Lady Selune

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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

The words 'collaborater' wanted to fly from Till's lips. He smelled a rat; her entire family taken, her found innocent? What had she done to prove that to the boche? But he didn't. He bit his tongue. "Staying here would only cause more problems.「(Don't Fear) The Reaper has already spoke of protocols and agents arriving here soon. We should meet with this Lilly and leave quickly, and hope that the reparations on Orleans are as light as possible." A whole restaurant of dead nazis. He could already see the bodies swinging from the gallows as payback.

NEOTOKYO - Shadow Conflict [Open!]

First half is done. Rest is WIP.

Character Sheet

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Name
Takeuchi Yukiko. Street name Banshī.

Nationality
Japanese.

Age
23.

Sexuality
Unclear.

Birth
Yokohama District, Tokyo, 2008.

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Appearance
In and out of armour, Yukiko is not a particularly extraordinary individual. Dull chocolate eyes, a pleasant if poorly maintained countenance and medium length brown hair pulled back into a rough ponytail make for an unremarkable appearance, another jacket-and-jeans wearing woman waking the streets of Tokyo. Nothing about her makes her stand out, an appearance not curated, but instead just a genuine result of her lifestyle.

This average appearance extends to when she's working too. Past the unique appearance the AVNSD gives her PDHUD, the Ō-Yoroi weave she wears is hardly an uncommon sight, being used by both gangsters and private security, and although katanas might stand out elsewhere, in Tokyo a lot of goons carry cheap blades to look tougher. Only when the guns are firing and her skills come to bear does her exceptional side show.

Height
5'1".

Personality
The best word to describe Yukiko is 'professional.' Being a mercenary, she conducts herself without much pomp or circumstance, and her rough life has given her an inherently down to Earth and less bombastic personality. Years of directly conducting herself with clients have left her knowledgeable and able to explain her strengths whilst also allowing her to remain consumately professional. Many might underestimate her from this, and oftentimes this is the last mistake they will ever make.

This lack of a flashy and outgoing personality extends to her buying habits. Although her custom-ordered firearms and blades might make one think she's a big spender, this could be far from the truth- she's actually quite reserved, her weapons 'business expenses' and nothing more. She eats at cheap ramen bars for lunch, drinks Asahi Dry and lives in a small apartment. Even in combat she can often be missed, as her smaller frame and unsuspecting weaponry conceal her skill with firearms and blades... Or, at least, missed right until her AVNSD turns on, and suddenly foes are left reeling and ripe for the picking. In combat, she is an efficient, self-maintained operator, taking no pleasure as the bodies stack up behind her other than the grim statisfaction of a job well done. Her preferred post-mission meal are a plate of dumplings.

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Role
Heavy Assault. Yukiko does not do subtlety.

Equipment

Weaponry

Nihonto Katana & Wakizashi: Although not strictly speaking 'true' Nihonto blades, as they were made with modern metals, they are made in Japan, by a Japanese swordsmith, and specifically sized and balanced for Yukiko. Unlike many street chumps she doesn't embellish her weapons with glowing paint or flashy accessories; her swords are a no-nonsense, well-sharpened mankillers with eelskin grips. Kept maintained to a mirror finish. To quote an old film, if Yukiko encountered God, God would be cut. Not made in Okinawa.

Mateba New Model Autorevolver: The successor to the 1997 Mateba Autorevolver. A custom order imported from Montebelluna, Italy, it's unknown how exactly Yukiko managed to acquire not only such a unique firearm, but one loaded with 5.7x26mm rounds instead of its usual configuaration. Apparently the story involved a gunsmith, a lot of blood and even more money. Something about a Roman Emperor in there too. Six shots, semi-automatic, armour piercing.

Micro-Uzi Pro: Yukiko's prodigious ability to acquire rare guns strikes again. Usually only seen in the hands of Israel's Defence Force, these all-polymer submachine guns are tiny and extremley lightweight, whilst still capable of hosing town targets with 9x19.

