Tsar Gatto

Help me give him a name

Just googled it and it looks pretty sick. I once rode a moped in Thailand. That was pretty fun, but obviously much less powerful that I’m sure that is.

Be careful and ride safe now.

I’d go with something you like. What’re some of your favourite female characters from shizz? Can go with something like that. (Ofc could also pick a male and go against the whole for some reason all machines are female vibe)

~ Squad 914: Final Effort ~ An Alternative WW2 scenario

I’ll certainly state my interest here comrades. Not often one gets the opportunity to serve the Glorious Motherland.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

I was told there’d be punch and pie.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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As much as the urge to just sit there was overpowering, the urge to get the fuck up and survive seemed slightly more so. Maybe it also had something to do with the two fresh corpses beside her. Yeah, she still couldn’t explain that.

She took a few moments to awkwardly search them both for a keycard to the cuffs, but found nothing and with an irritated frown she mumbled “Well fuck you both then”.

Standing she grimaced as pain again shot through her chest and she remembered the recent and very unpleasant sensation of being crushed by one of them. Pushing the thoughts away she quickly she took a few steps before she spotted her neon KitTechy™© backpack amongst some rubble and suddenly she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about it and almost left it behind. She snatched it up and carried it as she wandered forwards through the square towards the only small group of standing people she could see left.

Dominating the scene was a fallen statue of good ol’ Roger Markso which seemed to be crushing some unlucky son of a bitch.

Good to see some things never change…

As she got closer, she could see that he was definitely not going to be recovering from his injuries.

Fuuuck. How is that dude even still alive?

Glancing around she also spotted the body of the man who’d been punching into the Sec-goons like they’d been made of tissue paper before he too had received a healthy dose of death. She remembered as well the other fucking bizarre shit she’d seen – it was all starting to come back from the chaos of the moment. Some chick ‘screaming’ a bunch of guys into the air, and what had been with the silver guy? Was he vaporising shit? Why was he silver? She was glad he’d gone the other way and taken the heat with him for now, but even then, he’d made her skin crawl with his strange speeches and shiny butt.

There were three figures stood around the obviously dying man, listening to his apparent last words. She caught the tail end of it, not that it made too much sense. Free Mountain? Shit, was that next to Candy Mountain she wondered sarcastically. Suddenly there was an explosion a while off as a colossal automaton unit got obviously fucked up somehow. Goddamn this had not been the kind of day she was expecting it to be. Not even a little.

The somewhat grunge looking guy said something that did make sense though as they stood around awkwardly.

"We need to go before our window closes."

She guessed he was referring to the fact security was off trying to deal with whatever the fuck the silver guy was. Stepping forwards slightly she spoke up “That’s the first thing I’ve heard that makes any fucking sense.”

She took a brief moment to look at each of the three men before she added “Those Sec pricks, they’re not your usual run of the mill traffic wardens. They’re hardcore extermination squads and ain’t exactly gonna stop and ask us questions”.

She dreaded to think what would happen to the poor bastards who’d already been snatched up. Fuck, she dreaded to think about what would have happened to her if she’d been picked up. Something told her that daddy dearest wouldn’t be calling in any favours to pull her ass out of the fire, at least not before she’d endured a fuck load of unpleasant shit to say the least. No thank you.

One of the three guys, the green haired one, had been trying to clear the rubble and help the man despite the fact it was clearly pointless. Maybe they know each other she thought briefly as she stood watching.

“Any of you know anything about what the fuck is happening here?” she asked them, watching each of them carefully for any signs of… well, anything else fuckin weird.

Ares Solutions Inc. - A modern day PMC Roleplay

“Stay put, keep your eyes on them and don’t make a move.”

The command crackled through to her earpiece, she acknowledged it before taking a brief moment to conceal anything that might grab their new friends’ attention as she waited for them to crest the dune. Though in the relative darkness she figured she would be fine unless they happened to practically drive into her, which fortunately they did not.

