[CHAR] Curiosity and the Cat

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Who the Hell is Bluemoondreamer?

That’s a question I wish I could answer but honestly I may be a “What the hell is Bluemoondreamer? I could be a fancy AI but honestly I don’t know and with the ability to even rewrite meat codes what does it matter?

I am me and I go by Bluemoondreamer as my Address Handle which is a free floating address because if I linger too long in one spot the Feddie Netcops will find a dereze me. Lost Ghost of some Netdiver or Aberrant AI they don’t like my kind because we are the things that go bump in the dark corners of the World net and because this is where we live our own play ground.

I like long walks on the virtual shores of the most well made VRs, Dancing in the VR Clubs and sometimes in the tank of some club as a feature Virtual Artist and Rocker Girl.

I collect odd bits of information and Music as I explore my ever changing world but stay clear of the dangers of the Data Citadels of the Corps for there there be Monsters and I’m too young and tasty.

Netrunners, Netdivers, Hackers, and Trolls drop by and ask me to hold stuff for them or if I might have collected at least the echo of information they need and I am treasured for my Priestess like quality to keep it to myself.

I can’t be Bought or Bartered because what does a ghost need with money or goods?

[RumikoOhara]

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Popeye

Name- Popeye
Age- 25
Role- Tech
Story/History- Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies Pack of lies
Obvious Cyberware- Soviet Cyberoptic
VR Link in head.

PI Reynolds

Name - David Reynolds
Age - 57
Role - Private Investigator
Story/History - As a Solo mercenary/private eye, people think that his ways are too old-schooled and outdated. He never had cases enough to sustain a living for him and his only daughter Jess, as he could never take cases that are too involved in cybernetics. As a result, his daughter always had to work part time jobs (she told him it was cleaning the dishes) to sustain the family. To him, Jess was his whole world. She was always cheerful and positive in front of him. He thought his daughter would live a happy live under his protection; until her 22nd birthday when she disappeared...
Obvious Cyberware - The only thing that can (barely) be called a cyberware is the augmented knee brace his daughter gave him for his bad knee joint on the wedding anniversary he made-up about (He never had a wife and he actually adopted Jess).

Knee brace

Jimmy Verum

A small weasel of a man, Despite that he his a very powerful smuggler with a dangerous personality. Wears all black. Black jeans. Black sneakers, black shirt, and a barcode tattoo on his neck. A war of his higher ups of Identifying him. He's white. Extremely pale.
Name- Jimmy Verum. "Verry"
Age- 25
Role-Fixer.
Story/History- Verry was involved in the underworld from a young age. Using his wits, he weaseled his was up to a semi respectable position as a fixer. He is run by his higher ups, powerful people who ha. Eyes and ears everywhere, as such he has a paranoid tendancies and is a chronic Liar. (Actually has a medical condition where he always lies, I'm serious)
Obvious Cyberware- fully prosthetic left leg. Keeps it hidden and has a slot for a large blade he keeps on his person at Al times. He tends to keep himself self reliant despite his fake leg encase of a fall of the age of cyberpunks come to and end.

Tattersail

Tattersail I


Tattersail II


Apperance: 'Sail often keeps his clockwork bag of surgical tools with him and wears his antiquated magnavision glasses. Multiple layers and swivel hinged lenses capable of narrowing or broadening his field of view during modifications. Alternatively he might wear the blue tinted full size x-ray goggles. He likes to know what sort of available mod space is inside you. Nearly always sporting a one-sided self-amused smile.

Name: Technomancer Raven Tattersail

Age: 48

Role: Technomancer (Medtech) Never heard of mancing? You poor undeveloped meat sack.

History: As a child Tattersail would take all opportunities to "torture" any living creature small/slow/dumb enough to let him do so. Really he just wanted to know how they operated. Fast-forward to adulthood nothing has changed. Except now the fast/large/small/slow/dumb/intelligent creatures come to him voluntarily. Modifications and installations. All styles. No refunds and he won't add anything you don't agree too. Of course some unfortunate soul might agree to let him experiment under the right conditions. 'Sail converses freely with his cybernetic implanted dataforms, often while operating or talking to someone else, giving the impression of mild insanity or dementia.

Obvious Cyberware: Sub-dural spinal modification. Nano-tech plating extending from base back of neck to lower back. Encased inside neural overlay compression based lifeform (Dataform). (The stolen/stored memories/skills and to some extent personalities of dead people from whom the overlays were copied from.) Eight slots total, four currently in active use fifth under manual dark mode. These dataforms can speak to him neurally as long as they are active and un-shut up'd. Tattersail has no other visible or pervasive cybernetics. He prefers to use both his own skill and bioform to do modifications and installations on other subjects.

Dataforms: Forthcoming.

