[hider=Abby Garcia Etienne][CENTER][sup][h1][b][INDENT][color=black] A B B Y[/color]
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[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0a/33/90/0a33907701fd8652cae312221d4d8066.jpg[/img][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   S U M M A R Y[/color]
[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[CENTER][sub][COLOR=gray]Abby Garcia Etienne[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=gray]33 [/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]♀[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]Asexual[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=gray]Single [/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]Quickhacker/Getaway Driver[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]Unaffiliated (Previously Voodoo Boys)[/COLOR][/sub][/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P H Y S I C A L   P R O F I L E[/color]
[color=F8EF00]P H Y S I C A L   P R O F I L E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[INDENT][hider=][indent][sub][b][color=B3AC0E]▼   P H Y S I C A L  T R A I T S[/color][/b][/SUB]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Build[/b][/color] - Lanky
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Ethnicity[/b][/color] - Haitian
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Hair Colour[/b][/color] - Black
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Eye Colour[/b][/color] - N/A
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Other[/b][/color] - Cosmetic wire scalp implants, Chrome teeth plating, Aluminium alloy lacquered false nails (3.5cm length), gauge piercings (4cm diameter)[/color][/SUP]
[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S[/color]
[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[sub][color=B3AC0E][b]▼   C H A R A C T E R   I T E M S[/b][/color][/sub]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=1ce07c]► [b]Talma 36 Heatblade[/b][/color] - Cuts through carbon alloys, plastic, thin metal, flesh and bone with ease. A quick and easy way to detach limbs. Needs charging regularly and a couple seconds to heat up.
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	[COLOR=gray][color=1ce07c]► [b]Metacarpal Interfacing Unit[/b][/color] - A cybernetic commonly used for quickhacks. Manipulate data and UIs in real time.
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	[COLOR=gray][color=f38e30]► [b]Pifner Mk.4[/b][/color] - Sacrifice your face to connect with the digital world. An array of sensors that show thermal imaging, Night City Data Pool, live video and audio footage, recorded video and audio, and various radio frequencies. Capable of zooming in and out, as well as image search on the NET. Prone to malfunctions that can cause temporary blindness, deafness, plunge Abby into a recorded memory, seizures, audio feedback loops, static, headaches, nosebleeds and more.[/color]

	[COLOR=gray][color=932ae3]► [b]'Scrambler' Shield[/b][/color] - ICE implanted on the nape of her neck to safeguard her cybernetics from external hacking. It's efficient, but not impervious. A dedicated netrunner can counterattack whilst she's quickhacking or lurking in the Data Pool.[/color]

	[COLOR=gray][color=1ce07c]► [b]Militech M251s Ajax[/b][/color] - An assault rifle. Shoots bullets.[/color]
	
[SUB][color=B3AC0E][b]▼   K N O W N   A S S O C I A T E S[/b][/color][/sub]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Eddie[/b][/color] - Abby's been working tangentially with the fixer for multiple years. She's been a reliable albeit boisterous Merc to bring along to missions but there's no denying she's good at what she does. The netrunner vanished for a few months and came back as a quickhacker; she was very quick to show off her skills as a competent driver now she wasn't just a hologram in the Data Pool, showing she'd gotten rid of one asset and replaced it with another. From Eddie's perspective, Abby has mellowed out and become more professional when she started uninstalling her cybernetics. Abby's always happy to answer Eddie's calls but she's very secretive about her personal life. Eddie's on a very short list of people who've seen Abby's face whilst she's on the job, and could recognise her easily in her downtime because of this.
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Victor Straid[/b][/color] - Abby's Ripperdoc. He's a self proclaimed spiritual interface expert who sold her on the idea of Transcendence to begin with. Enigmatic, performative and charismatic, he's not afraid to wring every last eddie out of his clients with his pseudoscientific bullshit. As his most regular customer, he started to grow attached to the young Abby and now feels remorseful enough to orchestrate her uninstallment process personally; but not remorseful enough to give her a discount. He's a good contact for narcotics, especially hallucinogens. He's got a pot belly, long hair, a denim jacket and a handlebar moustache that reeks of old rockstar hippies from the 70s.[/color]

	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Yahya 'John' Valentine al-Hakim[/b][/color] - An old Merc contact. He looks at Abby and sees everything that’s wrong with the world. A series of difficult jobs taken together sparked a friendship founded on mutual concern for the other that eventually turned him into a flatmate and rehabilitation officer all at once. Nicknamed 'Cupid' for his middle name and propensity to stick Abby with needles, the ex-Trauma Trooper found some semblance of purpose when he started helping the cyberaddict recover. They live together and prevent each other from dying. Sometimes, one of them orders takeout.[/color]

