Jollan

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

"Only four hundred bucks!? What are you trying to pull?" A slightly robotic voice yelled in a little hole in the wall scrap shop. It was Jarred, standing next to a pile of scrap roughly as tall as he was. "It took me five days to gather this crap ya'know, even if it was just the metal alone it's worth more than that!" His hand was on the counter, fingers rapping against the display glass case at the counter. The little store was filled wall to wall with random scrap metal, junk, parts, and the few still functioning cybernetics were in the glass case, though even they were a little worse for wear.

The very exhausted store owner wiped his face with rolling eyes. "Look, buddy, I gotta run a business 'ere jus' like everyone else, a'right? I'm already payin' ya more than what I want to, and I still gotta cut a profit. Four hundred, or no deal, capiche?" After some incoherent grumbling from Jarred and then an labored sigh Jarred agreed. "Alright, alright. Ya don't have to preach to me about it." he said even thought he has been haggling for nearly thirty minutes now. He waited on the money, in cash as always to keep everything off the books.

"Okay then, same time next week, Hugo?" Jarred asked in a lighter tone. "Yeah yeah, get on out'a here ya masked nuisance. Now I gotta find a place for all this junk you call scrap." Jarred would smile if he could as he waved with his back turned to him. "Always a pleasure doin' buisness with ya sir. Oh-" Jarred turned around, "And if you could tell your son, Miguel, to stop hiding outside the door to try to mug me of the money you just payed me, that would be greeeeaaaat.... chow!" He finished with a lazy two finger salute, his thumb resting on his ring and pinky finger. A very faint whirring sound could be heard as he turned back around and walked out. Shorty after walking out the door, Hugo stood up from the junk pile with a little bit of a worried look on his face. He heard someone start to yell, but it didn't last long.

"Hey, Miguel!" he heard Jarred say. "Give me your money, bi-UALALULULALALALALALALAAUahhhh!" Miguel shouted right before, and apparently while he was getting tased. There was a short silence followed by the sound of someone flopping onto the ground. "Nevermind, Hugo, too late.... I think he knows!" Jarred said as he continued to walk away, making a blowing sound as he brought his two fingers to his face like blowing smoke from a barrel. On his way down the street he saw a familiar bar and thought about his own alcohol stockpile at home.....which was none.

"Hmmmmmm," he hummed as he patted himself over, looking for something. "AHA!" he pulled out a flask from his pocket and gave it a shake....nothing. He popped the cap and turned it over.....still nothing. "....well shit...." He guessed it was time to restock, or at least fill up his flask. He started to walk into the bar when the bouncer was busy with another customer, however, it didn't seem like it was the only bouncer. He got stopped by another, a familiar face (even though Jarred couldn't remember his name for the life of him), who had also asked to offload any weapons. "What? Since when did people start having to do that? Wait...is it because of the mask? It's the mask isn't it? That's not very polite ya'know, but I'll overlook it for now and comply with your asinine request." The bouncer rolled his eyes as Jarred pulled out his sawed off shotgun and placed it in the bouncer's hands. "There, don't scratch her, she already doesn't like being handled by other men."

With a sigh the bouncer continued, "Jarred, c'mon man, I know you have more on you." Damn....this guy really did know him, and Jarred couldn't stand not knowing a name of someone who could remember his. He started offloading his other weapons. "Greg?" he handed over his pistol. "Nope."

"Uuuuhhhh...Kerry?" as he started pulling out his lever action rifle. "Wrong again."
"Dammit...hmmm...Victor?" as he set it in his hands. "Not even close."
"God bless it, Jason, I know I've told you I'm bad at names!" he said irritatedly, unknowing that he got it right. "There ya go."
"OH!....so I did...," he finished as he pulled his knife out, flipping it in the air and catching it by the blade to hand it to Jason handle first. Jason had to shift around a bit to grab it as well. "Holy shit man, you pack enough heat or what?"
"Not at all, I wish I could carry more. Alright, Jack, let me get a drink to fill my flask and I'll be right back out." The bouncer shook his head as he went over and put the weapons in a safe box for him until he came back.

