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Cyberbunk 2077 RP Ideas [18+]

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Cyberbunk 2077 RP Ideas [18+]

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Cyberbunk 2077 RP Ideas [18+]

Hey there! I've been obsessed with Cyberpunk 2077 since it came out and have been playing it tons since. So naturally, I'm interested in an RP set in our lovely Night City. I'm invested in the story of the game, but I want our RP to be completely separate from anything that goes on in the actual game. We can have canon characters appear or be mentioned, but I don't want them actively involved in the RP.

First things first, some basic rules. I like to keep things simple, so here's the important stuff and if you have any questions, you can just ask!

Rules

• I only require that you be literate and offer a paragraph or two minimum. You can go all out and write me a novel if you want though. I tend to match what I'm given.
• I have virtually no limits on sensitive content like violence, sex, etc. If you're concerned about something or have limits yourself, just ask and be clear on what you want or don't want.
• I don't need you to be active every day. A response once or twice a month is enough for me, as I'm a fairly busy person working in an ER and can be delayed in responses myself. Everyone has lives to live off of this website and I'm super understanding.
• Don't ghost me. You don't want to RP anymore, just say so. I'm the last person whose feelings are gonna get hurt, I just want to know so I don't expect a response.
• I usually only RP on the guild, but am open to using Discord. Just ask and we'll set up a server.

Alright so, rules aside, let's move on to the plots/ideas that I have. Some of these will just be pairings, some are plots that are more fleshed out. We can make things as simple or complicated as we want, so long as it's entertaining for the both of us. Roles in the plot will be decided later, unless specified below. Note that while I prefer MxM, I am open to MxF and FxF, and welcome any and all races/ethnicities/gender identities/etc. Diversity is good! And while I don't require romance, I do strongly prefer it.

Plots

Hippocra-sy

Plot themes: Hurt/Comfort, Gang Violence, Redemption, Possible Romance
No, that's not a misspelling. A Ripperdoc who was once known for their heart of gold and dedication to the Hippocratic Oath (to do no harm), goes rogue after a client's death due to faulty cybernetic implants installes by the Doc. They wind up running with a gang after leaving their practice behind, only to wind up the gang's personal Ripperdoc. Their handiwork winds up being used for increasingly heinous gigs, the exact opposite of what they wanted.

Just as things seem bleak as they ever were, a former client contacts them looking to get more work done. The Doc would've refused, but they realized that they had installed the same type of faulty cybernetics that killed one of their other clients into this one. They knew this was their chance to save them. Only problem was, they needed to find a way out of the gang's grasp. That's where their former client comes in to help save them. A favor for a favor, and then some.

The Rat

Plot Themes: Deception/Secrecy, Double Lives, Multiple Characters, Possible Romance
Lies are practically more normal than the truth in Night City. A Fixer has their favorite merc do jobs for them on the regular, paying out plenty of eddies to them and investing in their potential to pull of some of the most daring stunts in Night City. Unbeknownst to the Fixer, their favorite merc is selling off info from their jobs to a third party for even more eddies. Getting paid twice is a god damn blessing. The third party is a corpo schemer, executive for one of Night City's many corporate heirarchies. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The merc gets found out about by another merc who threatens to tell what's been happening to the Fixer, and they have to make a decision. Stay loyal to their long-time Fixer and drop contact with the Corpo that's filling their wallet? Or cut ties to the Fixer and line their pockets with corporate cash doing dirty jobs for a Corpo? Either way, they're doing biz with shady fucks.

Sex Sells, Only If Your Head's Not Fucked Too

Plot Themes: Mature 18+, Romance, Gang Violence
Between prostitutes and erotic braindances, it's stranger to not have sex in Night City than it is to fuck someone new every night. A prostitute finds themselves wrapped up in shady business when the person paying them gets offed through the window in the middle of a session. They're blamed for the death by the media, turns out that their client was a hotshot Corpo, and now they're a target. Only way to clear their name? Hunt down the gang that wanted their client dead, and find the one responsible. That requires the help of a Netrunner that can jack in to the prostitute's memory and read the murder scene like a braindance. They can see the perp through the window while reading the memory, and turns out, it's one of the most dangerous gangs in Night City that was after that Corpo schmuck. So from there they begin to scheme; how can they clear the name of a lowly prostitute when the real murderer belongs to a dangerous street gang?

