[CHAR] Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Active Character Roster by Faction

Freaks, Geeks, and Nobodies

The Night City Police Department

• Looks pretty empty...

Megacorporation Goons

• Theron - Intellitron Corporation

Gangsters and Lowlifes

• Croaks - Colonel's Corner Amphibians

Private Operators

• Scarlett, The Reaper
• Tracy Guiomar
• Nina Ruadh

Reference Material

Lingo, Streetslang, and Terminology

• Booster: A member of a gang that wears leather, uses cyberware, and is partial to random acts of violence.
• Chippin' In: To buy and install cyberware for the first time, to cast your lot with a group, or to connect with a machine.
• Choo (CHOOH²): Alcohol used as fuel for most vehicles with a high burn temperature.
• Choombatta (Choomba): A friend, family member, partner. Usually affiliated with the Neo-African American movement.
• Chrome: Cyberware, usually highly visible and finished in chrome if not plainly metallic.
• Chromer: A rock fan of the "chrome rock" or chromatic rock metal subgenre. Stylized by heavy metal, overuse of electronics, simple rhythms, and excessively violent lyrics.
• Combat Zone: The places the police or corporations will not usually go, controlled by gangs and violently contested.
• Cyberpsycho: A state where a person has so much cybertech in them that they become mentally unstable robotic killing machines due to extreme dysphoria.
• Cybered Up: To have as much cyberware implanted before one goes cyberpsycho, going right up to the "Edge".
• Data Term: Terminals for private or public access, often a streetcorner machine with a screen, keyboard, and Net connection.
• Disk: A laser disk, although it may also refer to floppy or hard disks. Used for records and or recording data.
• Doc: Any reputable, official medical professional or doctor, usually one who implants white cyberware or mends injuries.
• 'Dorphs (Endorphins): Synthetic designer drugs that enhance natural healing, limits fatigue, and creates a second wind.
• Exotics: Humans who have undergone extensive biosculpting and biomodification and have non-human qualities.
• 'Face: Interface to the Net, "jack in" to the machine.
• Feral: Someone with non-human bioware, at times refers to someone suffering from equivalent of cyberpsychosis due to bioware.
• Flatline: To kill, or in reference to a dead person or thing.
• Freak: Any punk or lowlife with excessive amounts of cyberware to purposefully make them outlandish.
• Go LEO: To go Low Earth Orbit and visit a space station.
• Glow: Neon punk lighting, typically in place of regular lighting.
• Handle: A working name or street name, used to obscure identity.
• Hydro (Hydrogen): Hydrogen used as fuel for larger vehicles or industry.
• Jungling: Searching the Combat Zones for scores, trying to get into trouble.
• Input: A girlfriend, female friend with benefits, women in a potentially derogatory way.
• Keyboard: Computer or terminal with an interface deck of some type.
• Media: A face or person with major recognition, attention, and power, usually corporate.
• Net (Internet): The internet at large or possibly a private network.
• Netrun: Interface with the Net for illegal activities, usually hacking.
• Nomad: An outsider to a major city, usually a wastelander, often with little cyberware but extremely violent even by freak standards.
• Output: A boyfriend, male friend with benefits, man in a potentially derogatory way.
• Poly (Polymer One Shot): Low caliber plastic and or polymer pistol, often disposable.
• Poser: A member of a posergang, which is any group where all members have a specific look, style, or bodysculpt job.
• Ripperdoc: An illicit doctor or medical technician who installs grey or black cyberware or dabbles in illegal modification while also providing injury management.
• Rocker: A musician who uses cyberware to broadcast messages while playing, often highly political or social, usually violent.
• Ronin: Free lance gunslinger, killer, mercenary, or assassin, who is considered untrustworthy or has a bad reputation, typically a solo.
• Samurai: A corporate killer or hired gun, usually with a strong positive reputation and high loyalty, often a solo.
• Sculpt Job: A body modification for sake of appearance.
• Solo: A mercenary or gun for hire, often heavily modified by cyberware and schooled in street combat.
• Slammit' On (Slamming It On): To get needlessly violent, to attack unprovoked.
• Stuffit (Stuff It): Having sex, alternatively to say to forget about something.
• Tech: Technology, usually referring to premium or quality cyberware.
• The Street: Where you live, where you go at night, the underground and subcultures.
• The Zoo: The place where all the freaks and punks gather, often contested territory and or neutral territory in the Combat Zone.

Corporations, Factions, and Organizations

• Brandish: A grey market purveyor of dubiously legal street weapons that are mostly non-lethal. Notorious for being easy to modify or conceal, they are the poor man's option, or for places where lethal weapons are forbidden such as many clubs or gang territories.
• Cobalt: A firearm manufacturer that specializes in heavy caliber firearms meant to penetrate armor. Characterized by large, blockish, black polymer weapons that are magazine fed and usually carried by corporate security. Standard quality products with renowned resilience, but poor style.
• Cylife: A corporation that produces externally worn cyberware, most often clothing. Places a large emphasis on style over substance and panders to the most gaudy or extreme freaks on the Street. Easily identified by neon glow and black.
• GENX Biomedical: A subcorporation for GENitiX Biomedical International, specializes in costly biosculpting and bioware. High to medium tier products, otherwise considered entry-level for anyone dabbling in heavy non-cyberware modification. Offers limited, but notable genetic engineering and alterations.
• Graff-Stein Research Laboratory: A private national research laboratory that offers bioware, often through contract only. Notable for fielding slight variants or test versions of its products in place of selling them, the exchange being field data. Legendarily tight-lipped about its methods, often more a joke than anything else and thought to keep most major advancements from this practice to only the corporate elite.
• Re-Human: A quasi-organization and corporation hybrid that develops top grade bioware and does only very in-depth biosculpting through genetic modification. Considers itself the "enlightened" edge of biological editing in contrast to cyberware, but offers entry level to full conversions and is generally regarded as overpriced.

