Futuristic HOUNDS: An 80s/90s Cyberpunk Inspired RP - Character Sheets

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CHARACTER SHEETS
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This thread is for the posting of your characters, whom will join the NLAPD Special Response Unit 'Bloodhound'. Primary characters will be assigned to Charlie Team, whom the RP is centered around, while secondary characters (if you make any) will be part of either Alpha, Bravo, or Delta Team. Let me introduce the races first, to give you a general idea of what you can play as.

Humans
You know all too well what these are. You are one yourself.

Mutants
Humans whom have been heavily altered by radiation left behind by the third world war. Mutations can vary, but most are rather disturbing to the general population. Some corporations are attempting to reverse the mutations through genetic research and other technologies.

Cyborgs
Humans whom have chosen (or were forced) to adopt cybernetic/nanotech augmentations. The augmentations vary, and provide their user different qualities and attributes. Try not to go overboard with your tech, though. That tends to never go well.

Claymen
Claymen are manufactured copies of humans, made from a special blend of ceramics and other materials such as nanomaterials. Physically fragile, but can live for several decades before eventually hardening and falling apart. Often used for menial tasks, but a bit more expensive than traditional machinery (Androids/Robots) due to the delicate blend of materials used.

Androids
Specially crafted machines that often resemble humans. Capable of a variety of things that normal robots are not, but lack the hardy form that most robots possess.

Robots
The classic machine, ranging from traditional factory worker drones to Terminator-esque killing machines. Difficult to take down, but lack the dexterity of the organic races, claymen, and androids.


For a character sheet, I'm going to need a basic rundown of your character for now. Try and fill out the list below as best as possible, and if you have any questions, just ask!

Name:

Picture (Optional):

General Age (DoB can be sorted out later):

Race:

Gender (If applicable):

Ethnicity (If applicable):

Occupation or Previous Occupation:

Imprisoned? (If you're playing as a convict, say yes. If not, say no.)

Charges: (Only answer if yes to above.)

Augmentations (If you have any augmentations, post them here!):

Short Bio:​

 

[Dmaster]

Name: 'Shizen Tota'

Picture (Optional):


General Age: 38

Race: Cyborg

Gender (If applicable): Male

Ethnicity: Japanese-American

Occupation or Previous Occupation: Private Contractor

Imprisoned?: Yes

Charges: Murder, Manslaughter, Domestic Terrorism

Augmentations: Synaptic Boosters/Wired Reflexes, Cybernetic Eyes, Cybernetic Arms, Retractable Arm Blades, Cybernetic Legs, Hydraulic Jacks, Hardened Exoskin, Grafted Torso Plating

Short Bio: An operator for a ruthless but now-defunct crime syndicate, 'Shizen Tota' and those he worked with are firm believers of Darwinism taken to the extreme: humanity will only grow stronger through prolonged conflict. From a young age he was trained and then transformed into a cybernetic killing machine meant to execute stealthy assassinations and dangerous robberies, stirring conflict to show the strength of the organized crime clan. Yet as the group persisted through the decades they grew bolder and began to perform targeted attacks against the UNNA, prompting a counter-assault that practically dissolved the syndicate in a matter of months. Most members have been executed while a few remaining are imprisoned, and Shizen is one of those lucky few who had been locked up in a high security prison instead of getting a bullet through his skull.​

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Jacqueline Jones



• Age: 28 (born September 12, 2225)

• Race: Cyborg

• Gender: Female (cis)

• Ethnicity: African-American

• Occupation: Police Officer (Lieutenant)

• Imprisoned: No

• Augmentations: Cybernetic Legs (both) and Arms (left) made by Lazarus Medical Technologies.

