Opposition

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Delilah "Della" Amano

[D E L I L A H A M A N O]
[23] | [FEMALE] | [5’4”] | [AB-]

General Information

NAME:
Delilah Amano
“Della” to close friends

ALIASES // TITLES:
"Shaman", "Flux Shaman"

SEX:
Female

AGE:
23

APPEARANCE:
Delilah is by no means an imposing individual. To categorize her as a threat in a large crowd would be a laughable error. Standing at only 5’4” and carrying herself on a lithe and fragile body. Even what little flesh remains on her heavily augmented form, Delilah moves very freely. While glancing upon her leaves watchers with no imposing sense, when one stares into her eyes, shivers may be sent down the spine. Everyone says it— there’s something off-putting about those bright blue eyes. Delilah’s gaze is absent, distant, and almost zombie-like in nature. Even in her moments of greatest excitement, that lingering void hides behind that gaze. Her hair, while varying, is most often kept in a slightly unkempt short style, just reaching her neck. It is most often dyed a slight pink color, but the underlying tones of blonde always pervade through. When she did any work for her old job in public, Delilah had a habit of dying her hair a vibrant blue. This can still be seen sometimes today.

Delilah’s common outfits vary on the day-to-day. It isn’t uncommon, though, to see her sporting some sort of loose-fitting t-shirt and flowing skirt. She keeps a number of leather and techwear jackets on hand for a mixture of fashion and utility. Long black boots complete her look and keep her standing sturdy when hard at work. Delilah often keeps a messenger bag on hand, usually heard rattling with various bits and components of broken tech.

OCCUPATION:
Prior to her work with Campbell in the Reclaim Zone, Delilah was stuck in quite an unorthodox industry. Springing from her love of the Cyber Matrix and her strange connections to Neo-Transhumanist radicals, she worked cracking through various Intrusion Countermeasures Electronics systems for the cell she found herself to be a part of as well as acting as tending to maintenance and general upkeep of the tech utilized by her crew.

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:
While a number of slang teams have been employed by both Campbell and the other team members (Cyber-Security, Hacker, Engineer, Quartermaster, Technology Manager) as well as Delilah herself (Operator, Overseer, Overwatcher, Campaign Team Manager), she is most officially known as the group’s Technician. Delilah has become quite well versed in navigating the intricacies of electronic wiring just as much as she has in running at the speed of bioelectric lightning in Labyrinth. When it comes to dealing with the management of technology, the wider net whether black hat or white hat, Delilah is the person to go to. This more passive role in the public eye has also caused a number of more active duties to be relegated to her. Delilah often manages team communications and oversees operations in the field by ensuring a well-connected set of operatives.

Psychological Profile

Forthright | Incisive | Excessive | Inattentive | Mischievious | Enigmatic

PERSONAL GOAL:
A part of Delilah’s mind will always be fragmented by the plague-like thoughts that were essentially implanted into her by the Neo-Transhumanist movement. Above all else, Delilah finds herself. She is the center of her own reality and that reality itself is faltering right alongside the Earth as it rocks on its hinges. A small part of her wants to keep it together— to stop her mind from crumbling— but consciously Delilah reaches only towards that greater goal. She knows that potential lies inside of her, if only she were able to further augment, improve upon, and extrapolate that self. Her interest in cybernetic enhancement as well as other forms of human enhancement have become a ravenous obsession. She seeks only to improve; only to close the distance between man and machine.

