Squad 404

The Blackwood Chronicles (WIP title)

I'll toss down my interest. I've got an idea or two on what type of character I might go and make. Though it really depends on the details provided on how this world works.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Location: Reclaim Zone, South City Sprawl.
Interacting with: Salt @Opposition

It would appear that The Game has entered into a more active phase...

Glory gave a frown as she heard Salt suggest shooting a zipline into the R&D building. Always had to have a crazy idea. Glory resisted the idea of dropping a snarky comment about how bad of an idea that was, as by all technicalities Salt did have a bit more pull than she did. Stepping from her spot in the shade back into the harsh sun again, Glory raised her binoculars to her face and scanned the crowd once more. A few moments afterward Glory’s nerves went into high alert as fires broke out among the crowd. Tapping her communicator and pressing two fingers to her ear Glory gave an extremely brief status report. ”This is Outpost Two. I’m spotting multiple fires breaking out in the crowd. Does anyone see the source of these fires? Over.”

It was a few moments later, when Salt reported seeing a member of the Reavers, that Glory cursed repeatedly. Thankfully, her communicator hadn’t picked up on that. Her binocular-enhanced view blitzed across the crowd for a few moments until she spotted him. An elder member among The Reavers. Glory’s blood began to boil as she found more and more members of The Reavers dispersed among the crowds of people. So there was something more to this riot. Glory began to reach for her communicator to confirm that it was indeed an elder member of The Reavers, but common sense stopped her. She reminded herself that her prior history with them was unknown to most if not all the people involved at Knight Enterprise, and if she confirmed that it was an elder member they would want information as to how Glory knew about that so accurately.

Putting her hand back onto her goggles, Glory resigned herself to watch and did her best to quench her wrath. She was about to call out the location of another member of the reavers when her earpiece buzzed with rapid responses that one of them had been stabbed. Glory’s gaze snapped back to the elder that had been spotted earlier, and she had to resist the urge to chuckle in grim satisfaction as one of the pieces of her history was eliminated.

Glory tapped her communicator and pressed two fingers to her ear to report in. ”This is Outpost Two. I’ve lost sight of the assailant. The victim is immobile. Over.” Glory took a few moments to scan the crowd again, and this time noticed that something interesting was happening in the crowd. Someone was spraying something onto people in the crowd. Glory was about to key in and report this strange event when her earpiece buzzed with news of Outpost Three being breached. Shortly thereafter, Salt reported that her outpost was being swarmed, this coincided with the riot exploding into total chaos. Glory lowered her binoculars slowly as she heard more status reports flow in. This had officially become bad. The situation was promptly worsened by the fact that a few moments later a pair of open-topped armored vehicles arrived on scene, each sporting a beastly plasma-laser mounted gun. Glory felt her heart skip a beat as they settled into place. So much for a bad situation, the situation was now awful.

Cursing again, Glory tapped her communicator as she began to move towards the stairs. ”This is Glory. I’m moving to the stairs and then to the roof. Salt, you’ve got a grapple gun, right? Can you try throwing me a zipline? I don’t want to try leaving through the lower floors. Not with the chaos going on. Over.” Lowering her fingers from her ear, Glory threw the door to the stairs open and began to rapidly climb, skipping every other step as she went in order to maximize her speed. It didn’t take her long to reach the upper floor, and with a brief shoulder check the stiff door to the roof was thrown open.

Hopefully there would be a zipline waiting for her, because if not… Glory was in a lot more trouble than she originally thought.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Location: Reclaim Zone, South City Sprawl.
Interacting with: No one in particular, but looking at the riot in front of APEX Industries R&D.

If you understand yourself, work to understand your enemy...

Glory tapped her foot against the dusty floor of the abandoned building she had been stationed in. It smelled bad, there was no air conditioning, and the gigantic amount of dust and decay was making her nose run. As a final bit of annoyance, the binoculars that she wore were digging into her neck from the weight. Unfortunately, she was here on a job. This building, along with several of the other buildings that other members of Knight Enterprise were occupying, were good vantage points on the crowd that was gathering in front of the APEX Industries R&D building. Knight Enterprise internal intelligence believed that some of the gangs that had sprung up in the reclaim zone were going to attempt to use the riot to try and incite violence to provoke a response from the present security.

Unfortunately, Glory had heard of this kind of move before. It was a devious tactic that took advantage of the lack of time to deliberate on an action: Make both sides believe that the other side just took an aggressive move and the tension might just boil over. It made Glory sick to her stomach that she couldn’t actively work to disperse the crowd, but there was nothing to be done against direct orders. Grabbing the binoculars from around her neck, Glory took a moment to sweep them across the swelling crowd of people before pressing two fingers to her ear and speaking into the microphone of her transceiver. ”This is Glory. I’m not seeing any personnel of interest. Continuing to monitor. Over.”

Glory gave another sweep of the crowd and this time she saw something that looked like more than just another disgruntled person. Glory had to stop and rub her eyes for a moment to be sure that she was seeing who she was seeing. Against all implausibility, there she was: Stella. The Ultrabartender. But why? Wouldn’t she be at home after her shift at The Duat? Or at least at The Duat itself either cleaning or sorting things? Glory had never figured Stella for much of a protestor, and so the presence of The Ultrabartender was truly mystifying.

