vietmyke

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

Gonna put up my work in progress before I head out in case there's some feedback. Got some plans coming up. I'll try to finish the rest of the sheet soon!

Jin Wei

Jin Wei

Name: Jin Wei
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Element: Air

Residence: Technically, Jin Wei possesses a small apartment around the SynEn Power Plant, but in actuality, Jin ends up living out of his car more often than not. He frequents Ba Sing Se often enough that he occasionally rents out a space in the Lower Ring.

Occupation: SynEn Pipe Runner

Who are you:
A free spirit and a blue collar worker- admittedly one of the few instances in which such a combination were ever possible. Work is still work, but no one from SynEn corporate really wants to wander their way out into the desert long enough to tell me how to do my job (or fire me for that matter), so they usually leave me alone and let me do my own thing. So long as the Synergy keeps flowing, I guess they don't particularly care how.

Being a SynEn Pipe Runner isn't glamorous work: Take one part plumber, two parts pest control, and one part border security, slap minimum wage on it and you have me. Granted, base pay for SynEn is much better than anything you'd get in the city' and hazard pay on top isn't bad either, so I'm scraping by a bit better than some folk. I can afford the basics: ammunition, lodging and food- but it always feels like I'm short a buck or ten more than is comfortable. Kinda forces you into being a bit more resourceful when we're out in the sands...

_{Between you and me, none of us out here really pay for fuel- I mean, there's a whole pipeline's worth of power a few meters away. We're always patching leaks anyway, so what's a few more missing units of Synergy, right? I mean really, the big bad power company can't afford to provide fuel for the people who keep their pipelines in order? They make me pay for my own ammunition for spirits' sake...}

Anyway, life isn't that bad out here for the most part. Its hot as all hell, but people leave you alone usually. And if trouble does come knocking, usually other Pipe Runners will always keep an eye out for you too. There's an honesty to life out here that you don't really get in Ba Sing Se. A bit rough and rugged sure, but you know everyone's angle. There's no gang politics or corpo backstabbing, no con men or thieves with hearts of gold. The people out here are either out to steal Synergy and shoot you, or back you up and shoot them. That's the type of simplicity I can get behind.

I've got my gun, I've got my car, and I've got Sumire on the Radio. What else could I need? Well, other than an ice cold beer and working AC.

What is your opinion on Benders?
Well if you asked me in public and for the record, I'd tell you that benders were the devil and all deserve to be thrown out into the desert and left to wander the wastes until their bodies eventually shriveled up in the heat or went crazy from all of the Synergy radiation.

Now of course, if you asked me behind closed doors... its... a bit less cut and clear. I mean, all my life I learned that Benders were the reasons behind all the troubles society went through- and I was happy to believe that until I found out that I could do a bit of airbending myself a few years back. Now, I know I'm not exactly what you'd call an "upstanding member of society", but I've had time to take a step back and look at things and how they are right now- and I'll tell you what...

Benders for the most part are gone, any and every bender they find are snuffed out quicker than people knew they existed. And after all of that, guess what? Ba Sing Se still has problems. Gangs still run the lower levels, the aristocrats still pretend none of us shit-stains exist behind their high walls and ivory towers and legions of bought out RSF. Maybe, just maybe, Benders aren't the problem. Now, I'm no revolutionary, I'm not gonna get up in arms and start fighting the system- I'm not an idiot, and I'd like to live and see another decade. I'm just saying, as far as I'm concerned, if I run across you and you're a bender? I never saw ya.

Notable Gear

• Sato General Automotives Kyoshi RS

  
  Jin Wei's personal vehicle is a highly modified Kyoshi RS. Suspension and handling has been modified to make it a viable offroad vehicle, and its chassis has been replaced with armored plates to protect its occupants from both gunfire and the general hazards of the lands outside of Ba Sing Se. Armored shutters replace the glass surfaces of the vehicles, the high winds and sands typically render visibility moot anyway, so the vehicle relies on a series of multispectrum cameras to allow the occupants to see while the shutters are lowered. Storage racks on top of the vehicle provide additional storage, and the back seat has been replaced with a plush bench that doubles as a sleeping mat.
• Pipe Runner Kit

  
  While Pipe Runners don't have any particular uniform, they do generally possess the same components: Utilitarian, durable clothes with plenty of pockets, a sealed helmet to filter out the sand and toxic air, a SynEn ID badge, an outer coat to protect from the sand and winds, and typically a rucksack with survivalist supplies such as spare batteries, flashlights, emergency rations, first aid kit, survival knife, and the like.
• Sato Armory L-45 'Defiant'

  
  This short barrelled lever action rifle was originally designed as a marksman weapon for RSF scouts. A relatively older design, the L-45 has since been phased out for newer weapons, but still remains rather popular amongst survivalists, gun enthusiasts and frontiersmen alike. Durable, reliable and chambered in a relatively high caliber, the L-45 still sees use among groups such as the SynEn Corporation's Pipe Runners as an accurate but affordable weapon that can handle the dusty and rough conditions far away from society. Jin Wei's rifle has a medium range 1-4x scope and aiming laser, as well as a side mounted ammo carrier.

Extra:
Color Code: steelblue

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Sumire

Sumire Lin

Name: Sumire Lin
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Residence: SynEn Power Plant

Occupation: SynEn Pipe Runner, Radio Operator

Jin Wei's junior in the company. Occasionally accompanies him on his outings into the wastes, but usually functions as a dispatch operator, coordinating with the local Pipe Runners and sending them where needed. The only person who knows that Jin Wei is an Airbender, though that discovery was made by accident. Excitable and friendly.

