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NEON GODS [Japanese Country Cyberpunk]

Personally, no. I think a busy OOC keeps it on first page more rather than putting it all on Discord. It's your choice, overall, though.

NEON GODS [Japanese Country Cyberpunk]

Moving at the speed of neon...

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Connie Lee - A Driver or The Driver?

Life hit me hard. Now, I always move fast so that I never get hit again.

Name: Constance "Connie" Lee

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Nationality: Singaporean.

Languages Spoken:

- Malay (Fluent)
- English (Advanced)
- Japanese (Conversational)
- Hokkien (Basic)

Cybernetic Enhancements

Armalance Kasparovian Booster-Ware Model M - Originally designed by Armalance to provide government soldiers with the capability to deal with the rising number of augmented criminals on the streets , this . This reflex co-processor augments the cerebellum's capacity to process nerve signals, essentially increasing the reaction time of the recipient to inhuman levels where they could theoretically catch a bullet mid-air.

Suzuki Wireless Smart-Link v1.5 - A standard co-processor link chip that comes standard issue in every Suzuki bike issued after 2040. This cybernetic chip links the computing systems of the Undertaker and Connie's nervous system, allowing him to control the bike with literally a thought of his head and granting him a higher precision of driving than most other punk bikers.

Property

Undertaker - 2050 Suzuki Zendatsu FDX600 - No noise. No burning rubber. No smoke. Aesthetically, it's a beaut. A 3-D fabricated streamlined carbon-shelled plated body covering a low-weight titanium alloy skeleton that's a sexy blend of Japanese chic design and efficiency. The new and refurbished model of the front-runner Suzuki Zendatsu is a cutting-edge motorcycle armed with an experimental revolutionary integrated mag-lev motor drive and standard electromagnetic anti-lock brakes with a complete reduction in 85% of friction, thereby promoting higher efficiency and affording incredible amounts of balance. This bad boy's able to reach an acceleration of 0 to 60 mph in under 1 seconds and a measured top speed of 550 mph (No one's ever ridden it that fast before without dying). Furthermore, this baby's not just a machine of power but a machine of intelligence. The 2050 Suzuki Zendatsu, like most modern motorcycles, comes integrated with a computer system instead of a normal manual control system as seen in most vehicles developed pre 2030. Connie's model is modified with a matte-blue finish and a locked trunk where he stores a myriad of items, mainly his packages.

Bullpit Prismo - The Prismo is a full-faced motorcycle helmet that affords top-of-the-line protection against the many dangers of driving on the road such as drunk drivers, angry drivers, gun-toting drivers and plain stupid drivers. The nano-tube based mesh-foam cushioning and the poly-laminate composite shell is responsible for absorbing the devastating skull-crushing impacts which the driver wouldn't be able to normally survive. Hell, it's even been rated for bullets (but don't push your luck.) The 2030 Prismo features a new smart HUD that indicates incoming traffic jams, possible routes and the driver's proximity with other vehicles.

Armalance Broadsider Compact - Commonly referred to as the 'ABC', this semi-automatic pistol for first-time gun users is aimed for civilians who can't hit the broadside of a barn. A pathetic seven-round magazine with a caliber of 10mm ensures that it falls into the hall of shame for any aspiring gun owner. However, the cheap cost relative to other pistols on the market make it one of the most ubiquitous civilian firearms within Japan.

Pipe - It's a pipe. A five foot long pipe. A reinforced titanium pipe taken from the sunken remains of a battle-ship that was found in the junkyard that's good for pushing other bikers off their cycles. What? Did you expect some fancy vibro-blade or a chainsaw?

Appearance
For a man of his profession, Connie is decidedly mundane and contrasts the usual punkish images that one would imagine when they hear of the term "street driver". His head bears a short clean-shaven cut of tawny brown hair intermixed with a row of faint surgical scars from his extensive neural-ware modifications with blue eyes that almost glow in the dark. His body is of a stout stature, bearing broad shoulders and thick limbs. A mixture of South-East Asian and American genes effectively cancelled each other out in terms of ethnically defining features, placing his features somewhere between that of a Caucasian and a Asian. His street attire usually consists of a insulated bomber jacket in drab-green olive with motorcycle gloves and treads.

