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[Yuria]

͏ｉ ｎ ｔ ｒ ｏ / ｔ ｈ ｅ ｍ ｅ

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The year is 2140. Mega-corporations have bloated and grown larger than the countries they were once entities of, and had long ago planted the seeds from which the spectacular new world order soon sprouted. The centrepiece of this arrangement takes the form of Paradiso; the heart and hive mind of this brave new world.

The diamond heights are vast and decorated with neons and monorail lines, and the streets are painted with the ever-moving lights of hovering vehicles. In an era of evolution, screens are slowly being replaced with holograms, and live data is streamed through the gargantuan Databahn. The connoisseurs and corporate drones perch atop the penthouse suites, purposefully ignorant of the ramshackle destitute and bio-plague which lurk in alleys below.

The Databahn dictates that there are no secrets to be kept in this shining city.

Paradiso was a concept founded by a US fuel and mining firm over a century ago. As the world's resources began to dry up, the populace retreated in masses towards the centre of the melting ice. The centre became known as the world's capital, and in recent decades, the founding firm reformed itself as the widely known Geiger Corporation.

The city is a police-led state seemingly governed by unseen autocracy. The advancements in technology and research into renewable energy had become unlike anything the world had ever seen, and people from all over the world flocked to bury themselves in its prosperity. But of course - He who controls the resources, also controls the people. And the eyes of Geiger are hard to shake.

ｐ ｏ ｉ ｎ ｔ ｓ ｏ ｆ ｉ ｎ ｔ ｅ ｒ ｅ ｓ ｔ

► GEIGER WILHELM, GEIGER CORPS.
Geiger is absolute power. The face of Geiger paints the city, yet the people know nothing of him. Is Geiger man, machine, or myth? A slogan decorates the billboards: Geiger is always watching you.

► THE DATABAHN
Fashioned by the Geiger Corporation, the Databahn has replaced all ISPs and has installed itself as the only known way of data transfer. The Databahn processes and sends information at hyperspeed, and regulates so much data that it is visible to the human eye in a visual not unlike the northern lights.

► THE LAW
The powers have blessed patrolmen with the position of judge, jury, and executioner. Resistance is fatal. Whilst foot patrolmen are imperfectly human, building security staff are often composed of androids. The most severe crime is treason. This is included but not limited to anti-Geiger propaganda and tampering with the Databahn.

► THE BIO-PLAGUE
The result of an experimental, virus-based cancer treatment which was terminated but accidentally released in 2132. Those afflicted develop dark, tumorous growths on the skin, and succumb to severe hallucinogenic symptoms. With hospitals no longer holding hope for a cure, the powers instead sought prevention. The afflicted are executed on sight, but it is well known that the alleys of the Deep Urban have long become a hive for the bio-plague. This district is left alone out of fear of exposure.

► NARCOTICS
Substance abuse is more rampant than ever, and is only amplified by the production of new synthetics. Prescription medication is also widely used and abused.

New World Narcotics

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NEON } modified MDMA. Injected directly into the body, neon fills the veins with glowing liquid. It is widely used within underground raves. Users experience feelings of elation and euphoria, with sharpened senses. It is less potent than its ecstasy predecessor, but is dangerous to buy as is it made extremely cheaply among suppliers.

TODTRAUM } a highly expensive drug which shows up occasionally among the people of Diamond Heights. It is a potent, slow-working barbiturate, taken at daily intervals. Carelessness can easily be fatal. The drug itself is a greatly weakened version of the new world euthanasia drug.

GIGABYTE } a hallucinogenic liquid either absorbed through the use of eye drops. The user experiences euphoric vertigo and strobe-like hallucinations. Side-effects can be severe, with users often having seizures and entering hypothermia.

STURMSTAUB } a combat stimulant originally developed by the military to heighten aggression, adrenaline, and strength. Prolonged use causes permanent damage to the nervous system.
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ｋ ｅ ｙ ｌ ｏ ｃ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ｓ

Diamond Heights

The highest rooms of Paradiso are reserved for the highest bidders. The inhabitants of the Heights don't often descend from on-high, and their faces are only seen painted upon the many screens and billboards throughout the city. Contrary to the old world, a celebrity showing themselves amongst the common crowd is almost unheard of, and Diamond Heights has almost become a whole other city in itself. Hover vehicles are used to transport from building to building, and sister towers are often connected by a bridge.

Accessed from Sky Hotel, the Sky Bar is the only place within the Heights that is open to the general public.

Lower District

The Lower District, otherwise known as the Trader Zone, is a series of streets laced with an array of neon-decorated shops. Standard shops are found here, with clothing and food stalls being particularly prominent. A handful of convenient - yet expensive - pharmacies are dotted throughout.

A dubious crowd often gathers in the rear streets, offering stolen cybernetics, narcotics, and illegal computer parts.