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

I'm thinking I'm going to make an Airbender.. Maybe a mirror's edge style courier of illicit materials or something like a SynEn pipe runner- someone who patrols the main power pipe from the plant to the city, shooting critters and people who get too close

The Last Avatar.

Neato, I think all the elements have cool applications in modern and futuristic settings... I think I'm leaning towards air or fire. As far as element goes I feel fairly flexible, the idea rolling around my head isn't particularly tied to any element- hell, maybe I'll write a non bender

The Last Avatar.

Did someone say cyberpunk and avatar? If there's still space I might throw my hat into the ring

The Taygete Project

Interested. Giving the notions page an in depth read

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Gabriel Rivera | Gabs

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From a fuzzy screen, a dusty, messy head of dull white hair watched 'Mama Tsuki' lay a beatdown on a quartet of gangers from the Forgotten. Lounging on the seat of his hoverbike, Gabriel snickered as he watched the slightly grainy video feed from one of the bar's security cameras. Mama Tsuki rarely came down to the floor, so people-Gabs included, paid attention when she did: and as always, it was always a show. Gabriel paused and replayed the footage, enjoying it a second time before clipping it and sending it off to the networked devices of the rest of the gang.

>Gabs: Guys. Guys.
>Attached file: SC02.mp400
>Gabs: Fucking scrubs

"Oi, kemosabe." a gruff grunt brought Gabriel out of his thoughts. Gabriel didn't need to turn around towards the garage door of the rundown, beat up looking gun shop to see burly old man flagging him down. Without looking up from the his tablet screen, Gabriel flicked one of the bike controls, sending it almost careening into the open threshold. The old man flinched, but didn't dive for cover, he was probably used to Gabriel's shenagins by now. In the garage was a small little hover-pallet, loaded to the brim with boxes and crates, strapped down with heavy duty cables.

"Got everything?" Gabriel asked the man, already in the process hooking the pallet up to his bike before he answered. The pallet contained an eclectic and haphazard shopping list of ammunition, drone parts, mechanical bits, vehicle parts, firearms and other gear. The situation with the Forgotten, as funny as some of them were, was escalating. They were being more brazen about entering and causing trouble around the Kurosagi's little slice of Sakanoshita, and well Gabriel wasn't one to take it lying down. In preparation for what was about to happen, Mama Tsuki had sent Gabriel off to go get equipment they'd need for the upcoming days and weeks, and he gladly obliged- after making his own adjustments to the shopping list of course.

"Yes, yes it's all in there." the old man insisted, "The quality is always top notch, now are you going to pay for it this time? Or is-"

"Mama Tsuki sends her regards" Gabriel quickly interrupted before talk of pay could come up. Fully hooked up, Gabriel flicked the controls on his bike and brought it roaring to life.

"Just send her the invoice and you'll be paid in full!" Gabriel called out before the bike took off across the motorway.

"It took a week for the money to come through last time!" The old man bellowed after the hoverbike, an effort in futility.

The neon streets of the Sakanoshita district were a tumultuous sea of streets, people, buildings and lights. When he first came here, Gabriel hated it. All the sensory input played havoc on his mind and powers. He could see too well, and more than he either needed or wanted to. A man getting mugged, a hooker providing services in an otherwise hidden back alley, literal hundreds of people churning back and forth, it was enough sensory overload to put him in the hospital- not that he could even afford the medical fees.

Luckily for him, the Kurosagi's Anzen Chitai was Gabriel's safe port in the storm. After a short adjustment period, and Mama Tsuki's guidance, Gabriel was quickly a functional member of the gang. Gabriel took well to the life of a gangster, though one could argue the Kurosagi weren't quite as "gangy" as a typical street gang. Not that Gabriel particularly cared. He had the freedom to do practically whatever he wanted, and the backing of an unusually wealthy and dangerous boss to boot.

Pulling up to the combination workshop/bar, Gabriel was quick to deposit his vehicle in the garage before he unhooked the pallet and started pulling it down the stairs. If he wasn't paying attention, Gabriel might've run into the massive Hiroto standing by the doorway. But of course, Gabriel was always paying attention- and besides that, he could see Hiroto long before he even pushed the door open.

He whistled to get the larger man's attention.

"Hey big guy, how about a hand?" the shorter Kurosagi member asked, a casual hand slapping the back of Hiroto's shoulder. With a tilt. Of his head, Gabs gestured towards the burgeoning hover-pallet filled with supplies and materials for the gang that wouldn't quite fit through the door.

@King Cosmos

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Dossier: Gabriel Rivera

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Gabriel Rivera | Gabs/Kurosagi's Prodigious Gearhead