Strictly Business

Plot Themes: Medical, Romance, Humor (Meant to be a somewhat lighthearted RP)
Trauma Team is a business just like any other. Only, they deal with saving human lives. Most people are shit out of luck without Trauma Team's insurance, left to bleed and die on the street. Other times, they're lucky as fuck. After winning a year's platinum insurance subscription to Trauma Team care in a random lottery, an average street nobody winds up a target, others thinking the game was rigged. After having their life saved multiple times by Trauma Team, one of the medics starts to get to know the fool who's stared down a barrel more times than they should. And they start to spark up something more than defibrillator paddles, especially when they meet each other outside of a Trauma Team aircraft.

Pairing ideas:
Merc x Merc
Fixer x Merc
Merc x Doll
Ganger x Merc
Opposing Gangers
Opposing Mercs
Corpo x Merc

My Characters

There are just characters I've developed for Cyberpunk. They can fit into multiple plots and be adjusted as necessary, or I will create new characters if I feel the need. If you have a preference for me to play any of these characters, let me know! Note that the images used for these characters are not exact depictions of what they look like, and that the description paired with the image should give you a proper visual in your head.

Taryn

Name: Taryn Kasprzak
Aliases: "T.K.", "Kasper", "Poacher"
Age: 27
Description: Like many of Night City's dwellers Taryn has long since left behind purely organic life, opting for cybernetic implants over a large percentage of her body, the first of which she obtained at the age of 12. Some might call it an unhealthy addiction that she has spent far too many eddies on, but Taryn calls it business. It's her career to make herself the most dangerous woman possible, and she doesn't cut any corners. Her body is her best weapon, more so than any iron every could be. Doesn't matter to her if the augmentations belonged to her originally.

Almost ghostly pale skin is very obviously inundated with cybernetics that frame the sides of her square face. Kiroshi optics replaced her organic eyes, pure white false irises imposed over black sclera, hiding a sophisticated scanner she totally didn't pluck out of the skull of an unfortunate netrunner. White hair implants fall from her scalp in loose waves, cut short at her blunt, sharp jawline. The hair is shaved to the skin along the back of her head, scalp only showing when her hair is pulled up.

Continuing downwards, Taryn's arms are toned from shoulder to elbow, cut off below the elbow and replaced with integrated cybernetics smartlinked to her optics, allowing for instant feedback and superior reflexes. Her torso, while mostly organic on the outside, shields a biomonitor implant and cyberdeck at the center of her sternum. Taryn's legs have been reinforced from hip joints to toes, enabling quick movement and bone-shattering kicks.

Taryn dresses in typical streetkid fashion - vibrant neon colors, tight synthleathers, utility and sex appeal blended into one. She isn't afraid to show off her extensive modifications, wanting to be recognized on the streets as someone not to fuck with, lest potential enemies want their cybernetics poached and repurposed.

Reference Images (not exact)

Ahmed

Name: Ahmed Al-Amin
Age: 42
Description: Born a do-gooder at heart, Ahmed grew up in the slums of Night City, where not watching your back could result in a bullet in youe spine. He knew that things in the city were bad, but didn't know how to change them. As a boy he fantasized about living in a place of peace, where people looked out for each other and murder wasn't just part of normal everyday life.

He decided that the best way for him to do good for others was to become a ripperdoc. Some docs had the reputation of butchers, but Ahmed wanted a different rep. He wanted to be seen as reliable, as a good heart, as someone that people wouldn't want to murder based on his good nature alone and the fact that he stayed out of things that weren't his business.

Ahmed is a handsome fellow, with dark, slightly graying, neatly-trimmed hair and tanned skin. He has deep, rich brown eyes that hide subtle optical implants, set into slightly gaunt cheekbones. His jaw is squared and dotted with stubble, while his profile comes to a point with a curved, moderately protruding nose.

His body is most organic, only his arms entirely replaced with cybernetics to allow for smoother, tireless operations in his shop. He avoids being flashy with his chrome, and has yet to weaponize himself. In fact, he doesn't even keep a weapon in his shop, believing that if people feel they can trust him, then he won't have to worry about being attacked by aggressors.

Reference Images (not exact)

Elias

Name: Elias Burgmont
Aliases: N/A
Age: 23
Description: This character'a background adaptive to plots.

Elias is a young, athletic-appearing man with tattoos scrawled over his body. He has messy, curly-textured hair that is shaved into an undercut, more length at the top than the sides and back. He has light facial hair, usually trimmed close to the skin, framing a chiseled face with deep, emerald eyes.