Personality traits

- Optimistic

- Restless

- Reckless

- Daredevil

- Energetic

- Greedy

Background

Born at the beginning of the 2030s, Constance forged his own name in poverty and rose out of the depths by becoming a feared man known as the Trailblazer. He came from a rough-and-tumble background filled with copious amounts of street racing and violence in the bordering lands of urban Singapore and rural Sabah, the latter of which was quickly being transformed into a major bio-oil plantation by rivaling Indonesian and Malaysian corporations. The disillusionment with the increasing industrialization of the rural villages of Malaysia intensified the current mat rempit attitudes within youth groups and led to the sudden onset of street racers, in open rebellion of the new social paradigm. During one of his many illegal street races, Constance saw the opportunity to participate in a high profile illegal street race which was known as the Danger Derby in order to win a highly coveted Suzuki Zendatsu prototype that had been stolen by black-market techies but denied it.

Before the eve of the match, Constance came in contact through his gang with an employee of a indie corporation, Hayai Motorworks, tbat was a rival to Suzuki to win back the Suzuki Zendatsu for them in exchange for a sum of 1,000,000,000 ringgit. A few broken bones and a concussion later, Constance became the new winner of a Zendatsu, the fastest electro-cycle on the market. Now, all he had to do was play his part of the deal and his gang would be one of the richest syndicates in the South-East Asian region.

He didn't.

Reneging on his deal, Constance fled both the bounty hunters sent to hunt him by Hayai and his furious gang members, eventually escaping to Japan and bargaining with the Sycamore Gang for protection from both parties in exchange for his services as a data-courier for several years, paying off his debts. During this era, Constance hitched it up with a local bokozotsu gang in Kobe which he grew extremely close with. During one day, whilst drunkenly boasting in a bar about the failures of the Sycamore Gang, the Sycamore Gang paid revenge by assaulting the hide-out of his bokozotsu gang and slaughtering all of them by jacking their consciousness into VR and letting them slowly bleed out from meat-space whilst stuck within cyber-space. Grieved, Constance fled the scene, not before burning their ashes and scattering them into the ports of Kobe. When news came out that Hayai had become bankrupt and was forced to become a subsidary corporation of Mizuki, Constance dissolved his connections with the Sycamore Gang and made his way to the Hyogo country-side where he travelled from place to place looking for employment.

Now, Constance works as a sushi deliveryman within the rural areas of Surubachi, working to scrap by with the meagre salary he has whilst trying to stay out of the gang war between the Yakuza and the Sycamore Family. Now, that the war's come to Surubachi, Constance wonders whether or not he's still able to run away from his problems....

Skills

Mat Rempit - The machine doesn't make the driver. The driver makes the machine. Connie is a fearsome street driver who's learnt how to grift it with the best of the best and able to push the capabilities of his cycle beyond its limits. Drifts and turns come to him as easy even as he's cruising at blurring speeds. Evading and escaping blockades of automated squad cars and armies of gangoons is exciting. Pulling off improbable tricks and death-defying stunts is his hobby. It's arguable whether or not Connie is the greatest driver in the world but he's certainly the best human driver Surubachi's ever seen.

Street Mechanic - A good driver knows how to maintain his vehicle. Connie has thorough knowledge of how to maintain and repair his cycle, along with being able to make the occasional fine-tune or upgrade to the systems of Undertaker. However, any more advanced upgrade is beyond the skills of Connie who seeks the help of techies or handyman's for more specific needs.

Living GPS - After five years of traversing through Surubachi and its many districts, Connie possesses a encyclopedic knowledge of every nook and cranny within the bowels of Surubachi. This allows him to travel to any location in Surubachi that he's familar with or has been before.

