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Futuristic Below the Surface (CS)

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    Initializing...
    Okay, welcome to the CS thread!

    The character skeleton for this is pretty basic, but of course you can add as much information and make it as extensive as you want to.

    You can have as many characters as you can handle, but of course try to keep things balanced with the other players.

    Cool BBCodes are appreciated, but not required (just make sure they work on all devices, or add a plaintext version if they don't). FCs should be drawn rather than realistic, to keep with the aesthetic of the RP.

    Brainstorming, backstory, and plotting ideas are welcome and encouraged- be active and chat in the OOC; we don't bite xD

    And don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions~
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    Rules
    Quick reminder, just in case ^^

    1. Posting length: We don't expect a novel for every post- it matters more to have something fun and interesting to read, that advances and contributes to the scene. We will be setting the minimum length at two paragraphs with proper spelling, grammar and punctuation, however, just to have a solid baseline.

    2. Posting frequency: Ideally, once a week is the goal. Realistically, life isn't like that and things can and do happen, so the fantasy world can be adjusted or paused as needed. Communication every now and then is appreciated- mostly because, believe it or not, we care about the people we RP with. So hearing from you is a sign that you're still kicking, and tells us if you're still on board or not. As long as you're willing and able to communicate with us, we'll find ways to work with you.

    3. Ghosting: After one full month of ZERO contact, we will either remove/replace the character or, if needed for story continuity, have it taken over by another player or turned into an NPC (at least temporarily). This is also an option if you need to go on hiatus or simply take a break.

    4. Maturity: Expect cussing, drinking, drugs, blood, and other mature themes (though no extreme gore, as per RPN rules).

    5. Romance: This is acceptable, but not the main topic of the RP. Same as with maturity- just stay within the site rules.

    6. LGBTQIA+: We want this RP's environment to be respectful and positive, as well as welcoming and inclusive to players and characters, both IC and OOC.

    7. Out of Character: We encourage plotting and chatting in OOC, as that's what makes a player and character cast gel. We ask that you refrain from bringing in toxic and negatives vibes and, if any issues arise, we encourage you to discuss them with your fellow players in a respectful manner, or bring them to us directly and we (your friendly neighborhood co-GMs Impius Impius and Ayama Ayama ) will step in.
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  • Yuriye Ivanov
















    Title


    The Iron Vice






    Gender


    Cis Female






    Age


    26














    The higher the cost, the greater the gain.

    [Division]
    Yuriye is from all over the place- High City, New Lima, Division Twelve, Shaketown; you name it.

    [Social Status]
    Equally in flux- started out middle, went low, got back up to high, clawing and scratching every inch of the way.

    [Appearance]
    Tall, lithe, and willowy, Yuriye naturally commands attention when she walks into a room. With her blond hair, pale skin, grey eyes, and impeccably-tailored suits, she's difficult to ignore.

    [Modifications]
    Upgraded Neurolink with multi-tracker, as well as scrambling and reboot functions
    Artificial mechanized left arm, stronger and faster than that of any ordinary human

    [Weaponry]
    Basic handgun with modifiers for stealth, decreased recoil and a fingerprint lock

    [Personality]
    Yuriye is tough and self-reliant, rigid and well-organized. The high expectations she has of the people she works with match the high expectations she has of herself.

    The idea of trusting in or having to rely on anyone else is deeply distasteful to her, and she's made a career out of both being extremely reliable and always having an exit strategy for when things inevitably go sideways.

    [Biography]
    As a typical military brat in a single-parent household, Yuriye's situation brought her to live wherever her father happened to be assigned. As a kid, this meant she got to see a lot more of the world than the average middle-classer, from the dirtiest slums to the fanciest mansions.

    When she was thirteen, however, her dad was killed in what essentially amounted to a civil war zone in one of the poorer Divisions, and she was left to fend for herself. She lost her left arm in an explosion and went without it for the next six years, scraping to get by.

    Through a combination of ingenuity and luck, she was able to get herself out of that hellhole and into High City, where she wormed her way into influential circles, getting to know more than one useful scumbag along the way and eventually buying a replacement arm.

    She realized soon after that High City was too big of a pond for her to make her mark, and she chose to move to Lockewood instead. People thought her crazy for it but, three years later, she's one of the most powerful and influential crime bosses of the entire city.

