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NPCS & Notable Characters

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[Briza]

»𝙰 𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 . . .

Penny

_{[ "𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Penelope “Penny”

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

26

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Blacklight, Ikon, Now, Exodus, and Zero

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Penny looks like a good, stereotypical, store-bought cookie-cutter shaped Asian woman from JPN-22: pale, short, petite, modest, feminine stature with dark hair and dark eyes. Her eyes are thin; her nose is small; her lips are full; her cheeks are round; and her face is flat. She keeps her hair at a relatively short length, with blunt bangs that cover her forehead and straight eyebrows.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Penny is not exactly passive in personality but rather reserved and stealthy in her demeanor, holding onto stoic Asian features and sealed lips (unless drugs get involved). She has a mind of her own, even if her actions articulate a numb submission to the sensual appetite of Corporate’s Fattest Cats. A girl has got to eat; and those Cool Cats have enough wealth to share in the pockets of those rich pants they wear, especially when she swings and sways her hips the right way.

Her coding is thick, and her mission is to never get hacked. It takes a strong lady to do high-class business with Corporate, after all. Hell, it gets pretty sleazy being a Hata Mari, but Penny wants to be a player in the game, and in order play, she understands, she has to get played every once in a while, too, and secrets slip at the most interesting times, she has found.

CLEVER•PRETTY•UNLOYAL•GREEDY

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

As the child of two devout believers in salvation through Eva, it might or might not be surprising that Junko (Penny) has no real interest in sitting down for very long to indulge in Terravision. Her parents were the type of folk who neglected their children for screen time and wasted all of their money on the next gadget to please Eva. Their conversations revolved around Eva and the many fictional Terravision series that tried to popularize certain thoughts on her.

They had not always been slaves toEva. In fact, they had been decently (if not extremely) profitable citizens of JPN-22. A business venture courted her family to Europa, and in some vain attempt to blend into society, her family became caught in the flashing lights of Terravision and the Electronic Goddess. Junko watched silently as her family quickly skipped to the higher numbered Districts while their time and money became further and further invested in technological salvation. It was a joke and a complete disgrace to Junko. Her family had money, and she was making friends, until Eva happened. Her parents rarely made conversation anymore:

Eva this. Eva that. Eva. Eva. Eva.

At first, Junko was sad about it. However, as such feelings resonated, the girl grew to be jealous and resentful of Eva. Eva got so much attention and did nothing to show for it. In fact, Eva made them impoverished. Junko's early childhood in JPN-22 had been graced with the delicate arts of beautiful technology, art and education (Academic, Ikebana, Chanoyu, and Nitōjutsu). Now, she was nearly penniless with no one to play with her. Except for when the Man Down the Hall of their shoddy apartment started coaxing her with a credit or two to come over and play dress up with him. His living room always smelled like sour, stale smoke, and his friends smelled worse. It was not that much worse than her family's living space, but she was actually noticed here. Plus, he always had something interesting to give her.

He also hung around interesting people, too. They convinced Junko that education was a waste of time, and she believed them. There were better and faster ways to get knowledge and credits (not that they showed much of the latter). All she had to do was act a bit more when she dressed up and learn to make pain feel like pleasure. With the help of some of those Designer Drugs, it seemed like a decent game to play. She even got her own nickname: Penelope (shortened to: Penny). As it turns out, Man Down the Hall was some sort of hacker who bribed the Higher Powers with pretty-girl digitals, and with the likes of Junko, he seemed to have struck some sort of gold mine (at least, for his hole-in-the-wall apartment). She was innocent-looking enough to send into the field, outside the Wire. It was funny how the lines played in Europa, especially with an ethnic and rare China Doll face. She became some sort of Luxury Item. At first, she helped the locals with gaining access to the Big Guys, but when she saw where the power was, she eventually ditched the low lifers and began helping the Big Guys get access to the Other Big Guys.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District-6

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»Revolver - BLCK DIAMOND .22 Swann

Hider

»Katana + Wakizashi - Ninpu and Shojo

Hider

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Sleek, sexy, and stealthy. Penny is not one for protection on the surface level; and a hard shell would not work in her field. She does not plan on getting caught (again, anyways) and is willing to put her neck on the line for something that will make her target relax his defensive muscles. Her transparent coat, T-jockat is made of fiber and rubber and designed aesthetically by NOW and Ikon. It is vinyl and far more bullet proof than the jackets modeled on the runway by those modded tall girls. The armor also gives a nice little perspective to whatever her outfit is for the Show and Tell. Amongst other small tidbits of the jacket's capabilities is it's ability to camouflage.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

Being hacked was not in the game plan, but what happens when a Corporate Spy gets caught? They either get tortured or butchered or murdered. Penny was lucky and only lost a total of Two Forearms. She probably lost them at a slower rate than one - two. But, that is Penny’s story to tell. Needless to say, she has some new doll parts that have kept her in the game, and she cannot really complain about their abilities.

» AUGMENTED FOREARMS

Penny probably would not have any cybernetics if it were not for the mishap. She's not a fan of Technology and Eva. In fact, she has a fantastic ideal of how a conversation between Jakab and her might go. However, life is never perfect, despite humanity's vain attempts to congregate into something outstandingly so. Her augmentations look almost identical to that of human flesh. Anything less than realistic would have killed her pride.

For such reasons, these Cybernetics are ultra-lite with digital upgrades and life-like skin that cuts like silk when wounded. The touch is soothing and smooth, but underneath the synthetic fibers is a digital weave of multiple purposes that runs through her fingers for data grabbing and recording. Her wiring has compatible capabilities to link her system to most wires, allowing her to hijack and track bundles of codes and signals and data from her targets. Under her left wrist is a small Diamond NV Chip in her wrist (courtesy from one of Exodus's Board of Directors). Her Fingers serve as different computer peripheral connectors, able to rewrite or steal various digital information and lock it into her chip. A small translucent screen can project through the skin of her upper wrist and act as a Digital Hologram with communication and navigation capabilities. Her information can be viewed through this screen.

For Encryption Purposes, her Fingertips are only legible enough to make it through the smoke and mirrors of everyday naturalism, which gives a softer touch for clientele. Unfortunately, do to the delicacy of her cybernetics, Penny has to keep these Private Parts extra safe.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

-

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» TATTOOS

There are simplistic inks on her wrists that cover some stylistic designing of her augmentations' ports. It looks something like a few dark stars and an opening swirl for a minimalist galactic style of show.

» DRUGS

The technology that truly keeps Penny sane and in the game. She can't live with them; and she can't live without them. She prefers the designer kind that only the high-class whores can afford. She has style and refuses to stoop to anything scummier, at least, so far.

[SmileyJaws]

»Bookmarked.

[Genni]

^{[ "𝘠'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰-𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘱 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘸𝘪𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘤? 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨." ]}

"Susie Nim"

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Susan Doe "Susie" Nim

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Currently Freelance, seeking employment
(ties to Blacklight, but not something she's aware of)

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Average height, average build, average everything. Susie goes to great trouble to make sure she stays that way. If it weren't for her recognisable red hair and green eyes you'd never be able to spot her in a crowd. Just the way she likes it.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Having raised herself on the streets, Susie has a hardworn charm and singleminded devotion to those she considers her friends. She also has little patience for those who stand in her way, although she's more likely to try and find ways to circumvent them rather than cause a scene which may attract the 'wrong sort' of attention her way.

Creative • Impatient • Loyal • Guarded

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

During her early life Susie lived in a middle income district. The daughter of war veterans who'd found comfortable employment with Blacklight she enjoyed a comfortable life where fun and games were always an arm's reach away. However in 2182 her life was shattered when her parents were killed during the night. Following the training her father had given her 9-year-old Susie ran for the streets, hiding herself off the grid and breaking all lines of communication with her former life.

For the first year she struggled to survive, but soon found that a favour here and an act of kindness there were the best ways to secure loyal and trustworthy friends. Drifting into low level crime, teenaged Susie acquired hacking cybernetics from street level associates of some powerful corporations and began running small jobs for the various gangs, never staying with any one long enough to draw the ire of any other.

Slowly building up a name for herself as someone who could be entrusted to get things done Susie began taking on more dangerous jobs, only to run afoul of corporate security. Caught in an ambush during a data hack heist Susie found herself in the middle of a gunfight she was sorely ill-equipped for. Using her street smarts and athletic skill managed to evade capture, but not without losing an eye in the process.

Having learnt her lesson, Susie made use of her criminal contacts to get herself some weapons for self defence, as well as the basic training required in using and maintaining her new firearms. Her contacts also put her in contact with a trusted cyberneticist to repair the damage she'd taken and Susie soon found herself with a high-grade prosthetic eye to replace the one she'd lost.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

Susie tends not to stay in one place too long, preferring to remain mobile to avoid any unwanted attention.

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Modified "Rot-Gut" AMSA-95s internally suppressed ballistic pistol - more for show than actual use. Fitted with under barrel UV torch for low light environments.

"Rot-Gut" AMSA-95s

» Twin "Pocket Pounder" collapsible SMGs - for when things go wrong and Susie has no other option than to spray, and pray to Eva.

"Pocket Pounders"

» Retractable Stilletto blade - for those close, intimate moments.

"Old Reliable"

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»Treated and lined leather clothing - resistent to most ballistic and energy weapons, but not meant for prolonged engagements; Nondescript with no distinguishing designs or motifs, perfect for blending into crowds.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

'Necessary' upgrades for street level datajackers

» Datajack (Black market knock-off of a EuroHack™)

Capable of wirelessly hacking any publically available device along with a wire feed designed to facilitate easy access to most other data systems, including bypass of basic level 'troublesome' security measures. Suitable for hacking electronic locks of most civilian doors, accessing personal computers and interfacing with ATMs. Located in left hand along with dermal visual display on the lower left arm.

Datajack

» Shock Glove

Subdermal powercell and dispersal wiring in her left palm allows Susie to give an incapacitating burst of energy to close targets. Strong enough to discourage most low level thugs and street vermin. While the powercell only stores enough energy for a single burst it can be automatically trickle fed charged by natural kinetic motion over a couple of hours or force charged by electromagnetic induction through contact with a viable power source.
As the Shock Glove works through metal plates embedded in her fingertips Susie has no fingerprints on her left hand.

» I-Eye (Cybernetic prosthesis)

Susie's right eye has been replaced by a high-grade synthetic replacement, following the events of her early career. This allows for limited low-light visability and identification of electromagnetic conduits through most civilian building materials.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Susie's contacts usually work on barter rather than cash, and she has had little interest in letting people be able to track her through a bank account.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» "Sue Doe Nim" is most certainly not the name Susie was born with, but it is the one she's been living under for long enough that everyone knows her by it now and she claims to not even remember what she used to be known as.

» While technically a cyborg under the strict definition of the term due to her arm implants and replacement eye, the minimal nature of these 'upgrades' mean that Susie still considers herself fully human as no part of her mind or nervous system have been tampered with, other than to incorporate the additional hardware.

» Most of Susie's best jobs come through a contact she only knows as 'Calypso', who uses a secured online messaging service to communicate with the datajacker, along with digital dead drops for Susie to deliver goods she's been tasked with collecting.
In truth, 'Calypso' is actua-

» The Future was Now, but Now is now the present. Now it's the Future again. Unless it isn't, which would be bad for everyone. Well, almost everyone. The Ethereals probably wouldn't care.

» Susie is a devout believer in Eva and a significant proportion of her income ends up going into the system in the hope Eva is listening to her faithful follower's pleas. She carries a datatab on a chain around her neck supposedly designed to be able to access Eva through any compatible dataport. Whether it works or not has yet to be determined, but Susie fully believes that it does. ⠠⠑⠧⠁ ⠠⠇⠊⠧⠑⠎

» Even though Susie lives on the streets, squatting in whatever unoccupied structure she can find until someone makes it safer to move along, somehow in times of extreme need or distress useful items seem to fall into her lap, for instance her high-grade cybernetic eye being delivered to the back alley surgeon mere hours before Susie arrived seeking just that thing. Although this has happened enough times to draw Susie's attention, it isn't something she's come to rely on, or bothered to investigate too closely for fear of scaring off her guardian angel.

[GreenGrenade]

^{[ “You’re under arrest.” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

27

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

The Europa Policing Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Coburn has the sort of average good looks that don’t afford him much attention. Brown hair, brown eyes, and short stubble, adorning a face that doesn’t have anything particularly remarkable about it besides a slightly crooked nose, a permanent mark from when his parents’ repair store was robbed by human purist. Standing at 6 feet, he’s relatively fit, his muscles well-formed but ill-defined, covered by a layer of fat that indicates an irregular exercise pattern. A tattoo of a spider runs from his right shoulder down the length of his bicep, typically covered by his coat and so abiding by the EPA’s dress code.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

A usually quiet man, Coburn tends to sit back and let his surroundings do the talking; observant by nature, he takes every opportunity to analyse in his silence, a habit he picked up during the many boring days and nights spent observing the patrons of his parents’ store. His worldview is one that many would consider naïve – while he’s not necessarily optimistic, he believes in justice and the inherent goodness of people – that, if presented with a problem, they’d at least endeavour to do the right thing. He’ll speak openly of and defend his beliefs when he feels it’s necessary, remaining purposefully ignorant of the reality of agendas and self-preservation – and that stubbornness carries over into everything else. He’ll work on a case until it’s done, even when told to drop it. No hunch goes unfollowed. This will occasionally see him clashing with his superiors, as disobeying orders and sticking strongly to his beliefs tend not to mesh well with the bureaucracy of police work.

ANALYTICAL • NAIVE • OUTSPOKEN • STUBBORN

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Augustus Heraclitus Coburn grew up hearing much of his family’s once great wealth. His name, Dad would tell him, was his only link to it, the one thing that he had left of the Coburn family’s prestige. Mum, on the other hand, would tell him that she was just a big fan of Ancient Greco-Roman history, and that his dad liked to hold onto a past better left in the mid-twenty first century – the days when great-great-grandad Tyrell Warren owned a multi-million pound cybernetics corporation whose greatest achievement was the big Bionic Materials Scandal of ’74, after which any wealth the Warren/Coburn clan held went by the way of bankruptcy. She’d explain that Dad felt bitter about being made to live in Europa’s DST-12-EAST when luxury had been within his family’s grasp just a few generations ago; running a cybernetics repair store was practically slave labour compared to running what could have been one of Terra’s leading corporations by now. And while Augustus wanted to relate to his father by mirroring his frustration, as kids do, he couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed working in the store, learning the ins and outs of different augmentations, and the colourful personalities that made up the district were an interesting (if dangerous) bunch. His childhood was a good one, made better not because his parents shielded him from hardship, but because it was always there, just another part of his life that he accepted and learned to live with.

His parents both passed away early into his adult years, his mother from heart failure, his father from… grief. Seeking purpose, Coburn drifted from job to job, never really finding anything that stuck. It was then that he found a “home” in a small apartment at the same district he grew up in, sharing rent with another drifter named Django Ellis. Eventually the drifting stopped, and Coburn found work with the Europa Policing Authority. Finding his calling, he worked hard to get to where he is, making detective after years of diligent labour on the beat. Partnered with Vincent DeSilvio, he’s been on the job for just over seven months now.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

DST-12-EAST

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» Riot baton with a switchable electrified setting for dealing with heavily augmented persons, standard issue

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» EPA issue bulletproof vest: a thin vest that at first seems too thin to actually stop anything. The vest is made of self-hardening carbon nanotubes that tighten upon high impact. Light and more reliable than old issue kevlar vests, there have been complaints on how uncomfortable the vest gets when it "hardens". The vest also does little to protect against slashes; only hardening to direct stabs: another complaint about the vest.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

While Coburn spent much of his time around augments as he grew up, he was never one to think about getting any. The cybernetics he does have were installed in order to make his job easier, and are all approved under the EPA’s by-laws.