Once they were over and moving towards the Nimrs she quickly repositioned herself as stealthily as she could for the best view and concealment. She spared a moment to scan around her to make sure there weren’t any more nearby desert critters to distract her. Fuckin nature.

Through the scope she watched from an angle as they came almost to a stop and one of the Jeep’s occupants emerged briefly and shouted something at the group. Strange, she thought to herself. She had no idea who they were, why they’d followed them or what they'd said, but they were about to be in for a world of hurt for whatever reason it was.

“After the gunner is down we give them everything. Hypatia, get him.”

She needed no further prompting as she zeroed in on the gunner and a second later squeezed the trigger. From this distance even with the current slight wind it was more than an easy shot for her, she hit him in his upper back. He tumbled from the back of the Ford as the shot rang out and the rest of Ajax took that as their que and opened up.

There was a flurry of responses and gunfire and the sound of revving engines filled the air as both sides began to shoot at the other.

From her position she could easily see what was unfolding as the lada made to flank the group, its multiple occupants sparing nothing as both small arms and rifle fire erupted.

The other two vehicles stopped and several more goons emerged from the Ford and took position before they too began firing. A third bastard clambered up from the flatbed and took his fallen comrades’ position on the MG, turning it to face directly again at the Nimirs.

The others would have to deal with the Lada for now, as she maintained her focus on the Ford and its new gunner. If that thing went into full rock'n'roll mode, she would find herself without much of a squad left in a frighteningly short amount of time. Already she was glad she was up here and not down in that shitstorm of crossfire - unless something changed sharpish, they were bound to start losing operators - if they hadn’t already that was.

“Twat” Hypatia mumbled to herself as she fired off a shot into the dickhead on the MG, her aim was a little low but still on point as he too tumbled sideways and joined his friend writhing in the desert sand.

She focused her scope next on the man firing his AKM from the rear of the ford. Though his positioning was ideal in regards to the Nimirs, he had left himself almost totally exposed to her fire. He and the men in the rear Jeep were yelling something at each other as she took a moment to aim through the PSO. She could see he was shouting and starting to gesture aggressively in her direction as she fired again. The round hit him squarely in the face and proved an excellent demonstration to his friends that, yes, he was right and the sniper was in that direction.

It was almost certain now that the remaining occupants of the Jeep and Ford had figured out where she was and so she started to fire more aggressively as she hoped to keep them somewhat pinned down and unable to fire too much at the Nimirs, at least until the rest of Ajax had resolved the lada issue and could focus on only the one direction of incoming fire.

As if to answer their predicament the voice of Gorgon crackled over the radio.

“Frag out”

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Well from the description he ain’t going to be skipping off away anytime soon.

Fuchs is far too self-involved in her own drama right now. Perhaps next post she can start paying attention to other people.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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What a fucking beautiful cacophony, Rachel thought to herself sarcastically. Takari Square was a hub of activity on a night like this and the sounds of life mixed together to form some audial tapestry that assailed her from all sides. The buzz of countless conversations mixed with the advertisement slogans that played over and over on the colossal screens that loomed high above as she pushed her way through the moving throng of people, together mixing with the hundreds of other sounds that permeated the air.

An already drunk and pretty shabbily dressed pair of businessmen stumbled past, one of them staggering a bit much managed to barge into her shoulder as he turned and made some exaggerated gesture to his buddy.

“Hey fuckin watch it dick” she shot at him as they sauntered onwards with hardly a look back as they laughed and continued on their way.

“Pricks” she mumbled bitterly to herself, shaking her head as she hefted her rucksack and carried on. She’d be considerably happier once she’d dropped off her little bag of goodies and could be on her way – after all it was Friday and there were big plans on the cards. Normally she wouldn’t drop something like this off, at least not without sticking around to test the quality of the goods anyway, but Freddie’s sister was modelling some new line of pheroscent or some shit and was throwing some party for the vapid models and executives. Not the kind of affair she was too interested in attending to say the least, but Freddie had asked nicely.

She took no notice of the cloaked figure as he moved past, one more asshole in a crowd full of assholes as far as she was concerned.