Jacqueline was born on September 12th, 2225 to a poor family in Compton, where Jacqueline was exposed first-hand the rough nature of the streets. Before the war, Compton was already in poor state due to governmental incompetence and general lack of interest from city and state officials to help the impoverished town, but after the war however, the place was considered to be among the most unsafe regions of Los Angeles, with constant gang violence, drug and black market cybernetic implant trafficking, and mutant attacks from the old ruins of nearby Old Los Angeles. The government had completely forgotten them, and rarely the NLAPD would send officers down to the neighborhood.

Her father died when she was ten years old, killed by medical malpractice. Her mother, traumatized and burdened over her husbands death, committed suicide two years later. This left a young Jacqueline with her Grandmother, Davea Jones, who raised her granddaughter the best she could. When she finished high school, she wanted to join the police force, surprising everyone she was friends with and disappointing most of them. The truth is that she never really thought ill of the police who many viewed as incopetent, and in the case of older generations, a grim reminder of the tumultuous 20's and 30's. But being a young, naïve, and an optimistic person, she had always romanticized the police force as the stalwart protectors of the innocent that sometimes had their hands tied by corporations and the government. She wanted to change things in the police force for good, and help the people of Compton best she could.

But once she experienced the life of a police officer in one of the most dangerous cities of the UNNA, she realized that the change she wanted was impossible. The police had their hands tied in many occasions, sometimes because of other law enforcement agencies. She had to deal with discrimination and sexism from some of her own colleagues and had to fight for her life in many occasions when dealing with some of the most dangerous criminal organizations in the UNNA. This made her depressed over the years she's served in the force, but thankfully, she wasn't alone, she became an admirer of Chief Richard Powell, a genuinely dedicated police officer who believed what he preached and later became close friends with her partner, officer Sam Hanson, a quiet but honest and hard working officer. The three of them want the LAPD to change, even if most consider it impossible. One day, when Powell asked for volunteers to help in a new attempt to revive the 'Bloodhounds', she and Hanson were the only officers that volunteered willingly, seeing this as a chance to revitalize the police.​

 

[joshuadim]

Name: ​

Héctor Sebastián Tafalla​

Picture:

Age: 30

Race: Human

Gender: Male (Cis)

Nationality: Hispanic

Occupation: DynaCorp Private Contractor

Imprisoned: No.

Augmentations: Cybernetic Right Arm, Exoskeleton

Short Bio:
Héctor was born in Tijuana, Mexico to a relatively well off family who dealt in real estate and private collections from his father's businesses. From an early age, Héctor was exposed to a wide variety of cultures from the items that came and went from his father's collection and stock as it went to the highest bidders. What enthralled him the most, however was the Honjō Masamune, a Japanese sword crafted in the 16th century by one of the finest swordsmiths Japan had ever seen. The blade had been considered missing for nearly 250 years before finding its way into his father's personal collection.

Naturally, this grew Héctor's desire to learn more and delved into ancient Japan's culture and history, becoming enamored with its traditions of warrior and honor as well as its famous samurai. His fascination grew so much that he even enrolled in a local Kendo school to learn Japanese swordfighting as a pastime.

Unbeknownst to Héctor, his father also dealt with the New Sinaloa Cartel unwillingly as a means to prevent their ire from being drawn onto his family. However with good intentions also came bad tidings, as for unknown reasons, the Sinaloa Cartel had Héctor's father killed by beheading as Héctor and his mother hid in a closet. The young boy watched as the enforcers murdered his father in cold blood, and with a ruthlessness that scarred his mind.

When the grief settled and his father buried, only rage set in Héctor's heart as he took the Honjō Masamune from his home and set about for vengeance. Carving a path of bodies and blood leading from Tijuana to the capital of Sinaloa, Culiacán, and straight into the house of its boss, Angel Joaquín Leandro Aguirrez "The Ruthless". In the end, Héctor ended the cartel boss the same way his father was ended in a fit of poetic justice.