The Complex

The Complex is a stack of cloned apartments and bedsits appropriate for the common crowd. As with most things in Paradiso, the quality of residence generally increases with the floor number, and those unfortunate enough to settle within the ground floor are often subjected to violent burglaries. The Complex is the largest residential zone by a large margin, with around 70% of Paradiso's population residing there.

The Foundry

Since its birth, a huge portion of Paradiso's populace work or have worked somewhere within The Foundry. The Foundry is an industrial district home to the largest steelworks in the world, as well as an array of canneries, furniture warehouses, and power plants. Paradiso's primary source of energy is thermodynamic.

Out of pre-planned convenience, The Foundry was erected adjacent to The Complex.

Geiger Institute of Cybernetics

Over time, cybernetics have become a pseudo-natural part of society. Despite being introduced as a solution for the physically disabled, body modifications have now become immensely popular as both enhancements and fashion accessories. Those who can afford it often have cybernetic eyes, limbs, and chip implants. Chip implants are directly connected to the Databahn, and offer a simple way of accessing various parts of the city without having to carry physical passes and money.

The Geiger Institute is also the sole producer of androids. Whilst their AI system is outstanding, they have held back on the external appearance of the androids, leaving them distinctly robot-like as to not inflict paranoia amongst the populace. Androids are widely popular amongst businesses, and are used as guards, cashiers, and receptionists.

Monorail, Main Gate

The cheapest mode of travel in Paradiso is through use of the monorail. The monorail weaves through most of the city, with a station situated in each zone. The Main Gate is settled beneath the Pyre at the heart of Paradiso, and provides access to every other line in the system. When passing through The Foundry, the monorail enters a subway system as to preserve its engines from the smoke and waste fuel.

The Pyre

The Pyre is the tallest structure within Paradiso and hosts the central nervous system of the Databahn. Access into the tower is severely restricted, and trespassers are killed on sight. The majority of the Pyre's security personnel are androids, but the control systems are manned by several Geiger Corp. technicians at once.

Being the only publicly known source of data transfer, disruption of the Databahn is considered a national disaster. As such, attempting to or plotting to sabotage the Databahn is considered high treason and is punishable by death without jury.

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Sandbox dystopia. That's it. Paradiso is a monstrous city with obvious links to George Orwell and Albous Huxley I need not mention. Outside of the core locations, Paradiso is free for you to create and explore. Give your character's favourite bar a name; let them make friends, enemies, go to work, cook drugs, perform assassinations. Feel like starting a civil war? Go for it. Fancy shutting of the Databahn for banter? Best get scheming.

Everything goes unless I say otherwise. I generally won't say no unless it's something that will break the flow of the RP, but be sure to run things by me if you think its going to be a bit wild. For the sake of preserving the setting, there will be no assassinating Geiger, if he even exists. Not yet.

The descriptions are bare since I didn't want to pour too much time into something which might not rack up much interest, but I'll be sure to make 'em nice and thicc if things pick up.

Character sheet is right here, along with any drips 'n tips.

CS

[slap a nice picture here. no anime, please. real people preferred.]

Name

Age

Gender

Nationality
The residents of Paradiso have all kinds of heritages. Pick 'n choose.

Occupation
Factory worker to criminal mastermind. Though of course, secrets are nigh impossible to keep, so you might consider a normal job to pull wool over those lurking eyes.

Place of Residence
The Complex? Diamond Heights? In a flat above a backstreet masseur?

Cybernetics (?)

Bio
Your skills, your hopes and dreams. Where'd you come from? Where are you headed? What's your budgie's name?

There is a discord!
discord.gg/Rw8c5qq

[skidcrow]

epic joké xD

edit: why no discord reeeeeeeeeeeee

[ArenaSnow]

omg, custom fonts

[Yuria]

@ArenaSnow i have no idea how to breathe

[Mr Rage]

color me impressed. I want in. Also, I have a terrible idea...

[0 Azzy 0]

It's a thankless job, but somebody's got to do it.

[Dion]

CS

빈 수레가 요란하다.

Bin surega yoranhada.

Name - :

> Gangjeon Min-soo.

Age - :

> 25.

Gender - :

> Male.

Nationality - :

> Korean.

Occupation - :

> Officially, Min-soo is a factory worker in a non-existent company that manufactures parts for augmentations and cybernetics. Because of the fact that this includes a lot of manual labor, it was the perfect cover to keep actual operations off the databahn. Any part of the company that does reasonably take place on the databahn is manufactured by an AI that was written by one of the whizkids in the area, which mimics realistic outputs (ergo, shipments to other non-existent companies, reports on quantity of goods made, etc).

