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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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3 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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3 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
She fidgeted nervously as the mayor spoke to the small group, looking rather out of place amidst them. Indeed, she stood out from the rest by virtue of looking relatively normal, having only her uniform and bag with her.
Rariya had been on cleaning duty for the day, when one of her classmates mentioned the notice. She wasn't too sure what it was about, but since her friend suggested that she should go and see what happens, here she was. A crisis like this certainly wasn't she expected. At most, Rariya would have thought she'd be handing out flyers and such. But, if the mayor was already relying on her to do this, then it was kinda hard for her to refuse. At the very least, she will try to do her best with whatever task she was given.
When the mayor stopped talking, she opened her mouth to say something, before the bald woman started to speak.
Having lost her chance to say something, Rariya continued on fidgeting, a smile on her face. If at all possible, she would have liked to not do any bad things to the prisoner. Perhaps she could help with the information finding, or have some of her friends look up things, but there was no way she could say anything now. Not with the current mood hanging heavy in the air.
A woman of average height of 167cm, her toned body contrasts heavily against the chrome she sports; cyberwear lacking subtlety and finesse, black metal against skin. Her hair changed colors by the day, sometimes by the hour, though the light and colors can be muted if she so wished. Black segmented balance tail would swish behind her as she walked, poking through either a hole in her clothing, or just poking out from under her skirt if applicable. The chrome she sports are obviously milspec to anyone casually inspecting them. Tends to wear clothing similar to what Edgerunners wear; militant looking, well used clothing with the odd holes here and there. Not out of any real desire to show off, but simply because she couldn't find money to spare to have them repaired.
PSYCHE
She was the type of person that rarely emotes, speaks little, and does orders as she was told. The kinda person one would expect a low classed grunt would be. 'Cept she wasn't a low class grunt or doorstopper, she was one of the foolish kids who went willingly into the Cyberwars, lured in by the prospect of looking swish. First it was just the tail and eyes, but the repeated tours as a Covertgrunt took more than just her limbs from her. Annabelle was quiet, suffering from PTSD, and barely spoke a word, but once ordered to do something, she would tear apart any drekhead foolish enough to step in her way without a second thought. She seemed to actively seek conflict, as if trying to drown her thoughts in more conflict to avoid thinking about it. A self destructive behaviour to be sure, one she was aware of, but one she cannot stop herself from doing.
HEAT
Some boosters perhaps, she had done some wet works on them before. Probably the government as well, though she wasn't actually any important grunt.
STREET CRED
Small time. She had just started getting back into the swing of things.
THE STORY
A young girl, still naive and innocent, joins the Cyberwars as part of the covert Elite Mechanized Combat Force.
For what reasons, Eva had long forgotten. The blood on her hands, the people she had killed, the people she had fought beside, the people who died in her arms, none of those technically exists. She did not exists. Cybergrunts were, after all, simply hogwash. They never sent her to fight in far away countries in covert wars. Even if they did, it was all for the country's interest, for the good of all in it. Patriotism, my girl! Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country! Look, free cybers. All you needed to do was just one tour, and all of these will be yours for no charge at all.
Just one more tour, and you can leave.
Just one more tour, and she can go home.
Always one more tour. One more tour did not seem at all that daunting when she was lying in a pool of her own blood, one of her torn limbs lying on her own lap. Go home a cripple, or do just one more tour and get a spanking new cyberlimb free. It wasn't long before she got stuck in a vicious cycle of these, each tour taking a piece away from her. Both figuratively and literally. There was no leaving as well, considering the chips they installed in one of her cybers to ensure her obedience.
Soon enough, she was resigned to the life, having now a few tours under her belt, with only her torso and head being meat. Eva had, by now, racked up a reputation in her unit for being efficient at heavy weaponry, and close quarters combat. She did have some skills in jacking security and netrunning, but she wasn't anywhere close to be any sort of hot shit tiger at it. Instead, she ran the panzers, if there was any given to them; she was supposed to be covert ops after all.
Oddly enough, her salvation came in the form of a mission gone FUBAR. One where she took several shots to the body before an ACPA damn near crushed her arms before one of her more trigger happy colleagues unloaded a warhead on it. She woke up later on, just barely alive amidst the corpses left there. After patching herself up, she waited there for quite some time before realizing no one was going to come for her. Even her comms were silent. Whatever happened during the fight had fried or damaged the chips embedded in her body enough to make them think she was dead.