Benelli M3: 12 gauge version. Taken for operations where she expects a large amount of close-quarters work against heavily armoured opponents that her swords would struggle against. A very common sight in the hands of law enforcment, military operators and civillians all over the world, which, ironically, makes it stand out somewhat in Yukiko's hands.

Armour

Ō-Yoroi Kevlar Weave: An old name for a new armour, Ō-Yoroi weave is a lightweight bullet resistant set including breastplate, protective skirt for the groin and upper legs, neck guard, shoulders and biceps. Only really considered to be protective against street-level weaponry, the fact that Yukiko routinely brings it to tactical combat situations and comes out alive is a sign of not only extreme cockiness, but also proficiency.

Augments

None.

Gadgets

Sessho-Seki Audiovisual-Neurostatic Disruptor: The original Sessho-Seki was said to be a stone huanted by the sprit of Tamano-no-Mae, the legendary fox spirit, that would kill whoever touched it. The Sessho-Seki AVNSD does not bring death, but in Yukiko's hands, certainly has the reaper's spectre following it. The device appears as a simple PHUD mounted on Yukiko's head, and, indeed, that is its usual purpose, but the non-standard amplifiers placed over her mouth and the large speakers mounted onto her front and back have a much more sinister reason to exist. When activated, the AVNSD sends out a barrage of narrow-spectrum waves specifically designed to target machines and men and make them suffer. Radios and personal communication devices howl with feedback, screens and HUDs stutter and fill with static, ears ring with tinnitus, eyes water and mouths fill with the thick taste of rust and copper. It is rare that one can focus through such an assault, and whilst hands are clapped over ears or eyes squeezed shut, Yuikiko moves in to neutralise once-threats permenantly. Although variants of this technology is commonly seen mounted on riot surpression or military vehicles, no commercial, personel-mounted variant has been known to exist due to the difficulties in inuring the operator to its own effects. How Yukiko manages to do so; if she uses custom made cybernetics, chems, a combination of both or some third, unknown option, isn't widely known.

The device does have several downsides beyond the potential problems for its users. Its range is fairly short; only twenty or so metres out, with the full power of the effect only coming in at around ten metres, it's highly noticable, creating a sound described as a 'disco from hell' when activated, rendering stealth nigh-impossible, and the sheer range of frequencies require a tremendous amount of power, thus preventing it from being frequently used in an operation. Fortunately, Yukiko manages to downplay these negatives by carefully choosing the fights she can take, as well as when to activate the AVNSD to maximise its effects.

Previous Careers
A mercenary for longer than most would assume from someone so young and a professional street rat before that, Yukiko knows many people around both Tokyo and the world who can assist her when she really needs them. Not to mention that it's rare to find someone that can get around the capital faster than her.

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Biography
Who was this person before they joined the NSF? Were they a simple civilian dedicating their life to a cause after the Nuking of 2012, or perhaps they have a much more militarised background? Childhoods, what brought them up and maybe key information that will help show what shapes them as an individual.

Affiliations
Who are they related to? Do they have any major friends or life-impacting allies prior to the RP's beginning?

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Relationships [Optional]

• Kaz: Yukiko has worked with Kaz once before, in an operation that got the pair on the radar of the Jinrai. Having stood back to back admist puddles of blood, she knows that as unstable as the American is she does put up one hell of a fight, and that worst comes to worse her huge frame makes half decent cover in a pinch.

Character Theme [Optional]

Warhammer 40k: Beyond the Pale - A Rogue Trader Adventure

To the Aeldari, a little bit of heavy fire wasn't really too much to concern herself with. She had escaped worst situations without losing a hair on her head; this was nothing unusual. Maybe to the Mon'Keighs it was something to worry themselves over, but she had hope, and when hope didn't work, she had the fact that she was superior to the rest of the crew instead. When the Rogue Trader asked his question, she shook her head. "Nae, despite the similarities t'ween the weaponry it carries and that of my Commorite kin, it's nae wraithbone and I dinnae see any Aeldari markings on it." Her hair danced about her head with every movement she made; a mesmerising display that distracted from her face.