Unfortunately Glory couldn’t go ask. She had to stay here, because APEX’s internal security had only been informed that they were going to use some of the abandoned buildings as scouting spots. If Glory entered into that crowd, she would not only be directly violating orders but would potentially also be counted as a threat for simply being in the crowd. As such, Glory was essentially trapped. Lowering her binoculars, Glory stepped out of the harsh sunlight that beamed through the half-broken window and into the shadows surrounding it in order to take a break from staring at the crowd. Leaning against the wall, Glory gave a sigh followed by a prompt sneeze. A bath was going to be needed after this.

Reaching into one of her pouches, Glory produced her phone. Flipping it open, she synced her contacts to the AR projectors and opened her email. Pressing a few buttons to scroll along, Glory winced as she saw an email from the company director regarding the death of Joe Blair. It was a painful reminder of yesterday.

Glory’s mind began to churn as she remembered her failures. Her angry thoughts were like the sound of nails upon metal as they began to filter into her head. Gritting her teeth, Glory forced herself to take a breath and calm down. The explosion was currently dominating news feeds, both internal and external. Everyone seemed to have completely missed the fact that Glory had passed out. Hopefully it stayed that way. Hopefully. Glory couldn’t lose this job. If she did… She’d probably be out in the crowd. Where else would she go?

Closing her emails, Glory turned off the AR sync in her contacts and stepped back into the blazing sun. Lifting her binoculars, Glory scanned the crowd once more in the hope that she would catch sight of someone trying to cause trouble. Thinking back a bit further than yesterday, Glory remembered the colors that her old gangmates used to wear: Green and black. Scanning the crowd, Glory was half relieved and half disappointed that she didn’t see anyone wearing the particular pattern she remembered.

If she could get some of The Reavers down on file… That would be a major boon to cleaning some of the dirt from her past. She just had to find them first.

The Missing Goddess - A Hero's Journey

Still kicking.

The Missing Goddess - A Hero's Journey

I will put forward some interest. I've got a couple of ideas that could work out fairly well.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

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Byssu

Location: The Goblet housing district. Interacting with: @Hero

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Byssu was standing idly as she waited for Suki to arrive with the rest of her kits. While she was waiting, she made sure to keep a firm eye on the kits that had already been gathered. It would simply not do to have them wander off again or get into additional trouble. Instinctively, Byssu's eyes also flicked to the road and its various crowds. The first few times Byssu did this, nothing happened. However Byssu soon spotted someone new approaching. The many faceless people in the crowd parted for the approaching figure.

Byssu was used to getting frequent stares for her appearance, but even she was slightly intrigued by the outlandish appearance that this particular figure had. Purple skin, purple scales, horns, and green eyes? Something was quite unique with them. Byssu did her best to not stare, but as the figure continued to approach Byssu began to grow concerned. Her instincts from her days as a Gridania guard began to kick in as she assessed the threat that this person might be.

As a benefit they didn't seem hostile, despite their serious look, but beyond that Byssu was concerned for the safety of the kits that she had taken under her temporary charge while Suki had gone out to find the last one. Byssu's concern escalated as the new figure approached the house nonchalantly. Byssu's eyes flicked to the kits and then back, and her stance shifted just slightly. It would be barely noticeable, but Byssu had taken on a defensive stance. She didn't want to project an air of hostility, but she also didn't want to be unprepared in the event that whoever the approaching figure was decided that they were going to be a threat to any of the kits or the home that Byssu was waiting outside of.

As the figure went inside, Byssu's concern jumped. The kits had gone inside and so even though the strange person she had just seen go by didn't seem hostile, Byssu didn't really like the idea of leaving the kits in there with them alone. It went against the authority that she had, but Byssu stepped briskly and followed in the footsteps of the passing stranger and stepped into the house herself. Taking on an authoritative tone, something which her time with the guard force had given her a lot of practice, Byssu asked a question towards the stranger that had allowed themselves in. "Excuse me, miss. May I ask why you have entered into this home? As far as I understand it is currently in contested ownership between a guild and another party. I would like to know which of the two you belong in."

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Location: Swathe Street Commons, refreshments area. Interacting with:@Opposition@SandyGunfox@Atrophy

”Ah, nuts… We’ve got a situation over here!”

“Excuse me, but a warning?”

Glory took a deep breath to center herself as she felt someone jab verbal nails into her spine. Turning to look at the new voice she was surprised to see that Lott, of all people, was the person verbally raking Glory over the coals. Wasn’t she supposed to be busy with Mayor Gatch’s campaign? Why was she here drinking? Glory could easily smell the alcohol on Lott’s breath from this distance. Steeling herself, Glory began to respond. “It’s generally been advised that we issue warnings before detaining people in this specific instance, as us detaining certain people could be seen as-”

Glory was then interrupted in her explanation by the woman she had been talking to before beginning to act up once again. If people were paying attention, they might notice the shift in stance that Glory took. Her feet were placed a bit further apart than normal, and her legs began to visibly tense as she prepared for hand to hand combat due to Della raising dual karate-chops against Glory. However, when Della began to dig about in her coat, Glory began to become quite concerned with what exactly that square object was. Previously it hadn’t been considered a threat, but now that it was actively being reached for Glory was immensely concerned about what it might be.

