tfd

Neon Lights

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Would like to point out there is another Fixer on the docket competing for that slot, i just forgot to mention you since i was rushing in the morning...unless this is a backhanded way of saying Romanov lost out on that competition.

@Lonewolf685

Nope! I just didn't see it as I was scanning through. Sorry!

I'll look them both over and see who's more fit after discussing with Dead.

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop should be enough to judge

WIP

Jordan Faux

"Ain't nothin in this world for free, but what ever you're after, I can make ya a pretty good deal on it."
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the other guy!"

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LOOKS

Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'

PSYCHE

Jordan has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a temper but knows how to keep it in check. (Most the time) He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating. Most of all he's an opportunist. His weakness, like most men, he likes to drink and flirt.

HEAT.

"None"

Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they didn't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.

STREET CRED

"Small-time"

He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.

THE STORY

Jordan grew up without a father in the slummiest of slums, surrounded by constant gangs at war. So it was no surprise when he eventually fell into one. He wasn't the biggest kid or the fastest but he worked the hardest. He was ambitious and hungry for a life better than the one he had, for himself and his dear mother.
He wasn't tough, he didn't have the goods nor the money. But soon he realised he didn't need any of that. With his swift tongue and sharp mind he played the part of the middle man. He brought the goods and the money together taking his cut along the way. He had to work twice as hard doing all the leg work and taking double the risks but he never gave up.
'Always act like you have an ace up your sleeve' is his silent mantra and the key to his rock solid confidence. Without that he would probably be dead by now.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Clothing and Armour (45EB)

• Kevlar clothing - 45EB

Weapons (35EB)

[**] Federated Arms X-38 - 35EB

Implants (1885 EB)

• Nasal filters - 60EB
• Gill Toxin filters - 200EB
• Mr Studd - 300EB
• Sub dermal pocket - 200EB
• Adrenal booster - 400EB
• T-Maxx cyberliver - 450EB
• Chemical analyser - 200EB
• Booze master - 75EB

TOTAL: 1865EB

...AND THE REST

@Dark Light

edit: tbd. gonna talk with dead. :) still nice app though.
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Erin Blake - Rockergirl

☠ Erin Blake ☠

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"Stay down or stay dead."

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LOOKS
What Erin lacks in size and height, she more than makes up for in unique appearances. A short woman of twenty years, her dull gray hair-which may or may not have been permanently dyed at some point-is kept in a shaggy ponytail and her orange eyes, usually devoid of caring, light up with fury when placed under the heat of the stage lights. She also likes to go for the punk school girl look when she can as part of her stage appearance. Because of this, she will always opt for a skirt, school shirt, and jacket over her armor in public coupled with some makeup, and maybe fake fangs too on stage. For some reason that tends to reel in the big money and lower quite a few guards down.

PSYCHE
Erin is a quiet girl who ironically has the perfect voice for screamos and other such punk concerts. While appearing lackluster on the talking front in anywhere else, she takes a complete turn of persona on stage, becoming a mad and raving beast of metal musical power. Still, that’s just the stage character talking; the real Erin doesn’t much care for others aside from a select few and won’t question shooting someone up for the sake of the gang. As long as it pays her, she has no qualms with sentimentality and empathy.

HEAT
Nothing too significant given most of the public knows her only as her stage get-up, Scratch Metal. She’s had her fair share of celebrity stalkers and nutjob fans of course but a few bullets can do wonders in keeping people silenced forever. If she’s pissed anyone off, it’s because she’s ignored them on the street or didn’t give them an autograph.

STREET CRED

Small but persistent. Despite her reputation musically, she’s still just a local one-man band. Her popularity depends mostly on word of mouth.

THE STORY- ROCKERGIRL
At some point, Erin had considered becoming a cop for the sake of patrolling the rampant streets of Night City. For some reason, she had a morbid fascination with the blatant police brutality and overall violence witnessed in the world around her. Evidently, that sort of thinking changed soon enough when she met a woman by name of Romanov Borsky. Lacking a child prodigy herself, the “doctor” took Erin under her wing and convinced her of much more promising aspects for her talent.

