[CHAR] Neon Nohl [Brink & DearTrickster Cyberpunk 1x1]

_{DearTrickster | Brink | Cyberpunk | 1x1}

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<sub>❖ N O N - P L A Y E R C H A R A C T E R S

We might add NPC's over time and this is where we will log each significant one with a small descriptor as to their role.</sub>

_{❖Dina and Yuri❖
Law Enforcement - Old Timer & Rookie - Tradition & Idealism
Dina and Yuri the faces of justice, well meaning police officers forced to bend with corruption of their department.}

_{❖Iskra & Dimitri❖
Bratva Brigadier - Authority Leader & Glorified Assistant - Crime & Cybernetics
Iskra and her AI android Dimitri, the near constant presence of Bratva in Zero-One. Iskra keeps Oleg under her heel, the mysterious Dimitri answers to every order given by Iskra only.}

_{❖Oleg❖
Lead Mechanic - Zero-One Shipyard Owner - Wise & Kind
Oleg the lead mechanic and owner of Zero-One Shipyard, the man Artem and Varya answer to directly while at work.}

_{❖Elena❖
AI Android - Soul Kitchen Bar Owner & Bartender - Free & Cynical
Elena is the sole survivor and inheritor of her commissioner family's estate, namely ownership and management of Soul Kitchen Bar. Technically free to do as she pleases, decided to continue managing Soul Kitchen Bar.}

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[DearTrickster]

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Age
23
Date of Birth
2056
Current Residence
Vasileostrovsky District
Gender
Female

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Appearance

Varya slouches at a height of 5’6” - 170 cm, weighing in at a skinny 120 lbs - 54 kg. She often forgets to eat, prefers to snack throughout the day on various things from sweets to crackers. On the occasion someone is able to pull a smile from Varya they would see a mouth full of crooked teeth, a feature she is a little self conscious about but often forgets herself. Her long ashy blonde hair is often tied back while she is at work, but prefers to leave it down while at home or shopping for groceries. Gray eyes, much like her father’s, squint and stare at holographic screens. Varya notably doesn’t take or focus all that much on her appearance only where personal hygiene is concerned. Her hands are working hands, covered in spark marks and calluses.

For clothing she prefers comfort and functional, often in layers during the cold winter months of Russia. Differs to her dark red coveralls for work, and steel toed boots.

Personality

Idiosyncratic
“The first to go is always the weakest link of code, where you can see it crumble in real time.”

Blunt
“I know where you’ve been, picking your ass instead of working.”

Tactless
“I wonder how it must feel, miserable and cold. Your entire life savings disappearing in a blink- stop that, stop crying.”

Logical
“It’s obvious to me, if you cut away this useless program for heating seats you’re navigation systems processor increase 3%, adding better reaction time for the pilots.”

Curious
“What’s the secret? No, no. I need to know, tell me.”

Varya is often described as quirky and aloof by others around her, some learned to appreciate her bluntness while others grew to resent it. Varya has notably soft moments of sympathy toward people with cybernetics rejection and those who struggle with their new modifications, however has sworn off such modifications for herself after struggling with paying the very medical bills that ruined her father’s body. A ‘naturalist’ in terms of wanting to keep her body in its original shape and form. In her tactless blunders of refusing cybernetics, sometimes saying hurtful things to the very people she feels sympathy for. She struggles with her tone of voice and subtext. Prefers to speak her mind clearly but risks sounding cold or standoffish.

While Varya is at work she has a very specific unconventional way to program or code. It took her a fair amount of time to convince Oleg at Zero-One to hire her on. Proving her coding to increase efficiency in the vehicles that regularly had maintenance there. Once clientele provided feedback, Varya was hired on full time. As she struggles with her home life, but she loves the challenges Oleg throws for her. Puzzling out the more complicated software issues with a single minded focus. Allowing her to forget the outside world for a few hours of the work day. The single minded focus also applies to her curiosity, when something or someone grabs her attention.

History

Varya lived a rather middle class childhood, in St Petersburg on the west end of the city, Centralniy district. Her father Anton Kozlov was a successful white collar business man. Unfortunately her mother, Maya, died during childbirth, and Anton never remarried. She lived an artisan's career in metal sculpting, a welder first and foremost. Varya keeps some of Maya’s sculptors, a fond reminder of a mother she never met.

Anton a well-meaning if not highly busy father to Varya, happily supported her career choice. The family fell to ill times when Anton was pressured into investing some personal modifications, faster brain processors and other modifications to join the upper management. Accumulated some debt for the procedure, brain tissue became infected after the surgery quick and terrible inflammation deteriorated his mind rendering his body functionless. A man trapped in his body. Trapping his daughter with working off the debt. Varya was pulled from her university studies into the workforce full time to support herself and her father’s medical bills. Studying forensic computing, meaning to take a cybersecurity career.

They inevitably had to downsize and move across town to a more affordable neighbourhood, following work for Varya specifically. Without completing her education she was outright rejected from most security opportunities, in spite of her current skillset. Gave her hand at repair shops that held apprenticeships for students.

Oleg at Zero-One Shipyard gave her just that opportunity, she had proven herself at a simple test during her interview and pushed further when she was on the job for a full time position. With the normal hours she was able to support herself, pay the debt and even afford the occasional home care nurse for her father.

