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𝙰 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚢, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊-𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝟿𝚖𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚆𝟹, 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚘. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛-𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌-𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 '𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗'. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛-𝚌𝚘𝚙, 𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜.

𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚏, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 '𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕' 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

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𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 - 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝟸𝟶𝟽𝟽 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚖.

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Personal description, how your character acts and reacts, their general behaviour and attitude aswell as any notable reputations.

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From mortal nobody to a Merc in the crew.

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Your character's dispositions on other NPCs and players, a memory could also be a moment shared between one or more people.

Basically character relations to PC and NPCs, you dont need to go deep on this.

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𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚒) 𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝟸 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝.

𝚒𝚒) 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎.

𝚒𝚒𝚒) 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝚒𝚟) 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 (𝚁𝚎𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶, 𝚎𝚝𝚌) 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝙿. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝙿 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚝-𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔/𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.

𝚟) 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑.

𝚟𝚒) 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝚟𝚒𝚒) 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝙽𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.

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Good afternoon

@Vertigo@GingerBoi123@BigPapaBelial@Vertigo@BingTheWing@Garden Gnome@Theyra@SsongsOfHeroism@Hank@Ratattack@kersel@Hyyde322@Creative Chaos

Welcome to OOC, please give it a read and pose your questions as required :).

[Night Diamond]

Ok this is my first time doing a cyberpunk Rp so can someone like fill me on what it is?? Or like give me a small background of it

[Creative Chaos]

How detailed does the CS need to be? Also, would a Ready Player Me model work for a face claim?

[Steel Legion]

I am interested in this.

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How detailed does the CS need to be?

@Creative Chaos

A well detailed and fleshed out character is required.

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Also, would a Ready Player Me model work for a face claim?

@Creative Chaos

No.

[Smike]

Reporting in, will start tonight

EDIT: should ask, for gear should we only pull from the games or do we have leeway to homebrew stuff

[GR1M R3M1ND3R]

Can we homebrew gear?

[DeadDrop]

Within reason.

[GR1M R3M1ND3R]

Vatican Boy

_{N A M E S U R N A M E
◄ AGE: 24 ▎ MALE ▎ HEIGHT: 210 cm ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
Records of the Vatican's personal mercenary groups, written in the archives of Cardinal Mcdonald's library:

I am afraid that brother Giovanni has some particular problems with his adaptation to the training that he has been given, specifically in the field of close-quarters combat, although the effects of cyberpsychosis have not been present within him according to all scans that have been conducted on him. He is a particularly interesting one, showing extreme adaptability to the FREAK Sandevistan that has been made by the Vatican artificers, being able to continuously use it for extended periods of time, although there are some behavioral issues present within him, such as a disposition towards rebellion against authority and violence, he was even able to harm an instructor that was training him in close-quarters combat, leading to him being being punished via beating for thirty minutes. What he shows however is an extreme amount of resilience, being able to pass the various tests levied against him with flying colors, even being able to handle professional mercenaries at just the age of fourteen. Although I have some concerns over his particularly violent nature and skillful disposition, as he often harms others with increasing frequency as of late, attracting the attention of the other Cardinals, as they wish to see what he is capable of, and I do not wish to burden him with the attention of the other Cardinals.

He has extreme adaptability when it comes to cyberware, warrenting the attention of the artificers of the Vatican, as they see an opportunity that cannot be wasted in him, and I must admit, I am curious what exactly can push him to the limit in terms of cyberpsychosis so that we may see what would truly push him over the edge. I will say that he is someone that shows quite a bit of interest in cyberware, so it would not exactly be a one-sided deal for him to be given the best of the best that the Vatican can create and buy from mega-corporations, although I don't know exactly what the other Cardinals think of the prospect of modifying one of God's children, it is still something to consider in these trying times for Christendom, as our faith wanes, so does the hope for the world, as it has been taken over by malevolent forces that wish to snuff out the flame of Christ, but know this, my friends, this child will surely bring us safety, perhaps he shall even be ordained as a saint in the future.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}
Excerpts from Giovanni's personal diary:

"It seems as if there is a disturbance within the hall of the Vatican today, the priests seem worried at the very sight of me, as if they are viewing a monster, perhaps it is the blood that covers me constantly, or the unnatural implants given to me by the artificers, but it matters not, for those foolish sheep do not know the glory of violence, what it truly means to live in God's light, but they will soon know, as I have prepared my salvation from this place, perhaps I will escape to one of the wretched lands of Europe, or perhaps America will call my name. It matters not, for the Lord will show me the path that is right for me, and these fools that doubt me will say what true power is, their doubts cleansed in the flame of ambition that swells from within my heart, and perhaps, just maybe, I can find something resembling peace in the lands that I will flee in." - 23rd entry