After all, it was Romanov who had suggested Erin take up the rockergirl gig in attempts to make a few extra cash on the side. Seeing nothing else better to do with her life, Erin became a business partner of sorts to the older woman, the two of them going strong in their money-making ways. That wasn’t to say Erin had completely forgotten her shoddy and self-learned cop training though; it was Romanov even still who taught her how to use a gun.

Still, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere on their own, and so when an upstart gang began collecting for members Erin jumped at the chance for better profit. After all, shooting people up and singing equaled money at the end of the day anyway. It just so happened that Romanov followed her lead, still all too eager to groom the young girl into something worth her amusement.

As such, Erin likens herself as the gang’s method to a quick buck, pulling off small-time shows and stunts whenever she can as "Scratch Metal”, the uppity middle-finger to authority and society who screams her lungs out over the mic. Of course, she’s not above putting bullets in people for the gang either; whatever gets her pay day. There’s also the fact that her sister is a complete fucking psychopath too. But that’s not her story to tell.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35

▶ Fed. Arms Tech Assault II: Cost: €400

▶ Hand Taser: Cost: €50

▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50

▶ Flakk Pants: Cost: €200

▶ Detention Collar: Cost: €260

▶ Electric Guitar: Cost: €300

▶ MiniAmp: Cost: €220

▶ Total Cost: €1,515

▶ Remaining Cost: €485

...AND THE REST
Miscellaneous.

@TheWindel

Love it. Badass rockergirl looking to make the extra buck.

@DeadDrop@tfd I was thinking earlier, how will combat and character deaths work in this? It seems like the domain that integration of the tabletop mechanics may work, since it would add that factor of there being very real danger of your character snuffing it, but that might be tricky to manage. I assume it will be GM controlled? Since its unlikely anyone will voluntarily kill off their character.

@Komager

Combat will work like this. In the event that individuals or the entire group gets into combat, we will pull people into the situation and it will become a turn order. Attacker goes first, then defender, unless the defender expects the attacker or has more reflexes because they're cybered up. It'll be our discretion. Once all actions on the player's side is done, we say the results and the enemy movement and actions.

Death is very real in cyberpunk. Fortunately, we like to have fun and let people enjoy the roleplay and their characters, so don't expect death day one. However, do expect death if you deserve it. An example of deserved death, soloing a cybered up ganger with a minigun screaming at the top of his lungs, "DIE, DIE, DIE". That's a warranted death if you do not survive. Any death we rule is just is just, but do know we're sensible with how we do things.

As for deaths themselves... If you're dead, you're dead. Don't think to lose your head means that you're dead, because TraumaTeam has got you covered! If your corpse is still left behind, and you're somewhat salvageable, the world of cyberpunk is here to save you within reason and at a price. A big one.

If you're wondering the "if I die, am I out of the roleplay" shtick... I think we'll deal with it case by case, but you'll probably be free to reapply back into the universe once we deem it okay to do so.

Makes sense? If you have any questions, ask away.

Neon Lights

I'm not sure what my character will be yet but it will be something with guns. Furthermore to the GMs, my character will be connected to @Lonewolf685 and @KoL's characters and vice versa.

@TheWindel

Completely fine. Take all the time you need. If you're looking for a character that specializes with guns and is a gun-nut, solo might be for you. Refer to what I said prior.

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Ok, do you mind if I classify him as solo? You can opt for cop or solo but the backstory sorta sticks to solo from what I see. The differences in roles determine some behind the scenes stuff.

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No prob :)

@DeadDrop

To clarify what he means, a cop is someone who's currently standing in the force. Rogue cops exist, but you're still under the binds of the force.

Solos are anyones who range from guns for hire all the way to professional hitmen.

Your average joe is a solo, because it's the only line of work he can get that's steadily available in this world.

Your solos who are in the career long-term are people who love it like a sport. It's a thrill, and there's constantly business.

Neon Lights

I mainly went with the sovietarm because the standard cyberarm was a full 2000, and seeing as that's literally our entire budget, I decided to go with a cheaper alternative.

@vietmyke

Makes sense. Just remember if something's cheaper, it's usually that way because it's not as good. I like it for your character though. Neo-Soviet equipment dropped onto the blackmarket and sold off until it reached you.

@tfd

I don't begrudge your use of Ghosting, given I don't much want to have my online status always available for viewing, but given that you have only 2 Posts in 2 days and are the Co-GM here, I wanted to ask about how active you are and if you and Dead Drop are communicating outside the OOC.

