Noxious

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

ALSO! If it would help anyone to create a prior relationship with my character I am more than willing to figure out a backstory as to why our characters would know one another.

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

I would hold off on adding my name to the hat as a co-GM, at least until we have more participation. I have no problem taking on the role, but it seems superfluous if there is only going to be 3 of us (which I also do not mind at all). I think you should go ahead and post tonight so we can keep it moving. Other players will have no problem catching up. @Mr_pink, @Dirty Dan, @Zaresto? Still in it? Want us to wait on you?

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

I really want to watch Hunchback of Notre Dame now.

Pandæmonium

Love the idea. Tentatively in.

Serenity Falls (Post-apocalyptic survival horror story)

@Nightmare25 What kind of information are you going to want for CS? What kind of weapons can we have? Is the time period modern?

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Collab between @Goldeagle1221 & @Noxious

“Yes you’ll have to excuse my friend,” Twain added matter of factly, leaning back to study the brown drink that so clearly was not his vodka martini, “he’s dead tired.”

His eyes flickered from his drink and over to the woman and a polite smile stretched across his face, “what’s your name?”

“They call me Maeve.” She wrapped a finger around a loose curl, twirling it between her fingertips. She was still pissed about her John, but everyone had secrets and everyone, this man, usually wanted to tell their secrets to girl like her so she curled those youthful pink lips into a grin and hoped for the best, “ We don’t normally let people sleep here,” her free hand gesturing to the dead guy.

“Maeve, hm?” Twain ignored the mention of Paul’s corpse. His eyes flickered across her chest for a moment, “both of them?”

“Oh, I’m just fancy enough for Maeve, no official title, but I’m guessing you’re a bit more official, hmmmm? What is it that they call you sir, those still alive enough to call anyways?”

Twain’s smile seemed to curl into one of humor and he shook his head, dismissing his recent hidden joke, “I am Mark Twain.”

She scrunched her nose at the name, recognition clicking. “Mark Twain….aren’t you an author?”

Twain’s smile flipped to a frown, “doctor, the doctor,” he corrected.

“Doctor hmmm? We don’t get many doctors out this way, especially not as young as you.” Doctor always brought to mind the wrinkled old men, barely healthy themselves. She wasn’t normally a fan of doctors. She still wasn’t sure if she was a fan of his either.

“Evidently not,” Mark said plainly as he jutted a square chin towards the dead man, “my own scholarly eyes seem to understand that this patron has a chronic case of rigor mortis; common in these parts?”

She glanced back to Paul, holding on to that sweet smile even as the dead man became the focus. “I don’t mean to be frank Mr. Twain, but I’m not sure I would trust you, even if your assertion appears correct. You can gain some favor if you help me remove your friend. Not good for business, makes the place appear dead.”

Twain stood up and dusted the lap of his pants, and placed his drink down on a napkin, “the drink was a little stiff anyways,” he mumbled to himself as he gestured towards Paul Blake and scooted over to grab his arms. With a huff of breath that spiraled the lingering smoke in the air, Mark shifted the dead man to his cold feet and wrapped a lifeless arm around his own shoulders as he slowly shuffled the heavy man out of the booth and off to the sheriff’s office.

She followed behind him, without offering to help; she doubted he expected her to anyways. The sheriff may have questions though and she could possibly use the opportunity to gain some favor; either with the law or the doctor.

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

A man stood over her minuscule frame, a judgmental frown wrinkling his features. "Look Ise, you need to calm down on the tech. You need to unplug for a bit. Grab a brew. Pop a tab and dance with real life humans. Feel the bass against your chest. Yeah?"

A frown pressed her lips and she sighed, scrunching her youthful features into the plastic of the 'surgical' bench she was laid across. She truly was tired of this conversation. This was the second time tonight. He didn't really care, as was obvious by the bone saw whirring to a start in the background. "Look, I need this. Life isn't..." the neural reboot he had started just a moment ago kicked in and she was out. The man who began cutting into her took a moment to wonder how she may have finished that. Life isn't what?

-hours and a surgery later-

She was fully refunctional, overlyfunctional, a regular scoop away in the world of ice cream hording. You know what life wasn't? It wasn't focusing on what life wasn't. She was as sure of that now as she felt she was earlier. She gripped at the side of the wall for a moment.

"Stay longer Ise. Your cables still aren't clicking." The voice came from the back. He was cleaning his tools back there. She blinked a couple of times and tightened her fingertips into a fist, release, repeat. She threw her jean clad legs to the side and combat boots held her weight on the ground.

"I'm fine." She dug in a side pouch, comfortable fingers finding the sizzle red smoke and putting it between her lips. She snapped against the side of her left thumb and a flame was emitted, a poser novelty trick really as the flint like substance would only last a short time, but it did the trick. "Look, I should be going." She pressed the cigarette between her already full functional lips. She tested her toes. She seemed to be in order.

