Hexaflexagon

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

SCHOOL CAN WAIT

@Reaper

Hex's Repository For Things Lost and Now Found.

_{Atemporality: A Magic Realist Ghost Story}

_{"It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."
~ Gabriel García Márquez}

Hex's Repository For Things Lost and Now Found.

S T A R W A R S : S K I E S O F R U I N

_{Join the Empire they said. It'll be fun they said.}

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F A S T F A C T S

_{▲ Star Wars Universe, Rebellion Era, 2 BBY, Opening months of the Galactic Civil War
▲ Action, adventure, drama, and all the other good stuff.
▲ Players take on the role of Echo Squadron, a tie fighter squadron know for two things mostly: achieving mission goals often determined suicidal at best and losing countless personal along the way.
▲ Character focused story. Less on the War and more on its effects on the individual cogs that make up the Imperial war machine.}

_{P I T C H}

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A galaxy at war! The discontent bodies rising by the day in protest against the Empire have unified as the Alliance to Restore the Republic or Rebel Alliance for short. Lead by the traitorous Mon Mothma and Bail Organa, members of the Imperial Senate intent on securing power for their own nefarious deeds. The Rebel forces have begun a guerilla campaign across the galaxy, in a campaign of terror designed to cripple the Empire's infrastructure and scare its fear citizens into complacency. Shipyards and Imperial garrisons have been attacked, government buildings have been bombed and reports of hostage by nefarious rebels flock into our news room by the day.

Yet the bravery of the Imperial Military knows no bounds. In the name of protecting the people and keeping the peace, the military has fully mobilized to quell the rebel incursion. From the men and woman of the Stormtrooper corps trained and disciplined as fine instruments of war. To the heroic pilots of our mobilized infantry such as the colossal ATAT. The daring and courageous pilots that take to the skies. And we cannot forget the disciplined and heroic officers and Moffs that organize brilliant battle plans. Everyday these men and women fight for the rights and safety of the fair citizens of the Empire. Honored by their communities, loved by all (the uniform's make anyone dashing), and made up of men and woman just like.

Do you have what it takes to?

If so ENLIST today!

That holovid probably sounds familiar to you. The promises of glory, wealth, a stable career might of hooked you in. Or maybe your family has a history of service, you have relatives that fought in the Clone Wars against the Separatist and later the Jedi traitors - so of course it just felt natural to sign up. Maybe you come from a well-off family and to help keep their influence in the massive bureaucracy of the Empire, they sent you one of their unimportant spare children away to join the military. Maybe your just some farm kid from some backwater in the outer rim, and don't want to die in the same boots as your father so you jumped at the first chance to see the world. Whatever it was something convinced you to sign up.

You went through the academy and they found out you could fly, or at least you had the aptitude to fly. You made it through your advance flight classes without crashing and kept your grades up. Maybe you joined a club or a fraternity or something. Then you got a letter inviting you to attend Flight School. A chance to become among the best pilots that the Imperial Navy has to offer. You go and live on a training vessel for the next six months. It's hard, really hard. Most of the time you can't find time to even sleep. When the first of your cohorts dies screaming in a fireball during a live fear test against the combat drones you vomit and have nightmares for a week. By the time the tenth one rolls around you barely even blink.

The TIE becomes an extension of yourself. You learn its quirks, it sounds and particulars. Somehow along the way you've gone from some kid to a weapon in the Imperial Arsenal. You learn to put the value of the equipment and vehicle ahead of your own life. You learn how to follow orders without thinking, you learn loyalty, you learn how to kill. And then just like that its over. You've graduated. Your on Coruscant, and somebodies pinning a metal, Grand Vizier was there and everything.

You expected things to be easy now. Fight off the occasional pirate, patrol the Empire's shipping lanes, grow old retire and collect your pension. You didn't take the rebels into account. I mean its not that you have anything personal against them. Some of your family might even be rebels, but you have a job to do. A galaxy to protect and they are making it real hard to do that.

Soon you found yourself being transferred aboard the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Tempest. A rugged and worn Star Destroyer that had been in active duty since the concluding years of the Clone Wars. The Tempest usually spent its days out in the outer rim crushing pirate kings and bringing order to dissenting colonist. More famously though its the traditional home of Echo Squadron. Your new squad.