Flaws

Feel the Need, The Need for Speed - The common diet of an adrenaline junkie is going into high-risk scenarios with little to no regard for their own personal safety or common sense. Off the wheel, Connie's sense of security is about as normal as any sane individual. On the road , Connie transforms into a reckless driver, a demon of speed who will take the opportunity to engage in any dangerous route of driving or the one which provides him with the most sense of thrill.

Greenhorn - Due to a life-time of running people over and killing them, Connie has a lack of experience with guns and melee weapons, only having to use them in exceptional circumstances. In those exceptional circumstances, Connie is horrendously bad at ranged and hand-to-hand combat, but not completely inefficient to the point where he's worst than a pacifistic monk at the art of killing somebody.

That Chrome Looks Juicy. Mind if I pick it over your dead body? - Connie's cycle is a rare sight in a rural village such as Suribachi and his skills as a driver attract attention from both the Yakuza and the Sycamore Gang whilst he travels through the most dangerous parts of town. Therefore, Connie is a prime target for recruitment by both the Yakuza and the Sycamore Gang, despite him wanting nothing to do in their little war.

NEON GODS [Japanese Country Cyberpunk]

Finished for now. Will work on it more later.

Moving at the speed of neon...

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Connie Lee - A Driver or The Driver?

Life hit me hard. Now, I always move fast so that I never get hit again.

Name: Constance "Connie" Lee

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Nationality: Singaporean.

Languages Spoken:

- Malay (Fluent)
- English (Advanced)
- Japanese (Conversational)
- Hokkien (Basic)

Cybernetic Enhancements

Armalance Kasparovian Booster-Ware Model M - Originally designed by Armalance to provide government soldiers with the capability to deal with the rising number of augmented criminals on the streets , this . This reflex co-processor augments the cerebellum's capacity to process nerve signals, essentially increasing the reaction time of the recipient to inhuman levels where they could theoretically catch a bullet mid-air.

Suzuki Wireless Smart-Link v1.5 - A standard co-processor link chip that comes standard issue in every Suzuki bike issued after 2040. This cybernetic chip links the computing systems of the Undertaker and Connie's nervous system, allowing him to control the bike with literally a thought of his head and granting him a higher precision of driving than most other punk bikers.

Property

Undertaker - 2050 Suzuki Zendatsu FDX600 - No noise. No burning rubber. No smoke. Aesthetically, it's a beaut. A 3-D fabricated streamlined carbon-shelled plated body covering a low-weight titanium alloy skeleton that's a sexy blend of Japanese chic design and efficiency. The new and refurbished model of the front-runner Suzuki Zendatsu is a cutting-edge motorcycle armed with an experimental revolutionary integrated mag-lev motor drive and standard electromagnetic anti-lock brakes with a complete reduction in 85% of friction, thereby promoting higher efficiency and affording incredible amounts of balance. This bad boy's able to reach an acceleration of 0 to 60 mph in under 1 seconds and a measured top speed of 550 mph (No one's ever ridden it that fast before without dying). Furthermore, this baby's not just a machine of power but a machine of intelligence. The 2050 Suzuki Zendatsu, like most modern motorcycles, comes integrated with a computer system instead of a normal manual control system as seen in most vehicles developed pre 2030. Connie's model is modified with a matte-blue finish and a locked trunk where he stores a myriad of items, mainly his packages.

Bullpit Prismo - The Prismo is a full-faced motorcycle helmet that affords top-of-the-line protection against the many dangers of driving on the road such as drunk drivers, angry drivers, gun-toting drivers and plain stupid drivers. The nano-tube based mesh-foam cushioning and the poly-laminate composite shell is responsible for absorbing the devastating skull-crushing impacts which the driver wouldn't be able to normally survive. Hell, it's even been rated for bullets (but don't push your luck.) The 2030 Prismo features a new smart HUD that indicates incoming traffic jams, possible routes and the driver's proximity with other vehicles.

Armalance Broadsider Compact - Commonly referred to as the 'ABC', this semi-automatic pistol for first-time gun users is aimed for civilians who can't hit the broadside of a barn. A pathetic seven-round magazine with a caliber of 10mm ensures that it falls into the hall of shame for any aspiring gun owner. However, the cheap cost relative to other pistols on the market make it one of the most ubiquitous civilian firearms within Japan.

