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NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

lurking but drowning with school, will see what the future brings

NEO-TOKYO: State of Disarray - Cyberpunk RP

Is this a vaporwave kind of cyberpunk, eurodance kind of cyberpunk, or glitch mob kind of cyberpunk

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Blue Deeveed

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"Breathe for a sec, Blue." Bonk's muffled voice from her pocket did not convince her to breathe. She hated small talk. Her extremely limited number of friends had all been forged through professional relationships turned drinking buddies, or fire-forged through trials of the Wal. This...was torture.

Still, it was something. She looked up at the newcomer. FabGlam, androgynous. Shaved head, absurd eyebrows. Fairly par for the course where Health and Beauty was concerned. She ignored Bonk's words: he was never loud enough for anyone else to hear, and she didn't want anyone to think she was crazy or anything. "Used to be from Elec. Then they left me behind."

Well that was dark. Blue kicked herself mentally, noting with some irritation that her foot refused to stop tapping. "Sorry, sort of a sore subject. I'm from here and there, now. Sort of a traveler, y'know? I help people with their problems, and sometimes they help me with mine too." She pulled out Cazette, the crossbow, and carefully set it on her lab. It was unloaded, of course, but good trigger-discipline never hurt anyone. "Problems were made to be solved."

Something about that was hilarious to Bonk, who laughed through the fabric with a hearty guffaw. After a second, she laughed too. So much dramatic positioning! "I really just make incredible things for people who pay me. That's my talent."

"What's a FabGlam doing so far from Health and Beauty?" Bonk asked. Blue paused: it was a good question, so she repeated it, adding "No offense, but aren't you meant to be lording over your cul--sorry, Uglies?"

Walmageddon: Shopping Spree [CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

Blue Deeveed

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PERSONAL ACCOUNT

NAME: Blue Deeveed

GENDER: Female

DEPARTMENT: Ex-Electronics

AGE: 25

APPEARANCE:

Blue only has a few clothes, and has taken to heat-blasting the few she does own in an attempt to get them clean when water is unavailable. Her goggles are always around her neck, even while she sleeps. Her hair is threaded with neon-luminescent strands that glow in the absence of light, though they can be turned off via a switch at her belt.

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RESUME

Once upon a time, Blue was what one might call a 'Tron prodigy. In a world of sparks, metal, and flashing lights, she picked up the Learned Nye's teaching faster than any of her peers. In the Wal, one learns fast or dies fast, but Blue learned the fastest. during her childhood, she was member of the Tribe of Lonex, who believed in throwing their young into brutal work weeks with impressive turnaround. This resulted in plenty of childhood creations--most of which didn't work at all--and a healthy helping of anxiety and stress. A Lonexer never had time to process: there was always work to be done, machines to strip, machines to design, etc.

As her ability became apparent, so to did the expectations required of her. In her teenage years, Blue began to recede from tribal life, so busy was she with working on the next project planned by the Elders. Her reputation and fame grew, even as her mental health dropped further and further. Her father, Great Sam bless him, did what he could, but he was often away on Tron-raids, and so she learned not to rely on him.

Then, disaster. While on a raid of her own, the first she had been a part of for a long while, she was cut off by a trio of angry, angry Smiling One cultists. Her tribe--her entire point for living, working, and creating--left her for dead. That was the first crack in the glass of her mind. So far, the only one. After a near-suicidal 'Tron attack saved her from almost certain death, she limped across the Wal in a desperate attempt at reuniting with her tribe.

But it was no use. Alone, hungry, and worse, running low on power, Blue nearly gave up on life entirely before the voice spoke to her. It was small and soft, but insistent. Something inside her drove her onward, to find that voice, get her shit together, and maybe find out where she spited the great Lonex such that he had smote her so.

The voice turned out to be a small man. He didn't move when she approached, nor when she picked him up, but he spoke to her all the same. His perpetual smile and kind words soothed her troubled mind, and for the first time in weeks, she began to pull the fragments of her thoughts back together.

She was Blue Deeveed, expert 'Tronsmith. She had done incredible things for her people, and had devoted her life to the progression of science, as she had been told. And what had it gotten her? A tribe who'd turned on her at the first sign of trouble, despite being armed with tools she'd built for them. Lonex hadn't saved her--she'd saved herself, with a little help from the man who called himself Bonk.

That was her turning point. For the years after that, Blue struck out on her own, drifting from department to department like the wind from the great fans of the Ceiling. She survived through her wits, and by making deals with anyone who needed her expertise. Her reputation had somehow spread even further than she'd expected: after her stint with the Meat department devising an automation process for sharpening their hooks, she realized that anyone in the Wal could have use of her talents.

