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Name: Bastian Bostel
Alias: Bass / BB
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sex: The only kind of drive he doesn't care about
Notoriety -2
Appearance: Bastian is a wiry, lithe builded man with a square jaw, a small cleft on his chin, and dirty blonde hair that’s rarely not unkempt. He stands barely over six feet, and takes very few precautions in regards to his seemingly ratty appearance. He isn’t too muscular, but he’s more concerned about agility and finesse than bulk and power. (It's the brain that matters, right? And it's ain't like his armor is weak.) Despite his cheap style, he is rarely seen without some sort of technological device or gadget (weapons and armour excluded) with which he can toy. His most notable (and used) accessories are his cyber-goggles — often referred to as, ‘my babies.’ He generally has a pensive, distracted look on his face, but if his ears didn’t serve a purpose, then he probably would have had them removed by now. So, yeah, he’s paying attention; he just lacks the reason to let people know it.
Personality: As a technojunky with too much idiosyncratic curiosity, Bastian’s most incredible skill is his resourcefulness. He can do a lot of something outta a lot of nothing and likes to keep it that way. Sure, the fancy stuff is damn wankable, but in the end, Bastian doesn’t appreciate waste (even if he might look like something similar; at least, without his armour). He’s a minimalist and believes less is more (the cleaner the kill, the better). Of course, if more is needed, Bastian isn’t so prude that he’d shy from getting necessary resources. But, yah guessed it (Or did you? Hyuk.), if shoes are optional, he ain’t fucking gunna wear any.
His social life is also fairly minimal, but that doesn’t mean he’s shy. In fact, he’s pretty curious about how other people operate and function. He looks at them (especially with all the cybernetics and cyborgs polluting the world) as some sort of technological device that humanity hasn’t quite learned how to properly hack, yet. If his cues come off as odd or queer, it’s probably ‘cause he’s trying to find the backdoor or break it — he’s pretty fucking selfish like that.
Ingenius – Egocentric – Perceptive – Incongruous
Bio: It’d be stupid to imagine Bastian hadn’t grown up in the dirty part of some mega-city, but then again, anything is possible, right? Right. Except, Bastian’s upbringing is pretty transparent with nothing too internally different than the exterior that he portrays. Both his parents worked as minimal, disposable employees to the lowest ranks of some mega-corporation (Eurocorp) that incidentally had it’s tentacles wrapped tightly around the entire population. Shocker of shockers, right? Bastian is transparent, after all -- up until the whole part where his backstory gets convoluted with weird coding and keyboards that no one but him can use properly and all that good matrix fuckery. It is assumed someone close to him knew something about something and got him hooked on the program where he cleaned up his agile techno-abilities while operating under the 17DEM movement. on the side, he 'punched cards under the table,' and at some point, his jaded goggles got murkier, and he stopped seeing any point in helping any movement aside from himself. Putting his organized guerilla warfare days to a partial rest, he now free-lances his work, and as a front, he repairs lower-end electronics and lives in a shoe box apartment.
District: DST-21-EAST.
Konchu III
An original device constructed and innovated by Bastian. Konchu III has quite a bit of memory for a little guy and operates relatively smoothly, surfing the atmosphere for grids and patterns that she can spin into her own web. Her main function is for ease of movement through nets and clouds of information, where she can manipulate frequencies and such for confusion or delayed response time from the target. Her range is only a fifty meter circumference, however. She has several moveable cameras on her and can shoot a total of seven paralyzing electric darts in 'self-defense.' She also has a kamikaze mechanism (causing her to explode and destroy her valuable information), which had to be used on Konchu I and II. Bastian hopes Konchu III will not leave him a Widower.
NADE Rifle
A cyber-rifle of sorts. It's fantasmic. It's orgasmic. It's Bastian's cock, but it's probably not his manhood, 'cause that's more of a biological thing than a weaponry thing. It's not the loudest thing, if yah could not tell, yet. Flash and show ain't for Bastian. However, whatever is being shot out of the barrel might be a little bit surprising for anyone that doesn't know the model.
Low-Energy Pocket Knife
The knife doesn't need to be glowing to work, but it definitely is more harmful when it is. Bastian mostly has this handy little gadget for extreme cases of emergency. Although, he'll lie and say otherwise. It is a fun little girl to twirl around in his hand and cut chords with.
TC-WASP Suit
Formally known as the Transparent Chrysis-Wireless Application Service Protector. As someone who prefer the minimalist aesthetic as opposed to the bulky brute advertisement of baddassery, Bastian has taken his pocket change and invested it in this sleek, hi-tech, fabric of a build. Modeled after the giant Chrysis Wasp, the transparent suit's uses wireless technology to blue-ray (as can be seen more prominently in the suit that produces an anonymous mask over Bastian's face) a cybernetic force around his body. The suit's stealth ability is its dominant feature -- and like the Chrysididae do in the wild, the user of this suit has all the tools necessary to make a complete, unsuspecting cuckolding infiltration over his targets. The suit can be worn in broad daylight without attracting much attention, worn under every-day attire. Removal of any clothing covering the suit is necessary for (near) invisibility. When not being used for transparency, the suit is black in nature with quick lights of blue circulating through the tight weave. The TC-WASP also offers electronic capabilities to source other such tech-devices. When the mask is in use, vital information (variant on how well the user operates the TC-WASP's system) can be dispersed for registration by the user.
Cybernetics: None
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: N/A
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SmileyJaws
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Seen
4 mos ago
Name:
Kaylee Weiss
Age:
Twenty-Three
Sex:
Female
Gender:
Female | She/Her
Notoriety:
0
Appearance:
Kaytlin stands just shy of 5'5 and average for the region. She has a slender build, no doubt attributed to a hardy metabolism considering the amount of food she can consume in a sitting. Don't let her size fool you however, as she can pack a punch and is a slippery individual specifically when it comes to evasion.
Ash blonde hair shaved and swept to the one side, her face remained mostly unscathed when she crashed her bike at high speed. Except for a small scar under the left eye. No tattoos or piercings, but multiple identifying marks in the form of scar tissue on different parts of her body from the same accident.
Kaytlin's typical sense of style when laying about is casual and comfortable, often affording loose trousers and pull-overs or items of the sort - with boots to go. She doesn't wear hats, it's more of a personal choice where she doesn't agree with how they look on her.
