[OOC] 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

[Prizrak]

@OppositionJ Did you get my PM? Your approval is pretty much all I’m waiting for at this point?

[NoriWasHere]

@OppositionJ

As soon as I read about the first group I had a sneaking suspicion that I may be placed there. I like it. Once the new characters are posted in the character tab I will update my relationship portion of my character accordingly.

[Bork Lazer]

@OppositionJ

That's a interesting point to start at. Media Res is always well and fine and I guess there is a lot of potential in this scenario (Voter fraud, gang attack, black-mailing, hijacking etc). I think a live debate in the background between the candidates would have been fine and dandy but hey, you do you.

I guess in this case, Mack would play more of a passive role to Emma and Cass, only serving as a driver (potential get-away scene) and to help them move around quickly. Of course, he's going to playing ball for the Reclaimers who care currently holding his entire body hostage. I'll try to think of what stake the Reclaimers will have in this election and what possible incentive they would have to want Campbell to win. Anyhoo, I think it would make sense for Mack to hang back and wait for Emma and Cass to finish investigating since they're a hell of a lot more experienced than he is.

[NoriWasHere]

S’venia will more than likely using her eye-in-the-sky drone too shoot videos/stills, while Campbell delivers his speech. Will we have any guards with the first group?

[Opposition]

@OppositionJ

That's a interesting point to start at. Media Res is always well and fine and I guess there is a lot of potential in this scenario (Voter fraud, gang attack, black-mailing, hijacking etc). I think a live debate in the background between the candidates would have been fine and dandy but hey, you do you.

@The Bork Lazer

I was thinking of something like that generally. Either way, Gatch will be in attendance so it might work better as a sort of final debate and social for whatever semblance of higher class that the Reclaim Zone can muster.

I believe now that I have dealt with all extraneous character applications. I'm going to begin work on a post within the next day or so. (I will likely do one opener for each group to use, so they may be a bit offset.) Other than that, I am also adding one more character to the party myself just to round off our outfit and cover all of the bases I want us to have access to. If any of you are interested in taking on second characters later on in the RP, that can be brought up as well.

Let's do this, team.

[Firecracker_]

Proctor Ryke

][Proctor Ryke]
[60] | [Male] | [5’11] | [A-]

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General Information

NAME
Proctor Ryke

ALIASES // TITLES
Richter Gamble-CURRENT ALIAS USED FOR CAMPAIGN
Jonesy
Cyborg

SEX
Male

AGE
60

APPEARANCE:

Usually dressed in utilitarian clothing, combined with his favorite collared jacket, Proctor keeps a low profile. His body is on the more toned side, or, really, his torso is. His arms and legs are all cybernetic, so they keep their toned shape no matter what, keeping him overall slim and tall. His augments, however, are visibly aged, both by being covered by nicks, scratches and dents from years of fighting and abuse, and also from being generally older models. His limbs, while still being in the classic sleek, attractive APEX style, are still distinctly outdated, but still well operating. Despite their wear and tear, they still command the same respect that augments usually do. The skin on his body surrounded his augments is scarred, having been that way since the heavy operations.

His hair is a bright white, indicative of his age, but his eyes glow an augmented bright blue, having changed from his natural-born brown eyes. He has a large augmentation encompassing much of the back and sides of his head, covered in glowing lights and different colored steel, also covered in it’s fair share of scratches and scuffs. The skin around his augment is scarred and warped, but the rest of his face is surprisingly free of defects, other than the obvious wrinkles setting in, and a few moles and other signs of old age. Most of his face, though, is covered by a large white beard, which is growing increasingly unkempt as time goes by. You’d probably describe him as a “Robo-Grandpa” if you saw him.

OCCUPATION
”Streetjack, Pavement Pusher, whatever you want to call it. I make money.”

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION
Fundraising Manager

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Psychological Profile

Confident | Anxious | Cunning | Self-Involved | Pessimistic | Distrustful

▢PERSONAL GOAL▢

Proctor’s only aim is to keep himself alive. Whatever it takes to make sure he can get what he needs to stay afloat, Proctor will do it.The ever looming fear of his demise helps keep the haze in his mind at bay, but with every day that passes, Proctor can feel the noose around his neck tightening, the blade press closer into his neck, and the energy powering his limbs slowly seeping out of him. Even though he hasn’t much to live for, Proctor desperately wants to live. He doesn’t want to be another nameless corpse left to rot in the streets amongst the vermin and trash. Proctor would rather die trying to get rich than to go out on his ass, broke, and without any say in the matter.

▣CAMPAIGN GOAL▣

When you live the life and come from the kind of work that Proctor has, you know that money can be rung from any rag you can find in the streets. The Reclaim Zone is laden with opportunities for anyone a little loose on their morals or quick on their trigger, so why he decided to start working with Campbell, even Proctor isn’t quite sure of yet. Mostly, he supposes, it’s the money that could potentially be earned on the winning side of a mayoral run. Money, and access to the drugs he needs to keep his SPECS at bay. At the same time, however, if Campbell’s promise holds true, and he does his best to clean the streets up, Proctor sees a good opportunity to wipe a lot of former competition off the map. A double win for the aging cyborg.

If anything, perhaps this campaign could give him some sort of purpose other than just to keep breathing. If he must finally face his own mortality, at least he could do something before he dies, right? Proctor’s never been one to worry about leaving a mark on the world, but you’re never too old to actually have ambitions, are you?

◈PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY◈

Ever since Proctor began to learn about all humans’ tendency, no matter how self sacrificing or generous they are, to value themselves over everyone else, he’s lived and survived by that school of thought. He’s not a heartless animal willing to get one over on or kill anyone at any turn, he believes in treating people with at least a modicum of respect and decency, but, no one is above him in importance. If it means his life or death, sink or float, Proctor works for himself and only himself. The Reclaim Zone has taken more than enough lives, right before Proctor’s eyes, and now, survival is the greatest high Proctor can feel.

It’s been a very long time since Proctor made any major moves, subsisting on odd jobs and petty pushing for decades. Seeing what semblance of a foundation he had ripped away from him taught him that worrying about others or trying to carry some sort of following is a pipe dream for him. Collaborative efforts, while sweet for a while, do eventually crumble. He just hopes that maybe he can get away from this one with more than he did the last one.

◇POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY◇

Proctor has spent so much time wallowing with the denizens of the Reclaim Zone that he never felt the need to dabble in or pay much attention to politics, at least not past knowing who swung around the most weight, or which street gangs controlled the most territory. Due to his augments, he’s had a few run ins and discussions with some Neo-Transhumanists and HyperHuman monks, developing a bit of connection with both groups. After putting up with his fair share of unwarranted hatred for being “an abomination of man and machine”, it was a pleasant change of pace to speak with people that embraced his choices and encouraged him to continue his work on perfecting his form and replacing his human weakness with mechanical dominance. While the spiritual side of the various movements never interested him much, their unconditional support of augmenting the human body is good enough reason for Proctor to give them his support.

