Yeah sorry, I've been busy. I'll get a post out soon just assume Kaylee saw noticed you but wasn't concerned.
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Kaytlin traipsed through one of the many Red Light quarters of District 21’s Zone. The syndicate she was attached to had sent her here with a purpose, she wasn’t after the now infamous con that had everyone foaming at the mouth recently. This job was different to what she usually undertook, something about it seemed more malicious than an ordinary hit or even any of the felonies she’d commited for the syndicate. The task at hand had her shaken, her pessimistic side clawing away at her brain, dominating her thoughts about being caught for something of this level. This was sending a message.
Sticking to the shadows, Kaytlin made her way through alleys and side streets in an attempt to evade unwanted attention. Hood pulled up, her helmeted face was left mostly hidden from view also concealing the sword which was sheathed on her back. Suddenly, her attention was snatched by wolf-whistles and jeers, her eyes rolled back in her head; not one to turn down confrontation she turned on her heels. Her HUD picked up four males in her vicinity, no visible or recognizeable weapons, it was probably a stag do now so fueled up on alcohol and CHEMS they thought they’d hit the streets to look at some skirt. She smirked behind her mask, shadowed by the hood, the men continued to approach, harmless she was sure and she didn’t have time to mess around. Turning to leave a bottle flew overhead and smashed next to her, the remains of the alcohol inside weren’t enough to get on her from the distance it had landed. More jeers came her way, ‘Get em out!’, ‘Come give us a go!’, ‘We’ve got something for you right here sweetheart!’
Kaytlin turned once more, this time closing the distance between her and the group, they were laughing, “Decided to come and join us then?” one of the men asked, when within arm’s reach of the male who had just spoken and in view of the rest, she pulled back the right side of her jacket revealing the shotgun, the bag slung on her shoulder jossled, it’s contents shaking about.
“Sure.” She replied, her tone almost sweet despite the obvious venom behind it. The group were taken back and began retreating away from Kaytlin.
“Woah.” Their apparent leader voiced, “We’re just having a bit of fun, no need for that.” Kaytlin gestured with a nod in the opposite direction that they should move on back where they came from and they did, swiftly. She came to the end of the alley and found herself at a busy cross section of a high-street. Vendors were everywhere, some had stalls others just walking around, there were even more people, at least the noise and how busy this street was it would be easy to get around without attracting much attention. Kaytlin skulked through the crowd, dodging people engrossed in their phones, remembering to check for hers every now and then, she would have to make a call soon enough. Head down she bumped into someone, looking up to see an EPA officer looming over her, he must have been at least a foot taller than her. She uttered something equivalent of an apology under her breath and kept going, making it to the next closest side street.
As she turned the corner, she double backed over her shoulder, her HUD caught sight of the policeman who now had another with him and were making their way towards the alley. Kaytlin took another few calm steps before taking off into a sprint, nearly crashing into the wall at a sharp bend. She leaped at the next hanging ladder of a fire escape she came across, just latching on she pulled herself up and climbed the staircase, the two police had come into the alley and had just spotted Kaytlin, beginning to jog her way, one going down a different street probably trying to cut her off. She continued climbing the rickety metal stairwell bolted onto the corner of the building her plan to reach the roof until she came across an open window. Instinctually she leaped through, rolling along the tiled floor of a kitchen, right in the middle of a family eating their evening meal. She shared a locked eye contact with the shocked renters and took off dashing again as the ringing of babies crying came to her heightened sense of hearing. Kaytlin found the front door and left, going down the stairwell of the apartment building she had found herself in, an extension on one of the many shop fronts from the high street. She pushed open a fire exit door and left through a private back alley seemingly only meant to be accessed by residents. Just as the adrenaline levels died down and her heartrate returned to normal she felt a firm grip clamp down on her shoulder. She froze, not wanting to instigate any sudden meltdown of the situation, Kaytlin raised both her hands above her head, letting go of the strap of her bag although keeping it around her shoulder.
“Citizen.” The officer began, turning Kaytlin around to face him, “Remove your hood.” Kaytlin pulled down the hood revealing the helmet as the officer took the bag off of her and opened it, “What’s this?” He asked, looking at the grenades, ammunition and enough explosives to take out a small building. The officer looked back to see Kaytlin’s masked face, “And the helmet!” He roared, gun pointed at her about to radio in the find to nearby units. Kaytlin without hesitation leaned in as the opportunity arose, disarming the officer and using his own weapon against him.
