Lucky

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Hi! Expressing my interest and will work on a character sheet soon! Starstruck Odyssey was one of my favorite live-play campaigns and had since inspired me to join in on the whole sci-fi delinquency. Also a moderate fan of Star Wars/GotG/ME.

I looked over the others submitted only very briefly to get a feel of (hopefully) not duplicating someone's ideas.

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

Time: (?), 0832
Location: (?), August Body Shop
Interactions: Schyler, Paige, Noel
Mentions: N/A
Equipment: Office Casual

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Cold.

The first time Bailey slipped on nitrile gloves professionally. Cooler than room temp when she first put them on, focusing intently on every small detail from the instructor. Her palms were not sweaty at first, but the gloves stuck to her skin instantly. Lead Domestic Emergency Medical Technician Lincoln gave step-by-step instructions as if none of the recruits had ever observed first aid being applied or at least watched a virtudoc. Plasma suture kit, biogel hemostatic agents, tactical trauma surgical kits. The items splayed out in organized manner on the table before her. The augmented reality lens made it seem as though she were a lone student with her mentor, interfacing directly with a singular neural link. True reality, she stood as one of two dozen aspiring field medics in a half-empty room, LDEMT Lincoln nowhere to be seen without the lens.

Hope, inspiration, passion. Distant memories of pleasing her demanding parents while also serving her country and saving lives. The virtual instructor takes a trained hold on the trauma kit before him, inviting holographic bodies of nondescript virtue. That was the first lie. No movement, silence in a sterile environment, no realization of impending death in the victim's patient's expression. With prompting, Bailey took her first step toward mending the physical damage of the hardlight body. The façade of operating on digital lives lasted only a week before dolls made their way to the tables, no AR to suppress the formaldehyde. Paid volunteers who will receive cold hard credits for their bodies to be fixed of their government-inflicted contract injuries.

Cold!

One year of intense emergency medical response training by the AutoAmerican Army. Three years of field service, applying her learning and resources and experience and energy into keeping semi-robotic comrades alive enough to lob their weak flesh and gray matter back into the fray. Many that return look to be less of themselves, magnified by her augmentations as they are less human when they rejoin the fight than they left the last. Decimated muscles are completely replaced by actuators, cables hook up to their hearts, carbon fiber 3d models patch the splintered skulls. Recycling losses.

"I've been saying cold, dammit!"

Schyler's exclamation and jerking of her head to the side forced Bailey's hand tool out of her mouth. Bullet-riddled soldier bodies in various states of agony and incapacitation were replaced by the quiet din of the August Body Shop. CR-Pop group Xióngmāo Medved played from a neon pink retro-styled radio, its volume lowered with the intensity of Bailey's tool lessening.

"C'mon, you're about to freeze my throat. You tryna put me out of a job?" A woman, slightly younger than Bailey, laid upon the augmentation table before Bailey. A doll that's known the doc for years, relying on low prices and discretion since their first meeting. Bright blue eyes scan the operator, an expression of concern with no minor part of annoyance.

"I wasn't kidding when I said it will get really cold," she answers apathetically. "Unlike most implants, you need cryo injections to keep from overheating and melting your esophagus from the inside-out. Didn't you read your Songbird Maintenance notes?" Bailey leaned away in her backless stool, observing her patient-client. A neutral expression to some, resting bitch face to others, keeping a deceptively keen eye for side-effects. Bio-metrics scrolled through her vision, connected to the bio-monitor within Schyler.

"Yeah, well, is there any way to make it not hurt as much?"

"Besides making it... not cold? No." One end of Bailey's lips curled into a sadistic smile, squeezing the trigger of her tool a few times to blast cryo particles into the air.

"Fine, then let's get it over with. Still don't understand why you don't let me go under for these check-ups." The girl lied back onto the reclined seat, fidgeting slightly to get as comfortable as she can on the plastifoam seat. She opened her mouth wide expectantly, squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation.

The cryo-injector buzzed, and spinning like clockwork, folded into the length of her forearm. "Actually, we're all done. You made it through the worst and last bit. Grats." The augmentationist kicked the floor, sending herself and the stool flying across the small office to her desk, a practiced effort as her jack disconnected from the augmenting booth and whipped irresponsibly into her wrist. Before Schyler could say another word, Bailey looked over her shoulder to the patient-client.

"And yes, same as usual. I look forward to your payments every Thursday." Turning her attention to the PC on her desk, she immediately tuned into its files and messages. "Paige will see you out.

With the mention of her name, a young girl of similar features to Bailey appeared in the pneumatic doorway. "Come with me, please! How was your visit?" "Yeah, yeah..." The two of them exited the office, leaving Bailey alone briefly. And brief it was. As soon as the android form left the area, a holographic version of Paige appeared behind the augmentationist, attempting to look over her shoulder.