_{Kang Shal logo, often tattooed somewhere on the body where it's somewhat visible to identify other members and for other gangs to spot Kang Shal members.}

In reality, Min-soo is at the head of one of the larger gangs in Paradiso, namely the Shang Kal (Twin Knives) that operate from the slums. The gang is primarily Korean, as even in Paradiso the ethnic ties largely control who you interact with socially, however the gang also includes Vietnamese and Laotian gangsters. The gang is 'large' for Paradiso but that does little to say about the actual size of the gang. They control a good portion of the slums and extended into other areas primarily for their drug activities. However, producing and selling drugs are only a small part of what the Kang Shal do. Their drug operations are;

• Producing/selling NEON. _{Neon is cheap to make and highly desired, so they make decent money but nothing that makes them rich.}
• Producing/selling GIGABYTE. _{This operation is only now being started because GB is more expensive to make and requires a more dependent clientele because GB is more dangerous than alternatives.}

As of yet, Kang Shal hasn't been interested in producing either Sturmstaub or Todtraum, because they are expensive designer-drugs for uses that the Kang Shal don't have. (However, Sturmstaub consumption is relatively common-place for Kang Shal members due to its' use in gang wars or violent jobs.)

However, with Min-soo and his brother at the head of the Kang Shal now, it was only a matter of time for the core businesses to expand to more violent jobs. Now, their operations are based primarily on the following;

• Hits/assassination
• Extortion
• Kidnapping
• Blackmailing
• `Strong-arms for hire` _{Companies can hire them to intimidate employees or rivals.}

The shift to violent crime rather than drugs has led to other gangs trying to encroach on their operations - so far, they have done so without repercussions since the Kang Shal maintain their territory quite well. However, if they were to start losing actual territory, it is not unlikely that the Kang Shal will retaliate.

The Kang Shal are based out of Koraebul, a Korean seafood restaurant that is ran by Min-soo's aunt and uncle.

Place of Residence - :

> The Complex. Min-soo lives alone in a small apartment above Koraebul, ran by his aunt and uncle. Some quantities of NEON and GIGABYTE are stored here. He sells from this location from time to time. His apartment, number 33a, is comfortable and nicely decorated - despite this, it is quite evidently run down and the only reason it is 'nicely decorated' is because the decorations fit the environment. There's a lot of DIY furniture, like wooden pallets stacked and painted with a glas panel over the top to make a table, a variety of refurbished leather armchairs, a comfortable couch that was bought by the Kang Shal all together so they could hang out in Min-soo's apartment, etcetera.

Overall, the place is still a dump. But it's livable and affordable.

Cybernetics (?) - :

> None, yet.

Bio - :

> Min-soo was born two years after his brother, into a family that really didn't have the space for a child, let alone two. Money was tight and as a result, Min-soo never quite enjoyed the luxury of an education beyond high school, which he barely enjoyed either since he was skipping class so much. Pressure to perform well was lacking from home, his school didn't care, and honestly, neither did he. So, he more or less enjoyed the education of the streets, hanging out with guys that were at least ten years older than him when he was six, and gradually got involved with more and more illegal things. They taught him the ropes and in return for that, he ran drugs for them. The police would never think that a kid like Min-soo had a schoolbag full of neon, after all.

The Kang Shal, however, were a new invention of his and his brother. Rather than join the existing street gangs, they created a new one and slowly stomped the other gangs, incorporating them into the Kang Shal instead of just killing them off. This way, they gained new members that had the experience they needed. Of course it also meant that sometimes, people were still angry at Min-soo and his brother. That was an issue quietly resolved in the back of a room, and often meant that where two people went in, one came out.

That sums up the mindset both Min-soo and his brother have. They are ruthless, brutal and violent in the chase of the dream. That dream is money, of course. Money, respect, hoes, clothes. So, disrespect Min-soo, and you'll pay a price. Fuck with his money or supplies? Likewise. He's living the gangster dream and the goal is in sight, now he just has to reach it.

As a person, that describes Min-soo quite well. Temperamental, eager to fight, easily angered. He's not exactly phased by violence or murder, and it shows.

[Mr Rage]

Cutter

Name
Alexander Wheaton
Age
36
Gender
Male
Nationality
Scottish
Occupation
Officially The Cutter works for the G.I.C reclaiming cybernetics that were stolen, illegally manufactured, or the payments lapsed on. He has all of the necessary paperwork to keep the authorities off of him as he moves from district to district with various pieces of unregistered cybernetics, tools, surgical equipment, plus excessive amounts of pharma-grade painkillers and anesthetics.

Unofficially The Cutter walks the streets of the lower districts and slums at night trying to help those with bio-plague. He cuts the tumors away, occasionally 'loses' a cybernetic to replace a taken limb or organ, and for those too far gone, he puts them down- whether they want it or not.

Place of Residence
As far as anyone knows, the Cutter doesn't sleep. He is seen coming and going from the G.I.C, so it is assumed that he lives there. The Databahn knows the truth, but precariously few know otherwise.

Cybernetics
The Cutter makes liberal use of several cybernetic modifications to make his hack and slash operations more efficient. Heightened eyesight, extremely dexterous hands, faster than average speed and strength. He does not make use of an access chip as to help hide some of his movements from the Databahn. Of course, the rumor is that The Cutter is an Android of some kind, seeing as nobody has really seen his face other than his eyes through the mask. The Databahn knows the truth... and his direct superiors.