“Don’t.” She spoke softly, almost a whisper, “Don’t radio that in.” Kaytlin gestured to the gun as she walked closer and placed it against the officers head, only protected by a visor that certainly wasn’t bulletproof, a regular joe patrol officer of the EPA. The officer was frozen, slowly raising his own hands in a state of surrender, the turn of events was ironic, “Turn around.” She hushed in the same tone, “On your knees.” The EPA officer dropped to his knees with an almost melodramatic flair, Kaytlin swallowed, she thought she’d just begun to hear him speak some last words before she pulled the trigger. The shot was nowhere near as loud as what her shotgun would have made, but had still been heard by those nearby, a momentary silence grew over the place, there were probably more EPA heading right this way as the rest of society moved on. She ran, with the gun in hand, not wanting to leave it at the scene of the crime as a crimson trickle pooled from the hole in the dead man’s helmet. At this stage, one would be inclined to abort mission however Kaytlin was now driven, it was almost as if the extra effort drove her to complete it, even if it’s morality was something she herself was unsure she could justify.
Sticking to the shadows, Kaytlin made her way through alleys and side streets in an attempt to evade unwanted attention. Hood pulled up, her helmeted face was left mostly hidden from view also concealing the sword which was sheathed on her back. Suddenly, her attention was snatched by wolf-whistles and jeers, her eyes rolled back in her head; not one to turn down confrontation she turned on her heels. Her HUD picked up four males in her vicinity, no visible or recognizeable weapons, it was probably a stag do now so fueled up on alcohol and CHEMS they thought they’d hit the streets to look at some skirt. She smirked behind her mask, shadowed by the hood, the men continued to approach, harmless she was sure and she didn’t have time to mess around. Turning to leave a bottle flew overhead and smashed next to her, the remains of the alcohol inside weren’t enough to get on her from the distance it had landed. More jeers came her way, ‘Get em out!’, ‘Come give us a go!’, ‘We’ve got something for you right here sweetheart!’
Kaytlin turned once more, this time closing the distance between her and the group, they were laughing, “Decided to come and join us then?” one of the men asked, when within arm’s reach of the male who had just spoken and in view of the rest, she pulled back the right side of her jacket revealing the shotgun, the bag slung on her shoulder jossled, it’s contents shaking about.
“Sure.” She replied, her tone almost sweet despite the obvious venom behind it. The group were taken back and began retreating away from Kaytlin.
“Woah.” Their apparent leader voiced, “We’re just having a bit of fun, no need for that.” Kaytlin gestured with a nod in the opposite direction that they should move on back where they came from and they did, swiftly. She came to the end of the alley and found herself at a busy cross section of a high-street. Vendors were everywhere, some had stalls others just walking around, there were even more people, at least the noise and how busy this street was it would be easy to get around without attracting much attention. Kaytlin skulked through the crowd, dodging people engrossed in their phones, remembering to check for hers every now and then, she would have to make a call soon enough. Head down she bumped into someone, looking up to see an EPA officer looming over her, he must have been at least a foot taller than her. She uttered something equivalent of an apology under her breath and kept going, making it to the next closest side street.
As she turned the corner, she double backed over her shoulder, her HUD caught sight of the policeman who now had another with him and were making their way towards the alley. Kaytlin took another few calm steps before taking off into a sprint, nearly crashing into the wall at a sharp bend. She leaped at the next hanging ladder of a fire escape she came across, just latching on she pulled herself up and climbed the staircase, the two police had come into the alley and had just spotted Kaytlin, beginning to jog her way, one going down a different street probably trying to cut her off. She continued climbing the rickety metal stairwell bolted onto the corner of the building her plan to reach the roof until she came across an open window. Instinctually she leaped through, rolling along the tiled floor of a kitchen, right in the middle of a family eating their evening meal. She shared a locked eye contact with the shocked renters and took off dashing again as the ringing of babies crying came to her heightened sense of hearing. Kaytlin found the front door and left, going down the stairwell of the apartment building she had found herself in, an extension on one of the many shop fronts from the high street. She pushed open a fire exit door and left through a private back alley seemingly only meant to be accessed by residents. Just as the adrenaline levels died down and her heartrate returned to normal she felt a firm grip clamp down on her shoulder. She froze, not wanting to instigate any sudden meltdown of the situation, Kaytlin raised both her hands above her head, letting go of the strap of her bag although keeping it around her shoulder.
