Futuristic HOLO | GRAPHIC | DREAMS

[Elephantom]

ADVANCED CHARACTER SHEET (recommended)


Name:


Nickname/alias: (optional)


Gender:


Age:


Sexual orientation:


Appearance: (detailed description or picture)


Height/Weight:


Affiliations: (optional)


Personality: (minimum four lines)


Likes:


Dislikes:


Fears: (optional)


Biography: (optional, though really recommended)


Strengths: (minimum one)


DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: (optional)


Weapon(s): (if he/she has any specific signature weapons)


-





BASIC CHARACTER SHEET (for people who want to reveal themselves through the rp)


Name:





Nickname/alias: (optional)





Gender:





Age:





Sexual orientation:





Appearance:





Height/Weight:





First person P.O.V: (take everything into focus, including agendas, affiliations, everything in his/her point of view)

 

[Elephantom]

Name: Marcus Wildgrave





Nickname/alias: N/A





Gender: Male





Age: 34





Sexual orientation: Heterosexual





Appearance:

Height/Weight: 6'4 | 189 lb





Affiliations: Independent





Personality: You know the grim and depressed person next door who's extremely volatile and uses unnecessary violence. Yeah, chances are it's him. The on guy who's really very depressed and who's hands are itching to destroy something. He's quite cautious, serious and really observing. Though, calm isn't the right word to describe him, crazy and chaotic would be all too right a word for him. He's usually very grim and really serious, with a pessimistic tone and air around him. He's very engaging, too engaging to be exact. Though one may expect him to be a sociopathic sadist, it's not actually quite that, while he may be a psychopath, he still has some charitable trace left in him. A remnant of his past self. Though guilt and remorse no longer affects him, and as such, makes him a deadly shooter. Able to pull the trigger within a heartbeat. He's also extremely violent and short-tempered, do be careful around this guy, who also happens to have an affinity for chaos and total destruction. Though however he may like chaos and anarchy, he does occasionally prefer a sense of subtlety and tranquillity.


He's a killer for sure, and an unforgiving one at that.





Likes:


Synthwave/chillwave (music genre)


Coffee (beverage)


Sandwiches (food)


Smoking (habit)





Dislikes:


Vaporwave/nu wave (music genre)


Raspberry juice (beverage)


Tofu (food)


Robots (entity)





Fears:


Heights


Spiders





Biography: He was once a hardboiled law enforcement detective, who solved crimes like they were nothing. He would shoot stuff, and destroy them, it was getting real usual. But you do also grow quite a few number of enemies, but that wasn't the case here. He grew quite a few collection of enemies, enough to fill a gallery. A big museum to be precise. They were all feeling jittery, mostly because this here detective was an extreme nuisance.


So once he got married, the criminals thought of a cunning plan. It wasn't really original, but it definitely got the job done. And well, today was a different case, not generic, no. The real world's real harsh. The hero didn't save the day, he didn't. Insteadx he lost an eye and his wife. And was framed for it. He was jailed and sentenced to 5 years in jail before he got an early release for some technicalities in law. However, it was still very saddening for him, and his reputation took a deep plunge into the abyss of destruction, forever lost, never to be found.


Then, he snapped, he really did. And now, he's on the run, from almost nothing. Looking for a closure of some sort. A redemption, to be exact. But that was all just some kind of mental thingy, he's currently living in District #2 in a loft as a private detective.





Strengths:


1. Shooter: yeah, I can shoot stuff like it was nothing. Blow big holes in their body, just for the sake of it. Who likes clean kills anyway?


2. Combat finesse: He wasn't the most strongest guy in town, but he was definitely the one who knew how to properly fight. Using a combination of melee and guns, he's a really dangerous guy.





DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: totally. He massacred significant numbers of gangs, arrested them, busted smuggling rings. And the best of all? Almost destroyed the synthesis ground in the process of a huge firefight. Where millions of stuff blew up for nothing, and crates got smashed just for the heck of it.





Weapon:


1. Colt M191000: This gun is the future rendition of the previously famous pistol our forefathers used, the M1911. This gun uses clips of laser rounds, the most default and standard ammunition you'd find in the city.

2. Storm deacons: A deadly pair of plasma nunchucks. Be careful, he really knows how to use this thing, and before you know it, it's going for your head.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/upload_2016-2-26_5-52-6.jpeg.5e52ac9a4654c27bea02a6246bc343b4.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="108561" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/upload_2016-2-26_5-52-6.jpeg.5e52ac9a4654c27bea02a6246bc343b4.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Freyu Valentine]

• General Info
• Background Information
• Weapon and Special Gear

• 
  
  
  Name: Laura Valentine
  
  
  Nickname/alias: Lana or Val
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Sexual orientation: Bisexual
  
  
  Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c818deea1_PortalForumsStatusPrivacyPolicyContactUs.jpg.cc0609514e1527c914fe719d826e7704.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="108558" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c818deea1_PortalForumsStatusPrivacyPolicyContactUs.jpg.cc0609514e1527c914fe719d826e7704.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5 foot 9 inches, 125 lbs.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Affiliations: None
  
  
  Personality: Lana is a fun loving person, she is rather friendly to those she meets. She has been known to party hard after a successful mission even getting so wasted she forgot she completed them. She's serious however during the job itself and focuses on ensuring her role is accomplished perfectly. Has been known to help others with their problems, even visiting them in the darker hospitals while they receive their treatment that would otherwise not want to be found out.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Partying
  
  
  Techno music
  
  
  Music in general
  
  
  Hacking
  
  
  Guns
  
  
  Her motorcycle
  
  
  Smoking
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Annoying people
  
  
  Children
  
  
  Big Corporations
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  Lana's biggest fear is the concept of death, she may be handle the idea that once you die thats it. But, the idea that nothing she or anyone else may have done mattered in their life does bother her. She doesn't believe in any sort of god or higher power believing instead that if there were they abandoned the world long ago.
  
  
  Biography: Laura Valentine lived a simple life within the second level of the city. Her family was well paid and worked hard and they loved her. She went to a good school and learned quite a bit. That is until a robbery broke out at her parents store.
  
  
  It wasn't the simple stick up type either, it was the gun blazing type. Laura at the age of fourteen witnessed her family shot repeatedly then as added damage to her already shattered mind she was beaten and raped by them. Laura broken, battered, and distraught had little hope in her life afterward. However, she was saved by the local authorities and sent to a hospital to get fixed up.
  
  
  Upon this many surgeries were thrust upon her, some of which were difficult to accomplish. Laura upon finally being deemed healthy though she still needed rest to heal further swore to enact the only thing she wanted now, Vengeance. She was able to use money that her parents had stored away within a bank taking it all herself over a course of a year. Similarly for about three years she did next to nothing else besides practicing to shoot and surf cyberspace for those whom had destroyed her life.
  
  
  Lana at the age of twenty now living upon the streets of the first level, finally took her vengeance. She had found out that they were part of a gang of thugs and of course having little idea whom her real attackers were swore to eradicate them. She attacked them with a ferocity she hadn't ever felt before and killed many of them. She even took down the leader of the street gang before finally returning somewhere else with that lowest district.
  
  
  Now having boosted her funds with the gangs money and selling off their left behind drugs and such, she promptly got a discreet apartment within the first level and begins to ply her hacking and gun skills for a trade. Realizing that her parents didn't want this for her however, changed little except revive part of her warmer personality that had been repressed after that trauma.
  
  
  Laura now is twenty two and lives in a different apartment still within the first level. She's not widely known but, has a few contacts whom offer her various jobs as both a hacker and gunner. She has a new found love for a motorcycle she bought and spends a great deal of time improving it. She awaits the day however that she can do something important with her life instead of catering to the darker organizations that exist within the city.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Hacking
  
  
  Firearms
  
  
  Driving preferably motorcycles
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Gets drunk easily
  
  
  She is partially deaf from the constant blaring of both music and gunfire through a large portion of her life.
  
  
  DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: Yes, took on an entire gang compound alone and blew it up after making off with much money and new weapons.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon(s):
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/dmc-ebony-and-ivory.jpg.79bd328609facd5ec9d3cc6c641c8f0b.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109123" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/dmc-ebony-and-ivory.jpg.79bd328609facd5ec9d3cc6c641c8f0b.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Two custom designed pistols called Ebony and Ivory, these fire special plasma rounds that recharge at a rapid rate allowing her to fire these without needing a reload. However, they are prone to overheating and if it does needs to rest an extended amount of time about ten minutes for a full recharge.
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c827285cc_Ax-7AssaultRifleConceptbyPaulPaslea-3DArtist.jpg.6a83e9d72adacec1a5e6051ba20fb348.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109124" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c827285cc_Ax-7AssaultRifleConceptbyPaulPaslea-3DArtist.jpg.6a83e9d72adacec1a5e6051ba20fb348.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Ax-7 Assault Rifle: An upgraded gun with a classic feel. This gun fires standard ammunition and holds about forty rounds to it's clip. With a scope that includes night vision capability, an additional silencer, and single shot option this rifle is versatile if slightly obsolete with the rise of plasma and laser guns.
  
  
  Similarly carries a bag filled with various weapons whenever she goes on a job just in case.
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8281a6dc_faith4gotnsbucketshadowrunpageshadowrunvehicles.jpg.930ef3f0a72f46747c983d14b699f464.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109159" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8281a6dc_faith4gotnsbucketshadowrunpageshadowrunvehicles.jpg.930ef3f0a72f46747c983d14b699f464.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Lana owns a custom Harley Davidson Scorpion, which has her bio scan and fingerprints encoded into it. Should someone other than her attempt to drive it they receive a lethal shock of electricity. It also has bulletproof tires and a side holster for a shotgun should she get involved in vehicular combat.
  
  
  

 

[Wood]

Name: Gordon Bronson


Nickname/alias: Dr. Thrill


Gender: All Man


Age: 28


Sexual orientation: Hot Chix Only

Spoiler

'
Dr. Thrill usually wears a purple mask to hide the fact that he is, in fact, the humble Gordon Bronson. Originally a ploy to avoid tickets in the early days of his vigilante career, the mask now serves an essential purpose- It keeps the wind out of his eyes when he's going fast, but it allows him to also take on the character of Dr. Thrill.


Height/Weight: 5'5 120 pounds


Affiliations: Aside from a series of unpaid tickets and an unfufilling employment programming "educational" decks for children in Sector #3, nobody really wants anything to do with Gordon Bronson. It is Dr. Thrill who has a reputation as a masked fighter of the night. The Cops think he's suicidal, The thugs also think he's suicidal- Little do they know, he's just high. Nevertheless, Dr. Thrill is not an unwelcome sight for good people in tough spots.