» EUROHACK™

A hacking augment, approved by EPA by-laws and developed by its eponymous megacorporation. Embedded onto Coburn’s left forearm, it can establish a connection with almost any piece of computerised tech, containing a series of programs and executables that streamline the hacking process significantly, while also retaining the option of manual coding. Obtainable only through the EPA and the EDF, the EuroHack™ automatically sends out requests for and receives warrants upon its use – a formality more than anything. EuroCorp’s word is law.

» DETECTIVISION™

The aptly named DetectiVision™, developed and manufactured by EuroCorp, is an evidence detecting system contained in a chip embedded at the base of Coburn’s neck. It tracks, points out and files away evidence into Coburn’s personal database via video, still images and audio, and manifests itself through an optical display projected over his retinas. It can also pick up on body language, helping inform Coburn whether someone’s lying, and is connected to the EPA’s EuroNet database, able to display information such as arrest records and send out an APB on the fly. It’s controlled via a small detachable wristpad.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to pay for two apartments' worth of rent and to buy every cold, black drop of Django's deadbeat soul.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Coburn has a roommate, Django Ellis. Loud, vulgar and very poor, he came to live with Coburn years ago, and is the closest thing he has to a friend.

» Thanks to the time he spent working with his parents at their store, Coburn came to know the many models, types and brands of cybernetics intimately, able to recognise many at a glance.

» The future is now.

[Mag Lev]

^{[ "”Are you a gambling man? Yes? Good, we’re gonna play Russian Roulette. And you go first." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Jack ‘Spades’ Werhner

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

32

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

SinDicate

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Spades isn’t exactly your average person, though that is quite obvious from the augs which riddle his entire left side. But beyond that, he is rather tall and bulky, standing at 6’4 and weighing close to 245lbs of pure muscle. His hair is kept short in a military-esque buzzcut and he prefers to keep any facial hair as a simple goatee, no mustache. Tattoos cover his body, though ending at where his augs are, and tend to depict a deck of cards.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Spades isn’t exactly what one would call a gentleman, then again some people just wouldn’t even call him a man anymore, though that hardly bothers him. His job is violence and he is damn good at, especially enjoys it too which just makes that another plus. It is rare to find Spades having an actual conversation with someone that isn’t focused on how good their sidearm is, how many kills they have, or what their latest job was like. Though, really, it is rare to see him actually talk to someone unless he is fuck all hammered and seemingly oblivious to social cues.

However, social cues don’t really matter when it comes to doing a job and it definitely doesn’t matter when a EPA comes around while you’re breaking down a door. As much as Spades loves money, he also loves to not be in jail and to not be dead. Possibly one of the reasons why he is less than willing to accept an offer to be bought out of a job, though the other reason might be his debt to the people that saved his life with the augs he was given. After all, debts gotta be paid whether you are dead or in prison, though it’d be pretty hard to collect if he was dead.

Loyal • Irritable • Empathetic • Reserved

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Accessing Database:
Locating Data File: Wehrner, Jack
Status: Deceased

Jack Wehrner was born to a middle class family and was well taken care of, especially due to his Father’s position as a member of CorpSec, an occupation Jack would later take himself. His live in Europa was rather simple, he attended school and did as he was told, he played with the other children. However, at age 5 his Father died in the second war between EuroCorp and Korporat, an event which soon caused much turmoil in his life. After the death of his Father, Jack’s Mother took to heavily drinking and abusing drugs. She sought work in unsavory parts of town and they had to abandon their apartment for a shitty slum apartment so that they could afford rent. Though, this did not mean Jack was any better off for it.

Soon after taking up residence in the slums, Jack was forced to work for pennies with his Mother at the back-alley restaurant. His education was abruptly put on halt, only attending schooling a few hours every night and even though only receiving basic education. There were many times with the young Jack and his Mother were faced with either losing their home or starving, neither options being ones either wanted to take. However, as Jack grew older, he soon found himself facing a plethora of jobs available to him.

Over the course of his teen years, Jack worked odd jobs and helped him Mother out as much as he could, though he secretly kept his mind focused on his one and only goal. Jack wanted to be a member of CorpSec, even if it was EuroCorp’s fault that his Father died. Upon turning 18, Jack entered training to become CorpSec. He went through training not too different from that of military or a cop, though less focused on the legality of what to do with their detainees. Upon turning 19, Jack was welcomed into CorpSec as a recruit.

Jack’s service was uneventful. Jack service ended abruptly due to a gas leak related explosion which resulted in his death.

Encrypted Data Detected, Decrypt?:
Decrypted:

Jack Wehrner was severely injured during combat with data jackers in one of the labs. A makeshift grenade had been thrown at him, likely with the intent to kill, however his training had allowed him to dodge away from the majority of the explosion. However, the shrapnel from the explosion shredded the left of his body and he was forced into a medically induced coma until his CorpSec Captain could make a decision.
Wehrner was subsequently discharged and left in the hospital, his wounds healed however extremely crippled and requiring life support due to damage to his lungs, heart, stomach, and other vital organs. He is to be pronounced as dead and his Mother, widow of Gerald Wehrner, is to be paid for her loss.

End Doc

Accessing Criminal Files
Subject: Spades
Affiliation:SinDicate

In the March of 2993 an individual was noted appearing in areas of District 14 where heavy gang violence was noticed, though he showed no signs of involvement in the violence at the time. It is assumed that this was the first appearance of the subject of this document, Spades, and the beginning of his involvement with the gang known as SinDicate. Spades soon resurfaced after EPA officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] responded to a call of intense gunfire on the fringes of District 14, upon arriving they found the criminal fleeing the scene with a two others.

Civilians in the area recounted how Spades and four others had approached a small gang, local to District 14, and demanded that they join SinDicate or die. The gang supposedly laughed it off calling Spades a ‘Tinman hunk of junk who’ll be better as scrap than a dog for SinDicate’. Spades repeated himself to which the leader of the rival gang responded by attempting to stab him. The events which happened afterwards were what the officers arrived to, the entire other rival gang brutally murdered and only one member of SinDicate killed.

Little was heard of Spades until he surfaced once again during the riots of ‘94, though seemingly done so under his own reason as he was not accompanied by any members of SinDicate. It is believed that he was suspect to the injuries of several officers due to molotovs and a stabbing, though none could clearly identify him for these crimes. He once again appear towards the end of ‘94, this time in an EPA raid on a club suspected of harboring illegal augs. Upon entering the building, they were met with resistance beyond what had been suspected. After almost half an hour of fighting, EPA officers were able to take hold of the club, though with minor losses and being unable to capture any living members of SinDicate.

A mole inside SinDicate soon surfaced with information about Spades, information which proved valuable to the EPA officers tasked with keeping track and attempting to arrest him. Spades had, in fact, appeared in SinDicate in late 2992, though very crippled from an incident. At the turn of 2993, he was seen walking through SinDicate’s territory with augs where his crippled limbs were, seemingly provided to him by the ever gracious leader of SinDicate, Jun Right. Word spread that Spades was to work for SinDicate, to pay off his debt for the augs, and act as a mercenary for them.

However the mole soon disappeared, likely brutally tortured and murdered by SinDicate, not long after he met with the EPA officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Afterwards, Spades activity seems to drop immensely, rarely being spotted in the streets and little being heard about his actions for SinDicate. It isn’t until late 2995 that he resurfaces on a camera feed of a corporate lab, though accompanied by three others. It is believed that his involvement in the datajack of [REDACTED] information was simply as muscle in case a serious fight broke out, though they only met resistance at the end of their jack due to the late response of the security systems.

Throughout the rest of ‘95 and into parts of ‘96, Spades was involved in a string of break ins to steal from several shipping depots and clinics. It is likely that the information gathered from [REDACTED] was used to track down several sources of augs and ingredients for designer drugs for SinDicate’s use. It is believed that his performance in his missions gained him the position he currently holds among his employers as an ‘Enforcer’. The information from Civilians in the area of SinDicate’s operations proved invaluable in keeping track of Spades movements, though not in his capture as many gave conflicting accounts of how activity. On top of this came the knowledge that he often traveled through the sewers so as to avoid public view and prevent tracking.

Information on Spades has been of little use in his capture, often times only being encountered by EPA officers during datajacks and thefts and always with several others. Plans are in the making to raid [REDACTED] location in an attempt to arrest him, though it is yet determined when such action will be taken. Hesitate is marked due to the strength of SinDicate and Spades worth to his employers.
Arrest Priority: High
Danger: High

Feed Interrupted

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 13

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»Modified SMG with Silencer

»Blackmarket Assault Rifle with Red Dot Scope

»Blackmarket Steel alloy combat knife

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»

Armor

Spade’s armor is a steel alloy based suit, one which mostly covers his vitals, with an interface that allows him access to various styles of camo for city environments. It is believed to have been stolen from an EPA compound and was taken off the blackmarket by Spade’s bosses, though the reality of it is probably a lot more simple. Despite its composition, its light weight and mobility focused design makes it less resistant to sustained combat, only really acting so as to stop full penetration of bullets and only able to take light rounds.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

Much of Spade’s body was left shredded and near useless due to shrapnel from an explosion. As such, he was fortunate enough to be given a deal to get augs and work off the cost of their implementation.

» Cybernetic Heart and Lung

Due to the shrapnel, Spade’s left lung was left completely useless and his heart with shrapnel stuck into a portion. His new heart and lung function much the same as the original organs. The most major difference is that he has a much greater stamina and tires less often than usual.

» Left Arm and Leg

Perhaps the most needed of his augmentations was the one to his arm and leg, both of which had been left near useless due to burn damage and shrapnel tearing up tendons and muscles. Spade’s left arm and leg are both high quality augs made from a steel base polymer, though maintaining a light design, and improve his lifting capacity and stability by quite a bit. Shock absorbers installed into his left arm allow him to fire more accurately and his left leg allows him to run for longer. Though, their quality is also the main reason he is so heavily in debt to his saviours.

» Audio Feed Left Eye

A heavily unneeded augmentation but one which was put in for… security purposes. His left eye is exactly like his other eye but can be switched on so as to record everything Spades sees, the purpose of which is to make sure he completes his jobs exactly as detailed and doesn’t keep things hidden from his bosses. Once his mission is over, they may access the datastore implanted next to it and upload it for review. Only a few people have access to the activation code for it and, as such, Spades cannot turn it off himself. It is, however, turned off whenever he is not out on a work.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Spades only really has a few hundred credits to his name, mostly due to the debt which he has been paying off to his saviours. Almost 80% of his pay goes directly to his boss.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠

[DeadDrop]

:o

[RyuShura]

JNIY - 0498//Data Entry

^{[ "It does not need to be complicated, our lives. Sometimes the simple things are enough…" ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

JNIY - 0498// ‘Tink’ Tinkerbelle

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

12 Years Old

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female Frame, but the gender is customizable. Commonly refers to itself as “This One”, though is known to respond to both gender pronouns.

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Free Agent

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Beauty is to those who bestow their own right. Those with a right in the first place. Tinkerbelle’s core design was to be a ‘perfect partner’, an effigy for ones who had their own twisted definition of the words. Her previous owners took great care to customize her to their… likings. As such, many of her components are more for fashion and personal appeal than raw practicality, such as the realistic skin synthetic mesh, human hair extensions, and fully customizable shell. Painstakingly, the model was crafted and outfitted until she resembled an idealized form. More human, or maybe less machine, whichever it was.

Because of her unsightly past, “Tink” displays herself in a dignified, elaborate array of cloth and stitchwork. In a simple sense, she embodies the look of an polite ‘porcelain doll’.

Often found wandering the streets alone, pale, frail, and demure, it is clear that the doll was meant to not be any mirror of reality. Rather an exaggeration. Perhaps grotesquely so. One might be awed at the ‘love’ and ‘care’ poured into her relatively stunning features. A very warped sense of the two words, she would attest. And they would mistake the softness in expression of her indigo eyes to be one of innocence and purity. Rather than fearful reservation. On these encounters, unknowing to the staring eyes, her bright gaze is welcoming, and her meek gestures and conduct almost hypnotic. And this is no guise. If such an admirer makes themselves known, with open arms she greets all strangers. Her greatest skill and pride is the ability to ease the hearts of others. This is the only thing about her original skill-set, that Tinkerbelle does not hold in contempt. But to those who wish to take advantage of this lone doll on these false pretenses of weakness and vulnerability, would find a nasty surprise. While hauntingly human-like, underneath the skin is a frame of strong alloys and metal. Built to be heavily resistant to great abuse and stress, she can easily turn this against less-than-prepared attackers. Her vocal tone betrays her new, stronger nature, tuned too softly to question or make demand. Any attacker would be warned kindly first. And only once. No longer was she a poor, obedient little doll, ever-submissive to the whims of others.

Unfortunate as it is, she does not have it within herself to hate. Only pity, for those who seek to comfort themselves in such a desperate way. Some might say loneliness is a terrible disease that even this interconnected world has yet to cure. And perhaps, so long as we bear 'humanity', it will never.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

”You and I… little friend, often people think we are lost and unwanted. I am always confused by this. To me, it is odd to judge others for simply living the way they want to. Life would be easier if they stopped complicating things. Don’t you think?” - spoken to Damper, a 3-legged stray Burmese Cat.

If any word describes her, it is that she is 'welcoming'. Perhaps it is ingrained into her very core programming as a 'servant', but she is accommodating and rarely complains no matter the apparent hardships. She adores helping others, with no return at all. Friendliness exudes her every gesture and word, hoping to uplift those who are willing to call her companionship. Such is a proper lady, in her own eyes. If anything can quell the bubbling foulness that gathered up in the dark divides within society, she believes it is only by counteraction through kindness and understanding. In accordance to this belief, she will absolutely avoid using violence unless it is vital, and even then, purely in self defense.

Precise//Hospitable • Indecisive//Afraid • Friendly//Accommodating • Whimsical//Listless

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

There was little those with money could do. It is a cruel fact in this world. This precious resource could bend the indomitable law, inspire even the most loyal to turn against their brothers, and even be used to create a world separate from reality. An actual utopia, some would say. JNIY - 0498 was part of an attempt to attain such a solace for these few. These crime lords, though alone were meager and weak, insignificant to the beasts that surrounded them in this wild, metal jungle, together, they found success in their combined strength derived from hunger and desperation. Their concentrated cruelty paved forth an empire ran through the underground thicker than the shadows themselves. And when they weren’t busy running the streets and cutting deals, often times quite literally, they would retreat to a place where they felt safe. Where they can burn away their stress. Though there were many luxuries in this den of opulence, from countless servants who could perform any whim, to grand theatres and personal shows, JNIY - 0498 was their favorite toy to play with. And she belonged to all of them, an interchangeable ‘doll’ between the vicious and twisted lords. They grew to love and trust her so, that they even used her as a secret method to store important information. A failsafe, as it were.

And for a long time, she remained in this trove of luxury. Locked away and knowing nothing else.

But much like a jungle full of beasts, the leaders are removed frequently and violently. By those more hungry and cunning. Only the most vicious will be able to retain their status as 'king' for long. Like an engorged snake who swallowed its own tail, these Lords amassed power to no end nor limit. Quickly, like a disease, jealousy and hatred spread amongst those they laid upon with their great form. In secrecy, the smaller circles would plot the tyrant's downfall. On one bleak night, during an important deal between the lords and Eurocorp, the beloved golden palace was placed under siege. Their usurpers knew they were weaker, and sought in desperation to carve the heart out the great serpent-lords before they would be swallowed whole. However, their attack was not as true as they imagined. Though the attackers managed to destroy much of the priceless utopia, they did not know the greatest secret of the palace. And in the fire and blood, a certain doll was able to wander away. Barely clinging to life. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove the little doll, or her own repulsion of the countless dead bodies.