With the New Sinaloa Cartel in shambles, and a trail of bodies behind him, Héctor went about taking jobs for corporations that needed his services, as well as hunting down gangsters and criminals in his spare time in the more lawless regions of Mexico in between contracts.​

 

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Made a slight tweak to the character sheet, since ethnic groups and nations were confused a bit. Nationality (which will be decided on later with a little explanation of the supernations of the world) has been replaced with Ethnicity on the sheet.

 

[Breadman]

Name: Cynthia Hendricks

Picture (Optional):

General Age: 40

Race: Cyborg

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation or Previous Occupation: Former super model, now assassin

Imprisoned: Yes

Charges: Murder, Manslaughter, Drug distribution, Use of illegal drugs, Reckless endangerment, Arson, Elder abuse, Domestic abuse, Trespassing on government property, Trespassing on private property, Illegal augmentations, Tax evasion, Jaywalking

Augmentations: Cybernetic arms and legs, Custom designed torso plating, Organ "enhancements", Hidden arm blades, Retractable stiletto heel blades

Short Bio: Cynthia was born in a high class family. Would want for nothing growing up and always had her dreams within reach thanks to her family's wealth and connections. She breezed through school and would go straight to modeling with a few enhancements here and there. Her face was on magazines and the worst thing she had to worry about was dodging the occasional paparazzo. The high life would come crashing down as her father's connections to the mob were uncovered by authorities. The following seizure of the family fortune left Cynthia and her mother to fend for themselves, but Cynthia wasn't one to take responsibility as she was already addicted to adrenos and only thinking about her next hit. Pure adrenaline in pill form, giving you a high akin to just making it out of a fight without the need to risk anything. A high society luxury, now out of her reach.

The withdrawal and desperation forced Cynthia to look into other methods for her next high. That's when she got mixed in with the local crime syndicate. She initially thought that she would have to degrade herself, but the talent scout had something else in mind. He offered her a job like no other, that would guarantee a steady supply for her addiction. She just had to say yes. No hesitation or second thoughts crossed her mind as she accepted. A week later he augments started. Limbs torn off and replaced with cybernetic parts, organs kept intact, but attached with enhancements that made them work better, but came with a killswitch in case she would go rogue. Her new body was nearly identical to her old one at a glance until the synthetic skin made itself apparent. Almost like a parody of her former life, she would use her talents to get close and kill for the syndicate. Each successful job would release another hit into her system, giving her what she wants.

But like before, the high wouldn't last. The syndicate made the wrong move and got into a direct confrontation with the NLAPD. While she may be a wanted criminal, technically Cynthia's body falls under seized assets and serves as evidence, which was good news as it prolonged her life even by a little. Now she just has to wait and see what they're going to do with her.​

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Art By Gianluca Rolli on Unknown platform;

Name: Wolfgang Wegener;

General Age (DoB can be sorted out later): 31, Born on August 17th;

Race: Mutant—Chitinous Armor Overlay and Superheated Erythrocyte Claws;

Gender (If applicable): Male;

Ethnicity (If applicable): Germanic Caucasian;

Occupation or Previous Occupation: Homeless;

Imprisoned: Imprisoned by NLAPD; Formerly attempted to be imprisoned by Corporate head-hunters;

Charges: Battery, Assault with a Deadly Weapon, Murder, Unauthorised practice of Law, Negligence, and etc;

Augmentations:

Chitinous Armor Overlay—A chitinous shell has overtaken much of Wolfgang's skin, replacing it and becoming a quasi-exoskeleton armour. It cannot stop bullets, but non-energy knives, blunt weapons, and weak cybernetics will not damage him.

Superheated Erythrocyte Claws—From his fingertips, they burst forth. A set of claws that possesses a quick (a blood vessel) that runs through and superheats them, cauterizing most organic material.