Personality: Gordon Bronson is your typical increasingly aged professional. He's cut out an apartment in Sector #3, is on good terms with the old woman who lives next door but is otherwise lacking in having more friends than none. He's not unpleasant, but his demeanor is quiet. He thinks he's invisible to most people, especially women- and he's right. Gordon's known to crack a joke or two when he's comfortable, but otherwise it's only awkward mumbling. He wants more out of his life, to leave a legacy but he never knew how. That was, until he met Dr. Thrill.


Mr. Thrill is everything Gordon isn't. He drives fast, he talks smooth, sometimes he skewers a burglar on his fire katana. Hopped up on enough stuff to preserve every horse in the glue factory, Gordon is confident, outgoing and cocky. But all it is is an act, because all Gordon is trying to do is find balance- Spending his nights in an incredible mental (and drug) high and spending his days sitting alone in a full room is just his way throwing moderation to the wind. Gordon is ultimately good- His actions are erratic and sometimes nonsensical, but all it boils down to is that the only thing that matters is that good is being done; Who cares if he's in it for the rush?


Likes:

• Jazz
  
• Optimism
  
• His augmentations, gecko hands which allow him to grip nearly anything and flexible joints which increase his speed.
  
• Black Lace and Foolkiller
  
• Dr. Thrill
  

Dislikes:

• His desk job
  
• His coworkers
  
• Shirt collars
  
• That he makes corporate propaganda for a living
  
• Gordon Bronson
  

Biography:


Gordon wasn't a very promising kid. He spent as much time decked as possible, either working away at a problem or just entertaining himself. Social interaction was never his thing, but he wasn't bothered by the lack of friends. What bothered him was the way he was scrawny, the way that he was short, the way that he was balding by the time he was 20. He promised himself that he would make a few friends, lose his virginity and have a charity job by the time he was 25.


Instead of those things, he fell in with the Corporate world. He went to work, making educational tools telling the fine children of sectors #2 and #3 that nothing goes better with a Caesar's Best Cigarette than a Mario's Hamburger and to scream and cry when Mom gets home if they haven't scheduled your tech hair appointment yet. He then went home, kicked off his shoes and sat through the same stuff on TV or jacked into the far most interesting part of his life, head of a vhovercar racing team. His soul was being crushed, his belly was exploding in size, the weight of living in a dystopia was crushing his head.


That was, until he met Dr. Thrill.


Who he really met was Ralph, a guy who sells drugs in Sector #1. What he really met was a potent cocktail of Black Lace and Foolkiller that crushes every ounce of hesitation in his body, doubles his strength and mutes his pain so effectively that he wouldn't know he'd been killed till he was at the pearly gates. It's not the kind of high that makes you want to watch Cartoons, so he went out strutting. The colors of the world seemed so much brighter in the context of being on the stims, the way they put a fire in his belly and a spring in his step. The first few times, it was innocent enough- He goes to a club, picks a girl up, no harm is done.


The next few times were scarier. He was curious to see just what pain blocking really meant, so he got in some shenanigans. Got in a few fights, won a few fights. Worked his way up, but he realized that he'd need a persona, a reason and a mask to continue this... hobby. That day, he went to the costume store and purchased... the mask.


Strengths:

• His devotion to justice has seeped out of Dr. Thrill and shows through into Dr. Bronson. He has an unwavering belief that all men should be treated equally, and women too. This causes problems, but you can't say he's not principled.
  

DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: Dr. Thrill stands atop a donut shop, looking down into the alley. A small old woman is walking her way home. Dr. Thrill has been following her for some time, noting the way that she seemed to walk the slowest possible route back to the old folk's home. Suddenly, she is assaulted by two mischievous fellows wearing stocking caps. Dr. Thrill jumps down and fires a quickly flurry of punches, dodging most of their attacks and simply absorbing the ones that connected.


When the second thug went down, Dr. Thrill span around too check on the old woman and found himself looking down the barrel... of a gun. The old woman cocked the trigger."Prepare to die, Dr. Killed!" A trap! "The Elderly won't win this round!" Dr. Thrill kicked up, knocking the gun from the old woman's hand and flipping it around to point at her. "Now get back to the Elderly home, unless you miss Tapioca night!" The old woman laughed menacingly, and swung her monkey tail, sweeping Dr. Thrill down onto his back. She approached, her walker the only noise echoing into the night. "The Snakeman sends his regardsssssss....." Dr. Thrill pulls his flame katana off of his back and plunges it into the snake woman's heart, killing her instantly. He stands up and leaps the rooftop.





"That dang Snakewoman." Thought the Dr. Thrill. "I just got back from killing the Snakelad anyway,"


Weapon: Dr.Thrill is known for his martial skills, thanks to his flexible joints. On his back, he carries a weapon so glorious it cannot be contained in a sheath- A Katana, bright red and prepared to self-immolate with the press of a button.


-

 

[Elephantom]

All of you are accepted.


Lana, you managed to capture a form of the certain gritty feel in a dystopian genocide society.


Wood, you deemed to have completely grasped the idea of retro-futurism in a funny way. And you caught me by surprise.


@Wood accepted.


@Lana Valentine accepted.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Name: Paska Kirishima


Nickname/alias: KCHSKE-ONNA_42 (Online persona), Humming Willow (Fixer alias)


Gender: Female


Age: 27


Sexual orientation: Asexual


Appearance:


Out and about

On the job

Height/Weight: 5'6"/A lady never reveals her weight. (136lbs)


Affiliations: Fixer for hire. You got a problem? We'll "fix" it for a price.


Personality:


Cheeky


- Paska has a rather unique sense of humor that revolves around making puns or joking about heavy topics with lighthearted humor.


Hardworking


- Paska is noted to be a hardworker in the office. Always submitting her reports on time, helping others with their own reports and making sure the coffee pot is full of the best coffee. She also works hard in her hacking and ensuring that her work is done perfectly.


Patient


- Paska is more then willing to put up with snide and ignorant comments. She's also willing to wait up to 12 hours in surveillance and tracking her latest target. No matter what she has to endure.


Creative


- Paska is known to have a rather odd thinking process. Usually coming up with odd ideas that may or may not work. Being using brute force on a glitched computer or reflecting a laser pistol shot off multiple mirrors to stun an opponent.


Likes:

• Nightcore/EDM music
  
• Trolling forums
  
• Following the news
  
• Tea/coffee/any hot caffeinated beverage
  

Dislikes:

• Cold "hot" beverages
  
• Hot days
  
• Chocolate
  
• Instant food
  

Fears:

• Being caught by W.O.R.M
  
• Being trapped or outsmarted
  
• Lack of internet/coffee
  

Biography: Born to a Russian lady and a Japanese man, Paska had a rather simple childhood in Sector #2. A simple life of work hard, get paid. Or in her case, work hard, get praised for being a genius with coding. She breezed through her classes and graduated with a degree in computer engineering.


Much to the surprise of her teachers and what little friends she has, she decided to work as a secretary in a Sector #1 business. Working your standard 9 to 5 work with half-pay overtime, making coffee, fixing coding errors and... other things.


All this, hiding her other job. A Fixer. Hackers who specialize in both murder and electronic warfare. Crashing markets, funneling cash, sending viruses. All while evading the W.O.R.M. Such is the life of the "hot half-Asian coffee lady".


Strengths:

• A natural strategist
  
• Omniglot - Speaks and understands English, Russian, Japanese and some Chinese
  
• Self-trained herself in knife combat and stealth
  
• Makes good coffee
  

DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?:


Hacked into a target company's stocks and sent it crashing down while transferring funds over to her client's company. All without a trace. Next job? Do the same, except flipped. Without a trace. For now.


As for physical jobs, Paska is known to use the environment to her advantage. Once taking out a group of thugs with one bullet. A simple shot through a neon sign's support, sent it careening down on them. One shot, many kills.


Weapon(s):


XM-77 Bullpup Lasered Slug Sniper

Ugly? Yes. Compact? Yup. Accurate? Accurate enough to tread a bullet between a button hole from 300 yards. Alright. That part's false but its accurate for up to 500 yards with its lasered slugs, plasma coated 9.76mm HE slugs that add a surprising bang for each shot. Made by an overseas company, this weapon brings back the classic feel to a world dominated by fancy laser weapons.


Colt M191000


Famous predecessor. Famous maker. All round favorite of the people now. Little to no recoil thanks to the fact that it shoots lasers. And everyone knows that photons have little to no mass.


M2800 Vibroknife

Small. Easy to conceal. Able to vibrate for at least 12 hours non-stop to enhance its cutting power. Able to through flesh and bone like butter.


M2900 Heated Knife


Similar in design to the M2800 with a a simple change. Made from a special alloy that allows it to be heated up while keeping its cutting edge. Cuts through flesh like butter with a side effect of bloodless wounds. Sears cuts shut, makes it hard for it to heal properly.

 

[Elephantom]

Accepted @Wandering Hollow.


Nice OC you got.


But be careful, the W.O.R.M and the U-Guys are always looking for someone.

 

[YumenoTsukishiro]

Name: Selene (Real Name: Tsukiko Fujiwara)


Nickname/alias: "The Pale-Eyed Princess"


Gender: Female


Age: 27


Sexual orientation: Heterosexual


Appearance:

Height/Weight: 136 cm / “Secret~”


Affiliations: Fujiwara Technical Industries (ex-CEO), The Half-Lidded Moon Gang (current leader)
​

Personality:

Spoiler

Owing to the nature of her work, she’s very secretive. She likes weaving truths and lies into convoluted webs meant to leave the listener thinking for years. To that end, she’s also very distrusting of people. Oh, she has her acquaintances and contacts, and even ‘friends,’ but she can count on three fingers the number of people she fully trusts with her life. The price of her trust is monumental, but the rewards are equally great.


She has a sadistic streak that she barely bothers to hide. It shows in her tendency to tear apart her enemies slowly and methodically, either with her guns or with her words. On the flipside, she shows a little compassion for people under her care, whether she trusts them or not. For them, her sadism gets toned down to mere sarcasm. But in either case, it clearly shows that Selene is definitely less than sane.


Coming from her corporate background, she values effectiveness and efficiency, to the point where she nearly micromanages the members of her gang. She rewards results accordingly, and punishes failure with the severity of a guillotine. The latter she always ends with a lesson, in hopes that she’ll help the person do the job better next time.


When it comes to romance and courtship, it can go two ways. If she’s doing it with an ulterior motive in mind, she’s the ultimate dominatrix. If she actually has feelings for someone, she embodies the Eastern notion of tsundere.