    She plans to ride out this lockdown as she has everything else in life so far: by waiting it out, keeping a level head and a watchful eye, and seizing any opportunities when they arise.​



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Darwin Lex Pike
















Alias


Markus Conway






Gender


Male






Age


32














We all have our reasons.

[Division]
High City

[Appearance]
5'11 with toned muscle and a squared facial structure. Brown shaggy hair and is often found with a clean shaven face.

[Social Status]
Appears as middle, however he ranks among the Elites.

[Implants]
I.D Retina - This allows Pike to I.D people's Neurolinks serial numbers. This does not give instant access to the persons personal information or name. The information attached to them are held by a database belonging to the government. Only a certain few have access to these records. The system isn't known to have ever been hacked as of yet.
Enhanced Optics - This simply allows Pike to see slightly farther than normal without any sort of scope.
Nerve Enhancement - A neuro system that grants heightened reflexes and better control over the body.

[Weaponry]
Military issued high powered plasma rifle: This weapon has a stock that can extend out, increasing stability for long distance aiming. A suppresser is affixed to the end.
Modifiers: 3/3
Extended shot x1 when active, this mod can extend the max range of shot by 100 feet.
Charged Shot x2 when activated, a shot will be charged up to 5x original power for as long as the trigger is held down. The shot is released when the trigger is. Cannot be used more than 3x a day.

A bowie knife No Modifications

[Personality]
Pike appears to be social and friendly until tested. He perfected the art of acting like someone he is not, and in turn, ended up feeling like he doesn't really know himself deep down. His emotions have become calloused and he acts ornery to the people that begin to get close to him, expecting that they will be temporary in his life. Pike can be a confusion man, where he will tell one of all their flaws right at the moment he rescues them from certain death while being shot at from behind. From an outward view, one would assume the man just needed a warm hug and to be read a bed time story to soothe the anger that boils inside. Deep down, Pike has a soft heart and craves companionship. He want's friends and a pat on the back that wasn't because he completed a contract.

[Biography]
Darwin Pike had it easier than most people despite his own belief. His parents, David Pike and Maria Pike, made a decent living, taking residence in various sectors outside High City. They were constantly moving around for his fathers work. As a child, Pike was told his father was in the militia and their constant moving was due to being moved to different bases. Later he found that was the surface of the truth, his father opening up the "family business" with his only child when he turned 13. The years Pike had spent during his younger childhood training to use firearms and close combat had not just for self defense or due to a paranoid father. The life of a mercenary within High City was dangerous and required a low profile. Instead of living a lavish lifestyle that was easily affordable, they were forced to mingle with the middle class citizens, since his father refused to remain trackable by any means. His mother always backed her husbands reasonings and decisions, trying to steer an angsty Darwin to follow his fathers footsteps.

Pike honed his skills until he surpassed his father, desperate to obtain a solid homestead and lifestyle. Through taking over David Pike's connections and building his own, Darwin found a spot among the Elites, a class of citizens that made up such a small portion of society, few knew of it's members. Darwin Pike had stolen and exploded his fathers business into his own. He finally got the lavish lifestyle he thought he deserved. It had been unfair to him that the wealth hadn't been used to make their lives easier and more comfortable. He had made and lost so many friends when he was younger, especially when they stayed in an area for longer than a year. No matter how hard he pleaded, he always had to move on with his family, and start over. Now, he was living within High City, at the top of the Villas and complete control of his life. His father had claimed their line of work had forced them to move often, but Pike found ways that could prevent that happening for himself, often at the cost of a hefty amount of credits. To Pike, this had become a pocket change security measure. Pike realized through these measures, his father could have spent more time at home and a hatred for his father began to brew again even after years apart.

Darwin Pike's most recent job was to take him to a poor Division, Lockewood. The contract was simple enough but paid a highly suspicious amount. With his "no questions asked" policy, he took the job regardless. Some people were vengeful and willing to pay a pretty price just to be rid of someone they didn't like or obtain some item or information they couldn't let anyone else have. His target was a local politician who owned a video that the client wanted erased. He shuttled his way to Lockewood and completed his task easily enough. He sent proof of the completed job over his NeuroLink and waited at a local bar for his payment. He watched the news rambling about something with food rations and struggles with keeping the rat population under control. Normal stuff for these lower classed Divisions. When the mention of immediate lockdown appeared on the screen, Pike knew he was in some deep trouble. This was not something he could pay his way out of. He wanted, needed to get back to High City and would do anything he could to achieve that. Even if that meant banding with some misfits.​
 
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Name: Endor Ann Davidson

Nickname/Alias/Title: Ellen Mars

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Division: High City

Social Status: Middle Class

Appearance: 5’5 with a slim body and pointed facial structure. She has light brown hair with what she is told ocean blue eyes.