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Gabriel Rivera Nicknames/Aliases: Gabs | Sonar | Techie | IT Support Birth City/District: Neo-Tokyo, Ishibashi District Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Racial Background: Latino/South American Race: Natural Born Y.S.G. Hair Color: White Eye Color: Green Appearance: Gabriel is a young man of average height, standing in at just under six feet. Gabriel is rather thin, with a wiry and lean build not unlike that of an athlete- or at least one used to running and regular physical exertion. While not the bursting at the seams with brawn, Gabriel is in good fighting shape, and his body is sinewy and lithe. His eyes are a bright, piercing green, and his hair is white, contrasting his mocha skin. Large holo-light Neon tattoos stretch across his body, lining his arms, chest, back and neck with a variety of designs, an eclectic mix of technological and spiritualist in nature. A variety of scars also dot across various parts of his body, and his clothing choices reside in the middle ground between fashionable and practical. Mutation Marker(s): Gabriel's hair is a pigment-less white, lacking in luster or shine. His pupils also glow a faint red while in the dark. Personality: Despite his resting scowl and constant sarcasm, Gabs is about as well meaning and warm as they come. Snarky, and a bit of a smart-ass, Gabriel has a rebellious streak a mile wide, and chafes under the thumb of authority. Gabriel has a bit of trouble keeping his mouth shut, especially when dealing with outsiders, but is generally playful and friendly when with the crew. Fairly intelligent and perceptive, Gabriel has an eye for detail and can notice things others miss, and can be surprisingly insightful. Fiercely loyal to the other members of the Kurosagi, Gabriel is not exactly altruistic, but is quick to jump to the aid of others, as well as the downtrodden and exploited- usually because it means sticking it to the Big Man. Gabriel is also resourceful enough to realize that having more allies in more places gives him a bigger safety net when things inevitably go to shit. Aspirations: Gabriel is under no illusion that he'll probably die young, most people in his line of work, with his kind of life do. Gabriel is determined to die making as big a stink as he can for the J.F. Blow up their towers, disrupt their communications, fuck them and their families, the whole 9 yards. If by some miracle he manages to survive to retirement, he's going to buy an RV, arm it to the gills with guns, and live the rest of his life far away from the big cities. Fears: Blackouts - No power = no tech. No tech = bad news. Ghosts - Gabriel's family grew up very superstitious. Gabriel knows that they're not real, but it doesn't stop him from getting jumpy. The Ocean - It's deeper than any swimming pool, and it never ends- also tech tends to break. Vehicle: Honda REC-4 Honda's first foray into hover-vehicles was the REC-1, which ended terribly. Having learned from their mistakes however, Honda created the REC-4, to a much more modest success. Built as a rugged explorer and all-terrain vehicle, the REC-4 was originally designed as a scouting vehicle for forays into the Brokenlands before it was made off-limits. Durable, with an oversized engine and decent performance for its size and price, the REC-4 has since found its niche as a workhorse vehicle for delivery companies, with its front-trunk and ample space for saddlebags. The REC-4 still has a sizable market share with those that like to skirt the law and go into the Brokenlands anyway. Gabriel's REC-4 has underwent significant modification, the engine was tuned to provide more performance, and all of the 'unnecessary bits' has been removed to reduce weight. The top rack has been reconfigured to work as a drone mount, allowing Gabriel's drone to stow and charge itself atop his vehicle- it also allows the drone to pilot the vehicle itself. The side tool mounts have also been modified to carry weapons as well as tools, and the seats have been replaced with something a bit more cushy. P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Y.S.G. Enhanced Natural Abilities - As a Y.S.G. holder, Gabriel's natural abilities are many times greater than the average person. Even moreso, Gabriel's manual dexterity and spatial awareness are well above average, even for Y.S.G. holders. Tech-head - Gabriel has a knack for technology and is an ardent technophile. He's good at putting things together- and even better at taking them apart. Gabriel is constantly tinkering with gear and making improvements for him and his crewmates- whether or not they asked for it. Surveillance/Reconnaissance Expert - Gabriel is excellent at gathering information. Through a combination of natural senses and technology, Gabriel can work defensively- securing the Kurosagi's own turf, as well as offensively- breaking into, monitoring, and sabotaging enemy sites. Asymmetric Warfare - Gabriel is no slouch in a fight. While not the strongest, fastest or toughest member of the Kurosagi, Gabriel manages to hold his own, and is decent with both a firearm and or in a messy brawl. Gabriel prefers to fight smarter, not harder, utilizing drones, explosives, traps and smart planning to outwit and defeat his opponents. Black Market Connections - Arms and Tech - Procurement of weapons, arms, armor and tech are always necessary for the steady function of a gang. Thanks to Mama Tsuki's list of contacts, Gabriel has overtaken a lot of the gang's responsibilities involving the acquiring of gear. Weaknesses/Flaws: Motor Mouth - While generally not rude- at least to his own crew, Gabriel has a habit of snarking and throwing sarcasm every which way. Sometimes his mouth gets him in more trouble than necessary. Controlled Chaos - Gabriel's a mess. Circuitboards, gears, tools, bolts, wires- everywhere. He claims to know where everything is, but it doesn't stop his spaces from being an absolute hazard. Overconfident - While certainly quite talented, Gabriel sometimes exaggerates his capabilities and can get in over his head. Authority Issues - While fully capable of following the orders of directives of his crew, Gabriel has a big problem with the J.F. and will often do things just because the J.F. tells them not to. Y.S.G Ability(ies): Blindsense Within a range of 25 meters, Gabriel can