Environments, Locations, and Places

• Night City: One of the largest metropolises in North America, stretching across all of the West Coast, covered in sprawl and rife with crime. A corporate city of warring factions.

[Hekazu]

Croaks, of the Colonel's Corner Amphibians

Name: Miquel Borges Mão de Ferro Santos, though everybody knows him as "Croaks"

Appearance: Croaks is a large man, despite him lacking any easily visible cybernetics and having not gone through any biografting. His small victory in the genetics lottery did make him taller and more muscular than your average Combat Zone kid though, and when times are rough one has got to count all the blessings they can get. While on the ground, he most often dresses in paramilitary style cargo pants of jungle camouflage style, coupled with heavy black boots, all the while he covers his upper body with a manila string vest. If he is expecting gunfights, he might exchange the stuff for kevlar his gang had bought from good Lieutenant, but he prefers not to.

His hair is kept short, and the river keeps it dyed in its dirty colour. For his skin, the man is tan as his Portuguese heritage would suggest, but with how little sun keeps coming down here it is not anything too impressive.

When doing stuff underwater, he tosses on a black wetsuit with a few yellow stripes on the side, or stripes that once were yellow anyway. The polluted river has made its toll on those. Like any self respecting diver, he will also be seen wearing flippers and an oxygen mask, using a small waist mounted air tank for what he needs. The gigs don't usually take that long. It's better that way.

Cyberware:

• Neuralware
  • Neuralware Processor (Allows any other neuralware to function)
  • Low-end Kerenzikov Reflex booster (Enhances reaction time barely noticeably, but it is there)
• Implants
  • Adrenal Booster (Used to pump more adrenaline in the works for enhanced combat capability. Good for three uses/day.)

Weapons:
On dry land:

• A "surplus" NCPD favoured bullpup submachinegun of questionable origin. Quite similar to its predecessor FN P90, it fires at 900 shots per minute but thanks to the ammunition used being caseless as is the way of the age, the magazine can fit double the bullets, that being 100. Croaks's gun has been painted over with a paint that gives it an oily appearance, as if recently fished out from the river.
• A serrated knife, serration added by himself onto some nice knife he picked up on one of his river lorry raids. Nothing too special about it.

Underwater:

• Marinetech 1765 Harpoon Gun, usually reserved to licensed combat divers. Croaks calls his "Boltcaster".
  Quite a bit more lethal than the usual gun underwater, but much too heavy and clunky to really be of any use outside of water.

Armour: While Croaks prefers to not bother, when the time comes he does toss on a cop grade kevlar vest, and sometimes even changes his pants for the lightly armoured sort. Of course, neither of these are an option when he goes diving. Then it is just the wetsuit and what little protection a rebreather and goggles offer.

Background: Croaks belongs to one of the many gangs in the Night City Combat Zones, and is actually a rather high ranking member of the "Colonel's Corner Amphibians" as they call themselves, based on the fact that around the spot they do most of their work in, at the curve of the river, one can see the neon sign of a bar called Colonel's Corner far above. Croaks is one of the two leader figures of the gang, the other one being Ribby, the nickname belonging to someone Croaks can only call a brother from another mother.

Their gang is small, but as a result quite tightly wound, but small numbers are a big drawback when one takes into account that they need a large headcount or big guns to protect one's turf down here in the slums. Thankfully enough, the saving angel in the for of the crooked Lt. Davison appeared and supplied them for the longest time. Only to vanish in their time of need.

Now that guns and ammo are both running a bit low, there is no other option than to either look for another salesman or find the old one anew. Hopefully without the rest of the gang losing the turf in the meantime. It would get plenty awkward if he needed to try and get the things he was holding for people out of the river until the watchful eye of his rivals.

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

Mark Theron

Solo, Intellitron Corporation "Hunter"

Name: Mark Theron
Appearance: For all intents and purposes Theron is outwardly as human as one might come, at least at a cursory glance of physique and build, although as much is suspect in the age of internalized cybernetics and cosmetic alteration. However, rather than being trimmed in chrome and lined with hardware, Theron is a rehash, a chimera, a "splicer", an exotic, all thanks to the handiwork of microscopic machines and a bit of genetic tinkering and biological trickery to biosculpt. As it goes, it isn't that his athleticism or ability is innate to him, rather it was put there like any other mod, just much more even and throughout. Part of that makes him deceptively human, but there are some clues on the surface he isn't untouched; Theron is too anatomically improved without hardware bolted on to be legitimate. People are not just normally faster, stronger, or more resilient without a good throw of the dice from their parents and probably more than a little training added in. Theron on the other hand is what happens when you decide to throw some of the wilder things into the mix.

The end result is that Theron is lean, as tall as any other man, perhaps a bit taller, and has an abnormally defined build throughout that is uncannily limber, and pocked with too few scars for his own good despite his occupation. Though of course he has a few distinct novelties built in, the kind people do notice; night eyes of the amber variety, retractile rippers, skin grafts and the like, all the thing one does when they want to make an identity for themselves while having too much credit and faith in an employer offering upgrades. Fortunately, he's a bit older now, a bit wiser. Unfortunately, Theron is not all that much better off, but at least he's kept his penchant for having his near-black crew cut and avoiding balding while not being too pale. There's some perks to being an exotic after all, even if not all of you is human throughout anymore.

Unlike the stereotyped ronin or enforcer, Theron opts to avoid the duster and camouflage. Granted he isn't far off of course, preferring black, polished combat boots, grey battle pants, fingerless weighted gloves, smoked polarized adjusting sunglasses, and headed off by a false leather armored jacket. Woven with fiber-optic cable and integrated lighting, it makes for a nice addition anywhere where the air is hazy and simultaneously all too dark and garnished with garish vibrant pinks, yellows, blues, or violet. Of course one could always turn off the lighting, which is at least half of the appeal for when you need to look somewhat professional.

