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Post a random fact about yourself.

At some point, one just ceases being hungry enough to care about food whatsoever.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

This would be ideal.

Post a random fact about yourself.

As one who has chosen to lead a vegan lifestyle for about six years, aside from just feeling physically and mentally cleaner, it has certainly expanded my meal preparations in inventive ways due to having to supplement a lot of things. But honestly there isn't anything I miss from my carnivore days...

Rosefell High.

Useless?..

The terrible humor just wouldn't stop on Ricky's end. It never did. But what was the point of fueling an already raging fire of insecurities and self-hatred? Alex didn't know that much about the guy honestly, and the little he'd learned last year as a new student was more than he ever wanted or needed to know. Thanks to Jordan, of course -the endless spout of gossip that he was- it seemed there was a history of domestic abuse in the Quinn household, something that Alex couldn't really relate to as he always saw his parents are fairly vanilla. Boring even. The occasional squabbles about petty things, as most families would have no matter who you were, but nothing to the degree that Ricky had endured.

But maybe he had a point, nevertheless. Alex would be lying if the thought hadn't crossed his mind whether or not he would have any other skills outside the artistic realm. Is this all there is?

"You might very well be right." Alex responded with a shrug, lifting the camera up to his face and positioning his eye in the viewfinder. "But as long as every picture captures some kind of personal story, I guess I'll continue to do whatever I'm doing."

He centered Ricky's portrait in the frame, the yellow-orange of the bonfire's warm colors reaching far enough to light one half of his face. Quinn was a good-looking guy, and Alex appreciated a subject who, for one reason or another, seemed fairly photogenic, despite their emotional struggles. "Hold that pose. Nothing unnatural. People can sense fake. Just be you."

Alex didn't have to like Ricky, but he also didn't need to be on the guy's "shit list" for no other reason than existing.

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Welcome back

Rosefell High.

The exchange between he and Jordan was short-lived, even more so than normal. It seemed a lot of his conversations with anyone these days was brief. Too many interruptions. Life getting in the way. Blah. Blah. Blah. And while the kid seemed to be constantly glued to his phone as though jacked into the Matrix, Alex still liked having Jordan around. The cell vibrated, indicating a text, and he smirked when he saw Alana's message. He knew she would come, well, there was that sliver of doubt, but probably stemming from anxiety than anything else. The one trait he and Lana had in common was neither one of them liked parties. But, to not show up would probably be worse as they wouldn't hear the end of it.

His attention turned back to Jordan, but, before he even had a chance to respond, the snarky tone of Ricky Quinn crept up behind him like a cold shadow lurking. Alex swore a tingle would run up his spine every time the dude was in the vicinity. Like, "Spidey-sense", but more annoying. Of course, the moody jock always started just about any conversation with sarcasm, as though that was the only prescribe education he'd been exposed to.

Alex simply smirked though, barely even wanting to acknowledge the guys terrible humor. "Sup, Ricky?" He gave the other a quick nod, which is all he really deserved. But, any retort toward the guy would only cause a vicious circle of remarks back and forth, which would probably never end, or start a riot. Either way, Alex wasn't in the mood, nor did he care to feed the beast. He managed to throw Jordan a peace sign when the kid scooted off, before turning back to Ricky.

"So-uh, enjoy the party then." He said, all but ending the conversation as his attention suddenly looked past Ricky and spotted Lana. He couldn't help but allow a grin to form from ear to ear as she shot him a wink, and looked back at Ricky with that same goofy smile. "Oh, by the way, you mind if I take a quick picture of you? I think Jordan needs one for his collection of suspects."

Okay, so perhaps Alex needed to insert a bit of sarcasm. Lana was there after all, and that made his heart happy.

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Trevor Murphy | "Wheelman"

"The winner ain't the one with the fastest car,
it's the one who refuses to lose."

- Dale Earnhardt -

♣ Back to the basics

Name
Trevor Murphy

What I go by
“Trev” or “Tre”

Age
Twenty-two

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Hetero

Birth Date:
October 25

Title
I’m the Wheelman, loyal and faithful to The West End Mob.

♣ The Reflection in the Mirror

Height
6’1

Weight
195

Eye Color
Blue

Hair Color
dark brown to black

Ethnicity
Irish-American

Physical Appearance

Attire
Casual for the most part considering he’s either behind the wheel or elbow deep in repair jobs. Jeans, Converse, tshirt, and jacket or hoodie. Essentially anything he didn’t mind getting dirty if it came down to it. He left the “rich” clothing to his colleagues.