Bio
Alexander Wheaton was born to moderately successful parents, an only child he had all of the attention of his parents growing up. They pushed for him to be better than they were, and they had the resources to help ensure that it happened. They had the resources to put him through school, plus extra tutoring on the side. When he got to highschool he was put onto a fast-track career program with Geiger Institute of Cybernetics and was given grants to complete his education with them. Through their education program, Alexander came to be trained as a cybernetics technician, able to perform install, removal, and repair of cybernetic limbs and organs. He continued his education in the medical fields, learning how to perform surgeries and triage care for wounds. He still works for the G.I.C to pay off the education debt, but he is nearing the end of the payoff window, meaning he now needs to reclaim even more cybernetics even faster in order to pay off his debts in time or else the Cutter finds himself being cut himself. He constantly has to fight the balance of the corporate required sadism and the human urge to help those around him.

[Yuria]

Freja

^{ｆｒｅｊａ ｌｕｎｄｓｔｒｏｍ}

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╕ Name:

╖Freya Lundström

╕ Age:

╖ 20

╕ Gender:

╖ Female

╕ Nationality:

╖ Swedish

╕ Occupation:

╖ Shop assistant at Bobby's Wares. Freelance security saboteur. Freja holds extensive knowledge of common security systems in both physical and digital formats, and as such is frequently hired to open the gates of dubious operations. Her clientele remain strictly anonymous by her own choice - she perhaps does not wish to know what their goals are. To maintain her place amongst the common folk, she works six days a week at a small general store in the Lower District. Freja's most common contracts include:

→ Security Shut-offs
→ Datamining
→ Hard Resetting
→ Doxxing
→ System Overloading

╕ Place of Residence:

╖ Apartment 12b, The Complex. The second floor apartment is far from safe and leaves little to brag about, but the haystack location proved it to be ideal in Freja's eyes.

╕ Cybernetics:

╖ Retina Shields. Being born with albinism, Freja received a pair of experimental eye implants for free at the age of sixteen. These implants are tiny and do absolutely nothing besides shield her exposed retinas from sore lighting.

╕ Bio:

╖ Freja has never been known to speak about her upbringing. Databahn records state that she was born on December 21 in the Diamond Children's Hospital, and that her mother's name was Alma Karlsson. She claims to know nothing of her mother, and simply recalls her father as being "a bad man" when questioned about him. The Diamond School register lists no trusted guardian above her name, and states that she dropped out of education at the age of fourteen.

This was not entirely true however, as she had in fact by choice descended from on-high to merge with the common populace. Her father - out of obligation - provided her with cheap housing amongst The Complex, relieving himself of the nuisance child. She finished school amongst the children of the Lower District, who often subjected her to torment due to the oddity of her complexion. Extreme social bounds caused the girl to retreat away from cliques, and she has grown to be a dry, bitter individual.

During education, her choice of study resided within information technology. Her first tampering with a security BIOS occurred at the age of fifteen, wherein she activated the cloakroom sprinklers out of pure spite towards her classmates.

Rumours of her childlike revenge flew quickly, and following the passing of a few months she was approached by a stranger claiming to be from The Underpass. They asked her whether her tinkering was mere luck, or if she might be able to repeat what she did; this time on a camera system in an underground parking lot. Her trial ended in success, and Freja has since catered for countless clients, each from a different organisation within the city. She has never once asked for reasoning, though she often fears the reactions of gangs should they feel double-crossed.

Having stemmed from her dubious doings, Freja displays blatant distrust and dry indifference to those around her. She is known to be avoiding and reclusive, and has cheap hatred towards people looking over her shoulder. Her detection of sarcasm is dull, and her sense of humour leaves a few things to be desired.

unfinished character 1 of 2

[skidcrow]

can everyone stop stealing my cs aesthetic ideas before i post my cs pls and thank u

[Briza]

Subscribed.

[Mr Rage]

OOoh, second character idea. Feel free to tell me no, @Yuria.


In short, somebody gave an android free will...

[vietmyke]

@Yuria for your review.

Also for @Odin to look at if this fits with the Kang Shal

Baek

Yi Baek-Hyeon

Name:

Yi Baek-Hyeon

Age:

26

Gender:

Male

Nationality:

Korean

Occupation

Bartender at Echoes. As a dayjob, Baek-Hyeon works as a bartender at a nightclub called Echoes. Found in the Lower District, Echoes is a seedy bar and a regular watering hole and hangout for the Kang Shal. Baek usually works the slower dayshift a few days a week, freeing most of his nights for other activities. The bartending job pays decently for the hours he works, but is ultimately a cover for his primary activities.

Within the Kang Shal, Baek-Hyeon acts primarily as an Enforcer and personal bodyguard to Min-Soo and his older brother, keeping other members in line and doing the bidding of his bosses. Good with a gun, his fists, or a cattle prod, Baek's experience and skillset tends to keep him on the 'violent crime' side of the gang's business, whether it be on the street with the rest of the boys, or in a dark poorly lit room with a trough of water and some poor sod tied up in a chair.