[SUB][color=B3AC0E][b]▼   S K I L L S[/b][/color][/sub]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Cybernetics [/b][/color] - Abby's augmentations are a haphazard mess, but they're a [I]functioning[/I] haphazard mess. They heighten her speed, strength, durability and reaction times. They allow her to perceive objects not normally perceived, listen in to radio frequencies as well as other benefits (see items), but they're also prone to breaking or malfunctioning if damaged. The side effects are hard to predict because of the way all these scavenged machines interact with one another but most commonly Abby is hit with an unnatural fatigue as more and more of her systems are forced offline. Otherwise it depends on the system and range of damage; she could lose functionality of a limb, lose her senses, or start seeing and hearing things that don't correlate with reality. This keeps her away from the frontlines most of the time, but she’s tenacious enough to work through her malfunctions to get the job done without complaint.
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Hacking [/b][/color] - Once an established netrunner, Abby was known for her sudden, fast and relentless assault on digital defences. Her style hasn't changed too much when it comes to quickhacking, trying to turn their environment against them by messing with the lights, sprinklers, elevators and anything else she can get her hands on to disorient her enemies - before gunning them down with her rifle. She can also use her Pifner Mk 4 to quickhack into security footage of a building, and if the netrunners backing her up are legitimate, she'll share any data she receives with them.
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Driving [/b][/color] - The first and best thing she was used for back in the Voodoo Boys. One of the unexpected benefits of being mostly machine is a precision and perception that exceeds human limitations - and excels beautifully when put behind a steering wheel. Abby can process an escape route, apply optimal pressure to the accelerator and make sudden turns or redirections at the flick of a switch. It isn't the most comfortable ride, but it's definitely an efficient and effective one if you're trying to get away fast. [/color]

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[COLOR=gray][indent]Abby is a known cybernetics 'enthusiast'. During the start of her career she was a formidable netrunner, capable of cracking open encryptions and heavily defended targets through very taxing deep dives. Someone must have gotten through to her somehow as she stopped working for a couple months and began the laborious process of disentangling her flesh from the myriad of machinery that infests it. She's now a very reliable quickhacker suited primarily for brute forcing her way through rudimentary defences, weakening the more sophisticated technology enough for netrunners to shred it to pieces whilst using her Heatblade and her rifle to fend off the real-world threats. Her unique advantage of being able to flit her senses from the physical to the digital world in real time, as well as providing a wealth of data to the netrunners she works alongside with, makes her an excellent support fighter on the field. Keeping her away from the brunt of the battle’s usually in everyone’s best interests as more often than not, she’s the one who ends up behind the steering wheel of their getaway vehicle irregardless of any damages sustained in the fight.

Her personal life is much more varied than what she lets on when she’s out and about with her ‘mutual associates’. Daughter of the Voodoo Boys, she was a child of the thousands upon thousands of displaced Haitian refugees that found a home in the Pacifica District. Her mother’s a netrunner, lost behind the blackwall - and her father did braindances for hours on hours on end to keep a hold of her just a little longer. She was closely affiliated with the spiritual as she turned towards the church. She drew the symbols, she knew the words - back then, she had something she believed in. She believed in the technological future. She made her friends on the NET and met them in the real world. They ran around in the streets enough to get noticed by their pwotektè, and the Etienne family were still living off charity from her mother’s sacrifice. They started giving Abby jobs, favours - bring this to Fabienne. Leave that chip behind the grating near Samuel’s stall in the fishmarket. What she didn’t know at the time was that this was the gang’s way of getting her name and face out to those who needed to see it - and put her in their good graces. Abby didn’t really have anyone looking out for her at the time, and mama Etienne had been a very valuable asset to their runners.

During her adolescence, the Voodoo Boys tried to push her into becoming a Netrunner. They gave her time with her dad. When the ranyons were done with it, she’d get the cybernetics from their corpses all washed out and factory rebooted. Back then she still looked like Abby with a few upgrades and kept her old connections. She went to church every other day now - they had an ice bath in the crypt reserved for her after they’d painted the wards on her forehead. She categorically shied away from the Blackwall but found little to no qualms harassing NetWatch for some extra eddies. It was around this time she started to notice her old childhood friends disappearing, and attending their funerals was a bittersweet experience. Her faith was resolute; they were gone, but their spirits lived on somewhere else. There had to be an echo of their data out there somewhere. Out in the real world, she’d taken to joyriding hijacked and hacked vehicles which got her many slaps on the wrist from her superiors until they started channelling her need for speed into courier jobs and a getaway driver. Not that she minded; there's something exhilarating in the driver's seat. In a world where digitalisation was taking over most of life's pleasures and obligations, feeling an engine roar under the accelerator was a means of taking control of her life.