It wasn’t until Glory heard the fans running that she was able to make an accurate guess: A deck. Most people with laptops didn’t leave them running all the time, but Netrunners were a bit different, at least as far as Glory heard. A few of them shut their decks off on a regular basis to allow the parts to cool down, but some others didn’t. They ran the devices constantly, and often to critical temperatures. A few liked to claim that the times when they were at the edge of emergency shutdown from the heat were the times where their deck performed best.

This new piece of information changed the situation drastically. What didn’t help was that, as if on cue, Samsara also stepped into the room shortly after his name was mentioned. The look on his face told Glory that the two did, in fact, know one another. What happened afterward set several alarm bells off in Glory’s head as Della began to run towards Samsara. Now yelling, Glory barked a harsh order at Della the moment she began to run. ”Freeze and put your hands in the air away from the cyberdeck!”

Too little, too late. Not like Della would’ve obeyed anyway. She was already limp by the time Glory was able to move. ”Fuck. That’s not good.” rolled through Glory’s mind. It was against protocol to yank cables out of people since there could potentially be harmful feedback from disrupting the connection. Instead, Glory began to reach for her handcuffs as she approached the now-limp Netrunner. Tapping her security badge, Glory gave an order to Samsara. “Mr. Washington, I’m going to have to ask that you step away. Her actions warrant detaining and questioning. Do not attempt to retrieve anything from her person, as it is all now considered evidence. You will also most likely need to come in for questioning, so please don’t go far.”

With that said, Glory knelt down next to Della and grabbed one of her wrists. With a flick, she opened one of the cuffs and was about to slap it closed around Della’s wrist when a distinct mechanical whirring caught her attention. Glory looked up as she delayed putting the cuff on Della for now. It took her a few moments to trace the sound, but she eventually saw it: The security cameras were going haywire. Glory was able to quickly put two and two together, and one wonderful word rolled through her head. ”Fuck.”

It was then that she heard a distinct vibrating coming from Lott’s phone. The kind of vibrating the phones don’t normally produce. Glory could only assume that Lott’s phone was also being assaulted, which further complicated the situation. Standing up again, Glory turned to Lott briefly and stated an unfortunate fact. ”That phone is also now considered evidence, it will be examined by our technical staff for details about what exactly has happened and then returned to you when the investigation is concluded.”

With that said, Glory sensed more motion from the Netrunner behind her. Spinning around, Glory watched as she pulled the plug from her neck and then whispered something extremely alarming: “I’m having a heart attack.”

This sent Glory into an entirely new set of actions. Pressing two fingers to her earpiece, Glory activated her microphone and began to speak quickly. ”This is Glory, Code 2, 11-41 at the refreshments area. Subject claims heart attack. Additional, Code 2, Code 8. Subject has caused security camera failure and we need additional physical presence. I’m going to be accessing the speaker system briefly. Glory out.”

Lowering her fingers from her ear, Glory twisted the tuning knob on her radio and the overhead announcement speakers crackled for a moment as they activated. Raising her fingers to her ear again, Glory began to speak once more. ”This is a member of the security team. We have a situation in the refreshments area and a medical team is on the way. I’m going to need everyone in the refreshments area to calmly leave in an orderly fashion. Additionally, I’m going to request that everyone in any area between the main entrance and the refreshments area please move out of the way as well so that medical can get in quickly. Thank you for your cooperation.”

With that said, Glory lowered her fingers from her ear yet again and turned back to Lott, who was surprisingly being spoken to by the woman she had given a card to earlier. With no time for idle chatter, Glory issued the both of them a polite yet stern command. “That meant the both of you, too. I’m required to stay here as security, but you two are not, and are thus required to leave. Also, Lott, I'll be taking your phone as evidence. Sorry.”

Glory raised a hand towards Lott and spoke one final time. “After you've given me your phone so I can submit it to evidence, please be sure to exit in a calm and orderly fashion. I’ll handle things from here. Thank you for your cooperation.”

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Location: Swathe Street Commons, refreshments area. Interacting with:@Opposition

”I need you to do the opposite of what you’ve been doing.”

Glory’s ears perked up when she heard a distinct “I mean, fuck Gatch. Doesn’t the world have enough dirt on him?” come from one of the crowds of people that were loitering near the refreshments table. Her eyes began to dart around now, looking for where that sound might’ve come from. Unfortunately, Glory couldn’t tell who might’ve been the one saying that. It was likely something that a lot of people were thinking, but for someone to express it a bit louder than the general murmur of the crowd was a bit concerning. Opinions that were as volatile as that one are what started heated arguments, and heated arguments are what typically caused fights to start. Fights were what Glory was explicitly here to prevent.

Thankfully, nothing seemed to come of it after a few moments, so Glory took a breath and shifted a bit. Pushing herself out of the indiscreet corner that she had settled into to avoid drawing attention to herself and now shifted into a more central location, standing with her back against the outer wall of the refreshments area with her arms folded. This was a much more obvious position, and was a part of Glory’s Knight Enterprise playbook. Typically, most people wanted their security to be invisible. Not seen unless it’s needed to be seen. That was the purpose for Glory tucking herself into the indiscreet corner. People weren’t going to be looking in that direction on a routine basis, and so Glory was relatively invisible. Just the way she wanted to be.