Cyberware:

• Bioware
  • Biosculpting
    • GENX Biomedical Apex Sculpt¹ (Genetic external cosmetic physique and condition improvement, includes pronounced features. Animal donor basis.)
    • GENX Biomedical "Chimera" Template (Viral Modification) (Genetic internal template, allows cross-species grafting, alters base genetic code.)
  • Audio
    • Graff-Stein Research Laboratory "Clairaudience" (Amplified hearing, supersonic, subsonic ranges.)
  • Grafts
    • Re-Human Stage I (Muscle Graft) (Enhanced muscular strength, endurance. Growth hormone, animal donor basis.)
    • Re-Human Stage I (Muscle and Bone Lace) (Viral Modification) (Enhanced muscular and bone strength, endurance, amplification. Organic variant, growth hormone, animal donor basis.)
    • Re-Human Stage I (Nervous Augmentation) (Viral Modification) (Enhanced passive reflexes, reaction. Compare to Kerenzikov Reflex Booster neuralware. Organic variant.)
    • Unlisted Retractile Claws¹ (Compare to generic ripper cyberweapons, animal donor basis. Organic variant.)
  • Immunity
    • Unlisted Metabolism Accelerator¹ (Viral Modification) (Improved healing rate, disease resistance, energy output, metabolic reserve. Shortened life expectancy, increased consumption demands, atypical circulatory and respiratory behavior, animal donor basis. Compare to Enhanced Antibodies.)
  • Olfactory
    • GENX Biomedical "Hunter" Boost (Enhanced perception, tracking by scent. Compare to Olfactory Boost. Organic variant.)
  • Optical
    • GENX Biomedical "Eyeshine" Night-Eyes (See in dim light, near-total darkness. Retinal retroreflector. Amber, predator variant, animal donor basis. Compare to Low Lite^TM cyberoptic.)

_{1 = Grey bioware, cross-species hack, unauthorized tampering with patent(s).}

Weapons:

• Brandish Fingerless Weighted Gloves (Kevlar reinforced, knuckle weighted and polymer capped, fingerless model. Finished in black pseudo-leather.)
• Cobalt M31 Heavy Pistol (Gas-operated, semiautomatic, twelve round, magazine fed, 11mm handgun. Designed to fire tungsten penetrator caseless ammunition. Highly effective against armor and cover, less effective on soft targets due to lacking hollow point ammunition and its over-penetration. Features integrated reflex sight and tritium optic, hand and trigger guard, black polymer finish.)

Armour:

• Cylife "Urban Jungle" False Jacket (Protective light Kevlar jacket, finished in black pseudo-leather, capable of stopping most handgun and submachine gun rounds. Passes for regular leather jacket, but features integrated Synthskin and Biomonitor, both of which are controlled on the sleeves.)

Background: Mark Theron did not so much chip in as he "spliced in", trading far more plentiful, available cyberware for the sort of thing that turns a man inside out and messes with all of the little details deep down inside them. Of course this was easy, everything is when you can pay for it, no matter how deviant the purchase is, and rest assured getting biosculpted at the genetic level into a chimera, a muddied mess of human and animal, is pretty deviant even if it is not obvious as with other exotics. The reward of course for the deviancy was being ahead of the averaged jacked up, glinting booster, yet Theron was far from finished.

What came next was a venture into the criminal underground, first as a hand for hire, rather another added gun for the fight in the Combat Zones of Night City. While this afforded Theron a few more tweaks and augments through the grey market, things that "just so happened" to end up for sale outside their clinics, it wasn't enough. What Theron was looking for cost handily, but at least now he had a base to work from and a reputation. GENX Biomedical, the same ones who provided a number of his earlier augments, were offering work and incentives in place of euros, and it helped to already be on file for their side of the Net. For an aspiring solo, this was an opportunity too good to ignore.

Though like everything good, it never lasted forever. No matter how competitive one remains, everyone is replaceable, and Mark Theron was no exception. GENX Biomedical reorganized not long after and swept away anyone their corporation considered non-essential. While norm for Night City, it set the man back further than desired. Months were spent doing what he had done before in the shallow end of the pool until the Intellitron Corporation decided it needed something more subtle, more atypical, more unexpected and low-key. The type of contracted agent who didn't look like he had seen one too many ripperdocs or stuck too many 'dorphs into what few non-wired veins they still had. What they needed were hunter-killers in one, contracted out to those who could go just about anywhere and complete either role, and Mark Theron was one.

In short order, ending that stint of wandering the street and its Combat Zones again with nothing but animal cunning and some experience, the Intellitron Corporation had another Hunter, and only fitting it was a man who was at least some notable percent leopard. As expected the first few marks went smoothly enough, some hunting and observation, others with a dash of finishing the work. What came next however, was another sealed document, nothing digital, about a Night City Police Department lieutenant by the name of Davison, working for Murkywater Security. And while it was clear there was only two reasonable contractors for the Intellitron Corporation to be directed by in this matter, something else was at play...

Corporations working through proxies don't offer incentives in place of pay.

[SleepingSilence]

Scarlett, The Reaper

Name: Madeleine Caddik

Nickname/Given Name: Scarlett

Occupation: Reaper. They act as repossessors, cars, merchandise, body parts, cybernetics and sometimes whole people. Needing the ability to find people, or the merchandise they’re after, using both human and computer information. Good with general awareness and being streetwise. Using intimidation and persuasion tactics, tracking and shadowing others. Able to pick locks and deal with electronic security. Proficiency with martial arts and handguns.