Of course, there is reasoning behind Delilah’s obsessions, and looking deeper into them only reveals another esoteric motivation. Something cracked within her during the AI Crisis and Delilah has never been the same since. Having seen the distant secrets of the Cyber Matrix and the unsolvable puzzle of Labyrinth, Delilah fancies herself a modern-day frontier explorer, traversing cyberspace with endorphin-fueled enthusiasm. To gaze upon the eternal coded landscape brings shivers to her spine. There always was a reason that the best netrunners and cyber-jockeys were compared to Icarus… Delilah ignored it.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:
Put in its simplest terms, when Delilah found herself at a loss for work or contacts that could get her work, she tried to proceed on her own, farming her own credits through the Matrix, but as Labyrinth took over, everyone’s understanding is starting fresh. New ICE and new techniques are required. Delilah likely wouldn’t have tried to find other work if she didn’t have to, but Neurosynth is an expensive drug costing a world of credits or even more on the streets. With her fate lost in the winds, Delilah finds herself without any greater cause but those that are personal to her. Due to the political nature of her past work, she can’t help but feel that this is wrong. She wants to show others her ideology so that they too may relish in it. Under the assumption that she can influence Campbell to support her strange philosophies is only a second goal, really. Ever present in her mind, the thought of greater augmentation looms, and to accomplish anything of the sort, Delilah needs money.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:
As fragmented as her very mind, it is clear to tell that Delilah has a rather abstract personal philosophy. Bordering on the edge of visionary and brainwashed, Delilah reaches constantly towards the next level of Humanity and elevating the mind. She is a chaotic spirit, and intends to aim for the total annihilation of anyone who wishes to prevent her own enlightenment. As individualist as Delilah is, she does understand the crushing power of the collective. After all, she joined the campaign team for a reason. Despite how inhumane some of her thoughts may seem, Delilah is filled with relatively good intentions (all of them good in her eyes). The morality of her ideals does get a little muddied in her evangelical expression and mystical fervor of them. Delilah believes herself to be onto something that could only impact Humanity positively whether now or thousands of years from now. She is nonetheless off-putting to many of the people she meets, for Delilah sees something greater in the machine and the Labyrinth. One might go as far to say that her intentions border on the occult.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:
The derivatives that molded the political mindset that Delilah harbors is very clear. In working with the most radically minded Neo-Transhumanists, she has embraced the culture of inheriting the machine. Put simply, she believes augmentation benefits all parties involved, whether forcible, unregulated, or voluntary. The bureaucratic tape barring people from exploring augmentation as an art rather than a business bring Delilah a certain sense of aggression towards those in power. A great portion of her more human side owes its genesis to the influence of the HyperHuman Party and the monks. Delilah sees something beyond ones and zeros in the humming in the liquid crystal displays that surround her. It’s almost as though there are spirits to the machines of the world, and interconnecting with those spirits provides harmony.

In this very dual perspective that plagues Delilah’s mind, she is often conflicted in her own dissonant ideologies. On one hand, she seeks ultimate self-elevation, risking life and limb to keep her goals above all others. On another, she sees the power of augmentation and technology in her own hands and can only speculate about the greatness that would come if the world itself had her knowledge.

SECRETS:
►Brainwashed
Working with the most devious and ill-intending minds of the Neo-Transhumanists has left Delilah with a very skewed view of the world. She maintains that secrecy and cutthroat frame of mind that was instilled within her as she was brought up by her cell. However powerful it may be, that destructive and manic side of overpowering her enemies remains deep down in Delilah. When it comes to speaking on it or even mentioning her past work with the NTP, she would never openly do so.

► A Race Towards Death
As simple as it may seem, Netrunning is a dangerous game. Traversing the Cyber Matrix and Labyrinth in Total Immersion can have entirely ignored effects on the body. When one is unable to feel reality at all, the strain on the body is immense, especially during times of stress. Additionally, high class mavericks and netrunners have been known to tread a thin line between massive bursts of adrenaline during strenuous connections and death. Flatlining is becoming more and more common as netrunners venture across the enigmatic Labyrinth. Delilah likes to think there are few jockeys who handle a cyberdeck like her, but what costs may emerge in the future?

FEARS:
► Mind Slicer
Delilah would never admit it, but somewhere in the back of her head, she feels like she knows what’s coming. She feels herself falling and has no idea where she’ll end up, but a severed mental state is certainly something she wishes to stave off. Often this manifests as a desire for control over her life in all its aspects.

