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Terra [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

Bastian Bostel

Name: Bastian Bostel

Alias: Bass / BB

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Sex: The only kind of drive he doesn't care about

Notoriety -2

Appearance: Bastian is a wiry, lithe builded man with a square jaw, a small cleft on his chin, and dirty blonde hair that’s rarely not unkempt. He stands barely over six feet, and takes very few precautions in regards to his seemingly ratty appearance. He isn’t too muscular, but he’s more concerned about agility and finesse than bulk and power. (It's the brain that matters, right? And it's ain't like his armor is weak.) Despite his cheap style, he is rarely seen without some sort of technological device or gadget (weapons and armour excluded) with which he can toy. His most notable (and used) accessories are his cyber-goggles — often referred to as, ‘my babies.’ He generally has a pensive, distracted look on his face, but if his ears didn’t serve a purpose, then he probably would have had them removed by now. So, yeah, he’s paying attention; he just lacks the reason to let people know it.

Personality: As a technojunky with too much idiosyncratic curiosity, Bastian’s most incredible skill is his resourcefulness. He can do a lot of something outta a lot of nothing and likes to keep it that way. Sure, the fancy stuff is damn wankable, but in the end, Bastian doesn’t appreciate waste (even if he might look like something similar; at least, without his armour). He’s a minimalist and believes less is more (the cleaner the kill, the better). Of course, if more is needed, Bastian isn’t so prude that he’d shy from getting necessary resources. But, yah guessed it (Or did you? Hyuk.), if shoes are optional, he ain’t fucking gunna wear any.

His social life is also fairly minimal, but that doesn’t mean he’s shy. In fact, he’s pretty curious about how other people operate and function. He looks at them (especially with all the cybernetics and cyborgs polluting the world) as some sort of technological device that humanity hasn’t quite learned how to properly hack, yet. If his cues come off as odd or queer, it’s probably ‘cause he’s trying to find the backdoor or break it — he’s pretty fucking selfish like that.

Ingenius – Egocentric – Perceptive – Incongruous

Bio: It’d be stupid to imagine Bastian hadn’t grown up in the dirty part of some mega-city, but then again, anything is possible, right? Right. Except, Bastian’s upbringing is pretty transparent with nothing too internally different than the exterior that he portrays. Both his parents worked as minimal, disposable employees to the lowest ranks of some mega-corporation (Eurocorp) that incidentally had it’s tentacles wrapped tightly around the entire population. Shocker of shockers, right? Bastian is transparent, after all -- up until the whole part where his backstory gets convoluted with weird coding and keyboards that no one but him can use properly and all that good matrix fuckery. It is assumed someone close to him knew something about something and got him hooked on the program where he cleaned up his agile techno-abilities while operating under the 17DEM movement. on the side, he 'punched cards under the table,' and at some point, his jaded goggles got murkier, and he stopped seeing any point in helping any movement aside from himself. Putting his organized guerilla warfare days to a partial rest, he now free-lances his work, and as a front, he repairs lower-end electronics and lives in a shoe box apartment.

District: DST-21-EAST.

Weapons

Konchu III

An original device constructed and innovated by Bastian. Konchu III has quite a bit of memory for a little guy and operates relatively smoothly, surfing the atmosphere for grids and patterns that she can spin into her own web. Her main function is for ease of movement through nets and clouds of information, where she can manipulate frequencies and such for confusion or delayed response time from the target. Her range is only a fifty meter circumference, however. She has several moveable cameras on her and can shoot a total of seven paralyzing electric darts in 'self-defense.' She also has a kamikaze mechanism (causing her to explode and destroy her valuable information), which had to be used on Konchu I and II. Bastian hopes Konchu III will not leave him a Widower.

NADE Rifle

A cyber-rifle of sorts. It's fantasmic. It's orgasmic. It's Bastian's cock, but it's probably not his manhood, 'cause that's more of a biological thing than a weaponry thing. It's not the loudest thing, if yah could not tell, yet. Flash and show ain't for Bastian. However, whatever is being shot out of the barrel might be a little bit surprising for anyone that doesn't know the model.

Low-Energy Pocket Knife

The knife doesn't need to be glowing to work, but it definitely is more harmful when it is. Bastian mostly has this handy little gadget for extreme cases of emergency. Although, he'll lie and say otherwise. It is a fun little girl to twirl around in his hand and cut chords with.