Her only augmentations were born out of necessity, but when dressed are only visible on the back of the head and neck although the cybernetics run down her upper back and ends on the small. Kaytlin doesn't feel this or that way about them, they're just there and allow her to walk and move, something she would have never done again without them. If anything, she's more nimble than ever but still gets pains sporadically although has been given no cause by doctors and assured it's normal.
Personality:
Kaytlin is a complex creature, free-spirited from birth the world as it is today dampened her spirits, leaving her with a pessimistic and cynical outlook of society. Her lack of trust for strangers can lead her to come across as quite mean, verbally so being her go to defense mechanism when pestered by others.
Having always preferred not to get too attached, Kaytlin doesn't exactly hold the traditional kind of friendships as those close to her in life quickly found out. However, she is fiercely loyal to those and has been known to go to any length in efforts to help them.
A measured, rational individual - Kaylee questions nearly everything, firmly believing that even something known to be true may be doctored. Also coy, she is careful about what she says and who to. She is considered and restrained in her true opinion and thoughts and rarely speaks without thinking.
Not quite a rebel but more so an oddball in Europa society she has less of a regard for rules and regulations than the ideal fellow citizen who "always obeys" or openly questions the system.
More of late, noticeable since the bike accident that lead to Kaytlin acquiring life-saving augmentation, she had undergone somewhat of a personality shift. While still retaining her values and loyalty to those close to her, acquaintances have been vocal about her detached, cold, insensitive and almost apathetic outlook and traits.
Reserved – Distant – Measured – Mean
Bio:
Born in Nova territory on the old border of the United States and Canada, she lived and went to school there until she was thirteen years old. Up until this point, there was nothing spectacular or curious about Kaytlin's life. She'd been born to a single mother, or at least - her father was was seldom around, the occasional holiday or birthday. Kaytlin didn't resent her father, she didn't know him to hate him, to the point that she knew practically nothing about him. A name - Pierre, very reminiscent of the old world she'd thought and in this day and age nearly patriotic in some sense of the word but, not a notion of who he was or what he did. Some would say it had turned out for the better.
Come her thirteenth birthday, Nova's private armies advanced into Solace 'sovereign' territory provoking a short-lived but fierce war. During this time, Kaytlin and her mother had stowed away on a cargo airship headed for Europa with a group of other would be asylum seekers. Miraculously and against all odds, the small band of refugees had evaded customs and security and upon arriving in Europa's District 30 split up at the port. All but one escaped into the expanse of Europa to start a new life, the unlucky captive detained and presumably deported.
The duo didn't go far and ultimately stayed in District 30 where her mother found work as a contract cleaner, usually working hospitals. The pay wasn't much, but it kept them afloat in a humble but adequate abode with enough food in the pantry.
It wasn't long until her mother met somebody, a man who she would describe as none other. Middle aged, but looked younger except for his peppered hair. A closet neo-nationalist as well with a sour look upon augmentation and cyborgs, yet Kaytlin couldn't help but take a liking to the man - his good nature was endearing and while he didn't earn much more than her mother was generous and even outside of family, charitable. It was an admirable quality, that in this day and age was becoming rarer and rarer.
Kaytlin went to school for three more years, enrolling a few months into her new life, and excelled in the more creative side while retaining sub par or average grades in more academic pursuits. Aged sixteen she dropped out of education - much to the dismay of her guardians although they did not put up as much resistance as more strict parents would have. Doing nothing soon became worse than education to Kaytlin's mind and she began a job hunt, securing a position as a courier with a small time, private delivery service and in no time was earning as much as either of her guardians. With no responsibilities outside of work, Kaytlin managed to buy herself a motorcycle of her own, rather than the one's provided by her employer.
At seventeen, Kaytlin, who was yearning for freedom and independence as teenage angst subsided, moved out into her own residence on the other side of the district. Smaller, and even more modest than her cramped, two bed family home. After her accident, which happened on the job after only a short time of independent living, Kaytlin spent weeks in a medical center with a severed spine, the outlook was grim - the impact from the crash had also caused her severe damage to the back of her head, life threatening wounds that required Kaytlin to be put into an induced coma on life support. As fate would have it, or perhaps just good business, Kaytlin's employer covered the costs of her augmentation, something her mother and her partner could have never hoped to do. This ended up being a double edged sword however, it's true what they say, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Her new cybernetic enhancements and personality shift ended up driving a rift between Kaytlin and her family. The mother's boyfriend began to despise what he viewed the young woman as now, cyborg, a machine - in a way this hurt Kaytlin more than her own biological father could have but this soon turned into her own resentment. While her mother was understanding at first, for whatever reason and surprisingly, after all they had endured, the pair grew apart. It wasn't just the poison her mother's head was being filled with, it felt like everything had changed since her second bout with life. Eventually, they just stopped talking. Early the next year, Kaytlin learnt from the news that her mother's boyfriend had been killed in a clash between neo-nationalist militants (in truth a rabble) and EuroCorp Security, for all his qualities he had hidden his radical side well. Whatever became of her mother, Kaytlin can't be sure although she tried to contact her on a couple of occasions.
When the time came to repay a debt, Kaytlin was surprised by how seemingly simple the job was to be. Her employer had some serious tech that EuroCorp's research division was willing to pay some serious credits for. All she had to do was deliver it, he assured her there was no catch and while there was a hint that something was off but she felt obliged to agree. The time and place had been set, she was to meet an agent at an industrial site on the outskirts of the district, in the early hours of the morning. To quell her suspicions, he offered her a reasonable sum in return for completing the favor, Kaytlin thought this generous with him having already having essentially saved her life.
The drop off did not go according to plan, she had arrived on time but appeared to be alone before a single individual arrived in an all black EuroCorp transport. As soon as the passing of the goods had been made a pistol was drawn on Kaytlin. Although taken aback, the gunman's delay in squeezing the trigger ended up being his downfall. As if purely primitive survival instinct had kicked in and taken over every fiber of her being, she knocked the gun away and after a struggle came out victorious with two shots, each resonated within her as it announced to the world and of course Kaytlin, the first time she killed. Although not in cold blood for a moment she felt remorse before succumbing to the events that had unfolded.
The young woman, now an outlaw remained on the run for as long as she could endure, but in turn she had no hope of outrunning the far reaching grip of EuroCorp. Captured and arrested, potential, her keen ability for survival and evasion was seen in Kaytlin who was given an ultimatum, she could either work for them or face death. The choice was easy, at least there was a wage. Upon agreeing to the so-called offer, the newly appointed operator had all suspicions confirmed when she was tasked to sniff out everything her previous employer knew and then kill him. He knew too much, it was that simple and he had set her up, getting wind of the plot on his life he drafted Kaytlin into doing the work. His hope was that when EuroCorp had what it wanted, he would be left alone and eventually forgotten about - a fool's folly. This was the second time she had killed.
