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[CENTER][h1][color=FCE67C][sup]Brize Kawara[/sup] | [sub]Cash[/sub][/color][/h1][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/q7lF8Zd.png[/img][/center]

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[color=FCE67C][sub][b][u]C H A R A C T E R   I N F O R M A T I O N[/u][/b][/sub][/color]

[indent][color=FCE67C][b]Name:[/b][/color]
Brize Kawara

[color=FCE67C][b]Nicknames/Aliases:[/b][/color]
Cash

[color=FCE67C][b]Birth City/District:[/b][/color]
Sakanoshita District

[color=FCE67C][b]Age:[/b][/color]
22

[color=FCE67C][b]Height:[/b][/color]
5'0"

[color=FCE67C][b]Racial Background:[/b][/color]
Japanese

[color=FCE67C][b]Race:[/b][/color]
Y.S.G. Awakened

[color=FCE67C][b]Hair Color:[/b][/color]
Ash

[color=FCE67C][b]Eye Color:[/b][/color]
Blue

[color=FCE67C][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
Brize's appearance could easily be described in one sentence: a woman larger than her height. Despite standing at a cool 5" with a lithe body, she has a massive amount of presence with every step she takes. Her hair is almost always accessorized with random things found in the bargain bin at a dollar store. Likewise, her clothes are always worn to the point of fraying. Despite dressing like she came out of a dumpster, Brize has an unnatural charisma to her. Every single action of hers exudes confidence. Even when she massively fucks something up, she looks cool doing it. Her eyes are piercing as though they'd spot anything hidden in a contract. 

[color=FCE67C][b]Mutation Marker(s):[/b][/color]
The most notable mutation of Brize are the two horns on the top of her head. Her second mutation isn't easy to see. However, it can easily be felt. Brize's skin radiates an extreme amount of heat. Brize's touch is extremely uncomfortable with the average person only able to last 10 seconds before they let go. Well, either that or 10 seconds before Brize yells at them for getting their sweat on her.

[color=FCE67C][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Brize is someone who has gone their own way for too long. She's someone who giveth no shits and taketh no fucks. Despite her intelligence and aptitude for design, she generally plays everything as it goes. Every single plan of hers is ramshackle and subject to change. It would be one thing to say that she goes with the flow, but with her confidence, it's more the flow slamming directly into a wall and bouncing around until it finds a path. Brize rarely gets happy, sad, or mad. Instead, her default emotions are smug, exasperated, and sarcastic. Even if everything is burning around her, she'll still put a cigar in her mouth and finish what she's doing.

[color=FCE67C][b]Aspirations:[/b][/color]
Fat stacks of cash.
Freedom to do anything she god damn wants.
[s]A place where all of the children like her could have a home[/s]

[color=FCE67C][b]Fears:[/b][/color]
[b]Poverty [/b]- Brize fears going back to the time she had nothing.
[b]Meeting her mother[/b] - Brize doesn't know what'll happen if she ever meets her mother again. She's deathly afraid of it, though.

[color=FCE67C][b]Vehicle:[/b][/color]
[b][url=https://www.artstation.com/artwork/baX2ag]Kawasaki ZX-HVR Lite Custom[/url][/b] - Originally designed during the infancy of consumer hover technology, the ZX-HVR Lite Custom is a relic of the past. While its original purpose low-cost street racer meant to be the bottom of their lineup, the bike quickly gained a fan base due to the forward thinking (read: inefficient unless modded) design of the bike. Its compatibility with most parts, its tuning capability, and the fact that it could run on even the dirtiest YoFuel turned the bike into the premier choice for people who wanted a project bike. While its initial run was fairly short as bike manufacturers quickly managed to improve on their hover technology, the bike managed to capture the hearts of bike enthusiasts everywhere for just how custom they could make their Lite Custom. Though, its more common to find the bike in piles of trash than on the streets these days.

The capabilities of the bike for its time weren't stellar. Its road capabilities are great, but its hovering technology is severely lacking. Its only capable of sustained hover for 30 minutes before the required safety measures force it back on the ground. 