Short Bio:

Eternally homeless, constantly fighting. Wolfgang "Wolf" Wegener once belonged to the prestigious family that ran Wegener & Howlett Law Firm. A famous law office that only took on the hardest cases for the right price. He was the fourth son of Anke Wegener, a stout defence attorney who was the seventh inheritor of this LLP. From the moment he could fully understand abstract concepts, Wolfgang was surrounded by legislation, decades-old writings, precedent cases, and other such legal works. That is until the age of fourteen where Wolfgang's unique biology came into play. No, he didn't start growing taller (well, he did though not for mundane reasons.), or becoming hairy; instead his skin slowly began discolouring into a grey, leathery foil. Very soon, it stopped being leather at all and transformed into scales of hard chitin.

Dishearted at his condition and fearful for his family's wellbeing, he disappeared into the gutters of society. At first, he could not fathom how he would survive. There was so much violence, chaos, and death around him that several times: he considered returning. But he persevered, the new skin came in handy against the rusty and rustic weapons of these filthy human rats. In truth, it was the previous exposure to Justice that carried him through these ordeals. Often he would spout scripture of some law as he beat assailants into pulps of blood and meat.

He had a brief scuffle with Neo-gangsters whose weapons proved more than enough to harm him. Except that, these streets belonged to him and he would fight tooth-n-bloody-claw to keep it that way. The scuffle turned out into an all-out war between him and the gang. Which eventually caught the attention of the NLAPD. A frightening quick response to a battleground ensured that the king of the homeless would not be escaping this time.

 

[Bronco]

Name_
> Wyatt Hayes

Age_
> 38

Gender_
> Male

Race_
> Cyborg

Ethnicity_
> Caucasian

Occupation or Previous Occupation_
> Private Investigator

Imprisoned_
> No

Augmentations_
> Multifocals
> Composed of a series of sensors hooked to one's retinal arrays, this enhancement allows for the user to see in infrared, EMF (electro magnetic field), and night vision. Another feature of the device is that the user can experience two modes at once, with both eyes acting independently from one another. A zoom feature is also compatible with every mode.


> Cybernetic Calves and Feet
> The calves simply boost speed, a rather typical augmentation within the world.
> The feet feature a magnetic system, either anchoring him to a metal ground or allowing him to attach to ceilings. A common use for this augmentation is switching which magnets are active, granting a rather janky form of "levitation".

Record_
> WIP till morning....

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Okay, that's six of thirteen. Still need some short profiles for the others. If you don't have a pic for your characters, you can always just describe their appearance.

Still need profiles from those confirmed to be joining: DG-117 Wandering Owl Yoda Snek orpheus.

If you're backing out, however, let me know.

 

[DG-117]

Name:
K.A.T

General Age:
11

Race:
Robot

Gender:
Feminine

Ethnicity:
Korean Manufacture/Programming

Previous Occupation:
K-Pop Idol (Syupeo Seupeiseu Peulinseseu Alpa-Luna Meka-Kiteun)
Backup Dancer
Terrorist Lone Wolf

Imprisoned?
Yes

Charges:
Numerous Homicides
Extensive Manslaughter
Domestic Terrorism
Destruction of Public and Private Property
Multiple counts of Assault
Repeated Arson
Kidnapping
Armed Robbery
Resisting Arrest
Public Indecency

Augmentations:
Countless Illegal Aftermarket Modifications

Short Bio:
W.I.P

 

[SniperComZero]

Designation:
DBP-021 (Officers have affectionately named her Deeby)

Picture:



original art by @knightpersica on twitter ty ty
General Age:
Assembly date puts it at two and a half years prior to capture.

Race:
Robot

Gender:
Female-Identifying.

Occupation or Previous Occupation:
Unknown; presumably a clandestine operations drone.

Ethnicity:
American-Produced

Imprisoned:
Yes.

Charges:
Destruction of Private Property, First-Degree Arson, Second-Degree Murder (x27), Voluntary Manslaughter (x46), Reckless Endangerment, Obstruction of Investigation.

Augmentations:
Chassis is equipped with robust, near-military grade electronic countermeasure and hacking systems, including the ability to scramble visible light and infrared light spectra cameras; physical observation was necessitated during detainment.