With more time spent at the shop, however, it became very apparent to whom Oleg answered to. The Russian mob had it’s business go through Zero-One, it’s clientele some high ranking mobsters. Corruption and crime were not new concepts to the likes of Varya but it was admittedly the closest she had ever gotten to it.

Skills

Software, coding, hacking are Varya’s specialty. Knows the inside and out of an onboard computers for vessels and vehicles. Can build and take apart systems to rewire or fix herself. She can reprogram, hunt viruses, knock down firewalls, code all by hand and memory. Considerably talented before withdrawing from school, but working at Zero-One has provided some hands on experience that have only bolstered her skills.

[Brink]

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_{Age
29
Date of Birth
2052
Current Residence
Petrogradsky District
Gender
Male}

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Appearance

At an average height on 6'0" and a rather slight 155lbs, Artem mostly relies on his intimidating aesthetic to make his way through the Russian underground. His tattoos, which include several murals to lost friends, compliment his traditional buzz-cut and round off a menacing look.

An accident he suffered as a child resulted in his entire left arm being replaced bionically. It has gone through many iterations and such are the costs of high-end bionics he has resorted to a rather mundane Bar-Helix design. His right forearm however was a matter of choice. Replacing his tendons and fingers has lent heavily to his work making him stronger and more precise.
The last bionic addition Artem has is a filtration system embedded in his neck. Attached to his windpipe it filters out the daily multitude of cigarettes. The smoke is then released in a rather sinister nature through two small holes hidden by the dogs open maw tattooed across his neck.

Personality

Calm
"Lets just take a breath."

Skeptical
"He is hiding something, that friendly front he puts on? nah man, I'm not fooled."

Hardworking
"The more you sweat on the training pitch the less you bleed on the battlefield."

Assertive
"You sure about that? step to me and we'll find out boy."

Compulsive
"Tsk, just let me do me man it's my life."

Whilst many like to pretend they don't judge someone the moment they meet it's an unfortunate truth of the modern era, one that Artem has sought to take advantage of. His tough, tattooed exterior quite violently contrasts the person underneath. Yet owning such menacing features has paid off many times throughout Artems life.

To the select few that really know him Artem is a hardworking individual that generally prefers to keep to himself. After a troublesome childhood that thrust him into the Russian underground, he has found it much more applicable to simply keep his head down. However Artem is not completely passive. When the situation calls for it he is able to feign a personality not unlike his appearance suggests, allowing him to be assertive and intimidating when he wants to be.

History

Artem was not born in St.Petersburg but in Moscow. His father, a man of renown in certain circles, was a Mob Boss at the point of his birth. As such Artems upbringing would be considered unfortunate by many, he was constantly surrounded by drugs, guns and the various paraphernalia of the underground scene. It was his mother that somehow managed to instil some morals in the young boy before she passed. At the tender age of eight Artem found himself motherless and in the hands of a unfit father whom was intent on raising a future kingpin.

Throughout his teen years Artem often chose the company of his fathers henchmen. Being his fathers son he was naturally treated well, and as friends at school were a rarity it was with those thugs that Artem sought friendship.

During his time throughout school and particularly in college, Artem started to resent his father and the reputation it garnered for him. He did not make friends easily and those that would speak with him often did so at arms reach. The cohort of goons he once knew as friends had shifted significantly, some were lost, some replaced. It was not a source of emotional stability for Artem, something he had been seeking since the death of his mother. He believes this to be why he loves mechanics. Choosing the path during college and later university, Artem found the time he spent on the inner workings of engines and gas lines, manifolds and fuel pumps to be soothing. It was an escape, one that could only end in work being done and not on the end of a gun barrel. Or so he thought.

It took only a few months after his graduation, from Moscow technological university no less one of the few advantages of his birth-name Artem could tolerate, for his to decide his immediate future. He was not interested in being a Kingpin, he found the world of Russian crime to be cold, unrelenting and in its entirety damaging. He took the last picture of his mother he owned and left his fathers home, no word to anyone. It didn't take long for his absence to be noticed and the one thing Artem realised very quickly was that if the mob wanted to find you, you had better hide yourself well.

He was now in his mid twenties. Forced back into the life he did not want. Finding it much easier to acquiesce to his fathers hand that rebel it is during this time that Artem donned his rough aesthetic. With a new bionic arm courtesy of his father, a vicious reminder that a Dzagoev cannot escape the life laid out for them, Artem could only hope to escape once more. This time however, he was smarter about it.

St.Petersburg has been a safe haven for Artem. The presence of the Yakuza more often than not maintains the focus of the Bratva and so it is easy to stay hidden. He has been gone for nearly two years, worked as a Mechanic for a little over one. And whilst it was always going to be impossible to avoid the mob, Artem is content being on the other side of that dark line.

Skills

Artems speciality is in engine maintenance and fabrication. He understands the intricate nature of the CNEE or Contained Nuclear Energy Engine and it's component parts. He was hired on at Zero-One to maintain and tune the vast majority of vessels that stop by whilst the mob do their thing.
Artem also has a love for fabrication, making body kits and chassis joinery are particular delights of his and he always pushes Oleg to give him a couple hours in the Fab department if business is slow.