Pipe - It's a pipe. A five foot long pipe. A reinforced titanium pipe taken from the sunken remains of a battle-ship that was found in the junkyard that's good for pushing other bikers off their cycles. What? Did you expect some fancy vibro-blade or a chainsaw?

Appearance
For a man of his profession, Connie is decidedly mundane and contrasts the usual punkish images that one would imagine when they hear of the term "street driver". His head bears a short clean-shaven cut of tawny brown hair intermixed with a row of faint surgical scars from his extensive neural-ware modifications with blue eyes that almost glow in the dark. His body is of a stout stature, bearing broad shoulders and thick limbs. A mixture of South-East Asian and American genes effectively cancelled each other out in terms of ethnically defining features, placing his features somewhere between that of a Caucasian and a Asian. His street attire usually consists of a insulated bomber jacket in drab-green olive with motorcycle gloves and treads.

Personality traits

- Optimistic

- Restless

- Reckless

- Daredevil

- Energetic

- Greedy
Background

Born at the beginning of the 2030s, Constance came from a rough-and-tumble background filled with copious amounts of street racing and violence in the bordering lands of urban Singapore and rural Sabah, the latter of which was quickly being transformed into a major bio-oil plantation by rivaling Indonesian and Malaysian corporations. The disillusionment with the increasing industrialization of the rural villages of Malaysia intensified the current mat rempit attitudes within youth groups and led to the sudden onset of street racers, in open rebellion of the new social paradigm. During one of his many illegal street races, Constance saw the opportunity to participate in a high profile illegal street race which was known as the Danger Derby in order to win a highly coveted Suzuki Zendatsu prototype that had been stolen by black-market techies but denied it.

Before the eve of the match, Constance came in contact through his gang with an employee of a indie corporation to Suzuki, Hayai Motorworks, to win back the Suzuki Zendatsu for them in exchange for a sum of 1,000,000,000 ringgit. A few broken bones and a concussion later, Constance became the new winner of a Zendatsu, the fastest electro-cycle on the market. Now, all he had to do was play his part of the deal and his gang would be one of the richest syndicates in the South-East Asian region.

He didn't.

Reneging on his deal, Constance fled both the bounty hunters sent to him by Hayai and his gang, eventually escaping to Japan and bargaining with the Sycamore Gang for protection from both parties in exchange for his services as a data-courier for several years, paying off his debts. During this era, Constance hitched it up with a local bokozotsu gang in Kobe which he grew extremely close with. During one day, whilst drunkenly celebrating the birthday of one of his gang members in the bokozotsu, the Sycamore Gang raided their hideout due to one of the bokozotsu gang members accidentally blowing up the cars of a Sycamore family member during a robbery.

Now, Constance works as a sushi deliveryman within the rural areas of Surubachi, working to scrap by with the meagre salary he has whilst trying to stay out of the gang war between the Yakuza and the Sycamore Family. Now, that the war's come to Surubachi, Constance wonders whether or not he's still able to run away from his problems....

Skills

Mat Rempit - The machine doesn't make the driver. The driver makes the machine. Connie is a fearsome street driver who's learnt how to grift it with the best of the best and able to push the capabilities of his cycle beyond its limits. Drifts and turns come to him as easy even as he's cruising at blurring speeds. Evading and escaping blockades of automated squad cars and armies of gangoons is exciting. Pulling off improbable tricks and death-defying stunts is his hobby. It's arguable whether or not Connie is the greatest driver in the world but he's certainly the best human driver Surubachi's ever seen.

Street Mechanic - A good driver knows how to maintain his vehicle. Connie has thorough knowledge of how to maintain and repair his cycle, along with being able to make the occasional fine-tune or upgrade to the systems of Undertaker. However, any more advanced upgrade is beyond the skills of Connie who seeks the help of techies or handyman's for more specific needs.