"The priests say that my tendencies are a bit too much, but they said that my writing skills are impressive for my age, so that's a good thing, I suppose. They praised me for the results of my written exams, saying that I showed great intellect and was blessed with something truly amazing by the Lord's light. They say that the artificers wish to see me, as I show "great potential in terms of cyberware adaptability", whatever that's supposed to mean. Anyway, I am suppose to head over to Cardinal Mcdonald's room for instructions on what to do next, as this is my first entry into the personal diary that he gifted me for my birthday, something that I truly appreciate from him. Hopefully things will calm down when I am done with my training, as the priests have been frantic to cover up something that I don't know about, probably a leak of information that got out due to some mole among us. Anyway, I suppose this the end of the first entry, I hope things become better." - 1st entry

"I see blood, everywhere, all around me, bodies are splayed out like the carcasses of animals that have been hunted by wolves. So this is what it is like. Why would the Lord allow such a thing? That is the question that always seems to permeate throughout my mind, even if I try to snuff it out, it still comes back even stronger, the doubt within my heart is surely heretical. What would the Cardinal think of me? I don't even know anymore, my hands are shaking, and I am barely even able to write this entry into my diary. Perhaps it is for the best that I cannot express my thoughts even further than this, for surely I may go mad from these revelations. Night City, that is the place that I have been trapped in. It is a place of decadence and material greed, nothing that should be admired, but still, there are opportunities here that cannot be ignored, such as the many contracts that permeate throughout the city. Perhaps I will be able to claim something of a name for myself in this wretched hive of scum and villainy." - 30th entry

Comments from an unknown prospector:

It seems the kid has been through a lot, not exactly unusual in this vile city, but still, from what I can tell from these recovered excerpts, he is starting to doubt his faith in God, something truly tragic in this time of materialism and greed, but still, I suppose its best for him to realize the harshness of the world before he can truly delve into the depths of Night City. This city is a cruel place after all, so it is only natural that someone of his disposition would begin to doubt the things that they've believed in for so long. From what I can tell from these excerpts, he's probably somewhere in Night City doing Solo work by himself, and from what I've gathered on the kid, he's gathered quite the reputation around these parts, as someone that is ruthless to anyone in the boundaries of the city. Records say he's joined a mercenary group as well, a group of rag-tag individuals I suppose.

If I'm piecing the excerpts that I have correctly, he was some sort of child supersoldier of the Vatican before coming to Night City, serving them loyally like a dog, although with some hiccups here and there. He seems to have relations to some Cardinal that from what I can tell is a wealthy investor in many companies around the world, being one of the richest men on Europe, being one of the last bastions for the Catholic faith left on the planet. Curious, the kid seems to have an interesting relationship with the good Cardinal, like a father-son relationship from what I can tell, but I don't want to jump to conclusions. It seems that he received many cyberware implants in his time in the Vatican, particularly something called a "FREAK Sandevistan", something that I assume is a modified version of the Sandevistan that so many companies have developed.

How he came to Night City is a mystery to me, so from I can tell from the entries on the diary, he somehow ferried his way to California in some sort of cargo ship, or at least, I'm guessing its a cargo ship, there isn't really much info on what he got on as he was travelling to America. Many things this kid is, and sane doesn't seem to be one of them, despite showing extreme adaptability to cyberware, he seems to show signs of derangement in some of his diaries, not exactly from cyberpsychosis, but more from the trauma that he has endured in Night City. He seems to have a particular interest in "walks" of some kind, its what he calls his hunts as a Solo, and he shows signs of anti-social behavior, such as hunting down criminals for the simple sake of killing and maiming them, this piece of information I got not from his diary, but from several reports of dozens of dead bodies being spotted across Night City, their figures mutilated, often having their weapons shoved into their bodies. Overall, I think something is seriously wrong with the kid, with the possibility of cyberpsychosis and trauma from his experiences within Night City being the cause of his symptoms, and from what I can tell, the Vatican is not looking for him, as he was able to somehow fake his death in an operation that they sent him.

_{M E M O R I E S}
Excerpts from Giovanni's personal diary:

"It seems that my "walks" have gathered the attention of the denizens of this hive. It is irrelevant to my goals, and I do not see them as a threat, however something interesting has been given to me: an invitation to some sort of mercenary group that seems to pay quite well. I am considering joining them, if only for the possibility of getting a good pay in this wretched city and it seems that they are a particularly interesting bunch, having a mixed bag of backgrounds of individuals. They seem to be strong, just as I wish for my allies to be. My interest in the group has been increasing over the days that I have pondered joining them, a sign that my interest is growing stronger and stronger every moment that I think about it. So far, the Vatican has not spotted my existence just yet, and I do not expect them to find me just yet. The faking of my death on the first operation they sent me must have shocked them, although I was not a particularly excellent soldier, it still must have hit them quite hard that one of their precious agents were lost in an operation." - 40th entry

"I have officially decided to join the group that has invited me into their ranks. Hopefully I do not see anymore troublesome individuals within the halls of this organization, but so far, the people within the organization seem to be friendly enough, not something that I should extensively worry about. Although I do think that their ranks could be bolstered with more firepower, hence why I am joining them for the sake of helping them in their endeavors. The people within the ranks of the group seem to be decent enough, although they do show their quirks and kinks at times. I do not see them as much of threat to my safety, however there are some that are particularly powerful, giving me worry that in the future we will come into conflict, although such worries I think are unfounded, as I possess a neutral reputation with them, so it is not really a worry for me. In terms of the personalities of the crew, they are decent people, having more than enough virtue for me to somewhat appreciate their existence, so it is not so worrisome that they will commit acts that are deplorable and require punishment on my part.