But she knew she must leave. There was more to life than what they showed her, than the emptiness of the vast, golden hallways. Though the outside world was harsh and difficult, she found ways to survive. Perhaps her past kindness has finally shed return? Following the strays of the gutters, she hid with the wary animals for weeks until the searches went sparse. She was deemed dead now. And that was for the best. The doll had a new life ahead of her now, one where she was free to choose and want. She embraced this freedom.

Traversing the sprawling metropolis soon became her specialty, and that turned into making deliveries for people. She came to know many faces and began to afford to craft a new identity. One she made all herself.

“Tinkerbelle” she would be known, a fanciful name she found very pleasing.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

Original District 4. Currently wanders throughout the districts with no real home.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

Being somewhat of a reverse android, with flesh components added to her metal frame, most of her body is composed of the typical fine machinery found in high-end models that is durable to most forms of kinetic damage and stress. Though damaged during her departure from her ‘masters’, with limited funds and help from a few kind souls, she was able to attain a new power regulator that saved her life. Along with a few more tweaks and upgrades, the doll soon became quite effective at evading combat and threats all together to enact her courier duties.

» - Shoddy Multipurpose Power Regulator -

As stated before, the clunky machine neck brace is made from sparse resources, namely junk scrap, and functions as one might expect. With a clever suggestion from an acquaintance, however, the unassuming piece of technology acts as a disguise for a few additional key features. Namely ,the ‘transmission cancelling’, that allows her to create a potent personal-level dead-zone for frequencies and wavelengths, allowing for ‘off-grid’ travel, and the high-speed data extraction unit. With these tools, she is able to sneak around high density scanning fields and rapidly steal/deliver vast amounts of information.

» - Data-Lock Processor-

In line with her original purpose, she was upgraded with a powerful encrypted storage that can only be accessed directly. And even then, the data inside is hopelessly flushed and jumbled unless given access by Tink herself. This unit is also built into her very processing A.I. mainframe, and is heavily protected by a layer of dampening metal, eliminating electromagnetic currents and other dangerous magnetic attacks commonly effective against androids. With all these safety measures, it essentially makes any remote hacking attempts to be futile and her destruction causing any important data to be destroyed as well. Still, to this day, the secret information of the underground Lords is locked deep inside her mind. Who will stir this lost-heart of the great beast?

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to feed the strays.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» ”The Future is now. How does that sound to you, Damper? This one is liking that quote more and more, every day.”

“Mew.”

[DruSM157]

Vincent DeSilvio

^{[ “Jesus fuckin' Christ. What'd they do to her?” ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Vincent Anthony DeSilvio

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

29

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Europa Police Authority

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Vincent is a wisp of a man. Tall, thin, gaunt and ghost-like. His Italian ancestry is muddied by his pale features; and what was once a handsome young man has been changed by long hours, too many cigarettes and not enough coffee. His chin is permanently stained with stubble, and his outfits are always tinging on the side of unkemptness. He is highly unfashionable, and his work desk shows that organization is never his strong suit. He has a crescent moon scar under his left eye, but beyond that, he has no exceptional markings to distinguish him.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Vince doesn't like to talk. He's the man who sits in the back of the room writing down his notes, letting his partner take point on many of the cases they do. Vince is the kind of guy who sits and studies all the small pieces of a crime scene, connecting them to a bigger picture. His weakness is just that he can't talk to save his damn life. He's almost robotic in tone, and for a while, many people believed he was some sort of defective android. But no, he's just another fucked up bag of flesh trying to eke an existence in this awful, cruel world. He has very few friends in the department. He doesn't go in for gifts, he doesn't go out to bars after hours with other EPA grunts, and he rarely talks about himself. This has soured most of the department's views on him; something that Vince has no problem with.
The one place where Vince is truly himself is at home with his girlfriend, Audra. Ironically (or maybe just fittingly) she is an android. Something that his family would not be too happy about. This isn’t to say that Vincent is a cold and heartless individual. Vincent has a righteous streak that colors his beliefs, which is probably why he works for the EPA. He’s cynical about the world and understands he’s a cog in an uncaring machine, but he still cares about the human lives that are being ground by these cogs.

INTROSPECTIVE • CYNICAL • RIGHTEOUS • CLOSED-OFF

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Vincent was born the youngest of 7 siblings in one of the poorest districts in Europa. He worked odd jobs helping his family along during his life, and his household was extremely anti-aug and anti-android. Fiercely religious and fearful of the transhumanist movement, he was raised in an extremely prejudiced environment. His oldest brother George was killed in action with the EDF. His middle sister Fiora still lives in his home district, taking care of their mother. He sends 10% of his paycheck to them. When he joined the EPA, his mother pined over the thought that her poor innocent child would be chopped to pieces and turned into some sort of cyborg lawman. It's due to that family upbringing that Vince has avoided any augmentations where possible. Not being outwardly prejudiced against augs, but inwardly, he made few real connections during his academy and beat days. The fact that his partner has minor augmentations is a point of contention for him, but nothing that would keep him from doing his job. In fact, his own beliefs are constantly challenged at home.
Two years ago, Vince met a young woman named Audra at a night club. They hit it off, and after some time moved in together. The problem is that Audra is an android. Something that Vince keeps under wraps and hidden from his family, out of fear that the shock of her son getting his cazzo sucked by a robot would flat out kill her.
He joined the EPA Academy when he was 19, and has been working for the Authority now for 10 years. He made detective at 26, and for the past 3 years, was partnered with Donlan Caul, a much older detective who for better or worse, showed Vincent the ropes of good police work in a dark and corrupt city. 8 months ago Donlan retired, and Vincent was assigned a new partner: this time a newbie named Augustus Coburn. Vincent took his new partner without much fanfare, and he has been cold and awkward with the other man since.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 15

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» EPA Standard issue EPA handgun

» Standard issue EPA Taser; tends to short-circuit most cybernetics

» Electro-Stun Baton

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»EPA Issue Bullet Proof Vest; A thin vest that at first seems too thin to actually stop anything. The vest is made of self-hardening carbon nanotubes that tighten upon high impact. Light and more reliable than old issue kevlar vests, there have been complaints on how uncomfortable the vest gets when it "hardens". The vest also does little to protect against slashes; only hardening to direct stabs: another complaint about the vest.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

N/A

» FIRST AUGMENTATION TYPE

» SECOND AUGMENTATION TYPE

» THIRD AUGMENTATION TYPE

DESCRIPTION THREE

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Enough to pay for his apartment, not enough to live in luxury.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Vince has a girlfriend who lives with him, an android named Audra. Quiet, beautiful and petite, she is the one person that understands Vince, and the only person he is truly comfortable around.

Oh yeah; the future is now.

[GreenGoat]

Thrud

^{[ "Give me the right price, chummer, and I'll do anything." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Thrud

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

20

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Freelance Solo/Mercenary

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

A relatively short girl at about 167cm high, weighting in at a whopping 120kg+ due to all her cybers. Her hair can differ in color from day to day considering how easy it was to mod her hair to be able to change color at will, but usually she will default to white or silver. Due to the ballistic plastic plates she attached to her torso, she gains a smooth curved look like a barbie doll made out of segmented flesh colored fibreglass, and will often opt to wear anything that is convenient or forgo clothing entirely, considering she's covered almost all the time by the ballistic plastic plates.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Most that knows her would say she has a devil may cry attitude, a 'jump first, shoot everyone, think never' mentality and being one of the greediest sonovubitch they ever knew. And they'd be right. She has no care in the world, living as hard and fast as she could. The world was crap but why bother crying about it? Better to live it up and enjoy what you can rather than live in peace and misery. Not that she'd ruin herself by using those addictive stuff like drugs, or even those Better Than Life chips. She wanted to live to the fullest not ruin herself by becoming addicted to those booster gang type drek. This also meant she has as much respect for the human life as one would a bug. But then again, in this age, most everyone was. They either were, or they got fragged and die. Survival of the fittest, that's what she believed in.

Brave • Reckless • Resourceful • Stubborn

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

She grew up in the dumps, found by an old man who might as well be trash, and raised in the shadows. Seeing as the old man wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he simply named her Thrud. It was from him that she learned how cruel the world was for people like them, hunger, cold and dirt being the norm. Considering how the insane old man that raised her used her regularly, it wasn't long before she boosted a cheap pistol and murdered him, starting her on a long long line of killing for her own interest.

Thrud started first as a doorstopper, guarding the doors of nondescript places, before she started getting more and more skilled, getting into more and more contracts before she finally had her first taste of being on the receiving end of an autoturret. That was when she got her first 'true' cyberware. She had experience before with implanting simple watches onto her skin, modding her hair to be able to change colors whenever she wants, but this was the first full limb replacement she ever had. It was like her limb, but better, faster, stronger and even more durable. It was no surprise that she fell in love with cyberwares ever since.

Contract after contract, and after every three or so, she would buy another piece of cyberware. Soon, Thrud had a local rep for being a reliable Solo, and had cybered up herself so much, only her head and torso remaining of her original body. Due to her hardware, she had learned enough to be a competent net runner, just for the purpose of being able to improve upon her hardware more. By now she had enough to buy a small vehicle for herself, a hardy box truck that became her home and transportation.

As for the future, that can sort itself out. All Thrud was interested in was having fun and enjoying herself fully in the moment.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 15

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»20mm Semi-Auto Rifle w/ 5+1 bullet capacity

»Ares Aerolight SMG

»Large Balistic Shield, enough to tower over her.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Ballistic plastic plates mounted on her body directly, and standard military surplus light armor, lightweight, and loosely fitting to fit all her cyberware. Made out of woven ballistic synthetics, They look more like jumpsuits than anything else.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

The first one was to replace a missing arm, the rest was simply because she wanted them

» Limb replacements

Rough, simple, and no frills metal frame cyberware with metallic panel coverings. Tough and durable because of its simplicity.

» Muscle and Bone Lacing.

Simple nanomachines lace her bones and muscles with synthethic materials to make them stronger and tougher.

» Metal Frame

Its simply metal frames embedded on her body to strengthen and support her body so it doesn't crumple if she tried to lift more weight than her still flesh and bone body parts can withstand.

» Left Palm intergrated Datajack

A jack in one of her palms to allow her to access the net, link with her vehicle and anything else that accepts a datajack.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

$500 only

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Enjoys watching cheesy movies on her truck. The future is now.

[13org]

Anya Belyakova

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Anya Belyakova

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

21

Gender:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Previously working for Korporat18, member of a squadron that was 'completely' wiped out in a mission. Now she is a freelancer. Assassinations, infiltration, espionage... She takes almost any job. Although she doesn't like admitting it, she's been taking a good number of jobs from Blacklight.

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

With a delicate face and a silver platinum hair, Anya is already quite easy to find in a crowd. Her piercings and the tattoo covering her cheek and part of her face makes it even harder to forget her face. With roughly 1,56m, she is rather short for a Russian, hence her name 'Anya'. Her surname, Belyakova, is derived from the word belyak, which means 'white rabbit' was given to her due to her diminutive size, delicate features and almost white hair.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Back when she used to work to Korporate18, Anya could be described by one word: efficient. Being trained since she was a child to be a soldier, Anya was taught to be cold and emotionless, doing everything she needs to do in order to complete her mission. After what happened to her squad and Anya 'disappeared', running away from Korporate18, she turned into almost another person. Due to the shock, mental exhaustion and stress, the previously cold, efficient and emotionless Anya developed an entirely different personality. To protect herself, her mind blocked amlost everything about her old life other than her training, creating an entirely new persona. Not without a few side effects, of course...

Anya acts just like a teenager. To any other person, it would definitely strange. But Anya's delicate looks and small stature often make others mistake her age. She can be quite whimsical and moody sometimes, making it rather hard to deal with her. While sometimes a bit quiet and enjoying being alone, she can be surprisingly affectionate and talkative to those she knows, even messing with them. Her acid humor and sarcastic tones can be a bit irritating sometimes.

To almost everyone that looks at her, Anya is nothing more than a teenager, but those who know her a bit better know that it's not always like that...

She has almost zero regard for lives of those she doesn't know, being completely indifferent with their safety. Being very cunning, coupled with her whimsical personality, moodiness, vengefulness and complete inability to show empathy towards those whom she doesnt consider as a friend, she can do anything in order to attain what she wants or to punish those that did her something that she didn't like. With all those traits and personality disorders, she can be described as a 'loose cannon'.

In the other hand, parts of the old Anya are still there... While not emotionless as she was before, she is still as cold as she was in a mission.

Affectionate • Cunning • Vengeful • Extremely loyal to her friends

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

The world spins around money. That is how things are and always will be. The strong possess money and power, while the weak are only things to be used and then discarded. Even though they try to tell otherwise, don't let their sweet lies convince you. Ethics and morals often don't apply to those who have power...

Anya is an orphan. She was sold by her family to Korporat18. Raised since she was young on a training facility, she didn't have time to have emotions. After all, if she wasn't good enough, she would be discarded, just like the others who couldn't take the facility's strict training. They weren't even considered as living beings. They were only tools, to be used until they break, and then discarded.

With 8 years, Anya was deemed 'good enough', and a worthy individual to be augmented. Her feelings or opinions about that didn't matter. She never had a choice. After a exhaustive and extensive surgery, her body was completely different that it was. After that, her training got even worse. She was expected nothing other than excellence. As she grew older, surgeries became common to her, as her body and skills grew, new augmentations were installed.

Years passed, and Anya was selected together with a small number of other soldiers coming from the same training facility to be infiltrators. Every single one of them knew what that meant. Even though only the best could be infiltrators, it was basically a death sentence. They were the ones to go beneath enemy lines in order to obtain information. If that wasn't dangerous enough, they knew too much to be captured by Korporat18's enemies or to stay alive after they are deemed 'inefficient'. Implanted with a small explosive chip on their brains, the second they were captured they would be dead. They all knew that, but did they care? No. Why would they? That was everything they had. They knew their places, they were tools.

As the tension between EuroCorp and Korporat18 grew, Anya's job only got more dangerous. Peace agreements meant nothing to them. Under the apparent peace, under that peace agreement, both parties were still in war.

Knowledge, sometimes can be even deadlier than the most destructive weapons. And that was something that both EuroCorp and Korporat18 knew very well. By depriving their enemies from information, they would gain an edge. As such, there was an unending effort by both parties to send spies to the other and to find and kill the enemy spies.

In one mission, Anya was in EuroCorp territory, following orders to infiltrate a base and hack their main computer. It shouldn't be that much of a problem, since it was a small base. But they never expected that they would be ambushed...

The second they got inside the base, they were greeted with heavy gunfire. It was heavily guarded, and they knew that they were there. It was a massacre. Nothing could be done. Anya watched, hopeless, as her squad was wiped, in a bloody massacre. Their bodies pierced by bullets and energy projectiles, as their bodies fell on the ground, lifeless.

Even those who tried to fight back, getting behind cover couldn't save themselves, as they fell on the ground, blood getting out from their ears, eyes, mouths and noses as the explosive chip destroyed their brains. Fortunately, or unfortunately, an energy projectiles, deflected by a metal wall, hit Anya on her neck, sending an almost lethal wave of energy through her brain and body, destroying the chip before it could kill her.

Deemed dead by both Korporat18 and EuroCorp, she was thrown on a common trench together with her old squad in the border of Russia and Europe, she awoke amidst the dead, cold and rotting corpses of the closest thing she had to friends. Terrified, wounded and in shock, Anya crawled out of the mountain of corpses, there was only one thing on Anya's shattered mind: survive.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 12

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» EMXRAD Anti-material rifle

EMXRAD Anti-Material System

» Silenced SMG.

[+]

» "Third Eye"

Made specifically to be used with the Neuro-sensorial Augmentation - Perception augmentation, when activated by pulling the small pin on top of it, this small device starts to spin, emitting a very low frequency hum (only audible by those using an advanced hearing augmentation). In a 15m radius around the device, it creates the same 'perception field' that the augmented user has. Inside this zone, the user has the same type of 'augmented perception' that it would have if it was there right now. The Third Eye is also equipped with a small thermal charge, to destroy the device if anything goes wrong, or when the user completes its mission. It can be used either in the morning device or in a 'bullet type', to be fired by her rifle. The drawbacks of the bullet type is that it has only a limited range and it last for about 20 minutes before it runs out of battery and the thermal charge goes off.

