[CHAR] Neon Lights

Kicking
Nate Dawson @Komager - The Doc - Medtechie - 12 Eurobucks
'Fake ID' @Deaddrop - The Leader - Solo - N/A
'1NT3RSPR1NT3R' @tfd - The Decker - Netrunner - N/A
Jaccob 'Jay' Hunter @Dark Light - The Deserter - Solo - 30 Eurobucks

Tagged and Bagged

Skipped Town
Erin Blake @TheWindel - The 'Punk' - Rockergirl - 535 Eurobucks.
Romanov Borsky @lonewolf685 - The Minx - Fixer - 5 Eurobucks
Vivian 'VV' Blake @KoL - The Sadistic Bitch - Solo - 116 Eurobucks.
'Johnny Doe Wiser' @thecrash20 - The Ghost - Solo - 100 Eurobucks
Erika Sutherland @Wernher - The Regretful Fed - Netrunner - 45 Eurobucks.

Booked

NPCs
Enf. Fusco - NCPD
Enf. Sloan - NCPD

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[b]LOOKS[/b]

What do you look like?

[b]PSYCHE[/b]

How they act, what makes their head tick, the jist. One paragraph, 5 lines.

[b]HEAT[/b]

Who's on you? (Corps, fed, gangs, whoever. Up to the player, and to what severity. A difficulty meter perhaps, if you put wanted by the fucking army or feds you'll wish you didn't.)

[b]STREET CRED[/b]

Reputation. GM controlled based on actions.

Either put "No-body" or "Small-Time" and some choice words.

[b]THE STORY[/b]

So, where you from pal? Three Paragraphs, five lines minimum.

[b]ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY[/b]

Tools, augments, Weapons, other gear. List them off. You automatically have 2000 EB (eurobucks) at start, use it wisely on your weapons. If you choose to start armed (wise in 2020) make sure you name the gun/melee/armor and price)

[b]...AND THE REST[/b]

Miscellaneous, go wild chummer.

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-Do not post in the CS unless you have been approved to post.
- Avoid cliche, your character isn't flawless - far from it.
- Don't omit something in your backstory and bring it in to the rp later on, like that secret code to the corporate bunker or your eurobucks stash.
- We won't be taking anyone under the IC age of 18.
- The more cybernetics you have the more prone you are to going into cyber-psychosis, essentially seeing others as threats (humans) and trying to murder them. That's when you get PKed, having a few augs is fine but know when enough is enough or you'll die.
- Death is common in cyberpunk, try to play smart. That being said, if you die you'll likely stay dead.
- Damage is realistic and medicine is advanced, that being said a quikkstimm wont save you if you got shot a dozen times by Ricky's cylinder shotgun.
- Be mindful of your characters weight and carrying weight. You wont be carrying 10 rifles on you, even if you're augged.

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they killed the world

[Komager]

Nate Dawson

Nate 'Stitch' Dawson

"Stay still, and please try not to scream. This is probably gonna hurt. A lot."

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LOOKS

Nate is not a physically imposing man, standing at a rather average six feet tall, with a long legs and a slim, wiry build. He always stands slightly slouched or leant on something, creating a casual and relaxed air about him. His hair is jet black, as is the thick stubble that covers his squared jaw. His nose is large and comes to a sharp point. His eyes glow orange from his implants, and he always has an earpiece in his right ear. He often wears a long brown coat lined with red, with black boots and gloves. His outfit is deliberately chosen to make him look larger than he is, partly out of an acute self awareness of his skinny frame making him look an easy target and partly because he finds it more comfortable than tight fitting garb.

PSYCHE

Nate is an easy going, confident man, sure of himself almost to the point of irritating arrogance. Cool under pressure, Nate prioritises efficiency, and almost everything he does is fast and purposeful. When he speaks, he does so for a reason, preferring to avoid idle small talk when possible. Intelligent in his field, Nate is stubborn and struggles to be told he's wrong. When he has ideas and others reject them, he finds himself sulking almost like a child. Despite being talented at his job, many doubt Nate because of his immaturity and childish tendencies.

HEAT.