"She's really nice! You've known each other for a long time, do you think--" The child-like cybercom looked excitedly at Bailey, barely paying heed to the work or messages onscreen.

"No, Paige. As a professional and personal moral, I don't date patient-clients." Bailey eyed the girl, barely adjusting her orientation to show how serious she was about not entertaining such thoughts. With a light sigh, Paige pixelized and Bailey was alone again. As alone as one can be with an omnipresent virtual companion. Reaching to the screen, the doc swiped and tapped away until a courtesy reminder from Alexa chimed in for the charity luncheon. Surplus don't hold luncheons. Augmentationists like Bailey were expected to accept the invitation, if not out of self-interest. Reputation and networking is built at events like that, and Bailey would be remiss to decline.

In a few hours, huh? Gotta make sure to wear something appropriate. She looked down at her attire. Spatters of blood and oil mixed in her surgical apron. The hiss of her office doors opening caused her to turn around in her stool, concurrently hearing Paige's voice in her head. "Noel here to see you. Their regular appointment." As per her personality programming, a girlish giggle was overheard with the words and Bailey gives her best retail smile to the regular.

"Mornin', Noel. How you feeling today?"

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

@False Prophet discord.gg/gXQuXGvR Oop!

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

@False Prophet There is a Discord link in Mole's second post. You can get faster replies from the whole group there.

Sk8te

Time to officially announce my resignation. Good luck to everyone that pursues various paths!

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

B A I L E Y "A U G U S T" H A W K I N S

August

Bailey Hawkins, 29
_{H E I G H T / W E I G H T :5'10" / 150lbs
S T A T U S : Surplus
E M P L O Y M E N T : Former: CritiCare RaRe Team -- Current: Augmentationist
F L A W : Intolerance. "You will find more relief praying to your corporate gods than you will begging at my feet as I've seen the results of ignorance, hate, and self-destruction. No longer will I aid those who will not help themselves."
F L A W : Dehumanized. "More machine than human. My blood runs through cables, my thoughts processed through an artificial computer. What is there left of me, truly?"
F L A W : Hedonistic. "Do not deprive me of the pleasures of the world. I've earned my stay."
V I R T U E : Assertive. "I don't believe anyone knows what's best for themselves these days. I will make them listen to me, at least they may not flatline as long as I'm involved."
V I R T U E : Focused. "I pledged to my practice with a righteous objective in mind, and nothing will sway me. Not even the ghosts of my past."}

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

---

Bailey's first impressions leave a lot to be desired, whether you meet her on the augmentation table or in The White Rabbit. Lacking in bedside manners and patience, Bailey often considers herself a straight-shooter and despises small talk or insignificant consolations. Have your credits ready to zip, for every dealing with her is a transaction. If one cannot offer her money, then they should prepare to compensate her personally.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

---

Augmentations:

A. CritiCare RaRe Forearm Implant V12.4.5. Forearm implant (in Bailey's case, right) installed onto every Assistant and Lead EMT Rapid Response Team Member. Deceptively bulky, the built-in toolset gives the user unparalleled stability and precision for even the most chaotic environments. The software is not meant to be modified in any way, though many users that retire from CritiCare RaRe tend to improve upon its limitations via NetRunners or trustworthy engineers. Includes Universal Jack to receive instant monitoring of target's vitals. "Ready. Steady. Incise!"

Implant A

B. CHAMP Ind. Endoskeleton. Standard-issue skeleton transplant for every serviceman signed up into the AutoAmerican Army. While organic bodies have dramatically been reduced to stage war, there are still objectives that could use the finesse of a human touch. Investments into soldiers mean increasing their chances of survival. Thanks to the carbon fiber composition of the skeleton, their lives have never been more secure! "We put the Arm in Army. Along with every other limb!"

Implant B

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/gJzXJm

C. Microzon Cyberdeck. A commercial-grade Cyberdeck implant, allowing the user to take part in all of life's virtual amenities. Processes algorithms and applications to a great degree beyond human capability. Comms, transactions, and Net surfing are all quite literally before her very eyes. Also equipped to handle report uploads and downloads, such as real-time surgery exams and patient consultation. "We don't even need a slogan. You need this!"

Implant C

D. CritiCare Ocular Implants V2. Both eyes have been replaced with state-of-the-art (for 2043) vision enchancements, such as 2x zoom, medical package software, and complete cyberdeck interactivity. "Spots mistakes before you even make them, making 20/20 hindsight a thing of the past."

Implant D

E. CHAMP Ind. SubDermal Armor. Even if caught unawares, the user will be able to deflect light debris and non-ballistic damage. Slightly improves the weight behind her punches, should she decide to throw hands. "What do we say to shrapnel getting under your skin? Not today."