"You hate my neighborhood, I get it." The large man feigned a frowned, but it didn't suit him.

"Don't act offended. Your neighborhood is a shithole." She hadn't even looked at him. She was talking through a cigarette and testing out her neural connections. In less than a banger headspin she was stepping out of the front door of his shop, testing the little neural pathways she automatically accessed without paying much attention to the real world, bad call in Night City. But hey, some girls aren't unlucky, and this such girl stepped directly into an off duty cop. She glanced right at him without a thought. Her right eye was a buzz with unseen nanosurgeons exhausting their efforts on an obviously self healing eye so that he witnessed the retina return to a circular shape and the eye color stabilize.

The cigarette fumbled out of her mouth, her eyes following as she tilted her head to shield her eye. "I....Excuse me."

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

Here and accounted for.

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

Handle:

• Skugga - username
• Ise - offline
• Isabella Jakobsson - most recent alias

Name:

Isabella Hägg‏

Occupation:

Net Cowgirl; Freelance

Age, Date of Birth:

26; December 2nd, 1993

Birthplace:

Stockholm, Sweden

Ethnicity/Nationality:

Swedish

Style:

• Clothes – Kevlar armor jacket in black, loose fitting tank tops. Tight pants and combat boots. Aviator sunglasses.
• Hairstyle – Waist length braids and dreadlocks with organic circuitry woven in. Her natural pale blonde hair predominant over a few thin red, blue, green and yellow cables.
• Affections – Large tattoo of a Balron demon that crosses her back, curling around her right hip up to her left shoulder; a nod to Rache Bartmoss. Barcode tattooed across her right shoulder in homage to transhumanism. Multiple metal piercings laced through her ears.

Family Background:

• Lucas Hägg, ‏Brother - Fixer, used to sell information for Ise. Missing for almost 5 years, presumed dead.
• Father - Deceased.
• Mother - Deceased.
• Extended Family - Unassociated

Motivations:

• Traits – imaginative, hallucinatory, intellectual, detached, she just wants to watch the world burn
• Valued Person – Lucas Hägg‏, Missing/Dead.
• Value Most – Knowledge and Vengeance
• Feelings Toward People – Neutral
• Valued Possession – Metal and wood necklace containing a datachip with pictures of her family

Life Events

Born- Exceedingly pro-cybernetic parents. Father a Corporate Executive; Mother is a Professor. Both children are introduced to cybertech early on.
Age 2- Mother dies
Age 3- Father starts teaching her programming and lays the foundation for all future knowledge.
Age 6- Becomes fascinated with RF signals and starts manipulating equipment.
Age 9- Starts to get comfortable with the net.
Age 15- Starts pushing the limits on the Net, outgrown the usefulness of school.
Age 16- Father murdered, she believes by a corporation and this shapes her driving motivation. Her brother and her begin working as a team to steal and sell secrets and information.
Age 17- Goes into Corporate Training.
Age 19- Gets involved in corporate espionage. Brother disapproves and they fight for the first time. She convinces him to continue helping her sell information.
Age 22- Final argument with brother. He disappears and no one has seen him since.
Age 23- Realizes that she is in too deep. She suspects the Corporation may have killed her brother. She disappears, spending a large sum of money to hire help to “ghost” herself. Stows away and arrives in America. Meets up with contacts from the Net who help get her on her feet.
Age 26- Still picking up random jobs; mainly for anti-corporate fighters, but not against working for some corporate ladder climbers to make a buck.

Weapons:

• Budget Arms C - 13
• Vz61 Skorpion - shoulder holster
• Switchblade

Skills:

• Interface; ability to manipulate interface programs
• Education; electrophysiology and neural network emulation
• System knowledge; knowledge of the Net
• Programming; write programs and re-program computer systems
• Hide, evade; losing pursuers, covering tracks, evading people on your trail.
• Electronics; maintaining, repairing and modifying electronic instruments
• Electronic security; installing/countering
• Cyber tech; repairing and maintaining cyberware

Augmentations:

• Neuralware Processor
• Cybermodem
• Cybermodem Link; translates net images
• Interface Plugs : back of scalp. stud directly into machines
• Kerenzikov Boosterware; boosts her response time
• DataTerm Link; can access DataTerm information on the go
• Nanosurgeons
• Interface plugs in scalp
• Implanted Fangs w/ poison injectors

Equipment:

• Modified Portable Cyberdeck
• Cybermodem
• Security Scanner
• Tech Scanner
• Tech Tool Kit
• Electronics kit
• Collection of Chips; chips boost skills
• Ammo

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

I will definitely double check if I think I'm going to step on anyone's toes. Also, if you want me to put something into my post, feel free to let me know. :) I think Goldeagle and I are going to work on a collab post so our conversation is more fluid.