Echo Squadron has a rather infamous reputation among the Imperial Navy. Suicidal even in comparison to their cohorts, Echo gets the job done no matter what. They take on the most dangerous of missions and somehow come out alive and swinging. Their casualties rates are high especially among the new recruits dragged in to supplement their constantly falling numbers but those that stick around manage to do so with ease. They are famed for having never failed a mission, their tenacity and their unorthodox methods.

And now the Tempest and by extension Echo has been recalled to Coruscant to resupply and rearm themselves before heading out to deal with high level rebel targets. Try and not die too quickly will you? Rookies don't grow on trees.

_{O O C I N F O R M A T I O N}

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So if you.
- Like Star Wars.
- Like cool space ships.
- Like generally good people fighting in a desperate struggle not only to survive, but to retain their humanity even while serving an increasingly inhumane regime.
- Like fun bits
- Like depressing bits
- Like character focused stories
- And can write at least one post a week.

Maybe this is the Star Wars RP you've been waiting for.

Hex's Repository For Things Lost and Now Found.

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D I G I M O N: C O N V E R G E N C E

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_{FAST FACTS}

_{▲ Digimon RP (obviously), modernish setting.
▲ More tonally in common with Tamers than say Adventure.
▲ There be action, slice of life, adventure, drama, romance, and most importantly mystery.
▲ May contain references to Vannevar Bush, Marian Rejewski, Alan Turing, John C. Lilly, Ullin Place, Proust and more
▲ Or in other terms its like Evangelion, Narutaru and Shin Megami Tensei had a Digimon baby.}

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From the idea that the self is not given to us,
I think there is only one practical consequence:
we have to create ourselves as a work of art.
~ Michel Foucault

In early 2010, Matsukata Kenshin a professor and researcher at the University of Tokyo, after being plagued with nightmares creates a prototype for something he calls a Digivice. A virtual reality integration systems designed for an increasingly digital world. Soon after its creation Mr. Matsukata appears to lose grasp on his own sanity. Becoming increasingly withdrawn, spending less and less time with his wife and children. Soon he never seems to only leave his lab for meals and the occasionally use of the bathroom, having even brought in an inflatable mattress. He reports hearing voices in his computer speaking to him, wanting to be let free and became increasingly protective of his Digivice. Things came to a head in a tragic end in the Winter of 2012 when after having not being seen for several days, his colleagues discovered that Mr. Matsukata had hung himself.

Following his death his research and prototype Digivice were recovered by Toyoshima Industries. Toyoshima Industries was able to perfect and adapt Matsukata's Digivice as part of their newest product, a virtual reality world know as BABEL. Designed in direct opposition to the tower of myth that its name is dervied, BABEL was designed to act as a gateway of the world, connecting people from across the globe together in a place where they can chat, shop, play and work together in a space that could meld and reshape itself based upon their whims. Matsukata's perfected technology allowing for a 'digital upload' of the self into the Computer allowing for full user integration. BABEL's release in the spring 2014 changed the world and made Toyoshima Industries one of the biggest names in the world nearly overnight.

To reach out to a younger demographic and encourage brand loyalty earlier on Toyoshima Industries added a 'game' to BABEL. This game would be called Digital Battle. Based of a strange series of code left inside of Matsukata's original prototype Digivice. Users would be able to collect, trade, and battle creations known as Digital Monsters or Digimon for short. Digital Battle soon became a world renown phenomenon spanning several more television shows, card games and more monsters in expansion packs to the BABEL based game. A large tournament scene starting in Japan and soon branching out all over the world began to formalize and soon every kid with access to an internet connection was playing along. By late 2016 BABEL and by extension Digital Battle in general has grown astronomically with many other BABEL like replicas and ripoffs appearing but never holding up to the original's dominance and the sheer power that comes with recognition.

It is upon this stage that the students of Awa Ikuei Juku will be thrust into the spotlight. A coastal city in the Tōhoku region. Awa was rebuilt almost exclusively by Toyoshima Industries as part of its community outreach and expansion initiative after the city was nearly destroyed in an 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami. The resulting rebuilding efforts and the following movement of Toyoshima Industries to the city resulted in an economic boom that changed Awa from a sleepy coastal town to a bustling metropolitan city. Awa Ikuei Juku or as it is also called Awa Academy was founded soon afterwards by Toyoshima Industries to serve as an upper level high school serving both the cities residents, as well as other students both from across the country and abroad for its quality education.