F. CritiCare Bio-Monitor, Regulator, and Auto-Injector. An implant for all circulatory and nervous systems monitoring and regulation. Gives the user real-time feedback for stability, emergency vitals, and chemical imbalances. When high levels of Norepinephrine are detected, Serotonin is injected automatically to calm her nerves. Abuse of the injector has been detected, yet neglected for updates or repairs. "A patient walked up to me the other day saying, "I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam! I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam!" I said, "Calm down man, you're too tense!""

Bio-Monitor

Armor:

CritiCare RaRe EMT Field Armor. An outdated suit of armor that is more than capable of shrugging off handgun rounds, courtesy of CritiCare. Meant to give full mobility as well as protection in the event of firefights, allowing the wearer to finesse even field surgery without complication. Comes equipped with all the necessary supplies to get the job done, regularly stocked and accounted for by yours truly.

CritiCare Armor

Weapons:

2L-LYA. Widely known as Amnesia, this sidearm is a product of CHAMP Ind., a standard service weapon handed out to CritiCare EMTs in case of personal protection. Doesn't pack too much punch, but is reliable and easy to maintain.

Sidearm

S K I L L S

---

Medicine. Ranging from basic first aid application to literal brain surgery, Bailey is used to working under every type of pressure imaginable while patching up Netters and Surplus alike (though usually the former). While in chaotic environments, can only apply work through supplies on hand and requires her workshop to conduct anything more serious. Complicated work also requires time and resources, assuming her augmentations are still in commission.

Combat. Trained by the Army, she is able to maintain and handle most standard firearms. Due to her work as a medic, however, she has never fired a bullet outside of a range and morally opposes their use. Thankfully, self-defense is something she takes very seriously.

Business. While technically a professional, due to opening and running her own clinic, her experience and knowledge goes as far as her own front doors to keep the place open. Credits are steady enough, though impressive maneuvers still elude her.

Survival. Seattle is no easy place to live in, no matter your rank in the world. Bailey may live modestly thanks to her career, she also knows how to keep herself and others sewn up and shut up to see tomorrow (and not just literal stitches).

Research. Ever-learning when it comes to scientific breakthroughs in the medical community, Bailey knows how to find the right stuff and keep its knowledge secure in her brain. She had only ever cared to learn about logical, applicable things, though it seems her future is filled with uncertainties and superstitions.

R E L A T I O N S

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Family

Mother. Jasmine Hawkins, 54. Security Systems Analyst for a lesser corporation known as Homeland Tech. Married her partner, April, when she was 23 and was the one that carried and birthed Bailey two years later.

Mother. April Hawkins, 55. Assistant Manager for Homeland Tech, Garfield branch. Married her partner, Jasmine, when she was 24 and through labwork donated part of her DNA to create Bailey.

Uncle. Dominic, 51. Bastard. Pedophile. Adulterer. Sociopath. Pin Technician of the Loose Pins. Known regular at the Axion Droid Shop.

Friends

JV. A fool who wastes himself in chemical cocktails and lead-slinging fights. Nonetheless, he has been making baby steps to improve mentally and that's good enough for Bailey. Plus, he's a regular and his credits are good.

Robin. A Netter, one of the only decent ones Bailey has ever met. Stops by her shop to get small work done from time to time, but she has a suspicion they just come in to see her.

Noel. Companion from her childhood that has followed her through the AutoAmerican Army and CritiCare RaRe Team. A real piece of PTSD work, but a ride-or-die; similar to Bailey. Might be why people think they must be related.

Acquaintances

Cheese Man. A wonder in peddling Soy dairy products, this young man makes her August Body Shop a regular stop, taking advantage of her love for cheese. She never learned his real name, and he never seems to care that she calls him Cheese Man.

Coriander. A DigiStreamer. That line of work is beyond Bailey, but apparently she makes good money just by looking pretty and chatting up real people in real time from the safety of her home. Not as much money as a Doll, but good money. They only know each other because Bailey saved her after a SWAT call went worst-case.

Baxter. A rodent in human form, if Bailey has ever seen one. Sniveling, snarky, suspicious. He has managed to bring in wiped implants, impossible to track, for her to install on various members from whatever group he's from. If the credits weren't too good to pass up, she would have booted him a long time ago.

H I S T O R Y

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Born in 2021, Bailey was raised with high expectations. Her parents were low on the corporate ladder, but should their daughter have the right education and determination, she could elevate them from the lowly Surplus status and straight into Netter levels. Bailey's time in school proved fruitful, showing a mind for medicine. Upon reaching her last year of high school, she was involved in an accident that left her hospitalized for five months. Falling behind on her work in record time, she barely scraped by into graduation.

