The Silent Type

CYBERPUNK 2020

1. Username: The Silent Type

2. Name: Elizabeth Mills

3. Age: Claims to be 27, though she is 35

4. Gender: Female

5. Sexual Orientation: Asexual

6. Occupation: Network Security Manager for Weyland Munitions, a subsidiary of Militech
6.1 Role: Corp

7. Appearance:

7.1. Height: 5' 7 3/4"
7.2. Weight: 143
7.2.1. B.M.I. %: 22%
7.3. Nationality/Ethnicity: Caucasian
7.4. Clothing Style: Prefers formal corporate wear in black/light greys, though she has been known to wear slacks and vests from time to time. Also she holds a particular fondness for scarves.

8. Psyche Profile (Personality): Despite the straight face she keeps up on the streets to avoid unwanted attention, Elizabeth is a rather sanguine woman, and the life of the office. Though she can not deny that things are not as good as they should be, she lobbies with her higher-ups to get their excess profits spent on charities, rather than corporate bonuses. However, the stress of her job, and the lack of trust it often affords her, have caused a bit of strain on her mental faculties. Mills is prone to bouts of paranoia, going so far as to have accused the security programs of working for the runners, having them deleted and replaced with new programs.

8.1. Motivations: The knowledge that the work she does keeps the company safe, and the hope that one day the corporations will find the morality of regular men, since corporations are people too.
8.2. Morality: Neutral-Good. Elizabeth follows her heart, knowing that whatever she does, and however she does it, she is doing it for the greater good.

9. Relationships (Friends & Family): Estranged from her family because of distance and hard-feelings, and far too absorbed in her work for relationships, Elizabeth finds herself alone more often than she would like to admit. But she remains positive, knowing that the friends she makes within her office will one day be enough to fend off loneliness.

10. Skills: Proficient at navigating corporate servers and server security. Competent at using her small armaments, though she routinely visits the company firing range trying to master the bulky rifle she carries around.

11. Weapons & Equipment: A high-powered rail-rifle, property of Weyland Munitions, which she has no proficiency with and uses for show to keep shady types at bay. A light machine pistol and high-caliber semi-automatic pistol, property of Weyland Munitions, which she keeps in holsters on her right thigh and the left side of her chest, respectively, should the rifle not be enough to scare thugs away.

12. Cybernetics: Canisters of pepper spray within her wrists (Similar to Scarecrow), as well as basic neural implants to speed her ability to process information and improve her reaction time.

13. Biography: (Work in progress)

CYBERPUNK 2020

Also, how will playing a corp work? Would you start off working with a major corporation, or a lesser one? Just wondering, because I intend to make a corp character

CYBERPUNK 2020

I'm definitely up for this if you're recruiting.

Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

I see. The marines are going on recovery while the rest of us help the Tau, I suppose?

Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

Quick question. Are we splitting up? I mean, are some of us going to be helping the Tau, and the rest of us helping recover the titan? Or are we all going together?

Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

The cavernous halls of what was once a store room echo with the roar caused by the 106th's daily practice. Almost a full mile of metal crates, shelving and securing equipment had been converted into an obstacle course that challenged even the veterans of the squad. It hadn't been easy, but the squad had managed to shift the contents of the room enough to make a decent obstacle course to keep themselves busy and well practiced in transit to the Damocles Gulf. Standing atop a stack of crates at the center of the room, Sergeant Dorian surveys the troopers under her command with discerning eyes. Raising a hand to her ear she shouts to the lead biker, Joseph, through the vox beads they wear.

"Joseph, for the last karking time, ACCELERATE through the turns. I know you're scared you'll screw it up the way you screw EVERYTHING up, but you're risking everyone's lives forcing them to slow down for you, understood?"

The youngest member of the squad, and a replacement for their previous demolitions expert, Joseph had big shoes to fill and worse still, he knew it. A muffled response came over the vox as the boy still hadn't learned how to keep the bike steady and use the comms, but Eve could see the frustration on his face. Good, thought the sergeant. He could use a dose of humility. But lessons quickly became the least of their worries as the leader of their mission's voice blared over the ship-wide vox, drowning out the rest of the noise their bikes were making, and demanded everyone assemble in the hangar. Despite knowing that a superior officer had given them an order, they waited for Eve to tell them to kill their bikes.

"Right, you heard him. Fredrick, get'em packed up and meet me in the hangar."

Fredrick responded with a snapped salute, the squadron of bikes slowing to a halt and shutting off their engines as the group began the process of loading up their bikes to transport them to the hanger. It took a few moments, but after climbing down from her perch, Eve stood before the squad and ordered them to attention.

"And the next time an inquisitor gives you an order, you treat it as if the God Emperor Himself were speaking to you, UNDERSTOOD?"

The squad shouted back their understanding, and Eve dismissed them before turning on her heel to make for the hangar. Once out of sight of her squad, she let out a soft sigh and stretched out her muscles. She was not the young woman she had once been, and she knew that she would be asked to retire soon. Eve removed her hat and ran a hand through her silver streaked hair, knowing that this mission was her last chance to earn a promotion to lieutenant and retire as a proper officer. But there would be time enough to worry about that later, as she was quickly joined by the twins, Arnold and Alli.

"Excuse us, Sergeant?"

"Yes, what is it, troopers?"

The twins always spoke together, for whatever reason. It was fascinating, as the two knew each other so well as to be almost perfect mirrors in action and thought, yet wholly unsettling at the same time.

"Ma'am, we were just wondering why you're so hard on Wires."

"You'll remember I was just as hard on the two of you when you first joined this unit, and it was through that strict regimen that you became the troopers you are today. Now get back to the store room and help the other two finish, before we're all brought up on charges. Dismissed."

That was all the twins needed to return to their duties. In the ten minutes it took for Eve to reach the Hangar, her squad had already reached it and started loading their gear into one of the valkyries in preparation for planet fall. Eve helped with the finishing touches, securing their bikes and making sure they were well supplied for the mission ahead before the squad took its place before the valkyrie in a flawless line, Eve herself standing ahead of them and giving the occasional glance at the cadian troopers they were to be working alongside. She was damned if she was going to be out shown by such rabble, and snapped to attention as she waited for the inquisitor to arrive.

Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

Character Sheet:

Name: Sergeant Evelyn "Eve" Dorian

Age: 42

Faction: 106th Mordian Mounted Infantry

Appearance:


Wargear: Scout pattern attack bike, las pistol, power sword, flak armor, frag grenades x3, auspex, and a necklace of shrapnel shards.

Squad: 'The Twins' Arnold and Alli (Heavy Attack Bike with multimelta and standard kit), Joseph "Wires" (Scout Attack Bike, standard kit and sack of demo charges[10]), Fredrick (Vox, scout bike and standard kit)

Bio: Throughout the Imperium, integrated units are considered a bad joke at best and a hazard at worst. And so it was for the Mordian's first Rough Rider unit. Not only the first of its kind, but also Mordia's first mounted infantry unit, the 106th had its work cut out for it. (Work in progress)

Extra: Stickler for protocols and the chain of command. She will not hesitate to follow an order to the letter, but she will not tolerate insubordination.

Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

Is this still recruiting? Or are you full up/don't want new people with the role play already rolling?