This isn't a criticism of your competence. From what we've seen your verbose, informative, and do wonders in clearing up some of the more confusing elements here. I'm just concerned how much of a presence you'll have as Co-GM.

@Lonewolf685

I'm as active as I'm needed/as active as I can be. Where Drop isn't as crippled to post, I am, as I have other things I do. I can promise you that after this week, you'll be seeing more of me. Don't worry though, there's two of us for a reason.

I do communicate with Drop outside of this forums, yes. We are good friends.

To end off, I'll have as much presence I'm needed here. Whether it be writing up the story/event, or cracking out various things I'm asked to do.

You have every right to ask questions, don't worry ^^

@tfd

He's kind a mix between a solo and a Media. I would classify him as a Media. The idea I had is he works for the Gang, but very undercover like. So, like you said in the Interest check he is going to be their rat. They keep his identity very much need to know due to him usually finding out information about Corporations or People that are very incriminating. If they knew who he was they would just send out a solo to come kill him. He was put on this path due to the lose of his wife from a corporation doing some shady things and end up with him out of the job.

No one knows really who he is besides the Gang Boss, which is why the character sheet is put as if they are questioning some Rat and him not sure what to say. Since his actual background is so illusive. Obviously the info that was told is true, due to me actually taking the time to write it, but IC wise no one is truly sure(save for the boss).

@Thecrash20

Gotcha. I rememeber this now, just wanted to clarify everything before we kick it off and you're left in a bad spot because of our mistakes. Thanks!

Neon Lights

Haha sorry I was looking at a completely different book. I didn't even remember this one. Cheers.

Soviet arm sounds badass. Just gives me a Bucky vibe. Everyone I've seen so far is a-okay. I love all of the characters :)

Neon Lights

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@Wernher

Almost forgot to edit this one in. I like it and everything about it. The only part that confused me was whether or not you're a corporate or a netrunner, but I'll just assume you're a rich background netrunner. Just remember as a netrunner, your job is more hacking and existing within the virtual world, so try not to play as corporate as 'hacker-hacker-hehexd'.

So this is what I have so far. I haven't gone through the reading in great depth so I can almost guarantee there's a whole tonne of inconsistencies with the lore and errors that will need correcting. I wasn't sure how to tie his story together and bring him into the gang so any advice on that would be very welcome. Of course criticism is welcome, I can change whatever needs to be changed. Once I've nailed down the character I'll work out all his augmentations and armaments etc.

WIP - Nate Dawson

Nate 'Stitch' Dawson

"Please try not to scream. This is probably gonna hurt. A lot."

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LOOKS

Nate is not a physically imposing man, standing at a rather average six feet tall, with a long legs and a slim, wiry build. He always stands slightly slouched or leant on something, creating a casual and relaxed air about him. His hair is jet black, as is the thick stubble that covers his squared jaw. His nose is large and comes to a sharp point. His eyes glow orange from his implants, and he always has an earpiece in his right ear. He often wears a long brown coat lined with red, with black boots and gloves. His outfit is deliberately chosen to make him look larger than he is, partly out of an acute self awareness of his skinny frame making him look an easy target and partly because he finds it more comfortable than tight fitting garb.

PSYCHE

Nate is an easy going, confident man, sure of himself almost to the point of irritating arrogance. Cool under pressure, Nate prioritises efficiency, and almost everything he does is fast and purposeful. When he speaks, he does so for a reason, preferring to avoid idle small talk when possible. Intelligent in his field, Nate is stubborn and struggles to be told he's wrong. When he has ideas and others reject them, he finds himself sulking almost like a child. Despite being talented at his job, many doubt Nate because of his immaturity and childish tendencies.

HEAT.

Nate is known to the police due to his current occupation of performing illegal black market surgeries and installations to people too poor to get treatment in federal hospitals, but is considered a small time criminal and they don't waste their time hunting for him. While his methods aren't always clean, they get the job done, although a few unsatisfied customers have sent thugs after him to collect refunds, leaving a few bumps and bruises in the process. While he'd like to be able to say he does it to help others, it's really because it's easy money, and the demand is high.