sense and detect the vast majority of people and objects through a type of seismic sonar. Gabriel's senses are able to negate practically any method of stealth, be they visual or otherwise, so long as they are making contact with a surface that Gabriel also has contact with. Gabriel has a harder time detecting things that are flying or hovering, but larger objects- such as drones, will often displace enough air that makes contact with walls or floors that he can at least tell that there is something in the general area. In conjunction with his SquadSightTM smart lenses, he can 'tag' the location of potential enemies for his crew to exploit. First Awakening: Precognitive Sense A sort of 6th sense, Gabriel has a sort of precognitive ability that allows him to detect danger before it happens to him, allowing him to react to it and generally get out of danger. This sense often takes over Gabriel's movements and he'll often react before realizing it. This sense assists Gabriel in dodging all manner of threats, be they physical attacks, firearms, even explosions. The reactions are not always foolproof- the reactions work to get him out of imminent danger, but may not always be perfect. Sometimes injuries are unavoidable, but Gabriel's precognitive sense will often help mitigate some of the damage- for instance moving his body in such a way that he only receives a serious wound instead of a deadly one. Second Awakening: Predictive Sight -Locked- Soul Binder/Weapon(s): Soulbound Katana A longsword with a slightly curved blade. Gabriel's soul binder takes the form of a finely crafted katana. Chains adorn the grip, and the tsuba has the shape of a golden, coiling dragon. The blade itself is a gleaming silver in color, practically glowing in the moonlight. The weapon itself is quite hefty, capable of cleaving through steel and concrete alike, but is perfectly balanced in Gabriel's grip. When summoned, the weapon appears to be assembled by countless bits of red neon light. Custom Built AK-2174 Smartgun This personal weapon vaguely resembles the widely produced, rugged and reliable AK-2174. The core internals remain the same- while neither the most accurate nor the fastest firing rifle on the market, it is the most reliable, able to sustain practically any amount of abuse and continue firing. Gab's own modifications to the weapons are mostly external: He's replaced the grip and handguard with REALwoodTM synthetic lightweight grips, as well as a sight. However, his most extreme- and noticeable modification has been the addition of a homemade Smartgun system. While not as refined as military smartguns, its functions remain comparable, including control over a laser range finder and a small camera (allowing for targeted shooting around corners), monitors to keep track of ammunition, heat buildup, material stress, pre-emptive reoil management, quick switching between firing modes, ejecting magazines, and firing the gun remotely. Smartgun functions are linked to Gab's smartlink cybereyes. x2 Flock 84 Pistols - A pair of street level imitations of a more popular (and expensive) brand of pistols. These are last year's models. Reliable, cheap, ubiquitous, the Flock 84 is one of the most common firearms on the streets of Neo-Tokyo. Its standout feature are its poly-rubber grips, which while not particularly comfortable are also incapable of retaining fingerprints. Vibrodagger - Useful for when the continuum of force has degraded to hand to hand combat. For optimum performance, the leading edge 'pointy end' should be applied to the enemy and thrust into vital regions. This should be repeated as necessary. Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories: SquadSightTM Cyberlenses - A set of minimally invasive cybernetic implants placed on top of the eyes as opposed to replacing them. Provides all the base function of cybereyes, but lacks some of the higher power vision modes. Built in HUD provides basic target acquisition, and can interface with smart-systems. The SquadSight lenses also allow Gabriel to send target information to linked allies on his network, either to their own cybereyes or other respective HUD systems if applicable. Sony Virtu-Interface - A large headset resembling neon-lit goggles that allows Gabriel to visually interface with a variety of technology. Its primary use is to allow Gabriel to 'see' through the eyes of his drones, access the 'net, or operate various machinery he's built for the Kurosagi. Mitsubishi E5 Security Drone 'Gort' A police grade security/surveillance drone that Gabriel 'obtained' from one of their depots a while back. It has since been tinkered on to hell and back. Its hovermotors have been upgraded, its camera replaced with an HD one, the chin mounted CS Gas launcher replaced with a machinegun and a single-shot 40mm grenade launcher, and the drone has been repainted a vibrant yellow and blue. Its A.I. has been upgraded considerably over the base model, but still requires instructions to properly function. Gort can be collapsed and stowed on the front of Gab's hoverbike, and can even operate it in a pinch. Infiltration Kit - A small case containing a variety of gear necessary for infiltration. Includes things like a set of binoculars, magnetic climbing gloves, small knife, flashlight, multitool, lockpicks, micro-cameras, electronic lock spoofer, miniature plasma cutting torch, smoke bombs, ball bearings, twine, wire, zip ties, candy and a short crowbar. WTAPS Ballistics Vest and Jacket- Brand name clothing, brand name protection. WTAPS' latest drop includes an actual armored ballistic vest, with aggressive looking plates in the iconic Military-StreetTM style. The vest itself rated for limited amounts of small arms fire, and can slot an additional steel/ceramic plate underneath for protection against rifle caliber ammunition. The jacket itself is a carbo-kevlar weave, durable and tearproof, with plenty of pockets. Also comes with a tactical fanny pack in your color of choice. E X T R A Anything else? YBD Vape - Gabriel uses YBD, an oil version of Tokai Tobacco for pain relief for his cybernetics. Gives a nicotine buzz, and tastes sweet. Gabriel may or may not have developed a small dependence. Snack Pouch - Gabriel is regularly snacking on something- anything. SynthNuts, soy-meat jerky bits, REALsugarTM "Fruit" flavored candy, and copious amounts of Soycaf.

