[center][hider=Treasure Chest][img]http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/facebook/001/103/088/93c.jpg[/img][/hider] [url=https://fontmeme.com/famous-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171107/b9d7497c198bc6c50dbd6ea9d0982d08.png[/img][/url][hr][hr] [color=2FE3FF][i]"Or how to pick up a Playbeing and a ton of trouble”[/i][/color][/center] [center][img]http://www.neondystopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/dystopia-cyberpunk_00353178.jpg[/img] [hr] [color=2fe3ff][b]"Live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse."[/b][/color] -Nick Romano-[/center] [i]….Not just pretty words or an impossible goal in the Dystopian World of Cyberpunk, if you have the money beauty can be bought. But beauty at high levels becomes too costly and to prove it are those called Playbeings who sacrificed their own ghosts to become the perfect Erotic Exotic. It is claimed by Siren Cybernetics that all Playbeings are legally created from men and women who signed away the rights of their bodies to the Corp to erase debt or crime but I have heard rumors that whisper of sinister origins of some of these servants of society. But I’m not here to judge. Soo Into a Solo / Street Samurai bar Walked a Playbeing dressed as a soft Dominatrix teacher type. [/i] [hr][hr] Hi I have been craving a Cyberpunk RP to explore the violent and beautiful Dystopia that is Punk. Not really sure how many of you really understand Cyberpunk but I also don’t mind explaining; “Ask Questions” There are all sorts of roles in Cyberpunk [u]Solo/Street Samurai[/u] These are the guns for hire and how they cut themselves and replaced their meat is as varied as tattoos; Oh and there are plenty of those too. Some look as meat as a Beaver brat in the gated hoods of the corporate herds and others flaunt their metal, it’s all a matter of style, cash, and access. [u]Netdivers[/u] These guys ride the virtual world as Programmers, Hackers, Thieves, Spies, and Netslingers. The latter are kind of virtual assassins who kill, destroy, or, erase people’s ghosts and even take on AIs….maybe I was in one of those? [u]Street/Bush Docs[/u] Not exactly med school guys the Docs keep solo teams running and make a steady income on the side if they don’t mind doing their thing in the back room of a bar or some ditch near the equator. They can patch meat and repair the cyber connection points or install new headware for Netdivers who can’t afford the nice Fedcorp hospitals; next to a Cybertech these guys are gold. I seen a Doc once get traded five times in 7 weeks of fighting back in Hondo….no body wastes a Doc. [u]Fixers[/u] And I don’t mean mechanics these guys are the guys you go to for information, connections, guns, drugs, sex…..they fix things so you get what you want and it can be cheap or cost you your soul. [u]Cybertech[/u] Need your metal repaired, modified or replaced then it’s these guys you look for, they build the metal of the street and some are better than the Fedies at design if you don’t mind a few quirks. They like the Docs are usually neutral parties in conflict and like Doc’s will fix the guys who just wiped out their solo squad if they want to go on breathing and in more peaceful environments greedy bastards who charge an arm and leg for an arm and leg. [hr] Now about the world and history in a nutshell We got factory cities on the moon and in orbit Due to our grannies and parents screwing up the planet we have waste lands surrounding Archaeologies which are Mega cities of as few as 9 million to a few at 45 mill. Sure you can live outside but it's a dirty dangerous life even in those places where life decided to hang on. In the wilderness of the world there are still things worth fighting for ...well at least they spend a lot of effort and lives to take or protect and these are called the brush wars. They aren’t fought between the Fedie Corps who replaced the governments of the world; no they need the army to keep the people under control, crack so skulls if they get loud or smack some corp that got caught ….making trouble for a more connected corp. It is in the Brush wars that the Solo’s and their type of street contractor make their cash hoping some day to have a window that looks over a street that isn’t covered in trash cast down on them from above...they say “Shit rolls downhill” and most people this story is about those that live at the bottom of that hill. I can fill you in on anymore or listen to your angle but on the latter reserve the right to turn away, alter, fold, spindle, or mutilate.