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Dead Presidents

Johnny Buzzkill the Bizness

Johnny Buzzkill

The Driver

◄ 31 ▎ MALE ▎ 5 feet 9 inches ►

P R O F I L E

You got your drivers, then you have your Drivers, with a capitol D, and you gotta have the D folks. Lemme tell ya. And then you have the Drivers who are pretty much one with their vehicle. Riggers. This is what Johhny Buzzkill did to become a better Driver. Installed a data jack and a slew of software that he could connect with any vehicle with a computer in it. Got it in chrome to boot. The lanky mohawked young man with pale white skin doe shis best work when he's behind a steering wheel of one of his tricked out vehicles, carefully kitted to give the best performance for a given situation.

Normally calm and collected, and always has his mind in several places at once. Slaved to the vehicle, or off in the air in one of his custom made drones. Fiercely intelligent and as much of a gear head as you might expect. He spends thousands to keep his garage of vehicles in top condition.

If he's not in a vehicle he's making repaired and doing his best to make sure he's prepared for the next run, red, blue and yellow mohawk, on display like the crest of a bird, grey eyes set for whatever he's doing at the time. Often enough that might be the next thrill, as he holds the record for fastest augmented speed records on twenty two different speed tracks in and around the warehouse he has bought to house his vehicles.

D A Y S - G O N E

Johnny started small, and without his augmentations. He'd always liked speed. And when he had the money he bought a beat up old muscle car and started with illegal street races at first. He took on every challenge he could manage. He lost just as often as he won. And as time went on he used the money from the races to get better cars, trick them out, on and on.

As time went on things got a little more interesting. His thrill seeking ways took him along a new path. Between races, he began to take smuggling and/or errand jobs, taking items or shipments to places and avoiding the cops. He began to make a name for himself little bit by bit. Trust worthy, punctual and didn't take alot of shit. You either paid for what you had shipped or you didn't get it. Only times he ever flipped was if one or the other side tried to pull a fast one. Which lead to his making a name as a get away driver. And a surplus of interesting loot and swag from jobs where one side or the other tried to fuck him over.

As time went on, he realized the only way he could get better is if he started to chop pieces of his head open and installing something to make his cars more responsive. A black market chop doc opened his head and spine up, attached a mini cranial computer, a data jack and the proper software to run it all. Soon his vehicles and him were more like one and the same. It took money, but he was making it by then.

Then there is the Dead Presidents...the present and recent past is all legendary...

M O R A L S

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Goblins of the Wilds

Yes in case you're wondering, I'm Channeling the old Ugnaught Kuiil from The Mandalorian into Koglan all of a sudden. And I think I'm going to keep it that way. Just because it feels so right.

Goblins of the Wilds

As the ingot heated in the flames, Koglan stood listening and watching Siwa. He quirked his head to the side and a short smile graces his lips briefly as he watches the shock and maybe even outrage pass over the young goblins face. Like her plans had just come undone. He couldn't help but be a little proud of that fact. The powerfully muscled smith nods slowly, "Siwa. Right now, we stand at a point you will not get your way. Yes I served Biy, it is true. It's not that you aren't or are a virgin, nor that you have a lack of experience. I want to know that you have atleast explored your options."

He couldn't help but boom a short laugh as he watched Brendan and Siwa banter. The young gobliness was not giving a good show of herself at the moment. He finally nods, "Well perhaps at some point in the near future you will return, having atleast attempted to find someone to start your first litter. And when you return we shall speak again." He turned, as if the conversation is forgotten. With a pair of tongs he pulls the angry red heated iron ingot from the forge. And sets it to the anvil, taking up the hammer he uses to work the heated metal he begins to work at it.

He speaks with some amount of effort now while he works, "You will come back I'm sure, and we can speak again of your wish for a litter. We all know that I will not be the only one offering up his seed to that litter. But if you come back, I might be convinced to help you." He looks up at Brendan, a look on his face. It's clear, he's playing hard to get. This look is hidden a moment later as his hammer descends and slams into the metal. He motions with his hammer at Siwa and Brendan, "I have spoken on this matter." A clear dismissal on this portion of the conversation it seems.

Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

Message sent, let me know what you think.

Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

Quick question: Is the idea of a Rigger Driver, ala Shadowrun okay in this case? I'm just curious. Because I don't want to be the driver who just sits in the car and does nothing other then drive.

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan hummed, reaching to the middle of his table and pouring a quad of glasses with a juice made from some nearby berry bushes. Pouring out a sample for everyone. Siwa had said her piece. And the old goblin smith had not expected any overt attempts at a mating proposal at all. Atleast not today. He sips his drink, mulling over what was said to him just now. He looks at the two other male goblins in the room, wondering for a moment or so, what their opinions on the matter at hand is. A female propositioning another male in their presence for well help with a litter. After a moment Koglan speaks, the old smiths voice rumbling, "Do you know, how many females come to me? It is, some kind of allure maybe, borne from my work in the forge, and the signs of my youth as a warrior briefly." He slides a hand over the angry white scar on his face, "I served Tili, the matron of six litters. And young Biy just the other day. Her first litter as well. But do you know what they had in common." He grins brightly as he relaxes back in his chair slightly, "I'll tell you, they came to me second. I am an exacting father." He gets to his feet suddenly, motioning Siwa and the two young males over to a window.

Outside across the street behind his forge a training session is in progress. One of the warriors had a few of the younger hunters and warriors with him, going over some skill or trait that older warrior felt would be useful for the younger goblins. Koglan motions to them to look out the window, "Here...see...the slightly grey skinned ones there..." Two in the group knelt and listened to their elder. "Those two I know, are mine. It doesn't look like it but I know. But I know it. And though I wished one of the last litter or the litter before that felt the pull of the smith, the allure of the hammer and forge, I couldn't be more proud." He steps back from the window, "You're what...five? Seven? I'm not quite sure. Tell you what Siwa." He reaches up and grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, the rough calluses of his hands rubbing her skin, "Gain bearing, this is your first litter? Gain some bearing. Find yourself a young male, someone in need of his first breeding. And when you feel you have some experience." He grins, letting her go, "Come to me. And I will give you not just the lay of your young life. But a smiths seed to add to the mix." He nods crossing his arms across his chest, "I have spoken on this matter." He nods again sagely.

He's about to turn but stops, and points to Vos and Brenden, "Maybe one of these young fellows will help you with your first litter. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a good lay with a comely young goblin like yourself Siwa." He nods then motions, "Stay or go. The axe is ready for the next phase. But I still have iron to work for the warriors. I have been tasked with hammering out a set of iron heart plates." He walks to the forge, "Or perhaps one of you three would brave the heat of the forge to learn the art of the hammer?" He looks at them, as he pulls the chain for the billows. The three large contraptions relax and the flames flare behind him. He's already picking up hammer and tongs again as the flames grow hotter and hotter, "Either way, I make weapon for our warriors, knives for our hunters. Maybe you will get one Brendan." He nods, "Maybe." He pulls the chain again, the fires roaring again, "Time will tell, for all of you. Siwa, Brendan and Vos. Time will tell when your destinies come forth and your are ready for greater things." He smiles again as he lifts a ingot of iron into the forge. "I hope I'm still here to see it."

Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

No that's a yes to the Driver. Sorry for not being clear.

Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

@DeadDrop

Bene. I'll get on trying to think up a rough idea then.

Dead Presidents - A Funky Cyberpunk Heist Gun Blazing Adventure

So you guys still need a driver? Atleast I think? Mind if I toss my hat into the ring for that post?

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

If someone does take this up or makes a new one, give me a shout. I'd still love to do a good Armored Core style mech RP.