Now, however, Glory was much more visible. The outer wall was where everyone looked first when entering into the refreshments area, and as such everyone that entered would see Glory. This was a deliberate move to subliminally remind everyone that there was in fact security in the area, and what they were doing was being monitored. Hopefully, this would be enough to cool the jets on whoever had made that unfortunately loud comment earlier.

However, despite Glory projecting a bit more force than was typically accepted at these events, someone was a bit eager to cause a fuss. ”Does anyone have any preventable diseases on hand?’ rang out from the area again, and this time Glory was capable of finding the source fairly quickly. It was the odd woman she had spotted from before, Pressing two fingers to her ear, Glory clicked her transceiver and spoke quickly and quietly into the microphone. ”This is Glory. Code 415 in progress at refreshments area. Moving to defuse the situation.”

The tension that wormed its way into the crowd was palpable. What had previously been a calm dull roar had become a stiff silence, even if only for a little while. Glory's job was to make sure that these events went as smoothly as they could, and incidents like this actively made her job more difficult. The whispered questions were contributing to the rising tension. This was a situation that Glory needed to fix, and it needed fixing now.

Pushing herself off the wall, Glory moved quickly. She wove her way through the crowd, pushing people aside gently when needed. When she was within reach of Delilah, Glory gave her three firm taps on the shoulder as she moved into her field of vision before speaking with a calm yet firm tone to her voice. ”Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask that you refrain from shouting out questions like that. You’re likely to cause a panic. This is officially just a warning, but please see to it that you don’t continue to disturb the peace.” Glory shifted her posture and placed her hands firmly on her hips. She stood a fair bit taller than Delilah, so even though her job wasn’t to intimidate, she probably accomplished that too.

Not the intended effect, but if it worked, it worked. Glory wasn’t about to start hating her winnings from the genetic lottery. They were part of what got her this job in the first place.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Location: Apartment -> Swathe Street Commons. Interacting with: Nobody in particular, but taking a glance at a few people.

It was supposed to be a lazy day.

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For Amelia, today had been rather slow. Knight Enterprise was having most of its workforce contracted out for the rally at the Swathe Street Commons, but Amelia wasn’t one of the lucky ones that got to attend the rally in person. Not that she really minded. The lack of things to do gave her time to relax and focus on herself for a change. Currently, this meant that Amelia was sitting comfortably on her couch in her apartment, munching on a burger. She didn’t have her TV on, wanting to give herself a break from listening to random noise for once. For Amelia, this was momentary bliss.

Unfortunately for Amelia, this momentary bliss was shattered when her cell phone began to ring. Setting her half-eaten burger down and grabbing a napkin to wipe her hands and mouth with, Amelia grabbed her phone and looked at the small screen on the front. The fact that it read ‘WORK - IMPORTANT’ made her heart swell and sink at the same time. Something to do, but no more lazy time. flicking it open before putting it to her ear, Amelia answered with a professional tone to her voice, as was expected. “This is Glory, go ahead … Jenkins is out sick? … Oh, that’s bad … Swathe Street Commons? Yeah, I can get there … Is there a dress code? … Alright. I’m on the move. Bye.”

Flicking her phone closed, Amelia grabbed her half finished burger and began to ruthlessly bite away at it. Leaving food uneaten was a good way to get an ant infestation… And it was a good burger besides. Once she was done, Amelia hopped up from her couch and took a moment to wash her hands. After drying them she began to step quickly around her apartment. Grabbing her gear, Amelia stepped out into the hallway and locked her apartment door behind her before heading for the parking garage where her motorcycle was kept. Plugging her key into a small slot in the back of the seat, Amelia pulled the seat upward and pulled a motorcycle helmet from the internal storage. Pushing the seat back down, Amelia gently pushed her helmet into place and tightened the straps around her chin. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

Pulling her key from the storage lock, Amelia straddled her bike and plugged the key into the ignition before pushing her way out of the parking spot. Swathe Street Commons wasn't too far away. As Amelia cruised along the streets, she thought about what her boss had told her: Jenkins had developed a really nasty case of shingles, and so he had to drop out of work at the last second to get treatment, which left them short staffed for the rally today. Amelia was one of the people who was on the reserve list, and had been called in to fill in the empty slot. Simple, but it robbed Amelia of her lazy day.

After a few minutes of driving, Amelia pulled into the parking lot of the central square suites. Pulling the key from the ignition, Amelia stored her helmet in the storage beneath the motorcycle seat and dug out her contacts case. Opening it gently, Amelia placed the pink contacts into her eyes, briefly washing the world in pink. It took a few moments for the smart systems to activate, but once they did that pink hue rapidly faded from her vision as the color correction kicked in.

Amelia began to walk quickly towards the Central Square suites, looping the earpiece that her transceiver had and keying into the security channels that her boss had mentioned in the phone call before she left. As soon as she was connected instinct took over her vocal cords and she spelled out a standard security greeting. ”This is Glory of Knight Enterprise, replacing a missing security team member. Clearance code 3374. Where do you want me? … Copy that. Out.”