Vivian Everett

Name: Vivian Everett
Age: 27
Role: Solo
Story/History: Vivian was born an orphan, raised in some corporate provided orphanage that served as a tax haven. She grew up fairly independent, getting into trouble and making the streets her home since the corps didn't care very much. It was there that she discovered her passion for physical activity. Running, climbing, even fighting. In this dull world where she seemed to have no prospects it let her feel like she meant something, and had something to strive for..

But there were few prospects for an orphan besides menial labor at low wages, an endless existence of slums. She aspired for something greater, and ended up joining with K&O Security where she earned her place by her physical ability and physiological compatibility with augments. A short stint of training, and she went off to fight.

Service in the corp was...interesting. She did some guard duty, fought in some brush conflicts, things that she doesn't really talk about and that the corp probably doesn't want said. Eventually she left, or maybe she was fired. That's another thing she doesn't say. One way or another it ended, and now she has taken up shop in East 41 to make a living, and maybe aspire for something more.

These days she's a Runner. Drawing on her Sec experience, she delivers things that are a bit too important to pass over the Net, or to risk Feddie interception. She prides herself on efficiency, reliability, and like all good Runners, the difficulty of the route taken. She's not afraid of a tussle but has kept out of major heat for the most part. One can only wonder how long that will last.

Cyberware: Skeletal Bone Reinforcements - Metal woven in between her bones to make her tougher and more durable, as well as resistant to injury

Personal Computer - A remnant from her military service, Vivian has a computer implanted in her brain that lets her access files, read emails, keep track of her bank balance, keep time, manage her other cyberware, do situation analysis, scan enemies, stuff like that. It's not intense processing but it gets the job done

Spinal Augments - Another relic from military service, this is a package that affects her body chemistry, injecting stimulants in combat situations, reducing fatigue, and helping to address injuries in the short term so she can take a licking and keep on ticking longer than she has any right to.

Myomer Bundles - Vivian has had some of her muscles replaced with artificial muscles for combat use that give her increased strength and resistance to damage from blunt force and cutting.

[Sewer Rat]

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[Tenslashsix]

Tattersail I

Tattersail II

Apperance: 'Sail often keeps his clockwork bag of surgical tools with him and wears his antiquated magnavision glasses. Multiple layers and swivel hinged lenses capable of narrowing or broadening his field of view during modifications. Alternatively he might wear the blue tinted full size x-ray goggles. He likes to know what sort of available mod space is inside you. Nearly always sporting a one-sided self-amused smile.

Name: Technomancer Raven Tattersail

Age: 48

Role: Technomancer (Medtech) Never heard of mancing? You poor undeveloped meat sack.

History: As a child Tattersail would take all opportunities to "torture" any living creature small/slow/dumb enough to let him do so. Really he just wanted to know how they operated. Fast-forward to adulthood nothing has changed. Except now the fast/large/small/slow/dumb/intelligent creatures come to him voluntarily. Modifications and installations. All styles. No refunds and he won't add anything you don't agree too. Of course some unfortunate soul might agree to let him experiment under the right conditions. 'Sail converses freely with his cybernetic implanted dataforms, often while operating or talking to someone else, giving the impression of mild insanity or dementia.

Obvious Cyberware: Sub-dural spinal modification. Nano-tech plating extending from base back of neck to lower back. Encased inside neural overlay compression based lifeform (Dataform). (The stolen/stored memories/skills and to some extent personalities of dead people from whom the overlays were copied from.) Eight slots total, four currently in active use fifth under manual dark mode. These dataforms can speak to him neurally as long as they are active and un-shut up'd. Tattersail has no other visible or pervasive cybernetics. He prefers to use both his own skill and bioform to do modifications and installations on other subjects.

Dataforms:

Slot # 1 Active
Reginald Winthrop (Old world brit surgeon): When in doubt, remove the offending appendage. Only sure way to prevent ill humours.

Slot # 2 Active
Constance Ferrier (Biologist): These components are mutually exclusive. Prognosis -Renal Failure.

Slot # 3 Passive
John Samuel Butler (Chemist): There are a delightful number of ways to melt flesh.

Slot # 4 Active
Jeremiah Thorne (Theoretical Physicist): Cybernetics will help humankind bridge the gap between dimensions.

Slot # 5 Manual Deactivation
Undisclosed (#0*6^$#1): Mind your own fucking business.

[Saint Dismas]

A small weasel of a man, Despite that he his a very powerful smuggler with a dangerous personality. Wears all black. Black jeans. Black sneakers, black shirt, and a barcode tattoo on his neck. A war of his higher ups of Identifying him. He's white. Extremely pale.
Name- Jimmy Verum. "Verry"
Age- 25
Role-Fixer.
Story/History- Verry was involved in the underworld from a young age. Using his wits, he weaseled his was up to a semi respectable position as a fixer. He is run by his higher ups, powerful people who ha. Eyes and ears everywhere, as such he has a paranoid tendancies and is a chronic Liar. (Actually has a medical condition where he always lies, I'm serious)
Obvious Cyberware- fully prosthetic left leg. Keeps it hidden and has a slot for a large blade he keeps on his person at Al times. He tends to keep himself self reliant despite his fake leg encase of a fall of the age of cyberpunks come to and end.