Appearance: She stood 6' 0" tall, has narrow shoulders, an average torso and C-cup breasts, a thin waistline, bony hips, and lengthy legs. She once had dark brown hair that was long and curly, that was elaborately styled. She had a round face, a short chin, hollow cheeks, and pointed ears. Her eyebrows are smooth, and her almond-shaped, amber colored eyes. Her nose was small and she had full lips and had perfectly healthy teeth. Without having any tattoos, or piercings. But that was before being covered in 3rd degree burns and after enduring an intense and extensive surgery...

She now looked entirely inhuman and more like an anthropomorphic wolf in nearly every feature. A rare manifestation even in Night City, which causes her to appear larger and rather intimidating, with thick reddish fur and sporting some monstrous-looking sharp fangs. For her Reaper job, she adorns a particularly crafted helmet which is worn partially because nobody else should be privileged enough to see her face. Dressed in black and covert clothing that had to be specifically sewn to fit her animalistic body. Having holsters on her hips to carry her two pistols. Her indoor fashion is chosen solely by her owner, often wearing nothing at all disregarding her personal choice.

Fashionware/Cyberlimbs:

• LupaForm Major Package: Pointed ears, dog-nose & eyes, fangs, synthskin, muzzle, tail, digitigrade legs, fur.

Implants:

• Modified Life Scan Body Monitor Plus: Effectively a tracker that helps any attempts at first aid and measures the proper level of needed medication. Makes her vitals known and how hurt she may become and is programmed to send hired medical help in dangerous situations.
• Contraceptive Implant: Good for 5 years. 98% effective.
• Stutter Chipping: Working as an auto-aim, and stops her from shooting those programmed to be her allies.

Weapons (Carried):

• Two M970 Beretta’s (No additional modifications. 9mm barrel, 18 shots.) Her ability with firearms allows her to fire at a distance farther than your average marksman, and is fairly accurate even when using both guns simultaneously.

Occasionally given by her employer for tasks:

• Proximity Mine (These mines use ultrasonic or infrared motion detectors and detonates whenever they sense movement within a 3m radius, doing damage to everything within 7m.)

Armour:

• No body armor, but fireproof resistance material on her clothing that she wears on the job.
• Bullet Reflective Helmet (specially fitted for her body): Equipped with a video camera. (2 hours of footage, Good Quality. No audio. Concealed on top front of the helmet.)

Background: Madeleine was an orphan child. Abandoned as an infant, wrapped in a blanket inside a wooden basket, laid down by the door underneath the pale moonlight. Raised by several priests from the Roman Catholic Holy Angels Church within Sector A2 Northside of Night City. Her youth was wholesome as possible in such a dangerous and crime riddled area. Spending a majority of her time there and helping out with the soup kitchen and aiding the sheltered homeless. During that time she meet and sympathetically befriended another parentless boy, slightly older than her, that seemed to be purposely avoided for deeply disturbing the others.

She disregarded everyone else’s contemptuousness, though they shared very little in common aside from circumstances. He would talk to people as if they weren’t human, but primordial beings or an animal. He was kind toward her, but addressed her in a tone you’d imagine speaking to your pet. But she played along, taking his offensive and misanthropy charitably, as entirely harmless quirk due his loneliness. His developing affection and desire went beyond the platonic for her throughout their time together, promising to save her life too one day. But soon after that proclamation, the boy had disappeared the following morning and never returned.

All while being secretly trained for firearm and hand to hand self-defense by a younger priest, finding it necessary to direct her through a specific course if she was expected to survive. His lessons left an impression and stuck to her like wet cement. Her rejection and dislike of cyberware modifications grew as she aged, getting into mischief and immoral behavior the more days she spent outside the church. Her teen years were spent fighting the priests wanting her to stay the innocent girl they raised, a misguided and failed hope. Finally becoming an adult and surrounding herself with many fair-weather friends, who'd waste their lives partying, smashing stuff, smoking and drinking in excess. Despite previously and repeatedly rejecting those drugs, consuming enough drinks convinced her that just a single pill wouldn't hurt, later she woke up in bed with a stranger. Her first and final experience with drug use...

Weeks passed before discovering that she was pregnant. This presumed tragedy, became a blessing in disguise. Getting in contact with the stranger, ending up becoming star-crossed lovers. Both moving into an apartment complex together. Ironically, her boyfriend was a mechanical genius, working on cyberware creations to benefit the downtrodden, getting the glory in the aftermath. He didn’t have a real job, but having his grandparents quite lucrative inheritance, they never needed to worry about funds. He even took out a life insurance policy for their future as a family.

Her contract job involved teaching mixed martial arts combat, target practice and self defense. Always complimented for her talents, believing she'd reached an expert status in firearms. But sharing the sin of vanity along with her significant other, using the money to afford the best natural makeup to look attractive to her boyfriend. Additional benefits of being the center of attention wherever they went. It was some of the greatest months of her life, but the miscarriage was beginning of taking a turn for the worse. She began to feel like someone was following her everywhere. Things also became a little strange between the two of them. He stopped wanting to have sex, despite her pleas to try again.

He was hiding a grim secret, he’d been a gambling addict and he hadn’t paid any debt. She learned after he was beaten senseless and threatened his loved ones were next, watching horrified from the window. He assured her that he had plenty off wealth and that he’d take care of it, winning her over by professing that he wanted a baby. Unbeknownst to her boyfriend hired people to kill these men and that was his fatal mistake. Spending a long stretch in safety, forgetting of the foreboding danger. During a passionate night, something crashed through their window and the molotov cocktails caused an inferno of fire and smoke blasted out. Fortunately occupying the bathroom at the time, the flames were still intense and growing out of control. She was quickly rescued by several strangers breaking the door and barraging in, she was the only thing inside the apartment not burned to a crisp...