Beneath all her layers, Tsukiko is a-- *ERROR: FILE CORRUPT*

Likes:

• 
  Japanese food and drink (yakitori, green tea, mochi, sake, sake, sake)
  

• Being in charge
  

• A starry autumn night
  

• Funny videos on the net
  

• Dark-colored clothes and spiky accessories
  

Dislikes:

• 
  Insubordination
  

• Strange-flavored foods
  

• Too much net usage
  

• A hot summer day
  

• (classified)
  

Fears:

• 
  Death without cause
  

• Life without legacy
  

• Darkness without escape
  

Biography:

Spoiler

I’m warning you now, my story starts off a little boring. It’s set in the typical setting of a princess born into a rich family, with her life lacking any want, and any freedom. Don’t get me wrong, those first few years were a blast. I can eat all the cake and ice cream I want, I can play all those new games on the Virtual Gear, and I can take a ride on the Fujiwara’s private hover even without asking permission. That last one got me into a bit of trouble for sure. But if you ask me that’s when things started getting a little interesting.


Dad was furious. He shouted at me for hours on end. I was seven at the time, but if you’d hear the things coming out of his mouth, you would call Child Services as fast as you can. Beneath all the vitriol, little old me realized quite a few things. For one, Dad didn’t care one bit about me, only that I was his daughter and that his legacy should live through me. Then there was that nice little bit where he called me his ‘possession,’ a thing without free will. He worded in a way where he’s still the nice guy looking out for my best interests, ‘because I don’t know what’s good for me.’


As early as then I began planning the best way to get revenge on my old man. The only person that could’ve stopped me was my mom, and she had already moved on when I was four.


I played along with my dad’s plans. The years passed without much incident. I went to a good school, studied everything a nice little CEO-in-the-making needed to succeed in life, expanded my network of acquaintances and business relations, all that jazz. In the background, I was acing the regional scoreboards of that online shooting game, Wild Gale, all while I drove my network downwards into the seedier parts of town.


Then came the time when the old coot would pass on the mantle of his title onto me. I was twenty at the time. The celebration was nothing short of monumental. Business leaders from all over the sector came, with special appearances by those skanky virtual net idols. There was even that one famous professor in the field of Artificial Intelligence, but I didn’t talk to him much. He creeps me out, even till now.


For the next four years, I worked my ass off turning Fujiwara Technical Industries into a scientific and commercial powerhouse. Our share value rose. Our products became integrated into the border defense systems that guard the city. The name Fujiwara became a commodity in the weapons industry. They hailed me as the prodigy. Little did they know that I was more demon than angel. Just when they all thought that nothing could topple the Fujiwara name, I went and stuck it to their faces.


In the following year, I basically did what any barely-legal teen would do. I somehow managed to alienate every single business partner we had with no small amount of cussing. I spent the entire Fujiwara fortune laying off every single employee we had but the Board of Directors, giving them enough severance pay to live for a decade without landing a job. And as the cherry to this frosty revenge of mine, I ‘killed’ myself right in front of my ailing father, causing him to go into cardiac arrest immediately after.


That’s something to put on your resume, no? ‘Single-handedly toppled one of the business empires in the entire country.’ Sounds nice, if you ask me.


Wait, you’re asking if ‘Tsukiko Fujiwara is still alive?’


Technically, she’s dead. Gasp! Then who’s the one talking on this here audio log?


Someone called ‘Selene.’


More commonly known as the Pale-Eyed Princess, leader of the Half-Lidded Moon Gang.


Ah, I gotta go. I still have that match in Wild Gale to win. Hope you enjoyed that little bedtime story of mine. See ya~


-End Transmission-

Strengths:

• 
  Veridian Optics - More than just an aesthetic flair, this gives Selene a brand new retinal profile, along with night vision, thermal vision, and assisted targeting.
  

• Sharpshooter - Honed from years of playing Wild Gale, the Princess boasts high skill in handllng firearms.
  

• Alpha of the Pack - Despite being female, Selene rules over her own with both kindness and fear.
  

Did he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?:

Spoiler

-From the blog post of a certain netizen, written by voice-to-text algorithm with a retinal video clip attachment-


Hooooly crap.


You would NOT believe what’s happening right now. For all my loyal viewers out there, feast your eyes on this live feed of the one and only Pale-Eyed Princess wrecking all the shit. It’s an all-out gang war out there, and yours truly is right in the middle of it! Oh my gosh, this is probably the only time I’m glad I work in a crappy convenience sto--


WOAAAAAHHH!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?! Selene just straight up shot their brains out without even breaking stride!! That’s so cool! Wait… No no no no, how the HECK did the Red Orion get their hands on military-grade armor?! That’s cheating, dammit! How are the Moonies going to get out of this one-- Nope, shouldn’t have worried. Selene’s Balkan rifle took them out, no problem.


If you think about it, her gang members aren’t doing much. It’s most as if they’re… hanging back. Some are grinning, nodding even. OH! I KNOW! Selene probably ordered them to stay back! This isn’t a gang war at all. It’s a massacre. Selene’s making an example of them all.


But man, that woman really is something else. She makes mowing down gangsters into an artform. How can someone look that hot while covered in blood?! It’s criminal, I tell you!!


Hold on. What’s that-


-Transmission cut-


-Reconnecting feed-


*cough cough* S-Shit. Freaking Orion blew up the store with an RPG. That’s hard to get down these parts. Argh, dammit! My foot’s stuck under a shitty rock. I can’t move. My ears are ringing, and my vision’s a little blurry. Huh? Who… Oh no. No no no no no--


“Shut up, or I’ll blow a hole in your face!”


Eeep!


“Damn that Selene. I thought we had her. We even went through hell just to get those armor sets. How did she-- STOP RIGHT THERE OR I’LL SHOOT.”


“Hahahaha! Shoot all you want. It won’t matter.”


“...Huh?”


“Because you’ll be dead soon~”


“Wha--”


*BANG! BANG!*


*thud*


Holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap the dude’s dead there’s blood it’s on me crap crap crap I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna--


“Hey. You doing alright?”


U-Uh, yeah. I’m fine.


“Good. You do realize I saved your life, right?”


Um… yeah.


“So that means you owe me~ If I come asking for favors you can’t say no.”


A-Alright.


“I’ll get some of the boys to help you out. But for now, you better shut off your retinal camera before I do it for you. Understood?”


Understood!


-End Transmission-

Weapon(s):


X-0013 “Izanagi & Izanami”


A modified version of the standard Fujiwara energy pistol, featuring less recoil, smoother reloading, plus a new feature: Burst Pulse, which expends all laser rounds in its custom-made magazine for one piercing shot. Perfect for dual-wielding.

Spoiler

YM-0066 “Amenonuhoko”


Selene's personal .22 long rifle, with multiple scope options. Fires .300 GRANGE plasma-coated hollow rounds for greater damage without killing the target. This plays well into her sadistic tendencies, especially since the shoulder stock has a compartment where she hides a serrated thermal knife in case she needs to torture someone.

Spoiler

 

[Elephantom]

Acceptorino @YumenoTsukishiro

 

[Elephantom]

Name: Jack Lockwood


Nickname/alias: Jackal


Gender: Male


Age: 36


Sexual orientation: Heterosexual


Appearance:

Height/Weight: 6'3 | 186 lb


Affiliations: The U-Guys


Personality: He's exactly the kind of guy you'd want to meet in a cold lone night. With a strict and uniform posture and a deadly efficiency in combat, he's upheld as one of the deadliest commanders from the U-Guys, who are also considered as a secret police. He has a commanding and dangerous demeanour, and is extremely cold-blooded and stone hearted. Make no mistake, whilst he may behave like a normal guy who's just doing his daily militaristic tasks, he's actually not that, you make one little mistake and he's gonna shoot you at point blank range. While not necessarily sadistic or chaotic. He likes to kill people, quietly or efficiently, whether they like it or not, which is also a policy in his group. If you do mistakenly happen find out a top secret stuff, you're on his watch list. That being said, he likes order and organization in his forces, which he organizes on a weekly basis, based on their experiences and combat expertise.


He takes justice and order really seriously, and is always on the lookout. Being a observational tactician, he knows when to strike, and how to strike, with strong aggression and a hint of subtlety, of course.


Likes:


Beef (food)


Obedience (behaviour)


Order (environment)





Dislikes:


Bacon (food)


Music (General)


Chaos (environment)


Insubordination (behaviour)


Losing (General)





Fears: N/A


Biography: Born in District 2#, sector #7 to two simple-minded parents. He, of course, was more ambitious than his mild parents, who shortly died after they were attacked by the Crimson Roads, a political based group of fanatics. In an ensuing gunfight between the local police forces and the Crimson Roads, his parents happened to he in the middle of them, and well, was terribly but quickly disintegrated into ashes. Since his parents didn't have any existing family, Jack was dumped in an orphanage where he was quickly adopted by a military commander who lived in District 1# sector #3. There, he lived a life of luxury, his ambitions were correctly fulfilled and he aimed for a militaristic job. After he grew up, he was chosen as viable candidate for the Secret U-Guys program, the choice was pretty much mandatory. But he didn't mind anyway, he had a high-time salary and it was the kind of job he was looking for.


He trained for years on end, before finally achieving a fit physique. From there, he quickly climbed up the ranks to he a commander with his own platoon of soldiers.


Strengths:


Shooter: After years of practicing and experience. He had come to hone his targeting skill, and still does practice with it, perfecting it until there are no flaws.


CQC specialist: What happens when you're in extremely close quarters sections with no gun? Badassery happens.


Tactical specialist: When you need to make a plan, an ambush or simply a home schedule. Call this guy, though I'm not sure about the last one.


DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?:


Loading transmission...


"So we have no leads? Nothing at all?"


"I don't think so, this killings have been done with precision, and the bodies have been intentionally left out and cleaned. Not a single trace in them, and no signs of struggle. It's as if something, a spectre or a phantom came in. It seems like entrance was made using the door. Though the door shows no sign of hacking. Must be someone with high-priority deck."


"Either he's one sly bastard, a ghost or someone from the inside."


Transmission ended...


Weapons:


THE JACKHAMMER


'129-Tesla' A high particle beam weapon modified with parts from '909 Defiler' rail gun's pressurized compressors and 'Zero-412' Battle rifles' rapid fire system. Which together, creates the 'Jackhammer' which is Jackal's custom made weapon. It's named the jackhammer for it's immense recoil, but dangerous penetrating force.

STANDARD ISSUE M1937 PULSE RIFLE


The default rifle choice for all military personnel and U-Guy. It uses 9.76mm pulse rounds. An extended and better variation of the normal 9.76mm HEAT rounds. The pulse rounds are packeted with plasma, giving it an extra boost in speed and damage, and significantly lessens recoil.