As the Fourth Corpowar continued to escalate, they put a gun in Abby’s hands and taught her how to shoot. She spoke often with her pastor, where she tried (and failed) to find a fatherly influence. She still needed the eddies to pay for the ice and the bills so she did what she was told. Her first kill was ritualistic, performed in the basement of the chapel, surrounded by friends and extended family to comfort her through the bloodshed. After that she was butting heads with the Animals to get used to the weight and feel of putting a bullet through meat - but she wasn’t adapting fast enough. Fabienne and Samuel were gone. There were power cuts meant to disrupt and weaken Pacifica. In Rezo Agwe, the signals were clicking out of existence one by one. Abby watched her security network - both literal and figurative - get torn to pieces. The people she looked up to, idolised, made memories with were getting forced offline. Their corpses were still floating in the baths. Abby witnessed all of it and she started to grow very, very scared of dying.

When she came home to find her dad unresponsive, something in the back of her mind broke.

Abby fled Pacifica with everything she could carry in the back of a Quadra Sport and ran into a gang of Scavs the moment she stepped outside of the network who rammed into her beloved, stolen vehicle. After scrambling the nastiest one of the group, Abby used her Voodoo Boys affiliations to frighten the rest - most of them younger than her with rusty buzzsaws and shitty equipment - into showing her their base. As it turned out, harvesting cybernetics and organs wasn’t too dissimilar to the sort of rituals she did at church. Her spiritual flair for it kept the other boys in line and she justified the kidnappings she did as a necessary evil. Once she had enough cybernetics, she thought she could split off from here and find her way back into the Netrunning business. She wasn’t entirely wrong - but she underestimated the mental and physical toll that dead men’s augmentations would have on her body.

The upgrades changed her. Her distant memories were getting deleted and reuploaded and corrupted. Abby found herself forgetting names and faces of people she once held dear, and the deaths of those ‘echoes’ that she’d believed in scared her even more than seeing their corpses. Upgrading was becoming both the coping mechanism and the survival instinct. She was running out of skin and bone to replace and her body was changing in ways she hadn’t expected. Eventually, Abby disentangled herself from the Scav business - but she didn’t look anything like the kid who stumbled out of Pacifica and she was too scared to return. She was gutter trash in the aftermath of the war…but once again, she flashed her Voodoo Boys street cred and got herself back into a cooling suit. The Net opened up before her like an old familiar friend, and Abby was angry at it.

This is where Abby’s first appearances in the Merc life started to become known. Her violent attacks were unpredictable, overwhelming, sharp and ruthless. Based on long-forgotten Voodoo Boys tactics that got jumbled and overwritten by all the corrupted data floating around in her augmentations, corporate ICE was torn to shreds and filled with viruses that spread all throughout the subnets. She was not a subtle netrunner, she was not a very forgiving one either. But her loyalty could be bought and her senseless rage pointed towards a target. Her paranoia had her take on a bunch of cosmetic augmentations as well during this point, constantly changing and re-changing her face. NetWatch had very quickly put her on their list and started hunting her down in the real world. Like a cornered animal, Abby got desperate and afraid. She turned back to spirituality - but found it in the worst possible place.

Victor Straid’s Parlour. The Ripperdoc was known for being something of a soothsayer and worked well with incompatible cybernetics. When Abby showed up at his door, he was the first to give her a taste of clarity and followed it up with a shot of faith to still her rapidly-beating heart. He sold her on the idea of Transcendence, a way to literally avoid death - uploading one’s entire self within the Net, now known as the Data Pool, to live forever in the very coding of the programme itself. The rumours of Soulkiller had reached his ears, and the charlatan twisted it into a religion and suckered people like Abby into believing it. She became his regular customer and most attentive believer. He was able to rewire her body to make it more efficient whilst convincing her to take on more expensive, more outlandish and more experimental tech in order to prepare the mortal shell for Transcendence. He got rich off her blind faith.