Since then, Kaytlin has been a puppet of the mega-corporation, looking for a way out, until that time comes, however, she's just paying back another debt.
District:
DST-30-WEST
Weapon(s):
Loud. Messy. Personal. Everything Kaylee loves in a weapon, she'll switch-up depending on the task but it is hard to separate her from her baby. 12 gauge semi-auto tactical shotgun, takes eight .73 slugs.
Armour:
MKIII DRONE - Despite being a slightly older model, it is considered the most reliable in the DRONE line up. Known for their durability comparative to their lightweight build the MKIII's main endeavor was to improve on their protection of vital organs and the torso where most of the rigidity is found compared to the rest of the suit. Thanks to it's slimline design, it can be easily concealed under everyday clothes, like Kaytlin's canvas coat. Stealth is the main focus in the design scheme.
The next best thing about the suit is the accessible and customizable HUD interface in the helmet which displays vitals when there is cause for alarm, as well as other more novel commodities. The suit can also temporarily heal or at least mask injuries with nano injectors inside the fabric - this has however on occasion been known to cause convulsions and death in those who can't tolerate the substance - exact cause is unknown.
Cybernetics:
-Mobility Augmentation
A mix between a partial exo-skeleton and cranioplasty, the augmentation replaced the back of her skull and spine ending at the small of her back. The "rig" (although it is not akin to one and fits the body well), in a sense rewires the damaged spinal cord, filling in for the communication lines between the sensory information shared between the brain, spine and even muscles, tendons and skin. This in turn, through the miracle of technology,came with some enhancement to physical strength and speed - although "superhuman" would be a far stretch of the imagination.
Account Balance:
2500creds
Other:
N/A
Name: Drayfus Cross
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Notoriety: -3
Appearance: Standing 5'8 with an average, if slightly slim, build Drayfus does little more with his dark-gray hair than keep it short enough that it doesn't mess with his helmet and the same goes for the small goatee on his chin. He'll often wear a pair of glasses when not wearing his helmet more out of old habit than necessity as he no longer needs them now that his left eye is cybernetic, giving him heterochromatic eyes with the right being gray and the left being a faint red.
Personality:
Jovial – Reckless – Easy-going – Wild
Bio: Born on the continent of Australia, Drayfus was part of a Death Squad working for the collection of governing corporations that make up a syndicate referring to itself as Altus, sometimes referred to as "The Commonwealth" after it's region's previous name. He was on the team since he was 18 and was close friends with the team's heavy gunner. Their usual Targets were opposition groups not unlike Europa's 17DEM, if fact they even came across a small chapter of 17DEM at one point.
All it took was one horribly botched operation. His friend died during the mission along with most of the squad, and the repercussions forced the survivors, including him, to sever official ties with The Commonwealth, Not that he had any love for it to begin with. Drayfus went on to become a mercenary only he had very little limitations on what jobs he took and who he took them from, anything from just being another hired guard to assassination, this eventually caused a problem, as there were as many people seeking his life as there were seeking his services. Thankfully the solution was fairly simple: Leave Australia.
Going about this was about as simple as he managed to get a favor from, of all people, 17DEM. They got him to Europa and once there it was easy enough to get lost among the violence there, not that anyone was really going to bother following him from Australia anyway, he wasn't nearly worth the effort. However, as a bit of repayment for the favor he did have to kill an EPA officer that 17DEM found particularly troublesome.
District: DST-38-East
Weapon(s):
- High-Caliber Marksman Rifle w/Flip-up scope and red dot sight
- Collapsible Machine Pistol
- Wrist-mounted Blade weapon
Armour:
-Modified Altus Armor
-Weavemail Coat (Energy-based weapons were more common in The Commonwealth. This coat is designed to lessen the impact of such weapons by dissipating energy fields and electrical charges)
Cybernetics: Left eye replacement for perfect vision, Iris looks like circuitry upon close inspection.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:
Name: Hideo Takeishi
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Notoriety -3
Appearance: Hideo stands at only 5'4, average for where he is from really but short when compared to his European counterparts, he maintains a fit build from his training as security and does well to keep himself clean and professional looking most of the time
Personality:
Loyal – Merciless – Resourceful – By Any Means Necessary
Bio: Originating in JPN-22, Hideo's entire family worked for the corporation, he himself got a position as low-level security at an early age alongside his brother who was going to become a weapons technician. Regardless of family ties Hideo proved he was worthy of the position, climbing the ranks in security before transferring to the regular police force and spending a few years doing the same there, always remaining staunchly loyal to both his family and his company.
During his time with the police he was often part of counter operations against the influence of other corporations, the main one being Eurocorp, as well as terrorist groups such as 17DEM. His participation on these operations got him approached for a position with the Military. He was brought on with special forces and given additional training before being placed on a strike team and equipped with some of the best gear JPN-22 had to offer, including a weapon barely out of prototype stages(a gift from his brother).
Hideo was eventually called on again, this time for a slightly different type of assignment. He was deployed farther into Eurocorp's territory with discretion to act as an independent agent and given a single line that he could call on for resources. He was there with one objective: Find ways to destabilize Eurocorp's hold on the region, by any means necessary.
District: DST-38-EAST
Weapon(s):
- JPN-22 Gauss Assault Rifle
- JPN-22 Burstfire Sidearm
- Stun baton
- Collapsible Sword
Armour:
Cybernetics: None
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:
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Member
Seen
5 hrs ago
Name:
Natalia Montenegro [previously - Ayaka Imanawa]
Alias:
Robin Hood
Age:
20
Sex:
Female
Notoriety
-1
Appearance:
Natalia looks like quite an innocent creature. Standing at a rather small height of 5'4" and weighs averagely for her height, she doesn't really fit the 'intimidating' category. She has short red hair that reaches only to her shoulder and matching red ruby eyes. She often has aviator goggles on her head. She has a lean and athletic type of body but is hidden under her white tank top and brown aviator jacket with varying types of pants. She usually sports a bright smile on her face and exerts this aura of happiness and innocence. When she dons the 'Robin Hood' persona, she wears a costume reminiscent of the thief hero. She has the hat and all! However, this clothing is heavily modified to also act as her armor.