♣ Weaponry & Skills

Standard Weapon
Glock, Butterfly knife, brass knuckles

Skills
▷ One of the best get-away drivers
▷ Knows his way around most cars / can fix most issues
▷ Pretty good with computers.
▷ Decent in a hand-to-hand combat & a fire fight.

Strengths
▷ Confidence
▷ Determined/Decisive
▷ Amiable - can get along with mostly everyone without much resistance.

Weaknesses
▷ Impatient
▷ Not a fan of conflict (tries to avoid if possible)
▷ Impulsive
▷ Risk-Taker

♣ Things I waste my Time With

Hobbies
▷ Rebuilding Cars
▷ Video Games
▷ Amateur Drag Racing

Likes
▷ Puzzles
▷ Cars
▷ NASCAR
▷ Driving
▷ Traveling
▷ Eating out

Dislike
▷ Disrespecting His Car
▷ Pushiness
▷ Dishonesty Amongst Family
▷ Smoking

♣ What I’m Really Like

Trevor is, for the most part, a stand-up guy, and you pretty much get what you see. He’s confident in what he does, as he does it well, and rarely is there a complaint out of his mouth. A wise-cracker at heart, the kid tends to use humor as a way of coping with life, especially stressful situations, which in his line of work can be plenty. Although he tends to feel the most at home behind the wheel. Trevor will usually go that extra stretch of road for close friends, family, allies, and anyone he sees worthwhile. He doesn’t always ask for much in return, at least not right away, but rather racking up the “favors” in hopes of trading them in for something much larger later on.

♣ All About My Past

Does a certain past truly define who we are, or what we’ll become in the future? When we grow up, are we going to follow in our parent’s footsteps, or carve our own path to fortune and glory? Trevor Murphy was born and raised on Long Island, in the hamlet of Bellmore, to a family of loving well-established parents, and two older sisters who seemed to have better things to do than hang around their baby brother. Well, seven years can be quite a gap after all, but he didn’t worry about, considering he had plenty to keep his overactive mind occupied. You see, John Murphy, the patriarch of the household, made a pretty good living for him and his family by opening several auto garages across Long Island and one in Manhattan. And Trevor -perhaps being the only other male in the household- naturally gravitated toward cars, learning everything he could from his dad and first-hand experience working at the local garage.

As time went on, school and responsibilities came and went, and the boy grew to be a young man who loved what most guys his age liked, including cars. At seventeen, he built his first car from an old mustang, restoring it enough to get a nice price tag for it, which help him to build his second car, - a sleek, sexy, black and chrome 1969 Chevelle - which he still has and prizes to this day. And also, as time passed, Trevor began to realize that the money his father was pulling in and used to support his family wasn’t necessarily the cleanest money. Enter, the Irish mafia, or more specifically, the West End Mob, who apparently struck a deal with my father to use his operation as a front for money laundering as well as firearms smuggling.

Great. So what was a kid to do with this kind of knowledge? Well, lucky for him he didn’t have to think on it long considering he was then approached by one of the mob’s lieutenants, offering the twenty year old a job as a “runner”, with the promise of making some serious money on the side. Trevor reluctantly took up the offer -like he really had a choice- and began working for the Westies after school and sometimes on weekends. It wasn’t until they needed him to be their getaway driver for a particular job in Brooklyn that they saw the real potential in the kid who would soon become their official “wheelman”.

♣ My Blood

▷ Mother: Karen Murphy
▷ Father: John Murphy
▷ Older Sister: Jodi Murphy
▷ Older Sister: Alison Murphy

Relationships
TBD

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Sai’rys Vytar | Slicer

| {Full Name} |

Sai’rys Vytar

| {Age} |

22 (b. 25BBY)

| {Species} |

Chiss

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Role on Ship}|

Slicer / Thief / Holoforger

| {Appearance} |

Like all Chiss, Sai’rys was born with blue skin tone, jet black hair, and eyes that emanate a dim crimson glow. As for his general attire, he leans towards darks mostly, complete with a multi-pocketed jacket/hoodie combo, small utility belt, and backpack. To further blend in with his surroundings -to the point of almost feeling invisible- he’ll toss the hood over his head.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Equipped Gear
▷ Wrist Computer - pulls up holos for system diagnostics and/or slicing.
▷ Data Spikes (Slicer Gear)
▷ Data Breaker (Slicer Gear)
▷ Small Techie Toolkit (rear tool pouch)
▷ A180 Blaster Pistol which he has since customized.