Implants:
Advanced Brain - Simply allows her brain to function at a faster rate.

Weaponry:
A simple pistol attached in a holster of her waistband. Modifiers: 0/1

2 Karambit knives hidden in her lab coat pockets. No Modifications


Personality Traits:
Blunt
Introverted
Book Nerd
Easily Agrivated
Snarky
Sarcastic
Skeptical
Over thinker


Other:
Endor researches human brain functions on her off days, she usually gets people to sign a waiver and then she brings them to her personal lab. Then she sets the on the table and usually puts them under anesthesia before carefully cutting their head open to look at the brain. If the patient dies she then sells their organs on the black market!

Biography: Endor was born into a High Class family, but a few years after her birth her father died leaving her mother a widow. Mrs. Davidson was a seamstress and couldn’t pay enough for their Villa. While her mother was fitting dresses for clients Endor read books. Endor went to school as much as possible and she became top of her class by graduation. As a gift for becoming valedictorian she was rewarded with an implant of her choice. Which helped her a lot when she went to a small academy.

Endor joined a scientific academy where she was taught many things. Some were definitely not scientific, like shooting a gun. The academy she went to was not an ordinary one. Instead it was one where she was taught how to be an agent for the government. She became top of her class again and soon was hired by the government to be one of their more trusted scientists. Endor performed many experiments for the government that were highly classified. She often had to go to poorer places for the samples she needed to conduct her research.

So when Endor applied to go to Lockewood it was no surprise to her superiors. She knew something was wrong with the rats there and took it upon herself to find out. After successfully collecting some rats for her experiments she went to one of the shelters and handed them a few tokens. That’s when the old TV mentioned an immediate lockdown. Endor ran to the nearest exit of the division but the guards wouldn’t let her leave. She was stuck. With no way out.
 
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You could never want me...


"Cals" - Callei Faerie Jones- The Streamer

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Fae, Idea, 'Ms. Mittens'

She/Her | 23yrs | 5'1" | 120lbs | Silver Hair | Green/Yellow Eyes | Tan Skin
Lockewood | High Class (Born) | NeuroStreamer/Athlete | #SmittenMittens


This is Ms. Mittens...



~Looks:



Callei is a fit girl that loves to show off her tight bod. She is curvy, strong and regards peak physical fitness and fine musculature high on her priorities. She has heterochromia with her left eye coloured green and her right eye coloured yellow. Regardless of colour there always seems to be a glint or shine in her eye whenever she has an idea; terrible or otherwise random. She has a smile firmly stamped upon her lips and shiny, sharp white teeth constantly flashing her signature grin, followed by a wink and nod.
She is quite flashy with her fit; super showy and definitely a style all her own. It ranges from bright colours with wild accessories or leathery, sexy with much skin revealed. But the one thing she always seems to wear is gloves or some other kind of hand wear; Calli always complains that her hands are cold. And so that's where her nickname "Ms. Mittens" comes from.
And of course, she will always be showing off her implanted ears, tail and her Beetle-Rocketboard.
Piercings/Tats/Scars:
Ears, tongue, navel and hood pierced. Ink done on back, arms, butt, legs, ankles and feet. Scars all across her body, but massive one on her left thigh which she will love to embellish the story of the bitemark.

Implants:
'Upgraded strength, endurance and flexibility' / 'Enhanced senses and response times'.

Weapons:
None.

Gear:
Nightvision goggles, Let's Go! Cameras, Climbing Claw Gauntlets, Beetle-Rocketboard.

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~Acts:



+ Easy-going, Creative, Playful and Light-hearted
+ Always Quick to react and Quite Perceptive
+ Very Bold, Daring and Artsy
+ Glib, Chatty, and Flirty
+ Strong-willed

- Risk/Adrenaline Junkie
- Party girl, Spend Thriftiness
- Rebellious, Petty and Short-sighted
- Impulsive/Random and Easily Distracted
- Likes to Collect lotsa Girlfriends... then Dips..