Nate is known to the police due to his current occupation of performing illegal black market surgeries and installations to people too poor to get treatment in federal hospitals, but is considered a small time criminal and they don't waste their time hunting for him. While his methods aren't always clean, they get the job done, although a few unsatisfied customers have sent thugs after him to collect refunds, leaving a few bumps and bruises in the process. While he'd like to be able to say he does it to help others, it's really because it's easy money, and the demand is high.

STREET CRED

Basically no-one. Those he's helped know his name and tell their friends in need, but he's a far cry from a legend of the streets of Night City.

THE STORY

In hindsight, compared to most others, Nate Dawson had lived a very mundane and sheltered life so far. Nate was born in Old Downtown region of Night City, as the eldest of three children. Nate's father, Jay, was a dockworker, living a life of manual labour, while his mother, Maria, worked as an administrative assistant at the Night City Medical Center. His two younger siblings are his sister Jessica, 4 years his junior, and brother Theo, 6 years younger than him. With both of their parents working shifts often more than 5 days a week, it was usually Nate's job to take care of his younger siblings, even from a very young age.

Nate worked hard in school, with his favourite subjects being biology, chemistry and technical engineering. He dreamed of being an engineer, hoping to set up his own company and develop his own augmentations to sell to the general public, hoping one day he would be able to earn enough money to set his family up comfortably somewhere away from the dark and dangerous Night City. However, this dream never materialised, and when an opening arose for an internship at the Night City Medical Center through his mother, he gratefully jumped at the chance. Seeing it as just a chance to gain some experience and earn a bit of cash, Nate instead got an experience that changed his ambitions entirely. He was adamant he wanted to become a surgeon.

Nate worked hard over the next year and eventually, with a little inside help from his mother, scraped his way into the Night City Medical School. At the NCMS he was in an environment in which he thrived; faced with new and exciting tasks every day, fed more knowledge than one man could ever want. It was here that Nate really grew into the man he is today, learning all the skills he needed to become a surgeon and becoming a confident, calm and collected young man. Nate passed his finals with flying colours and graduated from the NCMS, walking straight into a graduate position as a surgery assistant at the Medical Center, where he would observe and assist a senior surgeon and learn all the procedures and tricks for the job he hoped to inherit.

After two years at the centre, Nate still hadn't progressed to the position of a full surgeon. His boss claimed it was because he wasn't ready, but Nate had meticulously memorised every procedure he had witnessed. Brimming with enthusiasm and charisma, there had never been a man more ready, and Nate felt they were deliberately holding him back. When Nate's father was let go from his job at the docks times were tough, and Nate did all he could to help support his family off his meagre junior surgeon's salary. However, with job searches proving fruitless, his family upped stakes and moved out of the city, moving first to Monterey and then further north to San Francisco when that proved just as unsuccessful. Nate remained in Night City alone, adamant to fulfil his hopes of becoming a surgeon.

Yet Nate made no progress. He had seen new graduates come, ascend and leave in the years he worked there. Eventually he quit, and went freelance. He never informed his family, who still believe he works as a junior surgeon at the NCMC. However, Nate now works as a freelance surgeon, performing black market surgeries and installations of illegally acquired custom augmentations. This is where he earned the nickname 'Stitch', which he often uses as a street name to hide his true identity. The money is much, much better than it was at the center, although it does carry a much greater risk of being shot in the back down a dark alleyway.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Clothing and Armour (48EB)

• Kevlar Clothing (Torso) - 45EB
• Athelon Nylon Carrybag - 3EB

Weapons (150EB)

• Federated Arms X-22 - 150EB

Augments (650EB)

• Cyberoptic - 650EB
  
  • Basic Eye Module - 500EB
  • Micro-optics - 150EB

Gear (1140EB)

• Surgery Kit - 400EB
• Techscanner - 600EB
• Basic Medical Kit - 120EB
• Protective Goggles - 20EB

TOTAL: 1988EB

...AND THE REST

[vietmyke]

Reinhardt, Jack

Jack Reinhardt

You're a dead man, you just don't know it yet.