The obvious is not lost on Proctor, that the mega-corporations rule many aspects of life, the government is mostly corrupt with a few good souls trying to do good, but most of it flies under his radar. What matters to him the most is what happens on the street level, his level. The difference between people is negligible, everyone is equal to Proctor in that he doesn’t care much for anyone. The effort it takes to rally for a purpose, or to carry prejudice against others, or to try and uplift entire demographics, is all an effort in futility for Proctor.

⊠SECRETS⊠

Well, really, his identity is a secret in and of itself. He’s got a lot of enemies, and powerful ones at that, but Proctor hasn’t tried to make any major moves for decades. The heat has been off him for a while now, but if his name were to reappear in the spotlight, Proctor is sure he’d have a bullet in his skull in no time at all. Even those who don’t want to kill him might not exactly enjoy or appreciate his presence, as his criminal past has made him somewhat of an infamous character in the local lore. Better to just give a fake name and hope his aging face hides who he used to be.

⊡FEARS⊡

Number One at the top of that list is easily Death. The concept of it, the act of dying, all of it shakes Proctor to the bone. Life has caught up very quickly with Proctor, and all of a sudden, he’s dealing with his very real mortality, despite all the measures he took when he was young to try and avoid it.

Nothing much else scares Proctor, other than the thought of the forgotten bounties on his head that are still floating around. As much as he likes to put on a tough guy front, he does often peer over his shoulders, wondering if one of his old rivals is going to send a shooter after him. Most things that pull some fear and anxiety from Proctor, like heights, often just have to do with his overwhelming fear of death.

☲REPUTATION☲

Proctor is a sort of ghost story in the streets of the Reclaim Zone at this point. He’s not a household name or anything like that, but there are still stories that float around about the the guy that tried to rival The Knights back in the day. Most people think he’s dead, and aging and further augments have made Proctor’s looks a far cry from what they used to be, helping conceal his continued presence in the Reclaim.

The men which used to work with Proctor know the truth, though, and most still hold Proctor in high esteem, as their former leader, charismatic and kind, but never destined to be powerful. Those who need to work with or know Proctor respect him, but his name doesn’t really garner fear anymore, just simple interest. He was never in it for the fame, just the money, but he doesn’t have much of either anymore.

Even though not many people talk about him anymore, there are still a select few that want him dead, namely Jackson Rott, and men of his ilk. Some people still remember Proctor as the man who wanted the Reclaim Zone for himself, and would like to kill him just to tie up another loose end from the old days.

◉LIKES◉

◦Taking walks through bustling city streets.
◦A bout of recreational drugs when he can spare the cash.
◦The rush of making money.

⊛DISLIKES⊛

◦Losing money.
◦The fog of SPECS.
◦Contemplating his mortality.
◦People who are rude to people who work in customer service.

◘QUIRKS◘

When sitting in chairs, Proctor will mindlessly rock back and forth in his seat. Not hard but just slightly enough for someone to notice.

No matter where he is or what he is doing, Proctor will sometimes stop, stand in one place, and just stretch everything out. His arms, legs, back, jaw, everything, just to try and loosen up and relax. Even though, you know, most of his limbs are… metal.

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Background Information

⍒Biography⍒

”I tried to never let this place define me, I just made the best of what I was given. I did what I wanted to, fucked and fucked over whoever I felt like, and the same got done to me, but I never let it stop my work, my hustle. I never really needed a ‘meaning’ or a ‘purpose’ past just surviving, because that’s enough by itself.”

Somewhere unimportant in the Reclaim Zone, Proctor was brought into an uninterested and uncaring Angel City. Most of his memories of his early life and his parents are fading away from him, whether it be the early stages of SPECS, his age, all the blows he’s taken to the head, or perhaps a combination of both. He remembers his parents being rather plain people, neither very abrasive nor soft. They were just another pair of people driven by their primitive human need to keep breathing and walking, led not by passion or desire, but rather, blind autonomous survival.

Early on in his life, the importance of protecting himself was imprinted heavily on him by his parents, whether it be by the lectures and speeches he can’t quite remember anymore, or the many times he saw what failure to survive looked like. He wasn’t coddled or made to believe maybe he could leave the Reclaim Zone someday in the future, he was shown exactly what life does to anyone who loses their way. People die, people suffer, and the only one who could change that was the individual.

Goodness and Evilness weren’t real, they were just words people made to describe the positive and negative they had to work with. The world was disinterested in its inhabitants, with the Zone providing nothing but shade to those that dwelled within its walls. Life, day in and day out, writhed it’s way in and out of the streets, in and around their homes, all in their autonomous need to stay above ground. They didn’t stay alive because of their passion for life or joy in living, they stayed alive because that’s all they knew how to do. Even then, some of them failed, and Proctor was vigilant to learn from others’ failure.

Solidifying all his learnings in the Art of Survival, the day his parents were killed did well to shape up the then young Proctor. Though he’d never dare admit it, the day is still a sort of sensitive topic for him, so after doing a good job of compartmentalizing the whole ordeal, the details are fuzzy, but the important details are still there. A standard home burglary gone wrong, except as soon as the fatal danger presented itself, his parents fled, leaving the then 9 year-old Proctor alone cowering in his room. Of course, they were never allowed to get very far before each were shot to death. Whether the shooter hadn’t the resolve to murder a child, or saw it as a waste of time or ammunition, Proctor was left alone in the house after it had been stripped of all it’s valuables.

The Reclaim Zone seemed unbothered as another orphaned child turned into a street urchin, as Proctor took to the streets in search of ways to keep himself alive. Whether it was digging in the trash cans behind restaurants, stealing and selling pieces of technology, Proctor found a way to survive. He learned the value of a credit, how to stretch a credit for all it was worth, and all the tragic normalities that come with living on the street. He became an insignificant member of the festering biomass that surged in and out of the streets everyday, learning to be one with the ever moving tides of life and death, always managing to keep mostly dry, even if Death’s putrid scent always lingered around him.

Nothing that Proctor built ever came easy or quickly. Between knife fights with junkies in alleyways, or “repurposing” stashes of drugs he in no way stole from anyone, Proctor managed to keep his chin above water, making a bit of a name for himself amongst the local clan of urchins. Even though it was out of character, it seemed like the eyes on the walls finally concentrated on someone, that maybe, just maybe, someone was peeling themselves off the pavement, not a common sight in the Reclaim Zone. As much as Proctor knew about survival, the city that had remained standing around Proctor, after millenia of mistreatment and abuse, knew more than him, and it was time to prove himself.

For once, the kid knew ambition, and it began to manifest itself in interesting ways. Instead of trying to consume him, the streets embraced him, and his fellow urchins knew power when they saw it. Even if it could’ve ended up in his back, Proctor knew that a second knife was always stronger than just one, and soon enough, he had his own gang of people who were trying to make it through the shifting tides, just like him.

The Gamblers were the Zone’s newest collection of like-minded miscreants, and the Zone was quick to take notice. What used to be petty robbery and knife fights turned into small scale heists and drug dealing. Credits weren’t a new language to Proctor, but he was suddenly becoming much more fluent than he used to be. Surviving was finally feeling easier than it had before. The walls around the Zone had finally loosed up, and the waves were splashing lower down on Proctor’s legs, the stench of Death that followed him was beginning to disperse.

