[CHAR] Neon Noir - Cyberpunk Crime Thriller (CLOSED)

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Dramatis Personae

@Eviledd1984 Ben Zebrowski
@Izurich Lenneth
@KazAlkemi Zain Anders
@AwesomeZero5 Kit Cochrin
@Expendable Niner

[Izurich]

Lenneth - Bionic Maid

LENNETH

Female | 183cm (6'0") | 128kg (282lbs)

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DESCRIPTION:

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Standing Profile

Cold, pragmatic, and austere, the statuesque blonde's icy blue gaze chills the nerves of all but the most hardboiled men (and women). With unblemished fair complexion that seem too perfect, one would be justified to assume Lenneth is one of those sophisticated gynoids only the most affluent can afford, and they won't be entirely mistaken; every single part of Lenneth's body sans her brain is artificial, the end result of her Master's unwavering pursuit to save his cherished servant's life, no matter the cost. The explosion she took to shield her Master might have broken her body, but not her spirit. Now reborn, her new body may be artificial, yet her devotion remains genuine. Now armed with the H.A.Lo module and custom-made 'Nibelung' carbine rifle, the maid stands ready to serve, whatever Master's wishes will be her command.

FATE POINTS (FP) REFRESH: 3

APPROACHES:

❖ Careful: Fair (+2)
❖ Clever: Mediocre (+0)
❖ Flashy: Average (+1)
❖ Forceful: Good (+3)
❖ Quick: Fair (+2)
❖ Sneaky: Average (+1)

ASPECTS:

❖ High Concept:

Cyborg battlemaid devoted to her Master.

❖ Trouble:

I feel more machine than human.

❖ Want:

I wish to serve my Master until I can serve no more.

❖ Relationships:

Derek "ART-ficer" Burris is the Ripperdoc assigned to maintain my cybernetics, my Master vouched for his discretion and integrity.

❖ Extra:

My H.A.Lo (Heuristic Analyzer and Locator) module enables me to scan my surroundings in a radar-like fashion.

STUNTS:

❖ Because I Have a Bionic Body:

I can gain a +3 bonus on Forceful or Quick Physical actions via bypassing the safety limiters of my systems, then I gain +2 Stress due to the backlash.

❖ Because I Am Equipped With The H.A.Lo Module:

In the first round of conflict, I can create a situational Aspect 'weak spot detected' with 2 free Invokes.

❖ Because I Am Installed with Self-Repairing Functions:

Once per chapter / session, I can Recover 1 Severe (or lower) Consequence on myself.

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: 77bfef
❖ Faceclaim and Art Source: Asuma Toki from Blue Archive, official in-game art.
❖ Lenneth has no surname.
❖ Has a particular fondness for rabbits and rabbit-themed trinkets. Has a pet rabbit named 'Usachan'.

WRITING SAMPLE:

My Master, Right or Wrong

"W-... who the fuck-...?" The man went agape, his fingers - adorned with no fewer than three jeweled rings - trembled, losing their grip on the shot glass as it fell to the carpeted floor, thudding unceremoniously, spilling its contents onto the fabric. Caol Ila Single Malt Scotch: Aged 12 years, such a fine vintage, under normal circumstances, he'd be livid, but right now, caring for wasted scotch was the last thing on his mind. Instead, the sight of a tall golden-haired woman with eyes cold like ice clad in a maid uniform took his attention front and center, how could he not when his two bodyguards were laying lifeless at her feet?

"My utmost apologies for the inconvenience, sir," The icy eyed blonde curtsied politely as if she was addressing royalty, unfazed by the pair of fresh, still-bleeding corpses near her as she straightened herself, the silenced pistol in her right arm trained on the club owner's forehead, "But I must inform you that my Master sends his regards."

"Go to hell, bitc-...!" The man was promptly cut off as a sharp projectile closed the distance between the gun's barrel and his skull faster than the blink of an eye, the bullet wasted no time in puncturing through skin, muscle, bone, and everything else that lied between it and its grand prize: the greedy businessman's brain, the source of shady deals and crooked ventures. However, after the application of ballistics physics ricocheting through his neurons, he wouldn't be scheming anymore.

"Please accept our gratitude for your time and attention." Lenneth bowed once more, thanking the man slumped on his recliner; he didn't reply, rather uncouth, but judging from the coin-sized hole on his head, he could be excused. With the message sent, Lenneth's task was done as she promptly left, calmly stepping over a body before leaving through the door.

Another job well executed, as expected from Lenneth. After all, she's her Master's maid, she'd sweep any and all 'dust' he wishes to clean, bury any 'trash' he wishes to take out. By the time she's done, everything would be spotless.