Having failed to achieve higher education, her parents prompted a risky venture: gain a specialized skillset and secure a future through the AutoAmerican Army. With reluctance, Bailey signed up and was admitted to be a Field Medic. One year of Emergency Medical Technician training, she was found fit for service and underwent an extremely invasive endoskeleton transplantation surgery. Even after the standard procedure of chemically memory wiping the specific event, her nights are often night terror-inducing. Events in the field to help augmented soldiers only solidified her newfound trauma: dehumanization exists, and she is only a statistical victim.

After four years of service, she formally left the Army and returned to Seattle with new, dulled eyes. Victims of violence were ever-present, and medical assistance is one of the only true job securities. With this in mind, Bailey quickly joined CritiCare and put her abilities and implants to use. If she could help people from perishing in the gutters, then perhaps she could regain a semblance of humanity. If only it didn't shed an even greater shadow on her perception of humanity. Six years of CritiCare Rapid Response led to resignation and fatigue.

With the help of her mothers, Bailey opened up a new clinic on Lakeside called August Body Shop. In the last year, she has built more new relationships than she ever had previously. People may need the occasional emergency procedure, but most come in for augmentation implants, adjustments, or even tattoos (of which Bailey now has some experience, but does not tout herself or her shop as the place to go). Occasionally the sight of carbon fiber or titanium alloy skeletons draw out her PTSD, but thanks to her Bio-Monitor she could quickly get a handle on herself again.

Her favored places include The White Rabbit, The Black Hole, and her shop. She may not be a fan of certain clubs or strip joints, but she had no problem bringing home an input for a night. In fact, she claimed to bring a new person home every night for a month once, not too long ago.

C Y B E R C O M

---

Paige. A young Cybercom, per Bailey's request. Has the appearance of a twelve-year old, and is often mistaken to be Bailey's daughter. Those who found out it is a Cybercom don't know the reasoning behind this choice; some suspect that it's a sexual relationship behind closed doors, while others believe Bailey always wanted a little sister to protect and look after. Whatever the reason, everyone agrees that it may single-handedly be why Bailey has yet to snap.

Alluding to the wonder and innocence of a young human, Paige willingly asks basic questions about her environment and growth, though also does her best to not get into any trouble and cause unnecessary stress. It seems as though she acts as a buffer for Bailey's worse evenings, closing the shop early without being asked and preparing dinner and bedtime rituals for the two of them. Paige shows an intimate understanding of Bailey's background, likely through long-term discussions on top of any reports or news that could involve Bailey.

Paige

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

B A I L E Y "A U G U S T" H A W K I N S

August

Bailey Hawkins, 29
_{H E I G H T / W E I G H T :5'10" / 150lbs
S T A T U S : Surplus
E M P L O Y M E N T : Former: CritiCare RaRe Team -- Current: Augmentationist
F L A W : Intolerance. "You will find more relief praying to your corporate gods than you will begging at my feet as I've seen the results of ignorance, hate, and self-destruction. No longer will I aid those who will not help themselves."
F L A W : Dehumanized. "More machine than human. My blood runs through cables, my thoughts processed through an artificial computer. What is there left of me, truly?"
F L A W : Hedonistic. "Do not deprive me of the pleasures of the world. I've earned my stay."
V I R T U E : Assertive. "I don't believe anyone knows what's best for themselves these days. I will make them listen to me, at least they may not flatline as long as I'm involved."
V I R T U E : Focused. "I pledged to my practice with a righteous objective in mind, and nothing will sway me. Not even the ghosts of my past."}

---

P E R S O N A L I T Y

---

Bailey's first impressions leave a lot to be desired, whether you meet her on the augmentation table or in The White Rabbit. Lacking in bedside manners and patience, Bailey often considers herself a straight-shooter and despises small talk or insignificant consolations. Have your credits ready to zip, for every dealing with her is a transaction. If one cannot offer her money, then they should prepare to compensate her personally.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

---

Augmentations:

A. CritiCare RaRe Forearm Implant V12.4.5. Forearm implant (in Bailey's case, right) installed onto every Assistant and Lead EMT Rapid Response Team Member. Deceptively bulky, the built-in toolset gives the user unparalleled stability and precision for even the most chaotic environments. The software is not meant to be modified in any way, though many users that retire from CritiCare RaRe tend to improve upon its limitations via NetRunners or trustworthy engineers. Includes Universal Jack to receive instant monitoring of target's vitals. "Ready. Steady. Incise!"

Implant A

B. CHAMP Ind. Endoskeleton. Standard-issue skeleton transplant for every serviceman signed up into the AutoAmerican Army. While organic bodies have dramatically been reduced to stage war, there are still objectives that could use the finesse of a human touch. Investments into soldiers mean increasing their chances of survival. Thanks to the carbon fiber composition of the skeleton, their lives have never been more secure! "We put the Arm in Army. Along with every other limb!"