Living GPS - After five years of traversing through Surubachi and its many districts, Connie possesses a encyclopedic knowledge of every nook and cranny within the bowels of Surubachi. This allows him to travel to any location in Surubachi that he's familar with or has been before.

Flaws

Feel the Need, The Need for Speed - The common diet of an adrenaline junkie is going into high-risk scenarios with little to no regard for their own personal safety or common sense. Off the wheel, Connie's sense of security is about as normal as any sane individual. On the road , Connie transforms into a reckless driver, a demon of speed who will take the opportunity to engage in any dangerous route of driving or the one which provides him with the most sense of thrill.

Greenhorn - Due to a life-time of running people over and killing them, Connie has a lack of experience with guns and melee weapons, only having to use them in exceptional circumstances. In those exceptional circumstances, Connie is horrendously bad at ranged and hand-to-hand combat, but not completely inefficient to the point where he's worst than a pacifistic monk at the art of killing somebody.

That Chrome Looks Juicy. Mind if I pick it over your dead body? - Connie's cycle is a rare sight in a rural village such as Suribachi and his skills as a driver attract attention from both the Yakuza and the Sycamore Gang whilst he travels through the most dangerous parts of town. Therefore, Connie is a prime target for recruitment by both the Yakuza and the Sycamore Gang, despite him wanting nothing to do in their little war.

NEON GODS [Japanese Country Cyberpunk]

Working on the CS. Possibly will be done by the end of this week.

NEON GODS [Japanese Cyberpunk]

Oh, I have several questions.

- What about the presence of Japanese corporations or zaibatsu's within this RP?
- Are we, the players, allowed to world-build within the brief synopsis of the setting you have illustrated for us in the OP?
- What are your expectations for us as role-players? Because you posted this interest check in the casual and advanced sections.

NEON GODS [Japanese Cyberpunk]

Gimme gimme gimme.

XCOM: The Black Winter

Goddammit, just what was Lancaster’s plan? Jimbo tried to not to break decorum over the comms and call Lancaster a fool for traversing further in what was clearly an death trap. He never felt more useless now than ever. He had no line of sight on his squad commander, currently all of his team-members were deciding to venture into the big flaming warehouse and Travers was currently 2 klicks away from his position. He had never felt more ineffectual than before, feeling like a sitting duck.

Jimbo kept silent on the comms, trying to keep his emotions in check as the black-site reigned into chaos. The base was unofficially on high-alert right now even with the alarms and the power supply disabled across the entire black-site. It didn’t take that much intelligence for a soldier to notice that something was wrong, especially with the fact that their largest warehouse was currently on fire. Flames licked at the tarmac and the soft-orange red glow of the conflagration flared up the infrared vision of his tactical goggles.

“ "Stand by and be ready to charge the front gate. We're going to need quick egress out of this base once we're done here!"

Finally. It was reassuring for him that Lancaster at least had some sort of plan other than digging their holes deeper and deeper into enemy territory.He looked back and forth between the rappel rope and through the eye of his scope for what seemed like eternity. The mention of sectoid-alien hybrids on the radio didn’t even break him out of his reverie, only eliciting a slight grunt of disgust from him. Well, it wasn’t surprising that ADVENT had dabbled into human experimentation to add onto their damning list of human rights violations.

Right now, Jimbo wasn’t entirely sure what to do in his position. He was completely useless up on the cliff. Firing wantonly into the enemy patrols that were now filing into the black-site like angry bees would sooner reveal his position than help Falcon-Squad in any way possible. However, higher ground meant higher ground and for good reason. Shit hadn’t hit the fan yet and the soldiers of the black-site were in a state of shock and tumultuous confusion. Staying up here would provide more benefits to Falcon Squad. What to do….What to…

Ah.

That was something worthwhile.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jimbo managed to spot an ADVENT soldier that wore different garb from the usual bunch. Dressed in a flamboyant cape and clearly bulkier armor, the ADVENT soldier was clearly giving orders to the troops around him, pointing towards the warehouse. Was this the Blacksite Commander their intel talked about? Jimbo pressed his shoulder into his rifle stock before radioing in his new discovery to the rest of Falcon Squad.

