[center][h1][color=steelblue]Arkheus Identification Card[/color][/h1][color=slateblue]Bureau of Public Citizen Management[/color][/center] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3a/7a/e7/3a7ae7317eaff64ab81ce6ef1a8044bd.jpg[/img][/center] [b][color=steelblue]Name:[/color][/b] Karen Tobin [b][color=steelblue]Aliases:[/color][/b] Jack's Girl [b][color=steelblue]Gender:[/color][/b] Female [b][color=steelblue]Age:[/color][/b] 25 [b][color=steelblue]Job Title:[/color][/b] Foundry Worker [hider=Extended Description] [b][color=steelblue]Height:[/color][/b] 5' 6" [b][color=steelblue]Weight[/color][/b] 120ish pounds. [b][color=steelblue]Hair Color:[/color][/b] Black [b][color=steelblue]Eye Color:[/color][/b] Brown [b][color=steelblue]Skin Color:[/color] [/b] White [b][color=steelblue]Scars:[/color][/b][list] A long scar that runs down the outside of her right arm, from the wrist to the elbow. It was the result of cutting herself while scavenging during the particularly low point in her life. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Tattoos:[/color][/b][list] None. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Modifications:[/color][/b][list] None. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Cybernetics:[/color][/b][list] None. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Other:[/color][/b][list] Nothing in particular. [/list][/hider] [hider=Appearance] As to workplace regulations Karen is often times sporting a formfitting orange jumpsuit complete with an admittedly decent pair of work gloves and boots. She is also given a disposable filter mask for a meager degree of protection against poisonous fumes, and a very cheaply made pair of goggles that actually make work even more dangerous so she doesn't bother to wear them. Outside of work Karen doesn't care much for style, long as its not too ragged she'll wear it, besides finding a brand new set of clothes isn't the easiest thing to pull off, especially for cheap. Her favorite outfit is a pair of jeans which are in surprisingly good condition with a white tank top and a faded black jacket over that. Otherwise Karen would haphazardly throw on whatever random piece of clothing that also doesn't smell too bad... yet. In terms of physical build Karen is about average, while her job does provide lots of opportunity for exercise she by no means is muscular in any meaningful way. [/hider] [hider=Job Description] Karen's job is one of a foundry worker, a sort of evolution on the steel mills from way back before Arkheus even existed. While the actual work she does changes on a weekly basis such as loading ore onto an automated production line or overseeing the smelting process, the end product is always the same; high strength steel for use in construction. Advancements in technology has made steel working fairly hands off, in fact there is a low need for human workers to be involved at all but of course the entire facility cannot be completely autonomous. It is definitely unskilled labor for the most part, however it does take someone with a few working braincells unless he wants to get killed off in a stupid accident, or god forbid screw up horribly enough to bring the entire foundry to a screeching halt. With that in mind, plus with some low to moderate hazards, the work does pay ever so slightly more than usual, not by a lot but every little bit helps. [/hider] [hider=Biography] Jack Tobin, a man who came from nowhere and had nothing expect a little girl in tow. Jack could have been described as a gentle bear, he was of large size with a beard fit for a lumberjack, yet he had a soft spoken personality. Calm, quiet and the patience to rival a saint, these were all his shining qualities. He and his daughter found their home in The Slums, it was nothing more than a glorified shack in all honesty, although it had a roof which is what really mattered. To keep them going Jack held down whatever job came around, more often than not as a day laborer since his sizable stature gave him a particular edge that employers tended to favor. Day by day that's simply what Jack did, rise early to earn a handful of credits by moving crates, then spend his spare time caring for his only daughter. It was a terrible lifestyle, and if it wasn't for the help some of relatively good natured neighbors, people who even then weren't frankly all that trustful, who helped watching over a young Karen, the two may have not survived in the first place. Karen Tobin grew up like any other child with the misfortune to be born in The Core, lots of gnawing hunger and a general sense of dread, yet in a way Karen had it so slightly better, all thanks to her father. Jack for reasons that still go unknown, had an almost encyclopedic knowledge of any kind of story one could imagine; Grimm's Fairy Tales, Arthurian Legends, Greek myths, a smattering of random folktales from different old Earth cultures, and much more. On nights where Jack had the energy to spare he'll tell a story right before bedtime. In Karen's earlier years he would stick with simple ones like anything from the Grimm brothers, but as she got older he delved into much more complex tales taking weeks to finish some of the longer epics. To a child who had nothing, having a sense of imagination was at least something, and looking back on it Karen would be damn grateful for this. Life would only prove to become all the more complicated once Karen reached the age of twelve, when she could finally watch out for herself. It was around this time when Jack started to take his stories outside of the household, it wouldn't be uncommon for him to take off in the middle of the night thinking his daughter was asleep. Out there in the overcrowded Slums he would sit down somewhere a bit secluded, perhaps a small ways down a side alley, or in the calmer areas where the few existed. There he would start reciting a story, with or without an audience present which there were certainly occasions where a stray few would stop to listen. As these sessions continued the residents of The Slums started to recognize Jack, well as much as a dirt poor laborer can be recognized. There were those who accepted what he was doing, or simply didn't care, they weren't exactly the problem. Overtime a few local gang lords started to see his actions as a kind of takeover, or an encroachment on their territory. From that point on there was an even larger threat of attacks as the number of threats increased, fortunately with none of them carried out. Karen picked up on what her father was doing before long, it was hard not to notice really. After asking him why he kept this up even going far as demanding a stop to it, Jack slowly shook his head, and smiled softly to his daughter. "Guess I just want to give others a chance to escape, at least for a moment... its hard for me to explain, maybe if I find the words that's when I'll tell you." Jack never got the chance to find how to explain himself as it turned out, after Karen's nineteenth