Implant B

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/gJzXJm

C. Microzon Cyberdeck. A commercial-grade Cyberdeck implant, allowing the user to take part in all of life's virtual amenities. Processes algorithms and applications to a great degree beyond human capability. Comms, transactions, and Net surfing are all quite literally before her very eyes. Also equipped to handle report uploads and downloads, such as real-time surgery exams and patient consultation. "We don't even need a slogan. You need this!"

Implant C

D. CritiCare Ocular Implants V2. Both eyes have been replaced with state-of-the-art (for 2043) vision enchancements, such as 2x zoom, medical package software, and complete cyberdeck interactivity. "Spots mistakes before you even make them, making 20/20 hindsight a thing of the past."

Implant D

E. CHAMP Ind. SubDermal Armor. Even if caught unawares, the user will be able to deflect light debris and non-ballistic damage. Slightly improves the weight behind her punches, should she decide to throw hands. "What do we say to shrapnel getting under your skin? Not today."

F. CritiCare Bio-Monitor, Regulator, and Auto-Injector. An implant for all circulatory and nervous systems monitoring and regulation. Gives the user real-time feedback for stability, emergency vitals, and chemical imbalances. When high levels of Norepinephrine are detected, Serotonin is injected automatically to calm her nerves. Abuse of the injector has been detected, yet neglected for updates or repairs. "A patient walked up to me the other day saying, "I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam! I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam!" I said, "Calm down man, you're too tense!""

Bio-Monitor

Armor:

CritiCare RaRe EMT Field Armor. An outdated suit of armor that is more than capable of shrugging off handgun rounds, courtesy of CritiCare. Meant to give full mobility as well as protection in the event of firefights, allowing the wearer to finesse even field surgery without complication. Comes equipped with all the necessary supplies to get the job done, regularly stocked and accounted for by yours truly.

CritiCare Armor

Weapons:

2L-LYA. Widely known as Amnesia, this sidearm is a product of CHAMP Ind., a standard service weapon handed out to CritiCare EMTs in case of personal protection. Doesn't pack too much punch, but is reliable and easy to maintain.

Sidearm

S K I L L S

---

Medicine. Ranging from basic first aid application to literal brain surgery, Bailey is used to working under every type of pressure imaginable while patching up Netters and Surplus alike (though usually the former). While in chaotic environments, can only apply work through supplies on hand and requires her workshop to conduct anything more serious. Complicated work also requires time and resources, assuming her augmentations are still in commission.

Combat. Trained by the Army, she is able to maintain and handle most standard firearms. Due to her work as a medic, however, she has never fired a bullet outside of a range and morally opposes their use. Thankfully, self-defense is something she takes very seriously.

Business. While technically a professional, due to opening and running her own clinic, her experience and knowledge goes as far as her own front doors to keep the place open. Credits are steady enough, though impressive maneuvers still elude her.

Survival. Seattle is no easy place to live in, no matter your rank in the world. Bailey may live modestly thanks to her career, she also knows how to keep herself and others sewn up and shut up to see tomorrow (and not just literal stitches).

Research. Ever-learning when it comes to scientific breakthroughs in the medical community, Bailey knows how to find the right stuff and keep its knowledge secure in her brain. She had only ever cared to learn about logical, applicable things, though it seems her future is filled with uncertainties and superstitions.

R E L A T I O N S

---

Family

Mother. Jasmine Hawkins, 54. Security Systems Analyst for a lesser corporation known as Homeland Tech. Married her partner, April, when she was 23 and was the one that carried and birthed Bailey two years later.

Mother. April Hawkins, 55. Assistant Manager for Homeland Tech, Garfield branch. Married her partner, Jasmine, when she was 24 and through labwork donated part of her DNA to create Bailey.

Uncle. Dominic, 51. Bastard. Pedophile. Adulterer. Sociopath. Pin Technician of the Loose Pins. Known regular at the Axion Droid Shop.

Friends

JV. A fool who wastes himself in chemical cocktails and lead-slinging fights. Nonetheless, he has been making baby steps to improve mentally and that's good enough for Bailey. Plus, he's a regular and his credits are good.

Robin. A Netter, one of the only decent ones Bailey has ever met. Stops by her shop to get small work done from time to time, but she has a suspicion they just come in to see her.

Noel. Companion from her childhood that has followed her through the AutoAmerican Army and CritiCare RaRe Team. A real piece of PTSD work, but a ride-or-die; similar to Bailey. Might be why people think they must related.

Acquaintances

Cheese Man. A wonder in peddling Soy dairy products, this young man makes her August Body Shop a regular stop, taking advantage of her love for cheese. She never learned his real name, and he never seems to care that she calls him Cheese Man.

Coriander. A DigiStreamer. That line of work is beyond Bailey, but apparently she makes good money just by looking pretty and chatting up real people in real time from the safety of her home. Not as much money as a Doll, but good money. They only know each other because Bailey saved her after a SWAT call went worst-case.