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S}
FREAK Sandevistan: A modified version of the Sandevistan manufactured by the Vatican. It is far more capable than commercial versions of the operating system, being able to activate for longer periods of time and having a much lesser cooldown time.
Stigmata Skeletal System: A set of implants that completely replace the skeletal system of the subject with an extremely durable titanium alloy, replacing their bone marrow with highly-efficient substitutes that produce more than thrice the amount of blood of the original.
Holy Grail Complete Circulatory Replacement Package: A system that completely replaces the circulatory system of the subject, enhancing their capabilities past the maximum of the human body, giving them far more in terms of circulation of blood around the body.
Pneuma Nervous System & Sensory Package: A set of cyberware that enhances overall cognitive ability, including intelligence, memory retention, and processing speed, along with far more. It also enhances the five senses past human capability, giving the user extremely keen senses.
Subdermal Armor: A simple titanium mesh subdermal implant made by the Vatican, protecting the user from particularly dangerous damage that may harm their internal organs.
Samson Limb Replacement Package: A limb replacement set that gives its user extreme capabilities rivaled only by the best cyberware commercially available. It also replaces the muscles that support the limbs such as back muscles with far more capable replacements.
Nails of Helena: A set of replicas of the Nails of Helena that emit an extremely potent burst of electromagnetic radiation whenever inserted into objects, allowing the user to harm the cybernetic denizens of Night City with ease. It also serves the function of weapons that allow its user to fight in their Sandevistan state without trouble.

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@SsongsOfHeroism A hider please.

[BingTheWing]

Set

<sub>A L I S T A I R ' S E T ' L I U
◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'8 ►

I was a teenage outlaw
With no worries on my mind
And now I'm getting older
My heart is growing colder all the time...</sub>

_{P R O F I L E}

Two years on the run from Arasaka have neutered Set’s once-flamboyant personal style into a muted shell of the corporate netrunner playboy he used to be. His facial features are unremarkably East Asian and slightly emaciated from a constant diet of sugary kibble. But no matter where he may be, it’s still clear to see that Set didn’t grow up on the streets. His skin is soft, pale and remarkably free of scars or cuts any other streetkid would proudly sport. But looks can be deceiving: Set is noticeably alert and aware of his own surroundings even when "jacked out" into the real world.

While two years of living on the Street have knocked his ego down a peg or two, Set’s past life as Arasaka’s pampered attack dog inevitably shines through once he is given a chance to prove himself. Set is good at netrunning, and–unfortunately for those around him–he knows it. In a corporate psychological diagnosis, Set’s personality flaws as an Arasaka employee included, among others: general impulsiveness, an inflated sense of self-importance, and an inability to work with people he considers less competent than he is. Su’s personal assessment, in simple terms: “a stuck-up asshole, especially to the people (he) love(s).”

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

Arasaka Employee and Contractor Unidirectory - Entry E4482747383 (DEFUNCT)

DOB: 2052/01/06

POB: Shenzhen-Guangzhou Greater Metropolitan Region, People’s Republic of China

BIO:

Subject was born an only child and moved with his family to San Francisco in 2055. Parents were electronics technicians for Zhirafa.

In 2064, subject was second runner-up of his school district’s local hackathon. In 2066, became the youngest ever grand champion of San Francisco’s Annual City CodeCup with his proposed redesign of the SFPD’s defensive NET architecture.

In 2069, subject was first-runner up of the Arasaka Programming World Cup for Young Technology Leaders, and was correspondingly awarded a scholarship in computer science in the Tokyo campus of the Arasaka Institute of Technology.

After graduating from the accelerated track, subject moved to Singapore and worked as a cybersecurity specialist for Arasaka. Was promoted several times for exceptional performance in neutralizing SovOil cyberthreats to Petrochem facilities in Indonesia.

Subject developed an observable gambling compulsion and was frequently sighted in Macau casinos when on paid leave. Subject was also the unconfirmed source of several minor decryption programs detected and quarantined by Macau police, possibly initially sold off to triads to pay off casino credit.

Subject was reportedly involved in a romantic relationship with one Qiao Suli, a Singaporean chemical engineer for Petrochem.

On 2075/10/14, subject was identified as the trigger of a distress signal originating from one of Arasaka’s Singaporean dataforts, later established to be the result of an attempted unauthorized mass decryption of field operative biodata. Subject was immediately apprehended by Arasaka Security and a tactical interrogation yielded the working conclusion that he was acting on the orders of several Macau triad bosses in order to pay back a series of accrued financial debts. His claim that no sensitive data was leaked to criminal elements was deemed unlikely.