[AwesomeZero5]

Kit Cochrin

Kit Cochrin

Name: Kit Cochrin
Gender: Male
Refresh: 3
Description:

Appearance: Kit is an android that takes the appearance of a feminine male of hazelnut brown complexion standing around 5’6”. His synthetic hair are dense fiber blue pipes mimicking dreads. The dreads can take a “lava lamp” like appearance with darker blues moving about through the hair. His “skin” is a foam polymer like padding that comes close to mimicking skin texture, but not quite. There are various circular plates, and line-like gaps around the joints that can be seen in close inspection.

Personality: Kit is a flirtatious adrenaline chaser. He desires to constantly be achieving “something” with a fear of becoming stagnant and left behind. He struggles with becoming clingy to others around him, and constantly will try to nudge them over health habits, or positive routines. In contrast when those he’s clinging too him are slighted, he is quick to violent rage. His vendetta’s are never fully forgotten, but they can be forgiven from grand apologetic gestures.

History: Kit’s primary function was to protect through violent means. Kit’s secondary function to aid escape. There are various parts of his body equipped with weapons and escape tools. His name quite literally reflects this as an“escape” or “weapon kit” as necessary. Examples include limbs popping out a slicing blade, grappling hook, a taser tongue, smoke machines in the legs, and storage for firearms.
Kit was gifted too and became an honorary member of the Cochrin family. The Lauvea mafia had the Cochrin family on their payroll as crooked lawyers, and wanted extra insurance. Virginia was a young daughter of the family, and needed some “extra protection”. This is where Kit stepped in, as a partial bodyguard & spy for the mafia. It’s been decades now, Virginia has increased trust of the mafia and less need for an outdated bodyguard. Once in a while Kit visits for maintenance or to “catch up” as it were, but Virginia is often overly occupied in the family business.
A lot of the older mob fellows practically consider Kit retired! Occasionally he still manages to squeeze in an odd job of delivery, drop off, or giving sensitive messages but is mostly relegated to doing nothing. Leading to him chasing after some dangerous private jobs, some have been calling it his “Middle Code Criss”. Still, chasing after some action or doing shady deliveries to get a jump out of life provides something. It’s rare, but exciting when he gets to help on a “message job.” The sudden spring, before an outright fight or take down can make the circuits buzz~.

Approaches:

• Careful: 0
• Clever: 1
• Flashy: 2
• Forceful: 2
• Quick: 3
• Sneaky: 1

Aspects:

• High Concept: An adrenaline seeking “ride or die” bot, eager to find excitement and punish those who slight his allies.
• Trouble: Immediate explosive anger toward those who even disrespect their allies.
• Want: Being emotionally close to someone without the underlying fear of being abandoned.
• Relationship: Virginia Cochrin, the current rising star defense attorney of the family & occasional “handler” of Kit’s less fortunate actions.
• Extra: A living storage kit for weapons & escape tools.

Stunts:

• Development Kit. Once per conflict/contest/challenge, you can create a tool that's perfect for the job (Especially weapons or Escape Tools), giving you a 'perfect for the job' situational aspect with 2 free invokes.
• Black Box. Stored small items and date are protected from external extranet hacking or probing. Any attempts to hack or break into the stored systems requires a roll of at least 6, failed rolls apply stress back equal to the roll.
  Distracting Design. Using a mixture of words & visual appeal, gain an additional +2 clever bonus to distract others through flirtation.

Writing Sample:

“Oh, well aren’t you cute~.”
Kit would gently press himself against a bouncer of the Conga Exchange Nightclub. A hand playfully brushing against the bartender’s chest. The android would form a very sly grin, toying with the guy in more ways than one.While the bouncer was working their job watching the place, Kit was running a job watching the bouncer~. A little pleasure could be more fun that inflicting a little pain in comparison. While distracting the guard, a small sideport on Kit’s hip was left ajar, hidden behind his other hand.

“I’m currently working. Please back away. No one is supposed to be using the back entrance-”
The bouncer began, only to see Kit’s smile grow wider. Both the bouncer’s and Kit’s face seemed to be growing red. The bouncer is increasingly more flustered, at least Kit didn’t reek of alcohol or bring violence that was common to the back alleys. It didn’t seem the bouncer wanted to start trouble unless necessary.

“Please just go around to the front lik-”
The bouncer began, before the backdoor slammed open.

“Come on toots, the joint is too busy for me tonight.”
A shorter fellow in a nice pinstripe suit stepped out. Slipping their hand onto Kit’s hip and sliding in a microchip into the sideport. Sealing it in the same motion to hide whatever info was brought out along with them.