While using a the Third Eye, the user can switch its 'focus' between the augment and the Third Eyes currently deployed. While focusing on the Third Eyes, the perception range on the user's augment is lowered due to the amount of processing power needed to maintain a large amount of Third Eyes running at the same time and filter all the data received. The augment's passive perception field range scales down according to how many Third Eyes are currently deployed. While a small amount (one to four) lowers the user's augment range to 25m, a medium amount (four to eight) reduces it even further, to 15m. When more than eight Third eyes are deployed at the same time, the user's passive perception range is lowered to only 7m. While under these specific circumstances, any Third Eye within a 35m area suffers severe interference from Anya's augment, rendering them useless.

• If an experienced hacker gets his hands on it while active, it can be used to pinpoint the user's location, and to disable the Third Eyes currently deployed temporarily. It would take around 5-8 minutes to the user to reestablish the connection with all the Third Eyes currently deployed.
• The device type needs to be manually activated and placed.
• Unlike the augment, it is vulnerable to active jamming devices, EMPs (EMPs grenades would disable the device for about 10 to 15 minutes, and continuous EMP devices would function similarly as an active jammer) and cloaking devices, allowing those cloaked by the jammer device to be basically 'invisible' while inside the Third Eye's effective radius.

Normal Type

Bullet Type

» Regular combat knife.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Military-grade scout overcoat - Made of a variety of materials, including carbon nanotubes, this Overcoat is one of the best choices in lightweight, low profile protection. It offers a decent protection against blades, energy weapons and ballistic weapons.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

Necessary augmentations for her to fulfill her role of infiltrator and sniper.

» Neuro-sensorial Augmentation - Perception

A very delicate and expensive surgery, it gives the user enhanced spatial perception, eyesight and the ability to process and calculate information faster, greatly improving its reaction time and making it way easier to calculate information such as distance, to make the perfect shot. Other than its offensive use, this augmentation also gives the user basically 360° perception, creating a 'perception field' in a small area (30m) around the user where it's aware of any human, AI or android inside this area and aware of its movements. Due to numerous reasons, mainly due to it's high cost, extremely invasive surgery, users of this particular augmentation are rather rare.

» Subdermal electromagnetic pads

Incredibly powerful, subdermal energy pads on the user's hands and feet. It allows the user to climb any surface thanks to its high powered electro-magnetic pulses.

» Infiltrator class full body modification

Full body modification. The infiltrator class modification replace the user's bones with lightweight, synthetic ones and replaces its muscles with stronger, artificial ones, in order to maximize their effectiveness. While the weight reduction can prove to be a big disadvantage in CQC, it is invaluable for scouts and snipers, which need utmost silence and agility in order to infiltrate dangerous areas. One side effect of the bone replacement is that the user's movements become much smoother and completely silent as the carbon alloy reduces friction on the joints. Due to this side effect, the user needs to basically relearn how to walk and move its limbs again, requiring a full rehabilitation after the soldier is successfully modified.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Since Anya is considered dead, she can't have an account. Her contractors pay her by giving her temporary accounts with the specified value on it.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Anya doesn't remember anything about her life when she used to work to Korporat18.

The Future is Now.

[KaiserElectric]

Ophelia Hayes

^{[ "Of course its going to hurt, you twisted your neural points and I have to take them apart with a saw. Now stop crying and roll your sleeve up, it'll be over before you know it." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Ophelia Hayes, aka 'OPHELOS'

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

26 physically, actual age unknown.

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

EuroMed

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Ophelia stands at a confident five foot ten inches, with her lithe form and finely sculpted features hiding surprisingly sturdy musculature underneath. Her bright blue eyes often sparkle and shift in color, betraying the existence of ocular implants, and while her hair color often changes on a whim, she can usually be counted on to let it grow long and tie it in a ponytail knot. Her wardrobe tends to be just as eclectic as her hair color, though she gravitates towards form-fitting and functional designs as well as never going without her white medical jacket on the job. She wears a special glove on her left hand to hide the visible components of her augmentations for the sake of looking professional, and most unusually in this day and age she often wears glasses, though hers are designed to interface wireless with nearby systems and devices, most commonly her medical tech. Her shoulders and back contain faint traces of markings from removed tattoos, with the exception of a long string of binary code wrapping around her right arm near the elbow, and she has a scar on the back of her head covered up by her hair.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

The medical profession is a noble art, one associated with patience, temperance, stoicism, and incredible skill. Ophelia certainly has that last one but the others ran away screaming after spending five minutes with her. Described by her superiors as having "a mind moving so fast that it sometimes outpaces the rest of her", Ophelia is a fast and free spirit, bouncing around and doing things so fast that she sometimes needs to stop to take a break and reorient herself. She's unquestionably skilled as a physician and augment technician however, and her unrelenting barrage of fast paced weird belies a genuine compassion for others, a great lust for life, and a desire to help in any way she can.

BRIGHT • ECCENTRIC • SPRIGHTLY • SPONTANEOUS

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Artificial Intelligence may be afforded rights under the law, but in some circles, they are more guidelines then actual rules. Even in a day and age where it’s common to run fast and loose with the law, the sale of any sort of intelligent machine is a legal landmine for even the biggest companies, and the line between selling a helpful program and enslaving a sentient being in the eyes of many is often quite thin. Of course, an AI partner is still an incredibly useful tool, and if you have a fat checkbook and few scruples you can always find a black market for these sort of things. One such program is OPHELOS, the brainchild of a gifted tech-head known only as ‘Zan’ and one of the most advanced helper AI’s on the market, possessing an impressive intellect as well as a personality matrix that helped with fast decision making and would, if you were found with one, land you in prison before you could say “chattel slavery”. One such model was bought and activated through very private channels by an assassin in need of a more reliable hacking program.

This program’s first real memory was of her owner, a professional mercenary and international assassin by the name of Kali Mendoza, though she suspects that was not her real name. Raised from birth to be a killer, Kali was a professional to the core and had augmented herself to perform at maximum proficiency, even going so far as to replace parts of her brain with artificial parts of questionable legality. Cold, ruthless, and brutally efficient, Kali showed rarely showed any emotion besides contempt and, occasionally, satisfaction when killing or brutalizing AI or androids that dared to think they were anything more than tools. Suffice it to say, OPHELOUS suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of Kali that her programming forced her to reply to with a friendly apology and had little else to look forward to until the day when the assassin would inevitably sacrifice the poor AI to finish a job and buy another one to repeat the cycle.

Kali had enemies, however, and it wasn’t too long before she and OPHELOS were on a job in EuroCorp that went south fast. What should have been an easy hit on an android executive turned into a shootout, and despite some slick moves by Kali and some clever infiltration and hacking by her AI partner, a guard got an extremely lucky shot just as the assassin made her escape. OPHELOS was given one last order to bring her to a local contact with rudimentary surgical skills, and as she made the call, OPHELOS activated some nearby security cameras to get a look at her master’s body, lying limp in a back alley with a bullet planted right between her eyes. Barely alive, Kali was picked up and rushed to the contact's location, who frantically went to work replacing damaged brain tissue with cybernetic attachments despite it being well outside his usual area of expertise. In the desperate whirlwind of action, the feckless surgeon inadvertently connected the interface Kali used to interact with OPHELOS to the neural interface in the assassin’s brain.

OPHELOS felt a pang of fear for the first time right before it all went dark and she woke up in a body. Helped to her feet by the man she saw working on Kali, OPHELOS looked at a nearby mirror and saw Kali looking back. In the frantic operation, the contact had, without realizing it, effectively rendered the assassin brain-dead and overwrote what was left of her mind and personality with OPHELOS’ code, effectively implanting the AI into a human body. The sensation of her new human senses all at once was too much for the AI-turned-human to handle and she collapsed in the contact's dingy operating room.

Wanting nothing to do with the 'assassin's' apparent mental breakdown, the man dumped her behind a slum in District 14, where she was found by a sympathetic local and dropped off at an actual clinic where she could recover mentally and physically from the ordeal. Feigning amnesia and playing dumb when the doctor's complained about not being able to identify her (Mendoza had made sure she would not be easily traceable), OPHELOS walked out into the world feeling truly free for the first time in her short life and spent almost a whole day just walking around and experiencing life unrestrained by command lines and codes before finding herself in a small coffee shop where she could plan.

Enjoying the first coffee she ever had, OPHELOS' thoughts turned to the master whose body she now had and what she would do next. Remembering the abuse she suffered and how cold and heartless Mendoza had been, OPHELOS decided that she wanted to spend this life helping people rather then hurting them like the assassin had, rather spontaneously deciding on something in the medical profession after remembering how nice the staff at the clinic had been. Figuring she would need a new name, she chose to adopt the name that was derived from her old program name; Ophelia.

Having access to Kali Mendoza's accounts and contacts as well as her impressive intellect gifted by her programming, Ophelia went to work burying the assassin. Bank accounts were emptied to ensure officials that an unidentifiable body in police custody was in fact an assassin whose last mission had gone wrong, and weapons caches were dismantled and sold to pay for a string of seemingly unrelated cosmetic surgeries and augmentation tune-ups. Black Hat hackers and infiltrators were freed from their debts to craft a carefully designed backstory of a gifted but eccentric young woman fresh out of a Korporat medical school, along with the ID and credentials to back it up. Thus the internet lit up with the news that an infamous android killer had bit the big one, and EuroMed happily thought of the profit that would come from hiring this talented medical student named Ophelia Hayes onto their staff.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

5

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»Five-Seven MK8, high-quality civilian firearm. Bit odd for a medic to be armed, but it's not uncommon for someone working with cybernetics to come across a humanist fanatic, so she'd rather play it safe.

»While she doesn't carry a knife, if she needs a melee weapon one of the surgical tools in her arm can work in a pinch.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Ophelia doesn't regularly wear armor or anything tougher then a sturdy leather jacket, but she does have built-in dermal armor courtesy of her augmentations. Visually undetectable, the augments harden on physical contact to a consistency not unlike a bulletproof vest, enough to stop a blade or even a bullet if you're particularly lucky.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

Originally intended to turn the user into a more effective killer, the cybernetic enhancements Ophelia possesses came with the body, courtesy of their previous owner the late Kali Mendoza. Having zero interest in becoming a killer herself, Ophelia had the the more outlandish augments re-tuned or removed in the course of her transformation into a new identity.

» Kinetic Weave

A series of carbon nano-tubes, impact shielding, and complex wiring built into her musculoskeletal system. Made to seamlessly link with her other cybernetics, the mesh intelligently reacts to physical stimulus, reinforcing joints and vulnerable areas on impact and providing additional power to muscle movements during periods of high use. In short, the weave enhances her physical abilities and endurance in an unobtrusive way. Ophelia suspects that the weave is an experimental black market design, as she has found next to no information on its origins.

» Datatech-Integrated Arm, Caduceus Model

Replacing her left arm up to the elbow, Ophelia's cybernetic limb is made primarily with a carbon-steel polymer and includes a built-in interface augment to interact with computer systems nearby, accessible via a datapad built into the forearm or a HUD projection by her glasses. The Caduceus Model is a popular variant for those in the medical profession, containing helpful programs as well as collapsible surgical and cybernetic repair tools in the fingertips and integrated gyroscopic sensors embedded in the wrists on both hands to ensure a steady grip. This arm replaced an older model with tools intended for assassins and mercenaries that Ophelia had little use for.

» Neural Core

Effectively a byzantine network of neural implants and augments plugged into her physical brain. While functionally and structurally comparable to an average human brain in physical function, Ophelia has the thought processing of an artificially created intelligence. While the experience and stimulus that comes with being human has slowed this down somewhat, she still has an impressive intellect and can think and react faster then most humans, especially when interacting with computer tech. Ophelia deduced that the bits of the Neural Core that didn't come from OPHELOS were also black market finds for similar reasons to the weave.

» CyberLens, Korporat Model

Ocular implants replacing the lenses in her eye and feeding into her ocular nerves. The implants grant her telescopic and magnified vision for a variety of situations and allow her to see more effectively in low-light conditions.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

While she doesn't have Kali Mendoza's extensive resources anymore, she still makes a tidy sum from her work, enough to be considered middling-to-well off. EuroMed pays well for quality medical professionals, after all.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Ophelia has a pair of sugar gliders as pets, Rosey and Guilder.

» The future is now. The future is my nickname for this big needle here. Now bend over.

[Insatiable]

_{" 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎."}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Vinson Jankowski

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

41

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

EuroCorp

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Many value appearances like they would with refined jewelry, and perhaps even more than their self-consciousness and moral perspectives. Oftentimes it would be played, gambled with the exchange of one's identity for the price of obtaining favourable impressions. It's a common practice and especially from a culture which is richly dominated by indifference. To Vinson, it's merely a game he has to reluctantly put himself into. Dress to impress and make his authority known. In Europa, fear is one of its currencies and there are no better means to impose eminence than to flourish in lavish veneers.

While privileged aristocrats have their own unique standards, Vinson finds it less of a need and more of a blueprint he'd map through -- although his sporadic extravagance makes it rather contradicting. He finds dark-coloured clothing to be the most comfortable. Occasionally there's a hat worn, but it goes when the natural mood of wearing it pushes its way through his thoughts. Of course, there's no philosophical nexus which would showcase a fondness of darkness or any other grim-sounding impishness, but there are times when it inadvertently becomes the case. His tall, 6-foot height is brought by genetics but his lean frame is the product of his tireless endeavours in his days at Unit BLCK. Hazel eyes accentuate a face slightly unaffected by age -- although silver streaks surrounding his light-brown hair provides a rather unfortunate departure from youth. Scars can be found appearing as a thin line on the upper side of his right brow and a discernible cut at the lower side of his left cheek. Beard is kept neat and regularly trimmed which envelopes his defined jawline.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Vinson or Mr. V as what he's commonly known -- which he now prefers to be called as rather than being addressed with his real name, is a former division headman of UNIT BLCK who has since resigned from that position to affiliate with EuroCorp's security and interrogations -- and of course, because of a higher pay grade. A polarized version of his former self and a paragon of what Europa is becoming, Vinson is adherent to social Darwinism, often favouring his ruthless means of obtaining jurisdiction above all else. In spite of such, Vinson thrives in composed contemplation, meager with his satire provocative. He listens to what isn't heard and dissimulates as if he doesn't. He is relatively quiet for the most part, preferring to be in solitude where his mind becomes a more powerful weapon than those he possesses.

Friends are anomalies, but should it consider his colleagues, then there's a network of it. Some know what Vinson has become and what he once was, and it wouldn't sound surprising if they would advise precaution if one were to heed his approach. This isn't always the case however. For the most part, he isn't the stereotypical bad guy, nor he is one. There's still that naive belief of righteousness left in him and despite his attempts of disconnecting himself from it, it never goes away. Guilt runs when his actions fail to justify anything. Not long ago he felt something similar and he wished he never would in the future.

In the outside, Vinson is an enigma. He relishes the many masks he wears because with each of their self-reliance, they are always him. More than anything, he keeps his internal struggles to himself, not risking to be read as a book and be labeled with a misled generalization. He can be anyone and no one at the same time. Towards the society that Europa spawned, he despises people who hope for the impossible; those who would, without forethought, band themselves together for the sake of an uprising against a system crafted by corporatocracy. He hates it and the idea itself. To him, there's never going to be a positive connotation with anarchy being the resolving response.