Place of Residence:

Apartment 24E 'The Traphouse', The Complex. Baek-Hyeon and about half a dozen other members of the Kang Shal live in a small 2 bedroom-2 bathroom apartment in the Complex. Collectively known by the group as either the TrapHouse, or the Frathouse, it serves as little more than a sleeping space for its half dozen occupants. As a member of rank, Baek and one other high ranking member of the gang share one of the bedrooms, while the other 5 take up the other bedroom and the couch and floor. Its a small, messy place, and drug use is fairly commonplace.

Cybernetics

Cyberarm: Baek's left arm is a cyberarm, replaced by a streetdoc shortly after joining the Kang Shal. From a distance, the limb looks like a normal human arm, though upon closer inspection the seams between skin-toned plating can be made out. The resulting limb is stronger and faster than the average human arm. Baek has taken the time to decal the plates of his cyberarm in a manner similar to a sleeve tattoo.

Neon Kang Shal Logo: A secondary implant on Baek's left cyberarm shoulder takes the shape of the Kang Shal twin-knives logo. It looks similar to a tattoo, but is slightly raised above the skin plates, and glows a neon blue when triggered.

Bio

A rich kid that fell in with the wrong crowd. At least, relatively speaking. He was the youngest child of a moderately successful family. Always a bit of a troublemaker, Baek regularly got into trouble as a kid for getting into fights and bullying. Despite this, or perhaps due to this, he got along well with some high school members of the local Water Street gang, and slowly began to fall in with them. As a kid, he'd run errands and do lookout work for the crew, and would bully and recruit other kids from the local school districts. As a child Baek was relaxed and lazy, but feisty and confrontational, and the Water Street gang encouraged his behavior. The gang gave him a taste of parties, and the fun, daring side of life.

As high school came around, Baek fully fell in with the 'wrong crowd' and began partaking in drugs and gang related activities. The Water Street gang took him in as a full fledged member and put him to work as a foot soldier in their little operation. Extortion, selling drugs, beating people and finding new recruits, Baek learned fast from the School of Hard Knocks, courtesy of the hood and the streets around them. Good with his fists and a decent shot with a gun, what surprised the Water Street gang the most was Baek's sadistic streak, he thoroughly enjoyed teasing and terrorizing his victims, asserting his position over them whenever he was able, "Playing with his food", as others call it.

The Water Street Gang were one of the first gangs to be incorporated into the Kang Shal's ranks. When the Kang Shal came onto Water Street Gang territory, Baek and the others put up a fight, but despite their best efforts were beaten down and subjugated, Baek receiving a broken arm for his troubles. The Water Street Gang was incorporated into the Kang Shal and its members reintegrated, while dissenting or those refusing to join killed and tossed aside. Over the next several years, Baek would prove to be a loyal and dependable member of the Kang Shal, and would eventually rise through the ranks to become a successful enforcer, earning a shiny new cyberarm as a reward.

Baek-Hyeon lacks any real drive in life, seeking out only a life of excitement and luxury. As far as he sees it, the Kang Shal is the most suitable given his skillset, and most entertaining method of reaching those goals.

[Dion]

@vietmyke should warn you that the color you chose is barely readable on my end against the dark background (black works better somehow, IDEK how). Overall it fits the kang shal, though. I like the inclusion of a communal appartment which is how the real Korean mafia also operates.

[Briza]

► ► Gustava Jenice

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^{ᴛ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴇ ᴍ ᴀ ʜ ᴏ ᴏ ᴋ ᴀ ʜ - s ᴍ ᴏ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴄ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴘ ɪ ʟ ʟ ᴀ ʀ ʜ ᴀ s ɢ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴄ ᴀ ʟ ʟ}
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N a m e :

Gustava "Gus" Jenice

A g e :

20

G e n d e r :

Female

N a t i o n a l i t y :

Romanian + Russian

O c c u p a t i o n :

Phytotherapist at The Atrium, a botanical store front for herbal remedies. It's a rare trade in the heart of such an industrial era, but this family owned business has maintained its gypsy style practice for a decent amount of time. The Atrium is known for its lit-beaded decorations, sitar ambiance, and misty incense. Some people shop at The Atrium for more health-related benefits; some people shop for recreational purposes; and some people shop with both in mind. Whatever the ailment, The Atrium probably has some holistic remedy to brew its customers. Small shelves are set aside by the front counter that sell things like: floras; reading cards; smokes; techie gizmos. An area is set off by hanging cloths in the store for acupuncture service, as well.

The Atrium is generally a mellow place, albeit run with some urgent efficiency and strictness. Who could blame the people who ran the joint? It's a business that could easily get cuffed. Although, it is gently rumored that after getting to know the shopkeeper or her daughter a bit better, the employee-only blackzone backroom. have evidently been shown to offer a slightly different and shadier practices. But, let's not let the gangs know. It's not that serious.