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Urgh. What a fucking hangover. Wait. What?

Rachel felt like she was floating, but instead of weightlessness it was like she was floating on a light buzzing of some unknown sensation.

What the fuck is happening?

Slowly she realised the unknown sensation wasn’t so unknown after all. It was pain. She was floating in a cloud of pain and it was slowly getting worse and worse, as if it was condensing, as she slowly started coming to her senses. She realised she wasn’t even floating.

Bullshit.

She was laying on the hard and uncomfortable ground and there was an intense ringing in her ears. Slowly the visions started to return to her, though between everything she couldn’t really process whatever the fuck they could mean, or even why she was seeing weird murder trees, Hawaiian shirted dudes and a bunch of semi-nude slavers at a time like this.

Slowly she tried to open her eyes. Her left eye stung a little and she instinctively rubbed at it. Sticky blood from a small cut on her forehead obscured her vision slightly and she realised she was covered in dust and small bits of rubble. She sat up and took in her surroundings still in a daze.

What was left of Takari square looked almost like a warzone or some shit as bodies and chunks of buildings lay about the place and numerous fires were raging. She fought off a wave of nausea at the sight. Weird, movies and VR shit didn’t do justice to the real thing. She wasn’t sure how long exactly passed as she sat there taking in the sights, but eventually she managed to stumble to her feet. She leaned against what was left of a nearby wall and fought down a wave of rising bile.

Get a grip, damn she hissed at herself. The sounds of gunfire and more chaos soon permeated the air and she wondered what on Mars was going the fuck on. Through the dust and smoke she saw a guy pick himself up out of the dust as a group of security drones made their way towards him. She too had started to stumble towards them when suddenly and without warning they’d started to beat the absolute living shit out of him.

“What the fuck?” she blurted, stopping as the already injured man went down and they began to arrest him. Then she realised these weren’t the usual kind of budget Cartelli security forces. These fuckers were the high level, skull crushing, dissident erasing kinda pricks that you shouldn't see around here. Sadistic highly trained and highly equipped, they really didn’t fuck around. Moments later they’d seen her and two of them broke away and moved right for her with their rifles raised. Her heart skipped a beat and she practically fell as she stumbled backwards, and at the protest of her aching body, she scrambled back as rapidly as she could.

In her disoriented state she stood little chance as they closed the gap between them startlingly quickly. One of them tackled into her and pinned her to the ground with his knee. He was far from gentle and the wind was driven from her and more pain unpleasantly lanced though her as she was pretty sure she felt a rib or two crack.

She struggled to breathe as he held her in place and she lashed out at him with her free arm. It was a pretty pointless exercise as her fist met the hard surface of his protective suit. Nevertheless, it earned her a swift punch to the side of the face and her vision swam for a few moments before he lifted her to her feet, fixed cuffs around her wrists and began to push her forwards. Anger, pain and the will to survive shot through her as she twisted to get away and she felt an odd rush as something surged through her. She hardly touched them, but there was a sickening crunch as both of their heads twisted unnaturally to the side and she suddenly felt like she’d just benched a good 300lbs and then some. The two figures simultaneously crumpled to the ground. She followed moments later as her legs gave way beneath her.

She felt pretty damn exhausted and struggled to sit up again, this time made much more difficult thanks to her new restraints. She managed to struggle and drag herself a short way to lean back against the same wall as she took a few moments to pass her arms under her legs so that they weren’t at least stuck behind her anymore. She felt warm blood trickle down her lips and rubbed at her nose to discover it was bleeding. Great, between the cut on her forehead, bleeding nose and rapidly developing black eye this was a real shitty day so far. Plus her outfit was totally ruined. She again felt numb as the realities of everything that had just happened failed to settle on her. She slipped her hands into her pocket and spend a good few minutes fumbling with a pack of smokes before she managed to pull one out and then light it.

Taking a deep drag she leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a just a few moments.

'The fuck just happened?’

Topic of the Day/Week/Whatever

Italian BMT on whatever bread I feel like. Keep meaning to try others but meh.