~Bio:



  • Cals is originally from High City but now lives in Lockewood. Both parents raised she and 6 other siblings. Called her 'Fae', a shortened form of her middle name.
  • She is actually from the Faeralis family. Yes, the same Faeralis that runs the highly successful Faeralis Institute for post-implant therapy.
  • From a young age, Callei resisted the high-class society upbringing and rebelled against high-class treatment of 'lesser than desirable' citizens.
  • Her parents tolerated her antics up until the day she received her implants. Callei said she wanted to upgrade to try out for the Angellics Aerial performance troupe. Instead, she used her implants to climb and deface her family's HQ with beautiful yet derrogatory images and graffiti claiming that the Faeralis family served only the privileged and profitable.
  • Her parents tried Neuro therapy to 'fix' their daughter when she upgraded her looks. She did not want to show she was related to her family. She'd rather be a rat-catcher in Lockewood than to be associated with them; so Callei had a tail, ears and canines implanted to become a cat-girl. They pushed hard for her to stay in the rehabilitation facility, but ended up just pushing her away. One night she just up and fled upon her Beetle-Rocketboard to Lockewood.
  • Callei was having it rough, struggling to earn creds to even feed herself. But she managed to befriend a pair of Rocketboard losers; 'Otter' and 'Astral.' They called her 'Idea ('Iz' shortened)' for all the creative ideas she came up with and followed through... good or bad. Their nightly jaunts into the abandoned buildings and yards consisted of doing murals, grafitti and rocketboarding around. It was not until they started recording and livestreaming Callei doing insane sick tricks did she begin to make a decent living.
  • She literally became an overnight sensation as their recordings on her channel went viral. Soon enough sooooo many others began to copy her style and the rocketboard hype went crazy. She signed onto Spinneretta Rides to promote their gear and kit. Sales of stylish handwear hit an all time high as people ate up the 'Ms. Mittens' signature accessory line.
  • And then she began to do just random interviews with people in different 'hoods in Lockewood and record them. They ranged from absolutely goofy to heartwarming tear-jerkers and she captured a huge interDistrictcally audience with her 'Mittens on the Mic' interview segments.
  • Yet as it always was with Callei, it was always two steps forward, one step back. For all the success she earned, she shot herself in the foot whether it be from poor choice of girlfriend, poor choice of partying too hard, poor purchase decisions, or even just poor choice of following random/impulsive ideas, she just could never find happiness and be content.
  • She finally realized that she missed her family and especially her siblings and that she should reconnect with them. But the day she decided to set it all up to head back home, the lockdown happened. She got separated from her bffs in the riots and chaos and ended up wandering around looking for a place to find shelter.


NPC Pics...

'Otter/Oz'
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Server at The Burrow owned and run by the Golden Jackal. A bit slow and easily manipulated, but still silly, fun loving and great to be around. Real name is Valentina Pilote but she is called 'Otter' cuz she loves the extinct mammal and cannot help but spout otter facts and her painful otter puns.

'Astral/Az'
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Mechanical wizard that runs around with the Lowlies, a chopshop gang that jacks automoBeetles and 'refurbishes' other stolen goods. A bit cocky and mouthy but still really sweet and goofy with her friends. Astral is actually just the first part of her hyphenated name. Her name is actually Astral-Flower Powers but she haaaaates it.






 
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Phil Yang
















Alias


Golden Jackal






Gender


Male






Age


40















A life without living was simply a death without dying.

[Division]
New Lima & Lockewood

[Social Status]
Middle class

[Appearance]
Phil is a tall man [6'4''] with a lean physique, lilac eyes and blond shoulder-length hair tied in a scruffy ponytail. Usually appearing like a shaggy and unkempt cowboy wannabe to throw people off his tail and not to draw too much attention. Although on special occasions he takes out a three-piece suit.

[Implants]
Adrenaline pump- A toggleable implant that forces the body to create adrenaline at higher levels, it takes some time for the effects to show up.
Upgraded neurolink with scrambler & scanner.

[Weaponry]
SAP gloves.
Two trench knives.

[Personality]
Phil can be called a two-faced person yet not in a bad way. Yes, he is cool-headed, cold maybe even apathetic, calculating, confident and keeping his card close to his chest. But that is only his front, what most people see is him acting that way so as to not tarnish his reputation as a black market dealer, for in private and in combat he is a tad different.