STREET CRED

Basically no-one. Those he's helped know his name and tell their friends in need, but he's a far cry from a legend of the streets of Night City.

THE STORY

In hindsight, compared to most others, Nate Dawson had lived a very mundane and sheltered life so far. Nate was born in Old Downtown region of Night City, as the eldest of three children. Nate's father, Jay, was a dockworker, living a life of manual labour, while his mother, Maria, worked as an administrative assistant at the Night City Medical Center. His two younger siblings are his sister Jessica, 4 years his junior, and brother Theo, 6 years younger than him. With both of their parents working shifts often more than 5 days a week, it was usually Nate's job to take care of his younger siblings, even from a very young age.

Nate worked hard in school, with his favourite subjects being biology, chemistry and technical engineering. He dreamed of being an engineer, hoping to set up his own company and develop his own augmentations to sell to the general public, hoping one day he would be able to earn enough money to set his family up comfortably somewhere away from the dark and dangerous Night City. However, this dream never materialised, and when an opening arose for an internship at the Night City Medical Center through his mother, he gratefully jumped at the chance. Seeing it as just a chance to gain some experience and earn a bit of cash, Nate instead got an experience that changed his ambitions entirely. He was adamant he wanted to become a surgeon.

Nate worked hard over the next year and eventually, with a little inside help from his mother, scraped his way into the Night City Medical School. At the NCMS he was in an environment in which he thrived; faced with new and exciting tasks every day, fed more knowledge than one man could ever want. It was here that Nate really grew into the man he is today, learning all the skills he needed to become a surgeon and becoming a confident, calm and collected young man. Nate passed his finals with flying colours and graduated from the NCMS, walking straight into a graduate position as a surgery assistant at the Medical Center, where he would observe and assist a senior surgeon and learn all the procedures and tricks for the job he hoped to inherit.

After two years at the centre, Nate still hadn't progressed to the position of a full surgeon. His boss claimed it was because he wasn't ready, but Nate had meticulously memorised every procedure he had witnessed. Brimming with enthusiasm and charisma, there had never been a man more ready, and Nate felt they were deliberately holding him back. When Nate's father was let go from his job at the docks times were tough, and Nate did all he could to help support his family off his meagre junior surgeon's salary. However, with job searches proving fruitless, his family upped stakes and moved out of the city, moving first to Monterey and then further north to San Francisco when that proved just as unsuccessful. Nate remained in Night City alone, adamant to fulfil his hopes of becoming a surgeon.

Yet Nate made no progress. He had seen new graduates come, ascend and leave in the years he worked there. Eventually he quit, and went freelance. He never informed his family, who still believe he works as a junior surgeon at the NCMC. However, Nate now works as a freelance surgeon, performing black market surgeries and installations of illegally acquired custom augmentations. This is where he earned the nickname 'Stitch', which he often uses as a street name to hide his true identity. The money is much, much better than it was at the center, although it does carry a much greater risk of being shot in the back down a dark alleyway.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Tools, augments, Weapons, other gear. List them off. You automatically have 2000 EB (eurobucks) at start, use it wisely on your weapons. If you choose to start armed (wise in 2020) make sure you name the gun/melee/armor and price)

...AND THE REST

@Komager

I like it. A lot. Just so you know, you being a ripperdoc basically means you need a way to install things yourself. Whether it be extremely painful surgery that could potentially kill someone or an AutoDoc that puts that stuff together for you; albeit, painful, Autodocs are still a lot shorter time. In the future, you'll be asked to detail more on what you're doing, but not to the level where we want you to explain every step if you can not. Med-techs are the geniuses behind putting two things together and wondering, "how do we get that on a human?" You'll have a lot of fun with it, I'm sure. Just remember that you'll literally the one way people can get beefy cyber. Of course, there's competition, but hospitals are not very fond of installing weapons into you, so the ripperdocs feed on those that will pay a pretty penny.

Other than that, med-techs are medics at heart, so don't be afraid to fix up any wounded at your leisure.

Still a WIP, but most of the stuff is there! Read it with a 40's Brooklyn Greaser accent or a Italian Mafia voice for full effect.

Heresssss Johnny!

Johnny "Doe" Wiser

"That is a shame. Guess the local obituary will have a few more names this week..."