“Citizen.” The officer began, turning Kaytlin around to face him, “Remove your hood.” Kaytlin pulled down the hood revealing the helmet as the officer took the bag off of her and opened it, “What’s this?” He asked, looking at the grenades, ammunition and enough explosives to take out a small building. The officer looked back to see Kaytlin’s masked face, “And the helmet!” He roared, gun pointed at her about to radio in the find to nearby units. Kaytlin without hesitation leaned in as the opportunity arose, disarming the officer and using his own weapon against him.
“Don’t.” She spoke softly, almost a whisper, “Don’t radio that in.” Kaytlin gestured to the gun as she walked closer and placed it against the officers head, only protected by a visor that certainly wasn’t bulletproof, a regular joe patrol officer of the EPA. The officer was frozen, slowly raising his own hands in a state of surrender, the turn of events was ironic, “Turn around.” She hushed in the same tone, “On your knees.” The EPA officer dropped to his knees with an almost melodramatic flair, Kaytlin swallowed, she thought she’d just begun to hear him speak some last words before she pulled the trigger. The shot was nowhere near as loud as what her shotgun would have made, but had still been heard by those nearby, a momentary silence grew over the place, there were probably more EPA heading right this way as the rest of society moved on. She ran, with the gun in hand, not wanting to leave it at the scene of the crime as a crimson trickle pooled from the hole in the dead man’s helmet. At this stage, one would be inclined to abort mission however Kaytlin was now driven, it was almost as if the extra effort drove her to complete it, even if it’s morality was something she herself was unsure she could justify.
Name: Kaytlin 'Kaylee' Weiss
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Gender: Female | She/Her
Notoriety: -3
Appearance: Kaytlin stands just shy of 5'4 and has a slim build. Her hair is almost always dyed platinum blonde and shaved at one side, swept and left hanging on the other and back. Her face has been moderately enchanced as seen in picture. No tattoos or piercings but some scarification on the right shoulder from her teenage years.
Personality: Kaytlin is a complex creature, free-spirited from birth the world as it is today dampened her spirits, leaving her with a pessimistic and cynical outlook of society. Her lack of trust for strangers can lead her to come across as quite mean, being mean verbally also one of her main defense mechanisms for conflicting with others. Although it takes time to gain Kaylee's trust if you do you'll forever have someone willing to have your back even if she wouldn't refer to you personally as a friend, she is fiercely loyal to those she has the time for. Despite appearance and outward persona she is a measured individual careful about what she says and who to. She is considered and restrained in her true opinion and thoughts.
Loyal – Mean – Measured – Pessimist
Bio: Kaylee's been fascinated by cybernetics and augmentation since her teens, her parents a middle-class family in one of the western districts were on the pro-human side of the spectrum that saw cyborgs as lesser and did not want their daughter being influenced by it. However, in the modern world it was near impossible for her not to see it everywhere unless they wanted to lock her away with no technology. She'd always felt different, probably no thanks to her families social circles and ideologies, as soon as she turned eighteen she got her first bit of augmentation, having already dabbled in scarification, when her parents saw it they all but disowned Kaytlin who was now having to undergo a baptism by fire in the real world without the aid of her parents.
Kaytlin sold herself and 'performed' for the credits she needed to keep herself alive having found work at a seedy cyber club in the downtown area of district 30 which she continued for a year until a better opportunity arose. One night when the club was being raided a rival business owner's thugs, Kaytlin proved her worth after taking up her soon to be shotgun for the first time from behind one of the bars. They fought off the raiders but in the process lost a few people, including the bartender which is where she got to keep the gun. After her valiance in the face of danger she was introduced to the syndicate life. Since then she has spent the last two years taking on odd jobs for credits, from robbery to bloody murder.
District: DST-30-WEST
Weapon(s):
Armour:
Cybernetics: Kaylee is moderately augmented on the neck, head and upper back. Her sense of hearing has been improved a great deal by the cybernetics installed to her left ear, the kit rigs back around the neck as seen in the picture providing support running down her spine of her upper back.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: Kaytlin dreams of one day owning her own club in an upper area of Europa.
Sorry it took me a while, how's this? Used the pictures you linked :P
Ok, I'll be more active after the weekend then!
This looks cool. I'm in.
Interested.
post finished @Zora made my character the person Julian bumped into in the hallway.
Sorry my post is short. I hope it's okay.
edit: Actually that's not finished, I'll do it now.
edit: Actually that's not finished, I'll do it now.
Casey yawned, the noise emitted high-pitched and almost strained as her arms came above her head. Slowly she brought herself to sit up in her bunk, examining the computer on a movable wall stand, the screen had gone into standby. Still half dazed and sleepy she brought up the display, eyes widening slightly as she read the time, shaking her head lightly from side-to-side: annoyed with herself for sleeping in and wasting time.
