Opposition

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Abigail had to cease her bar stool spinning antics as people continued to pop in and out of existence around her. She hadn't been with the Deadly Eight long, so the antics of everyone switching in and out of one body definitely got her head spinning. The whole experience was almost a bit surreal to her, or perhaps that was just the vibe Jervis was going for with the jazzy, lounge-esque Deadly Room. Abigail set the targets' files down at this point. She never was too adept at the art of preplanning. The way she rolled, the only thing she prepared was plans to blow things up. Her logic worked much better under the threat of gunfire. Or at least, that's what Abigail thought. Maybe she was just lazy.

For a moment, Abigail intently watched Jervis as he spoke through the phone to Charlie. That phone definitely brought back halcyon memories of Abigail's first few months in the Deadly Room. Oh how fun it had been to toy with the assassins during their missions, and oh how sad she was when Jervis then disallowed her from further using the phone. That was definitely one detail that most of her comrades would have picked up about Abigail: She almost never took anything seriously around here. Life er-... Unlife was all a game to Abigail.

"Well that's an interesting choice..." Speaking to no one in particular, Abigail's eyes traced the vintage vehicle that Charlie chose. She had some experience with cars, but none at all with this sort. It was also probably worth mentioning that most of Abigail's experience with vehicles revolved around either destroying them, using them to destroy other things, or getaway driving. Abigail definitely had a... unique skill set. "It looks like it couldn't even breach fifty miles an hour. Let's hope nothing goes wrong during the mission... Our escape might crumble to dust when we need it." The girl gave a short chuckle continuing to watch, though as Charlie switched places with Randy, Abigail's demeanor seemed to change near instantaneously. A smile crossed her face, her eyes came alight with a certain glow of excitement, and her posture perked up to make her look more presentable.

"Ah Charlie! Welcome back! Perfect execution of an escape as usual, and not to mention the lovely choice of vehicle. My compliments to your contribution as always!" Her voice was soft, almost baby-ish. Abigail was always so allured by the young assassin's delicate and charming appearance. Of course, Abigail completely disregarded any sort of flaws she saw in Charlie. He was too perfect for those. She continued her shower of praise for a moment longer whether Charlie was listening or not. This had no doubt become a common occurrence, happening nearly every conversation Abigail had with Charlie ever since she was brought to the Deadly Room.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Bishop
Love the flashback you added. I might have to steal that idea for one of my posts. You've crafted yourself a very unique character, friend.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I'm around! I was waiting for another active post, so it seems I should get a post up soon. I'll see what I can do!

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Spinning the bar stool in circles, an excited Abigail was soon filled with complete disappointment as she heard the crash of glass. Upon completing her spin, she realized it was Jonathan that was the next up. Her sad eyes flicked down to meet the small puddle surrounded by shards of glass. Her excitement began to die down and she rested her chin on her hands, imagining all the fun times she could have had if Jonathan gave her her drink before she left. It was truly a tragedy. Abigail let out a light "Aww," before redirecting her attention to the rather large display that played Jonathon’s perspective. If she couldn't drink, watching some awe-striking combat would definitely supply a bit of entertainment.

Jonathan's duel did not captivate Abigail's interest for long, though. Her eyes flicked to Nick as he appeared in the Deadly Room. "Well that must have been a fun time. The important thing is that you tried," she jested. With few words, Abigail graciously accepted her drink from Jervis. "Looking perfect as always, dear butler friend." Swirling and admiring her drink for a moment, Abigail began to casually sip at it as she was handed the dossier file. A giggly chuckle escape her lips as she eyed the entry for one 'Marina Corvin'. Abigail's finger gently traced down the paper as she took in all she could about the individual. "Well well... They don't seem to tough. I've got some ideas for this little lady." It seems Abigail's fixation with the one girl in particular had caused her to zone out from the current conversation going on about the dossier files. She had been completely oblivious to the comments of Raissa and William in favor of her own imaginative assassination methods.