LOOKS

Jack is a big man. Standing over most at 6'5", Jack is a bear of a man, built like a truck and hitting just about as hard. He has a serious and imposing demeanor, with a rigid posture and broad shoulders. Jack has rough facial features, age lines strongly imprinted on his face lack of youthful enthusiasm implies this man has seen some shit. His face is curtained off by a thick brown beard, and a white head of hair, while a large scar runs down the left side of his face. Presumably as a result of the wound that left his facial scar, his left eye has lost its color. The most notable part of his body is his left arm, which has been replaced by a black cyberarm. His outfits are plain and disposable, t-shirts and tank tops with jeans and cargo pants, tucked into utilitarian boots, and covered by leather jackets.

PSYCHE
Straight edged and to the point, Jack is cool headed and streetwise. Cynical and jaded, Jack is generally aloof and untrusting and is slow to warm up to others. Jack is as confident as he is ruthless, and in his younger years, he had gotten into trouble more than once for violent conduct and insubordination in the workplace. Though generally calm, Jack has a bit of a temper, and can get fairly aggressive when properly riled up. His mere presence can be intimidating to those of weaker will and constitution, and even those with tougher constitution find themselves scared shitless when this man decides to start interrogating. Despite his gruff and prickly exterior, Jack holds a begrudging soft spot for children- despite the fact that his appearance typically scares them.

HEAT
A man named 'Thomas Reacher', matching Jack's relative build and description is currently on the local Triad's shit-list. Not that Jack's build and description is particularly unique. The Triad's are pretty hush hush about why they want Reacher, but 500 creds to bring him to the underboss for a 'chat' is a bit more than just pocket change.

STREET CRED

Jack Reinhardt is a nobody, and he likes it that way. Keeps nights at the bar nice and quiet.

THE STORY

Born and raised in Night City, Jack Reinhardt was born the oldest son to the Night City police officer, and a doctor. His childhood was not one of major note, he went to public school, got relatively good grades, got into a few scraps, and made it to adulthood without dying. With only average marks in school, and not enough money to go to college, Jack opted instead for military service and at the age of 18 enlisted in the Army. He met the woman of his dreams shortly afterwards, and got married at the age of 21. 4 years later, his daughter was born. The family lived a rather mundane life, with a small apartment in the city, but were happy.

Happiness is a fleeting sensation in Night City, and it wouldn't last long. Jack's life in the military resulted in him staying away from home for months at a time. His wife eventually got involved in drugs- Super-Sid, as the street called it, a doped up version of your everyday acid. Missed calls, strained arguments, and heated shouting matches over the course of a few years, and Jack and his wife would eventually separate, his ex-wife taking their daughter with her. Burnt out, upset, and disillusioned, Jack left the military and moved back home to Night City.

There weren't many legal careers for a man with no college degree, and little training outside shooting and fighting, but instead of turning to crime, Jack eventually began finding work as a police officer, his military training and aptitude quickly taking him from beat cop to detective in a short two years. Despite his unorthodox (read: violent) methods and occasional disciplinary hearing, Jack was did well in the NCPD, breaking arms and limbs, shooting down crims, and getting no small amount of shit for it. It was around this time he first got involved with his current 'crew'.

Local Triads were breaking the status quo- being too rowdy, going and spreading their influence outside their 'agreed upon' boundaries with the police, starting fights with other mobs- often to the detriment of life and legal businesses. In short, they were causing more trouble than their payoffs to the police were worth. Luckily for the NCPD, the Triads were muscling in on the territory of a local gang, the aforementioned 'Crew'. A couple discreet discussions, agreements and an exchange of several thousand creds worth of funds later, Jack was inserted into a local Triad auxiliary for an undercover assignment to undermine the Triad's influence outside their agreed upon boundaries.

The events of the actual case are concealed behind miles of red tape, black books, and disclosed records, but the long and short of it was the Triad's were forced out of their newly acquired territory and forced back into their usual stomping grounds. While the Triads didn't lost any particularly large amounts of funds- as their venture into this new territory was relatively small by their standards, it was still a kick to their shins. Anyhow, life went on for Jack Reinhardt for another few years.