H i s t o r y Street Trash Born to a pair of lower class laborers, Gabriel was born with very little and had to fight for everything he's had in life. The middle child of five, there was a motto at the dinner table of the Rivera family: "You eat fast, or you don't eat!". Most of Gabriel's childhood was spent in the streets of the Heita District, running through the urban slums with his brothers and other street kids, scavenging, stealing, fighting, getting into trouble and causing a general ruckus. Gabriel was always faster and stronger than the other kids his age, but no one really realized that he was a Y.S.G. when he was a child- they just figured he was just fast or strong for his age. The vast majority of people there weren't always bright enough to tell the difference between a Y.G. and a Y.S.G. anyway. Schooling for the lower class children of the Neo-Tokyo was never a particularly strong priority, and most of what the lower class children learned in their youth was the lessons they learned in the streets- with mathematics, letters and reading being a skill learned while they were in their homes after dinner. Once Gabriel turned 12, he joined his brothers the family business: a local chop shop, taking apart scrap electronics and machines and selling the parts for a tiny profit. It was here Gabriel started coming into his own. Gabriel realized he had a knack for electronics and machinery and (often on the family budget) began to tinker and assemble things on his own. He was 14 when he made his first firearm. Gabriel began throwing himself headlong into work, ranging further and further out of the slums to scavenge or steal useful materials to work with. All the while, he and his family kept his status as a Y.S.G. under wraps- luckily, Gabriel's features were neither noticeable, nor his powers particularly conspicuous. People avoided the slums in general anyway, so Gabriel was free to fly under the radar. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and Gabriel and his family were eventually caught up in a gang war between the Kurushimu and the Tenshi-tachi no musuko-tachi. The Chop shop was unfortunately caught in the crossfire and Gabriel and his sister were forced to flee for their lives. Some time during this event, Gabriel's powers would evolve for the first time, keeping him and his sister alive as he guided them deeper into the slums. A few years later and things began turning for the better- Gabriel and his sister were taken in by a lady who ran a crew in Sakanoshita named 'Mama Tsuki'. Gabriel integrated into the crew nicely, his technical expertise allowing him to pull his weight with the crew- doing everything from maintaining vehicles and surveillance systems, to fashioning weapons and armaments.

