Hellion

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Genesis Ex Machina

If more are MIA, I would be down to join.

@Wrathhog

We may just have our chance

Can I say Hello?

Welcome to the puzzle palace

Musings n' Dreams

Why do we
care more about the way others see us
than the way we see ourselves?

Why does she
stand in the mirror crying,
feeling conflicted, distraught, overwhelmed?

Why does he
bend himself over backwards,
to show others that he's accomplished?

Why do we
watch what we say, keep appearances,
to hide the fact we're impoverished?

Why do we
listen to all of their criticism,
while tossing aside our self-praise?

Why does she
feel her efforts will never be
enough to draw in their gaze?

Why does he
have to give up all that he loves,
just to do something they find "acceptable"?

Why do we
make changes for these people who,
no matter will always be skeptical?

Why do we
ignore what's in our hearts
just to listen to all of this scorn?

Why can't she
look at herself and be proud
and know in her heart that she is adored?

Why can't he
enjoy the path that he's chosen
and know in his heart that it's the right one?

Why can't we
shut out all this white noise
and tell ourselves that we are done -

Done being beaten down, criticized, belittled?
Done with their fickle words, done being crippled
by what they think is right, what they think is best,
when we're the only ones who really understand the feelings inside of our chest.

The ones that tell us that we are enough,
that we are beautiful, that we are tough.
That we are allowed to reach and take hold of
what makes us happy, to do what we love.

But we don't. So she...
Still stands in front of the mirror,
hands tracing down her form,
tear running down her cheek as their words echo:
"Just another ten pounds or more."

So he...
Puts down his pen with a sigh
and tucks his manuscript away,
to put on his black suit and tie:
"You've got real money to make today."

So we...
Go another day struggling
underneath this unbearable weight,
Thinking: "When will it ever be enough?"
Resigning ourselves to a fate...

That we never wanted for ourselves.

Genesis Ex Machina

@Hellion

We are technically already full at the moment, although half the players have already gone dark so... :P

@Bell

No worries. Let me know if a spot opens in the future :)

Genesis Ex Machina

Here's my character concept. Still need to find a suitable image...

Numero Seis

Number: Six

Sex: Female

Class: Infiltrator & Security Specialist

Appearance: At almost six feet, her long, lean frame stands taller than the average female, and dark, unkempt hair is kept short. 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. If she is ever seen without clothing, the most obvious focal point is a large mythical dragon of Nordic origins which has been pain-stakingly tattooed in black ink on her torso, starting up near her left shoulder and down across her chest, then wrapping around the middle of her back, and ending coiled around her right thigh. The artwork, while masterfully executed, was created by an artist of unknown origin.

Personality: 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 mistake her friendly disposition with weakness, as she will quickly remind you otherwise. On the other hand, 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.

Weapons:

► Half-dozen throwing daggers measuring about eight inches in length, nicely sheathed in a forearm brace.

► Tactical Wakizashi

► Light pistol, stored in a thigh holster.

Armor:

► Lightweight non-reflective material that fits comfortably to her frame.

Genesis Ex Machina

@Bell Love the loose concept, and have an "Infiltrator" type of character in mind. Similar to Kasumi from ME3. Less of a combat oriented class and more about evasion and deception. Also, Would a stealth generator be something they could have on them?

Musings n' Dreams

Anxiety is a carnivorous beast
Anxiety grips onto you and doesn’t let go, digging its fangs in
Anxiety has painful fangs
Anxiety has claws (retractable)
Anxiety sits on the edge of a table, meowing morosely
Anxiety digs its claws in when it doesn’t want to do something
Anxiety reminds you it needs feeding
Anxiety hisses, bites and scratches
Anxiety eats ferociously, draining you.
Anxiety gives you disdainful looks
Anxiety reminds you it needs feeding
Anxiety has tiny fangs
Anxiety reminds you again it needs feeding
Anxiety looks down at you with its hairy body from the top shelf
Anxiety will sit with you, out of spite
Anxiety is only doing so to remind you he needs feeding
Anxiety might fall asleep
Anxiety might bite your hand while you fall asleep, he needs food
Anxiety is fed
Anxiety might possibly maybe if you-are-really-very-nice allow you to pet him.

Anxiety falls asleep.
You fall asleep.

Run for the Hills

I also run Shadowrun 5th ed

@Sarge67

Oh, I do love the cyberpunk/fantasy genre.

Welcome to the fun that never ends

Hell's Belles

Cypher | Tessia Salinas

Full Name: Tessia “Tess” Salinas

Age: 19

Species: Human

Gender: F

Appearance: Standing at just under five feet, Tess doesn’t mind the fact that her smaller, petite stature keeps her hidden in plain sight which compliments her introverted nature. And being rather on the androgynous side, she leans toward gender neutral and simple wardrobes, especially those that don’t draw unwanted attention. She keeps her dark hair short most of the time, shaved down to the skin on one side, and a few ear piercings.

Equipment and Personal Belongings: For the most part, Tess has nothing other than the clothes on her back, as most of her needs are taken care of through the program she is a part of.