"Could be scavenged Aeldari technology. Or they nicked it from us. Either wae, nae to do with my peoples any more. Tha' being said, might be worthwhile for me to get my armour on, jus' in case we end up with some boarding actions goin' on." With a brief nod towards the owner of the vessel she would leave the bridge, heading towards where she bunked and where her armour was held. She had her weaponry on her at all times; the fusion pistol and power sabre snugly fit to her thighs, but alas, a fetching double breasted jacket and her tight fitted trousers did not deflect shuriken fire.

A few moments later and she would emerge once more; although Biel-Tan's colours were white and green, the mesh armour wasn't hers, and she was fairly sure the corsair it came from had hailed from Saim-Hann with its deep crimson colour. The flecks of gold were certainly not standard though, and the felarch helmet she held underneath her arm was the same red as the armour; not the white that standardised guardian armour would be.

Moving to the vox-channel that linked her to Rudyard, the smugness in her voice was palpable. "Are there any folks, me exceptin', who'll be needed if we take the fight t'them? Or, if they take the fight t'us."

The Ward

The one with more doors would be chosen. Other colours darted off this way as well, into the gloom and the darkness. Yellow, Red, Green. Each step taken was another towards their goal... Or, away from it. Perhaps both; maybe in this mismatched maze of corridoors and hallways even space itself fell prey to the Borehole. Blue 5 was their goal, and it lay somewhere in this place. R16. B3. B4. Y31. Then there was an open door, the blue line circling past a rusted sign. Through the door however, there was nothing. Up above, jagged metal and scorchmarks showed the passage of something large and sparking, and the floor of this area had collapsed through time and time again, leading to a vortex of black that swallowed up any hope their objective would be that easy.

They would need to descend, then, one way or another.

The Ward

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NEOTOKYO - Shadow Conflict [Open!]

Senior Agent Caitlyn Ellesworth

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5'11, pale skin, a single grim grey eye and a tight bun of bright blue hair. Walking into Caitlyn's office puts you face to face with a woman in her forties who has absolutely no time for any shit you might be thinking about putting on her. Both of Caitlyn’s lower legs have been replaced by custom made bionics and her well-toned form is marked with scars of previous fights, scores of shrapnel, slashes and shots indelibly marked into her skin.

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Name
Caitlyn Ellesworth. 'Miss. C' to underlings not on missions, 'Puma' when on missions. Calling her 'Cougar' is a fantastic way to earn her ire. Friends get to call her Cat.

Nationality
American (Nationality.) White American/Slavic (Ethnically.)

Age
42.

Sexuality
Pan.

Birth
East Coast Sprawl, USA, 15th July 1989.

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Appearance
As previously mentioned, Caitlyn stands at around 5 foot 11 inches (180cm) making her slightly above average in her home of America and quite obviously above average amidst her shorter Japanese colleagues. Her hair has been consistently dyed a deep blue since her early 20s, to the point where few remember her original hair colour is a light brown.

When on duty, Caitlyn wears a well-tailored black suit and a blue tie that matches her hair, the only sign of her door kicking days the fact that she wears a set of military boots, the leather polished until it's so shiny you can see your reflection in it. Off-duty, she defaults to a set of semi-formal black jeans and simple long-and-short sleeved t-shirts depending on the weather, often defaulting to a jacket unless it's particularly warm. Usually however, her clothing covers up the most distinctive part of her- the fact that both of her legs have been replaced by cybernetic enhancements. Something of a cyberware purist, Caitlyn's legs are a distinctive shiny chrome, partially a design choice, and partially an intelligent ruse, because Caitlyn has another set of cybernetics far fewer people are aware of- her eyes.

Both of her eyes have been replaced by a complicated series of prosthetics, and over one she dons a strapless black eyepatch, made from an electroreceptive surface that has the property of allowing her cybernetic eye to see through it without any loss of visibility. Her remaining eye is almost entirely indistinguishable from a regular biological one, which is, of course, exactly what she wants.

