinkering with the odds and ends they scavenge. Grunge Park is the closest thing The Lost have to a home, being allowed access to it by The Moles, with whom they frequently do business. There are a few highrises that The Lost escape to when they head into the Neosky, and Grunge Park is their most used spot to set up camp.
• Theatre Row. A walkable stretch of the Entertainment District. Baba often gets herself hired out for the amusement of people looking to see "the homeless monkeys dance."
• SkyDial. On the far end of the Theatre Row stands a building older than most that's seen a long history of renovations and upgrades. The old, eight-faced clocktower has become a artpiece at best and a novelty at worst. Centuries ago, prior to the completion of the Spire, The SkyDial stood as the tallest building in the city; to this day, the top of the tower provides a clear view to its successor, as well as most of the city. It is a popular spot among Sk8ters of many Cells due to its height and view, serving both for surveying and a physical waypoint in navigating the city for those that lack a Skynet Mod and Goggles, or in the event that such amenities are rendered disfunctional.

"You want me to do what? Uh no. That's why I have servants. What? Don't get offended, they get paid. Better than you."

Age: 21

Appearance: She is curvy and tall and wears the latest fashion. She is almost always seen with a smirk and flawless makeup the little that she actually wears. Her blue eyes change with her mood to a deep blue violet if she is angry, a cerulean if she is happy or excited, a medium blue if she is bored or indifferent.

Faction: Heirs

Sk8te Cell/Gang: No affiliation as of yet but she has been thinking about asking after a few to get some things delivered when she needs it. So she’s been doing her homework.

Background: Chandi is the only child of Francis Jethro Thibodaux and Portia Simone Fitzgerald Thibodaux; Co owners of CybertronRx a large scale auditing company that originally specialized in testing Cybernetics for safety. Now they test all sorts of electronics and are a silent household name. If you have an electronic device or Cybernetics then likely your device or electronic will have been put to the test by CybertronRx.

Most recently Chandi expanded the family business to include tiered security levels for both personal and professional Cybernetics. As well as optional elite unique fashion designs for the wealthy. She rounded up artists and put them to work; culling out those who aren't up to scratch.

There was an attempted scandal setup but she was able to turn the opinion against the ex she broke up with. He wanted to smear her but she savagely turned him in to his father for the insider trading and plot to kill his father. Mostly she stays as far out of the tabloids as she can with occasional curated interviews at select times.

Chandi started collecting motorcycles when she was fourteen and has amassed quite a few of them. She met a mechanic, Alese, that she likes and has been good friends with since Chandi bought her first bike and uses Alese’s services exclusively.

Chandi was offered the opportunity to reside in the Spire itself and she has a flat that is a full floor and a view that is practically unbeatable. She has the latest in home technology which she uses mostly for playing music and relaxing by herself or with a close friend though not many have seen her flat. The jacuzzi tub could fit five easily with jets to make the most spoiled athlete jealous. She had them pull up all the carpet and has hardwood with a few silk rugs. Her walls are built in shelves and she has a plethora of books that line the walls. Her furniture is cat friendly and she has a large beautiful gray cat named Shadow and a smaller black cat named Grim.

She has a private dojo in a section of the gym where she has practiced since she was six years old located in the Spire and has been run by the same family for generations. They have been training security for the Thibodaux and Fitzgerald families for years as well as the family members that wish to take up self defense. There are a few other families that take classes there but not many since the charge is outrageous to those outside the Thibodaux and Fitzgerald families.

Chandi and her family participate in multiple charities for the city and ones that cross cities. Most of them are for children or women less fortunate; to keep them clothed, fed, educated and sheltered. The Thibodaux family is very hands-on with these charities and do make excursions outside the Spire with bodyguards of course.

Cybernetics: Nothing more than what is needed to drive or do normal routine things.

Weapons/Tools:

• Sai razor sharp tungsten steel. She carries around the pair.
• A pair of knives as a backup even with bodyguards.

Likes:

• Men… the prettier they are the harder they fall.
• Bikes… fast cars… aircraft.
• Her parents.
• Being underestimated.

Dislikes:

• Stupid people.
• Public transportation.
• Not having siblings.
• Mansplaning.

Quirks:

• Plays dumb. She's brilliant but likes people to underestimate her.
• Names all her vehicles after exes.
• Loves old movies from the 20th century till about the 24th century. You can only redo Blade Runner and Tron so many times before it gets old.

Places of Interest:

• CybertronRx - Work an inherited company that Mum and Daddy still run.
• Flat - Her home in the Spire.
• Private Dojo - Where she trains in her Martial Arts.

"If there's one thing that never changes, it's that a gun can fix most of life's problems."