Subject escaped from detention with the aid of an outside actor, possibly Qiao. Arasaka security operatives immediately engaged in hot pursuit, but subject was able to have his company-provided geotracker implants surgically removed piecemeal throughout Southeast Asia. Subject's last known biosignals were traced to Calcutta. Complaint on Qiao was submitted to Petrochem HR, but investigation failed to yield results.

Subject’s employment contract was TERMINATED by Arasaka on 2075/10/17. Arasaka will not consider any future applications from subject for formal employment or other contractual work.

Arasaka has classified subject as PERSONA NON GRATA and will be treated according to field ROE as determined by Arasaka Security.

_{M E M O R I E S}

filename: Su

log located. filetype: audio

>play

Rustling.

“Set, if you’re listening to this, you’re probably out of the facility. Give your body some time to heal from what those Arasaka thugs did to your internal cyberware. In fact, I suggest you have all of that junk removed from your system. The less data footprints Arasaka has on you, the better.

“Now, onto what you need to know.”

A deep breath.

“I don’t know how I could have fucked up your life more than you did.

"You loved to go on and on about your fancy toys, your supercars, your casino memberships and your corporate penthouses–that it was all because of you. That nobody gave you anything, that you worked for every single eurobuck of this meaningless corporate bullshit.

"Well, now, you can’t blame me. You can’t even blame Arasaka–you knew what you got yourself into. This is all on you.

"You’ve thrown away your life. With your credentials wiped, you’ll never work another proper corpo job again. And it’s not just Arasaka that’s after you–the only way you’ll get into triad territory again is with your head on a pike. Your parents are even under house arrest, for Christ’s sake. Not to mention how I’m definitely on Arasaka’s watchlist now–you couldn’t have broken out of there without somebody helping you.

“But, someday, Set–”

A pause, then quiet sobbing.

“I wish you would remember who you were before. When we met, you promised that you would work so hard, we’d live in one of those starscrapers in the atmosphere with a view of the Milky Way in our living room. We both promised each other so much. I don’t know how we could get it back now.

“One day, you could come back here. To Singapore. For us. But I wouldn’t even know where to start. You’ll probably have to do dirty jobs, hurt and kill even more people . . . all so that you can have a second chance at life. I don’t know how I could live with that.

“This is the last thing you’ll probably hear from me in a long time. I have my own life to live and my own name to clear. But in case a miracle happens, in case you manage to put your life back together again . . .

“I’ll be here.”

Sounds of the city.

end log

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S}

CYBERNETICS
1x cranium interface plug
2x chip sockets
1x left cyberarm w/ cyberdeck functionality
2x cybereyes w/ virtuality functionality
1x internal agent implant

WEAPONS AND ARMOR
1x kevlar vest
1x Militech P38 “Anubis” SMG, select fire

MISCELLANEOUS
1x Laptop
Assorted memory chips
Personal CarePaks
1x bed and blanket pack
1x print picture of a young woman, with only “宿” handwritten on the back

[Smike]

super WIP

_{Zhenya "Zen" Makarova
"The Beast From the East, that's me!"
◄ 48 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 6'8" ►}

_{P R O F I L E
"I'm like a puppy really, a big, strong Rottweiler puppy that loves you until you bother it. Then it rips your face open."}

Zhenya is a SINless, heavily augmented Solo with no shortage of experience, a thirty-year veteran of corporate conflicts and gang wars across the globe. Like most Solos, she's not quite right in the head after having spilled more blood than could be healthy for her psyche. Over her seven-odd years in Night City she's built a reputation of dependability: you can depend on her to go in guns blazing and leave a lot of bodies behind. She's unsuited for stealth or espionage and is thus relegated to low-tier hits, clearing out rival gangs from street corners or beating the shit out of an informant to send a message.

Physically she sticks out from the crowd, standing far above the vast majority of people without some sort of leg extension bodymod. While her height is somewhat impractical in day-to-day life it does wonders when she's getting paid to shake someone down. Physically she's in excellent shape, looking younger than her near fifty years thanks to some choice surgery before she moved to the Free States. While she's most definitely buff her build hides the augmented strength she can bring to bear. Zen dresses practically, eschewing the flashy neon getups favored by some Solos in favor of simple tank tops and cheap cargo pants.

While not yet in the state of mass homicidal delusion that is the common perception of cyberpsychosis Zen is most definitely 'off'. All the times she's been shot, stabbed, hit by cars or thrown from buildings hasn't helped her stability and neither does her heavy drug use. She's long past the point of killing for anything other than money and the sense of power it gives, unbothered by the idea of hurting other people if it gets her what she wants.

However, she's not interested in performing random massacres. What she craves is the adrenaline rush from a proper shootout, the sense of danger when bullets start flying in her direction. Merc work is her outlet for this need to butcher and break people, leaving her in a rather friendly (if overly enthusiastic) state all other times. Zhenya speaks quickly and acts quicker, invading people's personal space as she drags them into rapid-fire chatter about anything and everything.