Baxter. A rodent in human form, if Bailey has ever seen one. Sniveling, snarky, suspicious. He has managed to bring in wiped implants, impossible to track, for her to install on various members from whatever group he's from. If the credits weren't too good to pass up, she would have booted him a long time ago.

H I S T O R Y

---

Born in 2021, Bailey was raised with high expectations. Her parents were low on the corporate ladder, but should their daughter have the right education and determination, she could elevate them from the lowly Surplus status and straight into Netter levels. Bailey's time in school proved fruitful, showing a mind for medicine. Upon reaching her last year of high school, she was involved in an accident that left her hospitalized for five months. Falling behind on her work in record time, she barely scraped by into graduation.

Having failed to achieve higher education, her parents prompted a risky venture: gain a specialized skillset and secure a future through the AutoAmerican Army. With reluctance, Bailey signed up and was admitted to be a Field Medic. One year of Emergency Medical Technician training, she was found fit for service and underwent an extremely invasive endoskeleton transplantation surgery. Even after the standard procedure of chemically memory wiping the specific event, her nights are often night terror-inducing. Events in the field to help augmented soldiers only solidified her newfound trauma: dehumanization exists, and she is only a statistical victim.

After four years of service, she formally left the Army and returned to Seattle with new, dulled eyes. Victims of violence were ever-present, and medical assistance is one of the only true job securities. With this in mind, Bailey quickly joined CritiCare and put her abilities and implants to use. If she could help people from perishing in the gutters, then perhaps she could regain a semblance of humanity. If only it didn't shed an even greater shadow on her perception of humanity. Six years of CritiCare Rapid Response led to resignation and fatigue.

With the help of her mothers, Bailey opened up a new clinic on Lakeside called August Body Shop. In the last year, she has built more new relationships than she ever had previously. People may need the occasional emergency procedure, but most come in for augmentation implants, adjustments, or even tattoos (of which Bailey now has some experience, but does not tout herself or her shop as the place to go). Occasionally the sight of carbon fiber or titanium alloy skeletons draw out her PTSD, but thanks to her Bio-Monitor she could quickly get a handle on herself again.

Her favored places include The White Rabbit, The Black Hole, and her shop. She may not be a fan of certain clubs or strip joints, but she had no problem bringing home an input for a night. In fact, she claimed to bring a new person home every night for a month once, not too long ago.

C Y B E R C O M

---

Paige. A young Cybercom, per Bailey's request. Has the appearance of a twelve-year old, and is often mistaken to be Bailey's much younger sister. Those who found out it is a Cybercom don't know the reasoning behind this choice; some suspect that it's a sexual relationship behind closed doors, while others believe Bailey always wanted a little sister to protect and look after. Whatever the reason, everyone agrees that it may single-handedly be why Bailey has yet to snap.

Alluding to the wonder and innocence of a young human, Paige willingly asks basic questions about her environment and growth, though also does her best to not get into any trouble and cause unnecessary stress. It seems as though she acts as a buffer for Bailey's worse evenings, closing the shop early without being asked and preparing dinner and bedtime rituals for the two of them. Paige shows an intimate understanding of Bailey's background, likely through long-term discussions on top of any reports or news that could involve Bailey.

Paige

Lucky's Charmers

B A I L E Y "A U G U S T" H A W K I N S

August

Bailey Hawkins, 29
_{H E I G H T / W E I G H T :5'10" / 150lbs
S T A T U S : Surplus
E M P L O Y M E N T : Former: CritiCare RaRe Team -- Current: Augmentationist
F L A W : Intolerance. "You will find more relief praying to your corporate gods than you will begging at my feet as I've seen the results of ignorance, hate, and self-destruction. No longer will I aid those who will not help themselves."
F L A W : Dehumanized. "More machine than human. My blood runs through cables, my thoughts processed through an artificial computer. What is there left of me, truly?"
F L A W : Hedonistic. "Do not deprive me of the pleasures of the world. I've earned my stay."
V I R T U E : Assertive. "I don't believe anyone knows what's best for themselves these days. I will make them listen to me, at least they may not flatline as long as I'm involved."
V I R T U E : Focused. "I pledged to my practice with a righteous objective in mind, and nothing will sway me. Not even the ghosts of my past."}

---

P E R S O N A L I T Y

---

Bailey's first impressions leave a lot to be desired, whether you meet her on the augmentation table or in The White Rabbit. Lacking in bedside manners and patience, Bailey often considers herself a straight-shooter and despises small talk or insignificant consolations. Have your credits ready to zip, for every dealing with her is a transaction. If one cannot offer her money, then they should prepare to compensate her personally.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

---

Augmentations:

A. CritiCare RaRe Forearm Implant V12.4.5. Forearm implant (in Bailey's case, right) installed onto every Assistant and Lead EMT Rapid Response Team Member. Deceptively bulky, the built-in toolset gives the user unparalleled stability and precision for even the most chaotic environments. The software is not meant to be modified in any way, though many users that retire from CritiCare RaRe tend to improve upon its limitations via NetRunners or trustworthy engineers. Includes Universal Jack to receive instant monitoring of target's vitals. "Ready. Steady. Incise!"