Her memories of the following days were a hazy blur. Remembering lying on a cold steel operating table, her whole body had been charred and left her disfigured. She undertook a strenuous and pervasive surgery without her consent, that completely altered her appearance that required an extended recovery. She discovered that the odd boy she lost touch with a long time ago, had struck it rich and became a powerful and influential man, through nefarious means she still hasn’t learned. Somehow leading a loyal criminal gang, operating from a relatively unknown base that she'd be residing in, becoming her new home whether she liked it or not. He admitted that he was trying to relentlessly track her down for years, and has been subsequently stalking her movements from the shadows. On this fateful day, finally fulfilling his promise by saving her life and molding her into a self-described beautiful image that he felt reflected her true nature. He simply demanded for her indentured servitude in return, by teaching her to become a Reaper.

She didn’t have much of a choice, becoming what she loathed and spending time training and getting used to her new look and humiliating role. Experiencing things she’d rather forget for years until the horrendous changed into the mundane. Her life irreversibly changed with her kind-hearted action in past only giving her a twisted reminder of how the world works. Restrained by sometimes a literal chain around her neck, living a shell of the life she once enjoyed. Feeling like a phantom going through life no longer wanting to live, but fearing death kept her grounded. Only a futile purpose remained, getting revenge for her boyfriend's murder that destroyed her chance at happiness.

That was the short of it. Nowadays, she just spent ‘quality time’ with her owner and performed any desired task for meager reward in return, becoming rather good at her Reaper work over the years as her sole consolation prize. Her personal relationship with Lieutenant Davidson was tenuous at best, only hearing about him in passing between other members she’d been forced to cooperate with from time to time. But the gang she worked for underneath and her ‘owner’ had interminable interaction with them, primarily in an antagonist scope, with many things that Davidson sold was supposedly stolen property of theirs or allies that they were frequently required to repossess. His disappearance was apparently important enough to shift their focus on finding the man and repossessing him. Scarlett just happened to be the perfect one suited for that job...

[Terminal]

Tracy Guiomar

That shady nervous guy.

"I do not have the time or nerves for your drama right this second, ok?"

Tracy

Name: Tracy Guiomar
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Occupation: Busybody

Description

Tracy stands approximately 1.77 meters or 5'10 feet tall. His complexion is pale, his build is lanky and emaciated, and he wears very worn clothing with holes in a few places. His hair is mud-brown and scraggly, falling down to his shoulders and poorly kept. His face is bony, and while there are hints of what might have once been handsome, fox-like features, his skin now hangs drawn taut across his skull. He is gaunt and possesses a sickly pallor. Readily identified by the off-color blue duffel-bag always slung around his shoulder, it is easy to identify Tracy as indigent or homeless at first or fifteenth glance.

Cyberware: Absolute nothing. Tracy is pure flesh and bone, so it would seem.
Equipment: Nothing but the clothes on his back and a duffle-bag filled with more clothes. He does not even carry a wallet. The nerve of this guy.

Background & Notes

You have not the faintest idea what this guy's history is. He seems vaguely familiar for some reason, although you cannot quite put your finger on why. Searching for his name turns up nothing. He claims to have been an informant for Lieutenant Davidson, although he does not seem to actually know anything about the Lieutenant and seems hard-pressed to even describe the man when pressed, and nobody else in the department seems to have known him.

Despite practically being a non-person, he seems rather resourceful. He seems to breath corporate policy and legalese when it's convenient, he knows an awful lot of people (who have never seen or met him before), and he seems rather familiar with the streets and slums of Night City. His normal demeanor is most generously described as vigilant and most accurately described as paranoid and twitchy, not to mention oddly desperate, but on occasion he is capable of bluffing his way past security checkpoints and into gang hideouts (he claims that he has theatrical education and once aspired to be a thespian, though you are not sure you believe that).

He has no formal training or any kind of combat experience that you are aware of, and his nervous disposition makes something of a boot-licker out of him whenever his acting fails him. He fights like a snake - that is to say, only when cornered and he prefers to wound and flee rather than stick around and tough it out. His twitchiness also seems to be indicative of some unusually amped-up reflexes, right on the cusp of what somebody with wiring might have. It is dangerous to startle or panic him, but he is not really threatening in a fight.

[LeeRoy]

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[13org]

Nina Ruadh

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Nina Ruadh

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

21

Gender:

Female

Ocupation:

Information Runner, but actually does a little bit of everything.

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

Fiery red hair, hazel eyes and a delicately white skin coupled with an cute and pretty face, Nina is surely an eye candy. Standing at 1,68m, her athletic body has almost perfect dimensions, so much that it's almost that it was carefully calculated. An agile and compact build. While some say that it's not as pretty or 'alluring' as other women with big breasts and large hips, those who know how to look can see the beauty behind her body.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Nina is a happy girl, despite everything that happened to her. Always with a smile on her face, she loves company, has a tendency to always see the good side of everything and is rather flirty regarding members of the opposite sex who earns her attention. Just like her hair though, she has quite the fiery temperament. With strong opinions, she isn't the type of woman who would go back on her own words or flee from an argument. Despite this fact, she is extremely smart and very rarely looses her temper enough to impair her logical thinking. Ironically enough, the best way to extract information from her is by being friendly. Around those whom she considers being her 'friends' she is sometimes careless regarding information that should be confidential.

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

Born in a relatively wealthy family, Nina was always an incredibly smart girl. Being gifted with both a healthy and athletic body and smarts, she quickly made a name for herself in the academic community due to her innovative ideas of using bioware technics, concepts and technology together with cyberware. Due to that, as soon as she graduated herself, she was almost immediately showered with offers to work in megacorps. The young Nina, not knowing how serious was working for a big megacorp, simply accepted the one that paid a good amount of money and gave her a bit of freedom for her to tinker with expensive tech without taking it off from her paycheck.