Height
5'11/180cm

Personality
Once, Caitlyn was quite the party girl. Or so her old colleagues say. Now she hasn't touched a bottle in more than a decade, anything that goes into her lungs that isn't air is vapourised and she seems to relish clocking in far more than clocking out. Fiercely intelligent when it comes to cybernetic systems, Caitlyn holds a PHD in Cybernetic Engineering, earned over more than thirteen years of work, most of which was on her own body parts. Having overcome limb loss, addiction and the death of more colleagues than she'd care to admit, she's often seen as icy and frigid, but the truth is she's simply much more careful about who she allows herself attachment to. What good is it becoming acquainted with a brand-new agent when they could be lying on a cold slab in two weeks time?

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Role
Squad Operational Manager. Caitlyn's days as a direct field worker have mostly come to an end (although she's still a surprisingly mean shot with quick enough reactions to take on a man half her age and come out on top,) but she's not lost more than two decades of combat experience, and is happy to pass it on to those below her. Sitting in her office, looking through camera feeds or controlling aerial recon units, more than one assault team member owes their life to Caitlyn foiling an ambush.

Equipment

Weaponry & Armour

• H&K SOCOM 24: A modernised variant of the SOCOM 23, the 24 is a semi-automatic large-frame pistol firing 14 .45 super rounds before needing a reload. A holdover from her FBI days, hers is quite clearly the USSOCOM variant, sporting a laser aiming module, suppressor and a red-dot sight. It's extremely rare that Caitlyn is ever seen without this gun strapped to her.
• H&K SFP9-M: Despite being made in Germany; the gun has been standard issue in the Japanese army for 11 years. 20 9x19mm shots, held inside her integrated leg holster. This is Caitlyn's 'backup' or 'holdout' weapon.
• Dynatech Industries Hand Taser: A normal-looking pair of black driving gloves with a series of metal contact points located in the knuckles. When clenched into a fist, the glove is turned on, causing the contact points to crackle with 50,000 volts. Each glove can carry two charges before needing a recharge, the process of which takes three hours per glove charged. The weight of the electronics also makes for a reasonable knuckleduster in a pinch.
• Lightweight Ballistic Vest: A simple, relatively thin and unnoticeable Kevlar vest most easily compared to a waistcoat rather than actual combat-ready armour. Although poor against knives and unlikely to stop heavier bullets from penetrating through, shotguns and lighter calibres will be halted, albeit with a tremendous amount of pain and blunt force imparted on Caitlyn in the process.

Augments

• Custom-Made Cybernetic Leg Replacements. Caitlyn's thesis. Her pride and joys. Shockingly chrome, silk to the touch and tougher than titanium, her legs are built to last and can dish out no small amount of pain themselves. Resistant to fire, heat, cold, acid, bases, EMPs, piercing and slashing damage, blunt and concussive impacts and probably would be radiation-resistant if not for how redundant that would be. They also feature numerous concealed compartments, including a holster in the right calf, a small bug-out kit in her right thigh and a storage compartment in her left thigh. Finally, they have a set of pneumatic jacks capable of unleashing a devastating amount of pressure to anything underneath them, easily capable of destroying conventional car engine blocks at a cost to the long-term structural integrity of her legs, her spine and any shoes she might be wearing.
• Custom-Made Cybernetic Eye Replacements. Although not lavished over like Caitlyn's legs, her eyes have a few tricks to them as well. With the ability to switch into low-light and heat-sensitive vision modes, a 'dazzle guard' feature that automatically blacks out her vision to protect it from sudden bursts of light and will slowly adjust to brighter lights, a 30x zoom and a covert recording feature originally designed for undercover work, they're not to be underestimated.
• Heart Monitor. Independent of her heart's functioning is this monitor. The usage of it should be obvious.
• Artificial Hormone Regulator. An extraordinarily common implant, this allows Caitlyn to adjust the hormone balance in her body. Normally used in order to increase adrenaline before a fight, but has other usages too.
• High-Density Bone Lattice: By 'weaving' together muscle and bone, both body parts benefit. Caitlyn's muscles are tougher, more tear-resistant and tire slower, whilst her bones are far less likely to break under most circumstances.