To cut a long story short, she salvaged what she could from there, managing to scrape enough together to repair herself, and remove any of those chips still left in her body so she could finally run from this job. After long years of being on tour, she finally returned home. However, she was unable to really find work she was able to do, and just scraping enough together for a coffin and some kibbles wasn't the life she wanted to live. Without any other real skills to work with, she turned back to murdering for euros. She didn't have much in gears, considering she sold everything on her out of her eagerness to escape that life, and she certainly wasn't fond of killing more when she finally escaped her life. But hey, anything was better than having to become a meat puppet.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Her most prominent equipments were the cyberwares she sports. Both arms had been replaced with obvious bulky Soviet looking black cybers, complete with the hydraulic rams they commonly have, and ripper hands. The balance tail looks skeletal in design, as well as being bulky as well. It can be used as an extra limb, but its intended use was for housing the cybermodem link on it, allowing her to jack into the net or a vehicle. Her no frills blackened cyberlegs were standard. All cyberlimbs are covered with ballistic plastic. The only subtle parts of her chromes are the bone and muscle lacing, and the speedware installed on her body. Other than that, she has a heavy jacket, a light autopistol(the Dai Lung Cybermag 15) and a few boxes of ammo for it.
Gotta start from somewhere, right?
...AND THE REST
She has a backpack for all her other miscellaneous things like kibbles and credchips. Generic prepacks were hidden deep inside it like treasure.
@DeadDrop I can barely find any other information about the Cyberwars, just that one small blurb near the cyberwares section. Fitting for a secret war.
I thought it was interesting. She probs would have been in every major conflict since the last 10-9 years as well as ones that doesnt technically exist. Military of the US of A, and she deserted, jumped ship as soon as she realized they might think she's dead. I probably should have written that part better i think. ^^;
A woman of average height of 167cm, her toned body contrasts heavily against the chrome she sports; cyberwear lacking subtlety and finesse, black metal against skin. Her hair changed colors by the day, sometimes by the hour, though the light and colors can be muted if she so wished. Black segmented balance tail would swish behind her as she walked, poking through either a hole in her clothing, or just poking out from under her skirt if applicable. The chrome she sports are obviously milspec to anyone casually inspecting them. Tends to wear clothing similar to what Edgerunners wear; militant looking, well used clothing with the odd holes here and there. Not out of any real desire to show off, but simply because she couldn't find money to spare to have them repaired.
PSYCHE
She was the type of person that rarely emotes, speaks little, and does orders as she was told. The kinda person one would expect a low classed grunt would be. 'Cept she wasn't a low class grunt or doorstopper, she was one of the foolish kids who went willingly into the Cyberwars, lured in by the prospect of looking swish. First it was just the tail and eyes, but the repeated tours as a Covertgrunt took more than just her limbs from her. Annabelle was quiet, suffering from PTSD, and barely spoke a word, but once ordered to do something, she would tear apart any drekhead foolish enough to step in her way without a second thought. She seemed to actively seek conflict, as if trying to drown her thoughts in more conflict to avoid thinking about it. A self destructive behaviour to be sure, one she was aware of, but one she cannot stop herself from doing.
HEAT
Some boosters perhaps, she had done some wet works on them before. Probably the government as well, though she wasn't actually any important grunt.
STREET CRED
Small time. She had just started getting back into the swing of things.
THE STORY
A young girl, still naive and innocent, joins the Cyberwars as part of the covert Elite Mechanized Combat Force.
For what reasons, Eva had long forgotten. The blood on her hands, the people she had killed, the people she had fought beside, the people who died in her arms, none of those technically exists. She did not exists. Cybergrunts were, after all, simply hogwash. They never sent her to fight in far away countries in covert wars. Even if they did, it was all for the country's interest, for the good of all in it. Patriotism, my girl! Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country! Look, free cybers. All you needed to do was just one tour, and all of these will be yours for no charge at all.
Just one more tour, and you can leave.
Just one more tour, and she can go home.
Always one more tour. One more tour did not seem at all that daunting when she was lying in a pool of her own blood, one of her torn limbs lying on her own lap. Go home a cripple, or do just one more tour and get a spanking new cyberlimb free. It wasn't long before she got stuck in a vicious cycle of these, each tour taking a piece away from her. Both figuratively and literally. There was no leaving as well, considering the chips they installed in one of her cybers to ensure her obedience.
Soon enough, she was resigned to the life, having now a few tours under her belt, with only her torso and head being meat. Eva had, by now, racked up a reputation in her unit for being efficient at heavy weaponry, and close quarters combat. She did have some skills in jacking security and netrunning, but she wasn't anywhere close to be any sort of hot shit tiger at it. Instead, she ran the panzers, if there was any given to them; she was supposed to be covert ops after all.
Oddly enough, her salvation came in the form of a mission gone FUBAR. One where she took several shots to the body before an ACPA damn near crushed her arms before one of her more trigger happy colleagues unloaded a warhead on it. She woke up later on, just barely alive amidst the corpses left there. After patching herself up, she waited there for quite some time before realizing no one was going to come for her. Even her comms were silent. Whatever happened during the fight had fried or damaged the chips embedded in her body enough to make them think she was dead.