Armour

TC-WASP Suit

Formally known as the Transparent Chrysis-Wireless Application Service Protector. As someone who prefer the minimalist aesthetic as opposed to the bulky brute advertisement of baddassery, Bastian has taken his pocket change and invested it in this sleek, hi-tech, fabric of a build. Modeled after the giant Chrysis Wasp, the transparent suit's uses wireless technology to blue-ray (as can be seen more prominently in the suit that produces an anonymous mask over Bastian's face) a cybernetic force around his body. The suit's stealth ability is its dominant feature -- and like the Chrysididae do in the wild, the user of this suit has all the tools necessary to make a complete, unsuspecting cuckolding infiltration over his targets. The suit can be worn in broad daylight without attracting much attention, worn under every-day attire. Removal of any clothing covering the suit is necessary for (near) invisibility. When not being used for transparency, the suit is black in nature with quick lights of blue circulating through the tight weave. The TC-WASP also offers electronic capabilities to source other such tech-devices. When the mask is in use, vital information (variant on how well the user operates the TC-WASP's system) can be dispersed for registration by the user.

Cybernetics: None

Account Balance: 2500creds

Other: N/A

Terra [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

@SmileyJaws -- Finished

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Terra [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

Name: Bastian Bostel

Alias: Bass / BB

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Sex: The only kind of drive he doesn't care about

Notoriety -2

Appearance: Bastian is a wiry, lithe builded man with a square jaw, a small cleft on his chin, and dirty blonde hair that’s rarely not unkempt. He stands barely over six feet, and takes very few precautions in regards to his seemingly ratty appearance. He isn’t too muscular, but he’s more concerned about agility and finesse than bulk and power. (It's the brain that matters, right? And it's ain't like his armor is weak.) Despite his cheap style, he is rarely seen without some sort of technological device or gadget (weapons and armour excluded) with which he can toy. His most notable (and used) accessories are his cyber-goggles — often referred to as, ‘my babies.’ He generally has a pensive, distracted look on his face, but if his ears didn’t serve a purpose, then he probably would have had them removed by now. So, yeah, he’s paying attention; he just lacks the reason to let people know it.

Personality: As a technojunky with too much idiosyncratic curiosity, Bastian’s most incredible skill is his resourcefulness. He can do a lot of something outta a lot of nothing and likes to keep it that way. Sure, the fancy stuff is damn wankable, but in the end, Bastian doesn’t appreciate waste (even if he might look like something similar; at least, without his armour). He’s a minimalist and believes less is more (the cleaner the kill, the better). Of course, if more is needed, Bastian isn’t so prude that he’d shy from getting necessary resources. But, yah guessed it (Or did you? Hyuk.), if shoes are optional, he ain’t fucking gunna wear any.

His social life is also fairly minimal, but that doesn’t mean he’s shy. In fact, he’s pretty curious about how other people operate and function. He looks at them (especially with all the cybernetics and cyborgs polluting the world) as some sort of technological device that humanity hasn’t quite learned how to properly hack, yet. If his cues come off as odd or queer, it’s probably ‘cause he’s trying to find the backdoor or break it — he’s pretty fucking selfish like that.

Ingenius – Egocentric – Perceptive – Incongruous

Bio: It’d be stupid to imagine Bastian hadn’t grown up in the dirty part of some mega-city, but then again, anything is possible, right? Right. Except, Bastian’s upbringing is pretty transparent with nothing too internally different than the exterior that he portrays. Both his parents worked as minimal, disposable employees to the lowest ranks of some mega-corporation (Eurocorp) that incidentally had it’s tentacles wrapped tightly around the entire population. Shocker of shockers, right? Bastian is transparent, after all -- up until the whole part where his backstory gets convoluted with weird coding and keyboards that no one but him can use properly and all that good matrix fuckery. It is assumed someone close to him knew something about something and got him hooked on the program where he cleaned up his agile techno-abilities while operating under the 17DEM movement. on the side, he 'punched cards under the table,' and at some point, his jaded goggles got murkier, and he stopped seeing any point in helping any movement aside from himself. Putting his organized guerilla warfare days to a partial rest, he now free-lances his work, and as a front, he repairs lower-end electronics and lives in a shoe box apartment.

District: DST-21-EAST.