Previous Careers
Caitlyn worked with the USA's FBI for longer than most of the people she's worked with have been in the Security Force. She knows the rules and she knows them well; although the country has changed, people haven't. Before her time in the intelligence services she worked, rather oddly, as a mechanic, which laid the groundwork for the mechanical knowledge she now uses for her cybernetics work.

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Biography
Caitlyn's early life was not an easy one. Born in the slums of the East Coast Sprawl, a megacity that stretched from New York to Washington DC, she grew up in a smoggy rat maze of poverty and crime. Her father worked as a car mechanic, although in the slums he was often more of a car scrapper, whilst her mother made money through odd jobs- maid work here, food delivery there, and even a few times unsteady office work in call centres or as a secretary. When she was a child, Caitlyn often suffered from severe asthma attacks thanks to the air pollution, and with parents too poor to be able to afford inhalers and medicine she would have to suffer through these, sipping in air and desperately trying not to succumb to panic.

The family's poor fortunes took an unexpected change however when her father's vocation adjusted slightly. Rather than breaking down parts, he was approached by one of the sprawl's many gangs who thought his skills could be useful to them; chop shopping and frankenstining damaged cars together. Although not the most ethical way of making money it certainly managed to pay the bills, and when Caitlyn was old enough, put some spending money in her pockets too. When she was seventeen however, things changed, two well-dressed gentlemen approaching her and informing her that they knew of her father's secrets, and unless she became an informant they'd come down on her father like a sledgehammer.

Reluctantly, she was inducted into the FBI as little more than a humble snitch. Terrified that her secret would be discovered or that she'd fail and her father would be imprisoned, she walked a thin line with surprising grace, until, two years later, the operation came to an end and she was offered a choice- enter witness protection, or become an FBI enforcer. Tired of being powerless, she chose the second option, 'imprisoned' as part of the sting's ending and being taken to a Bureau training facility where she learnt the rules of this new world.

As an active agent, Caitlyn was on the frontlines of raids across the sprawl, and the threats to her life were numerous. Eventually, one caught up to her. A breach gone wrong resulted in both of her legs being blown off, the tatters of her thighs so bad that they had to be amputated in order to allow for her implants to be put in. Whilst she recovered, she took the time to apply her previous mechanical knowledge to this new part of her biology, studying for a degree in Cybernetic Engineering at FBI educational institutions. Returning to active duty and undercover work would see Caitlyn turning to alcohol as a way of self-medicating the numerous psychological problems she had picked up thanks to her work. After one undercover operation went bad and her cover was blown, she returned to the agency's fold with a new individual- another criminal-turned agent who she would fall into a relationship with.

Slowly climbing through the ranks (and seeing her boyfriend dispatched to a decades long undercover operation) she would emerge at age 35 significantly changed woman. Proper therapy and medication had seen her leave behind alcohol to deal with her problems, and she had gone from a field agent into a departmental director, responsible for the administrative overview of cybernetic crime units across the sprawl. Here she remained for six years, until in 2030 she was recommended to be sent abroad to Japan, where the NSF had been offered a small number of veteran agents. Although having technically received a fairly major demotion her pay hasn't seen an equivalent cut, leaving her in an odd position of frustrated at the xenophobic NSF structure whilst also content that her skills are still being used.

Affiliations
Most of Caitlyn's old friends have been left behind in America, and her mother and father have been dead for more than twenty years.

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Relationships [Optional]
This is how they view other characters throughout the story. This could be updated as major changes in their connections and view of one another is expanded upon. Most changes can be listed from experiences out of combat, but some can occur from within their combat positioning out in the field. This can cover rivals, those they hate, romantic interests, friends, or simply acquaintances and work-colleagues if you want.

Character Theme [Optional]

NEOTOKYO - Shadow Conflict [Open!]

Senior Agent Caitlyn Ellesworth

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5'11, pale skin, a single grim grey eye and a tight bun of bright blue hair. Walking into Caitlyn's office puts you face to face with a woman in her fourties who has absolutely no time for any shit you might be thinking about putting on her. Both of Caityln's lower legs have been replaced by custom made bionics and her well-toned form is marked with scars of previous fights, scores of shrapnel, slashes and shots indelibly marked into her skin.