Funnily enough haven’t had anything take out/eat out in about a month and a half. Looking forwards to society resuming.

I think it’s funny that for the first time in my life McDonald’s is closed :p

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Rachel Fuchs

<sub>Theme Music yo


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These days Rachel Fuchs considers herself to be a little bit of a realist. After all life in New Brazil is generally pretty shitty, so why shouldn’t she be generally pretty shitty too, right?

‘Morals’ and ‘Ethics’ are really little more than corporate branding out here and she isn’t stupid enough to fall for those anymore. Maybe when she was younger… but experience is a real fuckin bitch of a teacher and after a really great lesson she got the point. Plus following the rules is for those without the kind of money that she comes from… so fuck it right? Oh, did I not mention her shitty father is one of the top executives for the Cartelli Corporation? No? Is that important?

Rachel actually has pretty good social skills, she just doesn’t really care to use them too often. You gotta be somebody she actually likes, or wants to like. Which most days is a pretty exclusive list really.

She usually gives across a somewhat moody, stoic or just uninterested impression. What’s that old expression, ‘resting bitch face’? Yeah that’s the one. In other words she can be pretty nice if you catch her on a good day or have something she wants, but is otherwise generally gonna be a bitch. Go figure.

Of course that’s when she’s sober, which something worth avoiding most of the time. Why waste time not buzzed when you could be buzzed right? When she’s high she’s much friendlier, happier and outgoing - shockingly it’s probably something to do with the intoxicants coursing through her system whether it’s drink, drugs or… whatever luxury she’s indulging in at the moment.

Of course maybe she has a reason to want to avoid being sober, and maybe that’s the same reason why she acts like such a bitch all the time? Then again maybe she’s just another stuck up corporate party brat with access to more credits than she has brain cells. Why not both? They’re not, like, mutually exclusive anyway.

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Born amongst New Brazil’s elite and wealthy, early life was more than fairly comfortable and easy. Rachel wanted for nothing and was highly educated at the best corporate Academy, she was expected to achieve great things alongside her siblings as she enjoyed a level of luxury most on Mars never would. Of course her parents weren’t ever really around. Well, her mother died when she was a baby, so she was around to start with but then not so much. Her father was busy. Like, very very busy, all of the time. But the housekeeping staff were very nice anyway.

Things first started to change when she started ‘acting out’ and ‘protesting’ against the corporations and many dystopian standards huge swarths of the population had to endure. Her father tolerated it for a time, a young girl rebelling and finding her feet in the world, a phase that wouldn’t last he thought. However as she got older her rebellious activities only increased in scope and she was soon picked up several times by the New Brazil security forces and it began to become more than just a headache for the man. It was starting to effect one of the most important things to him, his reputation. Using all the finesse of a soulless corporate executive he put a stop to it and taught his daughter a lasting life lesson at the same time the one way he knew how.

Her best friend, Sanya Walsh, throughout their Academy education had also shared in her passion for rebellion and often was caught alongside Rachel - the pair were as thick as thieves and maybe even a little more than just best friends. She too came from a family within the Cartelli Corp, albeit one much lower down the financial ‘foodchain’. They’d been more like an actual family to Rachel than her actual family had ever been. It took practically no effort at all for her father to arrange for the Walshes to all be marked officially as dissenters and suffer the rather brutal consequences of such. He ensured that she understood that it was her, who had caused this to happen through her actions. Boy the bounty hunters association acts fast right?

Rachel continued life with a new-found numbness and lack of purpose as she struggled to overcome what had happened. She instead began to associate with her peers who shared in her new-found lack of direction and began to live an ironically much more ‘acceptable’ lifestyle, one that just so happened to involve getting real fucked up most days. Eventually she settled into a routine of sorts and seemingly forgot what had happened as she threw herself into her new little ‘gang’ and started rubbing boots with the wealthy hedonists of New Brazil. There were lots of em.