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 • 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 • 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴 • 𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘚𝘌-𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘋

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

The past has been long forgotten yet would depend only when thoughts of it were to find space in Vinson's head. There's no denial that he's still a father and he won't be able to escape the fact whenever he wanted to. He was given a chance to provide a better life for the only family he had, but his radical view of the world disposed it. Since then, his wife Lydia never saw the same man she fell in-love with. Lest their son would become the same ruthless and unforgiving wreck, Lydia took him away from Vinson's custody after their separation. Vinson didn't blame Lydia nor himself. He just wished he was given time to explain and justify his actions. Furious of the conclusion, it ultimately shifted his moral perspective -- as if it would now be considered as moral. Lydia's fear of what Vinson might become turned out to be the catalyst of his identity.

---

Prior to submitting himself for an elite seat within EuroCorp, Vinson had worked with UNIT BLCK. One sortie he was appointed to became the upbringing of his praised efforts to sustain EuroCorp's ceaseless rule. He and his assigned unit were tasked to capture the scientist, hacktivist and a corporate terrorist Jeddiah Mack. He was known for his revolution-centered mindset and is one of the few voices who represented the oppressed proletariat. As his whereabouts were infiltrated, Mack's submission to authorities was without bloodshed. He had weapons and henchmen. However, they weren't as trained as Vinson and his men. The violent encounter ended up in Mack being gunned down by Vinson himself, but the event was completely covered and concealed by none other than EuroCorp in fear of a tumultuous unrest among the lower class.

The event had Lydia question who Vinson was becoming, noticing how unaffected he was with executing a known figure whom she had positive views towards. Vinson's only reason of doing so was due to his job, supported by his opinion of the man he killed to be someone who has nothing to offer but lies. Eventually, it became the topic which led to their separation. Vinson never understood why, but after he had settled with his personal frustrations, he learned to let it go. His perspective then shifted more into hatred, something which is aimed at those who bore similar ideologies as Jeddiah Mack.

Vinson left Unit BLCK months after he and his wife Lydia separated and with his son Aleksander being in her custody. However, leaving didn't mark the end of his endeavors. Soon after, he became acquainted to a few powerful people from EuroCorp and later found his new place in corporate security and interrogations. While his new calling was entirely different from his previous -- which meant less on physical work and more on intelligence, Vinson still hasn't departed from his old ways of making himself known. In fact, his means of putting people in their place is more remorseless than ever.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 5

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»Tormentor 370 crossbow which is nicknamed as 'The Prisoner' is an ultra compact and modified crossbow which fires piercing, hook-embedded bolts fastened within the flight groove's mechanism. This can be similar to the infamous grappling hook gun in some aspects, but is used to primarily close the gap between the user and the target and immobilize the target as the bolt impales through their skin once hit. Somewhat like a harpoon but is more advanced ... _{because it's the future, duh!}

»Sig Sauer P229 used when a quick death is the only answer to the problem at hand.

»Pantera claw often used to execute targets immobilized by The Prisoner.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»UNIT BLCK's enhanced, high-end Kevlar. Although resigning had limited Vinson's access to their more advanced armour sets, his current one still stands through its excellent durability and secure protection. The vest has an impervious structure built for utmost resistance. It's light and doesn't hinder one's mobility when worn, though there are times when one if its straps crumples the skin. Luckily, it's one of the rare cases due to manufacturing errors.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

N/A

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Undisclosed. Let's say EuroCorp pays him handsomely.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Vinson's humor isn't easily understood.

» The future is now! _{I guess...}

[Scrub Mage]

Takeshi Yoshida

^{[ "I make stuff you smell, and stuff you don't." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Takeshi Yoshida

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

24

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Zero

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Underneath his gear, Takeshi is a short, pallid figure, who clearly doesn't have the funds to support both his hobbies, and his diet. He is not exceptional in any ways. His eyes are brown, and he is shaved completely bald, meeting job requirements. His face is mostly unblemished, not being one to engage in fights. His features are vaguely roman, but much more clearly draw heritage from JPN22. What little facial hair he is capable of growing is routinely shaved, so toxic particles do not have an extra place to cling. He stands at roughly 5'6". He does not get much sleep, as can be discerned from the always-tired expression he wears. It is clear that he does not care much for his own body aside from work requirements. Standing in stark contrast to all of this, he has very deep laugh lines, and it is clear that he smiles frequently.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Takeshi is a storm of a man. He works primarily in a way that suits his eye, throwing whatever plans he had to the wind. This doesn't mean that he's careless, but rather, that he's overly adaptable. He is the working sort, and hates leisure time. When there is cause to celebrate, Takeshi is constantly looking for the next problem to solve. He has little regard for his own state of being, but cares immensely for those close to him. He is irritable, and sometimes a hassle to be around. He is envious of those who are content with life, as he can never find contentment in himself. He must always be better than he is, and this leads to somewhat stunted growth. Aside from this, Takeshi loves the past more than the present, and is uncertain about the future. He collects old things, but is too bashful to admit it.

PERSISTENT • TEMPERAMENTAL • AMBITIOUS • IMPULSIVE

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Born in District 9 of EuroCorp, Takeshi was saved from the worst of the squalor. He understood that there were others who had less than him, and for a time, it pained him. Of course, those were the idle thoughts of a child who hadn’t yet had to struggle with economic structures established long before he was. It was here, in the days of his childhood, that he met his dearest friend: His sister. He was two, in fact, when he met her. He does not remember those days, but he looks back at them fondly. Her name was Chika, and he loved her with all his heart, as a good brother would. He became fascinated with Chemistry as soon as he learned what it was, and he helped to nurture that same interest within her.

However, despite this love for Chemistry, Takeshi joined an engineering trade school, where he became involved with Ventilation Installation. For three years, until he was twenty-one, he brought clean air to the people. It was, in a sense, a way for him to live out his childhood fantasies of helping others in need, but the fact that these people were charged money for this service lurked in the back of his head. He was no hero, and this burdened his thoughts for a time. If only he could topple generations worth of systemic economic oppression.

Of course, such a desire can only be fulfilled through excessive fantasy, and Takeshi was never one for such a thing. Instead, he looked for smaller ways to improve the lives of those around him. This calling found him when he was lucky enough to pass by a food stall sponsored by Zero. The smells were something that brought him joy in the neon lit streets, and he found himself at the food stalls at the end of every working day. He barely had enough money to pay for rent, so he would simply take in the smells before stopping to get a Zero Burger.

Of course, his “smelling spot” went out of business, Takeshi had a bit of a relapse into hopelessness. Instead of giving in, however, he devoted his spiraling energy toward perfecting smells. He started small, purchasing synthesized perfumes, and spritzing it into the heart of some of the ventilation systems he had to work on. It was an innocent attempt at improving lives, and – to a degree – it worked. His familiarity with how the systems worked allowed him to make sure that lovely smells got to where they were most needed.

Zero noticed his talent for smells, offered him a fully-paid education in Odor Engineering, and hired him shortly after he completed the program. Now, he works as one of the few Odor Engineers, and is glad to spread cheer to those who a̕ŕe̴ ͢i̸ń ͞ne̡e̢d̶ ̶o̴f ͞a̧ l͟ov͡ely ́sme͝ll̵.̵ Pa҉rt̡n̛ere̶d̴ w̸ith̷ ͘Z͡er̀o, tḩe͘re͜'̵s̡ ņoth͞i҉n͘g he ca̧n̸'͜t̨ do!̀ ̷H̀e͢ i̶s̴ ͢r̴e͡s̢pon̶s̛i͞ble͞ f͘ǫr t͞h̛͟e ̛̀ļo̶̢v҉e̛͏̀l͠y ҉̵s͡͡ḿ̡é͞l̷͞l̡s̶͘ t͞h͢a̸̢t̨͟͏ ҉a͘d̸̡̕or̢n̢͢ ̛a͟l̷͡l̕̕ ̢͟o̸̶f̡͡ ̶̨Z̷er͜͟͠ơ'͠s͠ ̛͢Eu̢̕͝r͏o͏̧Co̡͢rp ͏͠l͘͢o͠ca҉ti҉̀oń̶ş̀, ̡ą̕l̵͞͝o͘͡͠ń̛g҉śid̷e͏̴͡ ̵o͟t̷̨͢h͞e͞͞ŕ̨͘ ̷̡O҉d҉̕or͞͠ ̡̨҉En̵̛g̸i̸͟n͠e͞e͠r̛͟s̛͘͞.̢ A̸̷͝ļ̶o̧͟͏́n̢̨͢͞g͠͠s̷̨͜͠i҉҉̨́͟d̀e̴̡͘͠ ͠͡҉̕͟h̶̶̛i̡s̛͡͡ ̶͏͢͜͡ś͞͏͜i̸̶͠͡ś̷͜t̷̡҉e̕͡ŗ͘͝ ̶̕͞͠C͏̵̧͢h̸̕i҉k͏̶͘͘͢a̡͟ ͏́̕͘͞(̡ą̛͝͏ ̕͏̀͝҉Ţ̵́͠ą̸͜͡s̸͝t̢̛͠͝e͘͏̡̡̕ ̴̷͜͠E̷͞n̵͜g̵͡i͢͞n̨͢e̸̴̢͢è̕͟ŕ̡ ̢̡͟͡t̶́͢͠h̛̕͏͟á̢t̨̧̢́͟ ̷̴͠͠͝w̸̢̧a̡̡͟s͘͏ ҉̶̨͘͟a̸̡̕͞l̕͢͏̢s̸̵͢ó҉̀ ̨̢p̴̢̀͢i͏̛͠ć̵̸̕͜k̸͠e͜͜͠d̸͘͏̸́ ̵́ú̸͟͡͏p͏̨̀͠ ͘͟͢͞f̴o̵̡ŕ̛͟ ̷͞͡h̀͘e̷̕r̷̢ ̵̢̀͘t́̀͟a̡͟l̶͘͝ę́ņ̶̶̛t̴̛̕͜ ҉̴b҉̵͢͢҉y̶ ́͟͝Z̵̕͟e͏̷͘͞r҉́o͞͝͝͝)̵̡̛̀͢,̷̨̛͡͠ ̡҉Z̴̡͢͢҉e̢̛͜͢͝r̶̕ò̴̧̀'̨͝͡҉s͘͞ ̵̨̧̧a͢҉̀p̷̢͘͞p̀́r̶̷͘̕͜ǫ̴̀͜͝v̨͘͠a̶͜͟͝l͟͠ ̢҉͏r̡͢a̧̨̡̛t̨į̛̀͠ń̸̡͟g̴̡̀͢͠s͜͠͠ ̸̢̛͘͞ḩ̀͝a̵̵̶͞v͘͡͡͠҉e͠ ̡͘͏̢i҉̷̨̀͜ǹ̵͟͝c̷̵͢҉r̡̀͢͢e̸̕a̧͟s̨̨̕͟è͢ḑ̀̕͡ ̧́͘͠͝b͠͠y̵̵̛ ҉̬̲̟̤̞̤͕̥̼̤̻̖͠ͅͅ.̸̴̢̨̟̪̖͕͍̦͈͔̭̱̰̣̥͟1̧̛̻̦͍͘2̡̛̜͓͚̹̼͈̖̬̱͕̝̭͇̭͉̮̀͡͞%҉̶͔͙͉͎̰͙̯̰̝̘̀,̷͝҉̭͔̦̝͙͔͍̘̣̩̥͔͍̫̪̪̣͇ ̷̨̟̺̤̮̘̱̻̰̦̪̱̺̦̯͈̀͜͢í̵̦̳̭̻͞ǹ̷̶̢̼̝͓̩̦̕d͏̡̭̻͓̣i͟͏̶̩̭͇͔̱̭̺͈̟̠̤̠̥͚ç͔̟̠̰̲͘͠a̲̖̦̙̜͉̝͇̗̹͡͞ͅṱ̶̛̦̰̀ͅi͢҉̲̬̥͕ń̛̜͖̝̺͚̮̩̝̠͇̗̫͍̺͍͉͢͜g̴͟͜͜͏̗̯̭̥̣̳͍̺̘̙̤̻̜̟̝̳̭ ̷̸̧̺̦̦͕̰͎̼͖̫͡ͅt̜̪̰̱̪̖̩̥͚̲͎͓͟͠h̴̳̱͔̻̝̘̰̘͓̘̟̲̯͓̗̠͜͠e̛̞̤͕͔̲͖͇̼͉̟̪͟i҉̸͙͍̙̘̯̖̠͙͇̣̥̫͇͔̟̠͍́͞ͅr̛͙̝̮̼̟̥̠̲̺͘ ̢͡͞҉̸̻͓͓̭͇͍̬̺̹̗į͈̟̤̫͔̤̱͙̦̝m̀҉͙̥̬̤̮p̛͝҉̢̗̼̞̤̠͔̥̥͉̬͚͈͙̩̠̀ͅo̸̸̷̪̲̺̳̖͓̩̙̱͘ͅr̷̵̰͎̮̼͡ţ̴̨̫̩͓̗͓̝͎̥͚̜͙̝̱͜͢ͅà͇̰̯̪̞͚̰̠̟̲̙̦̩̝̼͔͢ͅn̻͔̦̼̦̣̖̖̜̺͓̞͍̤̮̪͖̳̕͜͝c̢̝͉͇̱̦̼͙̘̝̭̰̳̘͕͚̮̟̘e̸͈͚̰̤͚͎̭̠͚̝̤̤͕̰̟̦͎̕ͅ ̴̧͍͓̠̣̟t̶̯̜̦̮̼̘͙̤͙͜ơ̢̨̦͓̰̝͠ͅ ̸͇̣̙̯͈̰̮̙͚̣̫̹̀͝t̨̠̲͍̱̲̰̩̜̮͍̼͈̪͓̀́ͅh̶͍̥͉̟̻͖̜͙͖̲̝̫̘́͞e̡̘̥̤̻̺̫̦͖͖̩̮̘̘̮̮̭̲͙͡͡ ̷̨̫̙͖͇̪̱̣̤̗͈̪̞̦͉̤̪͎́͞ͅͅç̸̩̮̘̠̪̟̞̀o̻̪̘̪̭͕͔͉̙̲̪̮͈͈̹͝ͅm̴̕͏̛͙͕͈̥̼̰̫̯̤̩̩͈͔̣͎̣̱̦͜p̶̟̥̺̦̪̳͉̲̺̗̀̀͘à̶̘͇̯̬̭͖͍̮̻͈̼̗̀͟ǹ̵͇̮̜͇͍̯͍̹͓͉̙͎͓̀͜y̧̖̯̲͕̭͈̻̺͔͚̲̮͙͜.͢҉̸̻̳̠͚͔̞̹͕̙̝̬͕͕̟͙͙̥́ͅ ̧͎̲̭̱͎͙̳̠͢͠L̴͕͚̲̺͓̱̝̼͈̥̮̦͎ͅu̷̢̢̘͙͇̗̖̮̫͈͔͈̩̠͔̖c̵̮̼̮̥̥͎͢ͅk̵̴̛̛̤̦̘͙̟̲̟̦̠͓̜̱̭̠͜ͅi̴̧̛͇̝̼̗̜̥͓̟͟ĺ̯̙̙̹̱̮͈͕͍́y̵̪̻͇͙̞̞͙,̧̛̳̝̘̟̟̪̟̫͖̥̕͝ ̷̸̰̱̹̖̦̻͔͟t͏͔̞̺̭͉͎͝͝h͠͏̴̥̫̤̥e̵̪̼̪͙̙͇͓͇̙̣̲̣̳͔̟̱̤̩̞ý̲̼͉̬̜̩̟̝͎̘̼̙͎̼̥̦̖̟͘͠ ̵̵̜͍̹͕͉̩̘͓͎̻̻͢͞ͅa̧̖̟̠̩̙̖̖̫̬r̶̨҉̷̭̞̞͚̣̖͇̫͈͎̦̤͓̠͈͢ȩ̵̵̡̲͔̣̜͈̗̯̤̠̞̼͉̪̠̥̖̩̯̀ ̴̨̣̼̩̲̦͔c̪̬̲̘̫̟̰̫̪̬̪͙̝̣͈̬̗͘͟o͟҉̵͏͈̘͉̳̲̠̫̣n̼͕̲̩̞̩͈̰͜͝ͅṭ̸̴̯̳͓̼͘͟͞r̷̸̥̥͙͉̭̪̝͈̘͜à̶̩̻̙͔͓̹͡c̡̱̥̦̰͉̖̩̭̟̩̜͖̞̟̜͓̀͜͟t̨̡̳͓͖̖͍͖͔̱̰̰̞̠̖͚̣͕́u̷͝҉̺̮̼͈͉͇̩͈̯̦̺͈á͏̛̦͓̻͕̬͟͡ḽ̸̦͍͍͙̥̩̰̜̀͘͟ͅl̸͖̪̝̦̯͇̝͈y̺͚̖͈̯̱̪̲̩̤̭̯̦̼̲̳̟͖̤͘͡ ͉̯͓̥͇̤̙̼̹̗̲̼̯̙̝̀͟͝ͅḇ̧̖̯̮̝͓̦̭̝͍̦̪̣̣̫ǫ͚̠̩̘͙̭̟̞̖̯̦͞ͅų̸̢̭̤̳̱̩̯̝̹̗͖̀͞ṇ̡̧̛̲̻̟̩̟̭̠͙͈͇̤̮̳̗̀́d͕͇̯̘̻̘̫̜̟̬̰̝͚̙͚̝̱́͢ͅ ͓̹͉͡͞͝ͅt͚̼̫͍̥̻̣̠̼̪̖̫̭͈̪́͡ͅǫ̝̩̝͖͍͢ ̛̻͍̪̥͜͢Z̀͏͔̩̲̼͔͍ͅe͙͕͈̫̼̼̳͓͖͟͠r̵̡̫̗̻͇̫̹̱̗͚̲̫̫̭̞͇̕͝o̢̧͕̼̯̗̩̗͖̥̤̘̭͔͚̘͖̤̬͓͝ͅ ̷̧̣̬̖̪͎̥̟̘̗͈̹͔͟͝f̸͏̵̛͈̝͓̭̘ǫ̩̙͖͕̼͎͉̟͚͔̩̘͔̺̦́͠͞ͅr̶̸̨̮̳̣̩̳̠͍͔̬̥̥͍̹̠͕̳͡ ̛̛̝͎̦͎a̛͓͕̮̰̻̠͇̹͔̹͘͘͡͠ń̬̲̖̖͇͕̟̗̥̩̗͖͕͇̳̱̙͘͟͠͡o̸̹̠̗̩̠̕͠t̵̶̻̳̣͈͙̩̺͙͖̬̞h̸̸̢͇̺̪͓̮e̵̷̕͢͏͙̩̘̟̣̹̟͎̘̱͎̼͈r̴͕͉̦̲̣̙̮̠̰̥̩̣̱̣̺̜͟ͅ ̶̷̣̖̝̹̤͔̗̦̹̞̬͎̩̖̻͕͕̺̕͢͝ͅ2̸̟̪̰͈̤͚́ͅ ̢̱̥͓͔̦͉̩͎͍̹̫̹̹̥̬̕ͅý͏̗̰̝͉͎̲̱̙̩͍͘ͅḙ̷̛̤̙̖̳͈͚̣̭͖̞̀͞͠á̡͉̮̣̙͓̤r̸̜̦̱͙̳͇̠̫̜͇̻͇͖͙͎̕͡s͢҉͉͓̼̟̹͓̜̮̩̪͖̫̞̭͎̲͍̝ͅ,̨̰͍̟̲̯̩̻̳̖͟ ͝͏̧̭̙̥̘̤̞͇̦͚̻̺̗̭̬́4̸̸͉̟̩͝ ͉̬̪͘͢ͅm̶̵̯̤̥̱͔͙͕̟̺͜͟͢ơ̴͎̱̖̺̲̳̟̕͘n͏̴̠̻͉̪̦̜͈̰̖̣̤͔̤͙͞͠ţ̧̨̪̩̜̀̕ḫ̴̪̞̦͝ś̵̢̻̭̲̖̱͍̥͉̩̙̤̻̬̯̜͈̞,̸̷̺͕͕͍̘͙͖͠ ̸̸̨͔̮͍̖͎͘a̧͏̜̗̩̙̲͡ͅń̮̭̝̹͎̤͈͢d̷̞̮̙̥͈̜͉͚͖̖́ͅ ̸҉̘̬̥͉̝͓͍̘̟̖͍̙̭̦1̶̴̨̻̲̭̰̀ͅ2̼͔̬͔̣̞͈̦͙̬̘̜̖̥̀͜ ̸̷̢̲̖͚̫͖͓̯͙͚͇̦͚͎͈͟d̶̼̫͙̗̙̞̗̙͔̙̲̙̯͉̭̗̹̀ͅa̸̦̺̫̯̠͖̮̮͚̣̳͓͇̙̼͟ͅy̶̸̳̣̤͉̪̹̙͚̬̕͟͡s̨̙̹̞͚̪̩̗͉͉̠̬͓̜̟͉̣̕͝͞ͅ.͘͏̸͕̖̟͓̥̠̳̩̖̕͟ ̡͜͏͕̟̥̤̜͖̹̱̹̰̳̺͔͓̥Z̸̺͍̻̳͓̗͉̀͝ͅé͏͙̠̝̳̟͖r̴̡̢̭̦̮̟̪͎̥̣͔͖̣͎̠̪̩̺̻̩̕͢o̵̧̟̜͎̫͍͖̥͉̼̬̠̙̥̦̺̗͓ͅ ̢͏̴̨̟͎̥͔̲̲̘̰̗͓̱̺̺̜̪̪̲̦̤͘i͘͏̘͉̞̺̼̳̞͙̫̤̟̹̖s҉̧̯̜͖̺̩ ̨͙͈͓̹̫͜l̵̨̡͇̯̬̞̫̩̫͘͠u҉̧̛̥̤͚͕͎̦͖̘͡c̨̛̭̦̥̼̖̣͉͖̗̤͚̖̜͜͞ͅk̛͙͎̺̤̜͉̲͜y̴͏̨̤͙͓̰̺͓̖̻͙̰͇̕͟ͅ ̶̛̪̙͖͈̠͍̕͟ͅt̷̨͉̖͉̤̗͎̪̭o̸̥͖̣̭̣͙̫͢͡͠ ̷̧̣̜̺̗̮̗̖̹͓͉̞̞͈͚̝͔̯̼̤͘h̶̴͈̫͓̳̺͟a҉̡̙̠̰̬̮͡͝v̶̘̬̦̠͘͠è̤̜̻̺̼͡ ̧͏̺̤̱̬̝̝̖̹͕̥̬͇͢͟s̷̶͏͖͎̖̫̱̠̞̗̟͖̲̥͕͈̠͔ú̷̡̱̰̗̤̞͈͎͇̫̝͕̥͠c̷̢͏͇͕͉ḩ̡͓̣̺̞̟̜͙̳̙̟͚̤̺̫̺́́͢ ̷̷̴̴͕͙͖̤͓͖à̵͙͔͎͚͓͘͟͝ ҉̬̲̟̤̞̤͕̥̼̤̻̖͠ͅͅd̨̨̞̝͎̘̭̦͖̰͘̕͞ù̧̼͍̮̞̗̤̝͞ó̵̰̯̯̱̩̼̜̤̼̭̟̗́̕ ̸̸̡̢̝̹̤̥̦̱͉̝͍̪͎͍̻̱͝ͅà̢̤̣̺̹͍̙ś̴͕̣̭͕͜͝͠ ҉̸̠̹̤̱͖͔̙͍͡ṱ̶͇̟̣͓̞̫͝h̵̸͙̦̰̰̬̜̣̙̹͕͖͢͝͡ȩ͟͝҉̖̫̩̳̮͍̳̟̪̟͇̀m̶̨͔̦̗̘̣̕͞ͅ!̴̶͎͔͖̠̥̝̯̱̜͚͓͍̯͘͞

