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>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Truly, love is a battlefield for Penny
Designation: Vivian Everett
Location: Sammie's 2257-35ul
Time: Around 9 pm


A cool gaze swept the hall, a drink that was some shade of brown resting in the hand of the girl who sat near the back with feet kicked up onto one of the tables. She was proud of those feet, being the main instrument through which she held her current career. She was less proud of the drink, but it distracted from the occasional twinge of artificial muscles that plagued her these days. The damn things couldn't be perfect, but she had come to accept it. So long as they didn't let her down when she needed them.

Vivian Everett wouldn't consider herself a regular at this particular establishment but she'd been in similar ones before. They all generally were the same so she had adapted quickly and procured herself something to drink and skipped the food. It was practically like home already. Of course she was here because she wasn't at home, waiting for a job in a very metaphorical sense. You never knew when your schedule would pick up ads a Runner so she tried to work around it as best she could.

For now she was free to sip her drink and relax. Her Brainpal would keep an eye on things and make sure that she got any messages for job offers that might pop up, and make sure that she was sober enough to read them. Well, assuming it was a job that she wanted to be sober for. Some went a bit better when you had a bit of a buzz to really get your brain cells going. Stopped you from second guessing the stupidly reckless thing you were about to do.

Of course, the designer kit on the table with her feet was pretty impressive too. She'd had them outfitted with grav thrusters to prolong her jumps and keep her from breaking her legs on a fall. It didn't entirely eliminate the risk but it helped her do feats she couldn't otherwise, and the danger was part of the point. Why do the job if you were just going to be safe and boring about it?

Idly she checked the feed for the sports teams she was betting on while sipping her drink. She had bets riding on those, and for the moment there didn't seem to be anything happening here. Soon enough something would come her way, so she might as well get in what she could while she had the free time. "Could be a worse night," she mused aloud to herself. Now if only she could weedle some of the good brew out of Mavis rather than this thrown together stuff, and it would be complete
I'm looking forward to seeing how this ship mission goes with no one aboard to stop it


Name: Vivian Everett
Age: 27
Role: Solo
Story/History: Vivian was born an orphan, raised in some corporate provided orphanage that served as a tax haven. She grew up fairly independent, getting into trouble and making the streets her home since the corps didn't care very much. It was there that she discovered her passion for physical activity. Running, climbing, even fighting. In this dull world where she seemed to have no prospects it let her feel like she meant something, and had something to strive for..

But there were few prospects for an orphan besides menial labor at low wages, an endless existence of slums. She aspired for something greater, and ended up joining with K&O Security where she earned her place by her physical ability and physiological compatibility with augments. A short stint of training, and she went off to fight.

Service in the corp was...interesting. She did some guard duty, fought in some brush conflicts, things that she doesn't really talk about and that the corp probably doesn't want said. Eventually she left, or maybe she was fired. That's another thing she doesn't say. One way or another it ended, and now she has taken up shop in East 41 to make a living, and maybe aspire for something more.

These days she's a Runner. Drawing on her Sec experience, she delivers things that are a bit too important to pass over the Net, or to risk Feddie interception. She prides herself on efficiency, reliability, and like all good Runners, the difficulty of the route taken. She's not afraid of a tussle but has kept out of major heat for the most part. One can only wonder how long that will last.

Cyberware: Skeletal Bone Reinforcements - Metal woven in between her bones to make her tougher and more durable, as well as resistant to injury

Personal Computer - A remnant from her military service, Vivian has a computer implanted in her brain that lets her access files, read emails, keep track of her bank balance, keep time, manage her other cyberware, do situation analysis, scan enemies, stuff like that. It's not intense processing but it gets the job done

Spinal Augments - Another relic from military service, this is a package that affects her body chemistry, injecting stimulants in combat situations, reducing fatigue, and helping to address injuries in the short term so she can take a licking and keep on ticking longer than she has any right to.

Myomer Bundles - Vivian has had some of her muscles replaced with artificial muscles for combat use that give her increased strength and resistance to damage from blunt force and cutting.
Here it is then. I can provide more augment details if needed but I figured I should leave some room to grow


Definitely interested for this, though I can't really hammer out a CS at the moment. But I'll get you something soon
They're definitely interesting, to be sure. If I didn't have some long term plans brewing thanks to everyone else I might feel a bit inadequate right now
Crazy thing about to happen, pretty sure.
Alicia Hayden

The Beacon girl wore a look of grim satisfaction as she spun and fired, striking flying monsters out of the air with ease. They weren't geared to handle that kind of fighting, or at very least ranged attacks combined with her ability to spam out magic like there was no tomorrow against a horde of enemies. Soon enough their numbers began to get very thin.

That just left the problem of the horses on the ground, and she was having some more difficulty with those. It wasn't really any fault of her own, they just had tougher armor that was keeping her magic from being as effective as it could be.

"It would be too easy for me to fix everything I guess," Alicia muttered to herself as she did her best to balance atop her perch. She was confident in her skill but did not want to accidentally fall or get knocked over into the armored horses that could trample her. It would be an ignoble way to go.

Quickly she assessed the situation before shifting her aim. Flying enemies were no longer the main problem, and the mechanical enemies would go away if the one who made them was dispatched (hopefully). If that was the case then there was only on thing to do. Carefully she targeted her shot, careful of proximity and distance. A split second later she fired, sending an arcing bolt of light at long range towards the brawling group. She didn't expect it would kill the girl who had summoned the soldiers, but perhaps it would provide enough of a distraction that they could pull out some kind of advantage.

Afterwards she turned to the mechanical soldiers, thinning their ranks with body shots like she had the flying horses. She wasn't going to let them do whatever they wanted unopposed either.

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Just waiting on posts at the moment. Otherwise doing fine and trying to stay chill. Birthday coming up, so that's nice
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