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[Reboot] Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ

Thrud

^{[ "Give me the right price, chummer, and I'll do anything." ]}

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:

Thrud

𝙰𝚐𝚎:

20

𝚂𝚎𝚡:

Female

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Freelance Solo/Mercenary

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

A relatively short girl at about 167cm high, weighting in at a whopping 120kg+ due to all her cybers. Her hair can differ in color from day to day considering how easy it was to mod her hair to be able to change color at will, but usually she will default to white or silver. Due to the ballistic plastic plates she attached to her torso, she gains a smooth curved look like a barbie doll made out of segmented flesh colored fibreglass, and will often opt to wear anything that is convenient or forgo clothing entirely, considering she's covered almost all the time by the ballistic plastic plates.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:

Most that knows her would say she has a devil may cry attitude, a 'jump first, shoot everyone, think never' mentality and being one of the greediest sonovubitch they ever knew. And they'd be right. She has no care in the world, living as hard and fast as she could. The world was crap but why bother crying about it? Better to live it up and enjoy what you can rather than live in peace and misery. Not that she'd ruin herself by using those addictive stuff like drugs, or even those Better Than Life chips. She wanted to live to the fullest not ruin herself by becoming addicted to those booster gang type drek. This also meant she has as much respect for the human life as one would a bug. But then again, in this age, most everyone was. They either were, or they got fragged and die. Survival of the fittest, that's what she believed in.

Brave • Reckless • Resourceful • Stubborn

𝙱𝚒𝚘:

She grew up in the dumps, found by an old man who might as well be trash, and raised in the shadows. Seeing as the old man wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he simply named her Thrud. It was from him that she learned how cruel the world was for people like them, hunger, cold and dirt being the norm. Considering how the insane old man that raised her used her regularly, it wasn't long before she boosted a cheap pistol and murdered him, starting her on a long long line of killing for her own interest.

Thrud started first as a doorstopper, guarding the doors of nondescript places, before she started getting more and more skilled, getting into more and more contracts before she finally had her first taste of being on the receiving end of an autoturret. That was when she got her first 'true' cyberware. She had experience before with implanting simple watches onto her skin, modding her hair to be able to change colors whenever she wants, but this was the first full limb replacement she ever had. It was like her limb, but better, faster, stronger and even more durable. It was no surprise that she fell in love with cyberwares ever since.

Contract after contract, and after every three or so, she would buy another piece of cyberware. Soon, Thrud had a local rep for being a reliable Solo, and had cybered up herself so much, only her head and torso remaining of her original body. Due to her hardware, she had learned enough to be a competent net runner, just for the purpose of being able to improve upon her hardware more. By now she had enough to buy a small vehicle for herself, a hardy box truck that became her home and transportation.

As for the future, that can sort itself out. All Thrud was interested in was having fun and enjoying herself fully in the moment.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:

District 15

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜):

»20mm Semi-Auto Rifle w/ 5+1 bullet capacity

»Ares Aerolight SMG

»Large Balistic Shield, enough to tower over her.

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛:

» Ballistic plastic plates mounted on her body directly, and standard military surplus light armor, lightweight, and loosely fitting to fit all her cyberware. Made out of woven ballistic synthetics, They look more like jumpsuits than anything else.

𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:

The first one was to replace a missing arm, the rest was simply because she wanted them

» Limb replacements

Rough, simple, and no frills metal frame cyberware with metallic panel coverings. Tough and durable because of its simplicity.

» Muscle and Bone Lacing.

Simple nanomachines lace her bones and muscles with synthethic materials to make them stronger and tougher.

» Metal Frame

Its simply metal frames embedded on her body to strengthen and support her body so it doesn't crumple if she tried to lift more weight than her still flesh and bone body parts can withstand.

» Left Palm intergrated Datajack

A jack in one of her palms to allow her to access the net, link with her vehicle and anything else that accepts a datajack.

𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:

$500 only

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:

» Enjoys watching cheesy movies on her truck. The future is now.

In Defense Against Purity (high casual)

Rariya Lelaine

---

Without a word, she accepted the badge.

A deputy? That was something she wasn't expecting to become when she came in here. But she had already accepted the badge, so it was even harder to say no right now. The things the Mayor was saying seemed rather incredible to be true. Some person was trying to kill them and simultaneously attacking other cities bad enough that it became confidential? The others who came in here seemed incredible too; there was a flying gnome thing, a very uptight looking military man, and a rather rough looking woman who she was sure could do incredible things as well.