In private he is a caring and empathetic person, one you know you can trust as long as you don't betray him, and he is honest to a fault. During fights though he is often seen acting like a hyperactive thrill-seeking kid rather than a man in his 40s, hell if he had a tail it would be waging all the time. One part of him that doesn't change in him no matter what is the inner need to give everyone he knows suiting nicknames.

[Biography]

Phil didn’t have the easiest in his early years, living on the streets of New Lima with his younger sister, and having to provide for both of them. He would often steal stuff from people and later sell them for whatever amount was given, just to be able to survive. Well, that didn’t last that long for when he turned 10 someone came and picked him and his sister up, literally and figuratively.

Then they were put into a vehicle and transported to a certain location within New Lima, there they were brought in front of an old Asian man, who introduced himself as a relative of theirs and he explained that he was searching for them for a few years now after learning of their parents passing and that he will adopt them and raise them as his own.

“The deal seems good, too good to be honest, there had to be some type of trap within his words.” That was all I thought at that moment and the old man seeing me contemplating stuff so hard just laughed a bit before explaining that he can’t have children and the fact that one of us will have to be his successor in his business. Now that seemed fair so I agreed for me and my sister.

Years went by Phil was getting weirder, to say the least for DID had started to develop within him, one personality was his own, and the other one tried to be like the old men so he can be a good successor. He learned a lot actually mainly accounting and how to run the business, he was also taught how to fight in case he needed to defend himself although he was forbidden from using guns after a little accident where he nearly killed his instructor with one. Somewhere along the way his sister died, it was a hard time for him but it's not like something could have been done about it, multi-organ failure is a bad way to go, her organs just shut down one after another slowly killing her…… He knew it would happen sooner or later but he never thought it would happen so soon.

Not long after the death of his sister Phil began to form connections with other people as per old men's advice, to get his head out of sorrow and to be able to use those connections in the future, his connections were mainly with other black marketers, some criminal organizations and few corrupt cops.

Now being a 25-year-old guy he flew out of his nest, under the guise of proving himself in this world. He travelled for a while and formed more connections before finally settling down in Lockewood, where he began to form his black market with a front of a bar called “The Burrow”, quite fitting isn't it after all his nickname was and still is a “Golden Jackal”. His starting years were actually smooth, maybe cause of the experience from helping the old man run his business, or maybe cause that old man pulled a few strings for him to make the start smoother. Either way, for a few years he gathered his men, supplies and necessary connections to thrive within the city and under the spotlights of the police.
The old man probably died of old age at some point but Phil can't really be sure cause there is no info from that side, but he knows the business is still booming.

At some point, he formed connections with Yuriye Ivanov at the time of their meeting an influential crime boss of the city but not the most powerful yet. Phil being Phil would often call her Kaida, for no apparent reason other than the fact he found it fitting for her, for she was still just a little dragon at the time. They even formed a sort of symbiotic relationship, her men would protect the Burrow from other organisations who would want to take a bite out of it, and he provided her with stuff and info at a lowered price and some freebies here and there.

He didn’t have to wait a long time for her to outgrow his expectations of her but the nickname stuck. On the other hand, during those years he also became an acquaintance to two men, one was named Darwin Pike a mercenary, quite a swell guy who would often buy weapons and info from Phil, although is it friendship? Maybe yes, maybe not at least Phil likes and tolerates this guy.

That can't be said about the other fellow Asahina Hayashi, a Detective for Law Enforcement. He would sometimes go to Phil and try to extract info for free, although the information in question would always be about the cases he works on, still giving info for free was breaking the rule of the market. But at the same time, the longer Asahina would snoop around his establishment the worse his business would function. So reluctantly Phil provides Asahina with info, on one condition that he stops appearing here unannounced, or better yet he stops coming here at all and just asks via the link.




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  • Nyx Solari
















    Alias


    Black Widow






    Gender


    Female






    Age


    28















    Come to Momma, pretty thing. I’ll take good care of you.

    [Division]
    High City.

    [Social Status]
    Elite.

    [Appearance]
    Nyx is 5’9” with a lean, athletic, dancer’s build. She has thick, armpit length, curly black hair dyed green at at the tips, and piercing green eyes. Her right shoulder, back and both arms are covered in tattoos.

    [Modifications]
    Upgraded Neurolink with scrambler.
    Smart link adapter enabling use of smart weapons with real time targeting.