DEADLOCK-V.2


An improved version of the original DEADLOCK revolver, it comes equipped with heavy SPINE barrels which gives a more momentum to rounds. Which means the more it travels, the more damage it does. It runs on HE rounds, a significant improvement to the original laser rounds. The new DEADLOCK has more damage and hitting power at the cost of speed, rate of fire and No-recoil feature of the original DEADLOCK.

DEADLOCK


The original DEADLOCK which still dominates the revolver industry. Using 3.V Thrust rounds, which are basically laser holders which eject laser once fired, the case than falls to the ground. The Thrust technology was implemented for better accuracy and range.

 

[Orion Pax]

Name: Tucker Frost


Nickname/alias: Mainframe


Gender: Male


Age: 32


Sexual orientation: Heterosexual


Appearance:

Height/Weight: 6'2" 193 lbs


Affiliations: Fixer (ex-Deadlock worker)


Personality: Tucker isn't the kind of guy that likes to stand out. While not explicitly quiet and reserved, he doesn't go out of his way to be outgoing in social situations. His irritable and cynical nature leads him to despise the excessively flamboyant and eccentric personalities that many of his fellow fixers seem to have. That being said, when amongst friends he can be much more talkative and sociable. Tucker would much rather work in a group than alone, despite his outward nature, as he is modest towards his own abilities and feels more comfortable with someone to watch his back. He is resourceful, dependable and filled with technical know-how, making him great a great team player.


Likes:


Technology


Plans


Money


Group-Work


Dislikes:


Improvisation


Flamboyance


Being alone


Nature


Fears:


Solitude


Biography: Tucker's life can be described with one word: mundane. He spent the first years of his life growing up in Sector 2, with a functional family and no out-of-the-ordinary events occurring during his childhood. He was a good student, excelling in his field of electrical engineering. He would go on to work with Deadlock in developing experimental electrical weaponry. One day, whilst working on a new type of grenade, his work blew up in his face and his lungs and face were severely injured. Luckily the technology available was able to preserve his life, but for the next 3 years he would be required to take expensive drugs. Unfortunately, his job wouldn't cover the medical bills, and he began stealing blueprints and data from Deadlock in order to obtain the money necessary to stay alive. Eventually, his "side job" was discovered, and he was forced to go into hiding from the U-guys. He has since become a fixer, using his knowledge of electrical engineering and experience at Deadlock to conduct his espionage.


Strengths:


Resourceful- He's good at forming flexible plans and solving problems


Good with technology- Earned his nickname "Mainframe" through his skilled manipulation of the defense systems in whatever compound he is infiltrating


Level-headed- Even when something goes wrong, you can count on him to keep his cool


DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: He takes pride in his efficiency and works to keep his missions as uneventful as possible


Weapon(s): Mainframe prefers not to initiate direct confrontation, as he would rather use the defensive systems of his enemies against themselves. He usually carries with him:


Prism mines:

He carries a few of these with him at all times. They can attach to walls and other surfaces. The prisms create a tripwire than detonates the mines when passed through. He has rigged his mines to feed information to his suit so he can tell when they are tripped and when opposition is coming.


Emp Grenades:

His self manufactured EMP grenades can take out any electrical devices in a room or enclosed area. Their effectiveness decreases greatly outdoors. He has configured them so that they will also disable most laser-based weapons, causing the ammunition to be ineffective for a short duration.


E-tech pulse rifle:

A heavily modified m1937 that shoots rounds laced with electricity rather than plasma, lessening direct damage, but disabling machine targets and providing a series of electric shocks to organic targets


Diamondback Revolver:

A Deadlock that has been retooled to fire normal rounds the same size as the 3. V thrusts.

 

[Elephantom]

There's a bit of a flaw around this sheet:

• Your character seems to be hardwired to disable our weapons, take it into mind that plasma is superheated electrons, your weaponry can disrupt the gun and ammunition flow, thereby easing your onslaught upon us. Therefore, all EMP stuff is OP.
  
• Make it a tad bit longer.
  
• The city is divided into districts which are sub-divided into sectors which have many other sub-divisions. All of this applies only to districts #1,2,3.
  

 

[EasternGhost]

Name: Troy Decius


Nickname/alias: "Ghost Town"


Gender: Male


Age: 26


Sexual orientation: Heterosexual


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c823c46b2_TroyDecius.jpg.421f389f6484584e29444611eba79699.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="108985" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c823c46b2_TroyDecius.jpg.421f389f6484584e29444611eba79699.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Height/Weight: 6'0/195 lbs


Affiliations: Attempting to Gain Acceptance into the Half Lidded Moon Gang


Personality: Stoic, sarcastic, enjoys books, philosophy, staring at the full moon, walking along the dark alleys and contemplating whether or not the demons he sees are of his own creation, or those prowling within reality, not overly cruel, but can be harsh to those his dislikes, or just doesn't plain know very well. His loyalty can be bought, but if it is earned, he is willing to go down to hell guns blazing and sword slashing. Clinically and Medically fearless. Is considered a rogue, but just prefers the title of "spirited".


Likes: Italian food especially calzones and anything with alfredo


Drinking


Chain-Smoking


Full Moon Nights


Cold Weather


Reading


The Color Gray


Dislikes: The Liquor Store being closed


Cigarette pack being empty


Most Sunny Days


Giving Orders seeing as it resembles too much work


Leadership, "Let somebody else do that shit"


The color red


Fears: Has brain damage to his amygdala after surviving a hit squad attempt, thus no longer physically capable of expressing the emotion of fear


Biography: He was born and raised in Northern Downtown Neon City by a French Prostitute of a Mother and a Greek Smash & Grabber of a Father. His mother however did little in the way of raising. She was dead before Troy turned 4 from an overdose of multiple psychotropic's and painkillers. It's okay. She wasn't ever really around anyway. I heard more grunting and moaning from her than anything that could technically be called intellectual human language. Poor guys though, they don't know she faked most of it. Pops was okay for the most part, as long as I kept my end of the bargains when we went out to "contribute" to the local community. I kept watch, and played the picket if people came snooping. I got my first couple of bodies that way. Mostly mercenary types hired to keep Pops from continuously hitting up their businesses seeing as Pops had a love for shiny things. He'd drive to Sector 1 and I'd scope the place out while he prepared to move in. It was like that until I was around 11 or 12 I think. He crashed in, took whatever he could fit in the duffle bag in under 45 seconds, and I made sure no one made it to him. I think I had a dozen or so bodies over the years by the time things went south. It was pretty much an ambush really. Pops had started bringing in another two guys for information brokering on the best places that were worthy of our Father-Son Duo. One of them must have been offered something better than what Pops offered. An entire Hit Squad was waiting for us when we got there. I was shot 6 times, the caliber of bullet tossed me through the windows of the business. It's what I get for standing so close to the place. I lost both my arms, an left eye from glass, and around 3 Liters of blood from the human capacity of 6 liters. Miracle I lived really. Pops wasn't so lucky. Made him kneel to his knees, face away, and get done in execution style. You know, the fancy way people do it when they like to pretend their some kind of fucking "ronin" or some shit. Posers. I was pretty much drifting between life and death for a week or so, I remember seeing some pretty twisted shit in that place..wherever I was while I was unconscious. They say it was due to the severity of my wounds that I was hallucinating, or in a separate state of mind. Who knows. It doesn't really matter does it?


I awoke in some fancy hospital. Nothing like I should have been placed in Downtown. Couldn't understand where and why. Some bigwig in DEADLOCK industries took interest in me. Gave me new arms, a new eye, gave me a choice in what I wanted to do. I watched this "oldies" movie about ancient period Samurai or something. It's primitive yes, but it looked so damn beautiful swinging those oversized knives around ya know? So I said fuck it, sign me up to do shit like that ya see? I was kicking ass with my new arms and soon enough, my adoptive pops couldn't find a sensei who would come within visual distance of me and a battle/sparring circle. Now my adoptive pops, he was some kind of Engineer at DEADLOCK and well you know how it goes, Internal politics in those shady corporations? Jealousy, Greed, Deceit, Lust...you name it. I was 17 when my adoptive pops caught a shell in the face outside the apartment he rented for me in Sector 1. Nice little place it was too. No idea who or why. Must've made somebody mad. He was a Head Engineer in DEADLOCK, so maybe another Head Engineer said "fuck you" or something. Or he pissed off his chief. Dunno. Doesn't matter. I was on my own again. So I packed up that awesome sword my adoptive pops had custom made with some extra shiny stuff to it in remembrance of my birth pops, and I went home. I went back to Downtown.


I started contracting myself as Hired Muscle, Bounty Hunter for whomever wanted someone brought back alive, or just a plain and simple assassin ya know? I did pick and choose my contracts though.....contrary to popular belief, I have morals and a conscience. It's just not like yours probably. I learned I liked reading. Imagine that. Crazy as hell right? Funny how Socrates, Confucius, and those other Long-Winded Drones/Tools actually made some sense to me. Either that or the alcohol was poorly brewed and in that case, I can't complain. I like Stank Lightning, Basement Water, Sewer Piss....you know...that homemade moonshine minus the mountain kinda shit. Do I have a problem? Not yet. Gimme a bit and ask me later alright? I started smoking to. I couldn't get into the Cigar stuff because I don't want to try and act like a phony John Gotti. Them guys were impressive seeing as they were bosses and controlled everyone and everything. I don't have the attention span for that. Maybe I'm lazy. Lucky Luciano was psycho though. Running multiple mobs? Dude wasn't human.


I was around 26 when Downtown got a little boring. At least Northern Downtown. They started calling me "Ghost Town" seeing as when people knew I was on a contract, the area I was in turned to a ghost town at the first sight of me. I don't know if I'm famous anywhere except Downtown since I highly doubt the Sectors have heard of me. Whatever. I moved shop from Northern Downtown to the East when I heard rumors about some group called the Half Lidded Moon Gang. I thought they might want my assistance. Contract me out ya know? Or hell, take me permanently. Still waiting to see the Pale Eyed Princess about that. Security is a bitch ya know?


Strengths:


1 - 6th Dan Battojutsu swordsmanship practitioner (The highest Dan Ranking Possible Being 8/The average 6th Dan Ranker is usually in his Mid-50's with around 35 years of experience thus making Troy exceptionally gifted) Battojutsu translates to "The Craft Of Drawing Out The Sword"


2 - Prosthetic Arms (Both): Both of Troy's arms are Prosthetic, thus making his upper body physical strength and speed beyond what a normal human can produce, thus effectively making his swordsmanship excessively deadly allowing him to climb the Dan Ladder of Battojutsu unnaturally quickly


3 - Prosthetic Left Eye: Which works for Night Vision and long distance viewing, however he uses the long distance rarely seeing as he is not technically a sharpshooter


4 - Strategically Talented: He's no Sun Tzu or Zhuge Liang but he knows his way around a combat zone and the basic "Do & Dont's".