She's also perpetually broke. Riding the poverty line is far from uncommon in Night City of course but for a Solo with as much experience as she has Zen is embarrassingly low on creds. Her Fixer is so low on the totem pole that he can only offer her jobs that pay a couple thousand eddies a pop and she's in debt to a ripper doc for fixing up her dog after it caught some stray lead. Without a stable corpo paycheck and lacking the the resources she had in Eastern Europe she's forced to live off of cheap takeout while sleeping in her car.

Zhenya doesn't mind. She's free to do what she does best without having to put up with all the boring rank-and-file bullshit Life's a breeze really, except for the fact that she's in a foreign country where she has no friends or family. And that she's a (barely) functional addict with expensive habits. Also, she's so chromed up inside that she could snap into cyberpsychosis without warning and that's assuming she doesn't die from a gut shot she didn't notice due to her screwed-up augs.

Putting all of that aside, she's loving life.

It's also important to note that Zen might already be a cyberpsycho. She's already got the penchant for violence and a sense of superiority stoked by all the fancy tech shoved into her and not every CP goes out in an explosive blaze of glory surrounded by dead cops. Sometimes they simply cease to be, their personality fractured beyond recognition.

That terrifies Zhenya. Losing herself in that way would be succumbing to the slow identity loss she left SovOil and Militech to avoid. All she can do is try to stave it off with sketchy sedatives bought from cheap dealers and hope that she manages to become somebody before she turns into a nobody.

She takes life as it comes and always with a dogged optimism born out of bravado. Whatever happens, whatever's thrown her way, she'll take care of it just like she did everything else.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

"Ancient History, really"

Zhenya Makarova was born in Yekaterinburg, Russia on October 14, 2029, a scant four years after the end of the Fourth Corporate War. Her family was originally loyal to the Soviet Union but broke away in the face of it's increasing corporate control, both of her parents and her elder brother Red Army operatives before signing on with SovOil.

The family was solidly middle-class, living in a series of decent apartments across Russia and the other constituent republics and getting food that was adequate in both quantity and quality. Zhenya received a decent education and had the means to make something of herself, perhaps a middle manager for SovOil or crossing the border to become an accountant for Kang Tao. Hell, with her height she could have played basketball

However, she never took to the idea of a desk job. Zhenya grew up fighting with other children and running from local law enforcement when she and her friends were caught scrawling tags over public property. While not quite antisocial she was uninterested in playing it safe. It was obvious that she was an adrenaline junkie, fueled by excitement more than anything else.

By the time she was in her mid-teens she had a number of infractions on her record, mostly disorderly conduct for brawling and a couple cases of joyriding.

Had it not been for her parents track records of service to SovOil Zhenya would simply another been another gopnik, hanging out on street corners while trying to prove herself as the baddest motherfucker around. Instead she was signed up to serve like the rest of her family, given basic security training before being given a gun and told to defend corporate interests from the same riffraff she had been hanging out with.

While she was hardly thrilled at the prospect of wearing a uniform or taking orders the power that SovOil gave her was intoxicating. She had a license to kick ass, not just allowed but expected to bust the head of anyone who even looked at company property funny. Most of her paycheck was spent on down payments for black-market cyberwear and fueling her addiction to syn-coke with the occasional hospital visit for injuries sustained in back alley brawls. There was a learning curve for the first couple of years, a few citations for excessive force and reckless endangerment, but eventually some pencil pusher managing the personnel roster had a brilliant idea:

Why risk collateral damage and waste a perfectly good goon when she could be reassigned to the middle of nowhere?

With the USSR's old enemy America having splintered into NUSA and the rise of corporate power over the Politiboro most of the conflict in Russia was internal. Besides the usual gangland warfare the various nations of Neo-Sov often had border clashes, to say nothing of the more organized crews making a living off of attacking SovOil storage depots. Zhenya was sent to Siberia to deal with those vultures, the wide open wasteland the perfect sort of enviroment for someone like her.

That was her life for the next three decades. Trying to stay warm inside desolate SovOil outposts, serving as gunner on AV patrols to clear out bandit camps and laying waste to anything she was told to. Inbetween the months on the job were the weeks long stretches of downtime, most of which was spent partying or running her own rackets on the side. SovOil didn't care if its guards were selling confiscated contraband or shaking down villages for protection money, as long as they did their jobs.

By her forties Zen had straightened out, more or less. She had figured out how to toe the line when required but found herself growing bored. The syn-coke habit had been replaced by painkillers and sedatives, the running gun battles with would be thieves in the shadow of the Urals all blurring into one. Siberia was growing old, a change was needed.

"Pretty Recent Stuff"

The opportunity came when her EV was shot down by some booster with a stolen rocket launcher. The low power of the degraded warhead hadn't been enough to blow the vehicle apart and Zen survived the crash thanks to the aggressive amount of cyberware she had installed. With the rest of the crew dead she simply trekked back to base, grabbed her stuff and slipped free.