Fortunately for the big megacorp that hired her, Nina didn't care much at all about anything other than simply having enough money to buy all the high tech 'toys' (aka: very expensive and potentially dangerous stuff) to tinker with and to have enough free time for her hobbies (that, excluding things that were related to her work, included gymnastics, swimming & etc.) All in all, Nina was just a young, naive girl in the cruel, ruthless world of the megacorps. Being purposedly left in the dark regarding what the company was doing with her technology, for a relatively long time, she didn't really care that much. It wasn't like she didn't suspected her technology was being used in weapons (she even designed some weapons herself in her free time) but she never expected it would come back to bite her one day.

For a long time, Nina managed to live away from the dirt and corruption that were everywhere. Protected by the very megacorp she worked at as a way to keep her just as naïve and oblivious to what was happening and simply continue creating new tech, she only came to realize that there was something wrong when she was kidnapped one day when she was on her way to the work and ordered to reveal the secrets of her technology to a rival megacorp under gunpoint. Obviously, to have such valuable information given to others would potentially mean the downfall of any corp. So instead of trying to save Nina, they instead... tried to silence her by sending a samurai to get rid of her by exploding the building she was being kept hostage at.

The assassination was believed to be successful, resulting in a big explosion that was masked as an accident related with fuel/gas. Unknowingly to the samurai, Nina was somehow... still alive. Awakening after a long time unconscious, she found herself barely alive, bleeding profusely and unable to stand up. In shock, Nina tried to shout for help, but nothing came out from her mouth. Crawling her way out of the ruined building, she tried her best to get some help, but she passed out due to the blood loss the moment she got out of it.

Some time passed and she found herself waking up in a hospital bed. Fortunately for Nina, she somehow managed to survive, but not without grave injuries. Metal shrapnel and the explosion itself completely ruined her legs beyond repair, severing nerves and breaking her femur to multiple pieces. Multiple metal fragments had also penetrated her chest. Amongst them, two became deeply lodged within her heart, damaging it and making it able to work only with a fraction of its previous efficiency. Although she was not in risk of dying anymore, her condition was still... very bad. Walking was simply impossible due to her wounds and any physical effort would quickly cause further complications due to her debilitated heart.

The following months after the accident were incredibly tough for Nina. With her own body ruined, she spent all her savings in the black market. Getting tech now that she wasn't affiliated with a megacorp anymore and was believed to be dead wasn't that easy. After some time, Nina managed to rebuild her legs and replace her heart. Finally after months of agonizing mental and emotional torture, Nina could finally feel 'whole' again. All the nerve wrecking stress that had piled up those months was finally going away. But that wasn't the end of all that. Nina couldn't go back to her old life anymore. She wasn't supposed to be alive and she had just enough credit to feed her for a few month after all the modifications... The only two things she knew to do were parkour and gymnastics and being a cybernetic specialist. Selling her tech on the black market wasn't an option because she was afraid someone would recognize who she was so she turned to the only alternative that she had found... Working as an information runner... She knew that being an information runner in the underworld was a dangerous job, so she started training on how to defend herself. Unarmed combat by using her new legs and her speed, hand to hand combat with knife and marksmanship with the crossbow of her own design.

After all that happened, Nina wasn't a naïve, defenseless girl anymore... The accident, being kidnapped and living in the underworld changed her. She knew how cruel the world could be and she would do whatever she needed to do to survive. Little by little, she became known as a very reliable information runner, able to deliver even dangerous and highly sought after packages. The few people who tried something funny to her also were quickly dispatched, making those who knew her to not let her cheerful behavior and pretty face to fool them.

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):
» Combat Knife

A normal, military type combat knife. Extremely sharp and reliable, but other than that, no special features.

» Custom made Crossbow

Semi auto, magazine fed crossbow built by Nina herself. The custom made parts and the exotic design makes it easy to wield and move around with. Silent, accurate and deadly, it boasts an unusually long range for a crossbow, being possible to use it even in long range shots without loss of accuracy due to the elongated barrel. All in all, it resembles a weird hybrid between a rifle and a crossbow.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Lightweight armor plating resembling a suit. Aiming to offer a good protection without weighting down the user.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛ware:

• Speedware (Sandevistan) reflex booster + Boostmaster.
• Muscle & Bone Enhancement (Grafted muscle, bone and muscle lace.)
• Variable-Chambered Heart & Hemological Replacement.
• Gyro-Stabilizer.
• Bio-cybernetic legs (Made/modified by herself, based off speeding bullet legs) & Talon feet.

» Cyberware Explanation

Focusing more in speed and agility than brute strength, the main point of her bodily modifications is to further enhance what she was so proud of before suffering the accident that ruined her legs: her agility, dexterity, balance and speed. The talon feet give her legs a surprisingly high combat capability while also helping her to climb & run through difficult terrain.

The custom made legs are part cybernetic, part biologic. No one knows why she didn't just amputated her legs and simply made a fully cybernetic legs, some say it was just a whim. Maybe as a way to say she didn't completely loose her legs and technically, they were still her original legs, which she was so proud of.

While her legs aren't affected by EMPs or jamming due to their bio-tech design, they are significantly 'harder' to repair than normal cybernetic legs due to how complicated their construction is, requiring something akin to an 'operation' (unfortunately, Nina is basically the only one who knows how they were built so it's improbable that others can fix them). The fact that her own blood runs through the bio cybernetic legs only make things worse, as blood loss can and will be a problem if left untreated. The light armor she uses on her legs protect her against some things, but anything bigger than a smg will probably go straight through them.