Personality:
Natalia has a different sense of justice than most would think. Growing up on the story of Robin Hood, she came to pity the poor and hate the rich. She ends up as a person who strongly believes that what she is doing is right despite it being against the law. Despite this, she does help out the law every now and then when she believes it to be just - often helping them with catching thieves who steal only for themselves. She is unaware of her hypocritical ways. While she tries to become exactly like Robin Hood - her rather selfish heart makes her take more than half of the heist and give the remaining to the poor. Though when you meet Natalia when she's neither stealing nor helping the law, she is quite a fun person to be around. She doesn't beat around the bush and loves talking with others.
Bio:
Natalia was born and partially grew up in JPN-22. Though, she was never meant for a normal life. Her parents were thieves and assassins of the greatest bidder. Names well known among the community as the 'Black Cats' who were also under the group of the 'Rapscallion' - a rather straightforward name to be honest. She grew up thinking what her parents were doing was right as half of what they get is given to the guild and then distributed among the poor people of the country. However, it also meant that they were always on the run. However oddly enough, she quite enjoyed the life on the run as her parents were always there, every step of the way.
She was soon offered a position within the Rapscallions - Robin Hood. Natalia was ecstatic and started training with them in the arts of stealing. She, along with the rest of the Rapscallions, were at large and the JPN-22's task force were always after them. She loves the thrill of adventure - the thrill of danger. Natalia's entire teenage life was dedicated to being part of the Rapscallions along with her parents and her partner - Jimmy. Heist after heist - pickpocket after pickpocket, she had a pretty damn large bounty on her head.
When everything was just going so well, everything went to hell. Someone had tipped them off - a rat was within the organization of thieves - and they were raided by the task force. Natalia was lucky enough to be out on a job when this happened. She was sent an emergency message and Natalia fled. Pulling strings to get out of her predicament, she ended up in District 38. She had to settle down for a bit - become a normal citizen and generally lay low as to avoid any type of government catching up to her. It has only been a year and she has stolen little but helped the government quite a few times already. She has a love-hate relationship with the government as she helps them more frequently than she steals - and none of her heists ever amounted to anything even close to the ones she stole before. Currently, they're not actively looking for her though.
Natalia often works odd jobs here and there, accepting what she can, when she can. The government can contact Robin Hood through ringing a phone twice before hanging up and then a public phone would call a government-related building and have the coordinates to the meet-up there. Actually, anyone can call her as she does act as a mercenary though half the time, it's just prank calls and she'd turn up for nothing.
District: DST-38-WEST
Weapon(s):
- Two Glock 17 pistols - rather unimpressive and only has comfort grips for convenience. Natalia possesses custom-made armor piercing bullets
- Boot Blades
- Throwing Knives {hidden under jacket when allowed) [6]
- Combat Knives [2]
Armour:
ROBIN HOOD ARMOR However, the color scheme is dark green (jacket) and blood red (pants). She also wears a green hat with a feather that resembles the original hat of old.
- Light but durable metal chest padding
- Leather padded joints
- Black market made - White mask which has different modifications [Thermal Vision, shows velocity of wind, Nightvision, gas mask, voice modulator]
- Fingerless black gloves
- Her casual aviator glasses also have Thermal Vision and Night Vision
- She has a device on the left hand that can show her physical body wellness (heart rate, fatigue, etc.),
Cybernetics:
Her only cybernetic is her left arm which was lost in a firefight before. Constant maintenance is poured into it despite it only being slightly above average. Most of her money goes to this.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other:
She's ambidextrous. While she is now a legal citizen, she still has fake IDs on her. She owns an antique Robin Hood book and the film which she stores in her apartment as one of her most prized possessions.
Natalia Montenegro [previously - Ayaka Imanawa]
Alias:
Robin Hood
Age:
20
Sex:
Female
Notoriety
-1
Appearance:
Natalia looks like quite an innocent creature. Standing at a rather small height of 5'4" and weighs averagely for her height, she doesn't really fit the 'intimidating' category. She has short red hair that reaches only to her shoulder and matching red ruby eyes. She often has aviator goggles on her head. She has a lean and athletic type of body but is hidden under her white tank top and brown aviator jacket with varying types of pants. She usually sports a bright smile on her face and exerts this aura of happiness and innocence. When she dons the 'Robin Hood' persona, she wears a costume reminiscent of the thief hero. She has the hat and all! However, this clothing is heavily modified to also act as her armor.
Personality:
Natalia has a different sense of justice than most would think. Growing up on the story of Robin Hood, she came to pity the poor and hate the rich. She ends up as a person who strongly believes that what she is doing is right despite it being against the law. Despite this, she does help out the law every now and then when she believes it to be just - often helping them with catching thieves who steal only for themselves. She is unaware of her hypocritical ways. While she tries to become exactly like Robin Hood - her rather selfish heart makes her take more than half of the heist and give the remaining to the poor. Though when you meet Natalia when she's neither stealing nor helping the law, she is quite a fun person to be around. She doesn't beat around the bush and loves talking with others.
Fun-loving – Mischievous – Optimistic – Doesn't know when to stop
Bio:
"A young girl who just happens to be a victim of circumstance... but decided to ride it until the end."
- Thalia Averton, Leader of the Rapscallions
- Thalia Averton, Leader of the Rapscallions
Natalia was born and partially grew up in JPN-22. Though, she was never meant for a normal life. Her parents were thieves and assassins of the greatest bidder. Names well known among the community as the 'Black Cats' who were also under the group of the 'Rapscallion' - a rather straightforward name to be honest. She grew up thinking what her parents were doing was right as half of what they get is given to the guild and then distributed among the poor people of the country. However, it also meant that they were always on the run. However oddly enough, she quite enjoyed the life on the run as her parents were always there, every step of the way.
She was soon offered a position within the Rapscallions - Robin Hood. Natalia was ecstatic and started training with them in the arts of stealing. She, along with the rest of the Rapscallions, were at large and the JPN-22's task force were always after them. She loves the thrill of adventure - the thrill of danger. Natalia's entire teenage life was dedicated to being part of the Rapscallions along with her parents and her partner - Jimmy. Heist after heist - pickpocket after pickpocket, she had a pretty damn large bounty on her head.