Brize's vehicle has had every safety feature removed. Her hovering has been extended to an unknown amount of time. The only indicator that the bike is going to explode from heat is Brize's ass beginning to roast. The top ground speed of 250 KM/H has been... underestimated. While her speedometer doesn't work, she probably can run it at about 500 KM/H before the thing rattles apart. The bike has been well used. Not exactly well loved, judging by all of the dents and scratches. People who inspect the bike often say that it's a miracle the thing can run at all. Perhaps its the bike fearing its rider will destroy it if it gives out. Perhaps it's dumb luck.
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[color=FCE67C][sub][b][u]P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S  I N F O R M A T I O N[/u][/b][/sub][/color]

[indent][color=FCE67C][b]Strengths/Natural Abilities:[/b][/color]
[b]Visualization[/b] - Brize can accurately visualize massive designs in her head. This helps for navigation, her ability, and building random things.

[b]Digital Wizard[/b] - Brize can rapidly analyze data and traverse networks with extreme ease. While she isn't an urban legend-tier hacker, network administrators are always bewildered that they have an untraceable request for a bunch of junk data.

[b]Y.S.G Enhanced [/b]- Like every Y.S.G holder, Brize has enhanced everything. However, she doesn't exactly specialize in any single aspect.

[b]Fearless[/b] - Despite feeling every ounce of pain, Brize can't help but going all out at all times. She has zero chill.

[color=FCE67C][b]Weaknesses/Flaws:[/b][/color]
[b]Value-based[/b] - Brize assigns everyone a value based on how useful they are to her. The fact this is well known is enough to cause friction. She even tells people their current value if they ask.

[b]Crash-Tested[/b] - High speed chases aren't exactly Brize's strong suit. While she's not a bad driver, her lack of self-preservation ends up being more of a hindrance than benefit. As it turns out, she can't make that jump or fit that gap, but she's going to try anyways.

[b]Cash[/b] - Cash is the core of Brize's ideals. If someone offers her $50 to do something that risks life and limb, she'd probably do it. Of course, she doesn't take any bet she can't win. She has the foresight to choose the option she thinks gets the most money, at least.

[b]Glutton[/b] - Her properties as a space heater chews through her calories. Brize needs a lot of food to stay satiated. She also gets tired faster than other people.

[color=FCE67C][b]Y.S.G Ability(ies):[/b][/color]
[b]Base Ability: Printing[/b]
Brize has the ability to transmute objects. As long as she can visualize the object and has similar enough materials, she can create an unstable facsimile. This facsimile works exactly the same as the original object. However, there are definite limitations to this process. The larger and more complex, the more time she needs. Additionally, it becomes more and more unstable. Something like a bullet would last for a few hours before falling apart. A computer would break down as soon as she creates it. The stability also relates to the base materials. If she transmutes a hunk of iron to a fork, it would last for months or even years. If she transmutes iron dust to a fork, it would only last for a few hours.

[b]Awakened Ability: ???[/b]

[color=FCE67C][b]Soul Binder/Weapon(s):[/b][/color]
[b]Kongō[/b] - A 4ft jō seemingly made out of old Japanese cedar. Despite being a Soul Binder, it has no discernible qualities to its appearance except for looking like a nice rod of dark brown wood. Its main feat is its durability which Brize has tested on numerous occasions. To this day, nothing has even caused the rod to even slightly bend. Kongō also seems to disperse the force of what strikes it. Brize knows this because she tried to stop a truck by standing in front of it. She wasn't hurt, but she was pushed around for a solid 2 minutes before the driver noticed.

Its summon and desummon is heralded by an explosion of dust and smoke. While this only lasts 5 seconds before dispersing, it gives Brize a quick moment to scuttle out or scuttle in.

[b][url=https://www.artstation.com/artwork/KaJDmW]Bluntlow Arms Defender Mini[/url][/b] - A 9mm pistol designed for the concerned citizen, the Defender Mini is an 8 shot pistol that fits into any purse or pocket. While it feels like it's made from the shoddiest 3d printer and comes pre-dirtied and dented, it's cheap enough to find in garbage cans. Funnily enough, that's where Brize found it...