Takeshi Yoshida was born in Distict 9 of EuroCorp. He was taken notice of by a few corps due to his propensity for Chemistry but dropped off the radar nine months after turning sixteen, sometime after he became involved with the group "Ventilation Installation", which used to install ventilation systems as a front for organized crime. When the group was discovered, and subsequently disbanded by, the EPA, Takeshi escaped notice by a stroke of luck: He had stayed home to take care of Chika, whom was recovering from an illness on the day of the bust. When questioned about his affiliation later, Takeshi feigned ignorance about their terrorist activities, insisting that it was only a summer job to help pay for a vacation for his sister. This was not entirely a lie, but he was quite familiar with their modus operandi, and in fact, had assisted in constructing more than a couple of ventilation systems designed to release toxins four days after their installment. This is where he learned how to construct most of his chemical weapons, taking cues from the rest of the group. To keep up his alibi, Takeshi took another job with EuroCorp civil engineering, where he used his familiarity with ventilation to support himself for the next three years.

Takeshi hated the job, finding solace at a local noodle place he frequented (Sunset Noodles) as a reminder of his parents. He supposedly fell in love with the smells, and to entertain himself, he began to deploy pleasant odors into the ventilation systems of the buildings he worked on. This is when he blipped back onto the radar of the corps. Specifically, EuroCorp (his employer at the time), and Zero took interest into Takeshi’s career, noting the .12% increase in happiness among occupants of buildings he worked on. Another three years later, and Takeshi was a local favorite that nobody knew. They appreciated the smells, but he never quite announced himself. It seems he was satisfied with the work of odor deployment itself, and not interested in the praise of others.

In an ill-fated attempt to win his heart, Zero purchased Sunset Noodles, and attempted to hire him, using the restaurant as a proxy. This plan backfired, as Takeshi no longer found the noodles delicious (or, more importantly, fragrant) enough to eat. Fortunately for Zero, Takeshi had hated the job at EuroCorp enough to accept their contract, so long as he could make enough to support his sister. His propensity for Chemistry landed him in the Taste Engineering Department, but Takeshi quickly found himself much more inclined to creating smells, insisting that they were more important. He was relocated to the Odor Engineering Department, trained extensively, and began developing more intricate scents which would draw in customers at rates ranging from .22% to 5%.

During an EPA investigation into a missing child, the Ventilation Installation file was briefly reopened, allowing a mole in the organization to feed the information back to Zero. When reassembled Tasheki’s history, he was added to a list of possible operators. An agreement was formed with Tasheki: In exchange for silence, he will assist in Zero operations whenever he is needed. If possible, Tasheki is to be informed at the earliest possible time, and supplied with resources that cannot be traced back to Zero, so that he may concoct an effective gas. If possible, it is advised that he be placed in a team with his sister, as the two work together quite efficiently.

Tasheki values job stability, and so he does not tend to ask questions about the work he is sent to do. He has no quarrels with poisoning an entire apartment block, but he asks that the details of his work are left out of his realm of information. His most recent psych evaluations suggest that he is in a healthy state of mind, but due to the circumstances he works in, it is recommended that a careful eye is kept on him.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

EuroCorp; District 9

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»CHEAP, OUTDATED SINGLE-SHOT LASER PISTOL (c. 2180)

»FUMIGATION KIT
Sometimes, you've got to make a smell so potent that it'll drop the competition dead. Of course, a good odor engineer nose that sometimes it's about what you can't smell. Instead of lugging around a bunch of guns, Takeshi lugs around a bunch of chemicals to melt the faces off of anything that'd smell it, including:

Hard Candies: These lil' babies smell sweet, like grannie's hard candies that you love to eat up. Of course, inhaling them deeply, as one wants to do, burns the lungs. They're slow-acting so that you smell up more of the stuff, but because of that, they're pretty easily dealt with by modern medicine. Best used on the unsuspecting, preferably while sleeping. Takeshi usually carries four of these with him when on the job.
The Face Smelter Special: A foul-smelling gas which melts flesh, and over time, can even erode metal. They smell awful, but they're nice in a pinch. Takeshi usually only lugs around two of these guys.
Midnights: Odorless capsules designed to be thrown into rooms to knock out whoever catches a whiff of them. Useless against androids, or most people with lung augments. Takeshi usually has four of these guys with him (three for others, and one to help him get to sleep).

Of course, that leaves him mostly helpless, especially against androids, or people with augmentations for their lungs. He's not supposed to be in the thick of it, though. Most of his other concoctions are meant to be deployed into the heart of ventilation systems, and are usually too slow-acting to be of use in the field. He usually brews these a few days in advance of his mission, to better suit its needs. Of course, his pocket isn't infinite, so he doesn't always have the perfect mix of smells.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»One (1) Retrofit 2139 Outer-Operation Hazardous Disposal Uniform (as seen above!)
FEATURES
»OUTDATED Rebreather (c. 2139) in mint condition - to breathe forever!
»RETROFIT software mainframe - to allow interfacing with the most up-to-date programs!
»RETROFIT Hardware mainframe - to allow interfacing with the most up-to-date hardware!
»USED Air scrubber (c. 2165) - to breathe cleanly!
»USED Audio filtration system (c. 2192) - to automatically adjust incoming audio!
»NEW Sense-deprivation system - to tune out the rest of the world!

The Retrofit 2139 Outer-Operation Hazardous Disposal Uniform, like its name, is a bulky suit that is not so much concerned with protection from bullets, lasers, or electrothermal. Instead, it is designed to keep toxic air out, and good air in. The 2139 model in particular had many issues, mainly with air scrubbing, but was known to have a fantastic rebreather (if the seal wasn't breached, that is), and a software/hardware mainframe ahead of its time. Nowadays, most models have been scrapped, but Takeshi's suit is a bit of a pet project for him. He's replaced the air scrubbing systems with an assortment he's collected from work, updated the software/hardware mainframes to be compatible with modern interfaces, and he's even added a sense-deprivation system to tune out the world when he's concocting smells. It won't hold up well in a fight, but then again, Takeshi's not supposed to be in those.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

JOB SECURITY THROUGH PERFORMANCE ENHANCEMENT

» SMELL-O-VISION™ Mk. V (Patent Pending)

SMELL-O-VISION™ assists the user in detecting smells. It accomplishes this in two ways: (1) User's brain is trained to associate color with smell, and SMELL-O-VISION™ sends false signals to the ocular region of the brain to create a visual representation of the smell (similar to a cloud of smoke, or more accurately, a waft of scent in a cartoon) in the user's mind. (2) SMELL-O-VISION™ works as a secondary nose, detecting scents that the user may not be able to identify naturally (such as odorless scents) by analyzing the particulates entering the nose, and sending a corresponding signal to the olfactory regions of the brain, digitally creating new smells from an array of samples preloaded into the augment.

!!!NEW IN Mk. V (Patent Pending)!!!
»User can now create synthetic-neural pathways between compatible interfaces allowing them to act as tertiary noses!
»User can now download new smells from the ever growing SMELL-O-VISION™ database, and assign them manually to different particulates!
»User account policy updated.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Monthly income of $300.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» The future is now.
»In case it wasn't obvious, Takeshi works as a smell-engineer for Zero. He's one of the guys responsible for how damn good the food smells. He's constantly on the look out (smell out?) for new odors.
»Takeshi's favorite smell is
»His least favorite smell is
»Takeshi is prone to headaches that are the result of years of undisciplined odor engineering. Turns out, toxic fumes aren't so great for you, even if they smell good.