Seeing as everyone was introducing themselves, she tried to speak as well."Ah.. I-I'm Rariya Lelaine. I'm from one of the local highschools, in my last year there."

With that she gave a deep bow towards them, before looking up with a genuine, albeit nervous, smile. "I can't really do much, but I'll be happy to help in any way I can."

Rariya felt kinda small next to them. Considering how serious they looked, they probably had abilities far greater than anything she could ever imagine, or at least have abilities stronger than what she had at the moment.

Neon Lights

Eva Fosfograv Vasilev

---

The girl in the hooded vest chewed on her kibbles grimly, loitering about in front of the coffin place, her hardware clearly visible.

It was just another day, with the same drek going on. Bozos were tearing up the place again, some boosters were rampaging, and her euros looks was starting to look appallingly low again. It was no real matter. She could perhaps sit around at one of the local seedy watering hole and listen around for another job. Usually wetworks, but being a bodyguard wasn't bad either. It usually involves her looking tough while nothing happens for the rest of the day. Not all the time, but enough to make it her preferred line of work. Perhaps she should try out being a doorstopper for a megacorp sometimes. No one in their right mind would try assaulting one of their buildings head on after all.

When the call came, she simply crumpled up what was left of her food into her backpack, checked her only gun, and left.

Eva wasn't one with a happy past, nor was it a past she wanted to catch up with her. Thus when she arrived at the street in front of the theatre, her hood was up, and a piece of cloth covered her lower face, with only neon colored hair peeping out of her hood.

Her eyes scanned the streets, searching for any threat, her senses as open as she could manage, trying to be aware of everything around her. A habit that was hard to kick, and one she had no reason to change. She knew from experience that anything can turn tits up in a very short amount of time, even more so when the big players get involved. From the trouble she read on the screamers today, they seemed ready to throw the MaxTac goons out at the slightest of conflicts. Certainly not the sort of attention she wants, especially if they manage to ID her.

Keeping up that confident look, she simply strode past the group of thugs and into the theatre, a hard look upon her hooded face. They weren't her problem, nor did she want to have to do anything with them.

In Defense Against Purity (high casual)

Rariya Lelaine

---

She fidgeted nervously as the mayor spoke to the small group, looking rather out of place amidst them. Indeed, she stood out from the rest by virtue of looking relatively normal, having only her uniform and bag with her.

Rariya had been on cleaning duty for the day, when one of her classmates mentioned the notice. She wasn't too sure what it was about, but since her friend suggested that she should go and see what happens, here she was. A crisis like this certainly wasn't she expected. At most, Rariya would have thought she'd be handing out flyers and such. But, if the mayor was already relying on her to do this, then it was kinda hard for her to refuse. At the very least, she will try to do her best with whatever task she was given.

When the mayor stopped talking, she opened her mouth to say something, before the bald woman started to speak.

Having lost her chance to say something, Rariya continued on fidgeting, a smile on her face. If at all possible, she would have liked to not do any bad things to the prisoner. Perhaps she could help with the information finding, or have some of her friends look up things, but there was no way she could say anything now. Not with the current mood hanging heavy in the air.

In Defense Against Purity (high casual)

ill have a post up soon ^^

[Reboot]Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ[Cyberpunk]

Hoi there chummer. Im interested as well.

Neon Lights

Eva Fosfograv Vasilev

Eva Fosfograv Vasilev

"Orders...?"

LOOKS

A woman of average height of 167cm, her toned body contrasts heavily against the chrome she sports; cyberwear lacking subtlety and finesse, black metal against skin. Her hair changed colors by the day, sometimes by the hour, though the light and colors can be muted if she so wished. Black segmented balance tail would swish behind her as she walked, poking through either a hole in her clothing, or just poking out from under her skirt if applicable. The chrome she sports are obviously milspec to anyone casually inspecting them. Tends to wear clothing similar to what Edgerunners wear; militant looking, well used clothing with the odd holes here and there. Not out of any real desire to show off, but simply because she couldn't find money to spare to have them repaired.

PSYCHE

She was the type of person that rarely emotes, speaks little, and does orders as she was told. The kinda person one would expect a low classed grunt would be. 'Cept she wasn't a low class grunt or doorstopper, she was one of the foolish kids who went willingly into the Cyberwars, lured in by the prospect of looking swish. First it was just the tail and eyes, but the repeated tours as a Covertgrunt took more than just her limbs from her. Annabelle was quiet, suffering from PTSD, and barely spoke a word, but once ordered to do something, she would tear apart any drekhead foolish enough to step in her way without a second thought. She seemed to actively seek conflict, as if trying to drown her thoughts in more conflict to avoid thinking about it. A self destructive behaviour to be sure, one she was aware of, but one she cannot stop herself from doing.

