Name: Amanda

Clan House: House Orlock.

Personal Demeanor: Amanda is a very critical and to the point woman. She values what she can get out of a situation over others, to this end she is known to be able to work with others, if only to fulfill and satisfy her own goals. Amanda shows signs of introversion, yet she can work with others to fulfill an objective. She is also known to be cruel and business like. Always focused on matters at hand, and putting up a feign façade of socializing otherwise. She is cold and calculative.

Description: A slightly tall female with dark black hair, white Caucasian skin, and dark green eyes. She is seen in decent amount of combative armor, at least for a markswoman and sniper. She wears Orlock blue and seems to have no issues with her eyesight, and no direct signs of bionics either.

Skills: Amanda is a sharpshooter and a deadeye. Meaning she prefers to fight at range. She is a decent sniper and able to aim at specific body parts in battle. She is also capable of running modestly fast, if not as fast as some Eschers. Amanda is a ranged combatant through and through.

History: Little is known about Amanda's past, at least outside the House. What is known that her father was perhaps a former guilder and her mother probably served House Orlock in the past as well. Their fates are unknown, but it is known that Amanda isn't shy about using weapons and perhaps she learned how to use them from her father. While she hasn't worked in the mines like other Orlocks, it is known that her father may have been a supplier for the Orlocks who fell in love with her mother after some lucrative business ventures.

Amanda perhaps has done some jobs with the Orlocks before she decided to go solo and work as a Hired Gun, mostly due to her own lack of trust in others and her introverted nature. Her greed and her serious nature also makes her not very easy to work with, but she is also quite okay with being a loner unless she is paid to work with others.

Due to her own personal issues with narcotics and stems, Amanda has a grudge against the Eschers. Amanda believes that the best fighter must also be the purest and she detests what Eschers have done to the Underhive with their drug trades. Ironically, Amanda isn't above speaking to Goliaths, so long as they keep their chems and stems to themselves. Amanda is business first, personal preferences second.

Equipment and Armament: Amanda usually uses an auto-gun, but is capable of wielding a lasgun as well. She can also use the humble stub pistol, but pretty much any long ranged weapon that a woman can use she can either use or learn to use.

Miscellaneous:
.One reason Amanda doesn't join the Eschers, is simply she hates drugs and stems. Only will she use them if her life depends on it, or if one of her fellow crew need it.

.Amanda however, is perfectly fine with weapons dealing and murder.

.Amanda has a soft, motherly aspect to her. But she doesn't try to think about that on the battlefield.

.Amanda, while a common name in real life. IS a Latin name, so it would be Gothic. It stems from the Latin name, Amandus.

.Amanda was made a deadeye for the Orlocks in Necromunda: Underhive Wars. In that game she has a bionic eye though.

.Amanda normally likes to fire directly down upon her foes, so she may try to climb up or use a grappling hook.

.She is okay with Cyber Mastiff's, but she doesn't often have one accompany her.

Name: Harvin Freimaurer

Clan House: House Van Saar

Personal Demeanour: Harvin, by default, is rather paranoid and self-concerned. This is perhaps to be expected; after all, he is not keen on dying, a more pressing prospect for him in particular than even most of the Van Saar clan due to his disconnection from many of their resources. Nonetheless, this self-interest translates to a natural preference for mercenary and bounty hunting work, a simple and rather hefty source of income and potential materials, ultimately items he can craft and trade with to maintain his equipment and body alike. Consequently, though he is not the biggest fan of other clan members or even his own, he is at least willing to work with them until they show signs of turning on him, at which stage he will either bolt, kill them, or both without hesitation. He has a particular distaste for House Escher's members, seeing them as untrustworthy and likely to see him as fodder out of their own foolish biases; yet even more so does he find himself hating Van Saar itself, or at least the members who remain loyal to its creed after they cut him loose.