[color=FCE67C][b]Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories:[/b][/color]
[b]Origa Industries LayerMaxx -[/b] A neurolink deck unusable by the majority of the population. Using layered data and mental displays, the LayerMaxx creates a sandbox environment to access the net. However, for the vast majority of people, the information received is often a garbled and useless mess. However, Brize's mind seems perfectly suited for using it. If something bad to happen, the LayerMaxx will instantly shut down and leave Brize with mild discomfort and massive dizziness.

[b]Hammer-Jack -[/b] A "unique" cyberpick of Brize's design. It's a hammer with a microcomputer and terminals on it. Using her LayerMaxx, she can slam the claw-end into certain parts of machinery to allow her to directly hack something like a biometric door. Alternatively, she can use the hammer end to break off the door knob. Either works.

[color=FCE67C][sub][b][u]E X T R A[/u][/b][/sub][/color]

[color=FCE67C][b]Anything else?[/b][/color]
She smokes cigars solely because it has had a noticeable effect on negotiations. She doesn't like the things, but hey, a benefit's a benefit.
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6Kq3lL-1KQ]Theme Song[/url]

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[cell][color=FCE67C][sub][b][u]H i s t o r y[/u][/b][/sub][/color]

[hider=Incase it's long][indent]The Sakanoshita District is no place for a child. However, as is the nature of the world, countless children hide between the bars and brothels as they wait for their parents to come home. Brize was one of these children. Trapped in the walls of an apartment too small for even a child, Brize would wait for her mother to come home. Brize's mother wasn't nice. No, the district had long taken away her soul. Despite that, Brize waited every single day with nothing but her imagination.

She dreamed of her father to take Brize and her mother to a better place. She dreamed of the neon words and figures she could only see if she stood on her tip-toes. She dreamed of how the cars worked. She dreamed of the lives of the voices she heard through the walls.

That mythological figure appeared one day. He promised Brize's mother a better life for her child. Of course, her mother would be compensated. She did raise Brize all this time.

And so the figure took Brize to the dark room. Brize didn't like the dark room. She didn't like the room one bit! It was even smaller than her old home! Not only that, there was a cuff around her arm at all times. Even if she tried, she couldn't move. Brize hated it there. She was always hungry and tired. No matter what she thought of, she could never get her mind off the dark room. Brize wanted to leave, but nobody would let her. All she got was yelled at!

So Brize thought to take things into her own hands. She listened to the steps. They changed in pitch as the men walked outside. They went up, they went down. Brize's mind slowly made a map of the sounds. Soon, those sounds were given form. Cold damp concrete. Broken pipes. The rattle of other rooms. The echo of cries from deep within.

The young Brize knew she had to escape. She had nothing. The cuff around her arm had a small slot, but she had nothing to put inside. Despite this, she kept on trying. She tried every chance she got. Her nails cracked and ripped. Still, she didn't give up. Every moment, she tried to get it off. Her body warmed. Was this a fever? It lasted for days. She didn't feel any worse. She just needed anything to fit into the cuff. Anything. Anything. Anything.

A small spike made of dust. She had it. It was in her hand. How long was it in her hand? She didn't know. She dug around the cuff until it snapped open. She was out. She could reach the door. There was another lock. It didn't matter, she just did the same thing. The dust changed size and shape until the door finally opened.

She knew each step. She knew each hallway. So Brize walked out of the building. Not a soul saw her. She was free. She could dream about the neon again.

Of course, her story didn't end there. Brize was on her own. She scrounged in trash, sold what she could find, and worked any job that came her way. There was always work in Sakanoshita. She cleaned vents that only a child could fit into. She gave tissues advertising clubs with XXX signs. She bought and sold assets. She invested in herself. She took on jobs to deal with data networks and create programs. Soon, she had a sizeable amount. But that wasn't enough. No matter how much she earned, she always wanted more.

Throughout her years working and taking care of herself, she realized something important. There was always money in crime. Of course, there was even more money in toppling the current system. Eventually, she was noticed by Tsukiyama and her gang of merry men. They needed someone in-house to maintain their network, after all. It helped that her aptitude with money also led to her being a bookkeeper of sorts. Plus, she cleans the bar on the weekends. Their interests aligned and Brize joined her gang thinking of it of a long-term investment.[/indent][/hider][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]