That was three years ago. Since then she’s occupied herself with little more than partying and living life and she’s found herself with more than a few connections and found herself becoming a bit of an intermediary when it comes to sourcing the reeeaal good shit. Hell, she didn’t need the substantial cash flow that was now coming her way, but found that she just kept on taking it. Who needed life outside of New Brazil anyway?

Of course the lifestyle she now walked has had its pit-falls too. She’s been shot at twice, threatened at knife point and been robbed more than just a few times. But it’s all part of the rush as far as she’s concerned. Oh, so was managing to smash up and nearly kill herself in a wreck driving under the influence about seven months ago. Boy that was a fun night.

Fortunately the Fuchs could afford the very best in medical care and hush money, after several surgeries and one shiny biomechanical arm later she was back at it good as new and raring to go.

She had in fact just been on her way to dropping off a satchel filled with all manner of goodies, just outside of Tarkari square, when all fucking hell had broken loose and everything had changed. Explosions are usually pretty confusing, or so she’d always assumed.

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Gregious Fuchs - Papa Fuchs in all his glory. It’s not like he’d ever really spent too much one on one time with his daughter in the first place, but that didn’t stop her craving his love. Not so much anymore though.

Andria Fuchs - Mama Fuchs. Unfortunately she’s dead and has been for over twenty years. Probably still the second best family relationship she has.

Alfred Fuchs - Eldest son and protégé of the Fuchs dynasty. Up to his balls in corporate bullshit. Rachel could probably count the number of conversations she’s ever had with him on her fingers and still have a hand spare to gesture rudely at him.

Sara Monfort-Fuchs - Elder sister and corporate socialite extraordinaire. She married into another wealthy corporate family and started pumping out brats years ago.

Niklas Fuchs - Youngest Fuchs son and older brother to Rachel. The only Fuchs she’s ever really gotten on with. He too has experienced the ire of their father and so now enjoys a meaningless corporate title and pay check whilst maintaining all appearances of being ‘well behaved’.

Sanya Walsh - Childhood best friend and sweetheart. Marked as a dissenter along with her family. Arrested and processed about three years ago - assumed dead or at the least very, very fucked up.

’The Gang’ – Rachel’s little group of miscreants. Okay well they’re not actually really that bad when you look at the big picture. Generally rich kids messing around with their money and having a good time. Drugs are about as far as they really dip their toes into the ‘criminal underbelly’ of New Brazil. Okay they might have some guns too, but who doesn’t?

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Telekinesis - The power to manipulate objects and matter with one's mind. Cool.

Initially Rachel’s abilities are severely limited and draining to use, requiring intense focus to achieve even the slightest of movements - and often not without some pretty shitty consequences. Her mind’s physical strength isn’t much at all either, hardly being able to lift something a child would have no problem with. The further away something is as well seems to severally limit her capacity to manipulate objects. Right now her ‘ability’ is more of a literal pain in the ass than anything else.

Through continued use and pushing the limits however it seems these boundaries will lesson and her abilities will eventually improve to the point where she can replicate anything she could physically do without too much straining. Going beyond that again however still takes a hefty toll. We’re talking nose bleeds and followed by blood leaking from eyes, ears, mouth… possibly other places followed by unconsciousness and maybe worse. Not pretty.

Beyond that though without experimentation the true finer details of what she could achieve remain hidden, after all physics is one confusing son of a bitch and being able to manipulate things with your brain powers isn’t exactly a normal thing. Maybe the ability to ‘shoot’ objects at people, or maybe even to stop bullets. That’d be hella sweet.

That being said she truly has no idea of what she is or isn’t capable of, at least not yet.

Right now, pretty much everything about her ability is a weakness. Sure it’ll get better, but even then she remains as fleshy and fragile as ever. Maybe one day she will be able to stop bullets and shit like that, but only if she’s able to focus and concentrate whilst it’s happening - and even then, who knows how many objects she can effect at once. Guns tend to fire lots of bullets, and sometimes not even bullets. What even is plasma anyway?