Description: Harvin's base look is not overly disconnected from that of many in his House of origin - light and almost bloodless-looking skin, blond and grey-eyed, but too young to bear the well-groomed beard of older scions, and almost always seen in the full-body environment suit that defines his House's aesthetic. Noteworthy about him, however, is an oversized robotic appendage replacing his right arm, his body-suit apparently either cut back, retracted, or otherwise stripped away to accommodate the limb. The arm itself is of evident high quality, albeit not precisely striking design beyond being at least twice as girthy as any normal human arm; despite this, Harvin seems able to move it freely, without any particular restriction from its weight. Otherwise, any cybernetics he may have seem fairly restrained, if they are present at all; the only obvious modification is a MIU in the back of his skull.

Skills: Harvin is an excellent mid-short ranged combatant, courtesy of his innate training under House Van Saar and mercenary expertise with the format of various guns, and whilst not specifically primed for it is more than capable of handling himself in melee combat courtesy of his oversized artificial arm. Like many members of House Van Saar, he is also a grand expert in the field of cyberteknika, and in particular has the capability to maintain and repair his own equipment with the proper tools and materials; to a degree, though, this incorporates one of his most important skills, that of perceiving when to act and when not to. This one ability, a necessity when it comes to both diplomacy and survival, has kept him alive far longer than anything else in his arsenal.

History: Harvin was born to House Van Saar around 26 years ago. In his childhood, he was trained in the roles of gunmanship and cyberteknika alike, all whilst being exposed to the radiation of his House's hidden STC fragment and the similarly-irradiated creations it produced. By his late teens, he like his fellows was condemned to a bodysuit that monitored and maintained his health, such as it was; yet in that time, he had learned much about how to provide for the House and for himself, proving himself to be a viable Neotek for future affairs.
More pertinently, he had come to the conclusion that all the hard work in the world might not actually do much for him. Logicially, therefore, he ought to take credit for somebody else's hard work.
The opportunity came when part of his bodyglove malfunctioned, leaving his right arm to essentially rot on his living body as his cells ceased to divide; choosing that time to act, he more or less usurped the work of a fellow Neotek with the prospect of achieving Archeotek status, stealing their STC documents and modifying them to build and have installed an oversized limb, something that would replace and improve upon his biological arm manyfold.
Naturally, this wound up being noticed one way or another. He was tried for this fraudulent action, and whilst he successfully talked them down from an immediate execution, the alternative- exile- was not strictly far beyond that. Cut off from Van Saar's resources and with no means of replenishing his bodysuit's capabilities, the intent was that the radiation sickness in him would ultimately kill him. Not so: it transpired that robbing entire civilian establishments for their wealth was much easier with a large, intimidating weapon for an arm, and worked wonders for ensuring he acquired the necessary life support for long enough to be noticed by a Venator gang. Hiring on with them, he quickly earned more than sufficient wealth through bounties and the like to keep himself going, and plenty of experience with both upkeep of his arm and modifications to his equipment to assure their longevity and function - and, in the end, a contract with the mysterious "Mortis" at The Inside Joke.

Equipment and Armament:

• Van Saar Armoured Bodyglove - A high-quality environmental suit that encloses most of Harvin's biological body, providing physical protection, life sign monitoring and support system technology, as well as environmental protection methods that allow him to move through most extreme conditions without too many issues, especially highly-irradiated areas. On that note, it is also a necessity for his continued livelihood, as it monitors and helps suppress the effects of terminal radiation poisoning common to just about every Van Saar member, both passively through tox filters and actively via injections of rad-filtering agents and gene reconstruction.
• Cyberteknika Arm - An overlarge mechanical limb replacing Harvin's right arm, this item is of a design Harvin essentially stole for himself in a bout of need and greed, paying dearly for the effort. Its construction incorporates a number of anti-grav suspensors that eliminate excess weight, allowing him to move it as readily as a biological arm without being overbalanced by it - though despite this, it is still made of solid metal, and can handily pulp a ganger's face and skull with a few clean hits. In fact, the extra weight reduction is quite useful for Harvin: aside from letting it incorporate just a few extra rad-filtration systems and radiation shields, it also lets additional ranged weapons be stored within its structure.
• Mind-Impulse Unit - A small device implanted into the skull that allows Harvin to connect with a great many machines, generally the infrastructure of Necromunda's hive cities. More practically, it also gives him direct, speed-of-thought control over his augmetic limb, including the weapons installed into it.
• Twin-Linked Nihilis-Pattern Lasgun - A minor example of House Van Saar's innate expertise with technology, this weapon is nominally a highly-intricate piece of art, with semi- and fully-automatic firing options and substantially higher combat efficacy than the Necromunda-pattern lasgun - something House Van Saar would sell to nobility, perhaps. In Harvin's case, he has stripped back much of the casing of two such guns and incorporated them into his robotic arm, linking them together to fire simultaneously to ensure a hit is more likely via the crude expedience of firing more shots at a time. They are still just as dangerous as they ever were, but emerge from his forearm rather than requiring him to hold them. Furthermore, whilst they still output dangerous levels of radiation during use, the additional rad-shielding in his arm renders them at least somewhat safer for him to utilise long-term.
• Necromunda-Pattern Meltagun - Another example of high-quality weaponry, from in fact the only source of such on the hive world, again stripped down to necessary components and installed into Harvin's arm. In this case, the beam outlet is placed on the underside of the arm's wrist: locking his hand into a raised position allows the melta weapon to fire its payload of super-compressed, super-heated gases in a heat ray that can melt bulkheads with contemptuous ease, let alone people. The primary issue with the weapon is its short range; however, its design is such that it will automatically begin taking in a great deal of air from its surroundings after firing, both to cool the arm and replace what fuel has been expended to avoid unnecessary reloading, a process that can be quite loud.
• Hystrar-Pattern Energy Shield - A form of conversion field, whose effects are focused into a specific directed barrier rather than an all-round wall. Naturally, this has the downside of only guarding from a specific direction, but comes with the benefits of greater defense against attacks it can guard against and the versatility to move it around. Usually, Harvin wields this in his biological hand, as his cyberteknika arm is very much occupied with shooting.

Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.

Name: Kinesium. Surname not needed.

Clan House: Delaque

Personal Demeanour: Quiet. Observant. Professional. Kinseium does not like extra attention. Although usually a solo-operator, working with a group suits him- others to take the blame, and the bullets. The best snipers view their marks not as people, but as figures- unthinking, human-shaped blobs of meat that need dispatching, and Kinseium takes this attitude with him everywhere. Allies are useful, yes, but not to get obsessive over, and ideals like 'hatred' or 'vengeance' only distract you from the kill.

The people who have 'feelings' in the Hive are the type of meatheaded Goliaths that'd beat their boss to death with an archeotech trophy.

Description: Kinesium does not particularly stand out among the members of House Delaque. He is perhaps a little more hirsuit than the average Delaque ganger, managing to grow a wiry, scraggly rattailed mohawk. He's exceedingly pale, and, rather than a standard pair of human eyes instead has two unblinking mettalic replacements. His clothing is the unofficial House Delaque uniform- a long, heavy duty black coat that covers him shoulder-to-toes, complimented by a set of well-worn leather boots and a thin pair of gloves. In case Kinseium does get caught in the line of fire, his jacket is reinforced with flak armour: enough to turn a stubber or catch the worst of a frag.

Skills: Kinesium is a peculiar blend of close-quarter specialist and long range 'problem remover.' Anything without an inch of steel in front of their face is in danger of a closed casket funeral, as Kinesium is perfectly capable of laying down accurate and precise fire at long range and in the exceedingly gloomy conditions of the underhive. Those thinking such a marksman must be incapable at close ranges are in for a surprise though, because Kinesium is anything but. With a blade or a blunt, Kinesium can hold his own, turning his opponnet's strength against them, and it doesn't take much of a cut to let their poisoned blade set to work...

History: Kinesium's life was... Boring. As boring as one's early life in the underhive can be, anyway. Living in the gloomy territory that marks out Delaque land from that of the rest of the underhive, Kinesium practiced his letters, numbers, and stub pistol cleaning drills like any good underhive boy or girl. Delaque prises their gangers being at least vaguely educated- after all, a spy that can't read or write is a pretty bad spy, and his early effectiveness on the shooting range meant that extra maths were foisted on him. A good sniper weaponises mathematics, and Kinesium is nothing but a good sniper.