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Name
Caitlyn Ellesworth. 'Miss. C' to underlings not on missions, 'Puma' when on missions. Calling her 'Cougar' is a fantastic way to earn her ire. Friends get to call her Cat.

Nationality
American (Nationality.) White American/Slavic (Ethnically.)

Age
42.

Sexuality
Pan.

Birth
East Coast Sprawl, USA, 15th July 1989.

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Appearance
As previously mentioned, Caitlyn stands at around 5 foot 11 inches (180cm) making her slightly above average in her home of America and quite obviously above average admist her shorter Japanese colleagues. Her hair has been consistently dyed a deep blue since her early 20s, to the point where few remember her original hair colour is a light brown.

When on duty, Caitlyn wears a well-tailored black suit and a blue tie that matches her hair, the only sign of her doorkicking days the fact that she wears a set of military boots, the leather polished until it's so shiny you can see your reflection in it. Off-duty, she defaults to a set of semi-formal black jeans and simple long-and-short sleeved t-shirts depending on the weather, often defaulting to a jacket unless it's particularly warm. Usually however, her clothing covers up the most distinctive part of her- the fact that both of her legs have been replaced by cybernetic enhancements. Something of a cyberware purist, Caitlyn's legs are a distinctive shiny chrome, partially a design choice, and partially an intelligent ruse, because Caitlyn has another set of cybernetics far fewer peoople are aware of- her eyes.

Both of her eyes have been replaced by a complicated series of prosthetics, and over one she dons a strapless black eyepatch, made from an electroreceptive surface that has the property of allowing her cybernetic eye to see through it without any loss of visibility. Her remaning eye is almost entirely indistinguishable from a regular biological one, which is, of course, exactly what she wants.

Height
5'11/180cm

Personality
Once, Caitlyn was quite the party girl. Or so her old colleagues say. Now she hasn't touched a bottle in more than a decade, anything that goes into her lungs that isn't air is vapourised and she seems to relish clocking in far more than clocking out. Fiercly intelligent when it comes to cybernetic systems, Caitlyn holds a PHD in Cybernetic Engineering, earned over more than thirteen years of work, most of which was on her own body parts. Having overcome limb loss, addiction and the death of more colleagues than she'd care to admit, she's often seen as icy and frigid, but the truth is she's simply much more careful about who she allows herself attachment to. What good is it becoming acquainted with a brand new agent when they could be lying on a cold slab in two weeks time?

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Role
Squad Operational Manager. Caitlyn's days as a direct field worker have mostly come to an end (although she's still a surprisngly mean shot with quick enough reactions to take on a man half her age and come out on top,) but she's not lost more than two decades of combat experience, and is happy to pass it on to those below her. Sitting in her office, looking through camera feeds or controlling arieal recon units, more than one assault team member owes their life to Caitlyn foiling an ambush.

Equipment
Weaponry & Armour

• H&K SOCOM 24: A modernised variant of the SOCOM 23, the 24 is a semi-automatic large-frame pistol firing 14 .45 super rounds before needing a reload. A holdover from her FBI days, hers is quite clearly the USSOCOM variant, sporting a laser aiming module, surpressor and a red-dot sight. It's extremley rare that Caitlyn is ever seen without this gun strapped to her.
• H&K SFP9-M: Despite being made in Germany, the gun has been standard issue in the Japanese army for 11 years. 20 9x19mm shots, held inside her intergrated leg holster. This is Caitlyn's 'backup' or 'holdout' weapon.
• Dynatech Industries Hand Taser: A normal-looking pair of black driving gloves with a series of metal contact points located in the knuckles. When clenched into a fist, the glove is turned on, causing the contact points to crackle with 50,000 volts. Each glove can carry two charges before needing a recharge, the process of which takes three hours per glove charged. The weight of the electronics also makes for a reasonable knuckleduster in a pinch.
• Lightweight Ballistic Vest: A simple, relatively thin and unnoticable kevlar vest most easily compared to a waistcoat rather than actual combat-ready armour. Although poor against knives and unlikely to stop heavier bullets from penetrating through, shotguns and lighter calibres will be halted, albeit with a tremendous amount of pain and blunt force imparted on Caitlyn in the process.