With this newfound money and power, Proctor began to take even more drastic measures to ensure that his chin stayed above sea level, and took to replacing his weak, imperfect organs & limbs with ones made of black metal. Flesh and blood gave way to steel and copper, lungs and heart extracted and replaced with machines that could do their jobs more reliably and for a much longer time. Slowly, Proctor was becoming more machine than man, but those fears that made him human were still woven deeply in him, whether they were woven with flesh or fiber optic.

The paranoia that crept deep within him made him wonder, were there other standouts from the Zone that would try to get rid of him? He and his gang had made their space in the Zone, but he was doubtless that there were others who wanted to push them out. There were plenty of other gangs that had their eyes on the space he occupied, but none of them posed as big as a threat as the Knights, the most aggressive, assertive gang in the Zone.

Despite their penchant for violence and subjugation, the Knights still wanted to maintain stability and freedom, and the Gamblers and their disregard for most of the residents presented an issue for Jackson Rott and his Knights. For the most part, issues remained simple disagreements or scuffles in alleyways, but as each gang grew larger and more vicious, these small squabbles slowly became more serious dust-ups and fights.

Soon, it was full-on turf war, and, to spare the details, The Gamblers came out the losers. Most of the men and women Proctor had just begun to call his friends now stained the streets with their blood. Suddenly, the waters began to rise up around Proctor, and now, they were stained red and carried a stench on them that Proctor couldn’t even escape in his weak slumber. Many of Proctor’s memories have become muddled and fuzzy over time, but he remembers the day his Gamblers failed to survive very clearly.

Removed from his spot amongst the Zone’s special survivors and presumed dead, Proctor went into hiding, taking what little he had left and, like he had done so many years before, melded back into the writhing masses of the Zone, shrouded in the anonymity of street survival. He was driven by neither passion nor joy, but instead, his primitive, human drive to breathe and walk.

After years in obscurity, living from job to job, surviving one way or another, a new job presented itself to Proctor. The rising campaign of Dexter Campbell, and the multiple open positions to help him dethrone Mayor Gatch felt like a stroke of incredible luck. Campbell needed someone to raise funds, and if Proctor knew how to do anything, it was to make money. He gave them a fake name, Richter Gamble, and joined the campaign as Dexter’s Fundraising Manager. Coming up with money for a campaign was difficult, but Proctor was sure he’d be able to use the skills he’d spent his whole life building to find his way into more money and power than he’d ever had before.

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Operative Information

▩AUGMENTATIONS▩

Two (2) APEX Model 35-S Cybernetic Arms, One Left and One Right

Both of Proctor’s arms are outdated, APEX-made pieces of machinery. Together, they give the operator the strength to lift about half a ton, but since Proctor is still stuck with a normal human spine, he doesn’t really have the ability to support that weight. That doesn’t nullify all the strength granted by his arms, as he can still punch a hole through most brick walls, and has some serious throwing capability to add too.

Both of his arms, as stated above, are, at this point, approximately thirty years old, and while they don’t carry and suite of tools or make him quite a superhuman, they are still strong and reliable pieces of technology, top-of-the-line back in their heyday. Even decades old APEX are something to behold, but he won’t be stopping traffic anytime soon with these aging arms.

Two (2) FuryTech Strider-Class E.R.L Legs

Capable of outrunning a bullet train, deliver kicks that could kill an elephant, or supporting, at most, a full ton of weight, Proctor’s Strider Legs were intended to be the only cybernetic legs you’d ever need for the rest of your life, available at a price for which wouldn’t take you that time to pay back, too. Of course, now being about twenty-five years old, they aren’t quite the glamourous, impressive legs there were advertised to be back in their heyday, but they work.

Age and use haven’t been good to them, and when not wearing pants, these legs look drastically different than most cybernetic limbs today, as they don’t really try to imitate human limbs in their looks. Black metal, adorned with scratches and dents, are all that greets the eyes when they see Proctor’s legs. Open joints, robotic imposters of toes, audible mechanical whirring sometimes, they are very obviously some worn legs. Maybe a little bit of exposed wiring here and there, but nothing too big.

While the legs were certainly capable of delivering on their claims when they were first released, time has not been good to their performance. Not to say they haven’t held up well enough, but Proctor, while he can propel himself much faster than the ordinary man, hasn’t been able to outrun a bullet train in a long time. He can still kick the head almost completely off a man, but he’d probably just sooner shoot them than do that.

One (1) FuryTech C.O.R.E Heart

While not exactly bulletproof, the FuryTech Cardiac Organ Replacing Enhancement is still a very hardy and reliable piece of machinery. While, technically, pumping blood harder than an organic heart can isn’t exactly beneficial, being able to do that job much longer and with less problems is FuryTech’s strength. The unit is much, much less likely to deal with irregular heartbeats, is 99% likely to never be stricken by arrest, and can negate many of the effects of arteries afflicted with cholesterol build up, which isn’t exactly ideal, but still means a much better life than otherwise. When the unit was made, blood purification systems weren’t quite off the ground yet, so the most this heart can do is help alleviate the effects of blood-borne illnesses or poisons, but nothing much past that.

You may be wondering if the unit is vulnerable to EMP blasts, which would be critical flaw, but thankfully, it’s not. Even twenty or so years ago when Proctor acquired his limbs, the ability to shield them from outside blasts was already pretty commonplace, so his heart, and other augments for that matter, are all fairly well protected against any sort of anti-electronic measures. At least, they were when they were produced. As for how the shielding has held up over time, that remains yet to be seen.

One (1) FuryTech R.O.R.E Set of Lungs

To accompany and take advantage of having an enhanced heart, Proctor also has an enhanced set of lungs, also from FuryTech. They’re meant to allow much longer stamina when it comes to vigorous activity, as the blood in one’s body can be oxygenated and pumped much faster than with a standard set of organs. Combine that with a set of Cybernetic Arms and Legs, and it makes for someone who can keep moving, quicky, for a long time.

Being made of metal and fiber optic and materials of that sort, many of the common worries that come with regular lungs don’t apply to these Respiratory Organ Replacing Enhancements. Lung Cancer is almost a non-issue, being punctured or crushed presents much less of an issue, as the lungs can support life with just one side, or can expand and contract with much greater force when under great pressure. This might mean pushing a little bit against a few other organs, or breaking a few ribs, but that’s only in the most extreme situations.

One (1) EngiTech Maximus Neural Assistant M.V. 7

Built to connect into the brain, specifically in the synapses that have to do with processing visual information and those that have to do with decision making, the Maximus Neural Assistant was meant to help accelerate the user’s ability to make quick, on the spot decisions, help them retain more of a photographic memory, and interpret and respond to visual stimuli more quickly. It wasn’t meant to make you an artificial genius, or really, to make you any smarter, for that matter. It was basically just meant to help with improve reaction time and vision.

The unit presents itself as a large, well lit plate that encompasses most of the back and sides of the user’s head. Proctor’s model, or course, is well-worn, covered in scratches and dents from years of blows to the head. While the unit may not be able to do much in the way of memory enhancement anymore, it has still given Proctor a good reaction time despite his age and his plague.