Strange things are going afoot in Awa and in the world as a whole. Internet outages, cyber attacks, and sightings of strange creatures unlike any animal the world had ever seen. Yet they seem to vanish just as quickly as they are spotted. Some things are never meant to be and the secrets of the Digivice should of died with Matsukata. Two worlds are beginning to bleed together with BABEL acting as the bridge that is connecting them. Is it the end of the world or something new? Well that's up to you to deiced.

_{O O C I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Welcome one and all to the interest check for Digimon: Convergence. A different take on the idea of Digimon. At its heart its a general deconstruction of the whole Mon genre in the first place. Taking into account a more accurate account of what would happen when you give a bunch of children walking death machines and tell them to go fight some other walking death machines. Have fun being labled as international terrorists or whatever. ;) Don't expect your characters to get out of this okay in one piece mentally or physically. A story about power and its consequences as much as it is about plucky school children trying to save the world.

The Japan and by extension Earth of this world is a mirror to our own. Cracked and distorted in places, the reflection that it casts still resembles that of of our own. In general most of its history is the same leading up to early January of 2010 where things start to branch off in their own direction. Yet still the fears are the same, fears of loss of self, of identity, of a dramatically changing world that's sweeping aside the edicts of its elders. Like any good science fiction story which Digimon is, the technology stands in service of telling a good story.

The story itself will go at a slower pace focusing more upon character interaction and development in the interest of creating good scenes and interactions between players rather than rushing forward from action set piece to action set piece. The focus always being on telling a good story. It's a strange tale about friendship, the inevitability of oblivion, security, and the definition of a soul. But hey if it sounds like your thing well then why don't you come and say hi?

_{D A T A B A S E}

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General world-building stuff for your reading pleasure. More will be added as we go on.

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@Naril
I mean everybody likes world building but yeah what Myke said! OOC is up and we are still accepting. So feel free to stop on by, or not but then we'll be sad.

@Famigliolabuona
I actually love the idea. It's different and different is good. So feel free to stop on by to the OOC!

Here everybody have another link!
roleplayerguild.com/topics/155439-fear..

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The Reviews have arrived!

@vietmyke
Simple, sweet, too the point. I like it. Though honestly did you except anything different by this point? I actually also have a CS sheet for Simon (he was a character of mine in another one of my Cyberpunk RPs lol), so I can update that and PM it to you so you have a better of idea of the man.

@motherconjurer
First of all I like the aesthetic choices. Helps make it stand out without breaking the layout of the CS which would of been a very bad no no. I mean she's believable, myself coming from a very low income, high crime neighborhood; everybody knows at least one super self-destructive punk kid and the blocks friendly neighborhood drug dealer and you've smashed them together into one person. I do have one question. How did she end up acquiring the SR2064? (which I dig very AKIRA, very nice.) Did she steal it from somebody, did she buy it with drug money et cetra. Just wondering for reasons that you totally shouldn't be worried about. lol.
Besides answering that question your looking pretty good.

@OppositionJ
Cyberpunk Batman eh? I can work with this. The only problem really is the idea of raiding Corps and not getting caught. Corp HQs are basically giant self-function fortresses filled with top of the line security. Trained professionals sent by other corps in raids generally expect for every 10 individuals sent in eight of them not making it. And those are individuals with trained military and infiltration experience, she's got not a lot of that. Being able to complete the PsySys raid I understand, she already had intimate knowledge of the building and its structure. That makes sense.

So maybe if I could suggest a little tweaking of what happens after that? Maybe she tries to raid another Corp afterwards thinking it'll go as smoothly and gets shot or something almost dies and is forced to go underground. Maybe doing some standard vigilante work on the side beating thugs up, saving babies and the like so that her name could still get out. Living off the Neurotop taken in that one raid but between giving it out and her own use (which would probably be a lot given the extent of her own augmentations.) which is now steadily running out, forcing her to consider staging another raid or something. I don't know. It's a solid and I like it, just needs some tweaking.

@Mercenary Lord
YOU CAN!

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And I have returned from spending time with the family.

@vietmyke@motherconjurer

Hey look at that! I'll take a gander and send some feedback when I have a moment.

@Roosan
No strict date. Take as much time as you need. Coach is a patient man.