birthday he disappeared. At first Karen was caught in a whirlwind of panic, she knew something had happened to him when her father didn't return from work one day. The next few weeks were a blur of asking anyone who would bother to listen to a hysterical girl, of her poking through every corner of The Slums and even a little beyond that. It was after a month when Karen gave up her search, she absolutely did not want to admit it, but there was only one single logical conclusion she could still reach... Her father was dead. After that things fell apart for one her old home no longer felt safe, and so Karen imminently abandoned that tiny shack taking everything she could carry, which really wasn't that much. For a long time after that she became another one of those lost souls that aimlessly wander The Slums. She no longer had her father's income to depend on, and it came down to whatever strategies she could find to survive. Begging was hit or miss, scavenging for discarded food was just enough to keep her alive. Periods when she was especially desperate lead to thievery, although quickly she found that she fundamentally lacked the talent. Her teetering on the very edge continued like this for at least a year until finally fortune found it proper to finally smile upon her. It started with a rare display of compassion from a small corner store owner who decided to give her a chance with a part-time job stocking shelves. The pay was criminally meager, but to have a income of credits no matter how pitiful was a step in the right direction. From there Karen's situation gradually improved, very slowly at that, but it was getting better. The hard work she poured forth of course played a large role in this, as did the continued stroke of good luck that seemed to have started to follow her. It was about a year ago when Karen landed her first real job, a position at a foundry. After carefully saving what she could spare from her new paychecks lead to her renting a very low end apartment in Low Town. It was about the worse she could find with only about twenty square feet to live in, plus the location was in a rather undesirable part of town as well. Life still sucked, but at least she was in a marginally better position now, real walls and a roof with enough credits to eat, not to mention a little on the side for booze. [/hider] [hider=Inventory] [b][color=steelblue]Weapons:[/color][/b][list] [*] Nothing all that threatening as even a reliable ballistic handgun is way too much for her to afford, not to mention she would rather not go through the hell of obtaining a permit. [*] That said its also too stupid not to have a weapon of any kind while living in The Core, and to this end Karen does keep an old fashioned switchblade on her, if nothing else its at least a slight deterrent against any potential attackers. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Armor:[/color][/b][list] [*] Nothing, only the clothes on her back and that's definitely not enough to stop a bullet. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Gadgets:[/color][/b][list] [*] A very well used Phoenix Smart Watch, its seen better days for sure but it works... kind of. [/list] [b][color=slateblue]Key Items:[/color][/b][list] [*] None, yet. [/list] [color=steelblue]Miscellaneous:[/color] A simple paper back journal which was a gift from her father, so of course it holds great sentimental value despite how little she actually uses it. A metal flash for carrying booze, and a small collection of books that also once belonged to her father. [/hider] [hider=Pysker Dossier] [b][color=steelblue]Manifested Phenomena:[/color][/b] None. [/hider] [color=steelblue][b]Proficiencies:[/b][/color] [list] [*][color=green][b]Storyteller[/b][/color]: While not properly educated per say, its fair to judge that Karen knows a lot more about classical stories than most. She holds knowledge about all those old legends on ancient gods and kings; about the mortal heroes who fight tooth and nail to challenge fate itself; she even knows a stray few pieces of folklore, all of this coming back from Humanity's old cradle, that of course being Earth. [*][color=green][b]Open Minded[/b][/color]: Karen is naturally open to new ideas, and is willing to try something new. This is not to say she'll accept anything without question, but if one were to present a different way of thinking she would at least hear him out. [*][color=green][b]Resilient[/b][/color]: For her whole life Karen has been treated like worthless scum, now nothing will change how much it stomps down on her very being, she however has somewhat adapted to these unforgiving circumstances. It simply takes more to knock her down, kick dirt in her face? Well she'll just laugh back. [/list] [color=steelblue][b]Limitations:[/b][/color] [list] [*][color=red][b]Soft Heart[/b][/color]: Despite the many hardships she has experienced that would have left someone else's heart hard as stone, Karen actually has remained quite the softy, and it really doesn't take much to tug at her heartstrings. For those who might want to take advantage of her emotions can do so fairly easily. [*][color=red][b]Alcoholic[/b][/color]: As like anyone who lives or dies on every paycheck, Karen leads a very stressful life. Any sort of healthy options to handle stress are out of the question, proper therapy costs credits she doesn't have, and she doesn't exactly have the friends to rely on, well no other friends expect the bottle that is. Karen needs at least one drink to even get through the working day, and that's just the minimum. [*][color=red][b]Jack's Legacy[/b][/color]: Despite the number of years since her father's disappearance, Karen is still occasionally recognized as his daughter from time to time. On one hand a few people held respect for Jack, and thus might rarely help Karen during particularly dire times. On the other her father made a lot of enemies, many of who would gladly make Karen's life a even worse living hell for whatever petty reason. While having a name isn't necessarily a bad thing, its definitely not all that desirable while out there in The Core. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Likes:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Alcohol, anything will do. [*] Books or just straight up storytelling. [*] Discounts, the less credits she has to spend the better. [*] Hot food, nothing calms the soul like a hot meal. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Dislikes:[/color][/b] [list] [*] The entire system in general, especially the corporations and government. [*] Organized crime and gangs; the bastards who continue to bring The Core further into ruin. [*] Anyone insulting her father, no matter the reason. [/list] [b][color=steelblue]Important People:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Jack Tobin, her father, a man who's been missing for six years now. [/list] [hider=Character Relationships] Not much in current outstanding relationships. [/hider]