Jarred went over to the counter and ordered enough whiskey to fill his flask, payed for it and filled it up, leaving the glass for the bartender. "I never understand why you don't just stick around and drink, often as you come by here."

"It's easy, Victor-," he started. "Kerry," the man corrected. "OOOOH ok, that makes sense now." Jarred remarked about the mix up of names in his head. "Anyway, yeah, it's easy, I like to drink, just not in public. Cheers." he said as he raised his flask and then stored it. He sat down in the booth and looked around. There was definitely an odd assortment of people in here today.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Jarred Greaves

Name: Jarred Greaves
Appearance:

body

clothes

Personality:
Pretty carefree and mischievous, often putting his nose where it doesn't belong. One of the few things he doesn't care for discussing is his body, which he makes sure to never reveal to anyone. Although he is a bit of a joker, it doesn't keep him from knowing when to act a bit more serious.

Cyberware:

• Neuralware
  • Echo Vision - Sonar feed that uses inaudible rapid sonar pings that feed a monocolor real world image into his mind in place of his eyes. Cheaper than replacing his eyes, these pulses are directional to which way he is facing to create a visual cone similar to human eyes.
  • Nerve processor - enables movement and function of all non-organic replacement parts as if it wear his own body. linked to the brain
• Implants
  • Vial storage - stores different vials of fluid needed for his body to function, including nutrition, lubrication, and another compartment for emergency power cells.
  • Kinetic charger - charges his internal power cell through movement.
  • Maintenence ports - a number of ports throughout his body for mainenance fluids, a battery port, and a charging port.
  • Artificial vocal chords
• Bioware
  • Skinweave - medium strength white skinweave that defend up to most pistol and revolver cartridges from doing major damage, however internal damage may still occur. covers all except his face which is just a regular breathable cloth covering.
• Cyberaudio
  • Cyberdrums - replacement eardrums that he can adjust the volume on.
  • Radio scanner - can listen in on radio broadcasts from simple music stations to secure frequencies in his left ear if he turns it on.
• Cyberlimbs
  • prosthetic left leg. Simple design and just handles standard human movement, no frills.
  • Left prosthetic arm houses a large capacitor in the forearm. Was a standard arm prosthetic until modified by Jarred. Touching his thumb to his ring and pinky finger make a connection to turn on a small generator in his arm that charges up the capacitor that will unleash its charge to anything that arcs through the tips of his index and middle finger, creating a high voltage stun gun essentially.

Weapons:

• Dual stack 1911 (.45) with one standard 15 round magazine for ease of carrying and two 30 round extended magazines. Has an ergonomic grip, and night sights. Holstered under his left arm under his jacket with the two spare mags under his right.
• Sawed off over and under 12 gauge shotgun with the stock cut down to the grip holstered to his right thigh loaded with buckshot. He has a pouch for extra shells at his back right hip that holds 16 more buckshot in red shells and 8 slugs in a yellow shells.
• Main rifle is an all weather 45/70 lever action rifle. It is modified to to fold in half so that he can conceal it under his coat and behind his back in a sheath he made for it. It also has a modified feed tube that carries four chambers of four cartridges loaded in each chamber. After four shots he rotates to a new chamber and continues. To reload, he releases the tube, stores it, and replaces it with another. He has a total of four tubes, all four holstered in a left thigh rig. He keeps around 10 extra extreme penetration rounds on the left side of his belt, normally used for taking out large game, like elephants, or in his case, heavily armored targets.
• K-bar combat knife sheathed horizontally behind his back, under his coat and attached to his belt.

Gear:

• gas mask with air tank that he can turn on and off for either hazardous or underwater use, otherwise just uses filters which he only places on when needed, carries three.
• Small palm computer with a multi port for varied connections. Has a small screen and fold out keyboard, mainly used for hacking into computers. He uses this instead of an integral device so that if he is counter hacked, it wont be his body that gets hacked.
• Pouch with various tools in it that he carries around to do maintenance on his body.