P l a c e o f R e s i d e n c e :

A small living place is conjoined to the The Atrium. It is a simple space with one large room that fits a small, open kitchen and a place for two or three people to sleep comfortably on the straw main flooring. Throw rugs and beanbags have adore the small space for a comfortable and welcoming feel. A Japanese-style table is set in the middle; and a loaded hookah stand is not too far away. There’s a small bathroom unit with not much more of anything than standing room. Both the living area and the bathroom have herbal life manifesting eagerly, all for some differing purposes.

Also connected to The Atrium is a small, electrified greenhouse. It’s an accidentally well-hidden space, as it’s quaint exterior proves to be just another gray rubbish built for no entry. However, inside the greenhouse, there are neon led lights and glow-in-the dark plants. There are other interesting finds in the greenhouse, but listing them all would involve not being lazy. For the curious, though, mist is one of them.

C y b e r n e t i c s :

None yet. She can't afford that shit.

B i o :

One score ago, Doctor Alexei Guskov scored one night with Daniela Jenice, some skanky gypsy with nothing better to do than make Persian rug angels with men who thought she was pretty. She had other things to do, like run a medicinal herbal storefront, but she was never very good at controlling herself when a cute customer came her way, especially one like Alexei. He had just the right amount of madness in him; and for the most part, he's left her baby girl Gustava alone.

In the end, though, Daniela taught Gustava ("Gus") the practice of phytomedicine. It was a pretty indoctrinated style of mothering, but she needed the extra hands and throwing her own kin onto the street seemed almost as crazy as her father. If the crows didn't pick her to pieces, first, the wolves would have devoured her. Besides, The Atrium was a thriving business-front and made a great face for her illicit dealings. There was no sense in gypping Gus the luxury of the trade.

The life wasn't half-bad. It was probably considered good considering the scenery. Sure, The Atrium has always had odd-ball employees come-and-go as time passed. Yes, some of the character were more unusual than the others, but all of them had their own unique touch that Daniela had no qualms about portraying proudly in the shop, even after they had left. Gus even picked up some interesting tips from the people who came and went; not all of the tips have been extremely interesting or exciting. Although, Gus could easily attest to having a higher sense of curiosity and a stomach (from her father) to go with it.

The current odd-ball employee at The Atrium is Lian Lan. She's upped the security units around The Atrium, to say the least, which has evidently lead to a little more backroom activities that the GM has yet to disqualify from the game-play. Basically, business is booming.

[Yuria]

Alexei

^{ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ɢᴜsᴋᴏᴠ}

Алты́нного во́ра ве́шают, а полти́нного че́ствуют.

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╕ Name:

╖Alexei Guskov

╕ Age:

╖ 51

╕ Gender:

╖ Male

╕ Nationality:

╖ Russian

╕ Occupation:

╖ Geiger Corp. Senior Surgeon, Cybernetics Specialist. Alexei holds a PhD in medicine and neurology and is a fully qualified and highly experienced surgeon. Since his incorporation in Geiger's field at the age of twenty, he has developed extensive knowledge on all modern cybernetics.

╕ Place of Residence:

╖ Grove Apartment, Fifth Tower. Fifth Tower is one of the middle-grounds between The Complex and Diamond Heights, and serves as home to those who have the currency to spare on luxuries.

╕ Cybernetics:

╖ None. For a man obsessed with cybernetic experimentation, he has never once considered having them applied to himself. Perhaps he is overly conscious of his own doings.

╕ Bio:

╖ Alexei Guskov, thrice married, thrice divorced. Alexei's love only extends as far as his scalpel, and even his commitment to his only daughter Gustava is only that of obligation. His fascination with perfection has haunted him since a young age, and his experimental desires were made true by his outstanding academics and knowledge of numbers. He holds great and true respect for his father, who preceded him as an orthopaedic surgeon.

Doctor Guskov was inserted into the Giger Institute of Cybernetics following his graduation in medicine, and he pursued his degree in neurology alongside his work as a surgical assistant. It was around this time that his regard for human life began to dry, and his desire for uniform perfection became increasingly toxic. Fascinated by his work, the head board within the G.I.C did little to hold off Alexei's experiments, seeing no harm in the use of cadavers and volunteers. His promotions ultimately led to him taking charge of cybernetic surgeries, meaning that he is responsible for installing and tweaking a large number of implants and augments.

A conversation with Alexei reveals much about the man's mind, in that his perfectionist mind might always judge that which lies before his eyes. He resents Americans, and seems think bitterly towards women. When asked about his affiliations with the G.I.C, he often states that his grandfathers would turn in their graves, should they see him working for the Germans.

Alexei has a dog named Yuli.

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[Parvo]

Francisco Gaff

Name: Francisco Gaff

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Nationality
Mexican

Occupation:
Officially Francisco has no job and no home. He’s a vagrant that roams the streets, surviving off of a meager pension from the police force that is typically spent on GB the moment he receives it every month. In another life he was a detective. He held the power of other’s lives in his hands. It was his judgement that decided the fates of many criminals of Paradiso. Unlike some enforcers he didn’t pass judgement uniformly. His punishments often fit the crime in his eyes, thieves would end up missing a limb, rapists were neutered, and murderers stopped breathing. He wasn’t above the law and was known to be the type of enforcer who could be bought and bribed if the price was right and as long as the crime wasn’t too heinous for him to look away on a personal level.

