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[color=dadada][sub][color=715f54]J  E  Z    J  A  S  K  O  L  S  K  I[/color]
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[color=bababa][sub]A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]A detailed description of your character. How they look, what they normally dress in, and how they usually present themselves. Do they walk tall and wear nice suits? Or do they slouch and look like they have been sleeping in trash for the last week? You get the general idea. Along with this, you can optionally put a picture up at the top to help supplement this description.[/color][/indent]

[color=bababa][sub]B A C K G R O U N D[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Doctor Mikolaj Jaskolski was exactly that — a doctor. He hardly defined the word scientist, there were more well-known and better-suited personalities for that, but 'scientist' very much defined him. Mikolaj Jaskolski was also a father. Most days, being a scientist came more naturally to him.

However, Dr. Jaskolski was not one to run from his mistakes. It had been his mistake to fulfil that effervescent woman's desire one rainy night on a business trip to Tokyo, and the child that had showed up on his doorstep 10 months later was a personification of that mistake. 'Miyazaki' was written all over the small child as Mikolaj had held him in his arms — a name that had not been uttered since it had been whispered in soft moans all those months ago. Thus, a new name was bestowed upon the boy. He became Tomas Jaskolski, and he would be a worthy successor to the Jaskolski name; Mikolaj would make sure of it.

Growing up, Tomas became all too aware of the reality of his country all too soon. He was barely even six when memories of his father sat at a monitor, head in his hands as he was dismayed by the words he saw, were embedded into his memory. A Polish scientist was a controversial topic among most within the scientific community, especially when said scientist was making strides in the field of cybernetics. Poland was anything but destroyed, areas that could remotely be considered 'urban' facing heavy scrutiny from other nations and being neglected by their own government. Police had gone from using excessive force to none at all, barely having an active presence in anywhere that didn't house the rich 1%, leaving the rest of the country to fight for scraps like animals — and fight they did.

The Jaskolski household was lucky that Mikolaj pulled in enough wage from work to live in the more 'well-off' areas of Polska. The streets were kept clean enough by the corrupt police that had forgotten about the other 99% of their police state, at least in comparison to the other 99% in question. Jaskolskis were known to be civilised, even before the degradation of Poland. The family line dated back centuries, with a one Luisz Jaskolski being one of the many geniuses behind the scenes of the cybernetic revolution those many decades ago, working under Simard Industries. Even if he was just one man, one Polish immigrant working under a Canadian company, Liusz's accomplishments were held as dear to Mikolaj as his own. Therefore, it was no surprise that the critique of his origin tore the man apart.

There was not much else to pass the time inbetween the nights of Tomas' father looking disheartened at his monitor. The boy stayed inside for more than he could remember; the other boys played too rough and didn't like the things that he liked. They all had dreams of being in the military or the government. Tomas didn't like either. He didn't quite know what he liked at the time, other than his father. His life was far too fresh for those sorts of decisions. Over time, however, he began to develop his tastes. Music became a catalyst of endless entertainment for him; the nights not spent being educated by Mikolaj became dedicated to rummaging through the collection in the older man's study. There were albums from 30 - 40 years ago, oozing synth and nostalgia from every pore, with dark vocals and an overall sensation that could simply be described as 'epic'. He and his father would sometimes listen together, so that they might enjoy the brief moments they had outside of education.

Tomas discovered some more hidden gems as months went by. There were compilations from a mere decade ago that captured the definition of contemplation within sounds of piano, rain and stringed instruments. Some days they made him feel at peace, other days they brought out a foreboding sense within him. He was too young for much in the way of philosophical thinking, but he wasn't blind to the deterioration of anywhere that wasn't a major country. Mikolaj had made sure of that, for better or for worse.

The professor-turned-father in question found it odd, if not a little fascinating, that his son grew such an obsession with music, though he made no objection to it. If it kept his son occupied, then he was happy — his work had started to demand more of his time, which meant less time available for him to actually be a father. Sometimes Tomas proved to be less of a blessing and more of a curse, especially when he thought it would be 'helpful' to vandalise the research notes on Mikolaj's various projects. Other times, it was the child's insistence on clinging to his father at all times that got on the older man's nerve. Despite all that Tomas did, however, Mikolaj was not going to give up his son just because parenthood was a frustrating ordeal. He'd already signed the parent contract when he agreed to help a harlot cheat on her partner, so there was no going back. No matter what lingering doubt stirred in his mind, Professor Jaskolski always came to the conclusion in the end — he would raise this child, growing pains and all.

His work had other plans.

The following year, Tomas had seen more of the world than he'd ever seen before, and drastically less of his home. Business trips were becoming all too common for him and his father.

[i]still WIP my bois[/i][/color][/indent]

[color=bababa][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]For stuff that doesn't fit in the background field, such as hobbies, aspirations, quirks, interests, and so on. This is important, because it helps give me a feel for your character and give them a few more personal touches. Personalties though in general kind of shape and warp over time as you as writers find the voice of your character so don't pull too much hair out over this section.[/color][/indent]

[color=bababa][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Generally why your character was hired by Loingsech. What are they good at? What do they specialize in? Specific jobs, skills, experience and stuff like that. Think of it almost like making a tiny cover letter for your character.[/color][/indent]

[color=bababa][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Weapons, armour, and other important bits. They say you can tell a lot about a lady by what she has in her purse. This goes by the same principle. Don't feel like you only have to add the important fancy stuff, feel free to add things important to the character as well. Picture of somebody, lucky fuzzy dice, and things like that.[/color][/indent]

[color=bababa][sub]A U G M E N T A T I O N S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]The fun part. What cool robot parts do they as characters, if any at all. Feel free to describe them in detail with appearance, their use, and general fluff. See the example below for what I'm looking for. Also to keep things simple and clean, I'm going to limit everybody at least at the start to at a max five augmentations.
[hider=example]Leviathan Dermal Exolayer: A supple, micro-thin material implanted beneath the epidermis in key areas of the body, as well as over the surface of pre-existing cybernetic limbs. The structure of the plating is a phased composite; the base is a microfiber weave made from carbon nanotubes suspended in a thickening fluid. When kinetic energy from a physical blow or a weapon discharge strikes the plating, the fluid becomes rigid, deflecting the impact shock. Heat and electromagnetically-conductive elements in the armor matrix serve to dissipate damage from fire-related or energized trauma. Basically acts as a more advanced version of body armor.[/hider][/color][/indent][center][sub][color=2E2C2C]I live in a constant state of fear and misery[/color][/sub][hr][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ha-AOrud13k][color=715f54]e u p h o r i a [i][b]![/b][/i][/color][/url][hr][sup][color=2E2C2C]and I don't even notice when it hurts anymore[/color][/sup][/center][/hider]