Weapons

Konchu III

An original device constructed and innovated by Bastian. Konchu III has quite a bit of memory for a little guy and operates relatively smoothly, surfing the atmosphere for grids and patterns that she can spin into her own web. Her main function is for ease of movement through nets and clouds of information, where she can manipulate frequencies and such for confusion or delayed response time from the target. Her range is only a fifty meter circumference, however. She has several moveable cameras on her and can shoot a total of seven paralyzing electric darts in 'self-defense.' She also has a kamikaze mechanism (causing her to explode and destroy her valuable information), which had to be used on Konchu I and II. Bastian hopes Konchu III will not leave him a Widower.

NADE Rifle

A cyber-rifle of sorts. It's fantasmic. It's orgasmic. It's Bastian's cock, but it's probably not his manhood, 'cause that's more of a biological thing than a weaponry thing. It's not the loudest thing, if yah could not tell, yet. Flash and show ain't for Bastian. However, whatever is being shot out of the barrel might be a little bit surprising for anyone that doesn't know the model.

Low-Energy Pocket Knife

The knife doesn't need to be glowing to work, but it definitely is more harmful when it is. Bastian mostly has this handy little gadget for extreme cases of emergency. Although, he'll lie and say otherwise. It is a fun little girl to twirl around in his hand and cut chords with.

Armour

TC-WASP Suit

Formally known as the Transparent Chrysis-Wireless Application Service Protector. As someone who prefer the minimalist aesthetic as opposed to the bulky brute advertisement of baddassery, Bastian has taken his pocket change and invested it in this sleek, hi-tech, fabric of a build. Modeled after the giant Chrysis Wasp, the transparent suit's uses wireless technology to blue-ray (as can be seen more prominently in the suit that produces an anonymous mask over Bastian's face) a cybernetic force around his body. The suit's stealth ability is its dominant feature -- and like the Chrysididae do in the wild, the user of this suit has all the tools necessary to make a complete, unsuspecting cuckolding infiltration over his targets. The suit can be worn in broad daylight without attracting much attention, worn under every-day attire. Removal of any clothing covering the suit is necessary for (near) invisibility. When not being used for transparency, the suit is black in nature with quick lights of blue circulating through the tight weave. The TC-WASP also offers electronic capabilities to source other such tech-devices. When the mask is in use, vital information (variant on how well the user operates the TC-WASP's system) can be dispersed for registration by the user.

Cybernetics: None

Account Balance: 2500creds

Other: N/A

Digimon // Crossovers

ERROR CHECKING (ChK2 (A:))

We found errors on this drive. To prevent data loss, repair this drive, now.

r y a n m a y e z

Black bristles ran through Ryan’s dark hair, combing her hair smoothly and quickly taming her bangs, brushed over her pale forehead. With a twist of her wrist, the handle of the brush turned, and the bristles gently moved her hair upwards against her spare hand. Thin fingers fanned open and clasped her straight, thick strands, and in a sudden and habitual movement, her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail. Her hazel eyes skimmed her reflection in the mirror for errors. However, before she moved her fingers to straighten the white collar on her school uniform and run a swift, smoothing hand over her hair, a complacent attitude of annoyance smugly tugged her lip downwards.

The first day of school was always the worst day of a new school year, and if she did not already feel like a fish out of water with her own appearance, the newly acquired knowledge of the Digital World was not going to provide her anymore comfort. Whatever.. A small huff puffed from her chest. What time was it? Her wrist propped upwards, and her eyes scanned the face of her watch. She was running late, and as much as she wanted to grunt and complain, her mind forced something more collective than the pout her reflection gave her just moments earlier.

“Arianna, Sweetheart, your sister is waiting for you!”

Ryan relaxed her wrist, whipping her head to face the door of her bedroom. A discerning face filtered through her features before a faux politeness replied in a hollow but carrying manner to her mother’s voice, “Coming!” She closed her eyes and drew in a breath of frustration. Arianna? What the fuck, mom? Her eyes opened, and white socked feet pressed several steps towards her brown leather messenger bag. Ryan picked up the satchel and tucked her body underneath the buckled strap. Her hands fanned her maroon plaid skirt and and tugged her blazer. Another one of her breaths of frustration pushed from her mouth, and with the same quickness, she headed from her room, down the hall, and down the stairs – where her mother refused to miss the beat of telling her to use softer feet because her younger sisters were still asleep – as if they both had not been hollering at each other a minute or two earlier.