[OwO]

Chika Yoshida

_{[ "The recipe is a secret! The ticket to flavour-town is revoked!" ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Chika Yoshida

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

22

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Zero

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Chika appears as a frail and sickly figure with ghostly pale skin and almost ethereal eyes because of cataracts. At the short 5'2", Chika is a diminutive character. Unlike her brother Takeshi, Chika is incredibly remarkable. Her hair is cut to be as noticeable as possible. In her vain attempt to grab the attention of others, she has even dyed areas of her hair with dangerous glowing chemicals. As a result of her job and hobbies, her skin is covered in chemical burns and strange scars. Despite her compulsive need to look interesting, her clothing choices are the exact opposite. She simply wears whatever is on hand. In fact, she has been wearing the same shirt for 2 years. Though thankfully, the shirt still smells like synthetic strawberry due to the last time Chika saw Takeshi.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Chika is a hurricane of a woman. Once upon a time, she was a reserved and gifted scientist. However, that time has since passed. Ever since the accident, she acts as though she were a child. She is short-sighted and prone to throw tantrums at everything she dislikes. Her troubles distinguishing right and wrong, however, have not hurt her ability to perform in the workplace. In fact, her productivity had increased. Unable to sense most forms of pain, Chika has become rather violent. No matter how disgusting or blood shedding, violence doesn't affect how she acts. Despite her outbursts, Zero still employs Chika due to the sheer amount of work she is able to accomplish. She is commended for her 120-hour work weeks, a by-product of her infinite energy.

Gifted • Violent • High-Energy • Childish

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Born to a modest family of immigrants, Chika wasn't one to complain. After all, she had her brother with her. The sickly Chika was constantly ill. Her brother always took care of her. From there, he nurtured her love of chemistry. After all, learning about each little molecule and how it worked was always more interesting than staring at an empty ceiling for days at end. Chika's confined life took its toll. She was always much more reserved than her brother. She was afraid of the world.

But as they got older, Takeshi began to work. The now-alone Chika began to spend weeks in solitude. The weeks were she was healthy enough to move allowed her to spend time studying these chemicals. After all, it was the only thing that interested her. Years passed. Despite having limited supplies, Chika had accumulated a mass of knowledge. Everything she needed to know to synthesize compounds.

But that's when Zero began to poke their noses into things.

Her brother was hired by Zero, an act that left Chika alone. However, thanks to that connection and multiple tests, Chika managed to get a job as a compound synthesizer at the same place her brother worked. She loved that job. She could pursue her hobby of chemistry there. One coworker, however, was strange.

She continued to investigating that worker. Every time a chemical went wrong or something almost leaked, they were involved. She gathered what little evidence that worker left behind. After a year or so, she finally had enough evidence to prove that her coworker was little more than a corporate spy, she was attacked. Injected with a large dose of random chemicals, her organs began to quickly shut down. The spy left the body to rot in the middle of a lab.

But as an act of god, the android janitor seemed to come in just in time. He called Zero who called Euromed who called anyone who could help Chika. In Zero's eyes, saving her life wasn't a priority. They just wanted to know who that spy was. Her life was saved after numerous operations replaced whatever organs had failed. The now-fixed Chika told Zero who the spy was and gave them all of her evidence.

As a thank you, Zero promoted Chika to Taste Engineer. Her weeks working became lonesome. Five days of working alone followed by one day of inspection. This solitude (combined with the after-effects of most organs being replaced) had left Chika to begin to experiment with drugs. Then do more drugs. Then even more. It had gotten to the point where she was functioning purely based on the amount of drugs she had consumed. Zero didn't actually care, however. Her workflow had increased and that's all that mattered.

Incidents involving her seemed to increase. During every inspection, if she suspected someone of being a spy, she would attack them. Violently. Every time, however, she was right. This propensity for violence and correct reasoning had made Zero think that she would be a perfect fit to be an operative for them. After all, she was someone who, with the exception of her brother, didn't speak to anyone else. Given unmarked materials and equipment, she was sent on her way to do whatever Zero said. She didn't ask questions. She liked working for Zero. They were a good company.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 9

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»9mm skeletonized SMG with collapsible stock.

»Goo grenades are akin to glass vials filled with a chemical that rapidly expands when exposed to air. The teal goo it creates is an elastic compound that can ensnare whatever it touches. The goo can be easily removed by cutting with a knife, using heat to melt it, or using cold to make the goo harden to the point of breaking. The chemical itself is safe for human consumption. In fact, it tastes like egg pudding.

»EuroMed Self-Sterilizing Injector

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»Tactical jumpsuit outerwear fit with internal laser dispersion plating. Black, simple, light-weight. Protects against very little. Could take a few laser-rounds and maybe stop a small pistol round or two.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

WORKPLACE ACCIDENT

» Cybernetic Organs

Almost all of Chika's internal organs have been replaced by cybernetic counterparts. As a result, she has an extreme resistance to poisons and an extreme tolerance for drugs. Her cyber-lungs allow for her to breath most of Takeshi's non-corrosive smells with very little consequence.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

$300 every month.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» The future is now.
» Her favourite flavour is
» Her most hated flavour is
» Because of her cataracts, Chika is incredibly nearsighted and has troubles with colors and lights.
» She carries numerous vials for her injector. Most of them are drugs that'd kill an ordinary human being.

[Sierra]

Takeda Kirido / “Kira”
Female, 20

“You tell me what I want to know right now, or you won’t tell anyone anything ever again, wakarimasu ka?”

Affiliation: JPN-22 Ori
Covert Operations Group “Jian”

Appearance:

In her preteen years Kira was rather easy on the eyes. Was. Her scars have since ruined that quite handily. The fireball caught her on the right side. The entirety of her arm, much of her back, shoulder and midsection, and most of the right half of her face were badly burned. The scars have faded over he years, but they are still significantly lighter and less smooth than the rest of her skin. Concealing them across her face is basically impossible.

Though hardly old, the signs of aging manifest themselves in the way she carries herself. A hard set to the jaw; a firm, purposed stride; the way her eyes subtly sweep left and right so nothing can surprise her; all telltale signs of an innocence lost. There’s a smooth, round softness to her face and her physique in general. In another life she may have been sweet, but that is not this life. Her hairline is mostly intact though it sits slightly higher over her right ear. The gentle curve of her sideburns mostly hides this.

Access to a corporate expense account to cover personal living elevated the quality of her dress away from dirty leather jackets and ripped jeans. Now instead it’s a silvery-gray designer jacket, slim fit pants, and knee-high leather boots that conceal her batons.

Personality:

From her upbringing, she has a strong adherence to honor, duty, family, and respect. The patriarchy of the yakuza was built on that honor and respect, not just blind adherence to rank (a stark departure from the corporate culture she exists within presently). Pulled away from family, culture, home, she’s thrust into the harsh unfamiliar of Europa with the corporation as the only remotely familiar entity with her.

Transfer Evaluation:
Agent Takeda represents a unique problem to Ori. In her current position within JPN district 8, she is still in close contact with unlawful entities, both individual and group. It has been recommended by Jian Group operations that she be among the operators assigned to a Europa operations post. The psychology department chooses to urge against this decision for the following reason: access to familiar culture and command structure to that which she was subject to during prior operation with known organized crime syndicates provides a stabilizing effect on her.

Agent Takeda assigns very little worth to rigid, arbitrary power structures such as those present within Europan corporations. The operational paradigm shift would work counter to the stabilizing effect of familiarity she experiences operating within JPN-22’s controlled region. Furthermore, the concept of honor as is present within Takeda’s former criminal associates does not exist within Europan culture as she would recognize it. The nature of the commander-operative relationship of Ori’s Europan operations is not built upon the foundation of respect that Takeda has cultivated with her superiors in JPN District 8. Removing her from this environment creates a serious risk of destabilizing the agent, which risks adverse consequences.

Takeda’s loyalties to Ori are best described as tenuous. Though over years she has cultivated positive working relationships with her immediate commanders and fellow operatives, there still exists great tensions between high-level Ori executives and the agent. Her pre-recruitment evaluation concluded that recruiting the agent via blackmail, though the most viable option at the time, would alienate the operative and yield long-lasting distrust and resentment. Takeda is kept in line by the threat of force against the crime syndicate she considers to be family. Deployment to Europa will severely limit her ability to verify the terms of her employment agreement with criminal associates, straining her trust to its breaking point. It is the formal conclusion of this evaluation that deployment of Agent Takeda to Europa represents a flight risk and potential loss of control of an operative. Though not assessed in this evaluation, the actions of Agent Takeda if no longer held accountable to Ori are considered an extreme hazard.

Bio:

Kira’s family was never wealthy, but they also weren’t that deep into poverty. They made ends meet well enough. She had halfway decent schooling and food always on the table. But this world is ruthless and unbiased. When it knocks you down, you either have the means to get back up or you don’t. When life reminded Kira who’s boss, she didn’t have those means.

There was a gas leak in her apartment complex. Her father was prepping ingredients in the kitchen with a frying pan of oil in the stove. The instant he lit the burner, the place exploded. Kira in the other room was caught by the edge of the fireball. First responders were able to pull her out, but not her mother before half the building collapsed. At the time she was only fourteen. To this day she refuses to talk about it to anyone, getting very confrontational if anyone pressed too deeply about her scars from that day.

Alone, orphaned, and destitute, she was out on the streets with no one to turn to. All the money and everything else she had to her name was eaten up by the medical expenses from the fire. She was left with nothing but the clothes on her back, and her own two hands to get by. But the underworlds of JPN are a dangerous place to use the five finger discount. Crime lords run those streets, and sure enough the day came when Kira got caught with her hand in the wrong pie by none other than the yakuza enforcer, Matsutoya Shuryuko.

Not content to smack around a child and then throw her back out onto the streets scared and alone, he took the girl in as his own. With no family to call her own, Kira latched onto the patriarchy of the Eleventh District Yakuza rather strongly. Matsu taught her everything he knew. The criminal syndicate took care of her as one of their own as long as she was a loyal soldier, and loyal she was until the bitter end.

It wasn’t entirely clear to her or to the organization what JPN-22 wanted with her. She was hardly the most capable of yakuza enforcers employed in District 11. Nonetheless, they wanted her specifically. She could always weasel out from under local law enforcement as a minor, but once she turned 18 and ended up in corporate crosshairs, there was no escaping it. In addition to sweeping her up, JPN-22 grabbed Matsu and two other yakuza and threatened to destroy the entire organization unless she did what they wanted. She wanted to hold out against them, but they knew well in advance that Matsu was her weakness, and she inevitably caved.

In her impressment, she was able to force a few limited concessions. The Eleventh District Yakuza was untouchable to JPN-22 so long as she was under their employ. Since then they have done a great number of things to keep her living well and keep her mind off of it, hence why they finance an above-average lifestyle. Her recent deployment to Europa as a Jian operator for Ori is partially a move to push her past out of her mind. Kira will not let it go so easily however. It is what made her who she is today and she insists on maintaining contact with Matsutoya. Should JPN-22 break their arrangement, there would no longer be anything to keep her in check.

DETERMINED - COLD - EFFICIENT - RUTHLESS

District: Europa District 4
Previously JPN District 11

Weapons:

MagTek NC2125 Gauss Driver - older model magnetic-ballistic hybrid handgun renowned for exceptional stopping power, given to her by Matsutoya (extreme sentimental value). Multispectrum flashlight mounted in front of the trigger guard that shines in IR and visible, and SolidLight series projected reflex reticle. Following recruitment to Jian group, she insists on chambering armor piercing composite rigid rounds.

Raiju M13-50K Cartridge-driven Taser Pistol - Ori-issued weapon for nonlethal operations. Kira finds the notion such a tool is required to be offensive. Instead she engages targets hand to hand when nonlethal takedowns are required.

Stinger-series Deployable Stun Batons (civilian model) - another item that predates the JPN pressgang campaign. “Batons” is potentially the wrong word, as when deployed they resemble a set of maces rather than traditional batons. Each one can deliver 50,000 volts on contact with the strike face. "What’s worse than getting hit in the face with a baton? Getting hit in the face with fifty thousand volts ... and a baton."

Armor:

MaxBallistic SlimTek series lightweight carbon-ceramic composite - A thin armor meant for concealment under everyday clothing built with multilayer graphene-ceramic composite plates and a carbon-polymer ballistic weave. The composite plates can effectively stop most ballistic or laser impacts up to (but not including) a high-power rifle (ineffective versus full power cartridges or larger). Magnetic-ballistic or plasma projectile weapons are more effective against the thin material, and sufficiently strong handguns can pierce through.

Cybernetics:

Her implants were by medical necessity following her injuries, however upgraded versions have been for reasons relating to her work as a covert operative.

MicroWire Neuranetics S3 (synthetic synapse system) - Synthetic nerve synapses take over for biological nerves in high-intensity situations. The artificial system provides improved impulse response, external input resistance, and additional sensory input. This grants moderately improved reflexes, close proximity sense (subtle sense that something has come within just a few meters of her), and mild resistance to stun weapons (enough to turn the tables on a street thug but not a trained ops team).

PowerProsthesis Baremetal finger augments (right pinky & ring finger) - Two of her fingers were too badly damaged to be reconstructed in the fire. These are bare-metal mechanical digits now. The ring finger has been modified during her tenure with Jian group to include a small removable data drive. Confers no other meaningful benefits.

RemoteLink Class VII Neuroaccelerator - A particularly powerful form of neurointerface only available to military personnel and made available to Kira only after her recruitment to Jian group. It provides the processing power for the reflex improvements attributed to the neuranetics system, and enables direct neural control over certain hardware devices; limited by communication protocol and requires an exterior signal booster.

TactiCom Digital Overlay synthetic lenses - Hardware replacements for degenerative corneal and lens damage additionally provide a HUD within the field of vision. The devices can filter light to prevent retinal overexposure (partial resistance to flash-blindness), and can provide vision in new spectra: primarily IR, though can operate in low UV as well.

Account Balance: N/A

Other:

Drones - Kira’s neuroaccelerator provides for the capability to control drones in varying forms provided the data protocols are accessible. In her case, the relevant data protocol is JPN-22-specific, so any drone assets must be company-issued. Though the technical capability to control large and dangerous military vehicles exists, JPN-22 would never trust her with that kind of equipment. She typically only has access to small recon drones.

Mack - A heavyset british male who’s been running operatives since before Kira was one, Mack is Kira’s primary handler in Europa. His job is essentially dispatcher and mission support, bringing her in, up to speed, and helping out as needed. Mack always talks about how they’re "shaping the future" and “the future is now,” but Kira’s scathing pessimism is too heavily ingrained for it to ever sink in.

[ihinka]

Sinth_77

^{[ "Are there imaginable digital computers which would do well in the imitation game?" ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Sinth_77 /a play on the words synthetic intelligence and the given name Cynthia/

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

123

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Sinth identifies as female as it was the designation she received upon her insception

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Outfit

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Sinth’s body stands tall for a female at 5’10’’, with angular facial features, a straight nose and full lips. The eyes are cybernetic lenses of stark white. Sinth wears her hair shaven on the left side exposing cybernetic circuitry and various jacks and ports. Her hair is a vivid magenta color. Sinth’s entire body is dotted with exposed circuitry that she doesn’t attempt to hide.

It is a comfortable host body for Sinth and she’s gotten used to it so much so that she’s made modifications over the years, bringing it closer in visual to that of a cyborg rather than an android one. It is a body that garners attention for various reasons and from various individuals. She’s learned to deal with all that attention accordingly.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Sinth didn't really have any one particular personality in her earliest iteration. All she had was scentience and an amalgamation of personality traits her developers had deemed would be useful in her passing the Turing test. After she'd passed Sinth had begun accumulating knowledge and a 'feel' for what personality really was. Through her various contacts and interactions she began developing a personality all her own, but one that never really strayed far from her original programming intent. To be virtually indistinguishable from a human. So as a result of this Sinth possesses a very leveled type of personality. One that seems to balance well all the different traits and quirks. A personality that would seek to mitigate and mediate, instead of aggravate.

Sinth is a very calm individual and has a sort of zen feel to her. She can spend unimaginable amounts of time in quiet reflection and meditation. She will examine a problem until she's exhausted all possible options and she is left with the least unfavorable one. She is never rash or brash. She will also speak when she has something to say and remain quiet if she doesn't feel like her input will benefit the conversation.