After a shift in power up the chain of command, and one too many arguments with the new police chief for his violent, and at times brutal methods, Jack found himself at the losing end of a police operation doomed to go wrong. Burned and left for dead, Jack went underground. Replacing his destroyed left arm with a cybernetic from a local black market doctor, Jack shredded his identity, and used his remaining contacts to burn any trace of his existence. He then joined up with the 'Crew' as a source of income- his prior dealings with them and 'efficient' means of handling things earning him a small welcome from the gang.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Augments

• Soviet Cyberarm - 669

Cost: 669
Weapons

• Colt Alpha-Omega - 500
• C.O.P. .357 Derringer - 250
• Brass Knuckles - 10

Cost: 760
Armor

• Kevlar Clothing - 45
• Kevlar Vest - 100
• Light Armor Jacket - 150

Cost: 295
Gear

• Binoglasses - 200
• Med-kit - 50

Total:1974

...AND THE REST

Jack has a small safehouse in the Crew's territory- an emergency stash for when shit really hits the fan, Jack bought and furnished it during his undercover operation with the Triads. Siphoning funds from the police department, Jack has set himself up with a small, well protected safe room in a small derelict apartment building. A bed, backup gun, and 500 EB - enough for a ticket out of the city and pocket change are stashed there, all hidden away and locked behind a high grade keylock.

[Thecrash20]

Heresssss Johnny!

Johnny "Doe" Wiser

"That is a shame. Guess the local obituary will have a few more names this week..."

LOOKS

Whats he look like? Whats it too 'yah? Eh, whateva. Not like you'll notice him if you find him!
Johnny looks very much like his Role in the gang... Undercover. He doesn't have anything that makes him look too different than the average working man. No noticeable scars, tattoos, or some crazy haircut so many other Gangers are used to flaunting. He is also most always wearing Jeans with a tucked in Shirt and tie and some sort of coat. Dresses always like he has business, because he always does. Best bet would be looking in Gang territory for a man who doesn't look like he belongs and still well known enough to not be fucked with.

PSYCHE

What's Johnny like? Let me tell you about that crazy motherfucker! Or at least from what I heard...

Johnny doesn't give two fucks about 'nothin. His personal safety being one of those. Even with a gun pointed to his head he still has a joke to babble out. For some odd reason it has given him more credit than 9mm to the skull. I mean, it makes sense. Everyone like a Man with huge balls, especially if this Man is a hilarious Wise ass. Look, all you need to know is he doesn't care who or what you are. If he's coming for you he'll find you, stand over you as your Empire of filth and evil burns down around you, and whisper one final words to you: "It was the Aristocrats!". Oh yeah and one last thing, apparently he's a sweetheart personally and has a real bad addiction to cigarettes and Woman. Especially the Woman!

HEAT

Besides the Media, who would care?
Alright well News Network 5 probably loves Johnny, shit when he brings a story out these people makes millions! Now the Law hasn't really said anything public, but I think their trying to cover their asses, just in case Johnny brings up something they rather not let anyone see. Their a bunch of savages anyhow, its not like it would be hard.

STREET CRED

Only his Big boss knows this. Ask that schmuck. Next!

He's nobody by face. Ever heard of 'The Doe'? Well his name is Johnny, like John... Doe? Eh? Eh? Now you got the gears turning.

The Story

Oh come on... No one knows the truth behind Johnny! Their is just rumors. Eh? You don't even know them? Who do you work for again?

So, not much is known about Johnny Doe. Why? Well I don't know. Do you have a article about your life online? Alright then... Like I was saying Johnny's origin are just from word of mouth. Nothing can be found about him and only his Gang's Boss knows the name. If he is even in a gang. Man you see what I mean? All rumors. He talks to some people here and there, all those people call him by several different names, but their description of him match what we do know. From some Pimp known as 'Maximus' seemed to have the most info on Johnny. Giving us our first truth that he definitely like the Company of Woman.