Armour: None aside from his skinweave.

Background:
Jarred grew up with a love for creating things and working with computers, becoming a young prodigy when it came to engineering and programming before even going into college. He quickly got a job at a minor corporation in prosthetic development called Paramount Prosthetics. When noticing the quality of his creations, another larger company tried contacting Jarred to come work for them. This didn't sit well with the one he already worked with, and they devised a way to try to keep the rights to his work for good. One day, on the way to showcase some of his work, the autopilot vehicle took a turn through a seedier part of town, and the vehicle was bombed by what seemed to be random thugs looking to steal some tech. It turned out that they were actually hired by the CEO of the corporation he worked for. The plan was to kill him in what seemed to be an unfortunate accident, blaming the outlaws for trying to steal tech as their alibi. The explosion should have killed him, leaving very little of his body left. However, a ripperdoc from the corporation he was thinking about joining found him first, who was on the way to his place of work with an armed team to 'extract him' from his old company. Tipped off by a paid informant, they knew to find him here instead. Luckily for them, all they had to do was deal with a few run of the mill outlaw trash to get to him. The doc ended up putting him back together, what was left anyway, and recreate the majority of his body artificially. Though none of it was fancy, and it would require upkeep, the tech implanted into him should keep him alive for now. In return, the ripperdoc wanted him to go into the combat zones and acquire whatever high cost or valuable scrap from other corporations he could from the area so that he could bring it back and try to reverse engineer their tech. He threatened Jarred owed his life to the corporation's service since they saved him, that if he didn't the doc would blow him sky high, informing him of an explosive inside of him that ran a system check regularly for the parts he placed in him. If any were missing during that check, 'boom'.

For the time being, Jarred agreed. However, a few months went by, and Jarred had put more and more research into figuring out the ins and outs of the bomb inside him during his off time. When the doc wasn't around, Jarred snuck into his office and hacked into his old computer, stealing any data the doc had on him. With the information he found, he was able to access the coding for the bomb using administrative rights to keep it from thinking someone else accessed it, and shortly after deactivating it, he removed it from his body. With a little time to spare, he ended up tinkering with the bomb a bit more before leaving. While he walked out the door of the main building, the doc was returning, cussing him out for still being here instead of out collecting more scrap. The Doc continued saying he was lucky that he hadn't detonated the bomb in him yet. Jarred apologized and started leaving in a hurry. It wasn't till he was about a block away that he knew the doc had accessed his computer, because when he did, there was a large explosion blowing out a few windows on the floor the doc's office was on. Sounded like freedom to him. Now, time to go find some old friends from work... but first, back to the combat zone for some.... supplies.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Awesome, will modify the story when i can and let you know when i get it updated@Hekazu

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Welp, here goes, hope y'all like it, let me know what I need to change or back off on because I know there is probably something, haha

I tried to keep most his weapons and such to simple guns. the most unique aspects are his left arm and how he can see. I figured the way he hears and can tune into radio frequencies to be kinda easy to do

Jarred

Name: Jarred Greaves

Appearance:

body

clothes

Personality:
Pretty carefree and mischievous, often putting his nose where it doesn't belong. One of the few things he doesn't care for discussing is his body, which he makes sure to never reveal to anyone. Although he is a bit of a joker, it doesn't keep him from knowing when to act a bit more serious.