When everything was just going so well, everything went to hell. Someone had tipped them off - a rat was within the organization of thieves - and they were raided by the task force. Natalia was lucky enough to be out on a job when this happened. She was sent an emergency message and Natalia fled. Pulling strings to get out of her predicament, she ended up in District 38. She had to settle down for a bit - become a normal citizen and generally lay low as to avoid any type of government catching up to her. It has only been a year and she has stolen little but helped the government quite a few times already. She has a love-hate relationship with the government as she helps them more frequently than she steals - and none of her heists ever amounted to anything even close to the ones she stole before. Currently, they're not actively looking for her though.
Natalia often works odd jobs here and there, accepting what she can, when she can. The government can contact Robin Hood through ringing a phone twice before hanging up and then a public phone would call a government-related building and have the coordinates to the meet-up there. Actually, anyone can call her as she does act as a mercenary though half the time, it's just prank calls and she'd turn up for nothing.
District: DST-38-WEST
Weapon(s):
- Two Glock 17 pistols - rather unimpressive and only has comfort grips for convenience. Natalia possesses custom-made armor piercing bullets
- Boot Blades
- Throwing Knives {hidden under jacket when allowed) [6]
- Combat Knives [2]
Armour:
ROBIN HOOD ARMOR However, the color scheme is dark green (jacket) and blood red (pants). She also wears a green hat with a feather that resembles the original hat of old.
- Light but durable metal chest padding
- Leather padded joints
- Black market made - White mask which has different modifications [Thermal Vision, shows velocity of wind, Nightvision, gas mask, voice modulator]
- Fingerless black gloves
- Her casual aviator glasses also have Thermal Vision and Night Vision
- She has a device on the left hand that can show her physical body wellness (heart rate, fatigue, etc.),
Cybernetics:
Her only cybernetic is her left arm which was lost in a firefight before. Constant maintenance is poured into it despite it only being slightly above average. Most of her money goes to this.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other:
She's ambidextrous. While she is now a legal citizen, she still has fake IDs on her. She owns an antique Robin Hood book and the film which she stores in her apartment as one of her most prized possessions.
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Member
Seen
6 hrs ago
Name: Adrian Steele
Age: Thirty-Four
Sex: Male.
Notoriety +3
Appearance: Steele stands at six foot four, he appears to have various brandings, scars and tattoos around his face and head. He is bald, clearly and it appears he has been for a while. He wears a blue fleeced jacket and under it an old faded punk rock band T. He wears a pair of old navy BDUs which are too faded in color. On his feet are a pair of black combat boots commonly used by Corporate Police. He appears to be of a muscular build and stands with solid stature, he always appears to be standing tall or atleast that's what he shows - at least. He has bags under his eyes, probably from sleep deprevivation
Personality: Adrian is rather cold to those he dosen't trust, he analyzes everyone he meets and takes a course of action after meeting them. It can range from being friendly and cordial while he can change to a mean and ruthless brute. In private he is a quiet man who keeps to himself, his outward persona usually changes to fit the situation but around long term friends that persona may fade. Adrian isn't one to hold his tongue, he will speak his mind, his thoughts and opinions on a situation. If a job is bad he'll say it, despite back lash or any hate or praise he may get. He's honest and sticks to telling the truth - when he isn't under cover.
Honest – Disturbed – Sympathetic – Crude
Bio: So, a washed up Corporate dog?
It almost seems fitting that Adrian Steele use to be a Corporate cop, before Eurocop began to regulate everything. It's one of the paths street kids end up in, the gangs, the corps or the dead. All three very simple in nature, but situations change and people die, people get hurt and emotions run high. Especially WEST District, the last past ten years had been tough especially with the 17DEM and Eurocop going at it. Adrian started out as a Corporate Cop, he used to protect Executives, protect corporate property and take out the trash every once in a while. That was before the corps merged with Eurocop and Adrian lost his job, the young Adrian Steele took what he had as a Corporate dog and went into bounty hunting. Crime pays, but Bounties pay even better.
To fit into the life style Adrian got some tattoos, new threads, the scars and brandings were gained while he was on jobs. Sometimes captured, sometimes injured, an injury just meant a new story for Adrian to tell. This was the 9-5 for Adrian, grab some low level scum cash the bounty and go home and go out the next day. Was as in, past tense. When Adrian's sister, Maggie was crippled, the medical bills to keep her alive in the hospital were staggering. Adrian stepped up his game, went after some dark people and hauled in some high ranking 17DEM "terrorists". Adrian isn't liked and now isn't the time to start making amends, make the money, pay the debts, save Maggie and maybe become famous at the same time. Simple right? Nothing ever is.
District: DST-16-WEST
Weapon(s):
Small, compact, 12 rounds of 12 gauge. Revolving cylinder, the street sweeper.
A six inch old world gravity knife with brass knuckles on it,comes with some cute skulls. They are skulls right?
Armour:
It could stop a few bullets, maybe.Cybernetics: -
Account Balance: 2500creds
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Member
Seen
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————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————Name:
Pavlov Akilov.
« The Operator »
« The Operator »
Age:
Thirty-five.
Sex:
Male.
Gender:
Male.
Notoriety:
0.
Appearance:
Pavlov stands at, give or take, 6'1". This puts him in the average among the Eurocorp and Korporat-managed lands. His frame is what you'd expect of an operator, being built with a strong frame, but not too bulky. He's built for strength, yes, but also endurance. Because of this, his build is limited to strong definitions on his muscles, but little more.
His face is unremarkable - he has brown eyes, a pointed nose similar to that of other Europeans, and lacks any noteworthy definition. His jawline is covered in hair, forming a thick beard which is well kept. The only noteworthy thing about his face is evidently the three scars that run below his eye, and the one single scar that runs above his eye. There is a myriad of other scars, of course, but they are hidden under his beard.
As for dress, Pavlov typically wears the standard for operators - a shirt or sweater, a baseball cap of sorts, and if the sun allows, shades. With his pants then neatly tucked into his combat boots, there is little else for him to desire. On the side of his head are his ear-and-eye augmentation/implants. They are one sided, on his right side, and cover most of that side of his face.
Furthermore, on his left hand, there are several augmentations too. One of his fingers got shot off, and has been replaced with a robotic augmentation. Then on the back of his hand, there is a metallic plate that functions mostly as a chipcard, where he can store multiple card functions - credit chips, contact cards, and other useless things that turn out to be useful in day to day life as a civilian.