► T H E G R E A T B E Y 0 N D
Having spent more time in the Cyber Matrix and Labyrinth than 95% of the population, Delilah fancies herself as one of the keepers of the Net’s secrets. In her vast knowledge, though, she understands the dangers and mysteries that exist within and ignores them. Something within her knows that however powerful she becomes, she will never outlive the cyberscape. It will best her in the end, so she jockeys with caution.

REPUTATION:
While the majority of the Reclaim Zone recognizes Delilah as nothing more than an unknown entity, there is a select circuit of individuals that frequent the ‘Netrunner’ bars and clubs that look upon her with respect and reverence. She isn’t the best in the game, but she’s known to push limits beyond other Netrunners. ‘Fear isn’t present in her body’, they say. At the same time, not all of Delilah’s reputation has positive connotations. For as much as crazy is respected amongst cyber jockeys, Delilah’s crazy is a different breed. The people of the Reclaim Zone see the unhinged nature of the Netrunner and her nearly-religious ideals. She is most often approached with a weariness, though some of the more respected jockeys in the circuit view her as a friend.

LIKES:
► Technology in all its aspects

► Netrunning

► Adrenaline

► Augmentation

► Revolution

DISLIKES: (Same as above)
► The Government

► Bureaucratic Red Tape

► Limitations

► Neo-Luddite Ideas

QUIRKS:
►Delilah is known for her complete lack of seriousness in the most serious situations.

►Delilah’s strange reverence and connection to machines, the Net, and technology is bordering on cult-like and creepy.

►While she is often the furthest team member from combat at all times, Delilah swears by her threat to brutally kill anyone who messes with her cyberdeck, or messes with her while she is in Labyrinth.

Background Information

”Am I seeking unity, is that what you think? Am I seeking inhumanity? Revolution? Take your best guess. Really, I’d love to hear...”

Unconventional is the only word one could even think of to describe the strange life of the burned terrorist Delilah Amano. Having grown up in the lowest levels of Neo Orleans, anarchic societal standards existed all around the young girl. It wasn’t until the botched attempt of a local gang to raid and take out an opposing squad of gangers in a public apartment complex that Delilah was left without family. Even without her original parents, however, Delilah was not alone. In some fluke of morality, the gangers that saw the child abandoned by their mistakes brought her with them, raising her until they found a place for her. It didn’t take long. As Delilah found herself growing up around the vile actions of the gangers, she maintained herself as something entirely different. Her interest in machinery and technology sparked prodigious revolutions in the equipment and management of simple pieces of the gang. Delilah was by no means an asset, however.

When her specific talents became evident, Delilah would find herself changing families once again. In something in between a sale and an adoption, Delilah was given to an underground organization known as the Crocodile Company for their close relation to the flooded levels of Neo Orleans. The Crocodile Company was a cell of Neo-Transhumanist radical idealists, or in simple terms, terrorists. Their extremist views on technology were perfect to indoctrinate the young Delilah with her strange interests. Before she knew it, she grew up right alongside a series of dangerous operators making political moves that Delilah still doesn’t comprehend. After all, the few jobs she was offered as she grew up were cracking simple and low-stakes ICE software in the Cyber Matrix.

The Crocodile Company did have an overarching goal, though. It wasn’t all just mindless political nonsense. A great deal of the group’s time and effort was directed towards one massive heist that was meant to destabilize the Central Party’s government and start to pry it apart at the seams. To do so was a massive task involving the traversal through Matrix zones across America guarded heavily by ICE, security personnel, and AI. The originally planned day of the heist was put off after a catastrophic incident struck not only the Crocodile Company, but also the whole world. During a massive session of cracking into the Miami Platforms zone, what would soon be called the AI Crisis took place, leaving thousands of rogue AI bringing havoc across the cyberscape. In a chance encounter, one rogue AI discovered the team of Crocodile Company hackers, frying their brains right through their cyberware.