As Jonathan poofed back into the Deadly Room, he caught Abigail's attention for a short moment. As he laid down upon the counter, Abigail gave nothing more then a "Hmph," in acknowledgement. She knew he wasn't able to do anything about getting switched in and not getting her drink, but she felt like being difficult either way. After a quick shake of her head to clear her thoughts, Abigail attempted to refocus on the matter at hand: the new mission. "And as always. Call me in when something needs destroyed!" Her upbeat tone, left her words rather hollow sounding despite their meaning.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I don't know why I've done half the things I've done,but I know this is where I belong, surrounded by my own. Criminals, The Condemned, The Depressed... The Assholes.

Abbey found herself idling at the Deadly Room's bar rather than interacting with her fellow assassins. It wasn't all that uncommon for her to distract herself with conversation and annoying the others, but today she felt a bit different. Quietly sipping her beverage and flipping casually through the scriptures contained in her bible, her eyes wandered around the rather fancy looking room, which greatly contrasted with her dress that day. She found herself wearing black from head to toe-- hood up and everything. It was her insurgent outfit. It never bothered her. She always felt out of place no matter the condition, but then again, with the people she had become surrounded with, was she really the oddball?

Unable to hold back a scowl, Abbey soon matched the thudding of Raissa's cards with the quick snapping shut of her book. She held herself back from saying anything, but Abbey couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as her attention was drawn to the argument between Raissa and Jonathan.She had nothing to contribute to such a petty issue. If anything she would start speaking and end up bringing up another biblical story to everyone's dismay. Abbey remained silent during the whole bout. Well, at least until she witnessed Jonathan attempting to hop over the counter. Through cringing as he shattered numerous glasses, Abbey shifted herself over a seat or two until she was close enough to engage in the conversation. Gazing into her glass, she realized how close it was to emptiness. This was no issue, of course. In a jolly manner, she rose her hand slightly.

"Yes please!" Her voice was sing-songy as she sent Jonathan a smile. Sliding her glass his way.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Dynamo Frokane
Yes! I'll be on it soon. My internet has been down all day, but I am back, and I will write something up!

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Still around, and ready for action!

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Dynamo Frokane
Let's keep this alive, friend!

Fear and Loading: A Tale of Cyberpunk Misadventures

@Hexaflexagon
Haha. I completely understand where you are coming from. I tried to get the feel in that she wasn't the best at what she does, but I felt pretty rushed. I will definitely get to tweaking!

Fear and Loading: A Tale of Cyberpunk Misadventures

Jessa Locke

Jessa “The Revenant” Locke
21|5’4”|O-

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Jessa appears rather short and young for who she is. She stands at 5’4”, weighing approximately 135 lbs. Her brown hair falls just past her neck, and appears very straight and well kept. Jessa appears very lean and lithe, almost weak when observing her fair and pale skin. Her strength is greatly hidden as it almost comes entirely from cybernetic enhancement. Most of her cyberware is all internally hidden from view, but as a product of experimentation, Jessa’s body is not unscarred from the traces of augmentation. Most obviously, the front of her left hand has no sort of synthetic skin, revealing that her hand is entirely fake. There are also traces of machinery visible on her arm, revealing it is either fake or heavily augmented. As she looks about the world, her gaze is cold and calculated, observant of anything it comes into contact with.

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Biomedical Researcher

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Jessa is most easily described as stoic, analytical, and collected. With her life, she’s never gotten too close to any others or had any real friends. Growing up with a very separated family, Jessa had no real concept of bonds. This causes her to appear distant to all those she meets. One might pin her as a very unmotivated person, but that is greatly a facade she keeps up. When in unfamiliar territory, which just so happens to be most every scenario, Jessa is very naive and curious about the world. This however, is not enough motivation for her to explore the world around her though. Jessa was always to anxious to do so.