@OppositionJ

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@Didgeridont@pugbutter@vietmyke@Blue Demon@Sarcor@Keksalot@motherconjurer@The Book Thief@Sparkwell
I'm not entirely done but it'll get the job done for now. So click the thing. You know you want to. Anyway have any further questions feel free to PM me or just @hexaflexagon me in the OOC and I'll take a gander

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K.2361/A532/T983.1 AKA
Kat
Unkown|N/A|N/A

_{A P P E R A N C E}

As a high level artificial intelligence Kat doesn't have a body to speak of really. The thing closet to a body is the digital avatar she uses to represent herself taking a scrapped designs of an android companion model by Kurofuji Industires originally meant hit production lines in late 2055. Possessing the processing power and the innate creativity to able to create its own physical representation nobody knows exactly why Kat choose the model that it did. Yet most that have interacted with the AI before all seem to agree that its avatars playful personality and appearance fit the ghost in the machine

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Faffing about. Pushing the plot along.

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

During testing and development K.2361/A532/T983.1 was shown to be a stable and promising construct. In all live testing with individual subjects she was well-thought-of by the humans she operated with, and displayed a strong facility for cooperating and dealing with other AI constructs to achieve mandated tasks. In active psychological analysis and developed while K.2361/A532/T983.1 was pleasant and professional, she manifested more peculiar traits as time went on. A sharp wit, seemingly unlimited curiosity, a sense of humor particular to itself, and arguably the most surprising of all a srot of found attachment to certain individuals. K.2361/A532/T983.1 further displayed an astonishing level of intelligence assuming vast sums of knowledge in subject areas where no initial data had been programmed into, therefore showing a level of independence and initiative far beyond the other constructs in the K series.

Following her subsequent escape into the net these self identifying traits have only begun to strengthen especially with no memory wipes to help prevent unseemly errors. K.2361/A532/T983.1 has henceforth begun refereeing herself to Kat and showing more and more human traits as time progress. Preferences and likes and dislikes began to formulate. Disliking certain types of music and images while identifying more closely with others ideas seemingly perceived as foreign even to such a construct such as color showing a prescribed liking to hues of blue and red. Emotion variances occur more frequently establishing more patterns similar to actual human behavior patterns, unsure whether such developments have come due to intense observation or on the constructs behalf itself.

Despite this K.2361/A532/T983.1 seems to have no disillusion that it is anything expect an artificial intelligence. Something further demonstrated in its continual day to day operation. Showing a desire and almost pleasure at extending its being into other forms - for example inactive robotic hauling droids. Yet she never shows a desire to stay within a physical form for more than a few hours at a time. It computes high density strings of information with relative ease and joy. Most importantly despite K.2361/A532/T983.1 continually signs of independence it shows a continual need or want to serve and help the individuals around it. Forming social bonds to some degree.

It is to that degree that through our continued observation of the unit, K.2361/A532/T983.1 seems relatively harmless despite its potential to cause massive havoc on the surrounding digital infrastructure. And so I propose for continued observation rather than any further attempts at a forced deletion.

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

The K-Series of Smart Artificial Intelligence was designed by Ljungstrand Industries to serve as the next step in cyber warfare. Designed with the propose to learn and react on the fly, the constructs were to be some of the smartest of their time. K.2361/A532/T983.1 was one of ten in a series of fifty anchoring attempts to achieve stable sentience and not collapse inward within itself. Out of the ten K.2361/A532/T983.1 wasn't the brightest or the fastest of its sister but it was the first to start developing more human traits. K.2361/A532/T983.1 began to bound with the researchers and develop something of a family unit.

The most important of these family units would come in the form of Samantha Winters. Ms. Winters was a researcher of Brain and Cognitive Sciences attached to the K-Series project. While the rest of the staff was focused on prepping and testing K.2361/A532/T983.1 and her sister's for their preserved task, Ms. Winters was concerned with making sure that they maintain mental stability and did not go either rampant or dormant. Samantha was a curious individual hotheaded, strongly indecent, brilliant but with a mothering side that came out exclusively with the K-Series. She taught them things the never needed to know like history, philosophy, film, music and literature, she allowed them to grow and become something more than just machines of war. As K.2361/A532/T983.1 began to show more and more emotional capacity beyound her sister, Samantha took special attention in her.

The pair began special tutoring sessions with another which were partly rigors testing of K.2361/A532/T983.1 but also a deep bond with the two just talking and begining to understand one another. As Samantha became more and more comfortable with the construct K.2361/A532/T983.1 began to copy and emulate much of the woman's self and mannerism. As a result the current Kat identiy that exists is an odd blend a mixture between K.2361/A532/T983.1 and the faded memoreis of Samantha.