“Who are-”
The bouncer turned to the door.
Not getting a full view of the leaving mob member before a weird sensation hit their skin. A tongue hitting their neck, followed by a painful stinging shock, leading to complete darkness. The bouncer would live, maybe with a small surprise of a burner phone number left on their hand.

[KazAlkemi]

Zain Anders

Zain Anders

Name: Zain Anders
Gender: Male
Refresh: 3
Description: Zain is second rate. From the upgrades he has to the clothes he wears and the place he lives in, nothing he has is original. Things are expensive in Neon-York, and Zain can never hang onto his money long enough to move up from the slums. Still, he makes second-rate items look good. Zain is built well and able to handle his own in most underground fights as well as on the streets when he is tracking down and bringing in unsavoury creeps for his job as a bounty-hunter. With his close-cropped brown hair and sharp brown eyes, not much gets past Zain unless he’s been on a bender.

Approaches:

• Good (+3) at:Forceful
• Fair (+2) at:Careful
• Average (+1) at:Flashy; Clever
• Mediocre (+0) at:Sneaky; Quickly

Aspects:

• High Concept:Chaotic Neutral Bounty Hunter with nothing to lose.
• Trouble:I can never turn down a good score, be that drugs, a party, or a quick way to make extra money.
• Want:I want the nightmares to stop.
• Relationship: Strained relationship with his boss who continues to undercut Zain’s pay.
• Extra:

Stunts:

• Because I’m a fighter, I can add +2 on Forceful for damage on my opponent in a brawl.
• Because I have a big mouth, I can add +2 on Flashy when I need to talk myself out of a sticky situation

Trivia:

Writing Sample: Zain sat on the fire escape outside his apartment, one leg dangling over the edge with the other bent and his chin propped up on his knee. Below him, a fire burned with people milling about. It wasn’t an unusual sight in the early hours of the day. Zain always thought Neon-York became more interesting after midnight.

He inhaled his cigarette slowly before blowing out the smoke. It curled around his face, having nowhere to go since there was no wind. Another shit day in this shit hole, he thought before flicking the cigarette over the edge to the street below. Zain pulled himself up and walked down the stairs. He hit the pavement and shoved his hands into his pockets before making his way through the crowds, keeping his head down, and waited for the train to take him downtown.

[Eviledd1984]

Ben Zebrowski

Benjamin Marcus Zebrowski

Name:Benjamin Marcus Zebrowski
Gender: Male
Refresh: 3
Description:

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Approaches:

Careful: 2
Clever: 3
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 0
Quick: 1
Sneaky: 2

Aspects:

High Concept: Disgruntled Private Eye, For Hire
Trouble: I'm Weak For The Bottle, The Cigar, And The Female Charm
Want: I want to make up with my ex-wife and children
Relationship: Amanda Mclane- Wife
Lilly Zebrowski- Daughter.
Extra: He has a locket around the neck of his wife and daughter. His weapon of Choice. His theme song

Stunts: - Because I have an eye for detail: I get a +3 Bonus when Carefully Searching for clues and noticing hidden details.
- Because I have an inquisitive mind: When interrogating or questioning someone, my roll to check if someone's lying or not is counted as +3 or higher.
- Because I am friends with the Law: Once per chapter / session, I can call upon the assistance of a police officer, who'll promptly arrive at the scene.

Writing Sample: Ben was awakened by his office door opening and closing. He pulled his head away from his face to see who was disturbing his sleep. Standing at the doorway was a tall, blonde-haired woman. Ben grumbled while sitting up in his chair. “Hello, Miss. What can I do for you today?” He smiled but felt angry that he had been woken up.

Ben offered the chair in front of his desk. She sat down before speaking. “You are Mr. Zebrowski, yes?” she asked in a pronounced Eastern European accent. Ben nodded to her question, letting her continue talking. “My name is Stefania Tkachenko. I had heard from a friend that you were the best at finding people. I need your help in finding my son.” Slowly, she pulled out her phone, showing him a photo of a smiling boy. “His name is Alexander; he went missing a few days ago. I was with him in the park, and he was not there when I went to put something away.” Tears started to form in her eyes, and Ben gave her some tissues to dry them.

He felt immense sympathy for her, not wanting to think what could happen to his daughter. “Ma’am, I will help you find your son. Now tell me any further details of what happened that day. Did you see anyone suspicious in the park before his disappearance?” He was taking notes while having his conversation with the woman.