Stopping just before she entered in the main door, Glory adjusted her jacket to make sure that the Knight Enterprise logo on the shoulder was clearly visible, and then on top of that retrieved her security badge and clipped it to the other side of her jacket. Then she checked to make sure the draw-lock on her holster was in place and nodded to herself before pulling open the front door and stepping into the Central Square suites. Flashing her badge at the front inspection officers, Glory was waved along and quickly made her way to where she was wanted: The refreshments table.

Along the way, she caught a glance of a few important people: Serena Petrukov, Johnny Lovecraft, and Kay were all leaving through the elevators. ”Well, I don’t have to keep track of them, at least.” came to Glory’s mind. The three of them were tagged as high priority troublemakers. Though, naturally, Serena was also on the VIP list, so Glory had to keep her safe despite the antics she got up to. Those three being out of the picture made her job easier.

Rounding a small corner, Glory additionally caught a glimpse of Samsara Washington. Making a mental note of where he was, Glory was moving on when she caught a glimpse of someone nearby. It barely registered when Glory first saw them, but the retro looking 3-D glasses made her do an ocular double-take. Glory didn’t know her. But the awkward lump beneath the coat they were half-wearing caused her suspicion to begin churning. It was too large and too square to be a gun, though. Glory stuffed her suspicions down and made a mental note to keep an eye out for them.

Something else jumped out at her eye now, a woman slipping through the crowd, following a drone that was following someone else. A reporter? Probably. They would be the most likely people to have drones around, as they were a popular use for cameras. Glory ignored it for now, as she had other places to be that were of higher priority than chasing down an obvious-looking journalist.

Approaching the refreshments area, Glory found an indiscreet corner and gently slid into it. Sliding her hands into her jacket pockets, Glory did her best to look busy and distracted while she kept an eye on the crowds moving and shifting. During this time, she spotted two more people. One she knew, and one she didn’t. Lott was having a conversation with someone, Amelia couldn’t make out any details, but when Lott handed the other woman a card Amelia figured it might be related to the great game that was going on currently. ”Remember your neutrality. You are here to protect the gears of the political machine, not throw yourself into them.”

With that, all Glory could do was keep watch and wait and see what would happen. Hopefully, nothing would happen. Hopefully. Glory knew better than to hope for something like that in a time like this, but at least she was capable of hoping for something.

Better than just wallowing in despair, anyway.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Amelia "Glory" Batalia

G L O R Y
25 | Female | 6’2” | AB+

General Information

“I solemnly swear to devote my life and abilities...”

NAME: Amelia Batalia

ALIASES // TITLES: Glory. Chosen as part of an alias initiative to help protect the identity of security operators at Knight Enterprise.

SEX: Female

AGE: Twenty five.

APPEARANCE:

Image Reference

Amelia stands at a grand six feet and two inches tall, which is far above the normal average for females. This is one of the most obvious indicators that Amelia hit the genetic lottery. Amelia’s skin is a fair cream color, and is blemish free thanks to an intense self-care routine. Amelia’s short, bob cut hair is light brown and frequently a bit messy. Amelia’s eyes are green, and she was blessed with unerring 20/20 vision. However, her eyes typically appear pink due to the special contacts she wears on a regular basis.

Amelia’s overall body shape is toned and athletic, which is both mandated and maintained by her chosen career. Amelia’s bust is fairly generous, another example of how she hit the genetic lottery. For clothing, what Amelia wears depends on what she’s doing at the time, but the outfit she typically defaults to is a white shirt with a dark blue jacket with a yellow interior and yellow faux-fur collar lining. This dark blue jacket also has a layer of kevlar sewn into to provide Amelia with some additional protection. On the right shoulder of this jacket is a Knight Enterprise patch.

Amelia also keeps a pair of aviator style sunglasses propped up on her forehead, though she does have a case for them if needed. Amelia also has a pair of heavy-duty shooting gloves that she wears. The right glove is missing it’s index finger cover by design, and allows for the shooter to maintain all flexibility in their trigger finger so as to ensure maximum control and accuracy.

Amelia also wears a pair of denim hotpants with a brown leather belt. Hooked into this belt is a brown leather holster and tactical pouch combo. This holster is also bound to her right thigh by two additional straps and is supported by double band webbing wrapping around her waist. Amelia wears one stocking on her left leg, as when she tried wearing one on both legs it caused too many issues with the holster. Finally, Amelia wears a pair of heavy-duty work boots that have both steel-toe inserts and reinforced soles to give Amelia a firm grip on nearly any surface, even ones that are typically too slick for good contact.

OCCUPATION: Amelia’s current occupation is employment at a small security firm known as Knight Enterprise. They’re barely big enough to be on the map, but their overall lack of corruption and cheaper pricing means that they manage to score big contracts from time to time. Currently, Amelia is contracted out as general campaign security, meaning that she’s travelling to basically anywhere a speech or rally is being held to provide on-site security.

Psychological Profile

“For once in this business, my closet is clean.”

Honorable | Rigid | Reliable | By-the-Book | Punctual | Overzealous

PERSONAL GOAL: Amelia doesn’t really have a personal investment in the current election, but she is contracted out to provide security for the duration of it, so she is obligated to remain around and protect all speaking candidates, regardless of platform.