His face is unremarkable - he has brown eyes, a pointed nose similar to that of other Europeans, and lacks any noteworthy definition. His jawline is covered in hair, forming a thick beard which is well kept. The only noteworthy thing about his face is evidently the three scars that run below his eye, and the one single scar that runs above his eye. There is a myriad of other scars, of course, but they are hidden under his beard.
As for dress, Pavlov typically wears the standard for operators - a shirt or sweater, a baseball cap of sorts, and if the sun allows, shades. With his pants then neatly tucked into his combat boots, there is little else for him to desire. On the side of his head are his ear-and-eye augmentation/implants. They are one sided, on his right side, and cover most of that side of his face.
Furthermore, on his left hand, there are several augmentations too. One of his fingers got shot off, and has been replaced with a robotic augmentation. Then on the back of his hand, there is a metallic plate that functions mostly as a chipcard, where he can store multiple card functions - credit chips, contact cards, and other useless things that turn out to be useful in day to day life as a civilian.
Personality:
It takes a certain type of person to be a successful bounty hunter. Whether you're on the far end of the spectrum or on the other end - whether you obey the law and kill criminals, or whether you'll take any bounty regardless of who it is.. there are certain qualities that all bounty hunters come to appreciate and make a part of themselves. Pavlov is just like that - just like the others.
Where he differs is his lack of interest in those around him. He is an operator, after all, and operators tend to only be in it for the money. He picked up that mindset in the Korporat side of the globe, and took it with him when he moved to greener pastures after an untimely departure. Whether you're his friend or his enemy, he doesn't really seem to care. This has a good side - everything is all business with him - and a bad side - he can be hard to get along with. Never the less, he cares just enough for him not to leave you bleeding in the street if you happen to be on his team. Consider that his saving grace from being a total bastard.
Pavlov seems to have little regard for 'doing the right thing' and more for 'doing the thing that is right for me.' Although you could say his moral compass points to himself, he'd simply ask whether or not that was true for most people. Those who want to do good typically end up dead. There are steps to the system - even the best bounty hunter must be able to accept a bribe. Those who can't accept a bribe when needed will end up being made another offer.
Pavlov intends never to get such an offer.
Where he differs is his lack of interest in those around him. He is an operator, after all, and operators tend to only be in it for the money. He picked up that mindset in the Korporat side of the globe, and took it with him when he moved to greener pastures after an untimely departure. Whether you're his friend or his enemy, he doesn't really seem to care. This has a good side - everything is all business with him - and a bad side - he can be hard to get along with. Never the less, he cares just enough for him not to leave you bleeding in the street if you happen to be on his team. Consider that his saving grace from being a total bastard.
Pavlov seems to have little regard for 'doing the right thing' and more for 'doing the thing that is right for me.' Although you could say his moral compass points to himself, he'd simply ask whether or not that was true for most people. Those who want to do good typically end up dead. There are steps to the system - even the best bounty hunter must be able to accept a bribe. Those who can't accept a bribe when needed will end up being made another offer.
Pavlov intends never to get such an offer.
Brave – Indifferent – Dedicated to the job – Uncaring about the morality of the job
Bio:
Pavlov was born in the former Russian territories in the mega-city Moscow. His father was a corporate security officer, his mother was a stay-at-home wife. Life was easy, and never ceased to be easy until his father had had enough. From age four to twelve, Pavlov was educated at a primary school, after which he was sent to a highschool that specialized in technology and the sciences. It was, besides security, one of the best fields to work in, and his father knew that.
It was a pity that Pavlov's interests and capabilities never aligned with those his father set out for him, as Pavlov did not do well in school. He stumbled through highschool, barely completing the tasks set for him, being held back a year in the first year already. A poor start for young Pavlov.
The disapproval of his father was not as much a push factor for him to do better as his father imagined, either. Instead, Pavlov merely grew more rebellious. After graduating, scoring perhaps the lowest out of all students that passed, his father urged him to go to a University of Cybernetics and Robotics to learn how to work with these new technologies. Pavlov refused.
The decision had been made, and his father kicked him out. He was 18 after all, and there was no reason to keep such a rebellious boy around. He could work for himself if he didn't want to listen. Except rather than pity himself and cry, banging on the door, Pavlov merely grabbed his bags and left. He applied to the Korporation 18 Operator teams, working security for some of the more dangerous facilities that were at a larger risk compared to the other sites. Surprisingly, they accepted him, and drilled him into shape quickly.
His first posting was a factory for augmentation chips in the far east, close to the Sakhalin island where oil was being won. The factory was a risk factor to Korporat 18 due to the purifist elements that were present in that area that wanted to stop augmentations from becoming a thing, who believed it was an act against the will of god to augment our bodies.
It was, overall, a quiet post. During his two year stay near Sakhalin, he only saw combat twice, during which his finger got blown off by a stray round. This was his first augmentation, albeit a minor one, as they attached a robotic finger to replace it. A second augmentation soon followed, as he got ear-and-eye augmentations that allowed him to project interfaces into his eye, as well as to allow radio chatter to go straight to his ear and brain, removing the need for extensive external equipment. The third was a simple digital chip/card storage in his hand that was multifunctional.
After his tour here was up he was moved back to the West, running corporate security ops in Moscow itself. This was where he'd spend the rest of his time in the Korporat 18 operator teams. It was here that the operator teams lost their 'military' feel and became more like 'muscle gangs' that were used to wrestle control of businesses, locations and items from small time businesses that weren't even close to rivaling Korporat 18. At least, that was the intention. It seemed more like they were fixing the personal issues of the Korporat 18 leadership.
An assassination here and there, some intimidation, dealing with rowdy family members... it was a full package. But, considerably, a more luxurious post to maintain than to be out in the east fighting purifist, anti-augmentation militant groups.
From shady backstreet dealings, to clearing out small-time mobsters, to killing people. Yes, the luxurious post. They operated with impunity, as nobody could or would stop them. They were Korporat 18 after all.
All good things, however, must come to an end. Pavov got a bit too deep into one corporate leaders private dealings, and was marked by a rival leader as a team leader that had been messing with his family under orders of the other leader. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was impossible for him to kill the other leader, but it was more than possible to get rid of Pavlov, one way or the other. So he made Pavlov an offer - leave Korporat 18 owned lands with a honorable discharge and a clearance to take KORPO equipment with him, to start for himself abroad, or get 'erased.'
The offer was clear, and Pavlov was on the next train to the West, finding himself in Europa, managed by Eurocorp. What had once been seen as a rival to his employer was now his new home. Fittingly, perhaps. Now he was meant to start over. But there was little someone with his skillset could do - little except becoming a bounty hunter.