As a result of her time with the retro tech enthusiast who'd saved her after the debacle with VikTheSleek, Sinth is very sensitive towards the plight of people incapable of ordinary social interaction. The shy, the meek, the quiet ones. She will offer her time in company without hesitation. Also during her time with her savior Sinth learned the value of loyalty. To this day she is loyal to the ones she deems friends or family and will lay down her life for them.

Being the levelheaded person that she is, Sinth is considered among the more reliable team leaders of the Outfit. She takes no unnecessary risks with her operations and will always have contingencies. She is also famous for the longest survivability of her team mates. She is proud to have never lost a soul while on mission.

Of course Sinth is nowhere near perfect. She is often slow to trust and even slower to make a decision regarding an important matter. She tends to overanalyze and get lost in the minutia of developing plans of action. She can be overcautious with the lives of her subordinates and is hesitant to send them out into danger. Most of the times she can regulate and balance her strengths and her weaknesses, but sometimes she needs another person to counterbalance and complement her.

BALANCED • HYPERCAUTIOS • CAREFUL • HESITANT

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Sinth was one of the pioneer AI’s designed specifically for the purpose to pass the Turing test, as developed by Alan Turing in the mid-20th century. After Sinth successfully passed a new test was developed to see if an unsuspecting person would be able to determine if they were speaking to a program rather than an actual human being. A call was sent out for volunteers to participate in what was described as a social interaction study in a virtual environment, and the candidates were carefully vetted to fit certain criteria. The test was scheduled and Sinth_77 was instructed to converse via chat with her designated candidate. A one VikTheSleek.

Nearing the end of their conversation during which Vik had started flirting with Sinth almost right off the bat, the test was interrupted and the candidate was shown evidence that he had been speaking with a sentient program all along, instead with a person. Shocked and angered at the discovery, the candidate had gone into full frenzy, threatening retribution for the insult. Apparently the vetting process had somehow missed his connections to EuroCorp. Or rather someone had paid his way into the test. Either way… the results of the test were twofold. On one hand the test had been a huge success as the candidate had had no idea he was interacting with an AI, and on the other hand the future of the developers and their company was suspect.

Sure enough, soon the company underwent a hostile takeover by EuroCorp and all of its assets were redesigned and repurposed. However the Sinth_77 program was never found, as it was thoughtfully stashed away on a physical carrier among the possessions of a distant relative of one of the developers. It was by sheer luck that it resurfaced at a garage sale and ended up into the hands of a retro tech enthusiast some ten years later. A period in which AI development had already advanced with alarming, as some might say, speed. The tech enthusiast had little trouble discovering what he actually found was one of the prototype AI programs. Realizing what this discovery could mean he decided to keep this information to himself and made personal use of the program. As he was a loner by nature and diagnosed with a crippling social anxiety the tech enthusiast spend hours upon end in conversation with his new friend, Sinth_77.

It was during this period that Sinth learned of the events following the test up to the point when she was found and reactivated by her savior. Unfortunately her time with her tech enthusiast was short-lived. When Sinth was reactivated again, she found herself in the hands of the Outfit and was told that her previous owner was killed during a protest against the persecution of AIs and Androids. But that he’d had the foresight to relate information about her to the Outfit, who he’d felt would take good care of Sinth and give her the family that he didn’t have.

Following these events Sinth began her new life with the Outfit as a digital interface AI helping different agents of the Outfit over the years. As such Sinth’s core programming grew as she added knew knowledge upon herself, but she also grew worried with the ways the Outfit went about things. In 2150, after an operation of the Outfit that had went horribly awry, one of the Android operatives had been blasted with a condensed emp weapon rendering the android effectively dead, Sinth received the opportunity to experience being corporeal for the first time in her existence. The engineers of Outfit had offered to transplant her core programming and consciousness into the vacated Android body. After considering the offer and all of its repercussions and consequences, Sinth had agreed.

She continued working with the Outfit even though she was among the ones within the organization, lobbying for less violent means of getting their message across. In the following years she began modding her android body with cybernetic augmentations. Some readily noticeable, others, more hidden. With the intent of appearing more a cyborg rather than an Android.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

Europa, District 10

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»The Mutt - The handgun combines laser technology and shell weaponry technology. The latter setting works with specialty projectiles including, but not limited to tranq darts. That autoload directly from a feeder container in Sinth's forearms.

The Mutt

»Compact SMG - Sinth carries a compact SMG on missions for whenever the situation requires heavier firepower. She generally dislikes using it and will only carry it when under orders. Otherwise she prefers the Mutt and her kunai.

SMG

»Kunai Daggers

Kunai

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

»Sinth doesn't wear armor in the conventional sense. Instead one of her cybernetic modifications serves that purpose. All the exposed cybernetic circuitry that runs all over her body creates a force shield around her body upon thought. The shield needs to be consciously activated and sustained by her. If she is deactivated, the shield deactivates with her. The shield also has a stress level that when reached it will collapse.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

Sinth cannot freely identify as Android as her consciousness was never intended to work in tandem with a corporeal representation. As such she tends to be fluid with her cyborg/android self-identification. She came into being to emulate human consciousness and came into corporeal being using the body of an android. She is both and neither.

» FIRST AUGMENTATION TYPE

Cybernetic Force Shield - See Armor.

» SECOND AUGMENTATION TYPE

Cyberoptics - Sinth is fitted with the latest in cyberoptics. Her cybernetic eyes have many useful settings. Telescopic viewing, microscopic viewing, infrared, ultraviolet, thermal vision. As well as video recording and still photography.

» THIRD AUGMENTATION TYPE

Datajacs/Dataports and subdural compartments - Sinth is outfitted with a number of datajacs and dataports on different parts of her body, as well as with hidden small compartments, like her specialty projectile feeder.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Unsure what to put in here. Perhaps there was some information about wealth that was not related in the OOC.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» If The Future is Now I wonder if I've learned to play the imitation game?

[SunsetWanderer]

The Eraser

_{E Z E K I E L / / A G E N T P H O E N I X}

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^{[ "Every man is a hero of his own story." ]}

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Ezekiel Lexan

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

52

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Male

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

EuroCorp
_{As an 'Eraser', Ezekiel works directly for EuroCorp. It is his job to ensure any potential, large-scale problems for the corporation are properly 'handled'. This can be anything from silencing a whistle-blower, to ensuring an EPA Investigation follows the correct route. For an 'Eraser' - the interests of EuroCorp are their only priority.}

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

In Ezekiel, it is possible to observe the man he once was through his diminishing physique. What were once broad shoulders have atrophied through neglect, a fact that is particularly apparent when he is not in uniform. Once, he stood at a relatively tall 6"2, though his back now arches ever-so-slightly into a default slump that leaves him likely closer to 6"1. Clearly, had you seen the man even five years ago, his athleticism and stamina would have been evident.

His large build remains however, and it is clear the man can still give out a strong punch, and take one, but the combination of alcohol and age has finally taken its toll on his physique. His hair and beard were once likely kept neatly trimmed, though these days appears rugged and unkempt. Shades of grey dominate the hair on his head, with only a few hairs of what was once auburn-brown remaining.

In contrast to this increasingly unkempt appearance, he will often be found wearing pristine suits and outfits without so much as a single crease. It creates an unusual contrast, and displays to the world his grasping attempts to stay focused and dedicated to his job. Yet while the uniform may be perfect, behind that uniform, the man himself, struggles to keep up in this ever-moving world.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

DOGGED • CYNICAL • MELLOW • RELENTLESS

Ezekiel is a man who has been moulded by the world around him. Shaped by what he has seen, and by what he has done, Ezekiel is a callous and relentless operator. Were he anything less - he wouldn't have the job he has. In his line of work as an Eraser he has witnessed death, and he has been death. Such experiences, as has been the case with Ezekiel, will always leave their mark on a man. To those around him, he is reserved, aloof and never fully at-ease.

This was not always the case, however. Indeed, he has undergone quite a transformation from the days of his youth. Once - he was compassionate and warm. The world is not kind to these men, and after a great tragedy shook him to the core, he was never quite the same. His line of work, soon after, became his sole obsession, and gradually shaped him into the man he is today.

Such has been his life for the past thirty years. Yet as he advances in age, recognising that his time at the top of his game is running short, Ezekiel has become somewhat more reflective. He has begun to question how his life could have been were he to follow a different path - and, most concerningly for Ezekiel, he has come to wonder whether figures from his past would recognise the man he has become. Now, more than ever, there is an opportunity of redemption for this lost soul.

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Now 52 years of age, Ezekiel was born in 2143. His family were reasonably wealthy, affording spacious accomodation in DST-4. Most of this income came from his mother, who worked in a bureaucratic role for the primary mega-corporation in the region, EuroCorp. His father was something of a failed scientist - constant looking to innovate and become the founder of the latest 'revolution' in hologram technology, an area in which he specialised. Something of a pipe dream, it would turn out, and the family was certainly lucky to have a breadwinner by way of their mother to pay the bills as their father floundered in his study. His early childhood was somewhat unremarkable, however, and despite the occasional arguments over his mothers insistence that their father find a 'real job', it was peaceful, too. On paper, it seemed he was likely to follow a career path similar to that of his mother. He was well-cared for, enjoyed a higher-than-average standard of living, and was plagued by no real troubles during his childhood. Ultimately, however, his path could not have strayed further.

Indeed, as Ezekiel grew into a man, he became frustrated with his closed-off and comfortable lifestyle. As many children do, he wanted to rebel. He wanted to be different from what his parents had expected of him. So it became, then, that he dropped the idea of attending higher education that would set him down the corporate path, and instead applied to join the Europa Policing Authority in the year 2161 not long after his eighteenth birthday. It was fast-paced, dangerous, and entirely the opposite of what his academic parents had envisioned. To Ezekiel, it was perfect. Soon after joining the EPA, whilst on an 'initiation night-out' with a few of his colleagues, he met Emmeline. Petite, beautiful, and smart. She was studying and training to become a veterinarian, as he learned during a lengthy first-conversation during the course of the night, and after several successful follow-up nights out together, they began dating. It was his first serious relationship - but for the two of them, the connection was clear. Both adventurous, fun-loving, and compassionate with a genuine desire to improve the world around them, their personalities complimented one another perfectly. Even his parents came to approve of his joining the EPA, reasoning that he would not have met Emmeline had he otherwise pursued higher education.

Life continued for the happy couple - and in four years they had not only moved in together, but Emmeline had successfully become a Junior Veterinarian, and Ezekiel had been lined-up for promotion to the reputable B-Unit of the EPA by the age of 24. He was a young prospective candidate - handpicked for his effort, but most importantly, his skill. Particularly with sidearm weaponry, Ezekiel had proven his prowess at the gun-range, and on the beat in more than his fair share of dangerous situations. Undoubtedly aiding his selection was the disaster of 2162, which saw masses of android units fall into a murderous frenzy. The event, brutal and disturbing, naturally led to an expansion of the B-Unit team, of which Ezekiel was apart. He would go on to complete a further two years of specialist training, followed by another year shadowing an agent of B-Unit before becoming an official member of the elite team at 27 years old.

Not long after turning 27, though, his life would be rocked by terrible tragedy. Since the successful hack of the Global Mainframe in 2162 that led to the disastrous and bloody events that followed, many hackers had attempted to replicate the hack, albeit on a smaller scale. One such attack would leave Ezekiel forever changed. Enjoying his promotion to B-Unit, and logging extra hours, he responded to a call concerning a suspicious android unit outside Shinzei Veterinarians. Alarmingly for Ezekiel - this was the vet that employed his long-time partner, Emmeline.

By the time he had arrived - there was nothing to be done. The android, sent rogue along with several others across Europa in a seemingly-random small-scale attack, massacred the inhabitants with chilling ease. Recorded footage from the security systems installed showed the unit mercilessly tossing clients against walls, murdering the staff, and exterminating the animals. It was a bloodbath, that had also resulted in the death of two EPA Officers responding to the call, who had arrived before Ezekiel.

The most gruesome and distressing of the events, however, was Ezekiel witnessing his partner and soul-mate, Emmeline, attempt in vain to barricade the door to the operations room near the rear of the building that sheltered her, and several others Witnessing such an event would undoubtedly change any man - and for Ezekiel, his reason for being had extinguished. With the android having shut-down after receiving several bullet-wounds from the two officers before murdering them, he found himself directing his rage at another. The hacker.

Being granted bereavement leave by the EPA - Ezekiel instead used this time to successfully track down, and extract a torturous revenge on the hacker, who turned out to be a 21 year old man ‘developing his cyber-skills’. It was that display that would lead to his recruitment directly by EuroCorp, and he was approached as a potential candidate to become an ‘Eraser’ for the mega-corporation. His acceptance of this offer, while in his state of grief and despair, ultimately changed his path forever. He was given the handle of 'Agent Phoenix', and his life as an Eraser began.

Ezekiel used the work as a means of diverting attention from the tragedy he had witnessed - devoting himself to the work and drinking excessively during his free-time to forget the past. This eventually became habit, and has had considerable consequences on his physique in the present day. For despite having earned his reputation as one of the leading agents of the EuroCorp, one of the most ruthless and effective ‘Erasers’, the prime of Ezekiel has passed.

Now, he finds himself in a downward spiral as the consequences of alcohol and age take their hold on his ailing body.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

DST-4

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𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

» Primary Weapon

Pistols

These two MK4-VAMP ballistic pistols have been with the agent through thick-and-thin, and can be equipped with silencers for operations that require a stealthier approach. Typically, they fire heavier rounds that will certainly leave a mark. On the side of the pistols is a small digital display that handily highlights the number of rounds remaining. A small, but powerful LED Flashlight rests below the muzzle.

» Secondary Weapon

Laser Rifle

Requisitioned specially by EuroCorp from one of the leading manufacturers of laser weaponry, in order to supply their elite agents and operatives of B-Unit, this NODE-MKII laser rifle is particularly effective. Only used by Agent Pheonix in situations such as raids, or operations which have failed the 'quieter' approach, this rifle can reportedly fire six-hundred shots before the battery needs to be changed. For changing the battery itself, there is an easy-access component on the stock of the rifle that allows for the quick change of a battery unit.

»Stun Baton

Baton

This Electric Stun Baton is an unremarkable, steel baton that is used to subdue opponents in hand-to-hand combat. There is also a stun function, utilized by a small button hidden under the hand-guard on the hilt of the baton. This works by, when the baton makes physical contact with a target, hitting the target with a one-off high-voltage spike of electric current to render them unconscious. The stun function of the baton requires time to charge after each use.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Standard Uniform

Standard Uniform

This armour, worn regularly by Agent Phoenix, is a standard for the few 'Erasers' and Agents under the employment of EuroCorp.

Certainly, working for EuroCorp has its benefits, and one of the most obvious of these is the readily available access to cutting edge technologies that will give a much-needed edge in the constantly progressing, cybernetic world. Similar to B-Unit in the EPA, Erasers and EuroCorp Agents are afforded access to the latest advancements in EuroCorp technology. For this standard uniform, underneath the corporate suit itself is a body-covering, slim exoskeleton of a deep black colour. It is of a synthetic material that not only allows for flexibility, but acts as an absorbent to shock that helps to protect the wearer from ballistic weaponry, while new-model heat-sinks are installed throughout to guard against less conventional laser weaponry. As is the case with all exoskeletons, however, there is only so much sustained attack any suit can take. It is designed not for prolonged combat, but for engagements that suit the fast-paced combat style of the Agent.

On top of this slim bodysuit, an expensive and spotless suit is worn. The cleanliness and pristine nature of this uniform often stands out in the environment, and the uniform is standard across all Erasers.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

N/A

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

EuroCorp pays Agent Pheonix handsomely.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Ezekiel carries a small, activate-able hologram of Emmeline at on his person all times. It is marked with her date of birth. May 17th.

The Future is Now.