HEAT

Some boosters perhaps, she had done some wet works on them before. Probably the government as well, though she wasn't actually any important grunt.

STREET CRED

Small time. She had just started getting back into the swing of things.

THE STORY

A young girl, still naive and innocent, joins the Cyberwars as part of the covert Elite Mechanized Combat Force.

For what reasons, Eva had long forgotten. The blood on her hands, the people she had killed, the people she had fought beside, the people who died in her arms, none of those technically exists. She did not exists. Cybergrunts were, after all, simply hogwash. They never sent her to fight in far away countries in covert wars. Even if they did, it was all for the country's interest, for the good of all in it. Patriotism, my girl! Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country! Look, free cybers. All you needed to do was just one tour, and all of these will be yours for no charge at all.

Just one more tour, and you can leave.

Just one more tour, and she can go home.

Always one more tour. One more tour did not seem at all that daunting when she was lying in a pool of her own blood, one of her torn limbs lying on her own lap. Go home a cripple, or do just one more tour and get a spanking new cyberlimb free. It wasn't long before she got stuck in a vicious cycle of these, each tour taking a piece away from her. Both figuratively and literally. There was no leaving as well, considering the chips they installed in one of her cybers to ensure her obedience.

Soon enough, she was resigned to the life, having now a few tours under her belt, with only her torso and head being meat. Eva had, by now, racked up a reputation in her unit for being efficient at heavy weaponry, and close quarters combat. She did have some skills in jacking security and netrunning, but she wasn't anywhere close to be any sort of hot shit tiger at it. Instead, she ran the panzers, if there was any given to them; she was supposed to be covert ops after all.

Oddly enough, her salvation came in the form of a mission gone FUBAR. One where she took several shots to the body before an ACPA damn near crushed her arms before one of her more trigger happy colleagues unloaded a warhead on it. She woke up later on, just barely alive amidst the corpses left there. After patching herself up, she waited there for quite some time before realizing no one was going to come for her. Even her comms were silent. Whatever happened during the fight had fried or damaged the chips embedded in her body enough to make them think she was dead.

To cut a long story short, she salvaged what she could from there, managing to scrape enough together to repair herself, and remove any of those chips still left in her body so she could finally run from this job. After long years of being on tour, she finally returned home. However, she was unable to really find work she was able to do, and just scraping enough together for a coffin and some kibbles wasn't the life she wanted to live. Without any other real skills to work with, she turned back to murdering for euros. She didn't have much in gears, considering she sold everything on her out of her eagerness to escape that life, and she certainly wasn't fond of killing more when she finally escaped her life. But hey, anything was better than having to become a meat puppet.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Her most prominent equipments were the cyberwares she sports. Both arms had been replaced with obvious bulky Soviet looking black cybers, complete with the hydraulic rams they commonly have, and ripper hands. The balance tail looks skeletal in design, as well as being bulky as well. It can be used as an extra limb, but its intended use was for housing the cybermodem link on it, allowing her to jack into the net or a vehicle. Her no frills blackened cyberlegs were standard. All cyberlimbs are covered with ballistic plastic. The only subtle parts of her chromes are the bone and muscle lacing, and the speedware installed on her body. Other than that, she has a heavy jacket, a light autopistol(the Dai Lung Cybermag 15) and a few boxes of ammo for it.

Gotta start from somewhere, right?

reference on how it looks like

...AND THE REST

She has a backpack for all her other miscellaneous things like kibbles and credchips. Generic prepacks were hidden deep inside it like treasure.

Neon Lights

Thats fine with me. I assume that means theres nothing wrong with my CS and I can post it in the Char Tab now?

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop I can barely find any other information about the Cyberwars, just that one small blurb near the cyberwares section. Fitting for a secret war.



I thought it was interesting. She probs would have been in every major conflict since the last 10-9 years as well as ones that doesnt technically exist. Military of the US of A, and she deserted, jumped ship as soon as she realized they might think she's dead. I probably should have written that part better i think. ^^;

Neon Lights

Hope this is ok. ^^;

Eva Fosfograv Vasilev

Eva Fosfograv Vasilev

"Orders...?"

