[code]B A I L E Y  "A U G U S T"  H A W K I N S[/code]
[hider= August ][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/919797528625549372/1001923910557778001/Untitled_Artwork-14.jpg[/img][/center][indent][indent] [color=gray]Bailey Hawkins, 29[/color]
[sub][code]H E I G H T  /  W E I G H T :[/code][color=gray]5'10" / 150lbs[/color]
[code]S T A T U S :[/code] [color=gray]Surplus[/color]
[code]E M P L O Y M E N T :[/code] [color=gray]Former: CritiCare RaRe Team -- Current: Augmentationist[/color]
[code]F L A W :[/code] [color=gray][b]Intolerance.[/b] "You will find more relief praying to your corporate gods than you will begging at my feet as I've seen the results of ignorance, hate, and self-destruction. No longer will I aid those who will not help themselves."[/color]
[code]F L A W :[/code] [color=gray][b]Dehumanized.[/b] "More machine than human. My blood runs through cables, my thoughts processed through an artificial computer. What is there left of me, truly?"[/color]
[code]F L A W :[/code] [color=gray][b]Hedonistic.[/b] "Do not deprive me of the pleasures of the world. I've earned my stay."[/color]
[code]V I R T U E :[/code] [color=gray][b]Assertive.[/b] "I don't believe anyone knows what's best for themselves these days. I will make them listen to me, at least they may not flatline as long as I'm involved."[/color]
[code]V I R T U E :[/code] [color=gray][b]Focused.[/b] "I pledged to my practice with a righteous objective in mind, and nothing will sway me. Not even the ghosts of my past."[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][code]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/code][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][h1][/h1][color=silver]Bailey's first impressions leave a lot to be desired, whether you meet her on the augmentation table or in The White Rabbit. Lacking in bedside manners and patience, Bailey often considers herself a straight-shooter and despises small talk or insignificant consolations. Have your credits ready to zip, for every dealing with her is a transaction. If one cannot offer her money, then they should prepare to compensate her personally.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][code]A R M O R   &   W E A P O N R Y[/code][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][h1][/h1][color=silver] Augmentations:[/color][/indent][/indent][color=silver][indent][indent][indent]A. [b]CritiCare RaRe Forearm Implant V12.4.5[/b]. Forearm implant (in Bailey's case, right) installed onto every Assistant and Lead EMT Rapid Response Team Member. Deceptively bulky, the built-in toolset gives the user unparalleled stability and precision for even the most chaotic environments. The software is not meant to be modified in any way, though many users that retire from CritiCare RaRe tend to improve upon its limitations via NetRunners or trustworthy engineers. Includes Universal Jack to receive instant monitoring of target's vitals. [i]"Ready. Steady. Incise!"[/i][hider= Implant A ][img]https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/007/641/749/large/darko-darmar-markovic-arm-1.jpg?1507559653[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]B. [b]CHAMP Ind. Endoskeleton[/b]. Standard-issue skeleton transplant for every serviceman signed up into the AutoAmerican Army. While organic bodies have dramatically been reduced to stage war, there are still objectives that could use the finesse of a human touch. Investments into soldiers mean increasing their chances of survival. Thanks to the carbon fiber composition of the skeleton, their lives have never been more secure! [i]"We put the Arm in Army. Along with every other limb!"[/i][hider= Implant B ][url]https://www.artstation.com/artwork/gJzXJm[/url][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]C. [b]Microzon Cyberdeck[/b]. A commercial-grade Cyberdeck implant, allowing the user to take part in all of life's virtual amenities. Processes algorithms and applications to a great degree beyond human capability. Comms, transactions, and Net surfing are all quite literally before her very eyes. Also equipped to handle report uploads and downloads, such as real-time surgery exams and patient consultation. [i]"We don't even need a slogan. You need this!"[/i][hider= Implant C ][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8a/0d/02/8a0d025a4872d78f7d51c7416e1d9550.jpg[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]D. [b]CritiCare Ocular Implants V2[/b]. Both eyes have been replaced with state-of-the-art (for 2043) vision enchancements, such as 2x zoom, medical package software, and complete cyberdeck interactivity. [i]"Spots mistakes before you even make them, making 20/20 hindsight a thing of the past."[/i][hider= Implant D ][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9e/75/9f/9e759fd37ccd98da121b670249f34afa.gif[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]E. [b]CHAMP Ind. SubDermal Armor[/b]. Even if caught unawares, the user will be able to deflect light debris and non-ballistic damage. Slightly improves the weight behind her punches, should she decide to throw hands. [i]"What do we say to shrapnel getting under your skin? Not today."[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]F. [b]CritiCare Bio-Monitor, Regulator, and Auto-Injector[/b]. An implant for all circulatory and nervous systems monitoring and regulation. Gives the user real-time feedback for stability, emergency vitals, and chemical imbalances. When high levels of Norepinephrine are detected, Serotonin is injected automatically to calm her nerves. Abuse of the injector has been detected, yet neglected for updates or repairs. [i]"A patient walked up to me the other day saying, "I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam! I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam!" I said, "Calm down man, you're too tense!""[/i][hider= Bio-Monitor ][img]https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/007/828/337/large/vladislav-ociacia-heart-1.jpg?1508783770[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[indent][indent][color=silver] Armor:[/color][/indent][/indent][color=silver][indent][indent][indent][b]CritiCare RaRe EMT Field Armor[/b]. An outdated suit of armor that is more than capable of shrugging off handgun rounds, courtesy of CritiCare. Meant to give full mobility as well as protection in the event of firefights, allowing the wearer to finesse even field surgery without complication. Comes equipped with all the necessary supplies to get the job done, regularly stocked and accounted for by yours truly. [hider= CritiCare Armor ][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/d8/eb/70d8eb616b9d1ddd3d61e95226567f79.jpg[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[indent][indent][color=silver] Weapons:[/color][/indent][/indent][color=silver][indent][indent][indent][b]2L-LYA[/b]. Widely known as Amnesia, this sidearm is a product of CHAMP Ind., a standard service weapon handed out to CritiCare EMTs in case of personal protection. Doesn't pack too much punch, but is reliable and easy to maintain. [hider= Sidearm ][img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/024/609/868/4k/gankhulug-narandavaa-gankhulug-narandavaa-5.jpg?1582968376[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