Age: 57

Appearance: Despite her age, it is impossible to mistake Julia for a civillian. Behind messy, dishevelled grey hair that covers half her face, she has the eyes of a crminal. Her cybernetics, gait and overall aesthetics and fashion sense suggest that she may be a soldier. That isn't exactly a lie. Her face shows signs of its former handsome shape, and betrays that if she concealed her crows feet and actually wore makeup, she'd likely look rather attractive.

Faction: E Street

Sk8te Cell/Gang: N/A

Background: Julia had the misfortune to grow up in an orphanage, never knowing or learning who her real parents were. She was, however, fortunate that the orphanage had ties to E Street. She can't remember the point where she went from having "older brothers" in the gang to being in the gang officially, but she remembers the day when she took her first life for the gang, age fifteen. She gained a reputation as a ruthless, violent enemy to have yet a caring and intelligent leader to follow.All that mattered to her was that there was mutual respect wthin the gang at all times.

By the time she was 19, she was the leader of her cell. By the time she was 23, she was one of the more senior members of the entire gang, and was frequently in direct contact with the gang's benefactors. During her tenure at the top, a rival gang named Black Maria had suddenly grown very powerful without anyone noticing and were claiming large swathes of the entertainment district as their own without asking her. It was, to Julia, a lack of respect. The long-running feud between Black Maria and E Street that is still felt to this day, was started with four shots from Julia's gun, and three bodies.

Things would escalate in the coming years. Everything came to a head when Julia was 27. She was already starting to be looked down on by newer members for getting too old, and her power quickly unravelled. She couldn't keep her cells as tight-knit as she used to, and rival gangs found weaknesses to exploit in the cracks. That's how before she could realise these problems, Julia found herself waking up in a hospital bed.

Her left arm and right leg couldn't be saved, Too mangled from the explosion, and her benefactors screaming at her over the phone that they'd been comprimosed. A trail leading right back to them had been blown wide open. It was Julia's idea, in response, to have everything pinned on her. All loose ends tied. She would be the mastermind. The benefactors agreed, and used their sway to reduce the sentence to 30 years. Any shorter and people would start smelling a rat. She really should have gotten the chair for all the things she'd done.

Finally free 30 years later, she has served her sentence. She is a free women. Her benefactor's family give her a suite in the Lower Spire, and the best cybernets money can buy to replace her arm and leg. She could have lived like this. She could have put her feet up, enjoyed an easy life and relaxed. But Julia Kray was a criminal. Julia Kray was E Street for life.

Cybernetics: Julia Kray has a cybernetic arm and a cybernetic leg. Neither have any hidden gadgets or gimmicks. All she needed from them was the fuctionality of her missing limbs, though her left arm is now much, much stronger than it used to be.

Weapons/Tools: Julia carries a single Camelid 446-G Pistol. An old fashioned gun that nevertheless packs a punch. Around her neck (and sonetimes her ears) were a set of headphones connected to the GeoNet. Though the technology is now almost 40 years out of date, these are still Julia's preferred method of utilising cyberspace as it leaves her eyes and hands free.

Likes:
- Anything alcoholic that's sweet
- Nostalgia
- Acheiving self-set daily or weekly goals

Dislikes:
- Disrespect
- Noisy places
- Smoking

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- Julia refuses to update her fashion. She believes she'd look ridiculous in modern fashion and opts for the classics; jeather jackets, high collars, tight pants and aviator shades
- Doesn't listen to music unless she can sing along in private
- Has discovered, with the help of her new apartment, just how much she loves a nice long bath at the end of the week

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-Her Apartment - A spacious, modern two bedroom apartment in the lower spire. As big and luxurious as Julia could feel comfortable with, being a hardened criminal from the streets

-Vivian's - A Nightclub on the lower levels of the Spire, near her new home. She used to frequent it back when it was called 'The Black Cat' and the charm has mostly been kept the same. Music is good, drinks are cheap (for The Spire) and the food is to die for.

- [REDACTED] - The hidden E-Street base of operations that is still being used by the big shots of the current gang to this day.

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Xiang Min Purnama was one of 2 daughters born from the quite reclusive, but wealthy Purnama family. Daughter of Lanfang Purnama and Dewi Sukacita Purnama. Her childhood years were spent in relative comfort within the Purnama estate, every conceivable luxury was available at her fingertips with Robot butlers and maids serving the Purnama family. Should things go relatively smoothly, Xiang Min would've been a shoe-in as the successor CEO of the Stalwart Corporation. The megacorporation her family rules with an iron fist.