“ Falcon Squad, I have an visual on hostile 38 degrees north 2 klicks to my position.. Possibly base commander. Permission to eliminate hostile?”

Black Lily [High Casual]

So, that’s it, huh?

We’re some kind of Black Lily?

XCOM: The Black Winter

Well, bloody bollocks, their plan had just been shot to shit. Two weeks of reconnaissance and heavy strategic discussion were flushed down the toilet unceremoniously. Jimbo angled his body to the north-east to get a better shot while signing in dismay. No plan survives first contact after all.

“ Copy that. Target sighted, approaching Blacksite 17 degrees from its position. ”

Jimbo re-adjusted the resolution of his rifle scope and focused in on the truck, its twin headlights irradiating white beams in the shadow of the valley. He could only identify one driver at the moment. He breathed out, steadying the swaying of his scope, before pressing the trigger a single time. A spray of dark red decorated the wind-shield a moment later like an abstract art piece. The truck rolled in its tracks before swerving off the mud-beaten track. It later stopped against the side of a pine-tree, causing several birds resting on the branches to fly away in distress. He trained his scope on the still truck, waiting for any ADVENT soldier to stumble out in confusion. There seemed to be none at the moment.

“ Truck disabled. Travers, secure the target,” He radioed in the confirmation while nodding his chin towards Travers.

Several things happened after that. The familiar burst of comms interference struck at the worst moment, burning his ear-drums with a angry buzzing sensation. There was a bright bloom of luminescent purple where Lancaster and West were currently situated followed by a loud explosion that he could feel, even from his position.

What in the goddamn hell was that? He didn’t even need the scope to see the devastation. Soldiers and other base personnel were currently alit, their glowing bodies stumbling out of the great conflagration. He couldn’t believe that Lancaster wanted to even consider the possibility of going down a place that was currently on fire.

“ Lancaster, get out of there with West right now. The Blacksite is on high alert. You and the rest of the ground team are sitting fish in a barrel if you don’t get out of there right now.”

XCOM: The Black Winter

Jimbo awaited further commands with bated breath as he heard the errant spattering of gun-fire on the open radio. Hopefully, he wouldn't be put in charge of carving the names onto the memorial list today. He gripped the handle of his rifle harder. No one was dying today. He had to remind himself of that. There was a moment of silence on the radio where he was unsure of himself, his scope trailing towards the power facility in suspense. If Washington and Missoti couldn't secure that power facility, they were done for. Lancaster and West would quickly become fish in a barrel, trying to escape out of the facility without disabling the power.

"Hostile Down."

He breathed a sign of relief, chuckling as the stress slowly seeped out of his body, a huge weight of worry released from his back. One objective down, one more to go before extraction. Now, where was Lancaster at the moment? He peered back at the supply warehouse, his lips pressed thinly, before looking back at the supply truck that was slowly encroaching on the Blacksite. At the rate it was going at, it would arrive in about 20 minutes or sooner. Just what the hell was taking the other ground team so long? Jimbo muttered into the radio in a steely tone to emphasise the lack of time that they had.

" Lancaster, West, what's the ETA on securing that warehouse?"

The supply truck was gaining ever so slowly near the blacksite and time wasn't on their side. He made a list of all the possible solutions, humouring them one by one.

Distract the guards inside the house with a missed shot?

Suicidal and it would be a utter waste of ammunition. Attracting suspiscion wasn't one of their mission priorities.

Pop the tires?

Whoever was the commander of the Blacksite would know something fishy was going on if the tire was popped. In all likelihood, the ground team wouldn't have a way to escape the blacksite and be left sitting ducks.

Shit. They were running out of options and there was only one, safe, reliable way they could get in and out of the Blacksite without being spotted visibly. He muttered in the radio one more time, hoping Lancaster would come up with a solution soon.

" Lancaster, that supply truck isn't going to hijack itself. Make a decision ASAP. "