    [Weaponry]
    Smart Pistol with modifiers for stealth, recoil dampening and fingerprint lock.
    Six throwing knives.
    Her hands (martial arts)

    [Personality]
    Nyx is a calm and level-headed woman with a keen eye, seemingly endless patience, and a methodical nature. She’s not in the habit of putting up with nonsense, but she’s never raised her voice to get her point across. At least not often. Lock could honestly count the times on one hand he’s ever heard Nyx raise her voice in anger. This can give others the impression she is cold and unfeeling, but nothing could be further from the truth.

    The great paradox of her personality is her love of shopping and buying new things but hating the super elite and their disregard for the lowest classes of society, who need the most help. She’s mindful of the needs of others, and compassionate. To a point.

    [Biography]
    Nyx Solari was born in High City, with her twin brother Lock, among the elite. Her father is the famous Vid star, Rocket Solari, and her mother is the wealthy business mogul, Athena Solari. Like many kids of wealthy parents, she didn’t see them much, but that’s the worst she can say about them, aside from their self-absorption. She was enrolled in dance and gymnastics at a young age and given every privilege of the elite.

    In school she found herself coming to the defense of the ones being unjustly bullies. Whereas her brother was likely to go in with fists swinging, she would take a more methodical approach, planning a perfect vengeance. It gave her a strange thrill to see those who deserved it receive punishment at her hand. Even better if she could take them down a peg or two.

    They became aware of the differences between them and the lower classes of society at a young age. The news was rife with stories of riots in the poor districts, or of violence breaking out between authorities and people simply trying to keep a roof over their heads, or food in their bellies. Worse, everyone in High City tutted and said it was a true shame to see so many suffer, but no one seemed willing to do anything about it. Nyx & her brother spent the next few years trying to get people to sign various petitions demanding change and not meeting with much success. Most seemed content with the status quo.

    When they were both 16, they were approached by a woman, who introduced herself as Dot, and tolm them they wouldn’t get anything to change by asking people to sign petitions. Signatures didn’t make anyone want to change. Consequences did. The IU wouldn’t be inspired to act if they didn’t lose anything, and she was able to help them do just that. She brought them to a hidden warehouse basement deeper under the earth than they already were and introduced them to seven other people fighting against the injustices of the IU. Dot’s ideas on how to instigate change where a bit extreme, but, she claimed, necessary. She showed them her own video footage of things the news vids would never show to High City and had them read reports of crimes many of the richest committed against the poorest of society without repercussion. She didn’t immediately become an assassin, but she did start training in martial arts, along with her brother. Nyx found she enjoyed it, very much.

    At first, they helped with running minor errands and deskwork (maintaining the secure database files, sending encrypted messages, etc.) Both wanted to do more, but Dot made it clear she wasn’t going to trust them with big jobs right away, and, if they didn’t like it, they didn’t have to stay. Finally, when they turned 18, Dot allowed them to do dead drop collections, and when they had a number of those under their belt, she started trusting them join in on capture and interrogation jobs. These all went smoothly, until one day, a fairly senior executive they had made arrangements with to get valuable information from spooked and ran. Nyx and Lock, 19 at the time, were keeping watch nearby, when Dot’s voice rang out over their Neurolinks, “She’s coming your way, children! Stop her!”

    It all happened quickly. One minute a terrified, well-dressed woman was pelting down the alley toward them, the next both twins were darting out of the shadows, Nyx in front of her, and Lock behind her. The woman gasped at the sight of Nyx standing casually in her way, and, not knowing anyone was behind her, she turned around, right into the arc of one of Lock’s knives at her throat.

    Lock gasped as she fell to the ground, then looked up at Nyx with a grin. “Well, I’m sure this isn’t right, but I really enjoyed that. Not the killing for killing’s sake, but the killing of someone who deserved it.”

    “It’s definitely not right.” Nyx met Lock’s gaze, “but it was fun. My turn next time.”

    Dot wasn’t happy about losing a valuable contact, until it was suggested they just have her Neurolink for any files she might have stupidly stored there, and she had stupidly stored files there. Dot immediately took advantage of their newfound skill and thrust them into being assassins. They haven’t ever complained.

    They arrived in Lockewood a few days ago, intending only to make a brief stop to pick up necessary supplies before continuing on to fulfill a contract in Crystal's Deep.



 
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