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T R O Y L I N K S
◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ HEIGHT: 185cm ►
◄ 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.”