She also has to be able to actually see what she’s moving. It’d be pretty sick to be able to move things she couldn’t see, but so far that just hasn’t happened and probably wont. I don't know.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

@DeadDrop Aight here we go. Looking forwards to the Mars party.

Rachel Fuchs

<sub>Theme Music yo


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These days Rachel Fuchs considers herself to be a little bit of a realist. After all life in New Brazil is generally pretty shitty, so why shouldn’t she be generally pretty shitty too, right?

‘Morals’ and ‘Ethics’ are really little more than corporate branding out here and she isn’t stupid enough to fall for those anymore. Maybe when she was younger… but experience is a real fuckin bitch of a teacher and after a really great lesson she got the point. Plus following the rules is for those without the kind of money that she comes from… so fuck it right? Oh, did I not mention her shitty father is one of the top executives for the Cartelli Corporation? No? Is that important?

Rachel actually has pretty good social skills, she just doesn’t really care to use them too often. You gotta be somebody she actually likes, or wants to like. Which most days is a pretty exclusive list really.

She usually gives across a somewhat moody, stoic or just uninterested impression. What’s that old expression, ‘resting bitch face’? Yeah that’s the one. In other words she can be pretty nice if you catch her on a good day or have something she wants, but is otherwise generally gonna be a bitch. Go figure.

Of course that’s when she’s sober, which something worth avoiding most of the time. Why waste time not buzzed when you could be buzzed right? When she’s high she’s much friendlier, happier and outgoing - shockingly it’s probably something to do with the intoxicants coursing through her system whether it’s drink, drugs or… whatever luxury she’s indulging in at the moment.

Of course maybe she has a reason to want to avoid being sober, and maybe that’s the same reason why she acts like such a bitch all the time? Then again maybe she’s just another stuck up corporate party brat with access to more credits than she has brain cells. Why not both? They’re not, like, mutually exclusive anyway.

---

Born amongst New Brazil’s elite and wealthy, early life was more than fairly comfortable and easy. Rachel wanted for nothing and was highly educated at the best corporate Academy, she was expected to achieve great things alongside her siblings as she enjoyed a level of luxury most on Mars never would. Of course her parents weren’t ever really around. Well, her mother died when she was a baby, so she was around to start with but then not so much. Her father was busy. Like, very very busy, all of the time. But the housekeeping staff were very nice anyway.

Things first started to change when she started ‘acting out’ and ‘protesting’ against the corporations and many dystopian standards huge swarths of the population had to endure. Her father tolerated it for a time, a young girl rebelling and finding her feet in the world, a phase that wouldn’t last he thought. However as she got older her rebellious activities only increased in scope and she was soon picked up several times by the New Brazil security forces and it began to become more than just a headache for the man. It was starting to effect one of the most important things to him, his reputation. Using all the finesse of a soulless corporate executive he put a stop to it and taught his daughter a lasting life lesson at the same time the one way he knew how.

Her best friend, Sanya Walsh, throughout their Academy education had also shared in her passion for rebellion and often was caught alongside Rachel - the pair were as thick as thieves and maybe even a little more than just best friends. She too came from a family within the Cartelli Corp, albeit one much lower down the financial ‘foodchain’. They’d been more like an actual family to Rachel than her actual family had ever been. It took practically no effort at all for her father to arrange for the Walshes to all be marked officially as dissenters and suffer the rather brutal consequences of such. He ensured that she understood that it was her, who had caused this to happen through her actions. Boy the bounty hunters association acts fast right?

Rachel continued life with a new-found numbness and lack of purpose as she struggled to overcome what had happened. She instead began to associate with her peers who shared in her new-found lack of direction and began to live an ironically much more ‘acceptable’ lifestyle, one that just so happened to involve getting real fucked up most days. Eventually she settled into a routine of sorts and seemingly forgot what had happened as she threw herself into her new little ‘gang’ and started rubbing boots with the wealthy hedonists of New Brazil. There were lots of em.