LOOKS

Whats he look like? Whats it too 'yah? Eh, whateva. Not like you'll notice him if you find him!
Johnny looks very much like his Role in the gang... Undercover. He doesn't have anything that makes him look too different than the average working man. No noticeable scars, tattoos, or some crazy haircut so many other Gangers are used to flaunting. He is also most always wearing Jeans with a tucked in Shirt and tie and some sort of coat. Dresses always like he has business, because he always does. Best bet would be looking in Gang territory for a man who doesn't look like he belongs and still well known enough to not be fucked with.

PSYCHE

What's Johnny like? Let me tell you about that crazy motherfucker! Or at least from what I heard...

Johnny doesn't give two fucks about 'nothin. His personal safety being one of those. Even with a gun pointed to his head he still has a joke to babble out. For some odd reason it has given him more credit than 9mm to the skull. I mean, it makes sense. Everyone like a Man with huge balls, especially if this Man is a hilarious Wise ass. Look, all you need to know is he doesn't care who or what you are. If he's coming for you he'll find you, stand over you as your Empire of filth and evil burns down around you, and whisper one final words to you: "It was the Aristocrats!". Oh yeah and one last thing, apparently he's a sweetheart personally and has a real bad addiction to cigarettes and Woman. Especially the Woman!

HEAT

I don't even know what the corps is yet. Boop boop boo

STREET CRED

Only his Big boss knows this. Ask that schmuck. Next!

He's nobody by face. Ever heard of 'The Doe'? Well his name is Johnny, like John... Doe? Eh? Eh? Now you got the gears turning.

The Story

Oh come on... No one knows the truth behind Johnny! Their is just rumors. Eh? You don't even know them? Who do you work for again?

So, not much is known about Johnny Doe. Why? Well I don't know. Do you have a article about your life online? Alright then... Like I was saying Johnny's origin are just from word of mouth. Nothing can be found about him and only his Gang's Boss knows the name. If he is even in a gang. Man you see what I mean? All rumors. He talks to some people here and there, all those people call him by several different names, but their description of him match what we do know. From some Pimp known as 'Maximus' seemed to have the most info on Johnny. Giving us our first truth that he definitely like the Company of Woman.

Ok, Johnny worked some bullshit ass Job in little Italy. It paid good and he had a nice living for a bit, until his wife caught some disease or cancer or some shit. Again, all speculation. Well something happened with his job and they fucked the guy, hard! He can't pay his wife's medical bills, she croaks and the man puts a nine to his dome and... Boom! Blows his brains out all over their home. Sad tail truly... Ah, ok that's not where the story ends. Well look, the Man survives and almost basically unharmed after a few months. This man is different though, like his emotions are faded, his personality warped. Well at least his John wasn't. If anything it was an improvement! Hahahaha... Ahem. Like I was saying he's actually pretty ok, missed all the vital stuff somehow when he pulled the trigger. So almost a year later he find out about who fucked him and comes back to him. This dude ends up hanging the fucker off a building he owned with a sign saying "The ignorance is coming to an End", whatever the fuck that means, but it was pretty Metal! Remember, it was almost a year ago? Well ever sense them, crazy leaks and stories been coming out with the end always being signed Johnny Doe.

Again this is all speculation and we don't know shit from fuck. This could all be a bunch of shit. We got some rumors saying he's a identity a group of Netrunners hide behind. Some say this is just a Media group to the public and hiring Solos to due the dirty for them, just for a story. Even heard that the story I just told you was made from a drunk asshole near a club. What ever he is gets results tho. I personally think he was an ex Solo, but whatever floats your boat, Kid.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

What kind of question is that? What's next? You want me to tell you about his favorite Sneaker brand?

Armor:
-Kevlar Clothing: 45
-Light Armor Jacket:150
Total: 195

Weapons:
-Switch Blade: 15
-Brass Knuckles:10
-Federated Arms X-9mm (+Silencer): 500
Total:695

Gear:
-Digital Camera+Recorder : 450
-Video/Audio Tape Player: 40
-Binoculars: 20
-Card Lock lvl 3: 300
-Key Lock lvl 5: 100
-Movement Sensor:50
-Med Kit: 50
Total:1010

Total: 1900

@Thecrash20

Forgive me if this sounds stupid, but I'm gonna need you to straight up tell me what your character "is" because the story you've written is so "based on rumors" that not even the GM can decipher what you are ^^

In short, I just need your role in the group. I wasn't sure if you're an average joe solo, but that's the impression I got.