Reference Images (not exact)

PM me if you want to RP. I won't reply to messages on this thread.

introducing myself

Wwlcome! If you need any help, feel free to ask around. There's plenty of kinds of RPs you can get into around here. You can also put up Interest Checks to advertise your own ideas to other RPers. You can use the forums to RP, or you can opt to have more private RPs using the PM system.

Hope you have fun! Don't get discouraged if a few RPs don't work out right away. Eventually someone will come along and you'll write amazing stories together.

Radiated | Star Lord & Dewey Deftones

Junkrat's eyes followed Roadhog as he exited the room, expression that of one puzzled Junker. He hadn't been told to follow him or to stay with the tourists, so naturally, as was his first instinct in any place he hadn't been, he began rummaging around in an attempt to find anything of use.

Didn't seem like much other than scrap and useless junk, though anything could be made useful in the Outback. The peg-legged man knew that well. If he hadn't learned to improvise, he wouldn't have survived very long after the initial disaster. He still found it hard to believe, at some point he was just a normal person living in the Outback, and in the blink of an eye it seemed everything changed.

Glancing over a thin shoulder to the terrified tourists, Junkrat thought briefly on these dumbasses who made disaster a vacation. The homes and lives of thousands had been destroyed because of the government's decisions. These people were just like those bureaucrats- selfish and entertained by tragedy. Then again, Junkrat was pretty selfish too... but not because he was a dick. He was selfish because he had nothing- that fusion core was the first thing of real value he'd ever had.

When Roadhog returned and guided the tourists out, Junkrat now chose to follow to see what he would do. Furrowing his brow in confusion as the tattooed man pointed to a bus and instructed them to leave safely, Junkrat looked up at him.

"Oi Roadie, why are we lettin' them go? They're no different from the suits that got us into this mess!"

Radiated | Star Lord & Dewey Deftones

If there was one thing Junkrat was good at, it was scavenging through wreckage for valuables; after all, he'd risked life and limb to retrieve that omnic fusion core from heavily radiated ruins. He'd do even more for something that could actually keep him alive rather than make him deathly ill.

He managed to sift through debris and find what appeared to be one of the bandit's stashed assortment of goods, crammed inside what looked to be a half-destroyed desk. There were a few bottles of water, some prepackaged food items, and an amount of cash. They'd probably planned to hide it here until they left the blimp, unless they'd planned to make this a more permanently established base. Regardless, it wasn't Junkrat's concern what it was there for, only that it was fit for consumption.

Hearing Roadhog's booming voice with little issue, Junkrat filled the pockets of his shorts with the food and currency, and carried the bottles of water in his arms towards where the pig-tatted goliath was. Making his way up the stairs, his steps an unmistakable thump-clack-thump-clack, Junkrat soon located Roadhog and the captive tourists.

"I guess these dumbasses are our problem now, huh Roadie?"

Usually when Junkrat came across people who weren't supposed to be in the Outback, he made short work of them and stole their belongings. After all, they lived lives of splendor, without the struggles of the Outback natives who had been betrayed by their own government. Yes, Junkrat spited "normal" people. No, he didn't care if they were innocent. If they were stupid enough the venture into a dangerous place, it was their owm fault if they got killed.

"I say we leave 'em to fend for themselves. They're a waste of our time, mate. We take what we need, and they're not needed."

Dewey's Interest Check [Fandoms, Originals, All Welcome]

Hello there!

My name's Dewey, but you can call me whatever the hell you want to. I've been RPing for quite a long time, at least since my early teens. I've got some RP ideas I want to throw out into the open, but before I get into that, I just have some basic rules.

1. Please be decently literate. I just ask for decent grammar and spelling, and a minimum post length of one solid paragraph. I tend to prefer more than that, but in some situations it's pointless to type tons of filler just to meet a quota. I can also forgive typos here and there because we're human, but do try to proofread.

2. I ask that my partners be over the age of 18, as my RPs tend to include graphic content of all sorts. Sex, drugs, violence, etc, might all be involved depending on the type of RP. That noted, I have very few limits as far as graphic content, and will RP smut as in-depth as you are comfortable with. I personally RP as any gender and in any pairing.

3. Communicate! If you're going to be gone a while, just let me know. If you're no longer interested in the RP, just say so! I'm friendly, I don't bite unless you ask nicely.

That's all for rules. I'm simple enough, right? If you have any questions, just ask.

Plots and Ideas

Genres
Just some genres I enjoy. I'm not opposed to other genres, these are just my favorites.