In order to facilitate his addiction between monthly checks he begs, scavenges, and steals. He roams Paradiso looking for anything he can squeeze into his next hit. He spends most of his time at the Sky Bar begging for whatever scraps he can. This also provides the best opportunities to gently lift valuables from those he is begging to. His history in the force gives him an edge as he knows typical patrol routes and times. His knowledge of protocol aids him in avoiding the enforcers that would normally cart him off or just outright kill him. He ventures to the Geiger institute where he can sometimes get lucky and find valuable scraps of machinery or electronics that fell through the cracks and ended up in the garbage. When he makes his way to the Foundry he is able to prey on the working class. Here he begs, a futile effort, merely for the appearance. Most steer clear of him but anyone not paying attention or simply naive ends up missing anything not attached .

He eventually makes his way to the monorail where he can typically make a few bucks from travelers who are just too focused on other vagabonds.

Occasionally a former CI or coworker will approach him for odd jobs, but you can never trust a junky with anything of real importance so these are few and far between.


Place of Residence
While the streets have become his home he still owns a small flat in the complex. The flat is among one of the lower floors and has fallen into disrepair in his absence. He sometimes returns when he desperately needs a shower or if the streets get too cold. The interior is barren. The walls are bare and the air itself is dusty. The only furniture is a small stained mattress in a corner of the largest bedroom. By it, a small picture frame covered by a haze of dust. Every other item that resided in this place is gone and forgotten.

Cybernetics (?): Several injuries while on the job lead to a cybernetic liver, left kidney, Left eye, right hand, all Geiger upgrades. The liver and Kidney will function better than any human organ for at least twice the average human life expectancy. The eye and hand have tactical upgrades because at the time they were considered practical. The eye ‘s standard mode is equivalent to 20/10 vision in normal light and is 20/20 in darkness. He once had a HUD wireless attachment that enabled him to activate other modes of sight but this attachment hasn’t been in his possession for quite some time. The hand has advanced levels of strength and dexterity when properly maintained but at it’s current condition and without the necessary cleanings that should have followed his years on the force, it operates much like a normal human hand.

Bio
Francisco was born in Paradiso, not in a hospital but in the Complex. His father was a mid level criminal with no real claims to fame while his mother stayed at home with Fran’s seven other siblings. The flat they called home is the same one that he still owns to this day. Except for his older sister, Maria, all of his siblings have passed away, some taken by violence and some through sickness like the bio-plague.

It was spite that inspired him to become a patrolman as his relationship with his father was turbulent to say the lease. His hatred for his father motivated him to do his best throughout the academy. He used stories of his father and growing up with a criminal to give himself the appearance of a very law abiding man. After completion, his connections to the criminal underworld along with his outside the box approach lead him to get promoted relatively fast.

He found a woman and fell in love much like most adults. They conceived a child early on but he never hesitated. To him Elise was his soul mate. They married shortly after his son Mateo was born. A couple years later a girl, Sofia, joined the family. Life wasn’t grand by any means but they were happy.

Injuries happened as they normally do to patrolmen. Stabbed here, shot there, and broken bones in between. The force paid for all his medical bills of course but he didn’t sustain the worst of it until the very end. He was getting close to shutting down one of the major drug kingpins and greatest rival of the Kang Shal when his home was invaded by Russians. They entered and immediately shot Francisco in the gut, hitting his liver. They carried Elise into the other room with the children and as Francisco plead with them not to hurt his family 3 gunshots echoed through The Complex. He went numb. In that moment he died. He couldn’t feel them as they mutilated the fingers of his right hand. Frustrated at his lack of cooperation one of the Russians spoke to him in Russian. He didn’t speak the language but the words would have been a blur anyway. Another gunshot forced Fran to curl over, the bleeding from his midsection had doubled. He lifted his head toward the intruders and the sound of a final BANG turned his world to blackness.

Fran awoke eight weeks later in the hospital and was never the same after that. The final bullet had gone through his eye and out the back of his head. Doctors called it a miracle that it didnt strike anything vital. But what they considered fortune, Fran considered cruelty. His headaches would become something that even the best painkillers could barely manage. Friends from the force tried to get him back on his feet but he just let his life slip away.

[skidcrow]

seong-ho.

_{𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.}

‶비겁함이 너를 내세로 인도하지 않는다.″
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ＮＡＭＥ：

❃ gangjeon seong-ho.

ＡＧＥ：

❃ twenty-seven.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ：

❃ male.

ＮＡＴＩＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ：

❃ south korean.

ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ：

❃ doctor alexei guskov's intern. while seong-ho spent the past few years as a pharmaceutical assistant, so as to better acquire the ingredients required for drug-making, he has recently taken up a job with doctor guskov at the geiger institute. this job serves as an outlet; it allows him to get hands on with the doctor's variety of cybernetics, as well as learn how to somewhat effectively apply them.

however, when he's not interning with a mad russian surgeon, seong-ho's main focus is on the kang shal. he acts as the smarter half of the leadership, playing a large role in formulating plans and discussing large changes for the gang, though his intellect often goes out the window when in the heat of the moment. originally, he spent most of his time managing and generally helping out with drug production, but due to the shift in focus towards violent crimes, he's found himself more involved with kidnapping and overseeing extortion. rest assured, if seong-ho is directly involved with an operation, blood will be shed.

ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＲＥＳＩＤＥＮＣＥ：

❃ the complex. seong-ho lives at the back of the humming robot, the pharmacy he used to work at. while being slightly more spacious than most ground-level apartments, the space is barely filled up by his minimal furniture and lack of decorating skills. the walls are a bland light grey, with a few cracks here and there and some posters set up on the walls. in the left corner of the room, positioned adjacent to the door, is his old, rusty bed. the frame is rickety and close to falling apart, and the springs are easily felt within the mattress, but so little of his life is spent on it that he doesn't care. as for any other form of furniture, all he has is a wardrobe with a missing door, and a table and chair where he can sit and somewhat relax.

the kitchen is located in a sunken off section of the main room, large enough to be considered it's own separate room, but with no separating walls or even a foot to support that. in seong-ho's kitchen are only thever bare essentials - a cooker, a counter that has two barely functioning cupboards above it, and a refrigeration unit with built-in freezer option. much like the main room, the kitchen is in somewhat of an okay condition. seong-ho is very resourceful with what little he has, dragging his chair over to the counter to eat and buying food if and when he needs it. unfortunately, due to his lack of a kitchen sink, the few plates, cutlery and single cup that he has are washed in the bathroom.

said bathroom is in a significantly worse state than the apartment's other two rooms. while not at the point where leaks would be a serious concern, the general look and wear for tear makes it unappealing. against the back wall is a small bathtub, speckled with red stain and a few ceramic cracks. at the bottom of this bathtub is the bathroom sink, which faces the door and is where seong-ho's washing up takes place. situated above this is a broken mirror, one that has had many a smashed mirror come before it, to the point where seong-ho doesn't bother replacing them anymore. tucked away in the corner of the room is the toilet, which, despite being the highest quality thing in the room, is missing a toilet seat and a part of the lid.

even though seong-ho doesn't exactly live in luxury, he prefers it to living out on the streets. so little of his time is spent in his apartment, therefore he has no care for artifical plants or pretty wallpaper. so long as there's a roof over his head and he can reliably provide himself with food and water, then he has more important matters to deal with.

ＣＹＢＥＲＮＥＴＩＣＳ：

❃ no. he can't afford that shit.

ＢＩＯ：

❃ seong-ho gangjeon was born in the complex, much to the surprise of his parents, who were struggling enough without another mouth to feed. fast-forward 2 years later, and yet another mouth to feed as born, in the form of his brother min-soo. most of his childhood memories are that of him and his brother, growing up together in the harsh world the gods had deemed them to live in. it wasn't one of those sibling relationships where seong-ho protected his younger brother from bullies in the schoolyard, god knows they had to look out for themselves, but they never reached a point where they hated each other's guts like most young siblings would. of course, while (unbeknownst to him) his brother was doing drug-running for people more than twice his age, seong-ho took it upon himself to try and pay attention more in school. unfortunately, it wasn't necessarily easy - there was a lot of stress boiling up at home due to his father's inability to pull his own weight, wanting his wife and sons to pamper him instead. this helped the young boy form his views about the world, gaining a distaste for those who did nothing but expected everything in return.

eventually, seong-ho took his bad situation and made something out of it. he started off doing minor things, like stealing foodstuffs from the local vendor and selling them off to other kids in the complex. soon enough it slowly wound him up in a 'gang', comprised of a couple guys around double his age. they noticed his sleight of hand and tasked him with more dangerous jobs, like stealing drugs from other 'gangs' in the area so they could pawn them off or even sometimes use them. while it took a few years longer for seong-ho to get involved in the same illegal activities his younger brother did, he became hooked, wanting more and more from this new dangerous life. as he grew older, of course, people grew more suspicious of him, due to him lacking the childlike innocence he once had. however, it proved to be a minor problem, as he could move on to bigger things - forming his own gang with min-soo.

the two brothers both knew that their desire for more out of life, to chase the dream, was the perfect driving force for them. they wanted money, drugs, fame, a real title to hold. and so the kang shal was founded on gratuitous violence, drug running, and chasing the goal that almost every young delinquent in the complex wanted.

[spencerishere]

Uhh all i gotta say is amazing thought and detail??? And aesthetic you gotta appreciate the aesthetic. If you're still up for more people I'll start on a cs

[Yuria]

@spencerishere thank thank, go forth and join my child