▨EQUIPMENT▨

F. HeavyTech Lex-01.45CAL Caseless Machine Pistol

This Fury-HeavyTech weapon blurs the line between a machine pistol and a full blown submachine gun. With a fire rate that can tuned and changed, caseless ammunition, and it’s compact size, the Lex-01 is quite the effortless killer. The weapon can accept a wide range different size magazines, anywhere from ten-round magazines, to some large, rather unwieldy one hundred round mags. Highly modular and customizable, the Lex-01, while not exactly a workhorse weapon, can still be changed to fit a variety of different situations the user could face. There are spots to mount optics, flashlights, suppressors or muzzle breaks, and even easily changeable grips to make sure that the user can get the most comfort and reliability from their weapon.

Proctor’s particular model sports an integrated flashlight, and a small holographic optic, with a threaded barrel and suppressor on hand for when the situation calls for it. The pistol grip is a custom piece, made to fit his hand perfectly, and is engraved with a large scorpion, with gold inlaid in the engraving. He likes to keep his weapon set to roughly 900-1000 rounds per minute, and carries around mostly thirty round magazines, with maybe one or two fifty-round magazines for where the need arises. The main body of the pistol is scratched, marred chrome, with onyx black accents. The weapon is usually kept in an underarm holster that Proctor conceals with his overcoat.

F. HeavyTech Persecutor L.P.B.A

To offer strong, reliable protection, while maximizing mobility and discreteness, is the main goal off the Fury/HeavyTech Low Profile Body Armor. The Persecutor set was meant to be worn under clothing, making the armor discreet and almost completely unnoticeable. The armor itself is a extremely strong, durable combination of kevlar woven with an alloy of steel and aluminum, giving the user top of the line protection against most calibers of standard bullet. When it comes to more experimental and advanced types of projectiles, the armor’s protection may not hold up, but considering the rarity of those types of weapons, this shouldn’t present much of an issue. The Persecutor is a full body set of armor, protecting the most vital parts of the body, with sacrifices around places like joints for the sake of maneuverability.

While the Persecutor isn’t the end all be all of body armor, it can still sustain a few fatal blows, buying the wearer vital seconds in pivotal moments of a gun fight. If it’s a knife fight we’re talking about, the Persecutor actually makes up for the weakness of the armor of yesteryear and can manage resisting most mid level conventional blades. When it comes to high end conventional blades, or perhaps some more unconventional blades, well, the Prosecutor may not quite hold up.

◩SKILLS:◩

Street Intuition

Proctor’s entire life has been spent in and around the hard streets of the Reclaim. He knows the kind of people you’re destined to meet around here very well, and the dangers the streets themselves pose. From back alley crooks, to sidewalk junk vendors, Proctor understands how all the cogs spin in place to keep the streets moving perpetually. If you’re trying to navigate the Reclaim and keep out of as much trouble as possible, Proctor’s your guy.

Silver Coated RoboTongue

Knowing your way around the Reclaim isn’t completely useful if you don’t know how to talk to people, too. Either Proctor is just good at knowing what to say, or he has some ethereal charm that even he himself isn’t aware of, but when Proctor speaks to people, he knows how to get them on his side. Business discussions, bartering on various goods, whatever it is that Proctor needs to do, he can usually talk his way into an advantage. Even if someone’s trying to harm poor old Proctor, he has a good way of weaseling out of a beating or stabbing, but, he’s still gotta defend himself every now and again.

◪FLAWS:◪

S.P.E.C.S

The worst has come to pass, and the man who was once touted as a near immortal cyborg has been dealt the worst hand possible. The beginning stages of S.P.E.C.S have begin to set in on Proctor’s mind, and it’s worsened his already aging and bad memory. Proctor is slowly dying, and it will be the Cyber Plague that will finally bring him to his knees if he doesn’t begin to find himself a steady supply of Neutrosynth. Addiction to Neurosynth, however, is a bridge he will have to cross when he gets there, assuming he gets there in the first place.

Extreme Fear of Death

Call it a phobia or just healthy paranoia, as age and disease begin to set in on Proctor, the thought of his impending death shakes him to the core. When faced with situations that could result in his possible death, or when having to confront his worsening plague, he will begin to lose his lucidity, giving in to panic attacks that can range from timid to crippling. Extreme fight or flight instincts will kick in during dangerous situations, and Proctor will either fight much harder than he has to, resulting in sometimes injury or further damage to his parts, or will abandon anything besides the clothes on his back to get away.

Aging Parts

Even though robotic parts are meant to last longer than Human ones, after the lifetime of abuse and overuse that his have faced, Proctor’s various parts are beginning to show their age, and are paying for it. Very seldomly, his limbs will flat-out stall out on him, either getting stuck in the middle of use, or going limp. Servos have been replaced, motors fixed, but with the age of his limbs and the onset of S.P.E.C.S, his limbs just aren’t performing as well as they used to. One of these days, they might just stall out when he really needs them.

NOTES

None.

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Alright! I'm finally ready to post my app for all to see! I'll let you give it one last look over to see if you're satisfied with the changes before I post it on the character tab, @OppositionJ.

[NoriWasHere]

<Snipped quote by The Bork Lazer>

If any of you are interested in taking on second characters later on in the RP, that can be brought up as well.

Let's do this, team.

@OppositionJ

My man.

[Bork Lazer]

Y'all better get ready for some Kansei Dirifto.

[Prizrak]

It's not anything spectacular but I'm proud of her. She's gone through a lot of renditions and tweaks but this is the version I've settled on. I wrapped most of this sheet up in the wee hours of the morning in order to make the deadline and not interfere with the plans put in motion so please forgive the rough edges. I'm 100% open to any input so feel free to let me know how you feel about her.

Taryn Weaver

[Taryn Weaver]

[34] | [FEMALE] | [5’9] | [O+]

General Information

ALIASES // TITLES: Eliza Larson, Lara Arlington, Lena Strauss, Vera Blackwater // The Iron Wolf

APPEARANCE:
Taryn has a strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders and slim hips. She has grayish green eyes and hair that is curly, black and naturally oily, falling just passed her ears.

OCCUPATION:
“I was the one you called when you didn’t want to get your hands dirty. Now I’m not sure who I am.”

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:
Able to be used as required. Taryn can provide security, tinker, or snoop on competitors. She’s not picky so long as she’s kept busy.

Psychological Profile

Confident | Athletic | Courageous | Blunt | Callous | Sociable

PERSONAL GOAL: Choosing to lay low after her departure from her previous employers Taryn is just looking to sustain herself. She's living as comfortably as she can without drawing too much attention to herself, and she's able to earn herself enough cash working freelance that she doesn't really have to want for anything but Taryn has lived her whole life as an enigma. All those years she spent just being a shadow on the wall, and an asset to be called upon and disposed of when the needed have left her feeling empty. Now she's not exactly sure what she wants out of life but she definitely wants to be something more than what she used to be.