Ok, Johnny worked some bullshit ass Job in little Italy. It paid good and he had a nice living for a bit, until his wife caught some disease or cancer or some shit. Again, all speculation. Well something happened with his job and they fucked the guy, hard! He can't pay his wife's medical bills, she croaks and the man puts a nine to his dome and... Boom! Blows his brains out all over their home. Sad tail truly... Ah, ok that's not where the story ends. Well look, the Man survives and almost basically unharmed after a few months. This man is different though, like his emotions are faded, his personality warped. Well at least his John wasn't. If anything it was an improvement! Hahahaha... Ahem. Like I was saying he's actually pretty ok, missed all the vital stuff somehow when he pulled the trigger. So almost a year later he find out about who fucked him and comes back to him. This dude ends up hanging the fucker off a building he owned with a sign saying "The ignorance is coming to an End", whatever the fuck that means, but it was pretty Metal! Remember, it was almost a year ago? Well ever sense them, crazy leaks and stories been coming out with the end always being signed Johnny Doe.

Again this is all speculation and we don't know shit from fuck. This could all be a bunch of shit. We got some rumors saying he's a identity a group of Netrunners hide behind. Some say this is just a Media group to the public and hiring Solos to due the dirty for them, just for a story. Even heard that the story I just told you was made from a drunk asshole near a club. What ever he is gets results tho. I personally think he was an ex Solo, but whatever floats your boat, Kid.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

What kind of question is that? What's next? You want me to tell you about his favorite Sneaker brand?

Armor:
-Kevlar Clothing: 45
-Light Armor Jacket:150
Total: 195

Weapons:
-Switch Blade: 15
-Brass Knuckles:10
-Federated Arms X-9mm (+Silencer): 500
Total:695

Gear:
-Digital Camera+Recorder : 450
-Video/Audio Tape Player: 40
-Binoculars: 20
-Card Lock lvl 3: 300
-Key Lock lvl 5: 100
-Movement Sensor:50
-Med Kit: 50
Total:1010

Total: 1900

[Wernher]

N/A

[TheWendil]

Erin Blake - Rockergirl

☠ Erin Blake ☠

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"Stay down or stay dead."

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LOOKS
What Erin lacks in size and height, she more than makes up for in unique appearances. A short woman of twenty years, her dull gray hair-which may or may not have been permanently dyed at some point-is kept in a shaggy ponytail and her orange eyes, usually devoid of caring, light up with fury when placed under the heat of the stage lights. She also likes to go for the punk school girl look when she can as part of her stage appearance. Because of this, she will always opt for a skirt, school shirt, and jacket over her armor in public coupled with some makeup, and maybe fake fangs too on stage. For some reason that tends to reel in the big money and lower quite a few guards down.

PSYCHE
Erin is a quiet girl who ironically has the perfect voice for screamos and other such punk concerts. While appearing lackluster on the talking front in anywhere else, she takes a complete turn of persona on stage, becoming a mad and raving beast of metal musical power. Still, that’s just the stage character talking; the real Erin doesn’t much care for others aside from a select few and won’t question shooting someone up for the sake of the gang. As long as it pays her, she has no qualms with sentimentality and empathy.

HEAT
Nothing too significant given most of the public knows her only as her stage get-up, Scratch Metal. She’s had her fair share of celebrity stalkers and nutjob fans of course but a few bullets can do wonders in keeping people silenced forever. If she’s pissed anyone off, it’s because she’s ignored them on the street or didn’t give them an autograph.

STREET CRED

Small but persistent. Despite her reputation musically, she’s still just a local one-man band. Her popularity depends mostly on word of mouth.

THE STORY- ROCKERGIRL
At some point, Erin had considered becoming a cop for the sake of patrolling the rampant streets of Night City. For some reason, she had a morbid fascination with the blatant police brutality and overall violence witnessed in the world around her. Evidently, that sort of thinking changed soon enough when she met a woman by name of Romanov Borsky. Lacking a child prodigy herself, the “doctor” took Erin under her wing and convinced her of much more promising aspects for her talent.

After all, it was Romanov who had suggested Erin take up the rockergirl gig in attempts to make a few extra cash on the side. Seeing nothing else better to do with her life, Erin became a business partner of sorts to the older woman, the two of them going strong in their money-making ways. That wasn’t to say Erin had completely forgotten her shoddy and self-learned cop training though; it was Romanov even still who taught her how to use a gun.

Still, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere on their own, and so when an upstart gang began collecting for members Erin jumped at the chance for better profit. After all, shooting people up and singing equaled money at the end of the day anyway. It just so happened that Romanov followed her lead, still all too eager to groom the young girl into something worth her amusement.