Stored Gear
▷ An assortment of clothes that he had packed away in a rucksack before boarding the Noreaster
▷ Miscellaneous tools and computer parts he’d collected.

| {Physical Abilities} |

▷ Above average dexterity.
▷ Photographic memory
▷ Systems programming, slicing, and repair knowledge.
▷ Hologram forging
▷ Basic small firearms handling and cleaning
▷ Self-Defense

| {Limitations} |

▷ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder: He likes things the way he likes things, and -save for perhaps threatening his life- there is very little you can do to dissuade him otherwise.
▷ Insomnia: His mind just won’t quit sometimes, which makes it tough to get a decent night’s rest, which in-turn causes fatigue unless taken care of.

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| {Personality} |

Sai’rys is highly intelligent, yet introverted for the most part, and the social awkward side of him isn’t too far behind. But over time, and under the right conditions, he can be less rigid and a little more talkative to those he trusts. He tends to feel more at home surrounded by tech, and would more likely engage in conversations with a computer than any actual flesh and blood being. Droids do tend to share a special place in his heart, but only so far, considering their thought processes are not so much like his on many levels. At times, or perhaps under stressful situations, he may speak more in code as though comparing himself to a terminal or operating system.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born twenty-five years before the Battle of Yavin on the Republic controlled planet of Coruscant in the seedy undercity, Sai’rys was already exposed to the galaxies worst bunch of losers right in his own backyard. Both parents worked within the entertainment district in a particular capacity: his mother facilitated Sabacc sessions mostly, while his father was essentially hired muscle. The two seemed to make a great team, that was until his mother died of a drug overdose. His father, now the sole caretaker of their only child, did what any self-respected parent would do in a situation they couldn't handle. He left.

| {Background} |

Life after abandonment was a series of rollercoasters which could only be satisfied by hanging with kids worse off than him, and Sai’rys found plenty of those while being holed up in one children's shelter after another. So the Chiss who had no one, suddenly found himself surrounded by people just like him. The outcasts. The has-beens. The forgotten. They were his family, and they were everywhere.

In later adolescence, Sai’rys eventually aged out of any obligations the shelters had to hold him, and so he left, taking what survival skills he’d learned and putting them to use on his own. Stealing, Conning, Gambling, and his personal favourite, Slicing. This particular skill seemed to overshadow the others as he continued to teach himself the finer points of breaching security protocols, falsifying identifications, and making a few extra credits on the side from very grateful clients. The kid needed a challenge it seemed at every turn, and while hanging out in the entertainment district, he decided to delve into a bit of holographic forging, switching several of the “dancing girl” holos scattered about into various Republic government officials. Of course, the laughs didn’t last long, as CorSec officers eventually caught up with the young male, arresting him for various misdemeanors and network attacks.

Eventually, realizing how much of an asset the boy could actually be, a deal was made to release him and expunge his record if he would agree to assist Republic Intelligence in deciphering several intercepted coded messages. So, Sai’rys took the deal, and after some time, was able to decode the transmission which ended up being blueprints for additional Imperial starships secretly built at the Kuat Drive Yard. Unfortunately, however, “freedom” came with a heavy price, as Sai’rys was tagged with a tracking beacon to be monitored by CorSec as well as put on retainer should they need his services again.

This did not sit well with the Chiss and he reached out to as many of his underground networks as possible to find a way to remove the tracking beacon and get the hell off Coruscant...

Clu Zanith was his name, a Muun who happened to answer the kid’s call for help through several dark channels within the Undercity. Sai’rys didn’t necessarily trust a Muun, but he also knew they were good for their word as long as some kind of ironclad contractual agreement was made beforehand. And for a species of business moguls and information brokers, it was no surprise that that Clu knew enough about the Chiss to see him as quite the asset indeed, insinuating within his correspondence the need for someone of his “particular skill set”. Was this a job offer? He didn’t know. But what was pretty much guaranteed, was that Clu Zanith was his only chance to get the tracker removed from his neck, and hopefully without any serious damage to the kid’s nervous system. In the end, it turned out to be a relatively painless procedure, albeit, taken care of essentially in the back room of a grimy strip club. But, the beacon was removed, and Sai’rys himself took the liberty of planting it on an unsuspecting club patron as they exited the premises.

And the next step? Well, turned out he was being offered a job by the Muun, aboard an old CR90 Corvette referred to as the “Noreaster”, whatever the hell that was. Honestly, it didn’t take much for the Chiss to be convinced that hiding out from Coruscant authorities aboard a relatively unknown ship would be a benefit. So, after Sai’rys officially joined the crew of the Noreaster he naturally began poking around only to realize that the ships security systems needed a massive overhaul because, according to him, it was an “embarrassment” and “a toddler could penetrate their system”.