Shugo Tenshi Samurai (Guardian Angel Samurai) - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Dossier: Gabriel Rivera

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Gabriel Rivera | Gabs/Kurosagi's Prodigious Gearhead

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Gabriel Rivera Nicknames/Aliases: Gabs | Sonar | Techie | IT Support Birth City/District: Neo-Tokyo, Ishibashi District Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Racial Background: Latino/South American Race: Natural Born Y.S.G. Hair Color: White Eye Color: Green Appearance: Gabriel is a young man of average height, standing in at just under six feet. Gabriel is rather thin, with a wiry and lean build not unlike that of an athlete- or at least one used to running and regular physical exertion. While not the bursting at the seams with brawn, Gabriel is in good fighting shape, and his body is sinewy and lithe. His eyes are a bright, piercing green, and his hair is white, contrasting his mocha skin. Large holo-light Neon tattoos stretch across his body, lining his arms, chest, back and neck with a variety of designs, an eclectic mix of technological and spiritualist in nature. A variety of scars also dot across various parts of his body, and his clothing choices reside in the middle ground between fashionable and practical. Mutation Marker(s): Gabriel's hair is a pigment-less white, lacking in luster or shine. His pupils also glow a faint red while in the dark. Personality: Despite his resting scowl and constant sarcasm, Gabs is about as well meaning and warm as they come. Snarky, and a bit of a smart-ass, Gabriel has a rebellious streak a mile wide, and chafes under the thumb of authority. Gabriel has a bit of trouble keeping his mouth shut, especially when dealing with outsiders, but is generally playful and friendly when with the crew. Fairly intelligent and perceptive, Gabriel has an eye for detail and can notice things others miss, and can be surprisingly insightful. Fiercely loyal to the other members of the Kurosagi, Gabriel is not exactly altruistic, but is quick to jump to the aid of others, as well as the downtrodden and exploited- usually because it means sticking it to the Big Man. Gabriel is also resourceful enough to realize that having more allies in more places gives him a bigger safety net when things inevitably go to shit. Aspirations: Gabriel is under no illusion that he'll probably die young, most people in his line of work, with his kind of life do. Gabriel is determined to die making as big a stink as he can for the J.F. Blow up their towers, disrupt their communications, fuck them and their families, the whole 9 yards. If by some miracle he manages to survive to retirement, he's going to buy an RV, arm it to the gills with guns, and live the rest of his life far away from the big cities. Fears: Blackouts - No power = no tech. No tech = bad news. Ghosts - Gabriel's family grew up very superstitious. Gabriel knows that they're not real, but it doesn't stop him from getting jumpy. The Ocean - It's deeper than any swimming pool, and it never ends- also tech tends to break. Vehicle: Honda REC-4 Honda's first foray into hover-vehicles was the REC-1, which ended terribly. Having learned from their mistakes however, Honda created the REC-4, to a much more modest success. Built as a rugged explorer and all-terrain vehicle, the REC-4 was originally designed as a scouting vehicle for forays into the Brokenlands before it was made off-limits. Durable, with an oversized engine and decent performance for its size and price, the REC-4 has since found its niche as a workhorse vehicle for delivery companies, with its front-trunk and ample space for saddlebags. The REC-4 still has a sizable market share with those that like to skirt the law and go into the Brokenlands anyway. Gabriel's REC-4 has underwent significant modification, the engine was tuned to provide more performance, and all of the 'unnecessary bits' has been removed to reduce weight. The top rack has been reconfigured to work as a drone mount, allowing Gabriel's drone to stow and charge itself atop his vehicle- it also allows the drone to pilot the vehicle itself. The side tool mounts have also been modified to carry weapons as well as tools, and the seats have been replaced with something a bit more cushy. P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Y.S.G. Enhanced Natural Abilities - As a Y.S.G. holder, Gabriel's natural abilities are many times greater than the average person. Even moreso, Gabriel's manual dexterity and spatial awareness are well above average, even for Y.S.G. holders. Tech-head - Gabriel has a knack for technology and is an ardent technophile. He's good at putting things together- and even better at taking them apart. Gabriel is constantly tinkering with gear and making improvements for him and his crewmates- whether or not they asked for it. Surveillance/Reconnaissance Expert - Gabriel is excellent at gathering information. Through a combination of natural senses and technology, Gabriel can work defensively- securing the Kurosagi's own turf, as well as offensively- breaking into, monitoring, and sabotaging enemy sites. Asymmetric Warfare - Gabriel is no slouch in a fight. While not the strongest, fastest or toughest member of the Kurosagi, Gabriel manages to hold his own, and is decent with both a firearm and or in a messy brawl. Gabriel prefers to fight smarter, not harder, utilizing drones, explosives, traps and smart planning to outwit and defeat his opponents. Weaknesses/Flaws: Motor Mouth - While generally not rude- at least to his own crew, Gabriel has a habit of snarking and throwing sarcasm every which way. Sometimes his mouth gets him in more trouble than necessary. Controlled Chaos - Gabriel's a mess. Circuitboards, gears, tools, bolts, wires- everywhere. He claims to know where everything is, but it doesn't stop his spaces from being an absolute hazard. Overconfident - While certainly quite talented, Gabriel sometimes exaggerates his capabilities and can get in over his head. Authority Issues - While fully capable of following the orders of directives of his crew, Gabriel has a big problem with the J.F. and will often do things just because the J.F. tells them not to. Y.S.G Ability(ies): Blindsense Within a range of 25 meters, Gabriel can sense and detect the vast majority of people and objects through a type of seismic sonar. Gabriel's senses are able to negate practically any method of stealth, be they visual or otherwise, so long as they are making contact with a surface that Gabriel also has contact with. Gabriel has a harder time detecting things that are flying or hovering, but larger objects- such as drones, will often displace enough air that makes contact with walls or floors that he can at least tell that there is something in the general area. In conjunction with his SquadSightTM smart lenses, he can 'tag' the location of potential enemies for his crew to exploit. First Awakening: Precognitive Sense A sort of 6th sense, Gabriel has a sort of precognitive ability that allows him to detect danger before it happens to him, allowing him to react to it and generally get out of danger. This sense often takes over Gabriel's movements and he'll often react before realizing it. This sense assists Gabriel in dodging all manner of threats, be they physical attacks, firearms, even explosions. The reactions are not always foolproof- the reactions work to get him out of imminent danger, but may not always be perfect. Sometimes injuries are unavoidable, but Gabriel's precognitive sense will often help mitigate some of the damage- for instance moving his body in such a way that he only receives a serious wound instead of a deadly one. Second Awakening: Predictive Sight -Locked- Soul Binder/Weapon(s): Soulbound Katana A longsword with a slightly curved blade. Gabriel's soul binder takes the form of a finely crafted katana. Chains adorn the grip, and the tsuba has the shape of a golden, coiling dragon. The blade itself is a gleaming silver in color, practically glowing in the moonlight. The weapon itself is quite hefty, capable of cleaving through steel and concrete alike, but is perfectly balanced in Gabriel's grip. When summoned, the weapon appears to be assembled by countless bits of red neon light. Custom Built AK-2174 Smartgun This personal weapon vaguely resembles the widely produced, rugged and reliable AK-2174. The core internals remain the same- while neither the most accurate nor the fastest firing rifle on the market, it is the most reliable, able to sustain practically any amount of abuse and continue firing. Gab's own modifications to the weapons are mostly external: He's replaced the grip and handguard with REALwoodTM synthetic lightweight grips, as well as a sight. However, his most extreme- and noticeable modification has been the addition of a homemade Smartgun system. While not as refined as military smartguns, its functions remain comparable, including control over a laser range finder and a small camera (allowing for targeted shooting around corners), monitors to keep track of ammunition, heat buildup, material stress, pre-emptive reoil management, quick switching between firing modes, ejecting magazines, and firing the gun remotely. Smartgun functions are linked to Gab's smartlink cybereyes. x2 Flock 84 Pistols - A pair of street level imitations of a more popular (and expensive) brand of pistols. These are last year's models. Reliable, cheap, ubiquitous, the Flock 84 is one of the most common firearms on the streets of Neo-Tokyo. Its standout feature are its poly-rubber grips, which while not particularly comfortable are also incapable of retaining fingerprints. Vibrodagger - Useful for when the continuum of force has degraded to hand to hand combat. For optimum performance, the leading edge 'pointy end' should be applied to the enemy and thrust into vital regions. This should be repeated as necessary. Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories: SquadSightTM Cyberlenses - A set of minimally invasive cybernetic implants placed on top of the eyes as opposed to replacing them. Provides all the base function of cybereyes, but lacks some of the higher power vision modes. Built in HUD provides basic target acquisition, and can interface with smart-systems. The SquadSight lenses also allow Gabriel to send target information to linked allies on his network, either to their own cybereyes or other respective HUD systems if applicable. Sony Virtu-Interface - A large headset resembling neon-lit goggles that allows Gabriel to visually interface with a variety of technology. Its primary use is to allow Gabriel to 'see' through the eyes of his drones, access the 'net, or operate various machinery he's built for the Kurosagi. Mitsubishi E5 Security Drone 'Gort' A police grade security/surveillance drone that Gabriel 'obtained' from one of their depots a while back. It has since been tinkered on to hell and back. Its hovermotors have been upgraded, its camera replaced with an HD one, the chin mounted CS Gas launcher replaced with a machinegun and a single-shot 40mm grenade launcher, and the drone has been repainted a vibrant yellow and blue. Its A.I. has been upgraded considerably over the base model, but still requires instructions to properly function. Gort can be collapsed and stowed on the front of Gab's hoverbike, and can even operate it in a pinch. Infiltration Kit - A small case containing a variety of gear necessary for infiltration. Includes things like a set of binoculars, magnetic climbing gloves, small knife, flashlight, multitool, lockpicks, micro-cameras, electronic lock spoofer, miniature plasma cutting torch, smoke bombs, ball bearings, twine, wire, zip ties, candy and a short crowbar. WTAPS Ballistics Vest and Jacket- Brand name clothing, brand name protection. WTAPS' latest drop includes an actual armored ballistic vest, with aggressive looking plates in the iconic Military-StreetTM style. The vest itself rated for limited amounts of small arms fire, and can slot an additional steel/ceramic plate underneath for protection against rifle caliber ammunition. The jacket itself is a carbo-kevlar weave, durable and tearproof, with plenty of pockets. Also comes with a tactical fanny pack in your color of choice. E X T R A Anything else? YBD Vape - Gabriel uses YBD, an oil version of Tokai Tobacco for pain relief for his cybernetics. Gives a nicotine buzz, and tastes sweet. Gabriel may or may not have developed a small dependence. Snack Pouch - Gabriel is regularly snacking on something- anything. SynthNuts, soy-meat jerky bits, REALsugarTM "Fruit" flavored candy, and copious amounts of Soycaf.