CAMPAIGN GOAL: Taryn has only lived in the Reclaim Zone for a few years, long enough for her to see the opportunity in the down trodden streets but not quite long enough for her to feel safe. She worked for some dangerous people, and she didn't exactly leave on agreeable terms. During her time in the Reclaim Zone she's heard Campbell's message, seen him speak. He's someone she didn't really think she'd be turned to but after sometime she's started to agree with him. While Taryn isn't exactly a political person she see's Campbell and his campaign as a way for her to get back in the business but also be a part of something meaningful, not only for her but also the people of the Reclaim Zone.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Having spent most of her life guided only by the moral compass of those that could afford her Taryn never really though too much about the things she was, and wasn't willing to do for money. Her life was always based on competition. If she knew her competitors were augmented she'd try to one up them. If they offered something she didn't she'd try and do one better, and if her competition couldn't be beat then she'd get rid of them. Her life has been and always will be driven by success. There isn't anything that Taryn has devoted her time to that she hasn't put 100% of herself into. She's a hard charger, and an even harder worker. In her line of work if you weren't the best your were nobody, and if you were the best then someone was coming for your spot. At the end of the day Taryn was just a trigger-woman out for herself, because at the time she was the only one that she could trust to keep herself alive.


POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY: Having been behind the curtain Taryn has seen for herself just how deep the corruption of the mega-corporations run. At the time she didn't care, they paid well and more importantly they kept her hands dirty. Now she's not even sure if she cares about their corruption. To her it's just the nature of the beast. With that much money changing hands someone is bound to get greedy and pocket a little extra for themselves. So Taryn doesn't worry about it, she's played her part in the corporate grand scheme and got burned. Now she choices to keep her nose out of corporate politics, but that certainly does not mean she's blind to the nature of the world. She's aware of how corrupt the United States has become compared to its former self. It may have always been bad, but now it's obvious to her that we're all living in the corpse of a rotting nation. With the select few cutting off what edible pieces of meat are still left and leaving the putrid scraps for the rest of us.

That doesn't mean that she may not try to play her part in making things better. As long as there's money to be made, and work to be done she's willing to do what's asked of her just like before after all Taryn knows what she's good at. Except this time around she's inclined to be more selective of her employers.

SECRETS: Taryn has always lived and worked as an enigma. If she ever had to use her name it was a fake so she's not worried up her name being brought up in the wrong circles. Although that doesn't mean her life is without secrets. She's acquired knowledge from working within some of the most powerful corporations in the Derelict City, and given the nature of her departure she's sure to have a price on her head. So for her sake Taryn keeps that part of her life under wraps. To those that inquire about her set of skills and how she acquired them Taryn responds with. "I'm good, and how isn't important."

FEARS: Taryn is afraid of waking up to a loaded gun at her head, or simply not waking up at all. She's certainly gained the attention of all the wrong people back east, and no matter how confident she is with her evasion of them so far she's still not willing to risk it. Even though it's been years since she fled the Derelict City and she's yet to hear even a mention of her previous self in the underground Taryn still fears that her life could be cut short before she's ever given the chance to actually make something out of it.

Taryn also has an unrelenting fear of being alone. Seeing as how she lives by herself she has a terrible time sleeping, and it has honestly been years since she's gotten a full nights sleep. Although this does not lead her into seeking some sort of relationship with someone, she’s just as afraid of being emotionally invested in someone as she is of being alone.

REPUTATION: In the Reclaim Zone Taryn was given a fresh start. No one knows her here and she would prefer to keep it that way. Although Taryn has a seething hatred of inactivity so she's taken to fighting in the Koena Dome. In these fights Taryn has earned the title of "The Iron Wolf" due to her speed and ferocity during a fight, and the ability to take a hit and keep swinging. Outside of the Dome she has very few interactions with people, so very few know who she is when she's not in the ring. Taryn certainly prefers it this way, and doesn't mind hearing people tell stories of her without really knowing who she is. She figures there's no harm in it for now, and the fights are a good way to keep her pockets lined with cash.

LIKES: Americanized Chinese food, working out, fighting, and vintage unfiltered cigarettes,

DISLIKES: Coffee, being alone, self-pity, and inactivity.

QUIRKS: Taryn seldom sits the way you're supposed to in a chair. She insists on stretching out her legs, or kicking the chair back on two of it's legs. She also has a habit of smoking cigarettes even though due to her augments they have very little effect on her, it's primarily the act of doing something with her hands that draws her to it. Which also leads into her always fidgeting while she sits, never staying completely still unless she absolutely has to. Taryn can not just wait, she's has to be doing something so no matter what she'll find something to keep herself occupied.

Background Information

Taryn can barely remember the life she had before her carrier in corporate wet work started. She can faintly remember her parents, who they were, what they taught her, and what they did but she can't for the life of her remember their names. Her only visual reminder of the fact that she had parents is a tattered picture of them that she guards with her life. It's faded with the years but she's always been comforted by their faces, and their note written on the back. "We love you so much and are so proud of you Tyler!" - Love, Mom & Dad

Besides the skills she's learned over the years Taryn keeps her past in the past. As frustrating as it may be for someone that wants to know more about her she doesn't like to talk about herself. Taryn is constantly moving forward trying to escape the life she left behind in the Derelict City choosing to hang onto the memory of her parents so she has an anchor for herself. Something to remind her of a time where she was happy, and that she could hopefully find that happiness again.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS: Taryn has a slew of augmentations that she has acquired over the years in order to keep herself marketable over the course of her career. That being said she always enjoyed the more modest approach to augmentation so while most of her body is augmented she hides most of them under her skin.



APEX Industries Cyberlimbs [Olympian Model IV]
Both of Taryn’s legs from the knees down, and her both arms from the elbow to her fingertips have been replaced with some of APEX Industries most discreet line of prosthesis, at the time. Replacing bone, muscle, and flesh with polymers and steel. Taryn mainly chose to augment her legs due to an injury she received that made walking extremely difficult for her. So while she's had her legs for quite sometime they've still held up well over the years, and with the required care and maintenance should continue to do so for a few more years. It's only apparent that Taryn's limbs are augmented when she chooses to deactivate the cyberskin covering the joints of her cyberlimbs. Also with the increased speed granted by her partial legs could cause problems since her entire legs are not augmented. So she runs the risk of shredding what remaining organic muscle she has if she pushes them too hard, same goes for her arms. It's something that Taryn has always wanted to alter but has yet to make the decision on.

APEX Industries Cyber-C0re Endoskeleton [Atlas Model VI]
In an attempt to counteract the increase strain placed on her body by her augmented arms and legs, as well as to increase the natural resilience of her body Taryn has had an endoskeleton installed. Replacing all of her core bone structure with polymers, steel, and fiber-optics. These include her spine, ribs, sternum, shoulders, and hips allowing her to lift much more weight than a woman of her size would be expected to. It also grants her extreme rigidity, these bones are no longer broken easily and if they are they are most certainly easier to repair. This augment also provides extra shielding to her heart and lungs, allowing Taryn to get a less rugged and more elegant set of lungs and heart.

The only visible contacts for this augmentation are rivets that run along her spine, and hips but for now they're hidden under a layer of cyberskin.