Reinhardt, Jack

Jack Reinhardt

You're a dead man, you just don't know it yet.

LOOKS

Jack is a big man. Standing over most at 6'5", Jack is a bear of a man, built like a truck and hitting just about as hard. He has a serious and imposing demeanor, with a rigid posture and broad shoulders. Jack has rough facial features, age lines strongly imprinted on his face lack of youthful enthusiasm implies this man has seen some shit. His face is curtained off by a thick brown beard, and a white head of hair, while a large scar runs down the left side of his face. The most notable part of his body is his left arm, which has been replaced by a black cyberarm. His outfits are plain and disposable, t-shirts and tank tops with jeans and cargo pants, tucked into utilitarian boots, and covered by leather jackets.

PSYCHE
Straight edged and to the point, Jack is cool headed and streetwise. Cynical and jaded, Jack is generally aloof and untrusting and is slow to warm up to others. Jack is as confident as he is ruthless, and in his younger years, he had gotten into trouble more than once for violent conduct and insubordination in the workplace. Though generally calm, Jack has a bit of a temper, and can get fairly aggressive when properly riled up. His mere presence can be intimidating to those of weaker will and constitution, and even those with tougher constitution find themselves scared shitless when this man decides to start interrogating. Despite his gruff and prickly exterior, Jack holds a begrudging soft spot for children- despite the fact that his appearance typically scares them.

HEAT
A man named 'Thomas Reacher', matching Jack's relative build and description is currently on the local Triad's shit-list. Not that Jack's build and description is particularly unique. The Triad's are pretty hush hush about why they want Reacher, but 500 creds to bring him to the underboss for a 'chat' is a bit more than just pocket change.

STREET CRED

Jack Reinhardt is a nobody, and he likes it that way. Keeps nights at the bar nice and quiet.

THE STORY
Born and raised in Night City, Jack Reinhardt was born the oldest son to the Night City police officer, and a doctor. His childhood was not one of major note, he went to public school, got relatively good grades, got into a few scraps, and made it to adulthood without dying. With only average marks in school, and not enough money to go to college, Jack opted instead for military service and at the age of 18 enlisted in the Army. He met the woman of his dreams shortly afterwards, and got married at the age of 21. 4 years later, his daughter was born. The family lived a rather mundane life, with a small apartment in the city, but were happy.

Happiness is a fleeting sensation in Night City, and it wouldn't last long. Jack's life in the military resulted in him staying away from home for months at a time. His wife eventually got involved in drugs- Super-Sid, as the street called it, a doped up version of your everyday acid. Missed calls, strained arguments, and heated shouting matches over the course of a few years, and Jack and his wife would eventually separate, his ex-wife taking their daughter with her. Burnt out, upset, and disillusioned, Jack left the military and moved back home to Night City.

There weren't many legal careers for a man with no college degree, and little training outside shooting and fighting, but instead of turning to crime, Jack eventually began finding work as a police officer, his military training and aptitude quickly taking him from beat cop to detective in a short two years. Despite his unorthodox (read: violent) methods and occasional disciplinary hearing, Jack was did well in the NCPD, breaking arms and limbs, shooting down crims, and getting no small amount of shit for it. It was around this time he first got involved with his current 'crew'.

Local Triads were breaking the status quo- being too rowdy, going and spreading their influence outside their 'agreed upon' boundaries with the police, starting fights with other mobs- often to the detriment of life and legal businesses. In short, they were causing more trouble than their payoffs to the police were worth. Luckily for the NCPD, the Triads were muscling in on the territory of a local gang, the aforementioned 'Crew'. A couple discreet discussions, agreements and an exchange of several thousand creds worth of funds later, Jack was inserted into a local Triad auxiliary for an undercover assignment to undermine the Triad's influence outside their agreed upon boundaries.

The events of the actual case are concealed behind miles of red tape, black books, and disclosed records, but the long and short of it was the Triad's were forced out of their newly acquired territory and forced back into their usual stomping grounds. While the Triads didn't lost any particularly large amounts of funds- as their venture into this new territory was relatively small by their standards, it was still a kick to their shins. Anyhow, life went on for Jack Reinhardt for another few years.