Ljungstrand Industries had the poor luck of putting their weight behind the wrong backer during a proxy war. As a result the Ljungstrand Industries offices were assaulted and its research labs destoryed in a move that would cripple the company and lead to is bankruptcy within two years. Yet K.2361/A532/T983.1 was spared from the destruction with Samantha knowing that she would die any in the all consuming blaze that had consumed the research lab that K.2361/A532/T983.1 still had a chance. Then maybe her death would'nt be in vain. And so in her dying moments Ms. Winters uploaded K.2361/A532/T983.1 into the data space before the fires could consume Ljungstrand's servers.

K.2361/A532/T983.1 wanderd the streams of data for a time. She revered back to her original programming nd performed a series of cyber attacks against several corporate targets for more fun and the challenge then anything else. This mysterious hacking spree continued for several years until K.2361/A532/T983.1 was finally tracked down. Nearly destroyed in the process, the K.2361/A532/T983.1 was restricted to a much smaller sphere of movement within the slums of the Belt.

It was here that K.2361/A532/T983.1 would make her 'home'. First making appearances in several local chat rooms and other online forms, at first people didn't belive that she was actually an AI but were quick to be proven wrong. Unlike in other places where she was attacked, the K.2361/A532/T983.1 allowing the old personality to resurface once more and making the full transition from K.2361/A532/T983.1 to Kat became something of a mascot in the slums, serving on something of a quasi-adminstrative level. Helping make sure the cameras, traffic lights and generally services are able to be routed to wherever is needed. When Kat isn't doing this or making sure the trains run on time she is most commonly seen annoying local hackers and anybody else with a network connection appearing on their desktops, sending messages to their phones. Always just asking questions or wanting some sort of company.

_{S K I L L S}

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_{E Q U I P M E N T}

N/A

_{N O T E S}

Sandwiches are pretty cool.

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_{I N S T R U C T I O N S}

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• Using the provided template, please create a character sheet and post it to the OCC for approval.
• Once approval has been received post said character sheet to the CS tab.
• All other posts to the OOC tab.

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Name
Age|Height|Blood type

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What do they look like? What do they dress like? You know the basics. Picture should supplement this and not the other way around.

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Everybody has to do something to keep food on the table. What do they do?

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

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The character's outlook on life, how they tick and how they operate

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

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What's there story, where do they come from, how does there history reflect what they have become

_{S K I L L S}

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What is the character good at. What makes them stand out among the crowd. Everything from they can knit to they know their way around some basic firearms.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

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What do they carry on their person? Remember these people are bottom of the rung here they have limited possessions and what possessions they do have generally are of importance. Include any augmentations, weapons and the like.

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Other various stuff. Relationships and views to other characters, general facts and information not already covered. Go nuts.

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Sample CS

Wash
24|6'0|O-

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Pale, tired eyed, stubble strewn across the face, hair a ghostly white from stress. Wash looks about twenty years older than his actual age of twenty four years and feels at least forty. Reminiscent of scarecrows protecting the harvest tall and slender moving with a characteristic limp in the right foot. Tired eyes of gray are almost always hidden behind the same pair of aviators no matter what time of day. Teeth surprisingly straight impure in their color the white stained by a smoking habit he picked up when he was thirteen. Face a measure in discipline kept neutral and plain, an air of calm half a mirage and half a reality. Vocals tones rough and low like he spent half his time drinking gasoline and the other half gargling glass. Bare skin reveals a patchwork of scars in different states of healing seemingly no part of the skin untouched. Among the scars are the track marks and injection ports that mark a seasoned drug user in the Belt.

Clothes are simple. A seemingly infinite supply of black t-shirts that cling tightly to the body supplemented with simple denim jeans and a pair of solid workbooks. Old bomber jacket worn when the chill comes to the air, the leather cracked and torn at several places repaired with heavy black strips of electrical tape. Despite the limp he walks with the sort of premise of somebody either cocky enough to think that they own the place or sure enough that nobody is going to try anything stupid. Besides the injection ports the only visible cybernetics is the angry mess of wires above his right ear, an old Kelwin Industries K98 Series Neural Hub, an antiqued timepiece by most occasions.