Their early jobs were small-scale tussles with other lowlife gangs. He never stayed among one group for long, always plying his long-las alongside a different set of Delaque and against a different set of foes. He's shot at almost everything, down in the hive- corpse grinders, goliaths, eschers, enforcers, civillians, and he quickly gained a reputation among his fellow gangers as the sort of individual you wanted when precision was important.

As more and more people clamoured for his attention, it only made sense for Kinesium to start selling his expertise. Gradually, as the tales of a high-calibre Delque sniper seeped out and into the wider hive, a target was painted on Kinseium's back, and one he was only too happy to accept. Anyone's welcome to try and take him on in a sniper duel, but 'Shh's' acquisition warns other marksmen what can happen when they underestimate Kinesium.

Equipment and Armament:

Shh: An interesting piece of kit, 'Shh,' as it's named by the engraving on the barrel, is a heavy duty, silenced sniper rifle with some exotic features from its time in an underhive foundry. The barrel sits flush against a powerful spring- not only does this minimise recoil when firing from an unsupported position, but, when the barrel is pressed all the way down against the spring, shortens the entire device down massively. To aid in concealment, the stock also telescopically unfolds out, and the sights, rather than being inconvenient glass, are instead a form of holo-targeting requiring no bulky scope, no need to zero the gun and providing clear targeting in low-light situations. In short, 'Shh' is exactly what most Delaque would look for in a rifle: concealable, powerful, near-silent.

Muffled Handshake: A peculiar piece of equipment, the Muffled Handshake is relatively slender despite its boxy design, and has a prominent surpressor attached to the end of it. Don't let the lack of stock or the box magazine fool you however- despite its appearance, the Muffled Handshake is not a pistol, but is in fact a 'pocket shotgun,' with enough lead in one box to stop even the dumbest of Goliaths.

Catachan's Envy: Such a name would, of course, get Kinesium murdered by any Catachan in earshot, but such individuals are in short supply in Necromunda. Deliberately made to resemble the infamous 'Night Reaper' combat knife that the legendary troopers use, the Envy is eight inches of darkened steel, coated in an unpleasant and toxic concoction that would make Kinesium's eyes water if they hadn't been replaced years ago.

Throwing Knives: A Delaque classic. Never leave home without at least five. Darkened steel, razor-sharp. Just the ticket for non-ballistic takedowns.

Miscellaneous:

Name: Valentino Vacas

Clan House: Orlock

Personal Demeanour: Valentino embodies the brashness of Orlock Drudges, having grown up on the promise of the gang house, that with enough guts, violence, and good fortune anyone can make it big in House Orlock. Unlike many of the House Gangs, Orlocks pride themselves on loyalty to gang and family above even House and Valentino is no different, still wearing the markings of his Drudge gang with pride. Having grown up in the Ashwaste mining settlement of New Helmawr, he maintains the air of an outlander, moving with a casual calm and confidence which the generational inhabitants of the Hive Cities have long lost as a means of survival. Some might call him charming, others arrogant, most likely both, but burning within Valentino at all times is that drive that first pushed him up and our of the radioactive dirt of his hometown.

Description: Well built, but in the earned, hardy way of an industrial worker and fighter as opposed to the swollen chemical form of House Goliath, Valentino's skin is tanned olive from the harsh unfiltered sun of the ash wastes South of Hive Primus, as opposed to the eternal cold of their Northern counterparts. Much of Valentino's skin is covered in the intricate designs of gang and house allegiance. As with many of his house, the digits of both of his hands have been replaced with cybernetic implants. Unlike many, however, Valentino's are surprisingly dextrous and well kept, the cold iron coated with gold sealant, to only add to his eccentric appearance. In a surprisingly functional final element, Valentino keeps his hair short, the sides shaven down and the rest styled but short. A dark Orlock great coat is the only aspect of his clothing that someone who knew House Orlock only from the wider reputation and description would associate with the House, his clothing beneath red and black in colouration.