[1] Biotech Cybernetic Heart, & [2] Biotech Lungs
Cutting edge tech paid for by an insanely lucrative contract. Taryn's heart will never stop beating, or at least that's what the warranty said. She's become immune to blood borne pathogens, heart stoppages and irregular heartbeats are no longer something she'll need to worry about for the foreseeable future. Her lungs have increased her stamina, removed the risk of cancers, including the effects of cigarettes. They also possess the ability to operate independent of each other so if one is punctured the other can still function without too many issues. Although over inflation can occur causing damage to or out right destroying surrounding organs and tissue, and with Taryn's endoskeleton she runs the very real risk of crushing her other lung if it over inflates due to the strength of her rib cage.

[1] Engitech Bio-monitor
A sub-dermal display mounted on Taryn's right forearm this augment provides a real-time readout of her common bodily functions like heart rate, blood pressure, blood chemistry, brainwave activity, temperature, cholesterol levels and a number of other miscellaneous bodily functions.

EQUIPMENT:


[1] 5.7mm FMJ Handgun - Holding 15 rounds counting the one in the chamber Taryn's handgun isn't the flashiest piece of firepower but it's what she could afford when she came into South City. She's done enough work involving firearms that she knows what works and what doesn't and in her opinion there are few things that could stop subsequent shots from a 5.7 FMJ, although Taryn prefers to not push her luck in engagements. If it comes down to her having to put rounds down range she aims for the soft spots on her targets, primarily the head, and if she manages to get close enough she'll let her hands take care of them.

SKILLS:

The Iron Wolf - While more of a title than a skill Taryn didn't earn it for no reason. Fighting in the Dome was originally just something Taryn did for fun and some extra cash but she turned out to be very good at it. In a ring where most people are either broken or killed Taryn has taken hits most men would've been knocked out by. She's taken down men twice her size, and refused to give up from a fight. Death isn't something she fears when she knows she can face it on her own terms.

FLAWS:

S.P.E.C.S - Taryn has come to terms with the condition that's starting to effect her body and her mind. Fortunately it started late in her life so she figures she still has a decent amount of time left until she needs to start using Neurosynth to keep her from going over the deep end. Although she blames the disease for the loss of her earliest memories making the possession of her parents photo even more important. Taryn just hopes that by time the disease really hits her she'll be in a better position to take care of herself, and the subsequent addiction that is sure to follow. Although if for whatever reason she isn't she's prepared herself mentally to take her own life than let herself degrade into a mindless husk unaware of who she is.

Sleep Deprivation - Plagued by the inability to enter a deep sleep due to her fear of being killed in her sleep. Taryn has gotten used to it at this point but it's taking a toll on her physically. Even with her augments she's not as sharp or as effective as she could be if she was getting proper rest. With that being said Taryn is easily woken up and some nights won't sleep at all because she's too paranoid to let her guard down. This is something that only came about after she left her previous employer but it could very well be caused by the onset of S.P.E.C.S as well.

NOTES: As far as skills and backstory are concerned I figured I would let them develop over the course of the story. Mainly because I feel like the skills would come more naturally that way, and because I'm horrible at writing a backstory and keeping with it. I don't like to pigeon hole a character with their backstory.

[rabidbacon]

This looks like a good one.
Is it too late to join?

I'm interested in making a bartender character who is also a friend and under the table benefactor for the candidate. Light physical augmentations (less combat focused, more on getting away and retaining/spreading/containing information).

Maybe a relationship with the reporter character? Probably as a source. Or as someone to spread misleading information among the clientele. Services of that sort.

[Bork Lazer]

OCCUPATION:
“I was the one you called when you didn’t want to get your hands dirty. Now I’m not sure who I am.”

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:
Able to be used as required. Taryn can provide security, tinker, or snoop on competitors. She’s not picky so long as she’s kept busy.

@Prizrak

I don't know how to feel about this. On the one hand, this is quite vague but conversely, we do have individuals in our party who can perform multiple functions and do have multiple talents. Perhaps, making it a little more specific would be good?

[1] 5.7mm FMJ Handgun - Holding 15 rounds counting the one in the chamber Taryn's handgun isn't the flashiest piece of firepower but it's what she could afford when she came into South City. She's done enough work involving firearms that she knows what works and what doesn't and in her opinion there are few things that could stop subsequent shots from a 5.7 FMJ, although Taryn prefers to not push her luck in engagements. If it comes down to her having to put rounds down range she aims for the soft spots on her targets, primarily the head, and if she manages to get close enough she'll let her hands take care of them.

SKILLS:

The Iron Wolf - While more of a title than a skill Taryn didn't earn it for no reason. Fighting in the Dome was originally just something Taryn did for fun and some extra cash but she turned out to be very good at it. In a ring where most people are either broken or killed Taryn has taken hits most men would've been knocked out by. She's taken down men twice her size, and refused to give up from a fight. Death isn't something she fears when she knows she can face it on her own terms.

@Prizrak

I feel like there's so much wasted opportunity here within these few nuggets and that you can capitalise on these things to make a character that is truly rock solid. The Koena Dome is like essentially Cyberpunk ThunderDome (TWO MEN ENTER! ONE MAN LEAVES!). What crazy shit would happen in a Fight-Club esque location with cybernetic augmentations up the wazoo? That should be like a strong focus of your character, being a bare-knuckled fighter who dukes it out and takes back the punches. I feel like expanding on that would make your CS more stronger than it is now. Unfortunately, this may seem like too much of a parallel to Sister Blue.

She could carry around like a set of hi-tech brass knuckles that fold out like pistons or jackhammers. Her augmentations could or should relate on how she's sacrificed her own humanity to gain strength.

I would like to comment more about this CS but as I previously stated before, Opp has the final decision of whether or not your character makes it into the RP. I will say one thing, though. It feels like there's a whole lot more you could do with this character concept. It's there but it could be a lot more there if you get what I'm saying.

[AdobeFlash]

@OppositionJ Sounds good to me

[Prizrak]

@The Bork Lazer

Feel free to PM if you want in regards to your further comments. I’m more than willing to tweak and further expand upon things.

[Opposition]

It's not anything spectacular but I'm proud of her. She's gone through a lot of renditions and tweaks but this is the version I've settled on. I wrapped most of this sheet up in the wee hours of the morning in order to make the deadline and not interfere with the plans put in motion so please forgive the rough edges. I'm 100% open to any input so feel free to let me know how you feel about her.

Taryn Weaver

[Taryn Weaver]

[34] | [FEMALE] | [5’9] | [O+]

General Information

ALIASES // TITLES: Eliza Larson, Lara Arlington, Lena Strauss, Vera Blackwater // The Iron Wolf

APPEARANCE:
Taryn has a strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders and slim hips. She has grayish green eyes and hair that is curly, black and naturally oily, falling just passed her ears.

OCCUPATION:
“I was the one you called when you didn’t want to get your hands dirty. Now I’m not sure who I am.”

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:
Able to be used as required. Taryn can provide security, tinker, or snoop on competitors. She’s not picky so long as she’s kept busy.