She was Blue Deeveed, and she would become a legend greater than Lonex himself. But to do that, she had to survive.

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RECEIPT

PERSONAL GOAL: Blue will be legend. The entirety of the Wal will know her, like Great Sam himself. She will map every corner, scale every shelf, and find out what lies beyond the walls of the Wal. All of these things, and more, in time. The Lonex will rue the day they left her out to dry, as she eclipses them to be greater than they ever dreamed.

LIKES:
+Tinkering
+Neon Lights
+Powerful 'Tron
+Electronic mice
+Music with guitar in it
+Bonk

DISLIKES:
-Neon items which are not lights
-Disciples of Edison
-Tribe of Lonex
-Irregular noise patterns
-Folding Chairs

REPUTE: Blue was well known within Lonex-and indeed the whole of Electronic--before her abandonment. That is not to say she was well-liked: as mentioned, Blue was reclusive. Even among her own people, she saw few and spoke with fewer. There was no real love between her and her tribe, but they understood that her talent and creativity were essential to their growing dominance. In the face of death, however, their true loyalty (self-preservation) was revealed.
(We've been asking a lot about how your character looks at the world, so, let's reverse it around. How does the world view your character? What status does your character have in the world?)

HEEL: Her greatest strength is her greatest weakness: Blue is driven by a need to outdo her peers. This is a hallmark of the Electronic tribes, but her isolation and constant projects have pushed this need to absurd levels. If there is a hint of something broadening her horizons or improving her reputation, Blue will find it hard to turn down.

CODE: Blue's friends are few and far between. Namely, there is Bonk, and some of the kinder souls she's met during her pilgrimage to greatness. After her abandonment, she swore to never abandon a friend in need, even at risk to herself. She was better than the Lonex, and would not stoop to their level of cowardice.

QUIRKS: To briefly break the fourth wall, we observe--of course--that Bonk is not alive. And yet, Blue believes him to be so, and carries the small toy man with her at all times. Her hair is also unique, in that she is constantly weaving in strands of different lights and technology. The lights can be of many different colors, or none at all: a pure white light.

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PERFORMANCE REVIEW

Maker
► Blue is an inventor, a creator, and a tinkerer. Anything she is given is viewed by her as its component forms, and she carries around a set of small tools in her bag at all times. Nothing massive: a shining multitool, a pair of pliers, etc, but enough that she is able to make quick work of many things she finds during her misadventures. In fact, some who have watched her work believe that her bag must be blessed by the Great Sam himself, as any tool she needs appears to already be inside.

Weaponsmith
► Furthermore, Blue was a 'Tronsmith. She knows of the three Pillars of Nye, Electricity, Mechanery, and Reactivity. She uses this knowledge to brutal effect, crafting gleaming works of hodge-podge art that can down a dire pigeon in one shot, assuming one has the batteries to power it.

Magic Hands
► A catch-all term for the incredible dexterity and steadiness of Blue's hands, combined with great sleight of hand technique. Blue's hands are her artist's brush, and dealing a deck of cards will never be as beautiful after watching Blue's false cut.

GROCERIES

(Your character's equipment. Include as many things that you think are necessary for your character. I want the most wacky shit you can come up with. But, be reasonable, however. Don't make your character carry a microwave that can turn into a nuclear bomb.)

Kriver
► Blue's primary Tron. A gleaming hulk of silver and black metal. A Lightning Shotgun overclocked to hit anything within ten feet with a blast of lightning strong enough to fry a Dire Dog whole. Kriver requires a change of batteries after every firing, and so is often the last resort in any firefight. Devastating, with absolutely no finesse.

Cazette
► Blue's non-Tron weapon, a potent crossbow that fires razor blades through a series of multiple strings and pulleys. More accurate than Kriver, generally more accurate, and the rate of fire is high. Battery requirement is fairly low. A Freelance repairman helped her design the wooden parts of the device, while she constructed the Tronic parts (a rudimentary aiming system and auto-reloader, for example). Prone to jamming.

Bonk
► Blue's best friend and guardian. Oftentimes Bonk will wake her if danger is near, or alert her in a low voice to an oncoming threat. She protects him, and he protects her. The only family she has, not that her father is gone.

The Heirloom
► Despite all her other tools, the Heirloom is Blue's prized possession. It is a little 'Tron device with a keyboard, a mysterious source of charge, and a retracting cable. It is the key to her success, and Blue uses the Heirloom to get the internal components of her Tron to fall to her will. A gift from her father before his untimely demise, few members of Lonex have Heirlooms, instead swapping them between one another as required. In other words, a portable computer Blue uses to program Tron where necessary.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

I like to watch a few things here and there, hop in where I can

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Blue cursed under her breath as the 'Tron in her hands sparked viciously. "Great Sam take this fucking thing." She threw it over the side in a sudden fit of rage, and a minor electric explosion echoed from behind them.

