[OOC] [Remake] Terra Rel0aded [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

[Polaris North]

@Zetsuko

Well, she's open for whenever he needed some help.

[DeadDrop]

Unhackable?
In cyberpunk...?
IMPOSSIBLE!

[Andreyich]

[hider=My Hider]

Name: Aleksandr Mortianu Romanescu
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Notoriety -3
Appearance: Aleksandr is close to average in height between 6' and 6'0, with blond hair,
amber eyes and a lightened Mediterannean tan by some sickliness after removing his bionics giving him the appearance of one long bar of yellow. He is of athletic (though with emphasis on slightly different muscle sets than most soldiers) build though in a few parts of him his body is not properly formed because he couldn't recover from his "self-surgery." However, when he is dressed there is little indication of his injuries but a few scars, and some bumps under his hair only a doctor would notice.
Personality: Aleksandr's personality is hard to pin down; he will be the first to admit he can get crazed and do things he will later regret when he's no longer maddened. Still, when not crazed he will be kind, but somewhat of a "romantic" and arguably naive.

Altruistic – Violent – Resourceful – Stubborn

Bio: Aleksandr was born in the part of Europe now termed "DST28-EAST" or on occassion "RMNYA" with parents in an almost morganatic marriage. Father was a de facto ruler of the Northern parts of the region whilst his mother was all considering selling her body for money. A lavish life awaited the lad of whoring, drugs, and otherwise wasted money.

There was a major change when at twenty-two, both of his parents pressured him into getting a major cybernetic modification to "help" him in work. He agreed to it after he was told all privileges would otherwise be removed and he wholly disinherited. When he woke up after the procedure, he instantly knew he felt wrong. He had minor modifications many times before but nothing so big, and the chunks of metal sticking out of him felt so... wrong. His body didn't work as it had before and he simply wasn't the same. It reached a critical point where he got anxiety, constant nausea. Mother and father told him it was just adjustment and the Doctor they made him see agreed, but he knew it wasn't so. The young man roamed the streets with his head in his hands, screaming.

Eventually, the numbers and information was all too much and he pulled thus ripping out a whole load of the bionics, the unimaginable pain and relief came at once and his tears were of both agony and joy. Dying and giggling insanely at the lifting of the burden he relaxed, only to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Things seemed wrong though when he overheard voices arguing over what to do with him.

Aleksandr awoke in a dark smokey room, though it didn't have the loud electronic music and smell of strange drugs that the usual clubs he attended had. All he sensed was a faint smell of tobacco and a flute playing in the corner. He arose to see men playing cards whilst calmly discussing shooting one of his father's business partners. A short talk, a few death threats, and then a slightly longer talk preceded his joining of the Garda Fier branch of the "resistance" to Eurocorp and world corporations in general. It was not long before he learned of the history of Romania and the world at large, he got in touch with some of his ancestry and the older and arguably more proper dialect of the language used in "RMNYA."
He did not return home, having found a new world to be more happy with. Though he disagreed with some of the fringe idealists in the group from fascists to communists, the union was necessary. Aleksandr was ever happier of having removed the excessive bionics he previously had in him, and slowly began to tell this to his old friends, a few of them falling in line with him.

He met all sorts of resistance groups, and heard that there would be a great act of resistance or per Eurocorp terms "terrorism" and he instantly asked to be part of it.

On that fateful day a mass of all sorts of revolutionaries came to a small Island in one of the Western districts in which they slaughtered all security forces, and then proclaimed a government. But, the world doesn't fall to people who have heart and courage, it goes to the people with robots and giant ass guns. Though the enemy bodies piled, eventually they were as expected overcome, and the majority of Aleksandr's co-conspirators were killed, the few survivors coming to their senses and realizing it was a lost cause right before the last door was kicked down. They dispersed, and kept little contact between them. Now he goes about alone (though at times collaborating) doing everything from political assassination to placing bombs where businessmen least expect them whilst evading bounty hunters.
District: DST28-EAST
Weapon(s): -FJG-73M Heavy Carbine:
This firearm is about the size of an assault rifle with extreme accuracy and hard hitting bullets albeit at a rate of fire making one hesitate to call it an automatic weapon. The key of the weapon is that despite more or less functioning like a designated marksman rifle, it can fold to half of it's size to be a submachine gun, or a third for ease of concealment and transportation giving it the name "heavy carbine." It's main mods are a scope with variable (up to 19x) magnification, a laser sight, and integration with armour/cybernetics to greatly improve shooting.