H i s t o r y Street Trash Born to a pair of lower class laborers, Gabriel was born with very little and had to fight for everything he's had in life. The middle child of five, there was a motto at the dinner table of the Rivera family: "You eat fast, or you don't eat!". Most of Gabriel's childhood was spent in the streets of the Heita District, running through the urban slums with his brothers and other street kids, scavenging, stealing, fighting, getting into trouble and causing a general ruckus. Gabriel was always faster and stronger than the other kids his age, but no one really realized that he was a Y.S.G. when he was a child- they just figured he was just fast or strong for his age. The vast majority of people there weren't always bright enough to tell the difference between a Y.G. and a Y.S.G. anyway. Schooling for the lower class children of the Neo-Tokyo was never a particularly strong priority, and most of what the lower class children learned in their youth was the lessons they learned in the streets- with mathematics, letters and reading being a skill learned while they were in their homes after dinner. Once Gabriel turned 12, he joined his brothers the family business: a local chop shop, taking apart scrap electronics and machines and selling the parts for a tiny profit. It was here Gabriel started coming into his own. Gabriel realized he had a knack for electronics and machinery and (often on the family budget) began to tinker and assemble things on his own. He was 14 when he made his first firearm. Gabriel began throwing himself headlong into work, ranging further and further out of the slums to scavenge or steal useful materials to work with. All the while, he and his family kept his status as a Y.S.G. under wraps- luckily, Gabriel's features were neither noticeable, nor his powers particularly conspicuous. People avoided the slums in general anyway, so Gabriel was free to fly under the radar. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and Gabriel and his family were eventually caught up in a gang war between the Kurushimu and the Tenshi-tachi no musuko-tachi. The Chop shop was unfortunately caught in the crossfire and Gabriel and his sister were forced to flee for their lives. Some time during this event, Gabriel's powers would evolve for the first time, keeping him and his sister alive as he guided them deeper into the slums. A few years later and things began turning for the better- Gabriel and his sister were taken in by a lady who ran a crew in Sakanoshita named 'Mama Tsuki'. Gabriel integrated into the crew nicely, his technical expertise allowing him to pull his weight with the crew- doing everything from maintaining vehicles and surveillance systems, to fashioning weapons and armaments.

Shugo Tenshi Samurai (Guardian Angel Samurai) - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

I do love cyberpunk, I'm interested.

Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

INS Roanoke
Hyperspace
Local time: 0830

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“So much for a day off.” Ingram grumbled to himself as he quickly marched down the cramped hallways of The Roanoke. The squadron had only just finished PT and breakfast when Eva had appeared to inform him that he was to report to the bridge. He knew what they were supposed to talk about- after all, they had an Imperial Princess on board, kind of just… sitting around. The Captain needed to talk about their next steps and just what the hell was going on. There were still plenty of questions ringing through Ingram’s head: For instance, why was a member of the Royal Family this close to the front line? Obviously she was here to take command of her battlegroup, but why? Surely there were better places to have a Royal’s Change of Command Ceremony.

Captain Sarret either had the answers, or more questions to add to his already compounding list of them, Ingram figured, though knowing his luck he’d just get more of the latter. Ingram sidled his way into The Roanoke’s bridge elevator, returning a salute from a pair of security troopers that made room for him. Now with an armed escort, Ingram was seen to the top level of the bridge: what amounted to a small observation deck.

Mostly blank and featureless, consisting primarily of large open windows with unobstructed sight lines of the entire ship and its surroundings, an operations table in the center, and a small railing to prevent people from falling off the side and onto the other levels of the Bridge. The deck itself was set with a bluish glow, with occasional motes of purple or red, as the light within the room mostly mirrored the colors of the hyperspace outside the windows.

Captain Sarret stood in front of the table, facing out towards the windows, watching space fly by. Without knowing who she was, Captain Sarret struck a rather un-intimidating or meek figure: barely taller than Abigail, and slightly leaning over on one side, pressing the majority of her body weight against a cane. Not that anyone would ever say ‘meek’ or ‘un-intimidating’ to her face. Upon closer inspection one would see the look of a woman who had walked through hell, and came out thoroughly unimpressed: silver hair and olive skin contrasted against the matte silver/steel of prosthetic bionics that took up the majority of the left side of her body.