Implant A

B. CHAMP Ind. Endoskeleton. Standard-issue skeleton transplant for every serviceman signed up into the AutoAmerican Army. While organic bodies have dramatically been reduced to stage war, there are still objectives that could use the finesse of a human touch. Investments into soldiers mean increasing their chances of survival. Thanks to the carbon fiber composition of the skeleton, their lives have never been more secure! "We put the Arm in Army. Along with every other limb!"

Implant B

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C. Microzon Cyberdeck. A commercial-grade Cyberdeck implant, allowing the user to take part in all of life's virtual amenities. Processes algorithms and applications to a great degree beyond human capability. Comms, transactions, and Net surfing are all quite literally before her very eyes. Also equipped to handle report uploads and downloads, such as real-time surgery exams and patient consultation. "We don't even need a slogan. You need this!"

Implant C

D. CritiCare Ocular Implants V2. Both eyes have been replaced with state-of-the-art (for 2043) vision enchancements, such as 2x zoom, medical package software, and complete cyberdeck interactivity. "Spots mistakes before you even make them, making 20/20 hindsight a thing of the past."

Implant D

E. CHAMP Ind. SubDermal Armor. Even if caught unawares, the user will be able to deflect light debris and non-ballistic damage. Slightly improves the weight behind her punches, should she decide to throw hands. "What do we say to shrapnel getting under your skin? Not today."

F. CritiCare Bio-Monitor, Regulator, and Auto-Injector. An implant for all circulatory and nervous systems monitoring and regulation. Gives the user real-time feedback for stability, emergency vitals, and chemical imbalances. When high levels of Norepinephrine are detected, Serotonin is injected automatically to calm her nerves. Abuse of the injector has been detected, yet neglected for updates or repairs. "A patient walked up to me the other day saying, "I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam! I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam!" I said, "Calm down man, you're too tense!""

Bio-Monitor

Armor:

CritiCare RaRe EMT Field Armor. An outdated suit of armor that is more than capable of shrugging off handgun rounds, courtesy of CritiCare. Meant to give full mobility as well as protection in the event of firefights, allowing the wearer to finesse even field surgery without complication. Comes equipped with all the necessary supplies to get the job done, regularly stocked and accounted for by yours truly.

CritiCare Armor

Weapons:

2L-LYA. Widely known as Amnesia, this sidearm is a product of CHAMP Ind., a standard service weapon handed out to CritiCare EMTs in case of personal protection. Doesn't pack too much punch, but is reliable and easy to maintain.

Sidearm

S K I L L S

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Medicine. Ranging from basic first aid application to literal brain surgery, Bailey is used to working under every type of pressure imaginable while patching up Netters and Surplus alike (though usually the former). While in chaotic environments, can only apply work through supplies on hand and requires her workshop to conduct anything more serious. Complicated work also requires time and resources, assuming her augmentations are still in commission.

Combat. Trained by the Army, she is able to maintain and handle most standard firearms. Due to her work as a medic, however, she has never fired a bullet outside of a range and morally opposes their use. Thankfully, self-defense is something she takes very seriously.

Business. While technically a professional, due to opening and running her own clinic, her experience and knowledge goes as far as her own front doors to keep the place open. Credits are steady enough, though impressive maneuvers still elude her.

Survival. Seattle is no easy place to live in, no matter your rank in the world. Bailey may live modestly thanks to her career, she also knows how to keep herself and others sewn up and shut up to see tomorrow (and not just literal stitches).

Research. Ever-learning when it comes to scientific breakthroughs in the medical community, Bailey knows how to find the right stuff and keep its knowledge secure in her brain. She had only ever cared to learn about logical, applicable things, though it seems her future is filled with uncertainties and superstitions.

R E L A T I O N S

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Family

Mother. Jasmine Hawkins, 54. Security Systems Analyst for a lesser corporation known as Homeland Tech. Married her partner, April, when she was 23 and was the one that carried and birthed Bailey two years later.

Mother. April Hawkins, 55. Assistant Manager for Homeland Tech, Garfield branch. Married her partner, Jasmine, when she was 24 and through labwork donated part of her DNA to create Bailey.

Uncle. Dominic, 51. Bastard. Pedophile. Adulterer. Sociopath. Pin Technician of the Loose Pins. Known regular at the Axion Droid Shop.