Sci-Fi
Dark Themes
Modern
Slice of Life
Historical
Warfare
Medical/Hospital Drama

Fandoms
Some of my favorite video games, movies, books, etc. If they have a * next to them, they're ones that I am very interested in doing. Note that the RPs don't have to be set in any of these universes. These are just ones I enjoy.

Star Wars
Mass Effect
Overwatch***
League of Legends
Call of Duty*
Dead by Daylight***********

Ideas/Plots
These plots can be for any particular fandom/genre or original world unless explicitly said otherwise. There will be some buzzwords in parentheses to give a basic idea of what each hider contains.

If Looks Could Kill (Dark/Mature/Crime)

Our characters have been dating for a few weeks, and things seem very promising. They get along quite well and are planning on making the relationship more serious. But as they get closer, one discovers some dark secrets about their lover- they're a serial killer. And not just any serial killer- they belong to a group of serial killers who have turned murder into a competition. Will the innocent lover flee in terror from what they thought was the person they'd marry? Or will they sink into a seedy underground ring of heinous crime?

Romance encouraged in this plot.

A Grim Diagnosis (Supernatural/Angels and Demons/Hospital Drama)

A trauma doctor in a hospital hides an incredible, otherworldly secret. They're the devil themself, reaping the souls of the deceased while simultaniously healing those who wind up in their care. They make no mistakes in their practice, but claim the souls of those who pass away in their hands. When a new nurse arrives at their place of employment, they soon discover that they're a psychic medium, able to commune with the spirits of the deceased who alert them to the doctor whose horns are hidden from mortal view. Will the nurse compromise relations with the popular doctor by confessing their knowledge, or will they try to ignore the cloven-hooved elephant in the room?

Romance possible in this plot.

At Least We're Not Alone (Survival/Sci-Fi/Horror)

Space is not the destination, but a place to journey through. Or so the passangers and crew of a shuttle heading to a colony outside the Milky Way thought. Unfortunately, they only made it about halfway before coming under attack by a hostile alien race. Our characters are captured and brought aboard an alien ship. Awakening in a cell, they must find a way to escape, while facing monstrous, terrifying aliens along the way.

Romance possible in this plot.

Lost Isles (Exploration/Pirates/Discovery)

Vast, uncharted oceans cover a world full of riches. Boats sailing the seas search endlessly for glory, or sink to the depths never to be found again. One such unfortunate captain shipwrecks, only to wake up upon a beach they'd never before seen. It doesn't take long for them to discover they're in company on the island- an amphibious, tribalistic race inhabits the series of small islands the captain has washed up on. The captain must learn to survive with this race, and plan a way off the island.

Romance encouraged in this plot. PM for details on the race.

If you have any original ideas that you'd like to do, just let me know and we can work something out! Please PM me if interested. I don't often check back at this thread unless I'm adding or crossing out plots.

Radiated | Star Lord & Dewey Deftones

It came as no shock that the violence continued through the halls of the blimp, Roadhog shredding his way through the guards who hadn't been blown to bits by Junkrat's handy little grenades. When the pot-bellied man ascended the stairs that appeared to lead to an office, Junkrat took a moment to absorb his surroundings. There were more guards coming from around the corner; this blimp wreckage was massive wasn't it? reaching to the back of his belt, Junkrat procured a crudely-made bear trap. He hated using these things because they couldn't be removed, not because he wanted to get whoever stepped in it out, but because the only way to get it off was to break it. And breaking things meant repairing, which was just boring.

Oh well.

Quickly setting the trap down on the ground where he figured the guards would come rushing around the corner, Junkrat stepped back and hid behind, ironically, a garbage bin. His patience paid off, and as one man rounded the corner, he stepped directly on the center of the trap, the mouth snapping shut with a sickening crunch. The guard screamed and tried to pry his leg free, as did the second guard who followed, but there was no use. The jaws had latched shut, just as designed. Now it'd be impossible to remove without breaking the metal pieces, which usually meant shooting it.

Junkrat sprung forth from his hiding spot, firing a volley of grenades at the panicked guards, who quickly became nothing more than splatters on the walls. He couldn't help but laugh; that had worked perfectly! He'd have to make another trap when he had the time, they were too brilliant. Glancing around once again, the ex-Junker didn't hear any other commotion. He guessed there were likely valuables somewhere around here, particularly food and water. With so many people having been here, there was bound to be something of use.

Entering a nearby room that appeared to be someone's quarters, Junkrat began sifting around the mess to see what he could find. He ignored the noise he could hear upstairs, clearly Roadhog had it handled. It didn't take long for that huge bounty hunter to come back down and squeeze himself through the doorframe.