Skills: As with many drudges of House Orlock, Valentino is an accomplished brawler, both in the sense of bouts of hand to hand brawls and close-confines gunfights. As with any self-respecting Orlock ganger, he has more than a little skill in both metalworking and alcohol distilling, both skills which have made him more popular than he might otherwise have been with his fellow bounty hunters. Another skill developed from his background out on the Ashwastes is a skill for operating surface vehicles, from the sleek but rumbling radbikes to far larger vehicles key to the mining industry, he has a well-practiced knack for it that few hivers ever need to develop. The final set of skills the ganger can lay claim to, other than passing hobbies in poetry and art of various forms, is that of a practiced mechanic, having grown up far from anywhere that could lay claim to anything as official as a techpriest.

History: A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until they were made aware of the contract. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least, please.

Equipment and Armament: His favoured weaponry being heirlooms passed down through his dredge gang, a duelist chainsword and drum-bolt pistol, each engraved with the names of those who have wielded them. While his attire may appear ostentatious, other than his great cloak, much of the embellishments are the typical work of House Orlock with a coat of shining paint and fabric atop, armour hiding in plain sight. Alongside these, the trade tools of a bounty hunter, Valentino keeps a well stocked toolkit, which is mostly used for the maintenance of his personal radbike.

Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.

Name: Naysari Safik

Clan House: House Escher

Personal Demeanour: Bloodthirsty, desperate, and paranoid. These are the three best words to describe Naysari Safo. Having left the relative safety of House Escher, Naysari is a woman who sleeps with one eye open, who will seize at any opportunity to elevate herself, and who revels in every drop of blood shed by her hand. Born within the underhive and having never glimpsed natural light, she moves and speaks with the same degraded version of low gothic common amongst the dregs of the underhive. Most would call her abrasive or crass, and most would be correct, but like all of humanity there is more to the hollow eyed desperate former Escher than is first apparent.

Description: Short, like most within the Underhive, and built strong and lean, Naysari is entirely unremarkable. She is of an olive complexion with dark brown, almond shaped eyes. Her scarred skin is bedecked with intricate tattoo work, most of them iconography and designs of House Escher. Her right arm and left eye have been replaced with cybernetics of a suspiciously high quality, almost certainly hailing from well beyond the decayed abyss of the underhive - and this is reinforced by curious patches of bare metal where insignia previously present has been haphazardly ground off. Her hair is bleached almost pure white, though black roots at its base show her natural hair color - it is shaved on one side, the other side long and surprisingly well maintained. As one would expect from a low level ganger of House Escher, her attire is of poor quality and appears to have seen many owners before her. Atop this, however, is an elegant and unexpectedly intact long coat that fits her rather poorly. Its sleeves have been since cut away, though by choice or due to damage is impossible to say. Despite its awkward nature, she refuses to part with the coat.

Skills: Naysari has few skills, but those she does have are honed and well practiced. Moreso than anything, she is a consummate killer, reveling in the bloodbath of battle, delighting in the taking of life. A whirling, dashing, slashing, and shooting murderer, she is a potent close quarters combatant with the equipment in question. In her time since her self exile from House Escher, she has developed her natural talent for persuasion and sweet talk, and will use whatever assets are at her disposal to sway someone to her side. Additionally, a lifetime within the underhive has given her a keen eye, a hair trigger reaction time, and a knack for finding her way into places she is not wanted. She is skilled in maintenance of her weapons, though not to any notable degree.

History: WIP

Equipment and Armament: Equipped with a curious mixture of weaponry, Naysari is the proud owner of not only a well used and meticulously maintained pair of long, razor sharp knives - but a bolt pistol of remarkably good quality, and seemingly similar in its appearance to the cybernetics that now form a part of her body. She favors a high risk, high reward style of combat. Previously a sole user of the two knives constantly strapped to her thighs, she now favors using the bolt pistol in her cybernetic right hand, and a knife in the other.

Miscellaneous: Secretly very fond of small cute things.