Physical Abilities: Tess has always had a natural gift to figure things out,, whether it is putting together a complex model with small, intricate parts, or even calculating risk in a game of strategy. Combat abilities are mostly basic self-defense techniques, something trained as a requirement while residing in the facility.

Superpowers: Technomancy (shadowjack) - ability to understand and manipulate/hack electronic technology through clever use of telepathic connects and obfuscation. With regard to general electronic devices, it allows the user to tap into the unit and “speak” to it to an extent, so on a simple scale, a microwave could be remotely hijacked.

Those devices, however, that are networked or connected to the internet, can be quite tricky and require a greater level of mental focus in order to “travel” through cyberspace. A user can easily get lost as well, their mind jacked into the framework for so long that it can take hours or days to come back.

Limitations: Like any telepathic ability, usage can be extremely mentally & physically draining depending on the level of challenge while interfacing with a particular electronic or computer system. There is even a chance that her mind could be locked into a system, while her body remains in a dormant state, which could prove fatal if left unchecked for too long.

Personality: A borderline introvert, for the most part, Tessia is quite friendly and outgoing to those she knows, and rather suspicious and close-minded to just about everyone else. Her relationship to technology and the like, however, seems to surpass any human connection, as her comfort level is always highest when surrounded by programming language and the warmth of a motherboard.

Place of Origin: Born and raised in South Boston to working-class parents in a low income part of the city, she was uprooted and the family moved to Kansas City due to work relocation. Otherwise, her upbringing was fairly normal, all things considered.

Background:Tess was an only child, which meant when her parents weren't up in her business, she spent a lot of time alone. But, as a tinkerer at heart, it was time well-spent, becoming interested in computers, electronics, and essentially how things went together. But even moreso, how they came apart and what was inside that made them tick. Time online helped to teach her just about anything, especially as she dove headfirst into the world of hacking. Sure, it wasn't all glamorous like the movies depicted, but to a girl who loved to explore, the internet was a sea of untapped playgrounds.

For the most part, Tessia Salinas was a typical introvert hailing from one bustling city on the East Coast, and moving to another a lot more lowkey than she’d expected, but also accepted. Kansas City was nothing like Boston, but it would have to do for now. While her family didn’t have much, they worked hard, both parents holding down jobs at “KC Tech” in the company’s industrial sector, assembling computer parts for military distribution. Their long hours had Tess home by herself most of the time, which was a blessing and a curse, especially for a latchkey kid.

Small hints of a power that had not yet surfaced peeked in and out of the young girl’s life. Faint unknown digitized voices, distorted and scrambled, were heard every-so-often as though calling out to her. Remnants of vibrations and electrical currents ran through her nervous system, but were simply shrugged off as “the chills”. It was only later in life that the build-up couldn’t hide any longer.

At nineteen years old -months after the explosion which rocked the world- the inherent hidden supernatural abilities that slept deep within her psyche since birth began to manifest. Perhaps she was a late bloomer, or this was normal for someone like her, but it triggered without warning. As she sat in her bedroom mindlessly trudging through a first-person shooter, the initial wave of a strange yet familiar telepathic connection came, fusing her senses with that of the gaming console. Digitized voices, binary waves, electronic pulses, cryptic code, and holographic images surfaced as though an imaginary “heads-up display” had appeared before her. Tess had no idea what to do, and was unable to essentially shut it off, and the mental exhaustion became too much, too soon. She cowered in the corner, her mind continuing to reveal more of this unknown world, lights flickered, the television fizzled out, and as the power within her grew, there began an incessant exchange of cryptic information that she couldn't quiet, as though every piece of technology within a small radius was reaching out to her like a beacon.

Eventually the sound of her own cries echoed from the bedroom, and both parents rushed in to see their daughter curled up in a dark corner, shaking her head and confused, while electrical devices in their house -as well as surrounding homes- behaved erratically. They were at a loss, But what could her parents have done? What could anyone have done? Tess did her best to explain the situation to them, however the magnitude of the events were simply too much comprehend. That mixed with the media firestorms of "meta-humans" and "strange happenings", it wasn't long before they had to make a choice.

Seek professional help.

But the "help" offered by these government-run facilities came with a price. Through extensive -and somewhat invasive- testing sessions, they essentially knew what the girl was capable of, but as things usually went, wanted to know more. It wasn't enough to be able to communicate with the inner working of simple electronic devices, but rather to interface with networked systems and even the internet. Tessia's powers were put to the test, first "jacking" into a localized and controlled mainframe to travel around from computer-to-computer, learning to navigate while simultaneously keeping herself transparent to security protocols. The journey in and of itself was draining enough on her, but it didn't stop there, as gateways into the internet and outside sources were opened, which allowed the girl to travel into places a hacker would only dream. But, even then these short trips interfacing with unstable processes and systems, being kicked from servers, and a myriad of other ordeals, became extremely taxing on her physically, mentally, and emotionally to the point that she eventually blacked out from damage to her nervous system.

And so what was to be considered a "72 hour hold" turned into countless weeks of living, studying, and recovering under the strict supervision of top scientists and researchers in a facility just outside Kansas City. No external interference. Of course, to keep the parents satiated in the interim, substantial government compensation was given in the form of "hush money".

Tessia Salinas was now property, and given the handle of "Cypher" moving forward.