Forcing a smile, toned in teenage angst, Ryan apologized as she tried to move away from her mother’s coddling hands, adjusting her tie, “Mom, I have to go,” her tone testier than her apology.

“It's the first day of school, Arianna. You don't want to look like something the cat dragged in,” a sweet smile spread on her mother’s lips like she was hiding something, which was obvious by the way she was refusing to call Ryan by her nickname, self-proclaimed or not. It was not so unusual for her mother to call Ryan by her birth name, but this morning out of all days, it was irritating.

“Bye, Mom,” Ryan quickly stepped to the front door and slipped on her black Mary Jane shoes, and by the time her hands had finished buckling them, her mother was already by her side again, ready to offer her second daughter a smothering kiss on Ryan’s maturing cheek.

“I love you. Have a good day.”

The words sounded more like a command than anything, and Ryan could not have been bothered to return the sentiment. Although, there was a slight hint of guilt in thinking she had been so scared of never seeing her mother and father and sisters again when she was in the Digital World just months earlier. Her hand grabbed the golden doorknob, and the door pulled open. She tossed on her ego and walked towards her sister’s car. It was a white Volkswagen and not very large. Her sister loved it, and Ryan was a little embarrassed by it. She preferred the days when her father drove them to school in his sleek BMW. The engine rumbled so much more nicely. Plus, she actually got to hang-out with him before school and rub the essence of her mother away. Now, she had to sit patiently in her sister’s car, listening to some indie folk music that reminded her more and more of elevator music each and every morning and afternoon.

Her sister’s hair was dark and long like hers, but instead of pulled into a ponytail, Violet had her hair braided and twirled into a ballerina bun. A small golden butterfly clip with a pink glass emerald was clipped modestly on the bun. Ryan's mother had bought them matching butterfly clips. Ryan’s had a blue glass emerald instead of a pink. The sentiment, buying her a hair clip with a more gender neutral stone was nice, she supposed, but Ryan had no desire to be like her sister – who reminded her awfully like her mother. To much dismay, the two girls looked quite similar in features, which only meant something similar about how much Ryan looked like her mother.

Closing the car door behind her, Ryan fanned out her skirt, again, tucking her knees together. Her sister made some maternal sounding comment about Ryan running late, but Ryan did not bother to reply. Her eyes decidedly glued themselves to the window. She was not too thrilled about going to school. She never had been, but there was something more annoying about it. Seeing her friends with the full knowledge that she couldn't tell them about what had happened over the summer. Yeah, she kept secrets and whatever, but this was totally different. She still did not feel the same as before she had visited the Digital World. Everything was different.

It was also weird keeping someone like Zhuqiaomon hidden from everyone. He meant so much to her, and she missed him… alot. It was different than hiding an embarrassing crush or missing a good friend, and suddenly, Ryan felt herself getting absorbed into her sister’s slow, melancholy music. Ryan’s initial reaction was to complain about it, but something came over her. She let it slide and road with the moment that lasted well over fifteen minutes but felt like just seconds. However, as lost in the poetry of the moment as Ryan was, her attitude automatically shifted gears at the sight of the Saints College Preparatory School sign. Zhuqiaomon was pushed from her mind. He had never existed. They would call her crazy and have her locked up if she ever admitted it aloud. God, her school reputation was already on rocks, especially after that fight she had with the class president. It wasn't her fault –

Her eyes landed on Brandon, all six feet of him. He looked so sharp and casual about it. God, speaking of crushes. She had had a crush on him since the second day of school last year. She had mostly ignored it. It was not like she had time for such girlish things, but his sturdy build and confidence walking inside the porte-cochere was making her wish she had done something better with her hair. Her lower lip tucked underneath her front teeth as she bashfully looked away. He had light brown hair, always combed nicely, and even if it wasn’t – it would be handsomely sweaty from Rugby practice. He was smart, too.

The Volkswagen parked, and Violet conservatively primped herself, “Well, here’s to my last first day of high school,” she tilted her head and smiled at Ryan, “What will you do without me next year?” There was a teasing in her voice as she removed her keys from the car and eloquently shuffled them into her purse.