Friends

JV. A fool who wastes himself in chemical cocktails and lead-slinging fights. Nonetheless, he has been making baby steps to improve mentally and that's good enough for Bailey. Plus, he's a regular and his credits are good.

Robin. A Netter, one of the only decent ones Bailey has ever met. Stops by her shop to get small work done from time to time, but she has a suspicion they just come in to see her.

Noel. Companion from her childhood that has followed her through the AutoAmerican Army and CritiCare RaRe Team. A real piece of PTSD work, but a ride-or-die; similar to Bailey. Might be why people think they must be related.

Acquaintances

Cheese Man. A wonder in peddling Soy dairy products, this young man makes her August Body Shop a regular stop, taking advantage of her love for cheese. She never learned his real name, and he never seems to care that she calls him Cheese Man.

Coriander. A DigiStreamer. That line of work is beyond Bailey, but apparently she makes good money just by looking pretty and chatting up real people in real time from the safety of her home. Not as much money as a Doll, but good money. They only know each other because Bailey saved her after a SWAT call went worst-case.

Baxter. A rodent in human form, if Bailey has ever seen one. Sniveling, snarky, suspicious. He has managed to bring in wiped implants, impossible to track, for her to install on various members from whatever group he's from. If the credits weren't too good to pass up, she would have booted him a long time ago.

H I S T O R Y

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Born in 2021, Bailey was raised with high expectations. Her parents were low on the corporate ladder, but should their daughter have the right education and determination, she could elevate them from the lowly Surplus status and straight into Netter levels. Bailey's time in school proved fruitful, showing a mind for medicine. Upon reaching her last year of high school, she was involved in an accident that left her hospitalized for five months. Falling behind on her work in record time, she barely scraped by into graduation.

Having failed to achieve higher education, her parents prompted a risky venture: gain a specialized skillset and secure a future through the AutoAmerican Army. With reluctance, Bailey signed up and was admitted to be a Field Medic. One year of Emergency Medical Technician training, she was found fit for service and underwent an extremely invasive endoskeleton transplantation surgery. Even after the standard procedure of chemically memory wiping the specific event, her nights are often night terror-inducing. Events in the field to help augmented soldiers only solidified her newfound trauma: dehumanization exists, and she is only a statistical victim.

After four years of service, she formally left the Army and returned to Seattle with new, dulled eyes. Victims of violence were ever-present, and medical assistance is one of the only true job securities. With this in mind, Bailey quickly joined CritiCare and put her abilities and implants to use. If she could help people from perishing in the gutters, then perhaps she could regain a semblance of humanity. If only it didn't shed an even greater shadow on her perception of humanity. Six years of CritiCare Rapid Response led to resignation and fatigue.

With the help of her mothers, Bailey opened up a new clinic on Lakeside called August Body Shop. In the last year, she has built more new relationships than she ever had previously. People may need the occasional emergency procedure, but most come in for augmentation implants, adjustments, or even tattoos (of which Bailey now has some experience, but does not tout herself or her shop as the place to go). Occasionally the sight of carbon fiber or titanium alloy skeletons draw out her PTSD, but thanks to her Bio-Monitor she could quickly get a handle on herself again.

Her favored places include The White Rabbit, The Black Hole, and her shop. She may not be a fan of certain clubs or strip joints, but she had no problem bringing home an input for a night. In fact, she claimed to bring a new person home every night for a month once, not too long ago.

C Y B E R C O M

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Paige. A young Cybercom, per Bailey's request. Has the appearance of a twelve-year old, and is often mistaken to be Bailey's daughter. Those who found out it is a Cybercom don't know the reasoning behind this choice; some suspect that it's a sexual relationship behind closed doors, while others believe Bailey always wanted a little sister to protect and look after. Whatever the reason, everyone agrees that it may single-handedly be why Bailey has yet to snap.

Alluding to the wonder and innocence of a young human, Paige willingly asks basic questions about her environment and growth, though also does her best to not get into any trouble and cause unnecessary stress. It seems as though she acts as a buffer for Bailey's worse evenings, closing the shop early without being asked and preparing dinner and bedtime rituals for the two of them. Paige shows an intimate understanding of Bailey's background, likely through long-term discussions on top of any reports or news that could involve Bailey.

Paige

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

@Mole You mentioned a discord. Is that available yet?

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

Awesome, thanks for the prompt response! I'll wait around until OOC/CS comes up. Thinking of different character ideas already, as I prefer to only play one (though I will come up with background/supporting characters, of course).

As much as I enjoy a full on netrunner build, can we pull off an inspired Trauma Team Corp so I can play a [former] EMT with their own nihilism and irritability? The quote on Trauma Team's page "By now, I don't even see the bodies as people. I see them as either parts or pickups..." hit me in just the right way.