The majority of the Mission Specialists personal goals in research and study were in chemical compositions and study of lunar soil among other things. SpaceEX, the people who hired her and the science officers around EDEN also had specific missions for her, she had only been on EDEN six months now being among the last lucky few to gain a place living and working on the moon, pioneers, the first.
There were always stories being thrown her way of how horrible it was up here by a couple of people she worked closely with who had been on the station a lot longer than her. It was all just teasing, she was mostly sure. Her ambition and work ethic had not gone unnoticed during her time here either, she browsed down along the assorted list of numerous files, scientific research, neatly and efficiently sorted for sake of convenience. A lot of this stuff was research from when she simply worked for SpaceEX back on Earth, she didn't like to delete any of her work. Taking her hands away from the computer to brush her messy bed hair out of her face and bring her nails down along her thighs and shins, scratching the mild itch. She hopped out of the bed, quickly got changed and tied up her hair so she looked somewhat presentable. After quickly washing her face she felt ready to face the day and made her way out of her habitat, laptop tucked under one arm preferring it to the tablets while she had one she kept it down in the research bloc.
Casey was strolled through the corridors, tunnels and blocs of NE EDEN, making her way to the labs for experiments linked closely with her studies, she hadn't come across anyone until she heard footsteps and as she turned the corner saw someone who she thought she recognized in a hazardous materials suit. They apologized as he walked past and she suddenly recognized the voice, "Oh hi!" She uttered but wasn't sure if he had heard her as he seemed to be a bit hectic. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand, still feeling heavy and carried on her way. She had only talked to him on a few occasions, namely in passing but he seemed nice.
Just as she came to LAB she ran into one of the science officers, she sighed and closed her eyes for a second, this guy knew how to get under someone's skin and Casey had gotten just a little bit of a creepy vibe off him which wasn't what bugged her about him but did't do any favor to his character. He stopped her to ask about studies, she politely stopped but hurried to get into the LAB and just work. Setting up her laptop on one of the free stands and and went to make herself coffee, this would be just what she needed. Once she had a cup she walked back over to the workstation and began to bring up files. A radio call distracted her, it was from Space EX officials back home so she left the coffee down to take it.
The majority of the Mission Specialists personal goals in research and study were in chemical compositions and study of lunar soil among other things. SpaceEX, the people who hired her and the science officers around EDEN also had specific missions for her, she had only been on EDEN six months now being among the last lucky few to gain a place living and working on the moon, pioneers, the first.
There were always stories being thrown her way of how horrible it was up here by a couple of people she worked closely with who had been on the station a lot longer than her. It was all just teasing, she was mostly sure. Her ambition and work ethic had not gone unnoticed during her time here either, she browsed down along the assorted list of numerous files, scientific research, neatly and efficiently sorted for sake of convenience. A lot of this stuff was research from when she simply worked for SpaceEX back on Earth, she didn't like to delete any of her work. Taking her hands away from the computer to brush her messy bed hair out of her face and bring her nails down along her thighs and shins, scratching the mild itch. She hopped out of the bed, quickly got changed and tied up her hair so she looked somewhat presentable. After quickly washing her face she felt ready to face the day and made her way out of her habitat, laptop tucked under one arm preferring it to the tablets while she had one she kept it down in the research bloc.
Casey was strolled through the corridors, tunnels and blocs of NE EDEN, making her way to the labs for experiments linked closely with her studies, she hadn't come across anyone until she heard footsteps and as she turned the corner saw someone who she thought she recognized in a hazardous materials suit. They apologized as he walked past and she suddenly recognized the voice, "Oh hi!" She uttered but wasn't sure if he had heard her as he seemed to be a bit hectic. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand, still feeling heavy and carried on her way. She had only talked to him on a few occasions, namely in passing but he seemed nice.
Just as she came to LAB she ran into one of the science officers, she sighed and closed her eyes for a second, this guy knew how to get under someone's skin and Casey had gotten just a little bit of a creepy vibe off him which wasn't what bugged her about him but did't do any favor to his character. He stopped her to ask about studies, she politely stopped but hurried to get into the LAB and just work. Setting up her laptop on one of the free stands and and went to make herself coffee, this would be just what she needed. Once she had a cup she walked back over to the workstation and began to bring up files. A radio call distracted her, it was from Space EX officials back home so she left the coffee down to take it.
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