Jessa’s goals have always remained a mystery to those around her, but in her head, she is very vigilant. She believes herself to be aligned with humanity and out for the greater good, but truthfully she is very worried about her health. Self preservation is high on Jessa’s list of priorities, even if she, herself doesn’t believe it, but self preservation isn’t the end of her long list of hidden motivations. Many of the things she accomplishes are, for more or less, vengeance. She believes herself to be somewhat of a retributivist, believing that those who harm others should be punished, and if others won’t, then she will.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Born illegitimately, Jessa was the child of a corporate bigshot business owner and one of his lead researchers. Her father was the head of a lead cybernetics research and production company: PsySystems Cybernetics-- PsySys for short. Of course, Jessa was raised by her humble mother, so there was no huge inheritance coming her way unless she got it herself, and with her life spent alone in her mother’s home, having to grow up without the parental guidance. PsySys wasn’t the easiest company to work at. With more health, safety, and ethical violations than any other cybernetics company in the Belt, Jessa’s mother never had the time or energy to raise a child. Jessa grew up quickly.

Despite her mother’s poor condition, Jessa took up a similar Biomedical practice with a focus on cybernetic research with PsySys. Her father, after meeting her for the first time, offered her an entry level position as a researcher on one of his high ranking teams. Jessa started off making more than her mother, but her job wasn’t all it was made out to be. She had seriously underestimated the inhumane projects that were going on within PsySys. Luring street rats, often times C-Freaks with promises of Neurotop, PsySys uses human test subjects to test implanted experimental tech. Whether they and up with their bodies shredded by electronics within or instead having their sanity shredded into pieces, it is not often that PsySys test subjects leave the facilities unscarred. Unfortunately, PsySys’s impact on Jessa doesn’t cease there.

Jessa didn’t simply get her job out of her father’s good heart. Being the head of a cybernetics industry was an easy way to live a long and wealthy life, but all lives eventually come to an end. Her father just wasn’t ready for his end yet. He intended to find a way to prolong his life, and with only one person on the planet sharing his genes, he had only one subject to test his compatibility with new augments he intended to use on himself. Somewhere in between slavery and indentured servitude, Jessa only had one way to keep herself and her mother afloat. After only one month at PsySys, Jessa found her schedule filled with surgeries.

Jessa lived oppressed and enslaved for months, and in those few months, Jessa found herself with her first augmentations, but after things started getting more and more torturous, Jessa realized her job wasn’t worth her pain, even if it meant living on the streets. She outright refused her father’s next requests for more experimenting. It was then she became nothing more than one of the subjects locked away in the monolithic PsySys buildings only waiting for their fate, but as her father’s quest for immortality continued, Jessa grew increasingly enervated by it all. With the abilities bestowed upon her by her newfound augmentations, she intended to do something.

Under the guise of her working position, Jessa managed to escape PsySys’s main building in secrecy and overtime began to gather the tools she’d need to put together an attack. Armor, weaponry, and gadgets-- she amassed them all in preparation, and upon the fateful day she decided to enact her plan, she suited up, making herself completely anonymous. Wielding the abilities given to her against her will, she tore through research and destroyed any machinery she could. She only worked in a short time frame before she had to escape, though. PsySys had serious security, and if she was caught, Jessa could only imagine that the police wouldn’t be involved.

After this attack, a large amount of PsySys research was destroyed and it cost the company a great deal. Jessa got news of this information and realized how much she could impact others’ lives if this continued. This vigilante approach to taking down PsySys continued in Jessa’s life. More attacks occurred and it wasn’t long before news of this mystery ‘terrorist’ got out, and rather than running and hiding from the branding, Jessa embraced it. News companies portrayed her new alter ego as an extremely augmented insurgent, and they called her ‘The Revenant’. Jessa felt good about what she was doing, but taking down PsySys wasn’t enough to quench her thirst for vengeance. There were plenty more large corporations that were less than savory, and Jessa was not a fan of any of them. The next months of Jessa’s life were devoted to her alternate persona, and even with her eyes set on the destruction of big companies, there was one other goal Jessa took up in her time, though this crime was one committed by Jessa more so than The Revenant.