"Easy there, kid." Bonk chided gently, but firmly. "No use getting bent out of shape so early on the trip."

She glanced at him, all small form and bright smile. "And I suppose you think you could do better, eh?"

"'Course not," Bonk said, and his smile grew. "But let's say, hypothetically, that I had decided to drop the second wire there to a ground, instead of leaving it in the system like it is right now..."

A scowl formed on her lips. "We're on a boat, if you haven't noticed. Ground it to what?"

"Easy, easy," Bonk said, raising his hands to placate her. "We won't be on the boat forever, right?"

Reluctantly, she ceded the point. It was probably best for her to take a moment to cool off, before she threw something actually important into the Spillway next. Time to make some friends.

She looked up at the others, and her bravado died immediately. Were these the friends she wanted to make? They were all so...different. Some of them looked almost normal, but some of them...well, she'd never met a Dorf she'd liked. She glanced at Bonk, who waved his hands and gave her a thumbs up.

Fine. Blue sighed, setting Bonk in one of her bag's pockets and shuffling over the others. The boat rocked beneath her feet, and the chemical smells around her bolstered her resolve. She would not want to fall in. Eventually she settled by the others. "Where's everyone from?" She winced internally--she was no good at this small talk crap.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

glad this is still going, one of the most interesting ones around

Walmageddon: Shopping Spree [CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

Blue Deeveed

---

PERSONAL ACCOUNT

NAME: Blue Deeveed

GENDER: Female

DEPARTMENT: Ex-Electronics

AGE: 25

APPEARANCE:

Blue only has a few clothes, and has taken to heat-blasting the few she does own in an attempt to get them clean when water is unavailable. Her goggles are always around her neck, even while she sleeps. Her hair is threaded with neon-luminescent strands that glow in the absence of light, though they can be turned off via a switch at her belt.

---

RESUME

Once upon a time, Blue was what one might call a 'Tron prodigy. In a world of sparks, metal, and flashing lights, she picked up the Learned Nye's teaching faster than any of her peers. In the Wal, one learns fast or dies fast, but Blue learned the fastest. during her childhood, she was member of the Tribe of Lonex, who believed in throwing their young into brutal work weeks with impressive turnaround. This resulted in plenty of childhood creations--most of which didn't work at all--and a healthy helping of anxiety and stress. A Lonexer never had time to process: there was always work to be done, machines to strip, machines to design, etc.

As her ability became apparent, so to did the expectations required of her. In her teenage years, Blue began to recede from tribal life, so busy was she with working on the next project planned by the Elders. Her reputation and fame grew, even as her mental health dropped further and further. Her father, Great Sam bless him, did what he could, but he was often away on Tron-raids, and so she learned not to rely on him.

Then, disaster. While on a raid of her own, the first she had been a part of for a long while, she was cut off by a trio of angry, angry Smiling One cultists. Her tribe--her entire point for living, working, and creating--left her for dead. That was the first crack in the glass of her mind. So far, the only one. After a near-suicidal 'Tron attack saved her from almost certain death, she limped across the Wal in a desperate attempt at reuniting with her tribe.

But it was no use. Alone, hungry, and worse, running low on power, Blue nearly gave up on life entirely before the voice spoke to her. It was small and soft, but insistent. Something inside her drove her onward, to find that voice, get her shit together, and maybe find out where she spited the great Lonex such that he had smote her so.

The voice turned out to be a small man. He didn't move when she approached, nor when she picked him up, but he spoke to her all the same. His perpetual smile and kind words soothed her troubled mind, and for the first time in weeks, she began to pull the fragments of her thoughts back together.

She was Blue Deeveed, expert 'Tronsmith. She had done incredible things for her people, and had devoted her life to the progression of science, as she had been told. And what had it gotten her? A tribe who'd turned on her at the first sign of trouble, despite being armed with tools she'd built for them. Lonex hadn't saved her--she'd saved herself, with a little help from the man who called himself Bonk.

That was her turning point. For the years after that, Blue struck out on her own, drifting from department to department like the wind from the great fans of the Ceiling. She survived through her wits, and by making deals with anyone who needed her expertise. Her reputation had somehow spread even further than she'd expected: after her stint with the Meat department devising an automation process for sharpening their hooks, she realized that anyone in the Wal could have use of her talents.

She was Blue Deeveed, and she would become a legend greater than Lonex himself. But to do that, she had to survive.