As such, Erin likens herself as the gang’s method to a quick buck, pulling off small-time shows and stunts whenever she can as "Scratch Metal”, the uppity middle-finger to authority and society who screams her lungs out over the mic. Of course, she’s not above putting bullets in people for the gang either; whatever gets her pay day. There’s also the fact that her sister is a complete fucking psychopath too. But that’s not her story to tell.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35

▶ Fed. Arms Tech Assault II: Cost: €400

▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50

▶ Flakk Pants: Cost: €200

▶ Detention Collar: Cost: €260

▶ Electric Guitar: Cost: €300

▶ MiniAmp: Cost: €220

▶ Total Cost: €1,465

▶ Remaining Cost: €535

...AND THE REST
Miscellaneous.

[Lonewolf685]

[RETRACTED]

[KoL]

Redacted

[tfd]

'1NT3RSPR1NT3R'

'1NT3RSPR1NT3R'

"Mess with the best, die like the rest."

LOOKS

'1NT3RSPR1NT3R' is a tall, lanky Afro-American man. His face has a constant neutral expression. He has small, brown eyes with well-groomed brows hanging above. His black, curly hair is shortened down and faded at the sides. His outfit consists of jackets to cover up and keep a low profile.

PSYCHE

'1NT3RSPR1NT3R' is a very mellow guy. He doesn't say things that would take you off guard, and his tone is generally nonchalant. He sounds calm and collected whenever he speaks, and it's very rare you'll catch him at a bad moment. At some points, he seems very monotone when speaking, giving him a robotic vibe.

HEAT

'1NT3RSPR1NT3R' is a well-known net-runner in the business, however not as publicly known because of his anonymity. His traces are usually covered and rats are not something that exists in the man's line of work, seeing as any loose ends are usually tied up.

STREET CRED

Not much. Not many people know what '1NT3RSPR1NT3R' looks like.

THE STORY

Born in Los Angeles, California, '1NT3RSPR1NT3R' was born to a middle-class family in a low-end apartment. Since both of his parents were working as teachers, they decided to home school their child confidently. As Intersprinter was confined to his house, he was given a computer at the age of eight. He was able to work and learn from home and keep himself busy. As the years went by, Intersprinter became more and more accustomed to the computer. As regular classes began to get boring, Intersprinter slowly worked his way up to teach himself the basics of code and took it up a notch as he was writing his own programs at the age of fourteen. Before he knew it, he was creating viruses at the age of sixteen and had begun to wreak havoc on the web, traversing it with pride as he released his creations. As keyloggers and various different Trojans were released. By the end of the first month, bank accounts and bot nets were cultivated. It was time to take it to the next level.

New technology was being released at a rapid level, and new tools were being given to the public. As such, Intersprinter hopped on and begin to move money around until he could get his hands on the best equipment. Soon, he would be living up to his newly decided name, 'INT3RSPR1NT3R'. Net-running became a hobby as he injected himself into the virtual realm. It was an experience like no other. He was able to hop from place to place, collecting data at a rapid pace as hundreds of other systems were following with. Soon, he gained a persona, a following, as Intersprinter had begun to leave slight traces as information was collected and deeds were done. A plan was being brewed. A big one.

News hit as one of the large mega-corporations of the world had suffered a recent cyber-attack. The attack was no ordinary attack, causing the loss of millions of Eurodollars of information. Who was this culprit? The world would never know. Except Intersprinter knew. As Intersprinter began his own dark-side cracking, his following came together and started hitting the big corporations of the world to send a message. A message that the web was no longer safe. As '1NT3RSPR1NT3R' had been prowling, searching for a new target, the phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. When he picked up, a sigh was heard on the other end. By the end of the conversation, '1NT3RSPR1NT3R' had made a decision of a life time. He gave up his black hat hacking and wiped his trace, causing himself to become nothing but a rumor on the web. The young hacker had moved out of his family's apartment and moved into a high-end one in a tall building, establishing himself as the successful guy he had dreamed of becoming.