Augments

• Custom-Made Cybernetic Leg Replacements. Caitlyn's thesis. Her pride and joys. Shockingly chrome, silk to the touch and tougher than titanium, her legs are built to last and can dish out no small amount of pain themselves. Resistant to fire, heat, cold, acid, bases, EMPs, piercing and slashing damage, blunt and concussive impacts and probably would be radiation-resistant if not for how redundant that would be. They also feature numerous concealed compartments, including a holster in the right calf, a small bug-out kit in her right thigh and a storage compartment in her left thigh. Finally, they have a set of pneumatic jacks capable of unleashing a devastaing amount of pressure to anything underneath them, easily capable of destroying conventional car engine blocks at a cost to the long-term structural integrity of her legs, her spine and any shoes she might be wearing.
• Custom-Made Cybernetic Eye Replacements. Although not lavished over like Caitlyn's legs, her eyes have a few tricks to them as well. With the ability to switch into low-light and heat-sensitive vision modes, a 'dazzle guard' feature that automatically blacks out her vision to protect it from sudden bursts of light and will slowly adjust to brighter lights, a 30x zoom and a covert recording feature originally designed for undercover work, they're not to be underestimated.
• Heart Monitor. Independent of her heart's functioning is this monitor. The usage of it should be obvious.
• Artificial Hormone Regulator. An extraordinarily common implant, this allows Caitlyn to adjust the hormone balance in her body. Normally used in order to increase adrenaline before a fight, but has other usages too.
• High-Density Bone Lattice: By 'weaving' together muscle and bone, both body parts benefit. Caitlyn's muscles are tougher, more tear-resistant and tire slower, whilst her bones are far less likely to break under most circumstances.

Previous Careers
Caitlyn worked with the USA's FBI for longer than most of the people she's worked with have been in the Security Force. She knows the rules and she knows them well; although the country has changed, people haven't. Before her time in the intelligence services she worked, rather oddly, as a mechanic, which laid the groundwork for the mechanical knowledge she now uses for her cybernetics work.

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Biography
Caitlyn's early life was not an easy one. Born in the slums of the East Coast Sprawl, a megacity that stretched from New York to Washington DC, she grew up in a smoggy rat maze of poverty and crime. Her father worked as a car mechanic, although in the slums he was often more of a car scrapper, whilst her mother made money through odd jobs- maidwork here, food delivery there, and even a few times unsteady office work in call centres or as a secretary. When she was a child, Caitlyn often suffered from severe asthma attacks thanks to the air pollution, and with parents too poor to be able to afford inhalers and medicine she would have to suffer through these, sipping in air and desperately trying not to succumb to panic.

The family's poor fortunes took an unexpected change however when her father's vocation adjusted slightly. Rather than breaking down parts, he was approached by one of the sprawl's many gangs who thought his skills could be useful to them; chop shopping and frankenstining damaged cars together. Although not the most ethical way of making money it certainly managed to pay the bills, and when Caitlyn was old enough, put some spending money in her pockets too. When she was seventeen however, things changed, two well-dressed gentlemen approaching her and informing her that they knew of her father's secrets, and unless she became an informant they'd come down on her father like a sledgehammer.

Reluctantly, she was inducted into the FBI as little more than a humble snitch. Terrified that her secret would be discovered or that she'd fail and her father would be imprisoned, she walked a thin line with surprising grace, until, two years later, the operation came to an end and she was offered a choice- enter witness protection, or become an FBI enforcer. Tired of being powerless, she chose the second option, 'imprisoned' as part of the sting's ending and being taken to a Bureau training facility where she learnt the rules of this new world.