To cut a long story short, she salvaged what she could from there, managing to scrape enough together to repair herself, and remove any of those chips still left in her body so she could finally run from this job. After long years of being on tour, she finally returned home. However, she was unable to really find work she was able to do, and just scraping enough together for a coffin and some kibbles wasn't the life she wanted to live. Without any other real skills to work with, she turned back to murdering for euros. She didn't have much in gears, considering she sold everything on her out of her eagerness to escape that life, and she certainly wasn't fond of killing more when she finally escaped her life. But hey, anything was better than having to become a meat puppet.
ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Her most prominent equipments were the cyberwares she sports. Both arms had been replaced with obvious bulky Soviet looking black cybers, complete with the hydraulic rams they commonly have, and ripper hands. The balance tail looks skeletal in design, as well as being bulky as well. It can be used as an extra limb, but its intended use was for housing the cybermodem link on it, allowing her to jack into the net or a vehicle. Her no frills blackened cyberlegs were standard. All cyberlimbs are covered with ballistic plastic. The only subtle parts of her chromes are the bone and muscle lacing, and the speedware installed on her body. Other than that, she has a heavy jacket, a light autopistol(the Dai Lung Cybermag 15) and a few boxes of ammo for it.
Gotta start from somewhere, right?
...AND THE REST
She has a backpack for all her other miscellaneous things like kibbles and credchips. Generic prepacks were hidden deep inside it like treasure.
Power: She's athletic due to her being in the track club, with a very pronounced survival instincts(byproduct of her history), along with the unusual development of adrenaline sustaining her longer and stronger when she's in a flight or fight mode(also a byproduct of her history) but her true ability lies in the Perception of the End's Leylines. It is not an ability inherently magical, nor is it any real divine skill bestowed upon her, but a type of ESPer ability that defies both the magical and sciencific.
Everything has a beginning and an end; once something has 'begun' so to it must someday 'end'. With this she can perceive any tangible thing's 'end' visualized as lines upon it. Tracing the lines upon them brings them to an 'end of its existence' there, essentially cutting the thing along the line traced. This can be done upon anything regardless of how hard it is or what she uses to trace the line, but thinner objects trace the lines better, and things without a true beginning or end may not materialize a line. All lines may converge upon a spot, where she may thrust into it to erase the very concept of the target. It is not an ability tied to her eyes, but more an ability to 'observe' on a different plane entirely, thus even if she goes blind, or has her eyes gouged out, she could still see the lines if she chooses to.
In short, her ability can be used to cut easily along these imaginary lines, or destroy an object/thing or the concept of an object/thing by thrusting into a spot where lines converge upon it. Considering she still needs to get close to trace the lines, and need to trace it quickly and accurately, its not something she was very fond of using when under pressure. Her eyes glow gold once this ability is active.
Racial Trait(s): Adaptation: Repeated exposure to a type of magical energy/element will make them resistant to it. Some of them even learn to duplicate elements or powers that have been used on them, or even those that are just nearby.
Genetic Trait(s): None
Witchcraft ingredients: None
Sorcery abilities: None
Ki abilities: None
Personality: A simple girl, she has no real strong personality, feeling that just breezing along with the waves was fine. She was the kind of girl that will simply follow along on anything in a group, trust people without harboring any preconceived thoughts or doubts, and be unable to really refuse any sort of help required of her. While Rariya wasn't at all fond of violence or fighting(or was at all that brave), she will also never leave behind someone who needs help, and may even try to fight even through her fear and cowardice if the situation needs it. Has no real prejudices against any one race even considering her past, since in both incidents, she was helped by both metahumans and normal humans alike, and was injured by both sides as well. Due to that, in her eyes the individuals matter more than their race.
Biography: One of the pure blooded humans living normally in one of the more tolerant city states, she had the misfortune of meeting some rather radical thinking metahumans, those who resented the pure humans for reasons of their own. Rariya was returning from her school back then, and having known nothing else, had no such hate for metahumans like some of her own kind beyond her city state. Thus, she had no idea what was happening when they took out their anger at her. Fortunately she was saved by some bystanders and local law enforcement, though not without sustaining some nasty injuries, with her leg and arm broken.
A few months later, she met not with radical metahumans, but radical pure blood humans, angry at her for consorting with those impure, thinking she was unclean like the rest. Rariya was less trusting then, and had developed both her instinct and her physical capabilities, but she was still wearing the cast on her leg, and using crutches to move around. Even if her survival instincts was sharper, and her body faster to react, she could not outrun them with her leg still injured, nor can she beat off their superior numbers. This time however, rescue came too late. Due to the severe trauma caused by them using a bat on her head, she stayed in coma for several months.