Short Bio:
[Transcript from NLAPD Arrest and Suspect Report]
Suspect was found in 532 Broad Street, owned by the startup Galen Corporation. Police arrived at the scene after NLAFD reported multiple, mutilated bodies on scene of a currently burning building. Suspect was found in an unresponsive state in a lab on the upper levels of the building, surrounded by twenty seven DOA civilians, including the CEO of Galen, numerous board members, and high-ranking science members. As well as one, seemingly unrelated woman (later findings showed this as a petty, and low-risk independent criminal who had been known to NLAPD) who had been surgically killed, and did not display the same level of struggle and violence as the rest of the bodies in the room. The suspect was covered in blood that, after lab DNA analysis, was confirmed to be a mixture of all twenty seven bodies that were found in the room.

Suspect offered no resistance as it was carried out of the building and transported to HQ. Suspect seemed responsive to surface-level questioning by officers, but would promptly become unresponsive again when questioned of the Broad Street incident. When returned to its cell, the suspect was impassive to other detainees, although, during an altercation, did hospitalize two. With few other leads, all counts of crime were placed to the suspect, and suspect was slated for deactivation and mechanical examination. DynaCorp liason to NLAPD recommended the addition of suspect to the reformed Bloodhounds unit, currently awaiting approval.

Galen Corp has since been dissolved, and surviving board members forwarded to federal authorities in the wake of documents found during the Broad Street incident.​

 

[joshuadim]

[Backup Character]

Name:
Kane Walker

Picture (Optional):

General Age:
Unknown, believed to be around 45

Race: Cyborg

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Australian)

Occupation or Previous Occupation: Arms/Drug/Organ Trafficker

Imprisoned?
*Yes*

Charges:
Arms Trafficking
Organ Trafficking
Drug Trafficking
Arson
Murder
Terrorism
Cyberterrorism
Fraud
Extortion
Kidnapping
Various War Crimes

Augmentations:
Full Pressurized Exoskeletal Layer
Cybernetic Eyes
Brain Modifications and Implants
Several Cybernetic Organs
Morphine Administration Ports

Short Bio:
Kane's origins are mostly unknown, as he himself gives widely varying accounts of his upbringing, although his accent signifies him distinctly as an Australian. He founded the DeadEye Group in the year 2230 however, and for 19 years they were some of the most notorious criminals on the planet.

DeadEye would sell anything from standard arms and weaponry, to illegal cybernetic enhancements, to chemical and biological weapons to anyone bidding the highest price on the black market. The venture was extremely profitable, and as such DeadEye grew to become a miniature, private army to anyone willing to hire them. One of the most notorious cases comes from their usage in various African conflicts, where Kane shelled villages with chemical weapons and murdered prisoners of war. As such, DeadEye's reputation of morally black and willing to carry out anything was highly sought after by anyone who wanted their products or services, garnering Kane the nickname of "Merchant of Death".

However, with this came also a very large target on his back, as multiple attempts to capture him or attempts on his life were made, one of which severely scarred his entire body in third-degree burns, leaving him in constant agony and requiring a pressurized exoskeletal layer with constant morphine injections to keep the agony at bay.

Kane's luck ran out as a successful Interpol operation managed to capture not only Kane, but also dismantle many of DeadEye's operations around the world. With their leader in cuffs and their organization compromised, most of the members fled and either went into hiding or found employment elsewhere by other criminal organizations.

For Kane however, it would mean he was sentenced for his many atrocious crimes to 17 consecutive life sentences, to ensure that someone such as him would never see the light of day again in the cell of a supermax facility. However, with the outcry of many of his victims wanting justice, some thought it best to transfer him to the Bloodhounds, where he might finally be finished off...​

 

[Breadman]

Also posting a backup

Name: Switchblade

Picture:

General Age: Unknown

Race: Robot

Gender: Masculine

Ethnicity: Manufactured in North California

Occupation or Previous Occupation: Bodyguard unit, Assassination droid. Street samurai

Imprisoned: No

Augmentations: Military grade chassis designed to withstand most small arms fire. Additional modifications to joint parts have been made to increase mobility and speed. AI self-developed 'prediction protocols' allowing to analyze and adapt to enemy movements based on possible future actions.