As an active agent, Caitlyn was on the frontlines of raids across the sprawl, and the threats to her life were numerous. Eventually, one caught up to her. A breach gone wrong resulted in both of her legs being blown off, the tatters of her thighs so bad that they had to be amputated in order to allow for her implants to be put in. Whilst she recovered she took the time to apply her previous mechanical knowledge to this new part of her biology, studying for a degree in Cybernetic Engineering at FBI educational instutitions. Returning to active duty and undercover work would see Caitlyn turning to alcohol as a way of self-medicating the numerous psychological problems she had picked up thanks to her work. After one undercover operation went bad and her cover was blown, she returned to the agency's fold with a new individual- another criminal-turned agent who she would fall into a relationship with.

Slowly climbing through the ranks (and seeing her boyfriend dispatched to a decades long undercover operation) she would emerge at age 35 significantly changed woman. Proper therapy and medication had seen her leave behind alcohol to deal with her problems, and she had gone from a field agent into a departmental director, responsible for the administrative overview of cybernetic crime units across the sprawl. Here she remained for six years, until in 2030 she was reccomended to be sent abroad to Japan, where the NSF had been offered a small number of veteran agents. Although having technically received a fairly major demotion her pay hasn't seen an equivalent cut, leaving her in an odd position of frustrated at the xenophobic NSF structure whilst also content that her skills are still being used.

Affiliations
Most of Caitlyn's old friends have been left behind in America, and her mother and father have been dead for more than twenty years.

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Relationships [Optional]
This is how they view other characters throughout the story. This could be updated as major changes in their connections and view of one another is expanded upon. Most changes can be listed from experiences out of combat, but some can occur from within their combat positioning out in the field. This can cover rivals, those they hate, romantic interests, friends, or simply acquaintances and work-colleagues if you want.

Character Theme [Optional]

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate

Siobhan considered herself to be a fairly placid person. Well, beyond the fact she carried a switchknife and had had multiple causes to use it. She didn't relish violence, she didn't find fighting to be enjoyable, she'd much rather have just made a nice clean handoff here without any troubles than had to search through abandoned buildings with dead bodies lying in the gritty Australian sand. But, there were some things that could do more than just annoy her. Some things that could set her blood boiling, and what Abigail had just said was one of them. Gritting her teeth, she let the girl leave the shed, breathing in, breathing out.

How dare. How fucking dare this little redneck viper who had never left her tiny little hick community use that word in reference to her. Walking out of the shed, her hands shaking with rage, she placed her cigarette to her lips and breathed in shakily, watching as Billy set about pulling the plastic from the ungrateful little bitch's skin and tossing it down into the dirt. She waited until the worst of the wound had been patched, and then slowly walked up to the girl, making sure she was out of sight until her hand came down on Abigail's shoulder.

"A chonách san ort." She said, gesturing towards her hand, before stooping down into a squat so that she was seeing eye-to-eye with Abigail. "You don't have to like me. I know I don't like you very much right now. But if you ever." She paused, holding a finger up so that it was barely an inch away from Abigail's face. "EVER." She barked. "Call me that again, or so much as think about bringing up my race, by God I will beat you so badly that you won't be going on a mission for a month. Don't think I won't do it because you're little. Racists never cared that the people they spat on were little. The only reason I haven't smacked seven bells out of you right now is because you've already done a great job of hurting yourself right now." She stood up slowly, spat into the ground next to her, and was about to turn away, but remembered something. "And you're wrong. I'm not Roma, and they're a lot more well behaved than you regardless."

Hmm. Perhaps this called for a little bit of theatrics. The door to the house wasn't so far away from her; thirty metres at most. A whiff of blue in the air and she had transported herself between the two points in less time than it took someone to blink, her heart immediately picking up its pace as she entered the shade of the building. She turned, gave a pointed look at Abigail, and then entered the building, taking deep breaths both to calm herself and to ease out the stress the magic put on her body. Opening the door she was hit immediately by the copper tang of blood, dropping and stomping out the cigarette in one smooth motion as she made towards the source of the scent.

Two women, one man, and enough blood to soak her trousers and have room left over to get her shoes bloody as well. Usually, Siobhan Caamaescro was not one to get herself involved in medical emergencies, because those meant attention, and attention was the last thing she wanted, but this was different. Hurrying over, she stood over the trio and looked down worriedly. "Is there anything I can do?"

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