After a shift in power up the chain of command, and one too many arguments with the new police chief for his violent, and at times brutal methods, Jack found himself at the losing end of a police operation doomed to go wrong. Burned and left for dead, Jack went underground. Replacing his destroyed left arm with a cybernetic from a local black market doctor, Jack shredded his identity, and used his remaining contacts to burn any trace of his existence. He then joined up with the 'Crew' as a source of income- his prior dealings with them and 'efficient' means of handling things earning him a small welcome from the gang.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Augments

• Cyber-eye - 500
• Soviet Cyberarm - 669

Cost: 1169
Weapons

• Armalite 44 - 450

Cost: 450
Armor

• Kevlar Clothing - 45
• Kevlar Vest - 100
• Light Armor Jacket - 150

Cost: 295
Gear

• Med-kit - 50

Total:1964

...AND THE REST
Jack has a small safehouse in the Crew's territory- an emergency stash for when shit really hits the fan, Jack bought and furnished it during his undercover operation with the Triads. Siphoning funds from the police department, Jack has set himself up with a small, well protected safe room in a small derelict apartment building. A bed, backup gun, and 500 EB - enough for a ticket out of the city and pocket change are stashed there, all hidden away and locked behind a high grade keylock.

@vietmyke

Looks perfect but I'm gonna ask about [*]Soviet Cyberarm - 669 because I don't see that anywhere in the links we provided. Feel free to correct me because I probably just don't see it.

Neon Lights - A Cyberpunk Thriller

Could be interesting. If I had an idea about an ex-netrunner that turned corporate, would that work? Basically used her skill to infiltrate corporate system and blackmail people in power to hire her for net security. Did this enough to hire other tech specialists and ultimately start her own corporation. Has a lot of enemies but most of them are kept in check by the fact she sits on a death switch revealing all the secrets she gathered if she's killed.

I'd play antagonist but I get this may not be what you're looking for. So maybe an unwilling member? The person that gets the crew in corporate sectors and hacks unwillingly because the crew has dirt on her?

@Wernher

Hi! We're glad you're interested. In short, the idea of the net runner sounds great! Remember that you're starting a little smaller than mega-corporation at your fingertips, so a backstory is okay, but a start-up with "get out jail free cards" as soon as you start the game is a big no-no. I think I'd like to see an unwilling member rather than an antagonists, as antagonists are reserved for us as GMs in order to create the atmosphere in our vision, and not risk botching it because of miscommunication or failure to oblige to the correct instructions. It's not to say you can't be up to our standards, it's to say we're not ready to give someone reigns yet until we know them.

To detail more on the other idea (which I think is absolutely brilliant), you'd be a recruited net-runner that was dug up from an outside source that managed to essentially doxx you and has amassed an amount of evidence that would ruin your life; because of that, you're forced into the gang life, sentenced to the desk you're ever so familiar with. Let me know how you think that sounds.

Intrested!

Thinking of my dude being the Media, but isn't just the average reporter. Working for a more anonymous group that finds the corruption and terrible scandals of corporations, officials, government, etc. He goes in deep in his field. Sort of like a spy, doing whatever it take to get the job done and a story told.

@Thecrash20

We're glad you're interested! As far as the media goes, that's exactly what a media can be! Medias in this world have become this leaker and exposer of the world that serves as the truth of the people, or even a huge liar to distort what actually happened. (because believe me people don't even think 9/11 happened anymore because of medias)

In short, you'd be the gang's own rat, digging up info on whatever he can so he can report it not only to the boss, but earn recognition with big time news teams by providing them with information and taking down other gangs through espionage. Let me know what you think!

I'd be interested in playing a fixer or techie character. I can't say I know an awful lot, or anything really, about the universe however.

@Komager

We're glad you're interested. We'll provide you with any source material you need to kind of get explained to the lore if you'd like! Feel free to shoot myself or Deaddrop a pm and we can detail anything you'd like!

I'm intrigued, and loving the concept of a rockergirl. Definitely willing to be a part of this!

@Sundrop

We can't wait! A rockergirl is definitely something cool that you don't see often in groups, simply because people are just wanting action. Kudos to you for wanting a role as awesome as that!