5 - Explosives Technician: He can't exactly make the perfect bomb or anything, but he knows how to craft simple C4 charges, molotov's, homemade grenade's, and once as a kid he made this really impressive thing with a bunch of firecrackers, lighter fluid, ammonia, and a glass coke bottle. The other ingredients well....you don't need to know....


Did he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?:


Just ask around Northern Downtown about "Ghost Town". Self explanatory.


Weapon(s): (if he/she has any specific signature weapons)


"Achilles"


His Sword made Of Titanium Alloy, cuts through most other melee based weaponry and its lighter than steel thus easier to move in combat scenarios.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/Achilles.jpg.2c6202e68f5c8de7efe4f38501fe1591.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="108993" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/Achilles.jpg.2c6202e68f5c8de7efe4f38501fe1591.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Standard DEADLOCK

@Elephantom


@YumenoTsukishiro

 

[Elephantom]

Okay, I'm sorry to say this and I don't want to be a jerk, but there's certain 'flaws' in your character. Now let me list it, in a brief manner, of course, so you can try and fix it:

• The district system doesn't work the way you described it. You mentioned only sectors, which are sub-categories of districts. The sectors are also divided into various other names such as quadrants, roads, other names etc. If by sector one, you mean district #1, then it'd be really hard for you to commit crimes, seeing as they're guarded by the extremely secret and dangerous U-Guys and other law enforcement officers. There are no downtown district southern ends, northern ends in the downtown district, at least not officially, no. The word 'Neon city' is barely used, as it is a nickname, and districts are more commonly used.
  
• Your sheet is not that beautifully organized or formatted. BBcodes aren't a necessity but please do try to make your sheet look nice. Use fonts, format your sheet a bit, ya know, the usual stuff.
  
• The Rp is detailed, so I'll need to preview any writing sample or any Rp you used to be in, so that I can decide if you're fit to enter.
  
• your character is Mary stu-ish. Meaning he has way too many cybernetic implants and strengths. You could make a guy who works his way up, or limit your strengths or cybernetics. Or you could remove a few of them. Take my character Marcus as an example. Notice that he doesn't have that much of a strength, and you can see that he uses his wits to go by in the rp.
  
• And your 'Achilles' is a bit OP. Mostly because it can cut through other melee weapons.
  
• Your character's a bit bland. Please do make him a bit unique. Remember, this isn't a ronin, or a samurai rp, I myself don't know a lot about their cultures. This rp is mostly based on tech-noir, cyberpunk and retro-futuristic themes, which most characters here have. Your character seems to have a more straight up sci-fi ronin theme.
  

 

[Freyu Valentine]

I am claiming this post as a Work in Progress!

• General Info
• Background Information
• Weapons and Special Gear

• 
  
  
  Name: Minako Arisato
  
  
  Nickname/alias: Fate
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 30
  
  
  Sexual orientation: Demisexual
  
  
  Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8272d551_WomenSensualArtPicturesImages.jpg.c22dd70ecfbcbf109c860ecc7dd43969.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109125" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8272d551_WomenSensualArtPicturesImages.jpg.c22dd70ecfbcbf109c860ecc7dd43969.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5 foot 3 inches and 110 lbs.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Affiliations: Black marketer, Contact to many a fixer becoming the middle lady for many high profile jobs.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Minako is seductive, manipulative, strong willed and definitely has a streak for beating out her competition in any situation. She's calm and cool headed even when faced with people whom are angry and saddened by loss.
  
  
  She has been known as a tough negotiator and manager of many a team of mercenaries. She many have never taken the field herself however she speaks wisdom that goes beyond her years as if she had been fighting for that long.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Wine
  
  
  Smoking
  
  
  Classical music
  
  
  Old movies
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Gaining weight
  
  
  Laziness
  
  
  Losing money
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  The Unknown
  
  
  W.O.R.M
  
  
  U-Guys
  
  
  Biography:
  
  
  Minako was born within the third level in sector seven. She had a high class life and her family was considered rich and powerful. However, in her youth around the age of ten, her parents entire company was suddenly gone. A group of mercenaries hired by someone probably a local competitor destroyed the entire facility.
  
  
  The mercenaries themselves were dead but, with her parents company literally destroyed, her family had to move to a lower sector as they attempted to rebuild. However constant setbacks in the rebuilding caused her father to begin drinking and he became abusive towards both Minako and her mother.
  
  
  One night as Minako stayed up late staring up at the ceiling, she heard the loud sounds of two successive gunshots followed by the repeated firing of a gun. She hid under her bed afraid of what might be happening even though she was nearing the age of fourteen.
  
  
  Time seemed to drag on but, there was no sounds of searching or further screaming. Three hours had passed as Minako hid under this bed only to have her mother return and call out to her. The two embraced tightly as her mother explained the crime she had commited and attempted to hide.
  
  
  Their lives in further shambles, the two moved further down the chain to the first level. Her mother worked hard at two jobs as Minako attempted to focus on her studies. Years passed and when Minako reached the age of eighteen her mother passed away in that same year.
  
  
  Minako was uncertain where to go in her life now, seeing first hand how bad the corporative warfare was she began to study them thoroughly. During these studies she kept coming across a word repeated throughout everything, Fate, Fate, Fate. Someone was called this she theorized and began to use what money she had left to find this mysterious person.
  
  
  It didn't take long after only about a week of attempting to find out whom it was she instead was knocked out and brought to the Fate another woman. Minako explained her story as best she could and the desire she had burning within to tear down the system. The Fate then herself was growing old having been operating as a high level underground contact. She offered to teach Minako which she easily accepted.
  
  
  Time would pass and Minako learned all she could, to act like the Fate to be her in the future. By the time she turned 28 the old fate went into a retirement and serves as a secret advisor to Minako though they only speak through tightly secure messages. Minako now runs this operation from within sector 7 of the first district. Her general hideaway is situated within a bar called 7th Heaven and is considered heavily guarded and defended.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Intelligent
  
  
  Seductive
  
  
  Rich
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Low combat training
  
  
  No real battle experience
  
  
  DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: No, though she has given many others jobs to do such things.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon(s):
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8273897f_C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_SavedImages_GERBER0PROPELTANTOSERR-8.jpg.c97979e50d6f6db8222e230e7c65995e.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109128" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8273897f_C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_SavedImages_GERBER0PROPELTANTOSERR-8.jpg.c97979e50d6f6db8222e230e7c65995e.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  M2800 Vibroknife
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c82734764_C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_SavedImages_images(2).jpg.521b523b75a666cdec137eda6865f5e4.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109127" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c82734764_C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_SavedImages_images(2).jpg.521b523b75a666cdec137eda6865f5e4.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Colt M191000
  
  
  

• General Info
• Background Information
• Weapons and Special Gear

• 
  
  
  Name: Nicole Urban
  
  
  Nickname/alias: Wolf
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 25
  
  
  Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
  
  
  Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8273f585_assasinsciencefichtionstreetsamuraishadowruncyberpunk(1).jpg.4419d56cd483b58f4180a3992a6faf00.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109129" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/57a8c8273f585_assasinsciencefichtionstreetsamuraishadowruncyberpunk(1).jpg.4419d56cd483b58f4180a3992a6faf00.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5 feet tall 200 lbs. Due to cybernetic enhancements.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Affiliations: Mercenary of Fortune: High risk and high pay jobs are our line of work
  
  
  Personality: Nicole has almost completely blended herself with machinery. She is cold and emotionless and generally quiet during times when others are distraught. She fights to retain her humanity in a mental state and is closed off to questions about herself. Her only goal in life seems to be to get rich or die trying.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Working on machines
  
  
  Repairing weapons and technology
  
  
  Explosions
  
  
  Upgrading herself
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Questions
  
  
  Pointless banter
  
  
  Bad Intel on jobs
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  Nicole fears losing her humanity but, she has lost far too much of it to return to how she was. So she attempts to hold onto some portion of it.
  
  
  Biography:
  
  
  Nicole Urban lived on the streets of the downtown areas. She was abandoned young and left most likely for dead. However a member of a local gang found her and took her in. She wasn't taught much of anything as she grew up in this environment except the bare basics for loving.
  
  
  Nicole grew to have a fond love of machines and their inner workings as she began to learn on her own, the gangs mechanic began to teach her as well. When she hit the age of sixteen she was initiated and made a formal member of the gang.
  
  
  She worked on the machines and robotics and cybernetics she loved and eventually for her service in the gang was offered to receive an improvement of her own. This was the first that began her downward spiral. She started with a simple eye augmentation, however seeing how much she improved with this alone, she began to take more and more augments upon herself.
  
  
  By the time she reached 20 her body was mostly machine and cybernetic. Though crude in most cases they served her well. Around this time the gang she had been working for was destroyed while she was receiving a new replacement on her arm.
  
  
  However, Nicole was seemingly unaffected by this loss and began searching for jobs she could complete on her own. She found some and the profits began to gather and so she improved herself further and further upgrading her crude parts to more modern ones and ones that even appeared to have real flesh on the outside.
  
  
  One day Nicole realized as she stared into a mirror at her reskinned self just how much she lost. Not only in friends and her family but, also of herself. This brought her greatest fear back into her mind. As she stared into the mirror and punched it angrily the entire wall was broken.
  
  
  Nicole now continues to work to gain money and survive. Her connection between human and machine a constant struggle within herself. She hopes that one day she might somehow regain her lost humanity but, logically realizes this is doubtful.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Self sufficient
  
  
  Logical thinking prevents emotional struggles.
  
  
  Enhanced intelligence
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Needs to constantly be repaired
  
  
  Parts of her can actually be hacked remotely if given enough time
  
  
  DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: Single handedly defeated two gangs within the same evening putting a bloody end to a long turf war by killing all of them within the downtown areas.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon(s):
  
  
  Cyberware o cyberware:
  
  
  Cybernetic Arm with weapon implant:
  
  
  The Weapon is a upgraded Ax-9 with laser rounds that recharge rapidly within herself. It can fire for an extended period however takes far longer to recharge once overheated and may even disable other systems within Nicole.
  
  
  Cybernetic Eyes with flesh coverings:
  
  
  These enhanced eyes have many view settings which include, Thermal Vision, Night Vision, and assisted targeting. Nicole eventually paid extra and had them covered to appear as if they were unaltered eyes with a pale blue color for the irises
  
  
  Cybernetic hearing:
  
  
  Advanced Hearing allowing her to hear sounds and understand them from further away.
  