Her father had passed a decade ago and she hadn't spoken to her mother or brother in years. Zen found it easy to leave her old life behind, crossing the border into Poland and then onto Germany. The formerly United States was chosen as her final destination purely on basis of distance. She wanted to get as far away as possible as quickly as possible and with the help of smugglers she managed to do just that.

Eurodollars were not officially exchanged in the Neo=Soviet Union and much of what Zen had earned from her side hustles was spent on making it to NUSA. She needed a job, and what with having spent her whole life as a professional gunslinger, had little in the way of marketable skills. But she had arrived in the early stages of the Unification Wars, NUSA moving to finally bring the Free States back under its thumb. Militech, the real power behind NUS of A, needed more bodies and was willing to bring on a foreigner who wanted to be thrown into the meat grinder.

Zhenya fought at Ridgecrest in what would be the bloodiest battle of the Unification War before marching north for the coming assault on Night City (noting the irony of her home country sending support to the soon-to-be-besieged city), only to be sorely disappointed when the arrival of an Arasaka supercarrier forced the Militech/NUSA force to retreat.

The war was ended with the Arvin Accords and Zhenya was unceremoniously booted from Militech, her maverick attitude and worrying love of cyberwear no longer tolerated without a conflict to let her get killed in.

The remainder of her Sov cash was long gone and her salary from Militech had blown on drugs and joytoys in a series of post-war celebrations. Zen was dead broke with no friends or family to rely on, lacking even a superior officer willing to vouch for her. What she did have was an arsenal of heavy weaponry, way too much chrome and the directions to a town she had intended on painting red anyway.

"Here and now"

Night City didn't judge. It took her in like it did every other lunatic merc, a neon playground for her to ply her trade. With her connections far and few between Zen was at the bottom of the pile, an overqualified hired gun for those unbothered by things getting loud. Any decent paying job she found required more discretion she was capable or cared to give and there were always expenses. Food, meds to patch herself up with after jobs, new cyberware, various sedatives to counteract the increasing odds of completely losing it due to that cyberware, so many things to buy and not enough eddies to buy them with.

But Zhenya didn't mind being homeless. She had a car to sleep in and a dog to hang out with, that was about as much as she needed. More importantly, she was free. No bosses yelling orders, no parents to try and impress with her service, she worked when she wanted for who she wanted.

She could be whoever she wanted, even if the person she wanted to be was just a more infamous version of who she already was. She found people willing to work with her, running ops for a shifty ground-floor Fixer and serving as a shooter for a wheelman by the name of 3D.

_{M E M O R I E S}

A Useful Idiot Fixer

Jake Tao- A low-tier fixer, perfect for a low-tier solo. Johnny likes to spin himself as being bigger than he is and Zen nods politely despite knowing full well he's not going to find her a job different than the usual "burn rival stash spot here, shoot a too-curious bennie there." He's useful not because he offers good gigs, he's useful because he offers lots of them. It's the one advantage of working with bottom of the bin clients, plenty of poor people want other poor people dead.

A Useful Competent Fixer

3D- An actually competent fixer, even if he has poor taste. Zen likes to work for 3D because he offers her gigs that actually paid well...or at least he did before he was ran out of his mansion. She tries to throw him a bone now and again in the aftermath of the bordello raid but there's only such much she can do when she's already skipping meals to afford more ammo. He's a a good buddy and a great driver but a very bad source for fashion advice.

A Furry Son

Uncle Sam- Zen's pet, personal therapist, diary and pillow. He's named after the patron saint of her adopted country and he's just the bestest boy in the whole world, yes he is! A stray blast of buckshot took out an eye and a leg but Zen managed to rush him over to a ripperdoc in time to save his life.

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S
"All my worldly possessions. It's uh, it's not much."}

Weapons

Mark. 31 Heavy Machinegun- Eighty-two pounds of high-powered weaponry, firing .50 BMG from a backpack-mounted feed system. The Mk. 31 is unwieldy even for those all borg'ed up but its ability to chew through cover, light vehicles and most definitely people make it worth keeping around. Fires a variety of rounds, all of which will absolutely ruin someone's day.

Militech Crusher- The Crusher's small size makes it convenient for use indoors while its eight-gauge payload and twelve-round magazine make it deadly. It's Zhenya's go-to when the situation warrants some semblance of subtlety.

RT-46 Burya- Zhenya's sidearm from her SovOil days and one of the few tech-weapons she cares for. Low-capacity and most certainly not low profile but makes up for these deficits with its sheer power. If it doesn't drop dead after getting shot by a railgun Zen probably shouldn't have shot at it in the first place.

"Rezat" Officer's Sword- Her father's official parade sidearm from his days as an officer in the greatly diminished Red Army, it was given a very unofficial nickname when she inherited it. The titanium blade is sharp, durable, and lightweight while the decorative grip contains pressure sensitive circuitry. A squeeze of her hand sends a current of around eight thousand volts up the blade.

Even if she can't pierce their skin that much juice can inhibit a chromed up opponent just fine.