Psychological Profile

Confident | Athletic | Courageous | Blunt | Callous | Sociable

PERSONAL GOAL: Choosing to lay low after her departure from her previous employers Taryn is just looking to sustain herself. She's living as comfortably as she can without drawing too much attention to herself, and she's able to earn herself enough cash working freelance that she doesn't really have to want for anything but Taryn has lived her whole life as an enigma. All those years she spent just being a shadow on the wall, and an asset to be called upon and disposed of when the needed have left her feeling empty. Now she's not exactly sure what she wants out of life but she definitely wants to be something more than what she used to be.

CAMPAIGN GOAL: Taryn has only lived in the Reclaim Zone for a few years, long enough for her to see the opportunity in the down trodden streets but not quite long enough for her to feel safe. She worked for some dangerous people, and she didn't exactly leave on agreeable terms. During her time in the Reclaim Zone she's heard Campbell's message, seen him speak. He's someone she didn't really think she'd be turned to but after sometime she's started to agree with him. While Taryn isn't exactly a political person she see's Campbell and his campaign as a way for her to get back in the business but also be a part of something meaningful, not only for her but also the people of the Reclaim Zone.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Having spent most of her life guided only by the moral compass of those that could afford her Taryn never really though too much about the things she was, and wasn't willing to do for money. Her life was always based on competition. If she knew her competitors were augmented she'd try to one up them. If they offered something she didn't she'd try and do one better, and if her competition couldn't be beat then she'd get rid of them. Her life has been and always will be driven by success. There isn't anything that Taryn has devoted her time to that she hasn't put 100% of herself into. She's a hard charger, and an even harder worker. In her line of work if you weren't the best your were nobody, and if you were the best then someone was coming for your spot. At the end of the day Taryn was just a trigger-woman out for herself, because at the time she was the only one that she could trust to keep herself alive.


POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY: Having been behind the curtain Taryn has seen for herself just how deep the corruption of the mega-corporations run. At the time she didn't care, they paid well and more importantly they kept her hands dirty. Now she's not even sure if she cares about their corruption. To her it's just the nature of the beast. With that much money changing hands someone is bound to get greedy and pocket a little extra for themselves. So Taryn doesn't worry about it, she's played her part in the corporate grand scheme and got burned. Now she choices to keep her nose out of corporate politics, but that certainly does not mean she's blind to the nature of the world. She's aware of how corrupt the United States has become compared to its former self. It may have always been bad, but now it's obvious to her that we're all living in the corpse of a rotting nation. With the select few cutting off what edible pieces of meat are still left and leaving the putrid scraps for the rest of us.

That doesn't mean that she may not try to play her part in making things better. As long as there's money to be made, and work to be done she's willing to do what's asked of her just like before after all Taryn knows what she's good at. Except this time around she's inclined to be more selective of her employers.

SECRETS: Taryn has always lived and worked as an enigma. If she ever had to use her name it was a fake so she's not worried up her name being brought up in the wrong circles. Although that doesn't mean her life is without secrets. She's acquired knowledge from working within some of the most powerful corporations in the Derelict City, and given the nature of her departure she's sure to have a price on her head. So for her sake Taryn keeps that part of her life under wraps. To those that inquire about her set of skills and how she acquired them Taryn responds with. "I'm good, and how isn't important."

FEARS: Taryn is afraid of waking up to a loaded gun at her head, or simply not waking up at all. She's certainly gained the attention of all the wrong people back east, and no matter how confident she is with her evasion of them so far she's still not willing to risk it. Even though it's been years since she fled the Derelict City and she's yet to hear even a mention of her previous self in the underground Taryn still fears that her life could be cut short before she's ever given the chance to actually make something out of it.

Taryn also has an unrelenting fear of being alone. Seeing as how she lives by herself she has a terrible time sleeping, and it has honestly been years since she's gotten a full nights sleep. Although this does not lead her into seeking some sort of relationship with someone, she’s just as afraid of being emotionally invested in someone as she is of being alone.

REPUTATION: In the Reclaim Zone Taryn was given a fresh start. No one knows her here and she would prefer to keep it that way. Although Taryn has a seething hatred of inactivity so she's taken to fighting in the Koena Dome. In these fights Taryn has earned the title of "The Iron Wolf" due to her speed and ferocity during a fight, and the ability to take a hit and keep swinging. Outside of the Dome she has very few interactions with people, so very few know who she is when she's not in the ring. Taryn certainly prefers it this way, and doesn't mind hearing people tell stories of her without really knowing who she is. She figures there's no harm in it for now, and the fights are a good way to keep her pockets lined with cash.

LIKES: Americanized Chinese food, working out, fighting, and vintage unfiltered cigarettes,

DISLIKES: Coffee, being alone, self-pity, and inactivity.

QUIRKS: Taryn seldom sits the way you're supposed to in a chair. She insists on stretching out her legs, or kicking the chair back on two of it's legs. She also has a habit of smoking cigarettes even though due to her augments they have very little effect on her, it's primarily the act of doing something with her hands that draws her to it. Which also leads into her always fidgeting while she sits, never staying completely still unless she absolutely has to. Taryn can not just wait, she's has to be doing something so no matter what she'll find something to keep herself occupied.

Background Information

Taryn can barely remember the life she had before her carrier in corporate wet work started. She can faintly remember her parents, who they were, what they taught her, and what they did but she can't for the life of her remember their names. Her only visual reminder of the fact that she had parents is a tattered picture of them that she guards with her life. It's faded with the years but she's always been comforted by their faces, and their note written on the back. "We love you so much and are so proud of you Tyler!" - Love, Mom & Dad

Besides the skills she's learned over the years Taryn keeps her past in the past. As frustrating as it may be for someone that wants to know more about her she doesn't like to talk about herself. Taryn is constantly moving forward trying to escape the life she left behind in the Derelict City choosing to hang onto the memory of her parents so she has an anchor for herself. Something to remind her of a time where she was happy, and that she could hopefully find that happiness again.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS: Taryn has a slew of augmentations that she has acquired over the years in order to keep herself marketable over the course of her career. That being said she always enjoyed the more modest approach to augmentation so while most of her body is augmented she hides most of them under her skin.



APEX Industries Cyberlimbs [Olympian Model IV]
Both of Taryn’s legs from the knees down, and her both arms from the elbow to her fingertips have been replaced with some of APEX Industries most discreet line of prosthesis, at the time. Replacing bone, muscle, and flesh with polymers and steel. Taryn mainly chose to augment her legs due to an injury she received that made walking extremely difficult for her. So while she's had her legs for quite sometime they've still held up well over the years, and with the required care and maintenance should continue to do so for a few more years. It's only apparent that Taryn's limbs are augmented when she chooses to deactivate the cyberskin covering the joints of her cyberlimbs. Also with the increased speed granted by her partial legs could cause problems since her entire legs are not augmented. So she runs the risk of shredding what remaining organic muscle she has if she pushes them too hard, same goes for her arms. It's something that Taryn has always wanted to alter but has yet to make the decision on.