Cyberware:

• Neuralware
  • Echo Vision - Sonar feed that uses inaudible rapid sonar pings that feed a monocolor real world image into his mind in place of his eyes. Cheaper than replacing his eyes, these pulses are directional to which way he is facing to create a visual cone similar to human eyes.
  • Nerve processor - enables movement and function of all non-organic replacement parts as if it wear his own body. linked to the brain
• Implants
  • Vial storage - stores different vials of fluid needed for his body to function, including nutrition, lubrication, and another compartment for emergency power cells.
  • Kinetic charger - charges his internal power cell through movement.
  • Maintenence ports - a number of ports throughout his body for mainenance fluids, a battery port, and a charging port.
• Bioware
  • Skinweave - medium strength white skinweave that defend up to most pistol and revolver cartridges from doing major damage, however internal damage may still occur. covers all except his face which is just a regular breathable cloth covering.
• Cyberaudio
  • Cyberdrums - replacement eardrums that he can adjust the volume on.
  • Radio scanner - can listen in on radio broadcasts from simple music stations to secure frequencies in his left ear if he turns it on.
• Cyberlimbs
  • prosthetic left leg. Simple design and just handles standard human movement, no frills.
  • Left prosthetic arm houses a large capacitor in the forearm. Was a standard arm prosthetic until modified by Jarred. Touching his thumb to his ring and pinky finger make a connection to turn on a small generator in his arm that charges up the capacitor that will unleash its charge to anything that arcs through the tips of his index and middle finger, creating a high voltage stun gun essentially.

Weapons:

• Dual stack 1911 (.45) with one standard 15 round magazine for ease of carrying and two 30 round extended magazines. has a ergonomic grip, and night sights on it. Holstered under his left arm under his jacket with the two spare mags under his right.
• Sawed off over and under 12 gauge shotgun with the stock cut down to the grip holstered to his right thigh loaded with buckshot. He has a pouch for extra shells at his back right hip that holds 16 more buckshot in red shells and 8 slugs in a yellow shells.
• Main rifle is an all weather 45/70 lever action rifle. It is modified to to fold in half so that he can conceal it under his coat and behind his back in a sheath he made for it. It also has a modified feed tube that carries four chambers of four cartridges loaded in each chamber. After four shots he rotates to a new chamber and continues. To reload, he releases the tube, stores it, and replaces it with another. He has a total of four tubes, all four holstered in a left thigh rig. He keeps around 10 extra extreme penetration rounds on the left side of his belt, normally used for taking out large game, like elephants, or in his case, heavily armored targets.
• K-bar combat knife sheathed horizontally behind his back, under his coat and attached to his belt.

Gear:

• gas mask with air tank that he can turn on and off for either hazardous or underwater use, otherwise just uses filters which he only places on when needed, carries three.
• Small palm computer with a multi port for varied connections. Has a small screen and fold out keyboard, mainly used for hacking into computers. He uses this instead of an integral device so that if he is counter hacked, it wont be his body that gets hacked.
• Pouch with various tools in it that he carries around to do maintenance on his body.

Armour: None aside from his skinweave.

Background:
Jarred grew up with a love for creating things and working with computers, becoming a young prodigy when it came to engineering and programming before even going into college. He quickly got a job at a minor corporation in prosthetic development called Paramount Prosthetics. When noticing the quality of his creations, another larger company tried contacting Jarred to come work for them. This didn't sit well with the one he worked with, and they devised a way to try to keep the rights to his work for good. One day, on the way to showcase some of his work, the autopilot vehicle took a turn through a seedier part of town, and the vehicle was bombed by what seemed to be random thugs looking to steal some tech. It turned out that they were actually hired by the ceo of the corporation he worked for. The plan was to kill him then and there in an unfortunate accident, blaming the outlaws for trying to steal tech as a cover up. The explosion should have killed him, leaving very little of him left, but a ripperdoc from the corperation he was thinking about joining found him first, on the way with a team to 'extract him' from his old company. Luckily for them, all they had to do was deal with a few run of the mill trash from under the city to get to him. The doc ended up putting him back together, what was left anyway. Other than that he had to recreate the majority of his body. Though none of it was fancy, and it would require upkeep, it should keep him alive for now. In return, the ripperdoc wanted him to go into the combat zones and scrap whatever high cost scrap from other corperations he could from the area and try to reverse engineer their their tech, threatening him that Jarred owed his life to the corperation's service since they saved him and if he didn't the doc would blow him sky high, informing him of an explosive inside of him that ran a check for the parts he placed in him.