---

RECEIPT

PERSONAL GOAL: Blue will be legend. The entirety of the Wal will know her, like Great Sam himself. She will map every corner, scale every shelf, and find out what lies beyond the walls of the Wal. All of these things, and more, in time. The Lonex will rue the day they left her out to dry, as she eclipses them to be greater than they ever dreamed.

LIKES:
+Tinkering
+Neon Lights
+Powerful 'Tron
+Electronic mice
+Music with guitar in it
+Bonk

DISLIKES:
-Neon items which are not lights
-Disciples of Edison
-Tribe of Lonex
-Irregular noise patterns
-Folding Chairs

REPUTE: Blue was well known within Lonex-and indeed the whole of Electronic--before her abandonment. That is not to say she was well-liked: as mentioned, Blue was reclusive. Even among her own people, she saw few and spoke with fewer. There was no real love between her and her tribe, but they understood that her talent and creativity were essential to their growing dominance. In the face of death, however, their true loyalty (self-preservation) was revealed.
(We've been asking a lot about how your character looks at the world, so, let's reverse it around. How does the world view your character? What status does your character have in the world?)

HEEL: Her greatest strength is her greatest weakness: Blue is driven by a need to outdo her peers. This is a hallmark of the Electronic tribes, but her isolation and constant projects have pushed this need to absurd levels. If there is a hint of something broadening her horizons or improving her reputation, Blue will find it hard to turn down.

CODE: Blue's friends are few and far between. Namely, there is Bonk, and some of the kinder souls she's met during her pilgrimage to greatness. After her abandonment, she swore to never abandon a friend in need, even at risk to herself. She was better than the Lonex, and would not stoop to their level of cowardice.

QUIRKS: To briefly break the fourth wall, we observe--of course--that Bonk is not alive. And yet, Blue believes him to be so, and carries the small toy man with her at all times. Her hair is also unique, in that she is constantly weaving in strands of different lights and technology. The lights can be of many different colors, or none at all: a pure white light.

---

PERFORMANCE REVIEW

Maker
► Blue is an inventor, a creator, and a tinkerer. Anything she is given is viewed by her as its component forms, and she carries around a set of small tools in her bag at all times. Nothing massive: a shining multitool, a pair of pliers, etc, but enough that she is able to make quick work of many things she finds during her misadventures. In fact, some who have watched her work believe that her bag must be blessed by the Great Sam himself, as any tool she needs appears to already be inside.

Weaponsmith
► Furthermore, Blue was a 'Tronsmith. She knows of the three Pillars of Nye, Electricity, Mechanery, and Reactivity. She uses this knowledge to brutal effect, crafting gleaming works of hodge-podge art that can down a dire pigeon in one shot, assuming one has the batteries to power it.

Magic Hands
► A catch-all term for the incredible dexterity and steadiness of Blue's hands, combined with great sleight of hand technique. Blue's hands are her artist's brush, and dealing a deck of cards will never be as beautiful after watching Blue's false cut.

GROCERIES

(Your character's equipment. Include as many things that you think are necessary for your character. I want the most wacky shit you can come up with. But, be reasonable, however. Don't make your character carry a microwave that can turn into a nuclear bomb.)

Kriver
► Blue's primary Tron. A gleaming hulk of silver and black metal. A Lightning Shotgun overclocked to hit anything within ten feet with a blast of lightning strong enough to fry a Dire Dog whole. Kriver requires a change of batteries after every firing, and so is often the last resort in any firefight. Devastating, with absolutely no finesse.

Cazette
► Blue's non-Tron weapon, a potent crossbow that fires razor blades through a series of multiple strings and pulleys. More accurate than Kriver, generally more accurate, and the rate of fire is high. Battery requirement is fairly low. A Freelance repairman helped her design the wooden parts of the device, while she constructed the Tronic parts (a rudimentary aiming system and auto-reloader, for example). Prone to jamming.

Bonk
► Blue's best friend and guardian. Oftentimes Bonk will wake her if danger is near, or alert her in a low voice to an oncoming threat. She protects him, and he protects her. The only family she has, not that her father is gone.

The Heirloom
► Despite all her other tools, the Heirloom is Blue's prized possession. It is a little 'Tron device with a keyboard, a mysterious source of charge, and a retracting cable. It is the key to her success, and Blue uses the Heirloom to get the internal components of her Tron to fall to her will. A gift from her father before his untimely demise, few members of Lonex have Heirlooms, instead swapping them between one another as required. In other words, a portable computer Blue uses to program Tron where necessary.

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@Mercenary Lord

Oh my god! That was my first ever role play on this site! Long time no see man :)

@Paradoxial

Hey man nice to see you lol

Walmageddon: Shopping Spree [CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

Oh wow I never thought I would see another one of these
roleplayerguild.com/posts/4257853
we'll keep this here for a bit and see what happens