Cyberware

Nervous System

Kerenzikov- Gives a boost to Zen's reflexes for a brief moment, allowing her to dive out of the way of that grenade or intercept that punch at the last minute.

Nanorelays- A fiarly basic set of impulse boosters to extend the effects of both Kerenzikov and Sandevistan.

Sensory

DefnDum Protection System- Zen regularly fires off huge guns inside enclosed spaces, a recipe for disaster if proper precautions aren't taken. The DDPS is wired to Zen's eyes and ears, automatically dampening extremes in decibels and lumens to manageable levels.

Integumentary

Subdermal Amor- SovOil equips its security forces in the Siberian wastes with beneath-the-skin armor plate as an added defense against small arms fire.

Grounding Plating- Bounce Back and MaxDoc can help with bleeding, burns and blunt force trauma but electricity will still happily cripple a chromed-up killer. The dispersal systems through Zhenya's body ensure that any nasty electromagnetism she encounters will simply be brushed off.

Circulatory

Syn-Lungs- Being a muscular giant with metal bones will only get you so far. Zen has to lug around a lot of heavy shit at speed and doing so requires more air than a normal fleshy set of lungs can provide.

Operating System

Sandevistan- A classic piece of cyberwear used by any merc worth their fee. It's longer lasting than the Kerenzikov but comes with a larger recharge time to boot.

Frontal Cortex

Babble-On Translator: Zhenya's English is rudimentary, consisting of enough short phrases and street slang to get by but any conversation more complex than that is beyond her. The Babble-On lets her cheat by automatically filtering words in English into her native Russian and vice versa.

The standard Babble came with the option of Cool, Polite Female and Cool, Polite Male, making Zen sound entirely different than she does when using her actual speaking voice.

Skeleton

Titanium Skeleton- A reinforced skeletal structure to let Zhenya carry extreme weight and protect her knuckles in a fight.

Dense Marrow- If she needs to hit something Zen wants to hit it hard. The increased weight puts more power behind her blows so that people stay down when she tells them to.

Ocular

Röntgeneyes- A set of ocular implants from the International Electric Corporation. Despite the name they're not actually powered by X-rays but by sonar, the cyberware allowing Zen to see people through walls and track their movement using radio waves. The blurry shapes are sharpened into proper outlines by microcameras so that she knows what's on the other side of the wall. Useful when combined with high caliber weaponry that can shoot through cover.

Immune System

Pain Editor- A good quality Pain Editor numbs the sensation of injury, helping to manage shock and to keep the recipient in the fight, provided the wound isn't lethal of course. Zhenya got hers for cheap from a third-hand dealer which means that it totally blocks out the pain.

This is an extremely dangerous effect because it means that Zen runs the risk of bleeding to death if she's not careful. She won't be able to feel when her outer gear and subdermal armor are breached so she has to constantly check herself to know if she's on death's door or not. As with some natural cases of Congenital Analgesia the effect can be somewhat lessened by being treated with naloxone but this is an expensive and temporary fix.

Miscellaneous

Agent- Zhenya's cell phone, computer, personal assistant and main source of entertainment outside of murder, all in one convenient package.
Galena GA32t- A used model of an already cheap sports car, given to Zen as payment for a gig. Since she has no permanent home it pulls double duty as her bedroom and transportation.
Heavy Armorjack- In the form of an armorweave trench coat with metal plates inserted at strategic points and a laminate armor vest underneath. It won't help much if she gets shot in the legs or the head but its far better than nothing.
Everything Else- Spare ammo, spare magazines, the few hundred eddies Zhenya has left, changes of clothes, a couple blankets and the various drugs she takes. Generally strewn about the floor and trunk of her car.

[Waylon]

@DeadDrop

Consider me interested in this one too, but I think I gotta catch up on this one's lore first to do it justice.

How politically incorrect is this RP allowed to be though? I'm thinking of making a foul-mouthed pimp character.

[Hyyde322]

WIP

_{AYLO "JINX" RIPLEY
◄ 22 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Everyone's favorite snarky, facetious, self-destructive, drunk of a merc has arrived. Among many of her self-destructive tendecies, drinking is one of them. Plagued by her past and riddled with guilt, drinking is what she does to cope

_{D A Y S - G O N E}
From mortal nobody to a Merc in the crew.

_{M E M O R I E S}
Your character's dispositions on other NPCs and players, a memory could also be a moment shared between one or more people.

Basically character relations to PC and NPCs, you dont need to go deep on this.

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S}

[Creative Chaos]

Fingers

_{T R O Y L I N K S
◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ HEIGHT: 185cm ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
Troy Links is ambitious for an indie, always looking to outdo himself, never settling for subpar performance. He worked in the Night City hospital with a modest level of care, getting repairs done in a clean fashion with minimal loss of life and limb. Troy had a knack for finding and fixing wounds that rivals even seasoned ripperdocs.