[indent][indent][code]S K I L L S[/code][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Medicine.[/b] Ranging from basic first aid application to literal brain surgery, Bailey is used to working under every type of pressure imaginable while patching up Netters and Surplus alike (though usually the former). While in chaotic environments, can only apply work through supplies on hand and requires her workshop to conduct anything more serious. Complicated work also requires time and resources, assuming her augmentations are still in commission.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=silver][b]Combat.[/b] Trained by the Army, she is able to maintain and handle most standard firearms. Due to her work as a medic, however, she has never fired a bullet outside of a range and morally opposes their use. Thankfully, self-defense is something she takes very seriously.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=silver][b]Business.[/b] While technically a professional, due to opening and running her own clinic, her experience and knowledge goes as far as her own front doors to keep the place open. Credits are steady enough, though impressive maneuvers still elude her.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=silver][b]Survival.[/b] Seattle is no easy place to live in, no matter your rank in the world. Bailey may live modestly thanks to her career, she also knows how to keep herself and others sewn up and shut up to see tomorrow (and not just literal stitches).[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=silver][b]Research.[/b] Ever-learning when it comes to scientific breakthroughs in the medical community, Bailey knows how to find the right stuff and keep its knowledge secure in her brain. She had only ever cared to learn about logical, applicable things, though it seems her future is filled with uncertainties and superstitions.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][code]R E L A T I O N S[/code][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][color=silver]Family[/color][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Mother[/b]. Jasmine Hawkins, 54. Security Systems Analyst for a lesser corporation known as Homeland Tech. Married her partner, April, when she was 23 and was the one that carried and birthed Bailey two years later.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Mother[/b]. April Hawkins, 55. Assistant Manager for Homeland Tech, Garfield branch. Married her partner, Jasmine, when she was 24 and through labwork donated part of her DNA to create Bailey.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Uncle[/b]. Dominic, 51. [s]Bastard. Pedophile. Adulterer. Sociopath.[/s] Pin Technician of the Loose Pins. Known regular at the Axion Droid Shop.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=silver]Friends[/color][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]JV[/b]. A fool who wastes himself in chemical cocktails and lead-slinging fights. Nonetheless, he has been making baby steps to improve mentally and that's good enough for Bailey. Plus, he's a regular and his credits are good.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Robin[/b]. A Netter, one of the only decent ones Bailey has ever met. Stops by her shop to get small work done from time to time, but she has a suspicion they just come in to see her.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Noel[/b]. Companion from her childhood that has followed her through the AutoAmerican Army [i]and[/i] CritiCare RaRe Team. A real piece of PTSD work, but a ride-or-die; similar to Bailey. Might be why people think they must be related.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=silver]Acquaintances[/color][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Cheese Man[/b]. A wonder in peddling Soy dairy products, this young man makes her August Body Shop a regular stop, taking advantage of her love for cheese. She never learned his real name, and he never seems to care that she calls him Cheese Man.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Coriander[/b]. A DigiStreamer. That line of [i]work[/i] is beyond Bailey, but apparently she makes good money just by looking pretty and chatting up real people in real time from the safety of her home. Not as much money as a Doll, but good money. They only know each other because Bailey saved her after a SWAT call went worst-case.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver][b]Baxter[/b]. A rodent in human form, if Bailey has ever seen one. Sniveling, snarky, suspicious. He has managed to bring in wiped implants, impossible to track, for her to install on various members from whatever group he's from. If the credits weren't too good to pass up, she would have booted him a long time ago.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][code]H I S T O R Y[/code][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][h1][/h1][color=silver]Born in 2021, Bailey was raised with high expectations. Her parents were low on the corporate ladder, but should their daughter have the right education and determination, she could elevate them from the lowly [i]Surplus[/i] status and straight into Netter levels. Bailey's time in school proved fruitful, showing a mind for medicine. Upon reaching her last year of high school, she was involved in an accident that left her hospitalized for five months. Falling behind on her work in record time, she barely scraped by into graduation.