  
  Brain augmentation:
  
  
  Nicole had gone through a dangerous surgery early on in life. This experimental implant became fused with her brain granting her the ability to think and react faster. She personally believes this enhancement is the greatest reason for her humanity loss but knows if it was removed she would probably die.
  
  
  

• General Info
• Background Information
• Weapons and Special Gear

• 
  
  
  Name: Roku Smith
  
  
  Nickname/alias: Eva
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Sexual orientation: Homosexual
  
  
  Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d35b69_BenLoscreation_FuturisticWarReporter.png.ad896251202ca552d1f5b1e4646892b8.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109940" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d35b69_BenLoscreation_FuturisticWarReporter.png.ad896251202ca552d1f5b1e4646892b8.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Day Job Appearance
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d3966c_ShadowrunCharactersonPinterest_ShadowrunCyberpunkandCyberpunk___.jpg.886e81cc29bc4240b1728e63dc76be14.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109941" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d3966c_ShadowrunCharactersonPinterest_ShadowrunCyberpunkandCyberpunk___.jpg.886e81cc29bc4240b1728e63dc76be14.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Night Job Appearance
  
  
  Height/Weight:
  
  
  Five foot Ten Inches, one hundred pounds
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Affiliations:
  
  
  Neon City News Reporter by day
  
  
  Badass Fixer by night
  
  
  Personality: Serious to a fault during nearly every situation, Roku prides herself as being a destructive force of badassery. Not only is she prideful and arrogant she is obviously greedy, profiting off her nightly exploits by reporting them for the major television network just minutes after finishing a job.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Money
  
  
  Explosions
  
  
  Kicking ass
  
  
  Conning others
  
  
  Hiding in plain sight
  
  
  Reporting
  
  
  Driving
  
  
  Acting
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Stealthy jobs
  
  
  Meat
  
  
  Breaking promises
  
  
  Fears: Roku naturally fears being discovered, though she has successfully been both reporter and news causer for over two years. She fears losing her sweet ride to success and riches.
  
  
  Biography:
  
  
  I hate speaking about myself but if thats what you want fine then.
  
  
  I was born upon the third district and it starts as you'd expect, boring. My family is still alive and there was no drama, no reason really to be rebellious. Everything was good, except well myself.
  
  
  I fought against my parents wishes, did terrible at school even shaved my head once just before going to their friends wedding. All simple acts to avoid my biggest hate. Boredom, thats what life seems to have become.
  
  
  I got a job as a reporter, low unimportant news and the realization I'd never get higher up. It was boring, so I simply caused an explosion at a refueling station and suddenly found myself mystified by the real sights of the explosion.
  
  
  I then moved to bigger weapons, bigger explosions, bigger kill counts and then when it was over donned my boring "Real" face and reported how terrible the massacre was. It was glorious and I grow richer and happier with each evening. Man, life is brilliant isn't it? Whens the next explosion going to happen?
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Deadly accurate with firearms
  
  
  Explosives expert
  
  
  Acting skills
  
  
  DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: Roku once blew up a fueling station used to supply many large corporations and then reported on the same incident literally fifteen minutes later earning her a bonus at work.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon(s):
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d144cc_Conceptcarsandtrucks_Shadowrun_Pinterest.jpg.6213a35ee4a4056441d6fe25b8cc0cdd.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109939" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d144cc_Conceptcarsandtrucks_Shadowrun_Pinterest.jpg.6213a35ee4a4056441d6fe25b8cc0cdd.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Far Reach Industries "Bloodmoon" SUV
  
  
  Originally a military vehicle Roku stole this during one of her earlier jobs. Armed with self sustaining Laser Turret, which fires intensely heated armor piercing laser rounds capable of taking down many other light armored targets with ease. It has seats for four others, a space under the vehicle to hide aforementioned turret. Armored plating, bullet proof tires and even an added bass system. This upgraded car is Roku's favorite if a bit conspicuous during the day.
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d3cef3_DSNGSSCIFIMEGAVERSE_SCIFIGUNSWEAPONSHANDGUNSLASERRIFLES.jpg.36aafbd36abe102b65e96e4f5356a421.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109942" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d3cef3_DSNGSSCIFIMEGAVERSE_SCIFIGUNSWEAPONSHANDGUNSLASERRIFLES.jpg.36aafbd36abe102b65e96e4f5356a421.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Far-Reach Industries Z Series Sniper Rifle "Heartless"
  
  
  A laser sniper rifle developed for stealth missions, Roku modified it to be both louder and more destructive, with an added rapid fire option this sniper rifle can switch to an Assault Rifle with a simple flip of a switch. She primarily uses this weapon on the rapid fire mode as it causes the most destruction in the shortest amount of time.
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d40ada_FARFuturisticAssaultRifle2FARFuturisticAssaultRifle.jpg.a147b4ce532647bb6dca7a8eb8cffcdd.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109943" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/57a8c83d40ada_FARFuturisticAssaultRifle2FARFuturisticAssaultRifle.jpg.a147b4ce532647bb6dca7a8eb8cffcdd.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Far-Reach Industries S series Submachine gun "Phaser Laser"
  
  
  When you want to clear a room without having to care about aiming grab this weapon. When you can't blow it up simply pump it full of holes, Roku uses two of this in unison and each fire thirty laser rounds a clip. Roku has also practices her reload times and is able to reload them in less than ten seconds for more destructive force.
  
  
  

• General Info
• Background Information
• Weapons and Special Gear

• Appearance; No mask

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  

  
  

  Appearance; Masked

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  

  
  

  
  
  
  Name: Christine Gates
  
  
  Nickname/alias: 'Mercy' / The Blood Angel
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Sexual orientation: Demisexual
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5 foot 2 inches, and 114lbs.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Affiliations: None
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Kind, nurturing, selfless, these words belong to those who know nothing of her, but still wish to describe her in passing. In truth, with those who experience her nature, she would best be labeled as 'eerily unpleasant'.
  
  
  To most she is passively kind, perhaps because that is what is expected. However, in the face of gore and violence, she seems almost twistedly playful. The worse a situation is, the more flesh and body are broken, the happier she seems to be. When it comes to operations field or not, one can finally note that she holds no sympathy for others. This is due to the fact that what she respects is the fiber of creation within each individual, and not their life. Rather, in simple terms, she cherishes the blood within another's body more than it's host.
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  Surgeries
  
  
  Injuries
  
  
  Blood
  
  
  War
  
  
  Torture
  
  
  Warmth
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Frigid temperatures
  
  
  Fears
  
  
  Incineration
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  Despite being raised within the third level of the city, life proved quite difficult. Parents, known widely as groundbreaking scientists of the medical field, seemed to ignore the existence of the daughter. Providing the minimal, she was raised without care, mostly in the hands of the staff the worked for the Gates. As such, she learned to expect nothing from others, even those who were meant to share a bond, at an early age. The only thing she could be appreciative for were the rare occasions that they would bring her to the labs, so she may observe them.
  
  
  The Gates made many enemies within their uprising, which included those they sent to the seventh sector to live with the diseased. They were known for delaying medicines, merely so the diseases would spread further to insure a higher payout. As such, it was not very surprising that there were those who sought to kill the two who led the family. And it just so happened to be on one of those days that the daughter was brought to their labs that the move was finally made. It was a deed done out of revenge, leading those who partook in the raiding to ignore the small girl. More so, when they noticed she held no will to even slow their efforts. With alarms blaring, the entire lab began to go into lockdown, sealing a majority of the doors, but not before the assailants could make their hasty escape.
  
  
  The lab was always a cold place, and the bodies of her parents within only made it seem colder. Never had she really depended on them, but feeling the chill within the air she was pushed forward, relying on some subconscious instinct to rely on those who supplied. She came to hold the bodies on the floor, but just like the room, they were like an unwelcoming ice. It was to be expected, of souls that held so little meaning within her life. However, through their wounds a warmth did meet the girl. Such a gentle, welcoming warmth that greeted her with a red vibrancy. She clung to this nurturing liquid that slowly drained from her parents, at last feeling that something was given. For hours she remained locked within that lab, until a response team finally came to her rescue.
  
  
  From that day, she held the up most interest in the various fibers that constructed the life of living things. Tissues, Organs, Blood, they were all such warm and giving entities that allowed all to function. Quickly did this interest evolve into an obsession as she dug further and further into the fields that her parents once breached. By the age of eighteen she already began to make a name for herself, known well for her knowledge and medical practices. However, what they didn't know was that even at this early stage she was partaking in underground events, simply for the opportunity to privately take part in her obsession. Through these deeper organizations she learned about weaponry, battle, and the various other methods that brought her obsessions further to the surface. Pain, injury, death, they were all gateways that released a far more beautiful form.
  
  
  Strengths
  
  
  Medical Knowledge
  
  
  Weaponry
  
  
  DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: No, not yet at least.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon(s):
  
  
  Surgical Blade: (Pictured in mask photo above)
  
  
  Mercy was able to modify a simple batch of surgical tools into a heated blade, with the aid of another. The blade cuts deep into the flesh of an enemy like butter and spews the warm liquid she obsesses with profusely outward. The blade also contains a special serum which, when injected into another, infects them with a poison which will kill them in about thirty six hours in a violent and bloody way.
  
  
  Medical instruments: She carries these around with her constantly within her armored suit. They are generally used for healing but, she is known for being slow due to her obession with injuries and all.
  
  
  

 

[Elephantom]

@Lana Valentine


Minako is accepted.

 

[Elephantom]

Nicole is accepted.


@Lana Valentine

 

[EasternGhost]

Okay, I'm sorry to say this and I don't want to be a jerk, but there's certain 'flaws' in your character. Now let me list it, in a brief manner, of course, so you can try and fix it:

• The district system doesn't work the way you described it. You mentioned only sectors, which are sub-categories of districts. The sectors are also divided into various other names such as quadrants, roads, other names etc. If by sector one, you mean district #1, then it'd be really hard for you to commit crimes, seeing as they're guarded by the extremely secret and dangerous U-Guys and other law enforcement officers. There are no downtown district southern ends, northern ends in the downtown district, at least not officially, no. The word 'Neon city' is barely used, as it is a nickname, and districts are more commonly used.

• Your sheet is not that beautifully organized or formatted. BBcodes aren't a necessity but please do try to make your sheet look nice. Use fonts, format your sheet a bit, ya know, the usual stuff.

• The Rp is detailed, so I'll need to preview any writing sample or any Rp you used to be in, so that I can decide if you're fit to enter.