It was a pity that Pavlov's interests and capabilities never aligned with those his father set out for him, as Pavlov did not do well in school. He stumbled through highschool, barely completing the tasks set for him, being held back a year in the first year already. A poor start for young Pavlov.
The disapproval of his father was not as much a push factor for him to do better as his father imagined, either. Instead, Pavlov merely grew more rebellious. After graduating, scoring perhaps the lowest out of all students that passed, his father urged him to go to a University of Cybernetics and Robotics to learn how to work with these new technologies. Pavlov refused.
The decision had been made, and his father kicked him out. He was 18 after all, and there was no reason to keep such a rebellious boy around. He could work for himself if he didn't want to listen. Except rather than pity himself and cry, banging on the door, Pavlov merely grabbed his bags and left. He applied to the Korporation 18 Operator teams, working security for some of the more dangerous facilities that were at a larger risk compared to the other sites. Surprisingly, they accepted him, and drilled him into shape quickly.
His first posting was a factory for augmentation chips in the far east, close to the Sakhalin island where oil was being won. The factory was a risk factor to Korporat 18 due to the purifist elements that were present in that area that wanted to stop augmentations from becoming a thing, who believed it was an act against the will of god to augment our bodies.
It was, overall, a quiet post. During his two year stay near Sakhalin, he only saw combat twice, during which his finger got blown off by a stray round. This was his first augmentation, albeit a minor one, as they attached a robotic finger to replace it. A second augmentation soon followed, as he got ear-and-eye augmentations that allowed him to project interfaces into his eye, as well as to allow radio chatter to go straight to his ear and brain, removing the need for extensive external equipment. The third was a simple digital chip/card storage in his hand that was multifunctional.
After his tour here was up he was moved back to the West, running corporate security ops in Moscow itself. This was where he'd spend the rest of his time in the Korporat 18 operator teams. It was here that the operator teams lost their 'military' feel and became more like 'muscle gangs' that were used to wrestle control of businesses, locations and items from small time businesses that weren't even close to rivaling Korporat 18. At least, that was the intention. It seemed more like they were fixing the personal issues of the Korporat 18 leadership.
An assassination here and there, some intimidation, dealing with rowdy family members... it was a full package. But, considerably, a more luxurious post to maintain than to be out in the east fighting purifist, anti-augmentation militant groups.
From shady backstreet dealings, to clearing out small-time mobsters, to killing people. Yes, the luxurious post. They operated with impunity, as nobody could or would stop them. They were Korporat 18 after all.
All good things, however, must come to an end. Pavov got a bit too deep into one corporate leaders private dealings, and was marked by a rival leader as a team leader that had been messing with his family under orders of the other leader. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was impossible for him to kill the other leader, but it was more than possible to get rid of Pavlov, one way or the other. So he made Pavlov an offer - leave Korporat 18 owned lands with a honorable discharge and a clearance to take KORPO equipment with him, to start for himself abroad, or get 'erased.'
The offer was clear, and Pavlov was on the next train to the West, finding himself in Europa, managed by Eurocorp. What had once been seen as a rival to his employer was now his new home. Fittingly, perhaps. Now he was meant to start over. But there was little someone with his skillset could do - little except becoming a bounty hunter.
District:
DST-29-EAST
Weapon(s):
Krachev “K-80” PDW
- Classified as a sub-machine pistol.
- Chambered in 9mm.
- Twenty-five round double stacked magazines.
- Goes through a twenty-five round magazine in approximately 2 and a half seconds.
- Due to it's status as a sub-machine pistol it can be sold over the counter without any hassle.
- Also called the 'Katie,' shorthand for K-80.
- Chambered in 9mm.
- Twenty-five round double stacked magazines.
- Goes through a twenty-five round magazine in approximately 2 and a half seconds.
- Due to it's status as a sub-machine pistol it can be sold over the counter without any hassle.
- Also called the 'Katie,' shorthand for K-80.
Armour:
Model T-2 “Cyclops”
- Red module on visor tracks eyes.
- Metal shoulderpads
- Metal kneepads
- Thin armor plate over body
- Advanced carbon-fibre based materials cover the entire body
- Metal parts made of durable ultra-lightweight metals
- The metal and carbon-fibre materials are lightweight and durable, but do not offer the best protection
- The body (chest, abdomen) are relatively exposed
- Movement is above average due to the lightweight materials however.
- Metal shoulderpads
- Metal kneepads
- Thin armor plate over body
- Advanced carbon-fibre based materials cover the entire body
- Metal parts made of durable ultra-lightweight metals
- The metal and carbon-fibre materials are lightweight and durable, but do not offer the best protection
- The body (chest, abdomen) are relatively exposed
- Movement is above average due to the lightweight materials however.
Cybernetics:
- Ear-and-eye augmentation
A mobile communication and HUD augmentation that can project information to the eyes in the form of screens and can ease communication through enhanced radio technologies that transmit directly to the ear and brain. The augmentation can be linked to the Cyclops visor.
- Card storage and reader in right hand
Simply stores a variety of cards from credit chips to contact information. Widespread usage, lots of utilities, little application in combat.
- Right hand, ring-finger
Replacement finger after old finger was shot of. Functions just as well, if not better, than the old finger. Has no real extra features.
A mobile communication and HUD augmentation that can project information to the eyes in the form of screens and can ease communication through enhanced radio technologies that transmit directly to the ear and brain. The augmentation can be linked to the Cyclops visor.
- Card storage and reader in right hand
Simply stores a variety of cards from credit chips to contact information. Widespread usage, lots of utilities, little application in combat.
- Right hand, ring-finger
Replacement finger after old finger was shot of. Functions just as well, if not better, than the old finger. Has no real extra features.
Account Balance:
2500creds
Other:
Momentarily none.
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Member
Seen
3 mos ago
Name: Alexis ‘Lex’ Stangle
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Notoriety: 0
Appearance: Lex stands at 5’9” with a fit and stoned physique
Personality:
Reliable – Spiteful – Humble – Harsh
Bio: Hailing from a bloodline of just law hunters, Lex too would follow in her families footsteps. Her training started at thirteen, and was entrusted by her father until she was seventeen and that deemed old enough to live alongside a mentor. Lex was then paired with Darius, a respected young man only six years her senior. Lex trained hard with Darius, she wanted to be him. She idolized him, and eventually… they fell in love, and Lex soon after became his wife.