Hearing rather than seeing Ingram enter the deck, Sarret motioned for him to join her, her cane- a scorched chunk of starship plating, polished and reforged into a proper shape- indicating where he should stand.

“Good morning, Commander.” The Captain greeted him, not cold or unfriendly, but her voice always seemed to lack a warmth to it.

“Morning, Captain.” Ingram nodded, standing in his designated spot next to her. The Captain had a weird way of communicating with her crew, not quite as formal as receiving a report from across a desk, but not quite as familiar either.

“I read the reports, and spoke with the Princess on what happened. How are Harlow and Jakunta?”

“Physically? Well, a couple bruises and a mild concussion on Pips’ end, and Jakunta, well if he wasn’t good to fight he’d tell me- and he hasn’t said much of anything at all, so I’ll assume everything’s good.”

“The Direwolves performed admirably yesterday, protected the castle, saved the princess, and no casualties to boot.” Sarret commented, in about as pleased a tone as one would expect from her, “Commendations are in order when we get back to friendly space.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Ingram said, somewhat relieved as his shoulders relaxed a bit. “But I think getting some R&R will be reward en-”

“Which is why I’m sorry to say, it might be a while before we get back to friendly space.” The Captain interrupted him, her lips pressed into a thin line. Ingram managed to keep his jaw from dropping, but it wasn’t hard to read the emotions on his face.

“Not through my own choice, I assure you. Horizon Point was already overwhelmed by the time we left the surface of Cerol. Punching through a Coalition armada with a single ship and half a combat ready squadron was not a gamble I was willing to make, so I jumped us away from the enemy fleet.”

“Unfortunately, this means-”

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INS Roanoke
Hyperspace
Local Time: 1030

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“-we’re going to be exiting hyperspace in the middle of the FEZ.”

Ingram mentally braced himself for the incoming deluge of upset pilots as he continued their briefing. Shortly after concluding his debriefing with the Captain, Ingram had to bring the rest of his squadron back to the officer’s lounge and bring them up to speed on the new developments. The lounge, filled with the members of the 7th, also had a guest with them: Princess Aurelia stood by the head of the table next to Ingram as he addressed his squadron.

"Luckily for us, we’re not completely up shit creek. The Roanoke will be dropping out of hyperspace nearby the planet of Randledon, Zeta Tau system.”

As he spoke, a dossier of the planet appeared on their holopads. Randledon was a moderately populated planet in the middle of the Free Enterprise Zone, also referred to as the FEZ- the unofficial name for the no man’s land between the largest theater of war in the UEE-Coalition conflict. Far from a prosperous metropolis like Earth or Mars, Randledon resembled a pock marked and cratered desert, bombed out and long abandoned by both UEE and Coalition forces. A former manufacturing hub for Coalition mobile armor, Randledon was a shadow of its former self: a collection of small settlements clinging to life, subsisting off scraps and salvage from ruined factories. Small settlements littered the planet’s surface, surviving off small wellsprings with stretches of barren, craggy terrain between them. Coalition presence on the planet was limited to none- much like UEE presence on the planet, but it was a hub for mercenary groups and raiders alike, who picked the remains of the factories to arm themselves with mechs and weapons.

“Randledon is home to the 8th Fleet’s ‘Fort Nyx’, a special operations outpost hidden on the planet. We’ve already made contact with them, and they’ll be receiving us for rearm and resupply. Now, the Roanoke is too big to land nearby, and we don’t want to give the FOB’s position away, so the Roanoke will be landing a ways away and hiding itself, the 7th will be making the journey on foot.”

“The Roanoke’s detachment of jarheads will be joining us in an armored convoy to carry the supplies we get from Fort Nyx. Needless to say, our job will be to make sure that convoy gets there in one piece.

“Leave your nameplates and uniform patches on your bunks, as far as Randledon is concerned, we’re just another merc outfit. The fewer people who know who we are and where we’re going, the better.”

Leaning in slightly, Ingram cleared his throat a bit, “Eva-”

”Yes, LIEUTEN-

“-close the doors and disconnect yourself from the lounge please.” Ingram quickly cut in before the VI even had a chance to appear in front of the squadron.

”Yes sir, sealing the lounge.” came Eva’s disembodied voice over the room’s speakers before falling silent, the doors to the lounge quickly shutting and locking. Turning back to his squadron, Ingram shrugged apologetically before continuing.

“The following does not leave this room, and will not be spoken about with anyone other than those currently in this room. Everyone understand?”

“We have reasons to believe that the Coalition attack on Horizon Point was specifically targeting Sunray. Her movements are state secrets, so that means someone in the fleet fed the Coalition information.”

Letting that sink in for a moment, Ingram continued, “Luckily, none of us grunts knew anything about her being here, and we were supposed to be cycled out anyway, so that more or less clears us from suspicion. The remaining suspects are the ISS bodyguards- who are dead or MIA, Captain Sarret, and the rest of the Roanoke’s bridge officers.”

“Now, while I doubt Captain Sarret would endanger herself and the crew of the Roanoke with such an act of treason, these circumstances mean that until we are relieved, protection of Princess Aurelia falls to us alone. As such, she’ll be coming with us. While she is with us, she is not to be referred to as ‘Princess’, we don’t want anyone overhearing us and getting any smart ideas.”

“Any questions? If not, get started on your own preparations. We drop out of hyperspace in 3 hours.”