• your character is Mary stu-ish. Meaning he has way too many cybernetic implants and strengths. You could make a guy who works his way up, or limit your strengths or cybernetics. Or you could remove a few of them. Take my character Marcus as an example. Notice that he doesn't have that much of a strength, and you can see that he uses his wits to go by in the rp.

• And your 'Achilles' is a bit OP. Mostly because it can cut through other melee weapons.

• Your character's a bit bland. Please do make him a bit unique. Remember, this isn't a ronin, or a samurai rp, I myself don't know a lot about their cultures. This rp is mostly based on tech-noir, cyberpunk and retro-futuristic themes, which most characters here have. Your character seems to have a more straight up sci-fi ronin theme.

Alright nevermind. Not interested anymore. Our timezones are too far apart and I waited an entire day for nothing. Later.

 

[Elephantom]

Name: Job Glazer


Nickname/alias: Laser-dude


Gender: Male


Age: 29


Sexual orientation: Heterosexual


Appearance:

Height/Weight: 6'6 | 186 lb


Affiliations: Independent


Personality: While he may seem a lot off-the-book type guy. It's actually quite different than that. While he may be a bit goofy or too much cheerful, he also his more 'serious' side. He's really confident and a bit sarcastic and humorous. And he's also quite enthusiastic and energetic. Mind you, he's also very ambitious though he takes no approach in engaging in big businesses or doing a job at one of the megacorporations.


Normally, he's a mild dude, with a smooth flowing attitude and a calm mind. He's also quite charitable and assertive, and also really kind and sincere too. But whenever there is action going on or the water is boiling.


He goes ballistic. Turning into his more serious 'laser-dude' persona. Donning a vigorous and lawfully bad attitude, and with a cold hint to it. He turns more aware and observant of his surroundings, and with a more shorter temper.


Likes:


Laser (Miscellaneous)


Lazer-power (Cola brand | Beverage)


All things flashy (Environment)


Dislikes:


Bland lighting (Environment)


Old fashioned lighting (Miscellaneous)


Deo-Cola (Cola brand | Beverage)


Fears: N/A


Biography: Born in District #2, Sector 3#. His father was a club manager, and an infamous one at that, because of his nasty reputation for being a grifter. His mother died during childbirth, while his father, in a fit of depression, resorted to drugs and alcoholic drinks, with a side of gambling. Job was very much neglected, that was, until he turned 15. His father's dues finally caught up with him, cornered by loan sharks, due to the increasing debt he garnered because of his multiple loans and gambling habit. The two loan sharks shot off his father's dick before forcing him to suck it, and afterwards, they beat him with it. All the while Job witnessed from under his bed. His father was finally put out from his misery when the loan sharks shot him in groin multiple times, thus giving him a painful death. Fortunately, the gangsters didn't notice the small kid who was hiding, and had witnessed everything.


He was taken into his uncle's care.


After he grew up, he decided to take matters into his own hand. Filled with vengeance, he killed the two killers using a laser hammer. Than afterwards, thoroughly shaky about his first kill and forever jaded by his father's death, he decided to turn into the lawfully villainous Laser-dude, or just dude for short.


Strengths:


Laser nerd: Due to his advanced knowledge of concentrated photons and super heated electrons, he has gained increased knowledge on how to use both laser weapons and plasma weapons. He can also handle a gun efficiently.


Laser Beam: He, in his later days, paid for a cybernetic laser eye augmentation. Meaning he can shoot lasers out of his eyes! Sadly, this are very prone to overheating and malfunctioning, especially in warm or heated places. He can also scan the surrounding area using Concentrated stabilized gamma, which he can use to track people through walls, unfortunately, he can't go through thick lead or concrete, or use his gamma rays to inflict radiation upon his enemies, as the gamma rays are significantly stabilized, and unstable rays means damage to his own body and eyes.


Did he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: He once manage to take out one of robo-oppressor's fortresses using heavy strategic placements of laser bombs and stealth.


Users reported the following destruction as 'laser-filled atomic bomb!" And "I'm pretty sure I'm having a debilitating hallucinatory effects." And "that was way too bombastic for my taste!"


Weapon:


XM805 AR 'POWER RIFLE'


Using the revolutionary Acu-Shot tech, which uses internal compressors to make the more unstable laser shots more accurate. This weapon doesn't use any laser packets or laser bullets, and instead, uses pure shots of fiery photon. Powered by batteries, the battery compartment is located on the top.

BULLPOINT W. 300


The newest product from DEADLOCK Industries. Instead of using the previous DEADLOCK revolver's Thrust technology or HE slugs. This pistol uses HP+ Laser slugs to increase impact and hitting power, at the cost of recoil.

THE OSTRICH HAND 'SHOCK-NADO'


A power glove that uses laser to power hydraulics. Mostly relying on shock and blunt trauma. This is an effective close quarters hand weapon that are used by anti-terrorist forces to incapacitate people. There are two modes: Stun mode, which uses low blunt trauma and more shock-based energy output which is used to incapacitate people. And attack mode, which changes the command system, which in turn initiates a reroute command to insert more energy on the hydraulics and less energy on the shock system, thus making it more aggressively offensive


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/upload_2016-3-1_6-49-35.jpeg.91f47d2c20d045e5ab3245829b1fa8a0.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="109332" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/upload_2016-3-1_6-49-35.jpeg.91f47d2c20d045e5ab3245829b1fa8a0.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Paranoid Android]

I'll do everything except for personality bio for now.


Name: Beatrix Clarice


Gender: Female


Age: 24


Sexual orientation: Bisexual


Appearance:

Height/Weight: 5'7" / 125 lbs


Affiliations:


Half-Lidded Moon Gang


Personality:


Beatrix is a frenetic and agitated person who hardly calms down. (WIP)


Likes:


Smoking


Jazz


Shooting


Dislikes:


Boredom


Authority


Likes/Dislikes lists


Fears:


Being caught


Aggressive animals


Biography: (WIP)


Strengths: Agile, skillfun in close-quarters combat.


DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: None memorable.


Weapon(s):


Advanced Laser Tommy Gun ("Little Friend")

An upgraded version of the Thompson Submachine Gun nicknamed "Little Friend", with 40 laser rounds per clip. Not significantly strong, but very accurate. She likes introducing the gun to her enemies.


Plasma Harmonica Gun

This 8-round revolver shoots mini plasma bolts. Despite her stopping power, the revolver has an absurd amount of recoil, and the harmonica clip needs to be manually slided to move onto the next round.


Combat knife

A simple combat knife, extremely useful for CQC combat in the right hands.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Name: Wilhelm Latch


Nickname/alias: SK-87 (Online persona), Sturm Kaisar (Fixer alias)


Gender: Male


Age: 41


Sexual orientation: Demisexual


Appearance:


Without gasmask

On the job

Height/Weight: 6'/176lbs


Affiliations: Fixer for hire


Personality:


Crafty


- Wilhelm is a devious old fox. Before each job, he would carefully check the area, plan multiple escape routes and set up traps if needed.


Decisive


- Wilhelm's experience as a Fixer means that he's learned the lesson that snap decisions can mean life or death for one. By analyzing the situation, Wilhelm. can quickly decide on the best course of action to take.


Patient


- This virtue should be shared with all Fixers. Patience on the field is key to any successful job and Wilhelm learned this lesson the hard way.


Calm


- Wilhelm is known for being eerily calm in the face of danger. Even to the point that his former pupil/partner Paska still finds this oddly unnerving.





Likes:

• Classical music (Ode to Joy being his favorite)
  
• Drinking
  
• Being with his loved ones
  
• Getting paid
  

Dislikes:

• Stupid jobs (Harassment being the lowest on his list)
  
• Sleepless nights
  
• Spoiled milk
  
• Softies
  

Fears:

• Seeing his loved ones killed or worse
  
• Dying alone
  
• Seeing his family used as leverage
  

Biography:


Born in District #3, Sector #6 to a single mother. He grew up being seen as a burden by his tired mother who's enduring long work hours just to feed the both of them. The other parts of his life are also filled with bullying and constant fights with other kids, no thanks to his rather short temper.





After graduating from the poor excuse of an education District #3 people go through, he ended up working in a factory producing microchips. The young Wilhelm found this 8-6 work boring and fulfilling. That's when he decided to sign up as a Fixer. It was his first job. A simple assassination job. Long story short, he failed since his target was killed first. It was there that he met the first love of his life, a young, feisty Fixer named Margo. The two eventually fell in love, settled down and had a bouncing baby girl named Milly. Life was sweet.

Spoiler

Until one day, he came home to find Margo lying in a pool of blood with a screaming 4 year old Milly tugging on Margo's lifeless arm. The event traumatized the two of them to this day. Wilhelm went about his life with a rather moody outlook. Both his work life and his Fixer life was this monochrome for the next 11 years.


This eventually ended when a rookie Fixer literally crashed into him. A young, panicking woman with a tattered cloth mask being chased by a bunch of drug addicts. That's how he met Paska and he even took her up as a pupil of sorts. This eventually deepened into a romantic relationship with Paska acting as a sort of foster parent for the now 15 year old Milly. This went on for 2 years.


This happy phase eventually ended when a mission went South and Paska went solo due to certain circumstances. Wilhelm had no choice but to let his new lover go despite Milly's protests and pining. Such is the life of a Fixer, turbulent with only short periods of calm waters.

Strengths:

• Fast reaction time
  
• Skilled marksman
  
• A natural tactician
  
• Calm under pressure
  

Did he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?:


Wilhelm's skill as a Fixer and an excellent tactical skills should never be underestimated. He was able to ambush an entire gang by luring them into a dead end of an alley rigged with an IED made up of a hollow gas can and a thermal imploder as a charge. One click, boom, the entire alley way is coated with human remains and shrapnel. And that's just one of his "long stories".


Weapon(s):


XM-62 Plasma Shotgun

An interesting weapon made by the same overseas manufacturer who made the XM-77 lasered slug sniper rifle. This shotgun fires scattered plasma bolts with decent range and stopping power. Recoil is controlled by an interesting shock absorbing mechanism. The gun is powered by a replaceable battery pack in the top of the buttstock. The gun's heft and durability also lets it function as a club of sorts.

Spoiler

Fujiwara Industries "Hinata" pistol

A standard issue pistol made by Fujiwara Industries during the height of its power. Fires laser bolts with pinpoint accuracy as fast as the trigger is pulled. Each energy clip has a standard capacity of 18 rounds. How he got the pistol is one of Wilhelm's famous long stories.

M2800 Vibroblade

A standard vibroblade. Uses vibrations to increase its cutting edge. Goes through flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter. A full charge is enough to let the knife vibrate for 12 hours.

 

[Elephantom]

@Wandering Hollow


Accepted.