Outside of the campaign, Amelia has a desire to bust some of the members of the old gangs she fell in with. Most of the people there, at least as far as Amelia remembers, were just lost kids that couldn't get a job. However, high up on the ladder were some genuinely bad people, and Amelia wants to do her best to see them behind bars.

CAMPAIGN GOAL: Amelia wants to see the world improved and personally views The Central Party as the best party to do that, but doesn't support Joshua Gatch due to the fact that unemployment rose while he was mayor. Unfortunately, nobody else has garnered the support of the central party and Amelia has been left politically hamstrung because of it. Interestingly, despite her overall favoring of the central party's ideals, Amelia privately favors Chen Dao due to his outreach towards less-advantaged people with his augmentation monasteries.

However, Amelia is still publicly neutral and doesn't openly advocate for any one candidate as part of her security contract.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Amelia is a moral and upstanding person that generally doesn’t deal under the table. Unlike some of the stories that come out of The Enforcers, Amelia doesn’t take bribes and doesn’t like to deviate from standing orders unless it’s proven to be absolutely necessary. She also doesn’t like to gossip while on the job, and remembers that company secrets are, in fact, company secrets and not something to disclose on a regular basis.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY: Amelia’s political life is rather uninteresting, but she does generally support The Central Party since she views it as the least problematic of all the parties. She knows that it’s not perfect, but she likes the fact that it doesn’t seem to have an agenda that actively forces people to change their lifestyle. She doesn’t exactly approve of The Central Parties dealings with some of the more extreme megacorporations, but tells herself that hopefully, in the end, the government will “wash its hands” when the time comes.

SECRETS: When Amelia was a teen, she used to fall in with street gangs and various muscle groups because she grew up in a poorer area and it was difficult to find sustainable work. She didn’t quite do anything illegal herself, but the mere involvement with some of them would be grounds for a thorough interrogation, especially since Amelia now works in private security.

FEARS: Amelia’s greatest fear is losing her job in security, since it’s been one of the most stable jobs that she’s ever had and she had to work incredibly hard to earn the position. Aside from that, she does have the general fear that she’ll be caught up in a firefight and have her life ended by a single lucky shot, though she tries to remind herself that this is the risk she accepted when she chose to work in the field of security.

REPUTATION: How the world views Amelia is generally dependent on their own moral standing. People who like to operate lawfully generally consider Amelia to be a likable person that is an easy hire for most situations. Those who like to get their hands dirty typically try to avoid hiring Amelia, as her upstanding nature will typically cause them a headache since she’ll typically be at odds with their disregard for protocol.

LIKES:

List

Practicing her shooting.
Exercising.
Taking long showers.
Nice food, particularly burgers.
Sweets, in particular pocky.

DISLIKES:

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Insects, especially insects in her apartment.
Having people in her personal space for longer than a minute.
Sour foods.
Having food expire.
Being covered in filth.

QUIRKS:

List.

Amelia carries around an excessive amount of ammo for her gun.

Amelia’s favorite phrase is “I would rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it”, which helps to explain why she carries so much ammo.

Amelia still has a teddy bear from when she was young. Thanks to modern materials it’s still durable, but Amelia likes to keep it hidden.

Amelia snores a little, but denies it.

Surprisingly, Amelia’s genetics are rather compatible with cybertechnology. If she were to get augmented, her body would take to it well.

Background Information

”The future is shaped by the past, but with enough defiance you can shrug off a bad start to something.”

Amelia’s background is fairly standard for someone growing up below the poverty line in the modern era. Her parents were poor, and thus she was also poor. Luckily for Amelia, she did have the advantage of winning the genetic lottery. Her physical capabilities, being above average, allowed her to excel in rapidly growing job fields like security. Since she didn’t have the money for a gym membership, Amelia honed her body by running and jumping around the slums of the reclaim zone that she grew up in, effectively teaching herself parkour as she went.

However, Amelia didn’t get into a security firm right away. They simply weren’t looking for new hires in her area, and so Amelia fell in with some local gangs and muscle groups. Amelia was kept rather low tier in the gangs, partially because she wasn't very good at actually delivering threats to people, and partially because the people in power wanted to keep as many people as downtrodden as possible in order to stay in power. However, Amelia's life with the gangs was shattered when she was told to intimidate a shopkeeper for protection money on her own. She was given a screwdriver and told to put it through their kneecap should they not have the money. Amelia bounced along happily, as this was just normal business to her and people usually coughed the money up pretty quickly. She was also eager to "prove herself" after having been near the bottom of the ladder for months.

When Amelia arrived at the shop, she picked the lock on the back door and snuck inside. There she found the owner, and her worldview shattered. The owner was old and withered, confined to a wheelchair with his legs mangled beyond repair. He glared at Amelia angrily before beginning to shout at her. "Oh, here to 'collect' again, are you?! Huh, punk?!" He began to wheel himself towards Amelia aggressively, and Amelia turned and ran, dropping the screwdriver as she went.

Confronted with the harsh reality of her gang work, Amelia's view shattered. She never went back to the "hub house" to report what had happened. She instead ducked into a random bar to hide. The gangs never really bothered with the bars, mainly because they were one of the few places in the slums that made enough money to afford security. Luckily for Amelia, there was a recruiting officer there that night. With nowhere else to go, Amelia begged for a job. Thankfully, he said yes.