"Got it, Roadie! I don't like stairs much anyways." Shaking his peg leg at Roadhog for emphasis, Junkrat grinned. He found himself strangely... alright with having him around. As scary as the masked man was, so long as Junk didn't do anything stupid (which was bound to happen), he didn't seem like that much of a threat!

Radiated | Star Lord & Dewey Deftones

Junkrat didn't say much on the ride to the blimp. He was, for once, taking time to process everything that had just happened. Somehow he'd weaseled his way out of getting killed by Roadhog, and was now partnered up with him to raid some supplies. He wasn't any stranger to working with others, being a Junker and all, but ever since he'd found that omnium fusion core he'd abandoned his former ties to people. What he had was worth more than safety in numbers.

After all, what did an explosives expert need with a bunch of reject Junkers anyways? He could blow shit up and get out unscathed. Well, mostly anyways. A glance down at his peg leg reminded him that things could go very wrong when it came to something as dangerous as explosives. Junkrat nearly hissed in pain at just the thought of what it felt like to lose his leg, and what he'd done to keep himself from dying from it. The explosive had gone off accidentally, and mangled everything from his knee down. There were no doctors, no surgeons, no nothing in the Outback. So he had to fix it himself. He'd used a fragment of metal to sever what was left of the scraps of skin below his knee while the shock kept him from being in agony, then wrapped his thigh with a belt to stop the bleeding. From there, he'd lit a campfire in the dark of the starry Australian night, then shoved his mauled stub into the flames to cauterize it shut.

He'd wound up with an infection and nearly died from the fucking thing, but somehow he pulled through. It wasn't so bad now, but he never wanted to do that shit again. Yeah, life in this wasteland was no piece of cake, but Junkrat still wanted to live. And he'd do anything to live as healthy and prosperous as he could, without having to deal with goddamn suits or omnics.

Looking beside him to Roadhog, Junkrat decided then and there that he'd stick by this bloke for as long as necessary to stay alive. Another accident like the one with his leg, and he didn't know if he could do it again without help. Maybe it was too soon to trust Roadhog to save his life, after all Roadie knew where the fusion core was now. Shit, that was the plan, huh? Roadhog knew where the core was, and was gonna kill Junkrat out here, then go back and get it for himself. Fuck.

Arriving at the wreckage, it didn't take long at all for Roadhog to kill a man. Not that lives meant much out here, but still. The big guy was proving himself to be ruthless without hesitation. Following Roadie to the blimp, Junkrat reached onto his belt and retrieved his handmade grenade launcher, loading it then following up behind the larger man.

"Won't be the first time I've killed for a drop of water." Junkrat mentioned, unable to help the grin on his face as he began firing his launcher at the guards as the came. It was too easy to catch them in the explosions when they didn't realize what was being shot at them. The grenades looked awfully inconspicuous, just as intended!

Radiated | Star Lord & Dewey Deftones

Junkrat's brows first raised in surprise at the boldness of Roadhog suggesting a fifty-fifty split, then furrowed down as he narrowed his eyes in disdain at the pig-tatted man. What was this big lug trying to pull? Who did he think he was to request fifty percent of the cut, for something Junkrat risked his life to find and protect for weeks! He had no right to it! Zero! None! Zilch!

Stomping up behind Roadhog as he was beckoned over, Junkrat started to protest; "I don't think you know what it took me to find that bloody core, and you don't deserve-", but Junkrat was cut off by that rumbling voice interjecting and telling of a crashed blimp in the middle of nowhere. Well, close enough to nowhere. The Outback was full of nothing ever since the explosion, just endless radiated landscape. But sometimes one could stumble across valuables in the form of wreckage. Or even better- a place to hunker down and stay safe.

Though, not everyone used those locations to live in. Crime was rampant in this lawless wasteland, and it was no surprise to hear that kidnappers used a blimp wreckage to hold tourists hostage. It was no business of Junkrat's to go in and be a hero, and quite honestly he didn't care about those people dumb enough to get caught by a bunch of irradiated thieves. However, the prospect of gear and maybe even something to eat or drink that wasn't radiated was enough to convince Junkrat to go along with this brazen plan.

"Well alright, Roadie, but don't get any smart ideas! No higher than fifty! I'm sure whatever's stored there aside from people is worth a pretty penny. Plus maybe we can find some food. I haven't eaten anything that hasn't made me sick as a dog in days. I'm withering away, mate!"