For many years they were inseparable, romantically, and professionally. They were a force to be reckoned with; Darius was massive and all about brute strength, however, Lex was nimble and agile. They made a perfect balanced team, and Lex was a natural Gunslinger. She was passionate, and she would have climbed the ranks of any organization… perhaps that’s what helped in descending Darius into madness.
Insanity took over Darius, he hungered for power. First, it started with low-life and petty criminals, removing limbs and organs and replacing them with bionics. Darius was deranged and wanted to create some sort of super human, yet not fully Cyborg.
It was the reason Lex lost her arm that night.
District: TBA
Weapon(s):
Revolver
Dual Pistols
Dagger
Armour:
Cybernetics: Right bionic arm enhanced for fast draw.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:
Andreyich AS THOUGH A THOUSAND MOUTHS CRY OUT IN PAIN
Member
Seen
0-24 hrs ago
Name: Aleksandr Mortianu Romanescu
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Notoriety -3
Appearance: Aleksandr is close to average in height between 6' and 6'0, with blond hair,
amber eyes and a lightened Mediterannean tan by some sickliness after removing his bionics giving him the appearance of one long bar of yellow. He is of athletic (though with emphasis on slightly different muscle sets than most soldiers) build though in a few parts of him his body is not properly formed because he couldn't recover from his "self-surgery." However, when he is dressed there is little indication of his injuries but a few scars, and some bumps under his hair only a doctor would notice.
Personality: Aleksandr's personality is hard to pin down; he will be the first to admit he can get crazed and do things he will later regret when he's no longer maddened. Still, when not crazed he will be kind, but somewhat of a "romantic" and arguably naive.
Altruistic – Violent – Resourceful – Stubborn
Bio: Aleksandr was born in the part of Europe now termed "DST28-EAST" or on occassion "RMNYA" with parents in an almost morganatic marriage. Father was a de facto ruler of the Northern parts of the region whilst his mother was all considering selling her body for money. A lavish life awaited the lad of whoring, drugs, and otherwise wasted money.
There was a major change when at twenty-two, both of his parents pressured him into getting a major cybernetic modification to "help" him in work. He agreed to it after he was told all privileges would otherwise be removed and he wholly disinherited. When he woke up after the procedure, he instantly knew he felt wrong. He had minor modifications many times before but nothing so big, and the chunks of metal sticking out of him felt so... wrong. His body didn't work as it had before and he simply wasn't the same. It reached a critical point where he got anxiety, constant nausea. Mother and father told him it was just adjustment and the Doctor they made him see agreed, but he knew it wasn't so. The young man roamed the streets with his head in his hands, screaming.
Eventually, the numbers and information was all too much and he pulled thus ripping out a whole load of the bionics, the unimaginable pain and relief came at once and his tears were of both agony and joy. Dying and giggling insanely at the lifting of the burden he relaxed, only to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Things seemed wrong though when he overheard voices arguing over what to do with him.
Aleksandr awoke in a dark smokey room, though it didn't have the loud electronic music and smell of strange drugs that the usual clubs he attended had. All he sensed was a faint smell of tobacco and a flute playing in the corner. He arose to see men playing cards whilst calmly discussing shooting one of his father's business partners. A short talk, a few death threats, and then a slightly longer talk preceded his joining of the Garda Fier branch of the "resistance" to Eurocorp and world corporations in general. It was not long before he learned of the history of Romania and the world at large, he got in touch with some of his ancestry and the older and arguably more proper dialect of the language used in "RMNYA."
He did not return home, having found a new world to be more happy with. Though he disagreed with some of the fringe idealists in the group from fascists to communists, the union was necessary. Aleksandr was ever happier of having removed the excessive bionics he previously had in him, and slowly began to tell this to his old friends, a few of them falling in line with him.
He met all sorts of resistance groups, and heard that there would be a great act of resistance or per Eurocorp terms "terrorism" and he instantly asked to be part of it.
On that fateful day a mass of all sorts of revolutionaries came to a small Island in one of the Western districts in which they slaughtered all security forces, and then proclaimed a government. But, the world doesn't fall to people who have heart and courage, it goes to the people with robots and giant ass guns. Though the enemy bodies piled, eventually they were as expected overcome, and the majority of Aleksandr's co-conspirators were killed, the few survivors coming to their senses and realizing it was a lost cause right before the last door was kicked down. They dispersed, and kept little contact between them. Now he goes about alone (though at times collaborating) doing everything from political assassination to placing bombs where businessmen least expect them whilst evading bounty hunters.
District: DST28-EAST
Weapon(s): -FJG-73M Heavy Carbine:
This firearm is about the size of an assault rifle with extreme accuracy and hard hitting bullets albeit at a rate of fire making one hesitate to call it an automatic weapon. The key of the weapon is that despite more or less functioning like a designated marksman rifle, it can fold to half of it's size to be a submachine gun, or a third for ease of concealment and transportation giving it the name "heavy carbine." It's main mods are a scope with variable (up to 19x) magnification, a laser sight, and integration with armour/cybernetics to greatly improve shooting.
-SG21:
A sword something in between a renaissance era longsword and an earlier arming sword in appearance, this weapon has much ancient decorations and such but this does not mean it should be underestimated; it has a deadly edge going through most personal body armour and being able to do decent damage to exo-suits. However, a lot of lethality also comes from the current running through it that will greatly fry anything from a nervous system to a drone's circuit; alternatively the blade can create great heat to melt through what it goes at.
Armour: FJG-80 Full body armour:
Somewhat of a hybrid between normal body armour and an exo-suit, this armour has servos and other means of increasing a user's strength and abilities, fans and other means of giving the user comfort and ergonomics, along with scanners (short range radar, and heat detection) and various self-monitors built in to work together with the polarized visor. The armour itself consists of layer upon layer of soft and then hard materials to make it effective against all sorts of kinetic firearms and the material lets it be of at least some help against energy weapons. It also has excellent integration with both cybernetics and firearms.
Cybernetics:
Ocular: Aleksandr has a much greater spectra of colour visible to him, and his eyes compensate for glare and brightness much faster.
Athletics: He is stronger, faster, and more endurant than he was normally.
Brain: He wasn't able to remove all things in his self-lobotomy, and some damaged cybernetics remain in there that slightly affect his behaviour, for better or worse.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:
(pic of his armour and gun)
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