When Rariya woke up, her vision was swimming with black lines and dots on most everything she sees. Even the brick walls had the lines strewn upon them. Tracing a line upon her glass of water with a finger, she traced it slowly until the line ended, upon which the glass broke cleanly along the lines. Being the soft hearted girl she was, she was naturally afraid of what this meant and kept it hidden from everyone. Considering her family was in a comfortably normal spot people would call 'average', she didn't want any sort of strange attention being brought onto her parents and her siblings due to her being abnormal. Over time, she managed to control it somewhat and make the lines and dots disappear, though she found out she can also make it appear again if she focuses her eyes in a certain way.
A very handy cheat when she want to cut things like vegetables and stubborn ropes quickly.
Equipment: A simple switch knife, meant more as a tool than anything else.
Power: She's athletic due to her being in the track club, with a very pronounced survival instincts(byproduct of her history), along with the unusual development of adrenaline sustaining her longer and stronger when she's in a flight or fight mode(also a byproduct of her history) but her true ability lies in the Perception of the End's Leylines. It is not an ability inherently magical, nor is it any real divine skill bestowed upon her, but a type of ESPer ability that defies both the magical and sciencific.
Everything has a beginning and an end; once something has 'begun' so to it must someday 'end'. With this she can perceive any tangible thing's 'end' visualized as lines upon it. Tracing the lines upon them brings them to an 'end of its existence' there, essentially cutting the thing along the line traced. This can be done upon anything regardless of how hard it is or what she uses to trace the line, but thinner objects trace the lines better, and things without a true beginning or end may not materialize a line. All lines may converge upon a spot, where she may thrust into it to erase the very concept of the target. It is not an ability tied to her eyes, but more an ability to 'observe' on a different plane entirely, thus even if she goes blind, or has her eyes gouged out, she could still see the lines if she chooses to.
In short, her ability can be used to cut easily along these imaginary lines, or destroy an object/thing or the concept of an object/thing by thrusting into a spot where lines converge upon it. Considering she still needs to get close to trace the lines, and need to trace it quickly and accurately, its not something she was very fond of using when under pressure. Her eyes glow gold once this ability is active.
Racial Trait(s): Adaptation: Repeated exposure to a type of magical energy/element will make them resistant to it. Some of them even learn to duplicate elements or powers that have been used on them, or even those that are just nearby.
Genetic Trait(s): None
Witchcraft ingredients: None
Sorcery abilities: None
Ki abilities: None
Personality: A simple girl, she has no real strong personality, feeling that just breezing along with the waves was fine. She was the kind of girl that will simply follow along on anything in a group, trust people without harboring any preconceived thoughts or doubts, and be unable to really refuse any sort of help required of her. While Rariya wasn't at all fond of violence or fighting(or was at all that brave), she will also never leave behind someone who needs help, and may even try to fight even through her fear and cowardice if the situation needs it. Has no real prejudices against any one race even considering her past, since in both incidents, she was helped by both metahumans and normal humans alike, and was injured by both sides as well. Due to that, in her eyes the individuals matter more than their race.
Biography: One of the pure blooded humans living normally in one of the more tolerant city states, she had the misfortune of meeting some rather radical thinking metahumans, those who resented the pure humans for reasons of their own. Rariya was returning from her school back then, and having known nothing else, had no such hate for metahumans like some of her own kind beyond her city state. Thus, she had no idea what was happening when they took out their anger at her. Fortunately she was saved by some bystanders and local law enforcement, though not without sustaining some nasty injuries, with her leg and arm broken.
A few months later, she met not with radical metahumans, but radical pure blood humans, angry at her for consorting with those impure, thinking she was unclean like the rest. Rariya was less trusting then, and had developed both her instinct and her physical capabilities, but she was still wearing the cast on her leg, and using crutches to move around. Even if her survival instincts was sharper, and her body faster to react, she could not outrun them with her leg still injured, nor can she beat off their superior numbers. This time however, rescue came too late. Due to the severe trauma caused by them using a bat on her head, she stayed in coma for several months.
When Rariya woke up, her vision was swimming with black lines and dots on most everything she sees. Even the brick walls had the lines strewn upon them. Tracing a line upon her glass of water with a finger, she traced it slowly until the line ended, upon which the glass broke cleanly along the lines. Being the soft hearted girl she was, she was naturally afraid of what this meant and kept it hidden from everyone. Considering her family was in a comfortably normal spot people would call 'average', she didn't want any sort of strange attention being brought onto her parents and her siblings due to her being abnormal. Over time, she managed to control it somewhat and make the lines and dots disappear, though she found out she can also make it appear again if she focuses her eyes in a certain way.
A very handy cheat when she want to cut things like vegetables and stubborn ropes quickly.
Equipment: A simple switch knife, meant more as a tool than anything else.
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