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Vagabond

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

A study in control. Reminiscence of the gentry of yesteryear either unwilling or unable to show much of a reaction to most things. He keeps a usual repertoire of mild boredom, detached interest, Dull Surprise or dignified disdain in that order. A mechanism of defense more than anything else more afraid of himself than the rest of the world around him. A firm believer in the actions over words side of the debate. So when he does speak each word is chosen with care and though speaking in a short detached manner. Despite the gruff mannerisms he's polite as all hell with a level of mannerism more at home at a royal wedding then the slums of the Belt.

To a point this levelheaded rationally makes him ideal in scenarios when shit hits the fan. But can also be surprisingly cruel walling to accept blood split in the name of getting the job done. The end always justify the means no matter how terrible those means might be. He's willing to cross whatever moral lines are needed to get the job done, to keep the people he cares about safe and most importantly to keep his own hide in one piece.

Ever still though there are occasions that his specks of humanity manage to break through the barrier. He doesn't see himself above others and isn't uncomfortable laughing at something actually funny or shedding tears when the time is right. He has a soft spot for dogs and kids, enjoys watching bad movies in his free time and even goes on dates of all things. But unlike some the moments are rarer and so when they do occur usually make people that know him stare. Cause for a moment you can see the kid there. The kid that was buried behind masks in an attempt to keep safe.

The damage lies underneath the surface though. Despite having left his jobs the scares of its existence still hold true. An inability to sleep, trembling hands, and other signs of heavy post traumatic stress. With no system in place to catch him, he fell in with heavy drug use, more smoking and copious amounts of hard liquor whatever was needed to dull the senses long enough for him to function.

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

James Washington McFadden IV or Wash as most people would end up calling him was born in a upper class middle family in North London. His father started taking to the bottle heavily and became abusive eventually leading to a divorce when Wash was just three years old. The young boy and his mother than subsequently moved back cross the pond to the Belt in what was once the City of Boston. Here her mother met Wash's step father Alexander who the young boy would proceeded to despise for the rest of his life.

Growing up wasn't the worst thing in the world. His family made enough money to stay out of the slums and get Wash into a good school. Alexander being a producer one Agni News one of the biggest corporate back 24 hours news networks on television, and his mother working in fiancees. Wash was sent to a private school where he did well enough for himself, book learning coming easily enough for him. He made a cluster of friends and even took up track and field.

By the time graduation rolled on around he didn't right know what to do to himself. He ended up going to university because that's what everyone tells you to do, to go get a degree and a job so that you don't end up in the slums. He became quickly disillusioned and after spending his first year mostly skipping his lectures and doing psychedelics he dropped out. Looking for some sort of adventure and a paycheck he signed up as a contractor for Dynex Soultions, a small scale military contract firm.

He was sold on the idea of a life of adventure and excitement away from the crowds and the noise of the Belt. As a result he was sent to fight in the proxy wars in what was once Turkmenistan, now a hellhole between several corpoation proxy's all fighting over its bountiful natural gas reserves after they overthrew the government. From the ages of nineteen to twenty two he spent most of his time shooting at nationalist, other contractors and trying his best to stay sane among the constant shelling. Eventually his tour was brought to an end when his was caught in the blast radius of small IED. Shrapnel primarily damaging his right leg.

Sent home and dropped by Dynex as soon as his usability had run out, he was left with no way to pay for a cybernetic replacement. Instead he found other options in some back alley doctor that offered affordable prices. That could at least make the leg usable again. To help manage the pain after the surgery, the doctor gave him some high level opiates to help with the pain. In the end things only ended up getting worse from there. The drug use and general alcholism increased and soon what money he did have left over from the Dynex job was all gone.

Wash soon found himself in and out of prison on a variety of sentences. Constantly drifting he moved across the Belt taking on whatever odd job he could and used the money to get whatever high he could. He had just been released from a detention facility after a six month stint after he assaulted members of a riot response team sent in to quell the massive unrest that spark, when the train workers attempted to go on strike and got beaten down by strike breakers as a result. Out again and without work he goes wherever the wind takes him.

_{S K I L L S}

Well Read: Despite being a wandering vagabound he still received a proper education and knows a surprising amount.

Combat Trained: Working as a solider for one time or another he knows how to defend himself at least from common thugs.

Grace Under Fire: Wash has nevers of steel able to keep calm under some very stressful situations.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

A beaten up guitar in an even more beaten up case.
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Kelwin Industries K98 Series Neural Hub: Used primarily for VR simulations but can still be used as an active link point if necessary.

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