 

[Wood]

​

• Glamour Shot
• Tastes
• A Life in Summary
• The Equipment

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Hannah Claire. A young girl at twenty-nine with a taste for strapping gents and smokey-eyed damsels. Something of a lightweight, measuring in at 5'4 and with a few pounds to gain. (120)
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Affiliations and Personality: Former darling surgeon of a Sector #1 clinic , Claire has dealt with everything from scraped ankles to fractured femurs to severe cases of nose-inside-face syndrome. Her education goes a bit deeper than the standard "back bone connects to the shoulder-mounted Neuropyzene regulator bone" since she left the Clinic for greener, more lucrative pastures. Hannah's personality is warm but distant, a mixture of the tepid efficiency of a medical professional and the expansive empathy of a loving mother.
  
  
  To cut a place serving the massive demand for healthcare in the Neon city, one must be able to remove herself from the human element of treatment. One must see pieces of meat attached to worried bodies need sewing, rearranging, casting and bandaging. There's no time to baby the individual. Simultaneously, at the age of 23 Claire gave birth to a baby boy, and it was hard not to see his face on the twisted citizens of the Neon city. She spread as much love as she did bandages, though her body ached with the twin tasks of motherhood and humanitarianism.
  
  
  Alone again in the world, Claire is hesitant to connect. A certain sadness is visible in her smile, the whites of her eyes without shine. It's not that she's sad, it's that she's numb, from a combined sense of failure and a pill habit. The neon lights dotting the steel sky seem dull, but with every shard of meaning they shine just a little brighter. The death of her special little guy shattered her heart, and now she seeks to fill the spaces between with something.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Routine (Lifestyle)
  
  
  Beauties (Drug)
  
  
  Hats (Clothing)
  
  
  Jazz (Music)
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Preventable death (affliction)
  
  
  Gangsters (clients)
  
  
  Envy (Emotion)
  
  
  Hover motorcycles (vehicle)
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  Children (group)
  
  
  Beauties (drug)
  
  
  Living (concept)
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Medical knowledge (general)
  
  
  Dexterity (calm scalpel hands)
  
  
  Surgical Skills (Human body assembly and disassembly.)
  
  
  Drug knowledge & treatment (How much, where, what.)
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Fearful (Cautious personality)
  
  
  Disassociation (Hard to make connections)
  
  
  Beauties Addiction (dose every 8 hours or death from withdrawal)
  
  
  Pacifist (Can't kill, even if her life depends on it.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Born to middle class parents in District 2, Hannah had what is most akin to a "good childhood" in the Neon City. Social barricades protected her and her sisters from the squalor of the Downtown, while the high rises of the Sector 1 elite seemed attainable. As Hannah grew up, the girl began to exhibit three things that have a way of frightening any parent; Passion, drive, and focus. Her early years were spent gathering top grades in the day, dancing with her father in the moonlit parlor of their cozy apartment to aging club Jazz albums by night, a steady bass rhythm and the honking of horns backing her voyage into her teens.
  
  
  The first black splotch on Hannah's story came when she was fifteen. Her Mother and Father were reaching the end of their youth, the prospect of being fifty on the horizon. They had Hannah and later Allison and Marie before her, but her Father felt unfulfilled, having never brought a boy into the world.
  
  
  The pregnancy went well for three or four months, but with the premature ejection of Jacob, their fears were confirmed- They had missed their window. Struck with guilt, Hannah's mother sought to fill the missing space with grain liquor and her father receded into a cycle of rage, sleep and Thelonius Monk.
  
  
  Instead of ruining Hannah, the deterioration of her family convinced her to try and do good by entering Medicine. She did as well in University as she did in early education, sacrificing everything to spend as much time as productively as possible. It was rare that she would relax, but when she did, she did it with another overworked surgeon-to-be and a record with a screaming saxophone.
  
  
  
  
  
  Hannah had a series of lovers, many of which seemed to be viable long term-prospects. They always managed to pan out in the end, however, he snored in his sleep or she didn't care for Charles Mingus or, god forbid, they wanted children. She never anticipated love to arrive in the back of an ambulance.
  
  
  He was a wiry man, with a birds nest of a haircut and thick bottle-bottom glasses. She was even thinner, her hair tied into a black bun, her eyes squinted from hours of overuse. He had a look of understanding about him, a sense of stoicism in spite of the way his wrists were slashed open. A suicide attempt. The others resented failed suicides, clogging up the system for those who had gotten into perfectly good accidents and Hannah was hardly innocent of occasionally feeling the same. There was something about him that drew her, however, and she was sure to check up on him in his home as soon as he was discharged.
  
  
  Two years later, Hannah's belly was swollen. The young couple had cut out a fine home for themselves in a cheap building in Sector 2 on Hannah's salary as a trauma surgeon. Their relationship was built on their interlocking nuances, his predisposition for art and free thought and her
  
  
  love of numbers and lazer-like precision. She could even forgive his hatred of the old masters, and he even managed to love her in spite of her misunderstanding of urine as a key component in home made paint.
  
  
  There was a sour undertone of resentment, however. He resented the fact that he couldn't support his young family, relying on the taboo of a female breadwinner who had to be forcibly put on maternity leave lest she pop from a misplaced scalpel incision. Just like her father, he began to close himself off, and when Jacob was born he hid from the young mother and her child under the guise of job hunting.
  
  
  Hannah had been alone for two weeks when he announced that he would take young Jacob off of her hands and visit his parents, leave her alone for the weekend. Hannah was hesitant, but the prospect of unabated sleep was too much to pass up.
  
  
  The District 1 file records the case as a murder-suicide.
  
  
  
  
  
  Hannah was destroyed. She spent night after night locked in her apartment. She didn't sob as much as she thought she would. She stared at the drywall, mostly, waiting for the revelation that she was alone to strike her once more so she could fly into a rage and shatter Thelonius Monks against the floor. In many ways, she was offering what she loved to God or Satan or whomever could make her whole again- bookcases, sculptures, shattered on the ground in a sacrificial offering to fate to just please God bring him back. A friend came by from the Clinic with something he thought might help her sleep, and the rest is history. Beauties became her existence, the syrupy sweet heroin of a peaceful mind dancing around her mind as she laid on the floor, vinyl stabbing into her back.
  
  
  But one can only mourn for so long, and eventually Hannah returned to the clinic. Sedatives are great for sleeping, but in removing the windshield shrapnel from Mr. Jone's buttocks, they can only be considered a hindrance. Hannah found herself discharged by a melancholy staff, dismayed by the lows Hannah had come to.
  
  
  Money must be made, and so the rest is history. When the answer to "Did you tear this cyber arm from a corpse" is "Probably, and I'd like it grafted onto my back," Hannah is the girl for you. She's earned a reputation for quality treatment that qualifies as "barely legal." It's not what she wants to do for the rest of her life, but for now, it'll do.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Hannah does not personally own any weapons, aside from what could be considered weapons in a standard surgical kit. She's not one to mess with, however, as many of the gangs of Neon City see her as a provider of a valuable service and have been known to carry out tasks in her stead in exchange for treatment.
  
  
  

 

[Elephantom]

Name: Nick Woodpod


Nickname/alias: Grendel


Gender: Male


Age: 36


Sexual orientation: Heterosexual


Appearance:

Height/Weight: 5'9 | 183 lb


Affiliations: Formerly part of the Dec-9 private security corporation.


Personality: Cool-minded and calm. He doesn't easily get angered and prefers a subtle approach to situations rather than using aggressive tactics. He's also a bit compassionate and charitable, so don't go expecting him to kill a child. He likes a peaceful and orderly environment, and expects his opponents to respect that decision. And he likes to dispatch his targets with extreme prejudice. If you get deep inside him, maybe be a part of his close circle of friends, you'll find him to be a rather friendly guy, who's energetic and kind enough to not seem like the mercenary he actually is.


Though, while he is quite sincere, he's also really blunt at the same time. So don't expect him to compliment you all the time. In fact, he's more likely to point out your mistakes, believes that this may help that person to work on his flaws and remove them.


Likes:


A good rest (action)


Potatoes (food)


Pineapple juice (beverage)


Calmness (behaviour)


Dislikes:





Bacon/Turkey (food)


Alcohol (beverage)


Backstabbing (action)


Rudeness (behaviour)


Fears:





Irrational fear of heights (acrophobia)


Biography: An ex-marine who served three tours around the middle east in Tehran and Afghanistan, receiving three bronze stars, one medal of honour and a purple heart. And the only thing he was glad was that he wasn't awarded these medals posthumously. And while he may seem like your regular off-the-beat fuck-up. He's actually more than that. Afterwards, he retired from active duty, and went on to live a quiet life, farming in district #2. When everything didn't went according to his plans. A group of moonies came to his place, looking for his toilet. And that's the one thing that triggers his anger. He immediately went berserk and killed all of them, every single one.


Afterwards, he resumed a similar militaristic career as a mercenary, figuring out that almost dying was the only thing he got a kick out of.


But still, he was also glad that he didn't suffer any PTSD, like most veterans do. As he had witnessed many of his soldiers getting killed or decimated.


And even his childhood had its share of stories. His father was abusive, and that's what got him into jail after he tried to sexually assault the neighbour's kid. His mother was an illegal prostitute, which too, got her into jail. And he was given to his uncle's care, who was a part of the army. And that was the exact reason he's mercenary today.


Strengths:





Expert Shooting skills: all those time in the military helped him perfect his shooting skills, and he still does practice every now and then.


Moderate fighting skills: He can fight someone in hand-to-hand, if he's not a pro, that is.


Intelligence: Planning out alternative routes and improvising on his missions sure did help him increase his intelligence skills.


DId he/she commit any acts of certain badassery?: He received a medal of honour, and not just by displaying signs of courage in the face of an adversary. He dumped shit on the face of the adversary. Whilst on a failed mission, he was stranded on the raw jungle. And using his inner primal fury, he withstood their continous assaults, all the while using the jungle to his advantage.


Weapons:





TJ-6 'SWALLOW'


A three-shot burst rifle which uses advanced Buller tracking system to ensure the best rate of fire and efficiency. It uses the regular 9.76mm pulse rounds.

SAMS-21


Using the latest adaptive weapons feature, this shotgun can fire even in the most roughest conditions. Using the innovative Hollow point laser slugs, this shotgun features more reliability than most guns in the roster. And are typically used in most foreign areas and in jungle warfare.

BULLPOINT W. 300


The newest product from DEADLOCK Industries. Instead of using the previous DEADLOCK revolver's Thrust technology or HE slugs. This pistol uses HP+ Laser slugs to increase impact and hitting power, at the cost of recoil.

 

[Elephantom]

@Lana Valentine


Accepted