Amelia's former comrades in crime never heard from her in person again, but a few news reports featuring her have riled them up. They're furious that she's "gone legit" and abandoned their operation. However, thanks to the alias initiative that Knight Enterprise put in place, they know little about her current whereabouts, and even then only a few remember her. However, those few have become powerful people within the gangs and might become a thorn in Amelia's side should they learn where she's working.

Amelia has been working for Knight Enterprise since she was twenty three, and was only recently assigned to the campaign trail after a college of hers developed a really nasty case of shingles and had to be submitted to a local hospital for treatment. Knight Enterprise was never one to leave a contract short staffed, and so Amelia was dispatched to fill in the gap.

Operative Information

“This is Glory, go ahead.”

AUGMENTATIONS:

XL-001 SERIES "BONEBREAKERS"

Not yet released to public market, the Bonebreakers are a pair of highly cutting edge cyberarms that were due to be announced and presented after the upcoming debate in order to best ride the wave of media attention that the debate is generating. Designed primarily for military applications, the Bonebreakers inflict a radical lifestyle change to anyone they're implanted onto. Firstly, the arms are approximately 50% larger than average human bodybuilder arms, and have a 10% longer reach. In return, these arms are jam packed full of the strongest and most precise synthligaments that currently exist. From a user perspective, the arms will feel like a naturally limitless extension of themselves. From a receiver perspective, the arms are absolutely brutal war machines.

Capable of snapping bone as easy as paper is folded, hence the name, the arms require a huge degree of restraint in day to day usage. Internal testing has shown that recipients often struggle with manipulation of average sized objects at first, even though it is technically possible with enough dexterity. In addition, objects made of glass, like cups, frequently crack and break when in the hands of inexperienced operators who aren't used to the incredible amount of power each arm is capable of. Along with that, most average clothing becomes nearly impossible to wear, and a majority of users have reported that they opted to switch to tanktops or tube tops and baggy pants to try and accommodate the increased bulk and difficulty of dressing.

The Bonebreakers that Glory was installed with, intended to be used to accrue investors, have been additionally augmented with reinforced armor plating and a pair of internal razor claws in the fingertips. Officially, these claws are to aid in climbing efforts by allowing the user to dig into hard surfaces, but off the record they also make for excellent weapons.

EQUIPMENT:

Amelia’s equipment

Amelia’s gun: FuryTech “Grizzly” .50 AE handgun.

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Grizzly is Amelia’s handgun and weapon of choice for security detail. It’s chambered for the beastly .50 Action Express cartridge, and holds seven rounds total per magazine. Amelia has chosen to specialize in this large caliber specifically because of the growing influence of dermal implant armor combined with standard body armor.

Amelia has also had her Grizzly modified with what is known as a “Smartgun System” that feeds weapon data to a pair of synced Augmented Reality (AR) supporting devices, be these cybereyes, glasses, goggles, or contacts lenses. Amelia’s smartgun features are slightly inferior compared to other smartguns because she uses a pair of contact lenses to sync up with her gun instead of the widely accepted cybereye implant. The most obvious aspect of the smartgun system is the camera it uses to gather information to feed its various assisting tools. On Amelia’s gun in specific, the recoil spring plug was replaced with a camera. Since this is in a very active part of the gun, the camera has specifically been heavily reinforced and all optional hardening upgrades have been added to it. Including the lens being made out of ballistic-rated materials that are virtually impossible to damage indirectly. So, essentially, Amelia doesn’t have to worry about the camera lens getting scratched up and her smartgun feeding her incorrect information, or that the recoil of her gun will break the internal parts of the camera.

In combat, Amelia’s smartgun features the following information displayed in a HUD or floating around the weapon depending on circumstance:

Distance to target.
Remaining ammunition.
Trajectory projection laser to assist with aiming. (Visible exclusively to Amelia’s AR contacts.)
Bullet drop/sway calculation, with the trajectory projection laser adjusted accordingly.
If the gun has the safety engaged or not.

When Amelia engaged maintenance mode on the smartgun system it instead gives her a different display of more technical data that can be used to check if the gun needs repairs, this includes information like heat buildup in the gun, material stress, and part wear. It also keeps track of the time between maintenance sessions and warns Amelia when the gun needs a routine disassembly and cleaning.

Amelia typically keeps one magazine loaded in her gun with a round in the chamber and the safety on, and carries no less than six additional magazines in her tactical pouches.

FuryTech “Smart” Contacts.

These contacts are what house the smartlink technology that’s linked to Amelia’s gun, as well as augmented reality (AR) technology. As a way of differentiating them from regular contacts, they’re colored pink. When worn, they color correct to eliminate the pink hue and then provide an unobstructive AR HUD. Features of this hud include:

Time.
Weather alerts.
Location of smartgun linked weapons.
Smartgun smartlink.
Light and glare correction.
GPS.

Sunglasses: Amelia’s aviator sunglasses aren’t anything special. She just likes wearing them for when it’s too bright for the smart contacts to correct entirely.

Handcuffs: Amelia has two pairs of well-made handcuffs should someone need serious detaining.