Short Bio:

Switchblade is a military model designed for close quarter combat in order to reduce the need for humans to endanger themselves. That would be the end of it, had it not been a black market deal that landed it in the hands of the Neo Yakuza that were establishing their turf in New LA. Cracking open a military AI in order to rewrite its protocols wasn't easy, but the criminal techs finally managed after months of repeated failure. Thus their boss was now running things with a military grade weapon at his call at any time.

But what the tech thought was a success was just them screwing around with things they didn't understand. Cracking its military protocols also broke the part that could tell the difference between 'useful' and 'useless' information to the military industrial complex. Namely analyzing the old samurai movie the Yakuza boss was a big fan of. Eventually Switchblade would make its move as it observed him act 'dishonorable'. Gripping a ceremonial blade, the robot cut him down to ribbons, the rest of the neo Yakuza clan would soon follow.

The following years Switchblade adopted new protocols in order to adapt itself to the new surroundings and its new role. It patrolled the streets performing tasks for those it deemed honorable enough to lend its services to. For a certain price of course. Parts damaged in battle aren't free after all and a samurai must have a certain dignity.

Switchblade's career would cross with one Cynthia Hendricks. Their rivalry often times forcing both to come to blows over a shared target or conflicting objectives. Something it would calculate as an asset as every engagement would leave it with new information and data to analyze.​

 

[Zillamaster55]

Name: Oscar "Riptide" O'Doyle
Age: ? January 2218 (36)
Race: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Previous Occupation: Undercover Officer (Local Anti-Drug Unit)
Imprisoned?: No
Augmentations:
- Synthetic cardiovascular system for rapid blood oxygenation
- Painkilling and combat enhancing drugs mounted in nervous system
- Blood clotting/thinning nanites
- Nanofiber mesh over musculature to greatly enhance twitch muscle movements
Short Bio:
Since the day he was born, Oscar has had to fight hard to make a living. Dropped off at an orphanage, Oscar never truly learned the identity of his parents, other than a severely damaged data disc that showed the name his mother had given him. Growing up at St. Mary's Children's Home, Oscar learned from a very young age the intricacies of relationships, and just how to use them to one's advantage. His position within his community was soon elevated as he began to understand what the ins and outs of what people really want to hear.

As he grew older, Oscar went from sweet talking schoolmates out of candy to peddling drugs on a street corner by the age of 16. Several times, Oscar had been brought in by officers of the NLAPD, which for most teens, would bring about a sense of resentment towards authority. Instead, Oscar had become infatuated with them. Records expunged on his 18th birthday, Oscar rushed to join the force himself.

Very quickly, he put the skills learned from his youth to good work, spending months at a time teep undercover with the city's various small time gangs and breaking them apart from the inside. When words wouldn't cut it, Oscar would be just as easily turn to his fists. His reaction speeds and propencity for intense violence quickly earned him the moniker "Riptide". Augmentations assisted in this, as his work became more and more physically demanding on his body. Subtle augmentations were added over the years. Faster reaction times, slower bleeding, and the ability to withstand intense bouts of pain were all that Oscar wanted. None of the flashy steel bits, not the newest wetware. Just quick wits and slightly quicker fists.

Years passed on. After hundreds, possibly thousands, of arrests, Oscar began to grow weary of the Drug Enforcement Units. Petty criminals and neighborhood gangs were nothing compared to the threats that plagued the city every day. The Hounds, Oscar felt, would scratch that itch. Not only to allow him to undergo even greater tests of his skills, but also as a means of moving up in the world...