Thanks to her variable chambered heart, hemological replacement and relatively fast metabolism, especially when running, toxins, poisons and drugs are incredibly effective on her, acting and spreading much faster on her body. Lack of oxygen can also become a problem to Nina, especially on areas with too much smoke.

[Jollan]

Jarred Greaves

Name: Jarred Greaves
Appearance:

body

clothes

Personality:
Pretty carefree and mischievous, often putting his nose where it doesn't belong. One of the few things he doesn't care for discussing is his body, which he makes sure to never reveal to anyone. Although he is a bit of a joker, it doesn't keep him from knowing when to act a bit more serious.

Cyberware:

• Neuralware
  • Echo Vision - Sonar feed that uses inaudible rapid sonar pings that feed a monocolor real world image into his mind in place of his eyes. Cheaper than replacing his eyes, these pulses are directional to which way he is facing to create a visual cone similar to human eyes.
  • Nerve processor - enables movement and function of all non-organic replacement parts as if it wear his own body. linked to the brain
• Implants
  • Vial storage - stores different vials of fluid needed for his body to function, including nutrition, lubrication, and another compartment for emergency power cells.
  • Kinetic charger - charges his internal power cell through movement.
  • Maintenence ports - a number of ports throughout his body for mainenance fluids, a battery port, and a charging port.
  • Artificial vocal chords
• Bioware
  • Skinweave - medium strength white skinweave that defend up to most pistol and revolver cartridges from doing major damage, however internal damage may still occur. covers all except his face which is just a regular breathable cloth covering.
• Cyberaudio
  • Cyberdrums - replacement eardrums that he can adjust the volume on.
  • Radio scanner - can listen in on radio broadcasts from simple music stations to secure frequencies in his left ear if he turns it on.
• Cyberlimbs
  • prosthetic left leg. Simple design and just handles standard human movement, no frills.
  • Left prosthetic arm houses a large capacitor in the forearm. Was a standard arm prosthetic until modified by Jarred. Touching his thumb to his ring and pinky finger make a connection to turn on a small generator in his arm that charges up the capacitor that will unleash its charge to anything that arcs through the tips of his index and middle finger, creating a high voltage stun gun essentially.

Weapons:

• Dual stack 1911 (.45) with one standard 15 round magazine for ease of carrying and two 30 round extended magazines. Has an ergonomic grip, and night sights. Holstered under his left arm under his jacket with the two spare mags under his right.
• Sawed off over and under 12 gauge shotgun with the stock cut down to the grip holstered to his right thigh loaded with buckshot. He has a pouch for extra shells at his back right hip that holds 16 more buckshot in red shells and 8 slugs in a yellow shells.
• Main rifle is an all weather 45/70 lever action rifle. It is modified to to fold in half so that he can conceal it under his coat and behind his back in a sheath he made for it. It also has a modified feed tube that carries four chambers of four cartridges loaded in each chamber. After four shots he rotates to a new chamber and continues. To reload, he releases the tube, stores it, and replaces it with another. He has a total of four tubes, all four holstered in a left thigh rig. He keeps around 10 extra extreme penetration rounds on the left side of his belt, normally used for taking out large game, like elephants, or in his case, heavily armored targets.
• K-bar combat knife sheathed horizontally behind his back, under his coat and attached to his belt.

Gear:

• gas mask with air tank that he can turn on and off for either hazardous or underwater use, otherwise just uses filters which he only places on when needed, carries three.
• Small palm computer with a multi port for varied connections. Has a small screen and fold out keyboard, mainly used for hacking into computers. He uses this instead of an integral device so that if he is counter hacked, it wont be his body that gets hacked.
• Pouch with various tools in it that he carries around to do maintenance on his body.

Armour: None aside from his skinweave.

Background:
Jarred grew up with a love for creating things and working with computers, becoming a young prodigy when it came to engineering and programming before even going into college. He quickly got a job at a minor corporation in prosthetic development called Paramount Prosthetics. When noticing the quality of his creations, another larger company tried contacting Jarred to come work for them. This didn't sit well with the one he already worked with, and they devised a way to try to keep the rights to his work for good. One day, on the way to showcase some of his work, the autopilot vehicle took a turn through a seedier part of town, and the vehicle was bombed by what seemed to be random thugs looking to steal some tech. It turned out that they were actually hired by the CEO of the corporation he worked for. The plan was to kill him in what seemed to be an unfortunate accident, blaming the outlaws for trying to steal tech as their alibi. The explosion should have killed him, leaving very little of his body left. However, a ripperdoc from the corporation he was thinking about joining found him first, who was on the way to his place of work with an armed team to 'extract him' from his old company. Tipped off by a paid informant, they knew to find him here instead. Luckily for them, all they had to do was deal with a few run of the mill outlaw trash to get to him. The doc ended up putting him back together, what was left anyway, and recreate the majority of his body artificially. Though none of it was fancy, and it would require upkeep, the tech implanted into him should keep him alive for now. In return, the ripperdoc wanted him to go into the combat zones and acquire whatever high cost or valuable scrap from other corporations he could from the area so that he could bring it back and try to reverse engineer their tech. He threatened Jarred owed his life to the corporation's service since they saved him, that if he didn't the doc would blow him sky high, informing him of an explosive inside of him that ran a system check regularly for the parts he placed in him. If any were missing during that check, 'boom'.

For the time being, Jarred agreed. However, a few months went by, and Jarred had put more and more research into figuring out the ins and outs of the bomb inside him during his off time. When the doc wasn't around, Jarred snuck into his office and hacked into his old computer, stealing any data the doc had on him. With the information he found, he was able to access the coding for the bomb using administrative rights to keep it from thinking someone else accessed it, and shortly after deactivating it, he removed it from his body. With a little time to spare, he ended up tinkering with the bomb a bit more before leaving. While he walked out the door of the main building, the doc was returning, cussing him out for still being here instead of out collecting more scrap. The Doc continued saying he was lucky that he hadn't detonated the bomb in him yet. Jarred apologized and started leaving in a hurry. It wasn't till he was about a block away that he knew the doc had accessed his computer, because when he did, there was a large explosion blowing out a few windows on the floor the doc's office was on. Sounded like freedom to him. Now, time to go find some old friends from work... but first, back to the combat zone for some.... supplies.

