Meleck

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

No, we can build her better!! Lol but, he might have connections is what I was thinking.

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

or maybe a techie?

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

I will read up on the cyberpunk gaming system. Old Shadowrunner, here.

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

So what is the monetary system? Yen, Cred sticks?

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

Amen, it has been crazy

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

Andrew Blare

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“Bloody Hell,” Andrew swore as his data pad chirped out a new work order for him. He knew what it would be before looking at the pad. It was Mrs. Tsao Ming, she probably poured grease down the kitchen drain again plugging the sewer of the entire apartment building. Worse, she probably did it intentionally as she had a thing for Andrew. Sure enough the work order was Ming complaining about the sewers.

He leaned over the card table that functioned as his desk, work shop, and lunch room.
“Fifteen minutes and I would be off, now I get to spend an hour cleaning out curry coated grease,” He said to Tommy his partner who was heading to a new job working for some corp.
Tommy laughed at him and said, “I leave this entire kingdom to you!”
Andrew had been slowly making the garage into a real workshop. He had been building and rebuilding equipment and making parts to fix things.

As Andrew got into the utility truck, turned the key, and then beat on the steering wheel.
“I’m to smart for this.,” he yelled.
The truck started.

Andrew was one of the neighborhood good guy’s. If something broke Andrew would probably help you out.

The sewer project was as bad as he expected. Rotting white chunks of grease filled the line as he cleaned the lines, then he hit something. It had snagged on the line and he was able to pull it back. In the slums people flushed all sorts of things. Drugs, guns, bodies just to name few.
Finding a bag with cash, a vibroblade, and data chips was a surprise. He wrapped the items in plastic and carried it and his gear back out to the truck.

If Mrs. Ming found out what he found the entire building would know. He wanted to keep it quiet.

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

Andrew Blare

Personal Quote: “What did you do to this?”

Name: Andrew Blare

Gender: Male

Race: Black

Nationality: British

Age: 26

Occupation: Facility Support Specialist

Family (optional): Harold and Cynthia Blare parents - dead - low level corporate manager.

Vehicle: Non-description beater of a service truck

Equipment: Tools, data pad, concealed handgun, big wrench

Cybernetics: Mnemonic enhancer, induction datajack (interface with building/vehicles/droids)

Skills: Repair, Craft, Engineering, electronics, theft, programming (not decking)

Personality: Andrew likes to be around people and hang out at pubs. He likes to work out.

• Smart
• Prudent/pragmatic
• Craft
• Greedy

Likes/Dislikes: (What are some things you like and things you don't like?)
Likes: Warm beer, machines, learning new things
Dislikes: Getting shot, things breaking down in a crunch, druggies

Backstory (optional):
Andrew grew up in a corporate household in the Sendero District. His father was a manager in one of the small subsidiaries of Nova Corp. His mother was a personal assistant to an executive. Andrew grew up tinkering with things. He was enrolled to become a mechanical engineer but that dream dies with his parents who were killed during a corporate raid. His parents were accused of corporate espionage after their deaths.

Andrew ended up in the slums working as a building supervisor for a slum landlord. This has given him access to a garage space and some more equipment to fabricate and repair things.

Andrew is able to repair most thing when not under pressure, when pushed things tend to get iffy. He is more inclined to the mechanical repairs. He

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

Will up the age!

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

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Not sure what else I should do for him.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Tao frowned as one gang member took half his sandwich, the half he was eating and another too fries from his plate. Tao had added wasabi to the food to give it some spice and pleasure watching the reactions. He had learned long ago to protect his food. He listened to the briefing and almost choked when he heard his name called out.

He looked at the boss with his normal gang look. Mainly a scowl with words muttered about being used. Blowing something up sounded fun. There isn’t a man alive that does not like a good explosion. It was the added people shooting at you and the fact of what they were blowing up might be a toxic chemical dump that could make people sick in a fairly wide area. He was mostly worried about people shooting at him. One of the assistants slightly held up his stack of unpaid invoices and bills and gave him the stop now look. Her leaning forward a bit distracted his mind enough that he did not really have time to voice a protest.

His mind instantly went to stealing an ambulance, maybe better a fire truck.. What the hell was he thinking?? This was outside of his expertise. Chemistry, was more his thing. Maybe a really hot fire would work as well as an explosion. High temperatures tended to make less toxic smoke and thermite was easy to make.

Tao shot Tsuki a dirty look as his mind went back to flying lead. He sighed dropping some of his sandwich as he went and stood up front with his team member. He had to trust them. The gang let him practice medicine and help people and had saved his life more times than he knew and Tsuki held his markers from the bookies.