But he also knew that this would be his new home, at least for awhile.

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Blake Helios

Name: Blake Helios

Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Height: 6’1
Weight: 155

Appearance: At just over six feet, Blake’s long, lean frame stands taller than the average female, that’s if she could stand on her own. Bound to a wheelchair since a car accident rendered the lower half of her body paralyzed, she is forced to look up at most people. Scars left over from the accident line the right side of her face, but she does little to hide them. Her dark hair hangs about mid-back, but is kept fastened neatly in a bun or some intricate braid most of the time. Her choice in business attire accentuates her friendly and generally approachable personality, coupled with a tough-as-nails demeanor when working to further the Corporation’s business interests. The most striking features -or so she’d been told on many occasions- are her emerald eyes, which seem to give off an iridescence depending on the lighting, and hopefully detract attention from her scars.

Ring Location: City

Occupation: Cyber Security Specialist for Hiroshi Technologies.

Real Life Skills:
◇ Piano
◇ Painting
◇ Computer Diagnostics
◇ Penetration Testing
◇ Hacking (Whitehat generally)
◇ Information Gathering

Likes:
◇ Listening to classical music, especially while working
◇ Solving puzzles
◇ Increasing her technical knowledge in and out of The Universe
◇ Coffee
◇ Quiet

Dislikes:
◇ Loud and obnoxious areas (or people)
◇ People who stare
◇ Having to do something twice
◇ Greed (which actually plays a part in her perception of corporations)

Items
◇ Tablet - used for work and communication.
◇ Earpiece
◇ Manual and powered wheelchair
◇ High-end stationary ARC chair with all the bells and whistles
◇ Portable ARC system complete with joystick that fits onto wheelchair.
◇ Stun baton

Personality: Blake is quiet, polite, courteous, and well spoken in her mannerisms, yet fairly reserved when not being spoken to directly. Overall, she exudes confidence in her work life, but never attempts to flaunt or boast, leaving the accolades for others to revel in. However, don’t ever mistaken her friendly disposition with weakness, as she will quickly remind you otherwise. Generally she has a good relationship (both business and casual) with many clientele all over the physical landscape as well as the virtual, and while she may not be able to assist with their every request, she has the knowledge, contacts, and assets to requisite whatever is needed.

On the other hand however, she does have trust issues at times, especially with those she feels are not quite up front with her, and in the business world, that could be a very long list.

Background: No one ever said that just because technology was evolving, life would be that much simpler. And even in the virtual world of The Universe, while a girl with physical handicaps could be anything she wanted, there was always that morbid thought of having to return to her real life. To the aches, pains and rollercoaster of emotions...

London had been a place of dreams for the little girl who was born and raised for many years of her childhood in the bright lights and big sprawling city that never seemed to sleep. A girl who took after her more liberal-minded mother, and sought the artistic world. She imagined herself as perhaps a beautiful dancer like the many she witnessed in the virtual world and in person at performances her parents treated her to. If not a dancer, than a professional artist, painting wonderful portraits and landscapes for all to enjoy. Or music, yes! Music was the very soul of the city and its people, so why wouldn't a girl of ten years want to contribute to such joy? To truly enjoy and be passionate enough to delve into the arts, bringing fresh ideas, inspiration, and a slower pace to a place that seemed to always be in a hurry was something of wonderment.

But, “dreams” were just that, and as a mental illness struck her mother, closing her love and affection off from the rest of the family, Blake felt alone and lost. It was then that her father -a high powered Corporate Executive-, stepped in to fill that void, knowing that his daughter needed guidance. He deemed that her mind needed to steer away from fantasy and fairy tales, and take root in what really mattered: innovation and growth. Or, better read as: “Work for a large and successful technological corporation and you'll make something of your life”.

And so it was, that year after year, while private school and extracurricular activities were becoming increasingly more challenging and time consuming, the life of the “artist” was left slowly subsiding until the idea became a kind of fiction to the young mind. And it was less about creative pursuits and more about business acumen.

By late adolescence and now living with her father in the upper echelons of the City Ring, Blake was already interning with Hiroshi, working alongside and shadowing not only her father but several other leaders within the organization, listening, learning, and studying. Embedding herself in the business world helped as well, allowing her to really experience first-hand the fruits of one's labors, and that once resistant nature began to conform and love the corporate arena. Her specialization eventually focused on Corporate Security, specifically, Cyber Security in and out of The Universe. She could really make a difference in a city that was still going through so many changes.