Having failed to achieve higher education, her parents prompted a risky venture: gain a specialized skillset and secure a future through the AutoAmerican Army. With reluctance, Bailey signed up and was admitted to be a Field Medic. One year of Emergency Medical Technician training, she was found fit for service and underwent an extremely invasive endoskeleton transplantation surgery. Even after the standard procedure of chemically memory wiping the specific event, her nights are often night terror-inducing. Events in the field to help augmented soldiers only solidified her newfound trauma: dehumanization exists, and she is only a statistical victim.

After four years of service, she formally left the Army and returned to Seattle with new, dulled eyes. Victims of violence were ever-present, and medical assistance is one of the only true job securities. With this in mind, Bailey quickly joined CritiCare and put her abilities and implants to use. If she could help people from perishing in the gutters, then perhaps she could regain a semblance of humanity. If only it didn't shed an even greater shadow on her perception of humanity. Six years of CritiCare Rapid Response led to resignation and fatigue.

With the help of her mothers, Bailey opened up a new clinic on Lakeside called August Body Shop. In the last year, she has built more new relationships than she ever had previously. People may need the occasional emergency procedure, but most come in for augmentation implants, adjustments, or even tattoos (of which Bailey now has some experience, but does not tout herself or her shop as the place to go). Occasionally the sight of carbon fiber or titanium alloy skeletons draw out her PTSD, but thanks to her Bio-Monitor she could quickly get a handle on herself again.

Her favored places include The White Rabbit, The Black Hole, and her shop. She may not be a fan of certain clubs or strip joints, but she had no problem bringing home an input for a night. In fact, she claimed to bring a new person home every night for a month once, not too long ago.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][code]C Y B E R C O M[/code][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][h1][/h1][color=silver][b]Paige.[/b] A [i]young[/i] Cybercom, per Bailey's request. Has the appearance of a twelve-year old, and is often mistaken to be Bailey's daughter. Those who found out it is a Cybercom don't know the reasoning behind this choice; some suspect that it's a sexual relationship behind closed doors, while others believe Bailey always wanted a little sister to protect and look after. Whatever the reason, everyone agrees that it may single-handedly be why Bailey has yet to snap.

Alluding to the wonder and innocence of a young human, Paige willingly asks basic questions about her environment and growth, though also does her best to not get into any trouble and cause unnecessary stress. It seems as though she acts as a buffer for Bailey's worse evenings, closing the shop early without being asked and preparing dinner and bedtime rituals for the two of them. Paige shows an intimate understanding of Bailey's background, likely through long-term discussions on top of any reports or news that could involve Bailey.

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