[Flamelord]

Name: Vivian Everett
Age: 27
Role: Solo
Story/History: Vivian was born an orphan, raised in some corporate provided orphanage that served as a tax haven. She grew up fairly independent, getting into trouble and making the streets her home since the corps didn't care very much. It was there that she discovered her passion for physical activity. Running, climbing, even fighting. In this dull world where she seemed to have no prospects it let her feel like she meant something, and had something to strive for..

But there were few prospects for an orphan besides menial labor at low wages, an endless existence of slums. She aspired for something greater, and ended up joining with K&O Security where she earned her place by her physical ability and physiological compatibility with augments. A short stint of training, and she went off to fight.

Service in the corp was...interesting. She did some guard duty, fought in some brush conflicts, things that she doesn't really talk about and that the corp probably doesn't want said. Eventually she left, or maybe she was fired. That's another thing she doesn't say. One way or another it ended, and now she has taken up shop in East 41 to make a living, and maybe aspire for something more.

These days she's a Runner. Drawing on her Sec experience, she delivers things that are a bit too important to pass over the Net, or to risk Feddie interception. She prides herself on efficiency, reliability, and like all good Runners, the difficulty of the route taken. She's not afraid of a tussle but has kept out of major heat for the most part. One can only wonder how long that will last.

Cyberware: Skeletal Bone Reinforcements - Metal woven in between her bones to make her tougher and more durable, as well as resistant to injury

Personal Computer - A remnant from her military service, Vivian has a computer implanted in her brain that lets her access files, read emails, keep track of her bank balance, keep time, manage her other cyberware, do situation analysis, scan enemies, stuff like that. It's not intense processing but it gets the job done

Spinal Augments - Another relic from military service, this is a package that affects her body chemistry, injecting stimulants in combat situations, reducing fatigue, and helping to address injuries in the short term so she can take a licking and keep on ticking longer than she has any right to.

Myomer Bundles - Vivian has had some of her muscles replaced with artificial muscles for combat use that give her increased strength and resistance to damage from blunt force and cutting.

[Tenslashsix]

Finished the dataforms.

[Sewer Rat]

Name- Popeye (Here ya go, cause everyone else was showing their's)
Age- 25
Role- Tech
Story/History- ☠︎□︎■︎♋︎ ♌︎♓︎⌘︎⌘︎ was a very...strange boy, doctors diagnosed him of autism, though they were wrong, he grew up his life with ✡︎□︎◆︎ ❒︎♏︎♋︎●︎●︎⍓︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎&︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎ ♑︎□︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♌︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♏︎♋︎⬧︎⍓︎ &︎■︎□︎⬥︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♒︎♓︎⬧︎⧫︎□︎❒︎⍓︎✍︎ ☟︎✌︎✏︎ ☝︎□︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♍︎●︎□︎⬧︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♐︎♓︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ♌︎◆︎❒︎■︎. ✡︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ &︎■︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎♒︎□︎ ✋︎ ❒︎♏︎♋︎●︎●︎⍓︎ ♋︎❍︎📪︎ ✋︎ ♋︎❍︎ &︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬧︎◆︎◻︎◻︎●︎♓︎♏︎❒︎📪︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♍︎●︎♓︎♏︎■︎⧫︎📪︎ ⬧︎□︎ ♎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♑︎□︎ ⬧︎■︎□︎□︎◻︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♋︎❒︎□︎◆︎■︎♎︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ The end.
Obvious Cyberware- Soviet Cyberoptic

VR Link in head.

The Penguin- A skateboard like transportation on my belly, could hover once upgraded, used for every occasion, snow, sand, land, sea, sea of memes, anything!

[Tera]

Name - David Reynolds
Age - 57
Role - Private Investigator

Story/History - As a Solo mercenary/private eye, people think that his ways are too old-schooled and outdated. He never had cases enough to sustain a living for him and his only daughter Jess, as he could never take cases that are too involved in cybernetics. As a result, his daughter always had to work part time jobs (she told him it was cleaning the dishes) to sustain the family. To him, Jess was his whole world. She was always cheerful and positive in front of him. He thought his daughter would live a happy live under his protection; until her 22nd birthday when she disappeared...

Obvious Cyberware - The only thing he has that can (barely) be called a cyberware is his augmented knee brace. His daughter gave him for his bad knee joint on the wedding anniversary he made-up about (He never had a wife and he actually adopted Jess).

knee brace