-SG21:
A sword something in between a renaissance era longsword and an earlier arming sword in appearance, this weapon has much ancient decorations and such but this does not mean it should be underestimated; it has a deadly edge going through most personal body armour and being able to do decent damage to exo-suits. However, a lot of lethality also comes from the current running through it that will greatly fry anything from a nervous system to a drone's circuit; alternatively the blade can create great heat to melt through what it goes at.
Armour: FJG-80 Full body armour:
Somewhat of a hybrid between normal body armour and an exo-suit, this armour has servos and other means of increasing a user's strength and abilities, fans and other means of giving the user comfort and ergonomics, along with scanners (short range radar, and heat detection) and various self-monitors built in to work together with the polarized visor. The armour itself consists of layer upon layer of soft and then hard materials to make it effective against all sorts of kinetic firearms and the material lets it be of at least some help against energy weapons. It also has excellent integration with both cybernetics and firearms.
Cybernetics:
Ocular: Aleksandr has a much greater spectra of colour visible to him, and his eyes compensate for glare and brightness much faster.
Athletics: He is stronger, faster, and more endurant than he was normally.
Brain: He wasn't able to remove all things in his self-lobotomy, and some damaged cybernetics remain in there that slightly affect his behaviour, for better or worse.
Account Balance: 2500creds
[b]Other:

(pic of his armour and gun)
[/hider]

[Zetsuko]

Having the freedom to start my characters wherever seems to have left me at a loss for what to do with them...

[DeadDrop]

Fight!

[SmileyJaws]

@Andreyich Nice, you need to fix some of the bb but otherwise accepted, stick it in the character section.

@Zetsuko Give the IC front post another read and see if you want to work your character in and around District 7. That's where those who aren't off doing their own thing should be looking at getting to. Amidst the riots in the district there'll be some jobs popping up for the area too.

I'll have a character post up today - sorry for the delay, I've been a lazy cunt.

[Andreyich]

@SmileyJaws
Alright, thanks lad. For some reason no matter what I do I can't get the hider to work :/

[SmileyJaws]

My Hider

Name: Aleksandr Mortianu Romanescu
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Notoriety -3
Appearance: Aleksandr is close to average in height between 6' and 6'0, with blond hair,
amber eyes and a lightened Mediterannean tan by some sickliness after removing his bionics giving him the appearance of one long bar of yellow. He is of athletic (though with emphasis on slightly different muscle sets than most soldiers) build though in a few parts of him his body is not properly formed because he couldn't recover from his "self-surgery." However, when he is dressed there is little indication of his injuries but a few scars, and some bumps under his hair only a doctor would notice.
Personality: Aleksandr's personality is hard to pin down; he will be the first to admit he can get crazed and do things he will later regret when he's no longer maddened. Still, when not crazed he will be kind, but somewhat of a "romantic" and arguably naive.

Altruistic – Violent – Resourceful – Stubborn

Bio:
Aleksandr was born in the part of Europe now termed "DST28-EAST" or on occassion "RMNYA" with parents in an almost morganatic marriage. Father was a de facto ruler of the Northern parts of the region whilst his mother was all considering selling her body for money. A lavish life awaited the lad of whoring, drugs, and otherwise wasted money.

There was a major change when at twenty-two, both of his parents pressured him into getting a major cybernetic modification to "help" him in work. He agreed to it after he was told all privileges would otherwise be removed and he wholly disinherited. When he woke up after the procedure, he instantly knew he felt wrong. He had minor modifications many times before but nothing so big, and the chunks of metal sticking out of him felt so... wrong. His body didn't work as it had before and he simply wasn't the same. It reached a critical point where he got anxiety, constant nausea. Mother and father told him it was just adjustment and the Doctor they made him see agreed, but he knew it wasn't so. The young man roamed the streets with his head in his hands, screaming.

Eventually, the numbers and information was all too much and he pulled thus ripping out a whole load of the bionics, the unimaginable pain and relief came at once and his tears were of both agony and joy. Dying and giggling insanely at the lifting of the burden he relaxed, only to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Things seemed wrong though when he overheard voices arguing over what to do with him.