During her times inside PsySys, Jessa was surrounded by a great deal of C-Freaks, whether they were her subjects or her fellow captives. She watched helplessly as people’s lives were destroyed by the inaccessibility of Neurotop, and she knew that PsySys had the Neurotop to supply. At times, even Jessa had to take the drug to stay sane. It was no doubt an issue of stinginess. During one of her raids, she managed to find a cache of the drug. Jessa had always thought that her goals were for humanity’s sake rather than her own. This ideology led her to take to The Revenant’s outfit and freely distribute the cache to a shelter for the poor. The gratefulness of those in need led to knowledge of The Revenant spreading as a bit of an urban legend in the poorer community. Jessa was only further spurred to gather Neurotop when she learned this. The Revenant’s tale isn’t all good, though. Jessa was a very augmented individual as well. The more she dealt with her augmented lifestyle, the more she craved the Neurotop she so sought for others. Originally the cache she sat on was meant to be rationed to others, but the Revenant’s Neurotop theft, wasn’t just for the people anymore. With her cache running dry, Jessa had her own problems to deal with.

_{S K I L L S}

Credit to The Revenant: Due to the early days of Jessa’s Neurotop theft, she found herself well known among the street rats of The Belt. Jessa may be easily identified while dressed as The Revenant in the poorer locations of the metropolis. This can be both a gift and a curse, as her skills were greatly played up. She may not have the ability that people think she has.

Product of Science: Although untrained and generally frail considering her stature, Jessa has an above average amount of strength and agility due to the constant experimentation and augmentation on her body. This also gives her a few important abilities that came along with certain augmentations.

Biomedical Technology Expert: With Jessa’s position as a PsySys researcher, she has gained a great deal of knowledge surrounding medical practice and the augmentation sciences. If information is needed on cyberware, or urgent medical care is necessary, Jessa can manage to come through.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

Revenant Combat Armor: A minimalist set of combat armor, likely modified from an old suit of law enforcement protective gear, the Revenant Combat Armor is a custom protective suit that Jessa purchased on the black market. Its main function is protection from ballistic attacks, but it doubles as a concealer for her identity and a recognizable icon for her alter ego. The suit has one star ability, though. The Revenant Wiring is an experimental combination of cyberware created by Jessa herself. By connecting the technology in her suit to cybernetic nerve endings in her body, she was able to have the suit recognize and remember certain actions she took. When The Revenant Wiring activates, the suit takes control of the nerves in her body and in turn, takes actions for her. This can allow her to fight for much longer than the average human while sustaining great amounts of damage. This can also be rather dangerous as Jessa can be stuck in combat and The Revenant Wiring could tear her body apart in order to secure the win.

PsySys Experimental V0ltskin: As the main cyberware modification from her hand prosthesis, the V0ltskin has seen very little testing for its many uses. The open circuit visible on the palm of her hand has the ability to discharge a small electrical pulse. This can be used both in combat to subdue opponents and also during infiltration to temporarily disable certain electronics. The V0ltskin never made it out of the experimental stage, though. PsySys was unable to perfect the idea of delivering this impulse of electricity without enacting some of the charge on its user. Use of the device can cause great pain to the wielder.

Semi Automatic Pistol: A classic firearm, Jessa wields a simple semi automatic pistol for protection. Almost entirely unremarkable, Jessa’s gun is unregistered and unknown as many other firearms in The Belt.

Carving Knives: There is no weapon more reliable than an old fashioned blade. Jessa knows that no one sane leaves home unarmed in the belt. She follows this unspoken rule by means of a large pair of carving knives. Most often used by The Revenant, her blades are kept hidden from view.

_{N O T E S}

To Be Determined.