Simultaneously, Abby ended up doing her first few jobs with Yahya 'John' Valentine al-Hakim. It was one of those circumstances that were born out of complete chance; two people that had no reason to care for each other finding themselves growing to like each other through the shared, heart-stopping experience of being on the receiving end of a semi-automatic. Abby didn’t have many people to talk to and enjoyed explaining her rationale to the surgeon, believing herself to be on the flip side of a shared coin; he knew all about the flesh and blood, and she was ensconced in the synthetic and artificial. Both had their reasons to believe one was better than the other. Even though at this point Abby was detaching herself from that pesky human experience and setting herself up for Transcendence, she quite liked having a friend who listened to her. He dragged up those crackling, mostly-gone memories of childhood. And because he listened to her, she listened to him - and kept listening as he patiently, persistently poked holes in her ideals. Valentine managed to scramble Abby with nothing more than his words. It took a few months and some violent outbursts on her end, but he reached out to the human in her and stripped back the cybernetic influence. She wouldn’t tell him why she went on this path and he wouldn’t tell her much of his own life either, but he targeted her insecurities over death and all the very real risks of cyberpsychosis she was toying with. After he got the name of her Ripperdoc, he paid Straid a visit. Abby’s agreement to uninstall was one made out of fear - fear of losing her friends, her sanity and her life in the mess of cybernetics she found herself caught up in. The less she had on her, the less of a target she’d be to NetWatch.

Unbeknownst to Abby, Victor also had a bleeding heart somewhere in him. Guilt festered in the back of his mind, because the girl had taken so freely to his ideals and kept him company. She treated him better than any of his clients and truly cared for him. When Valentine came knocking an agreement was hashed out away from the Netrunner. They’d try to bring her back - Victor could take out the tech, and Valentine can handle the skin, bone and muscle grafts. It’s a slow, expensive and difficult process. Abby took some time out of the Merc job to get her first few uninstallments done and renounced herself from netrunning entirely. She shifted down to the less taxing quickhacking, and began a sort of therapeutic recovery alongside Valentine where deliberate lifestyle changes were made to lessen her dependence on the Data Pool. She picked up art as a hobby. She went outside more. She watched the races in person, when she could afford it. It wasn’t easy - withdrawal and malfunctions left her acting irrationally. At one point, she showed up at Valentine’s doorstep with a suitcase and nowhere to go. She didn’t know that he needed her as much as she needed him at the time, but started to pick up on it when they went into a new apartment together. Nowadays, hiring one usually meant hiring the other - but there were always exceptions to the rule. Abby wouldn’t turn her nose up at work if she could get her hands on it.[/indent][/COLOR]
[INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] D E T A I L E D   A P P E A R A N C E[/color]
[color=F8EF00]D E T A I L E D   A P P E A R A N C E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[COLOR=gray][indent]When she's on the job, Abby wears a helmet to protect her visuals as well as some rudimentary, dull coloured armour. Aside from being a bit on the skinny side she goes out of her way to remain as disinteresting as possible. She straps on different ammunition pouches and bags that she mostly fills up with junk to bulk up her figure and add to the look of a mercenary.

Outside of work Abby visually questions the definition of a man and relishes in her inhumanity. Her body has been stretched thin by the weight and complexity of the cybernetics writhing under her artificial skin; in some places the exposed machinery shines through. Her limbs are a little too long, she walks with a hunched back. Her movements are just a little bit too sleek, too calculated. Where the human flesh pierces the silicone replica it's marred with scar tissue and discolouration. Her hair (if you can call it that) is intertwined and braided with thick rubber wires of varying colours. Engulfing the upper half of her face is a grey rectangular block fused to the flesh that's consumed her eyes and most of her nose. Pinprick nostrils sit under the matte surface of the obstruction. Her lips are thin, her teeth covered in reflective chrome plating, her nails long, metal and shiny.[/indent][/COLOR]
[INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L O T ( S )   &   G O A L ( S )[/color]
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[COLOR=gray][INDENT]Abby has been consumed by a grandiose idea called 'Transcendence'; fearing her own death she's been upgrading and augmenting herself with the ultimate goal of shedding her physical form entirely and living forever as a programme in the Night City Data Pool. It's only been a few months since she's reluctantly accepted that any more cybernetics would guarantee her demise long before she can reach this unattainable ideal, but the allure of immortality is hard to shake once you're so thoroughly convinced of its existence; harder still when the scavenged cybernetics play with your psyche, disrupt your perception of reality and send you into unpredictable moods. Despite this, Abby leaves her personal problems at the door when she's working. She's on the way to recovery, but plenty of pitfalls and relapses lurk in her future. Uninstallment requires time and money. She's a Merc to pay the medical bills.

Reverting back to her humanity would also mean having to unpack her past in its entirety. Pacifica is calling her name; she can feel it in the organic bones she has left. If she doesn’t find out what happened to her home, the loved ones she’s forgotten, and come to terms with it - she may never find her way out of her cybernetic prison.
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