That was three years ago. Since then she’s occupied herself with little more than partying and living life and she’s found herself with more than a few connections and found herself becoming a bit of an intermediary when it comes to sourcing the reeeaal good shit. Hell, she didn’t need the substantial cash flow that was now coming her way, but found that she just kept on taking it. Who needed life outside of New Brazil anyway?

Of course the lifestyle she now walked has had its pit-falls too. She’s been shot at twice, threatened at knife point and been robbed more than just a few times. But it’s all part of the rush as far as she’s concerned. Oh, so was managing to smash up and nearly kill herself in a wreck driving under the influence about seven months ago. Boy that was a fun night.

Fortunately the Fuchs could afford the very best in medical care and hush money, after several surgeries and one shiny biomechanical arm later she was back at it good as new and raring to go.

She had in fact just been on her way to dropping off a satchel filled with all manner of goodies, just outside of Tarkari square, when all fucking hell had broken loose and everything had changed. Explosions are usually pretty confusing, or so she’d always assumed.

---

Gregious Fuchs - Papa Fuchs in all his glory. It’s not like he’d ever really spent too much one on one time with his daughter in the first place, but that didn’t stop her craving his love. Not so much anymore though.

Andria Fuchs - Mama Fuchs. Unfortunately she’s dead and has been for over twenty years. Probably still the second best family relationship she has.

Alfred Fuchs - Eldest son and protégé of the Fuchs dynasty. Up to his balls in corporate bullshit. Rachel could probably count the number of conversations she’s ever had with him on her fingers and still have a hand spare to gesture rudely at him.

Sara Monfort-Fuchs - Elder sister and corporate socialite extraordinaire. She married into another wealthy corporate family and started pumping out brats years ago.

Niklas Fuchs - Youngest Fuchs son and older brother to Rachel. The only Fuchs she’s ever really gotten on with. He too has experienced the ire of their father and so now enjoys a meaningless corporate title and pay check whilst maintaining all appearances of being ‘well behaved’.

Sanya Walsh - Childhood best friend and sweetheart. Marked as a dissenter along with her family. Arrested and processed about three years ago - assumed dead or at the least very, very fucked up.

’The Gang’ – Rachel’s little group of miscreants. Okay well they’re not actually really that bad when you look at the big picture. Generally rich kids messing around with their money and having a good time. Drugs are about as far as they really dip their toes into the ‘criminal underbelly’ of New Brazil. Okay they might have some guns too, but who doesn’t?

---

Telekinesis - The power to manipulate objects and matter with one's mind. Cool.

Initially Rachel’s abilities are severely limited and draining to use, requiring intense focus to achieve even the slightest of movements - and often not without some pretty shitty consequences. Her mind’s physical strength isn’t much at all either, hardly being able to lift something a child would have no problem with. The further away something is as well seems to severally limit her capacity to manipulate objects. Right now her ‘ability’ is more of a literal pain in the ass than anything else.

Through continued use and pushing the limits however it seems these boundaries will lesson and her abilities will eventually improve to the point where she can replicate anything she could physically do without too much straining. Going beyond that again however still takes a hefty toll. We’re talking nose bleeds and followed by blood leaking from eyes, ears, mouth… possibly other places followed by unconsciousness and maybe worse. Not pretty.

Beyond that though without experimentation the true finer details of what she could achieve remain hidden, after all physics is one confusing son of a bitch and being able to manipulate things with your brain powers isn’t exactly a normal thing. Maybe the ability to ‘shoot’ objects at people, or maybe even to stop bullets. That’d be hella sweet.

That being said she truly has no idea of what she is or isn’t capable of, at least not yet.

Right now, pretty much everything about her ability is a weakness. Sure it’ll get better, but even then she remains as fleshy and fragile as ever. Maybe one day she will be able to stop bullets and shit like that, but only if she’s able to focus and concentrate whilst it’s happening - and even then, who knows how many objects she can effect at once. Guns tend to fire lots of bullets, and sometimes not even bullets. What even is plasma anyway?

She also has to be able to actually see what she’s moving. It’d be pretty sick to be able to move things she couldn’t see, but so far that just hasn’t happened and probably wont. I don't know.