APEX Industries Cyber-C0re Endoskeleton [Atlas Model VI]
In an attempt to counteract the increase strain placed on her body by her augmented arms and legs, as well as to increase the natural resilience of her body Taryn has had an endoskeleton installed. Replacing all of her core bone structure with polymers, steel, and fiber-optics. These include her spine, ribs, sternum, shoulders, and hips allowing her to lift much more weight than a woman of her size would be expected to. It also grants her extreme rigidity, these bones are no longer broken easily and if they are they are most certainly easier to repair. This augment also provides extra shielding to her heart and lungs, allowing Taryn to get a less rugged and more elegant set of lungs and heart.

The only visible contacts for this augmentation are rivets that run along her spine, and hips but for now they're hidden under a layer of cyberskin.

[1] Biotech Cybernetic Heart, & [2] Biotech Lungs
Cutting edge tech paid for by an insanely lucrative contract. Taryn's heart will never stop beating, or at least that's what the warranty said. She's become immune to blood borne pathogens, heart stoppages and irregular heartbeats are no longer something she'll need to worry about for the foreseeable future. Her lungs have increased her stamina, removed the risk of cancers, including the effects of cigarettes. They also possess the ability to operate independent of each other so if one is punctured the other can still function without too many issues. Although over inflation can occur causing damage to or out right destroying surrounding organs and tissue, and with Taryn's endoskeleton she runs the very real risk of crushing her other lung if it over inflates due to the strength of her rib cage.

[1] Engitech Bio-monitor
A sub-dermal display mounted on Taryn's right forearm this augment provides a real-time readout of her common bodily functions like heart rate, blood pressure, blood chemistry, brainwave activity, temperature, cholesterol levels and a number of other miscellaneous bodily functions.

EQUIPMENT:


[1] 5.7mm FMJ Handgun - Holding 15 rounds counting the one in the chamber Taryn's handgun isn't the flashiest piece of firepower but it's what she could afford when she came into South City. She's done enough work involving firearms that she knows what works and what doesn't and in her opinion there are few things that could stop subsequent shots from a 5.7 FMJ, although Taryn prefers to not push her luck in engagements. If it comes down to her having to put rounds down range she aims for the soft spots on her targets, primarily the head, and if she manages to get close enough she'll let her hands take care of them.

SKILLS:

The Iron Wolf - While more of a title than a skill Taryn didn't earn it for no reason. Fighting in the Dome was originally just something Taryn did for fun and some extra cash but she turned out to be very good at it. In a ring where most people are either broken or killed Taryn has taken hits most men would've been knocked out by. She's taken down men twice her size, and refused to give up from a fight. Death isn't something she fears when she knows she can face it on her own terms.

FLAWS:

S.P.E.C.S - Taryn has come to terms with the condition that's starting to effect her body and her mind. Fortunately it started late in her life so she figures she still has a decent amount of time left until she needs to start using Neurosynth to keep her from going over the deep end. Although she blames the disease for the loss of her earliest memories making the possession of her parents photo even more important. Taryn just hopes that by time the disease really hits her she'll be in a better position to take care of herself, and the subsequent addiction that is sure to follow. Although if for whatever reason she isn't she's prepared herself mentally to take her own life than let herself degrade into a mindless husk unaware of who she is.

Sleep Deprivation - Plagued by the inability to enter a deep sleep due to her fear of being killed in her sleep. Taryn has gotten used to it at this point but it's taking a toll on her physically. Even with her augments she's not as sharp or as effective as she could be if she was getting proper rest. With that being said Taryn is easily woken up and some nights won't sleep at all because she's too paranoid to let her guard down. This is something that only came about after she left her previous employer but it could very well be caused by the onset of S.P.E.C.S as well.

NOTES: As far as skills and backstory are concerned I figured I would let them develop over the course of the story. Mainly because I feel like the skills would come more naturally that way, and because I'm horrible at writing a backstory and keeping with it. I don't like to pigeon hole a character with their backstory.

@Prizrak

I do like your new idea of this Koena Dome fighter, but I do think she needs a lot of extrapolation. There is a reason I kept the sheets pretty dense and it's because I want characters to show dynamic change throughout the story, and that is hard to do without a well-built character to begin with. I know backstories can be hard and characters will develop and change, but I encourage development. I am in accord with most of what @The Bork Lazer said. Particularly, I'd want more development on the occupation as it dictates a lot of what the character begins as, the backstory as mentioned above, and most importantly the campaign team position. The whole premise of the RP has each of us specializing and changing in areas that give us active roles in the campaign. This sort of fighter could make a good bruiser or you could try for something like a friend of Campbell's who uses prize money to fund the campaign. No matter the position, we'll all be doing a lot of all sorts of tasks, but I want each person to inherit their unique role. When revised, you'll be gladly accepted into the fold.

This looks like a good one.
Is it too late to join?

I'm interested in making a bartender character who is also a friend and under the table benefactor for the candidate. Light physical augmentations (less combat focused, more on getting away and retaining/spreading/containing information).

Maybe a relationship with the reporter character? Probably as a source. Or as someone to spread misleading information among the clientele. Services of that sort.

@crouchingbacon

Applications have now closed as we are just ready to begin after a lot of waiting. There will be a second phase of characters that I will be bringing in later into the RP, so if you'd like to keep up to date, that will come eventually as things start to settle from the first wave. For now, however, our squad has been determined.

---

Okay ladies and gents, I'm writing the first post now. I'm going to start with group 1 and I will try to get the second post done within the next day as well. Again, I can apologize enough for the long wait times. I've been so busy, but my dedication to Futility is pushing me through this. Let's do this! Also, I've created a new character that will be joining the crew in group 1. I'll post her sheet in the character tab, relegating Cass to a more active NPC role.

[Prizrak]

I'll flesh out her sheet right away. I probably shouldn't have worked on it so late in the night because by the end of the sheet I was just trying to finish it so I could go to sleep.

[Opposition]

I'll flesh out her sheet right away. I probably shouldn't have worked on it so late in the night because by the end of the sheet I was just trying to finish it so I could go to sleep.

@Prizrak

Take your time. At this point, I'll let you work the sheet until you're ready and you can just hop in on the story wherever we are.

[NoriWasHere]

@OppositionJ

HYYYYYPE! Reading the first post now.

[Opposition]

Okay! Group #1 is a go as I hurriedly cranked out the post. Since I wasn't so super specific in that intro, I wanted to make a note.

At this point Swathe Street is your open world. Some of you can choose to be in the suite with Campbell. Others can be out mingling or watching the crowd. Do as you please. I wanted to give you each a moment to establish yourself before we jump into anything too crazy, so you each have a bit of time while the debate is on a break.

Another important thing to note about the sort of secret idea behind Futility. This is the beginning guys, so I need to reiterate. Pay attention to your actions. Know who you're affecting. Prepare accordingly. Every action has repercussions. Every decision amasses allies and enemies. It's up to you to survive the Great Game.

Group Reminder:
Group #1: S'venia, Alton, Proctor, and Delilah.

Group #2: Mackwell, Cass, and Emma.

𝔼𝕊ℂ𝔸ℙ𝔼 𝔽𝕌𝕋𝕀𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕐...

𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋 𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼 𝔹𝔼𝔾𝕀ℕ

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@OppositionJ How do you feel about setting up Discord server for our group here?