This had begun the story of 'INT3RSPR1NT3R'. That call? Fake ID had arrived. Yet another scheme went right, and it was time to start investing.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

'1NT3RSPR1NT3R' isn't cybered up as much as some would believe. Besides a few voice box modifications, there isn't much there besides the top of the line cybermodems, neural co-processor implants, and a few other links and cybernetics that allow him to communicate with ease.

[Dark Light]

My Hider

Jaccob 'Jay' Hunter

"Ain't nothin in life for free."

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LOOKS
Sporting a thin Mohawk on his shaved head, tattoos can be seen of his short prison stints.
Slightly above average height he is physically well built. He has short stubble on his defined chin, more so due to a lack of care instead of style. His clothes are often simple, worn and ragged, opting for functionality above all else. His limbs and torso are lined with scars from old battles.

PSYCHE
Jacob is an anarchist at heart, with a strong distrust towards all thing authoritative. He is highly defiant and stubborn to the point of arrogance. He is known to have a short temper and be prone to violent outbursts. Often using his fists for thinking and only then asking questions later.
Sometimes he can be remorseful of his actions as he genuinely considers himself a generally good guy who enjoys a beer and a laugh. He is quite the simple man.

HEAT

"A little"

Police- Prior juvenile record containing public street brawls, Inciting violence, disturbing the peace, assault, grievous bodily harm, damage to property, theft and wanton destruction.
Military- Desertion, went AWOL with military gear.
Gangs- Pissed off the wrong corporate guy and his wanna-be gangster punk son.

STREET CRED

"Small-time"

His wild and violent antics are known to a few of the lower dredges of scum that either witnessed or received his brutality.

THE STORY
Jacob grew up without a father in the slummiest of slums. Surrounded by constant gangs at war, it was no surprise when he eventually slipped into that lifestyle. As a young kid Jacob wasn't the biggest, toughest, or the fastest but he was the meanest.
Intimidation became his survival tactic. He would always 'one up' his rivals. Hungry for a life better than the one he had, for his younger sister and dear mother more than himself, he tried at the monotony of modern day slavery known as work. He dabbled as a trade assistant or bouncer among other things but failed on many occasions. His short temper, violent tendencies and dislike for authority proved to continually be troublesome.

At a young age after overdoing another 'warning' beating, Jake realised his mistake of messing with a member of an 'important' family. It was some Triad punk with corporate parents tied to the cops. He was trying to extend his territory. Getting in over his head, Jaye quickly fled to do a small stint in the military. There he excelled with his aggression put to good use. His fire arm training earned him the neural implant, smart gun link and chip-ware socket. Never satisfied Jacob deliberately jeopardised his own eye knowing, even though he hadn't earned it yet, the payoff would grant him an enhanced cybernetic replacement.

It was shortly after this stunt, in extra military debt, that Jacob got a urgent worried call from his mother. It took some time but armed with a stolen military smart gun and all his neural ware, Jacob made a break for it and deserted his post to return home.

Upon arriving home Jacob walked right into a trap. Ambushed and blind sighted he was beaten to near death, his jaw mangled beyond normal repair. The life kicked near right out of him. They stole his gun and tore out his military cyber eye. He was left a bloody mess.
Sister missing, mother murdered.

Eventually Jacob hunted down some random black market surgeon to get some much needed physical treatment, repairs and improvements.
This is where he got the Power jaw and shark tooth smile as well as an Oral factory boost. It had cost him nearly every belonging left in his mother's house just to cover material costs of the operations. He still owed the guy a favour and gave up the last of his family's possessions.

After recovery he was unable to go back home out of fear who might be still waiting for him, so Jacob retreats to an old abandoned hideout he used to know of.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

TOTAL: 1970EB

Neural Ware:(1620EB)

• Neuralware processor - 1000eB
• Smart Gun link - 100
• Oral factory boost - 100
• Interface plugs (subdermal) - 220
• Chipware socket - 200

Body Weapons:(300EB)

• Implanted fangs -100
• Power jaw -200

Armour:(300EB)

• Leather clothing - 50
• Kevlar Vest -100 (stolen military issue)
• Light armour jacket -150 (stolen military issue)

...AND THE REST
Wearing an eye patch to cover Missing optical implant
Has a gang rival with a grudge
Is carrying stolen, disguised, military armour.
Wanted for desertion.