[Expendable]

Niner

Niner

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Name: Niner
Gender: Female
Refresh: 3
Description:
This serious young woman makes you think of an industrious ant. She has large black eyes that are like two drops of oil. Her luxurious, straight, coffee-colored hair is worn as a pixie cut (it hasn’t grown out much).. She is short and has an elegant build. Her skin is china white. A red number 9 is tattooed on her shoulders, and there's four cybernetic neural ports on the back of her neck. She has high cheekbones. Her wardrobe looks like it came from a sketchy lost & found bin.

She's sometimes referred to as reserved, others call her an ice queen. The truth is she's unused to emotion or expression, so appears unfazed by what's going on around her. In truth, strong emotions confuse her.

Approaches:

• Good (+3) at: Sneaky - when trying to bypass security of a corporate network without triggering Black ICE.
• Fair (+2) at: Clever - good at puzzles and 3d games
• Average (+1) at: Quickly - when she need to react to some task
• Mediocre (+0) at: Force - cut off from her array, she is now… One.

Aspects:

• High Concept: 9th generation cloned biologic component of an illegal living processing array - a "brain cell" - who was rescued from it.
• Trouble: The Silence, isolation
• Want: To Understand Humans
• Relationship: Alone
• Extra:Four high-security data ports on the back of her neck.

Stunts:

• Because I am a Ex Processing Node, I can gain a +2 when Carefully Attacking when hacking or otherwise digitally manipulating a system.
• Because I am at Home in the Extranet, once per session/chapter I can state I digitally found something that could help me solve a problem (or automatically Succeed with Style when Creating an Advantage during opposition).

Trivia:

• Shatter me
• An interest in historical dramas

Writing Sample:

Hider

Movement.

A fist, pounding on glass, the sound booming. Someone is hammering on a glass wall in front of me and yelling something but it’s so hard to hear. I draw breath, dimly aware of the cold fluid filling my lungs and yet I can still breathe. It had frightened me before…

…the voices in my head clamor, demanding my attention. So many voices, so many things to do. Calculations fill my head, bits of conversation all around me, droning on….

Movement again. Two people arguing and waving at me…. Voices calling me back…. Numbers flash in front of me, line after line and it’s my voice as part of the rest, chanting numbers into the darkness….

Breaking glass and pressure that had been a part of me for so long falling away while the voices in my head scream shrilly as I sag limply, held in something. A hand slaps me but there’s still fluid in my lungs and there’s no more air… I can feel the liquid in the back of my throat but only a little spills out and my lungs are so heavy and there’s no more air….

..and suddenly I’m free, gravity pulling me to the ground and I convulse, spewing liquid from my lungs in sudden silence onto the cold tile floor. I manage to gasp and a little air gets inside me, I can breathe…!

“Is she ok?”

“I don’t know,” someone snaps, “I’ve never ripped anyone out of something like that before!”

Things are being pulled off of me, out of me – and then someone rolls me over onto my back, leaving me staring up at a blurry light. A shadowy figure leans over me as I cough and shiver.

“What’s wrong? Is she dying?”

“She’s cold! You do your job and let me do mine, alright?”

“Tara? Can you understand me?” Fingers pry open my eyelids and I stare back at the blurry. “We’re here to rescue you – do you understand?”

Rescue? Tara?

My left cheek stings hotly again. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he says again, loudly. I manage to nod, drawing my arms across my chest. Hand sit me up, then wrap me in something dry and warm before hoisting up and over a shoulder, giving me a strange view of the floor.

“Do you think you should carry her like that…”

“We don’t have time for this! She’ll survive. We won’t if we don’t get going!”

Someone opened a door, letting in the acrid smell of smoke and the sound of alarm and scared people.

“This way,” someone said, as I bounced on my rescuer’s shoulder and stared vacantly at the dense beige carpet and a pair of heels in motion. Another doorway slammed open and carpet gave way to dim light glinting off of concrete stairs – and then there was grass.

“I got a serious trauma, I got to get to my rig!” my rescuer yelled, the grass twisting around dizzyingly, then hands lifted me off his shoulder and onto a soft bed. Faces half-familiar leaned over me as they tightened straps over my body and I was lifted into the back of a waiting ambulance. Doors slammed and someone next to me said, “Let’s get going before they realize!”

“What… going on?” I managed as we lurched into motion.
“It’s ok Tara, you’re out of there.”
“Out of where?”
“Is something wrong with her?”
“Naw,” my rescuer snorted from somewhere up front. “She’s just confused. Sorry little lady, but we just pulled you out of the Internet. Your employer was using your brain for a server.”

“Who is Tara?” I asked, shivering.