Radio: Amelia has a high end handheld transceiver, and it includes an earpiece for when Amelia needs her hands free.

Cellphone: Amelia carries a flip-phone styled cellphone. It lacks some of the functions of a more modern design, but since Amelia’s work-mandated programs can either use AR or don’t mandate a touchscreen, Amelia is able to get away with the older form factor.

SKILLS:

Marksmanship: Amelia is a good shot with her pistol, and can even manage good long-range shots due to the great power retention over distance that the powerful .50 AE rounds provide.

Close Combat Training: Given that Amelia’s primary weapon is a pistol, she’s also opted to train herself in hand to hand combat for defense in the event that someone manages to rush her at a bad moment. In specific, she’s been trained in a mix of boxing and wrestling.

Attention to detail: Amelia’s security training involved picking out minute differences between setups and paying careful attention to security cameras, and as such she’s capable of spotting small differences that would indicate something has been tampered with, and she’s good at watching a dozen security screens at once for suspicious activity.

Athletics: Amelia doesn’t skimp on her personal fitness, and has gotten some more official training on parkour ever since she joined Knight Enterprise. Amelia’s stamina allows her to run for approximately forty minutes without stopping.

FLAWS:

“Protocol dictates…”: Amelia is extremely strict about protocol. This is a bit of a double edged sword in that while it makes her look good to her superiors, it means that it also takes her a long time to accomplish some things that could be accomplished much quicker by some others. As an example: sending all evidence off for testing and letting the “thinkers” at Knight Enterprise get it correct instead of risking getting something wrong. Meanwhile, the person responsible has already managed to get out of the scene and is well on their way to a safehouse.

Structurally dependant: Amelia is highly dependant on having a good chain of command, clear orders, and consistent communication with the other members of the security detail. Should she be forced to improvise without any kind of commanding officer, her ability to effectively respond to a situation will be extensively hindered.

Rigidity: Amelia has been given extensive scenario training, and unfortunately it’s been effective at drilling specific situations into her without room for adaptation. Amelia will frequently be quick to come up with a plan, but her plans are almost always the same and simple pattern recognition will allow people to interpret what she’ll do next with ease.

Overzealousness: Amelia is frequently keen to see something through to completion, even if it’s something small that really doesn’t need to be figured out. Thus, her time is easily consumed by menial work, like filling out situation reports. When Amelia dedicates herself to a task she works until it’s done, frequently at the expense of getting anything else done.

NOTES:

Amelia’s personal vehicle is an Engitech Mirage motorcycle.

Knight Enterprise is a medium-level security agency that has the resources to branch out an open another office in another megaregion. However, due to a lack of locations to expand to without serious competition in a rapidly saturating market, Knight Enterprise has decided to keep it's strength collected in the reclaim zone.

The gangs and muscle groups the Amelia used to be a part of have, in the years that she's been away from them, fused into a collective known as the "Reavers of the Lost and the Damned." On the surface, they frequently tout that they provide opportunities for people who aren't taken in by places like Knight Enterprise and other growing job markets, but within the group there exists a "high table" of extremely influential people that use The Reavers as their personal army. Unfortunately, a few of the people who still hold a grudge against Amelia for leaving them and joining Knight Enterprise have seats at the high table. Latest reports put the number of associates at about one-hundred.

Amelia’s relations with others.

Character name	Relationship
The Flux Shaman	”Them? Uh… To be honest, I only know what we’ve got on file about them, and to be even more honest their file is about as large as a kitchen napkin. Seriously, it’s like three paragraphs. They’ve hit the Knight Enterprise servers a few times, probably doing some kind of job, but outside of that I don’t really do too much computer stuff. The tech guys groan every time they find any evidence that they’ve been around, though.”
Stella Solomon	”Stella’s a pretty nice bartender. I’ve seen her a few times, and her drinks are top-notch. She sure does like her gossip though, and I’ve also heard of a few idiots getting chewed out the next morning for being a little too friendly with Stella from time to time. Put a few glasses of hard liquor in them and they like to forget that complaining about the “massive amount of patrol duty” they’re doing is a company secret.”
Citizen K	”Citizen K… You know how I said that The Flux Shaman’s file is a napkin big? Well, Citizen K is a bit bigger than that, but it’s all filled with hearsay. We know that they were involved in a mixed bag of gang activity and black-hat cybercrime, but at the same time we have nothing that we can actually pin on them. So Citizen K’s file fits on two napkins. Not one.”
Johnny Lovecraft	”Okay, so this one doesn’t fit on a napkin. And we get a name that sounds like it belongs to a human! Johnny here is your pretty standard modern merc: Little regard for the law, no goals outside of more money and more power, and previously a part of the scrapteam. The main concern is that someone beat out Gatch on hiring him. At the very least, he isn’t augmented. Can you imagine the amount of hell someone could raise with ambitions like that if they were augmented? Nasty stuff.”
Lott Ramana	”Who? … Oh! Her! Green earrings! Yes I remember now. She seems pretty nice, and she appears to know Stella pretty well. I haven’t had the chance to interact with her too much but I don’t think that I’d have anything to dislike about her. ...Well, maybe one thing. Her karaoke could… Use just a little bit of work. Just a little! Okay, maybe more than a little… But it’s workable!”