For the time being, Jarred agreed, however, a few months went by, and Jarred had put more and more research into figuring out the ins and outs of the bomb inside him. When the doc wasn't around, Jarred hacked into his old computer, collecting any data the doc had on him. With the information he found he was able to access the coding for the bomb using administrative rights to keep it from thinking someone else accessed it, and then he removed it from his body. With a little time to spare, he ended up tinkering with the bomb a bit more before leaving. When he walked out the door of the main building, the doc was returning, cussing him out for still being here instead of out collecting more scrap, saying he was lucky that he hadn't detonated the bomb in him yet. Jarred apologized and started leaving in a hurry. It wasn't till he was about a block out that he knew the doc had accessed his computer, and he knew he did it to, because when he did, there was a large explosion blowing out a few windows on the floor the doc's office was on. Sounded like freedom to him. Now, time to go find some old friends from work... but first, back to the combat zone for some.... supplies.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

I see y'all don't have a hacker/tech and machine savvy character yet. It would make sense that he could do that if he filled that tole, right? think I'm just about ready to start up a cs.

oh and @SleepingSilence thanks for the tip, option 4 it is!

the first picture (the one in all white) is essentially is his body/bodysuit. but yeah, he keeps that covered as much as possible

essentially, he has to do maintenance on it regularly to keep it going. there are compartments in his body that hold vials of various fluid, some of which he injects into a port at his neck and what not, and that is partially how he keeps going. he cant eat or drink anymore so that is one of the type of vials he makes for himself as well, it
gives him nutrition for whats left of his body. the rest is just maintenance fluids. upon receiving too much damage or not maintaining hid body, it can lock up on him.

EDIT: working on a cs now, but I have to head to work

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

lol, thought so. just kinda took a number of shots to see which one hit the right target. ok first one it is. sounds good to build off of. would it be alright if I said he was slowly replacing parts that he was given with his own found parts or would that be a big no/ red flag to the other guys

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

I had three ideas really, but i only want to do one character. first idea was more of a guy who lives/wanders the combat zones for resources. He is the main one i have in mind actually as I have thought about him more.
There was an accident that maimed his body, and he ended up building himself a new one, but he is so ashamed of the state his body is in the he hides it under clothes and masks
here is his body (his face is behind a thin cloth)

Hider

as far as what he wears it would most likely have a post apocalyptic feel as he scrounged it from the combat zones
having trouble deciding what he wears

option1

option2

option3

option4

I don't have much thought on his skills and weapons yet though.

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other idea i had was this guy

Hider

which I was thinking that thing on his shoulder could be some type of directional emp device.

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last one is the classic hearty tanky guy. Ex-military sort who would work heavy security operations. carries a heavy weapon and can deploy a hardlight projection ai that bears shields that he can use to protect other allies or himself. though i think that may be a bit too futuristic, I don't know. he would be a fun one to rp too.

Last one I swear

Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)

Sorry I have been gone for a while, school work and vacation have all blended together alongside the fact that I had no idea what to post about for the longest time. Then I realized I didn't need a long complicated post I just needed to freakin post. I'm sorry I left y'all hanging for so long, I'll try to be better at it.

Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)

Aiden came through the door, dragging his feet. It was a long day at the smithy. With spring coming ever closer, there was a large increase in customers coming in to make sure they had all the tools they needed or to make sure it was repaired and ready for work. He flopped face first onto his bed. "I don't think i can feel my arms." he joked to Brisa, "Could you check to see if they are still there? one may have fallen off in the street." He sat up with a smile.

"I guess Argurious hasn't made it home yet." He said looking around the room. "I swear, everyone in the town is coming to the smithy getting prepped for the springtime. How has your day been, Brisa?"

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Howdy y'all, I was just poking around in here and just wanted to say I was interested if y'all had room for another. I honestly don't know much about the cyberpunk 2020 universe though to say for certain what all specific things a character would have, but I will try to do my best and I am always open to making necessary changes to fit the world, so if I make a cs, don't be afraid to really rip into it.