But two things occurred that changed the trajectory of her life forever. First, was when she stumbled into an archive of historical records and started studying the ancient philosophers and their texts when she was 15. She learned from many political thinkers, media pundits from back in the day, and all sorts of historical records. From Spinoza to Confucius to Contrapoints, she studied every single thing that relates to what made the 21st century fall into such an era of chaos and uncertainty at the end. It molded her political ideas and made her rethink the world she lived in. Is this all she will be? Just some Iron-Fisted CEO once her parents are dead?

The second thing that happened, was the Purnama estate fire that occurred on her 21st birthday. The cause of which still unknown to this day. The Purnama Estate, a very lavish traditionally designed mansion, with all the security systems befitting of an Heir Corporate Tycoon. Was burned to the ground in the middle of the night. Xiang Min and her sister managed to escape the fire with only singes, but once the firefighters arrived and put out the fires. She saw the burnt corpses of her parents charring in the basement, seemingly trapped by a malevolent actor. Who is the actor that dared kill her parents in such a gruesome way? And why did the MPD rebuff her after a short investigation? That made her adopt a much more ruthless approach to her enemies and competitors from now on. She became the CEO of Stalwart Corp afterward, renaming it to Stalwart Defense and Security. Shifting the company's focus to more military matters, and slowly but surely becoming one of the largest defense contractors and private security companies throughout the Megacities.

She was quickly regarded as a hard, but ultimately fair CEO. In a way breaking the traditional mold of the typical Corporate Executive. The first reform she did was actually pay her workers a living wage, seen as an unconventional tactic by observers at that time, and more than gaining her a few enemies due to her bold direction. But it ultimately paid off when an attempt on her life when she was 25 was thwarted with the brave defense of the Private Security forces guarding her convoy. The respectful and even in some ways kind way she treated her employees is contrasted with the quite cold and calculating nature of her when she is faced with rivals that threaten to usurp her company.

She is 37 now, and Stalwart Defense and Security is one of the premier names in Private Security and weaponry. With Xiang Min herself having a small arsenal of weapons in her house. A house that she rebuilt in the exact style and shape of the Purnama mansion before it was burned down.

But, beneath all that glamour and wealth. Xiang Min is planning for an eventuality. She knows this system is unjust and the megacities are ruinous towards anyone who doesn't have connections or incredible skill. She is planning for a revolt, a revolt against the system, the MPD, the gangs, and the corrupt Heirs who rule over it. She wants change, she wants a more democratic, meritocratic megacity. And she is willing to make allies high and low to fuel her dream. A dream of a much more equal, much more inclusive megacity.

1) Mark V Face Scrambler: The latest generation of deception technology that is partly developed by Stalwart. The Face Scramber is an awesome piece of technology that blurs your face on any camera that detects your visage. A combination of malware and classified backdoor access to almost every camera network in Megacity-01 allows the user to traverse the city in complete anonymity, it doesn't prevent detection from the MCPD should you use a Geonet service though.

2) Agni Kai Flaming Fists: A very useful piece of cybernetic weaponry, essentially replacing most of your arm muscles with composite fibers, allowing you to use your own arm to deflect bullets. The Flaming Fists Subsystem also further modified the arms. Allowing you to shoot bolts of fire should you open your palms, or infuse your fists with fire, making your punches having a bit more oomph than usual.

3) Warpath 14 Neural Enhancer: This is a very, very intensive piece of cybernetic hardware. Essentially boosting your brain activity to such a point that you can react much, much faster than an average human. Activated on the owner's thought, and only working for a limited amount of time before a limiter forces you out of that enhanced reaction space. This mod allows Xiang Min to move like lightning for a split second, essentially making her super fast and almost impossible to catch. Usage of this cybernetic is very taxing on the body though, and no more than 10-15 jumps using the Warpath 14 is allowed in 24 hours. Using more than that limit will put too much strain on the brain, potentially leading to an aneurysm and even death.

Gauntlet Guns: Designed to take out longer-ranged targets. She has these gauntlet guns whenever she goes on excursions outside the Spire or whenever she feels that her life's in danger. It fires smart bullets that can track targets as long as you're in her line of sight.

Jump Boots: All her boots and shoes are made with built-in springs that allow her to jump much higher than average. She has to activate the Jump Boots verbally though.

Her Small Arsenal: Something she keeps at her estate whenever things get dicey. But she can bring out her variety of rifles, pistols, and even rocket launchers from her house should the situation need it. A... small precaution after the fire that burned her house down.

Her vehicles: Of course, being an heir. She does have an extensive collection of vehicles, although nowhere to the same level as, say, Chandi's. Nonetheless, she has a good array of Muscle cars, bikes, and even some utility vehicles, with a fair bit of them armed with guns and missile launchers.

Her clothes: All clothing she wears is lined with a protective material that prevents her from being killed instantly by a bullet or sucker punched into unconsciousness. It's still pretty painful if she gets hit though.