[Sadko]

Detective Samed Karga

"A man must have a code."

Appearance:
Standing at 5’6, Sam is a heavyset and languid looking man, with unkempt black hair and an iron stubble hiding old scars. The gravity of too many worries had tugged prematurely on his features, imparting a care-worn look that belied his razor-sharp determination to see things through. The Turk consistently keeps an idle, somber expression, with his gaze lazily drifting about. Some people have an impression of him as an unattentive sluggard -- something which couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Cyberware:
Over the years of his service in NCPD, Samed has become nigh obsessed with spending his own money on under-the-table body modifications to go above and beyond his duty. Most of these are minor, cheap devices that are nevertheless quite useful when investigating crimes. Though he is fond of these upgrades, he doesn’t forget about the possibility of cyberpsychosis and its’ dire consequences. The day they ask him to register and attend cybertherapy will be the day he puts a bullet in his head.

• Fashionware
  • A cheap subdermal biomon of Taiwanese origin that also functions as a timepiece. Out of solely mischievous concerns he has learned the numbers in Mandarin and perceives time in the language. This sometimes proves as useful as it is confusing.
• Neuralware
  • Neuralware Processor, regular NCPD-issue.
  • Olifactory Boost, a handy boon when you are a police detective prowling the city streets and need to track down a smelly psycho borg.
  • Neural ULF Transceiver that allows Sam to receive and transmit voice-messages and small volumes of data over a range of 15 km. Regularly glitches, no matter how much the ripperdocs tinker over it. Nevertheless, he makes use of the device.
• Implants
  • Nasal Filter.
  • Subdermal pocket just below his armpit, used for storing things one would want to hide from the crooks of Night City’s underbelly. Especially if you’re a cop.
• Cyberoptics
  • Low-end basic module he haggled from a Russian seller. Absolutely useless for more expensive visual options, so he crammed it chock full of minor but crafty things.
  • Microoptics for zooming in and inspecting evidence and whatnot. The software isn’t meshing well with his outdated cybermodule patch, so he uses it sparingly.
  • LowLite Sensors to see in dimly lit areas.
  • Digital Camera, shoots up to twenty images. Compatible with the Neural ULF Transceiver, but takes up a hefty amount of space in the module, eating up much of the processing power.
• Cyberaudio
  • Voice Stress Analyzer - by default something a police detective needs when interrogating a suspect. The wiring is a tad shoddy and it annoys Sam to no end when he hears the device analyzing his own voice.

Weapons:

• NCPD-issued 720 Moderatus firearm
• Izhmash PP-19 medium submachinegun, used for when there's no other option. Usually carried by parts and assembled when needed.
• Scion-Tech Loafer, an inexpensive and ugly sedan. No armor whatsoever, decent GPS system. Useless for driving off-road. Only safe for use within city-limits. No matter what, Sam loves this car.
• Serrated knife hidden in his boot.

Armour: Usually clad in a hard, dark synth leather coat, he’s one of the few cops to sacrifice protection for mobility and the inconspicuous guise of a bar regular and street vagrant. His leather belt pouch contains a multitude of pocket credit transfer devices and chips, zip ties, fake passcards and cell handles, utility tools to unscrew and disassemble devices and low-level security installations on the go.

For matters of particular importance, he requests a full surveillance kit of digicameras, mikes and tracers from the NCPD technical arsenal. Key word here is request, because management doesn’t always back him up on his investigatory ventures. When he has to go on a risky mission, he wears a ballistic vest underneath the leather coat.

Background: Born in the Boston-Atlantic Metropolitan Axis to a family of Turkish refugees, Samed has had a rather unremarkable upbringing, save for the fact that nothing happening at the time could be called unremarkable.

Insane technological advances and innovations brought about speedy, almost unhealthy changes society couldn’t keep up with. It was no wonder that crime skyrocketed when cyberware-regulating legislature was still being drafted and fought over in Congress, whilst the city streets were already awash with implants, weaponized by crime gangs both old and new.

Karga’s father was a patrol officer killed by some crook when he was off-duty. This loss had a profound effect on Samet’s choice of profession, and having dropped out of the medical school, he went to the police academy instead.

The next five years were a blur of high paced chases, interrogations, court proceedings and paperwork. Toward the end of his second year it began to be mostly paperwork. The BAPAPD was already a gargantuan bureaucratic body by the time the crime picked up, but with the weight of all the cases coming in daily, Samet found himself slogging through thousands of papers and files, too caught up in inter-department politics and rivalry to be able to do efficient, real police work. He purposefully decided not to go for a promotion, figuring he was more useful on the street than at a desk-job.

When Sam’s modus operandi got him into a conflict with the higher-ups, he transferred to Night City’s PsychoSquad detail patrolling the rim of no-go zones at night. His new line of work changed his view on law, and his role as a policeman as a whole. He realized he was living through a vicious cycle, and the machines they hunted had seemingly a never-ending supply of weapons they weren’t supposed to have. It was a dead end.

With his suspicions aroused after a particularly tense standoff with the borgs, he took a ‘demotion’ and once more began detective work, but now with the plan of weeding out the person responsible for arming the criminal underbelly. Regular, run-of-the-mill crimes were now disregarded by him, and the new territory he was operating in allowed Sam to blend in as much as he could. Even though he's still getting a paycheck for regular patrol work, he is essentially undercover.