However, that ambition caused a few problems for him in the past. He was a former employee at TTI, but he grew restless. The work became practice for him, and he realized that his skills had dulled from the monotony of it all. So, he left the Night City hospital, got rid of his SIN, and began work as a street doc. He barely speaks to much of anyone outside of working and negotiating, always testing new things, taking new equipment apart just to see what it does and then put it back together.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}
Excerpts from Troy’s voice logs:

“Start log. I’ve been in Night City for a while, and it’s…not what I expected. If I was told a month that I’d be getting paid to fix people up in the City of Dreams, I’d have kissed them. But now? All I feel is robbed. Everyday’s the same old shuffle: get up, head to the TTI hospital, wait for a call, hop on an AV-4, deal with some shirt or Solo who got caught up with the wrong gang, rinse, repeat. The city’s driving me crazy, and no one wants to listen. Everyone’s fine with this mindless complacency, and I was too, but not now. Now I want something more than being a number. I’m not here to waste my time on whatever issues some megacorp has. I came to Night City. make a name for myself. I’ll make this city work for me, even if it’s the death of me. End log.” - Entry No. 12

“Start log. I’m on the road to Night City, sinceI got stationed at the hospital there. The Whos said something about increased levels of crime and needing more bodies on the field. My workmates seem excited for the chance, and I can feel the anticipation going through everyone. I can’t wait to see what the city of dreams is like. So many different cultures and walks of life, and so many opportunities to shine in my own way! Frag, there’s so much to think and plan out, and so little time. I’ll figure it out later, but for now, I have to get myself a place to sleep, and some spending money. Oh, and get an address on the Net so my family can send me pictures. I plan to keep records of my time here, so I got this voice recorder. More to follow. End log.” - Entry No. 1

“Start log. I’ve taken my skills to the Black Market, and the patients are much more varied. I had seen bits of flash on some shirts in my old life, but some of the borgs have chrome I only hear rumors about! The patients pay well, and I’m looking at a set of cyberoptics with a few good functions. They’re meant for Solos and Fixers, but the UV setting is something I need for cleaning and infrared would be wondrous for finding overheating cyberware. Still, saving up for it’s gonna be a hassle, since my creds aren’t looking…great. But I’ve been getting a few more patients than the average in the past few days, so that might change soon. It’s kinda weird to imagine where I was a year ago. The lessons I learned on the Trauma Team stick with me even now. Being a ripper for the TTI wasn’t the worst decision I’ve made, and leaving wasn’t the best. But it’s fine, I’m fine. I’ve acclimated to this life. Still, I stay up at night thinking about these things. Heh, I shouldn’t dwell on it too much, so I’ll sign off here. End log.” - Entry No. 36

_{M E M O R I E S}
Excerpts from Troy’s voice logs:

“Start log. Some bount from TTI tried to chalk me out a couple days ago. The good news is he’s not going back to report to them, I made sure of it. I won’t be going down that alley until the badges clear the place though. At least I was alone when it happened, so no witnesses to deal with. But there’s a catch, as always. The bount got off a few shots from his taser, and it shorted out some of my optics, and partially disabled the jazz I’d had implanted. Hopefully the effects will wear off so I can get back to practice. But this brings up a worrisome problem. A bunch of megacorps are making some really big moves, and the Market’s reaching Chinese takeout levels of chaos, and it doesn’t seem to be letting up soon. I need some muscle, and I need it sooner than later. For the moment, I’ll lay low and see what comes up. End log.” - Entry No. 80

“Start log. First, an update. The optics and jazz are now back to functioning at full performance. The twitcher incident was a setback, but the effects of it have chilled. Now, for more interesting news. I recently came across a group of mercenaries asking for my talents. Night City’s been going to drek for a while, and I’ve never had so many patients in my life. It’s dangerous to be alone, and this might be my chance to be more than some expendable Street Doc. They seem to be a decent lot, but not many have medical experience, so I have decided to fill the gap. Hopefully the biz isn’t too bad. I don’t much care about their ideals, but an opportunity’s an opportunity. More to follow as needed. End log.” - Entry No. 88

_{G E A R & C Y B E R N E T I C S}
”I never was good at packing. Still, this should be enough.”

Rainbow Optics: A series of cyberoptics and bioware that let Troy see multiple wavelengths of light, including infrared, ultraviolet, and gamma rays for rapid diagnosis. These enhancements also give him telescopic vision, but Troy rarely uses this for anything besides delicate surgery and fine repairs.
Jazz Hands: A pair of chips in each of Troy’s forearms that earned him the nickname Fingers. These implants keep his hands steady under high stress, letting Troy give aid even in a gunfight. As a side effect, Troy’s aim is unnaturally steady.

Important possessions:

Slide: A Tsunami Nue with a few modifications to make sure it never needs any significant repairs.

Bug Out bag: A duffel bag filled with surgeon’s tools, a Swiss Army knife, a bag of spare syringe tips, some creds, a few changes of clothes, a taser, and a gun cleaning kit.

The cure: A tempered glass bottle of a combination of cyanide and a fast acting corroding agent, as well as a piston. Perfect for sparing patients the suffering of cyberpsychosis. “May come in handy sooner rather than later.”