Aleksandr awoke in a dark smokey room, though it didn't have the loud electronic music and smell of strange drugs that the usual clubs he attended had. All he sensed was a faint smell of tobacco and a flute playing in the corner. He arose to see men playing cards whilst calmly discussing shooting one of his father's business partners. A short talk, a few death threats, and then a slightly longer talk preceded his joining of the Garda Fier branch of the "resistance" to Eurocorp and world corporations in general. It was not long before he learned of the history of Romania and the world at large, he got in touch with some of his ancestry and the older and arguably more proper dialect of the language used in "RMNYA."
He did not return home, having found a new world to be more happy with. Though he disagreed with some of the fringe idealists in the group from fascists to communists, the union was necessary. Aleksandr was ever happier of having removed the excessive bionics he previously had in him, and slowly began to tell this to his old friends, a few of them falling in line with him.

He met all sorts of resistance groups, and heard that there would be a great act of resistance or per Eurocorp terms "terrorism" and he instantly asked to be part of it.

On that fateful day a mass of all sorts of revolutionaries came to a small Island in one of the Western districts in which they slaughtered all security forces, and then proclaimed a government. But, the world doesn't fall to people who have heart and courage, it goes to the people with robots and giant ass guns. Though the enemy bodies piled, eventually they were as expected overcome, and the majority of Aleksandr's co-conspirators were killed, the few survivors coming to their senses and realizing it was a lost cause right before the last door was kicked down. They dispersed, and kept little contact between them. Now he goes about alone (though at times collaborating) doing everything from political assassination to placing bombs where businessmen least expect them whilst evading bounty hunters.
District: DST28-EAST
Weapon(s):
-FJG-73M Heavy Carbine:
This firearm is about the size of an assault rifle with extreme accuracy and hard hitting bullets albeit at a rate of fire making one hesitate to call it an automatic weapon. The key of the weapon is that despite more or less functioning like a designated marksman rifle, it can fold to half of it's size to be a submachine gun, or a third for ease of concealment and transportation giving it the name "heavy carbine." It's main mods are a scope with variable (up to 19x) magnification, a laser sight, and integration with armour/cybernetics to greatly improve shooting.

-SG21:
A sword something in between a renaissance era longsword and an earlier arming sword in appearance, this weapon has much ancient decorations and such but this does not mean it should be underestimated; it has a deadly edge going through most personal body armour and being able to do decent damage to exo-suits. However, a lot of lethality also comes from the current running through it that will greatly fry anything from a nervous system to a drone's circuit; alternatively the blade can create great heat to melt through what it goes at.
Armour: FJG-80 Full body armour:
Somewhat of a hybrid between normal body armour and an exo-suit, this armour has servos and other means of increasing a user's strength and abilities, fans and other means of giving the user comfort and ergonomics, along with scanners (short range radar, and heat detection) and various self-monitors built in to work together with the polarized visor. The armour itself consists of layer upon layer of soft and then hard materials to make it effective against all sorts of kinetic firearms and the material lets it be of at least some help against energy weapons. It also has excellent integration with both cybernetics and firearms.
Cybernetics:
Ocular: Aleksandr has a much greater spectra of colour visible to him, and his eyes compensate for glare and brightness much faster.
Athletics: He is stronger, faster, and more endurant than he was normally.
Brain: He wasn't able to remove all things in his self-lobotomy, and some damaged cybernetics remain in there that slightly affect his behaviour, for better or worse.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:

(pic of his armour and gun)

@Andreyich

There was an [/b] missing after other, there you go. Also, no problem, good to have you on board.

[DeadDrop]

@SmileyJaws
You putting bounties on the CS or do we make up our own?

[SmileyJaws]

@SmileyJaws
You putting bounties on the CS or do we make up our own?

@DeadDrop

There will be GM-made bounties/contracts, yes. For the moment however, feel free to play out your own and try not to be too generous when reaping the rewards. ;]

[DeadDrop]

kk I'll react later this weekend

[DeadDrop]

Fun rp but it wont be continuing from what I know, thanks for the rp regardless.

[Briza]

The game is continuing through an off-beaten migratory formation, which shall take us all to YGGDRASIL, the Land Between Worlds -- should you be so bold as to take flight with us.