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Mingfan Purnama is the younger sister of Xiang Min Purnama. Born 4 years after Xiang Min. Mingfan also had a similar childhood to Xiang Min, born into wealth unimaginable to the majority of people living in the Megacity. But while Xiang Min slowly learned about philosophy and politics and had an existential crisis about what she would do with this information. Mingfan had a different crisis altogether, she had the crisis of not knowing what she wanted to be.

True, she was taught in pretty much the same way Xiang Min was taught, she learned similar skills to Xiang Min, and she studied and focused on her work diligently. But she never found a passionate calling for… well, anything. She spent most of her childhood in what she would describe as a ‘haze’. Just phasing into one another as she passively accepted information and knowledge from her teachers, her parents, and her sister. Never finding a spark that lighted her interest. It was just a passing period she thought, surely she would find something that she was interested in.

Well, just days before her 17th birthday, the Purnama estate fire broke out. Leaving both Xiang Min and Mingfan by themselves. While both of them were distraught by the situation. Mingfan, as the ashes of the Purnama estate fire were quelled by incoming firefighters, finally managed to find something that stoked her fire.

Finding whoever started this fire, and making sure they would never walk this earth alive ever again.

She has tailored all her efforts to realizing that goal. Supporting her sister’s larger goal is just a good bonus that she agrees with. She has trained her body just as intensely as Xiang Min’s focusing more on speed rather than raw strength, and has developed a unique fighting style all on her own as well.

as co-CEO of Stalwart Defense and Security. Mingfan has proved herself to be a capable and worthy compliment to Xiang Min. While the blonde-haired sister of hers could be generally described as the Brawn and the Heart of the company. Mingfan is much more the brain of it, managing who gets recruited, who gets the bonuses, managing payroll, and most importantly, striking out people she discovered to be disloyal. However, she has left the job of cleaning up that mess to Xiang Min. She has been the one person with less incentive to think about the ethics of culling disloyal employees of SDS.

She just hoped that, if the time came, she would be able to find the person who killed her mother and father and make them pay for every bit of pain and suffering. This is the one thing she has vowed her life on.


1) Warpath 14 Neural Enhancer: A very, very intensive piece of cybernetic hardware. Essentially boosting your brain activity to such a point that you can react much, much faster than an average human. Pretty much the same Warpath Neural Enhancer Xiang Min uses.

2) Vayu Mk.5 Composite Legs: A cybernetic augment installed at the leg of the individual, essentially replacing both legs of the individual with an artificial leg. Going up to the thigh, the hardware allows the user to jump great distances without any form of aid, or in Mingfan’s case, able to run incredibly fast, incredibly quickly, allowing her to sneak around enemies and then attack them without them noticing.

3) Gaia Model 15 Health Optimizer: This is a special type of implant, only activated when the user is close to dying. If activated, temporary nanobots will try to close wounds, heal internal wounds and make sure any bodily reserve of fat is reprocessed in order to make sure more blood is being made. Essentially repairing you when you are at the edge of death, this is a sort of ‘second chance of life’ implant that she uses in case she ever gets into a combat situation.


Perdition: One of the few confirmed weapons made by Mak0, although this weapon has a history of its own. Discovered by Mingfan in a series of unfortunate circumstances that nearly led to her death, the weapon is rumoured to be abandoned by Mak0 themself before Mingfan accidentally discovered it hiding in some dumpster after a nightly drive nearly went fatal for her. Extensively modified and retrofitted so that it becomes a capable and reliable weapon. Perdition fires pure white particle beams at 90% the speed of light, capable of eviscerating opponents and blowing holes through walls, with the particles still retaining energy to hit someone from quite a distance.

She uses it as her primary weapon, and has attached a bayonet hold to hold her knifes in should things get too close for comfort. The rifle itself needs specialized energy canisters to fire its particle beams, and SDS is busy trying to replicate the weapon for eventual mass production, with little success so far.

Her clothes: Just like Xiang Min, all clothing she wears is lined with a protective material that prevents her from being killed instantly by a bullet or sucker punched into unconsciousness. It's still pretty painful if she gets hit.

Her motorcycle: She has a small electric bike that can whizz around the city rapidly. Unlike Xiang Min, Mingfan only has 2 cars and 1 bike, and none are really heavily armed. Her bike is also gyro-stabilized so that she can just leave the bike without a stand.

Her knifes: She possesses two Kabar-style knifes that can be used in close quarters if the situation warrants it. She is proficient in it but not necessarily masterful in its use. Both knifes could be attached to the edge of her rifle as Bayonets.

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"Business is business. Do you want more blood or are you finally full enough to talk?"

Age: 70
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