A turning point in her life changed not only her physiological makeup, but her whole outlook on the future, as a stroll along the city streets resulted in a hit and run accident that left the girl in a coma. She awoke in the hospital, cut, scrapped, bruised, and without any feeling from the waist down. Unfortunately, the damage was too serious for surgery to be of help, or any cure possible, that would allow her to walk again without mechanical assistance.

Eventually bound to a wheelchair, Blake sought refuge in The Universe more frequently, spending hours in a world that had no bounds, and would allow her to walk amongst the stars if need be. After perusing avatars from decades of retro video games, she landed on one character she could pretty much relate to on many levels: “Kasumi Goto” from the Mass Effect series. A strong female archetype that stood for independence, and a skilled infiltrator, thief, and hacker who let her abilities do the talking, since she herself said very little.

Still retaining her position as Cyber Security Specialist and a “Whitehat” hacker within the Corporation, she was essentially tasked with Penetration Testing in the real world as well as in The Universe, exposing any loopholes, and closing them as quickly as possible. Wheelchair or not, Blake felt more empowered and at home living her life within the virtual world, and behind the guise of her avatar. However, she also had to be careful not to delve so far into the virtual that her mind may not want to return to reality...

Relationship:

◇ Father: Glenn Helios - current Executive Vice President of Operations and long-standing chairman within the Corporation.
◇ Mother: Anamarie Helios - due to a mental breakdown from unknown reasons, she is currently staying at a psychiatric hospital in the City.
◇ Generally speaking, Blake has an extensive list of business contacts and associates in and out of The Universe than actual friends, which she is happy with.

Kasumi

Username: Kasumi

Home: An old grounded pirate ship from one of the “High Seas” RTS games still active in The Universe, well hidden and off the beaten path that she is left in relative solitude. The interior is retrofit with the latest technological add-ons and a few minor tweaks of her own, masking any form of “life” within.

Fame: (Relatively Known) Just like her alter ego in the Mass Effect games, Blake has spent a lot of time masking her footprints within The Universe, so her whereabouts are shrouded in secrecy. However, while many may have not physically seen her, she is known for being a stellar “hacker” (debuffer) in combat situations and able to slip in and out of hard-to-reach locales.

Specialty:
◇ Infiltration/Stealth
◇ Hacking: Debuffing / Turning Enemy Tech

Feats: Currently holds record for stealth-run through boss lair on Planet X1-9, and no fatalities to boot ♥

Weapons
◇ M-3 Predator Pistol
◇ Rarity: Common

appearance

◇ Functionality: A lightweight firearm and a decent clip size, with a default of 15 rounds. It also has a very fast fire rate, is fairly accurate at all ranges, and has a fast reload time. The drawback is the damage output is low compared to heavier models.

◇ Omni-Blade
◇ Rarity: Common

appearance

◇ Functionality: The transparent omni-blade is suspended in an energy field safely away from the user's skin. Warning lights illuminate the field so the searing blade only burns the intended enemy.

Armour
◇ Stealth Armour
◇ Rarity: Rare

Appearance

◇ Functionality: Can absorb minimum amount of sustained damage. When Stealth is activated, Kasumi becomes invisible for a short period of time, during which her speed is boosted considerably. The armour is insulated and grounded, protecting her from electrical currents to a certain degree. Attacking, using offensive abilities, or taking damage disables her camouflage.

Utility
◇ Decoy
◇ Rarity: Common
◇ Appearance: Carbon copy of Kasumi which mimics gestures and movement, however cannot take any action.
◇ Functionality: When this power is activated a hologram copy appears approximately 3-5 meters away. This hologram mimics the activator's appearance and movements but does not actually move, nor does it actually attack.

◇ Translocator
◇ Rarity: Rare
◇ Appearance:
◇ Functionality: Actives when tossed against hard, flat surface. The beacon lasts indefinitely until the ability to teleport to its location is activated or until it is destroyed (by Kasumi or enemy).

Steed
◇ Motorbike from Tron
◇ Rarity: Rare

Appearance

◇ Functionality: Gets her from point A to point B...

Artifact
◇ EMP Gauntlet
◇ Appearance: Metallic gauntlet that fastened to her arm.
◇ Functionality: Gauntlet with EMP pulse that has fifty meter radius, disabling any opposing electronic devices and debuffing opposition from using executable abilities including shields for a short duration.