Ryan frowned at Violet, “Not go to school, I guess,” her hand reached for her bag between her ankles. In one motion she left the car. Stupid Violet. She made her feel more awkward on top of how awkward Brandon made her feel. Stupid Brandon. Stupid, stupid, cute littl--… not so little Brandon. Her frown shifted thinking about it. At least, her mind was off of the Digital World, right? She hurried her pace, unconsciously trying to get rid of Violet, catch up to Brandon, and not be the last one to class. She was only really aware of the latter reason until Violet called after her to have a good first day. Ryan’s pace quickened, yet, again. However, upon entering the cool, air conditioned building, Ryan relaxed and molded into the SCPS mindset.

Digimon // Crossovers

^{N A M E :}

Arianna “Ryan” Mayez

^{A G E :}

15

^{G E N D E R :}

Female

^{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}

As a go-getter, Ryan is an externally tough girl who tries to flaunt her age by acting older than she actually is. She is not one to ignore the use of occasional sassy or sarcastic comments as she sees them fit for her own method of controlling a situation, and as a bit of a competitive shrewd, Ryan’s not always the easiest person to have as company. She is, however, a persistent person. A lot of her quirks can be summed up in her having an obvious insecurity towards her femininity — blatantly spoken via her verbal introduction as “Ryan” versus using her actual name “Arianna,” which she is rather embarrassed of people knowing. And, the fact of the matter is Ryan indeed has the ability to be an empathetic person once someone gets passed the rough hostility she likes to uphold for her own sense of control, but her incorrect belief in how adults should act renders her mostly rash and arrogant as opposed to responsible and mature.

^{B A C K G R O U N D :}

Ryan is the second oldest daughter amongst the five daughter ringed circus created and raised by Dan and Patricia Mayez. In a house full of females, Ryan had to learn to stand out in the crowd or at least be tough to not care when she wasn't getting any attention. A quick move to guarantee her father’s admiration and joy was to uphold the tomboy attitude in a predominately pink and plastic doll world, and since the atmosphere between Ryan and her sisters has been quite the competitive one, to this day, Ryan still has her eyes set on proving she is better and more dependable than her older sister, who Ryan sees as more of a homebody that would prefer passively reading her books over actually going outside and enjoying the world first handedly. For this, Ryan is rarely afraid to get her knees muddy and her hands dirty, unless it means killing a cockroach, of course.

^{D I G I T A L P A R T N E R :}

Terriermon

^{E Q U I P M E N T :}

^BACKPACK:

Small purse essentials (chap stick, compact mirror, tissues, hand sanitizer, hair ties, nail clipper with small knife, et cetera)

^CLOTHES:

Jacket, shirt, pants, ankle-high socks, belt

^BOOTS:

Light-weight all terrain

^DIGIVICE:

Digivice

^{S P E C I E S :}

Terriermon

^{G E N D E R :}

Male

^{D I G I V O L U T I O N L I N E :}

Gummymon → Terriermon → Galgomon (Gargomon) → Rapidmon (Perfect)

^{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}

Terriermon is playful and optimistic. He does not particularly have a good understanding towards negative or downtrodden behavior. In such a case, he generally leans towards being more sympathetic than empathetic despite his deep feelings for the person in woe. He believes in being uplifting and cheerful despite all odds, which can sometimes come off as careless during heated or direly dangerous moments. He means well and has a big digiheart, but his helicopter-type affection can be rather enabling to whomever he is trying to help.

^{A T T A C K S :}

Gummymon

^{DOUBLE BUBBLE:} Spits out a lot of adhesive bubbles

Terriermon

^{BLAZING FIRE:} Shoots a tiny blast of energy of his mouth
^{PETIT TWISTER:} Fires a little turbulence like a tornado
^{DOUBLE TYPHOON:} Attacks to create a giant tornado

Galgomon

^{GATLING ARM:} Fires bullets or lasers from both of his arms
^{DUM DUM UPPER:} A powerful uppercut attack

Rapidmon (Perfect)

^{GOLDEN TRIANGLE:} Creates a green triangular barrier that deflects attacks
^{RAPID FIRE:} Fires energy blasts out of the cannons on his arms
^{HOMING MISSILE:} Shoots homing missiles from his back

Digimon // Crossovers

Work still in progress. . . . .

Digimon // Crossovers

<sub>@VKAllen || @Briza

A Sequel to Digimon - The Parallel Visage</sub>