LOOKS

A woman of average height of 167cm, her toned body contrasts heavily against the chrome she sports; cyberwear lacking subtlety and finesse, black metal against skin. Her hair changed colors by the day, sometimes by the hour, though the light and colors can be muted if she so wished. Black segmented balance tail would swish behind her as she walked, poking through either a hole in her clothing, or just poking out from under her skirt if applicable. The chrome she sports are obviously milspec to anyone casually inspecting them. Tends to wear clothing similar to what Edgerunners wear; militant looking, well used clothing with the odd holes here and there. Not out of any real desire to show off, but simply because she couldn't find money to spare to have them repaired.

PSYCHE

She was the type of person that rarely emotes, speaks little, and does orders as she was told. The kinda person one would expect a low classed grunt would be. 'Cept she wasn't a low class grunt or doorstopper, she was one of the foolish kids who went willingly into the Cyberwars, lured in by the prospect of looking swish. First it was just the tail and eyes, but the repeated tours as a Covertgrunt took more than just her limbs from her. Annabelle was quiet, suffering from PTSD, and barely spoke a word, but once ordered to do something, she would tear apart any drekhead foolish enough to step in her way without a second thought. She seemed to actively seek conflict, as if trying to drown her thoughts in more conflict to avoid thinking about it. A self destructive behaviour to be sure, one she was aware of, but one she cannot stop herself from doing.

HEAT

Some boosters perhaps, she had done some wet works on them before. Probably the government as well, though she wasn't actually any important grunt.

STREET CRED

Small time. She had just started getting back into the swing of things.

THE STORY

A young girl, still naive and innocent, joins the Cyberwars as part of the covert Elite Mechanized Combat Force.

For what reasons, Eva had long forgotten. The blood on her hands, the people she had killed, the people she had fought beside, the people who died in her arms, none of those technically exists. She did not exists. Cybergrunts were, after all, simply hogwash. They never sent her to fight in far away countries in covert wars. Even if they did, it was all for the country's interest, for the good of all in it. Patriotism, my girl! Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country! Look, free cybers. All you needed to do was just one tour, and all of these will be yours for no charge at all.

Just one more tour, and you can leave.

Just one more tour, and she can go home.

Always one more tour. One more tour did not seem at all that daunting when she was lying in a pool of her own blood, one of her torn limbs lying on her own lap. Go home a cripple, or do just one more tour and get a spanking new cyberlimb free. It wasn't long before she got stuck in a vicious cycle of these, each tour taking a piece away from her. Both figuratively and literally. There was no leaving as well, considering the chips they installed in one of her cybers to ensure her obedience.

Soon enough, she was resigned to the life, having now a few tours under her belt, with only her torso and head being meat. Eva had, by now, racked up a reputation in her unit for being efficient at heavy weaponry, and close quarters combat. She did have some skills in jacking security and netrunning, but she wasn't anywhere close to be any sort of hot shit tiger at it. Instead, she ran the panzers, if there was any given to them; she was supposed to be covert ops after all.

Oddly enough, her salvation came in the form of a mission gone FUBAR. One where she took several shots to the body before an ACPA damn near crushed her arms before one of her more trigger happy colleagues unloaded a warhead on it. She woke up later on, just barely alive amidst the corpses left there. After patching herself up, she waited there for quite some time before realizing no one was going to come for her. Even her comms were silent. Whatever happened during the fight had fried or damaged the chips embedded in her body enough to make them think she was dead.

To cut a long story short, she salvaged what she could from there, managing to scrape enough together to repair herself, and remove any of those chips still left in her body so she could finally run from this job. After long years of being on tour, she finally returned home. However, she was unable to really find work she was able to do, and just scraping enough together for a coffin and some kibbles wasn't the life she wanted to live. Without any other real skills to work with, she turned back to murdering for euros. She didn't have much in gears, considering she sold everything on her out of her eagerness to escape that life, and she certainly wasn't fond of killing more when she finally escaped her life. But hey, anything was better than having to become a meat puppet.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Her most prominent equipments were the cyberwares she sports. Both arms had been replaced with obvious bulky Soviet looking black cybers, complete with the hydraulic rams they commonly have, and ripper hands. The balance tail looks skeletal in design, as well as being bulky as well. It can be used as an extra limb, but its intended use was for housing the cybermodem link on it, allowing her to jack into the net or a vehicle. Her no frills blackened cyberlegs were standard. All cyberlimbs are covered with ballistic plastic. The only subtle parts of her chromes are the bone and muscle lacing, and the speedware installed on her body. Other than that, she has a heavy jacket, a light autopistol(the Dai Lung Cybermag 15) and a few boxes of ammo for it.

Gotta start from somewhere, right?

reference on how it looks like

...AND THE REST

She has a backpack for all her other miscellaneous things like kibbles and credchips. Generic prepacks were hidden deep inside it like treasure.