The cause wasn’t so quick to die, however, as the few remnants of the Crocodile Company proceeded with their mission. On the project’s final day, everything was set in motion with Delilah working right alongside the rest of the team due to personnel constraints. Again, their attempt would be lost to futility. It just so happened that by sheer chance that the massive attack coined as ‘The Matrix Incident’ took place on the same night. Not only was the team shut out of most of its connections and unable to proceed, but they were also traced in the massive storm of heightened security that came. There was only one decision the company could make, any of the netrunners that wanted to escape judgement by the law would have to fragment and leave Neo Orleans. Delilah pretended like it wasn’t hard to leave her family to mirror the dead demeanor of her fellow hackers, but her facade was by no means convincing.

Delilah fled to South City where she began to live out of an old abandoned factory apartment complex. In her time there, she began to set up as much of a makeshift base of operations as she could, still somewhat aligning herself to her old company. The days turned into years, and it became evident that the company would honor its pact never to contact one another again. Despite her great allegiance to her family, Delilah finally started to realize that disturbed motives of the outcast hacker collective. Perhaps in a fit of self-reformation, she signed on with Campbell as one of his first employees.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS:
►APEX Cyberarm Prosthesis [Chimera Series] and FuryTech Cyberleg Prostheses [Ronin Model]
Throughout her life, Delilah has been preached to about the harmony of cybernetics and has spent most of her earnings towards further augmentation. This manifests most obviously in her three augmented limbs. Her APEX Chimera Series Prosthesis is one of Delilah’s most treasured enhancements. Picking APEX’s model that offers a more specialized quickness and greater articulation of combat abilities, the Chimera Series model is designed to be flashy and fashionable. Her FuryTech Ronin Model prostheses are built rather similarly as a mixture of FuryTech’s usual combative and actively powerful cybernetics with a more high class and practical model.

►Modified Engitech Internal Diagnostic Injector Collection
This array of injectors, syringes and other medical tools was originally meant to be housed in an Engitech prosthesis, but with a lot of jury-rigging Delilah managed to outfit her APEX arm with the lower quality tech. Expanding outward from the limb’s housing on command, a number of various ‘elixirs’, syringes, and simple medical tools can be on hand at any time. Delilah’s motivations for such an augmentation are much more self-serving than one might think, however. That much is evident as she chose the ‘auto-injector’ model.

►The Prophet Array
This esoteric bit of disruptor cyberware was procured by Delilah in a rather peculiar way. Rather unceremoniously after the impact of the AI Crisis on the Crocodile Clan, top level operatives were desecrated as their grafted cyberware was removed and dolled out to the remaining company members. In her emotionally scarred and fragile state, the company attempted to almost bribe Delilah for her trust again. This was how she acquired a full body augmentation known as ‘The Prophet Array’. Housed mainly in the brain, this mysterious work of art was created by Amalgamation and somehow ended up in the hands of the Crocodile Company’s head netrunner. The neurolink implanted in the E-Brain registers projected signals of imagination onto reality and translates them into code that is then sent to a variety of discreet projectors along the user’s limbs and body. This allows Delilah to project holographic images onto the world around her. While these images are rather difficult to create and the process is even harder to master, its utility is astounding.

►APEX Cyberdeck Cognition Integration Unit
When it comes to integrating with Labyrinth, every corporation on the market vies for control over the best technology available. Interface times, lack of side effects, and discreet microsofts are all highly sought after, but few companies do it like APEX with their Cyberdeck CIU 999. Offering the user a full cyberdeck interface as well as a number of microsofts along the base of the skull provides seamless connection with the E-Brain. This augmentation allows Delilah to access Labyrinth with any compatible cyberdeck and allows interface with information through her microsoft ports.

EQUIPMENT:
►Amalga Cyberdeck Rigging
While Delilah prizes her Cyberdeck above any of her other possessions, it really doesn’t look to fit in with the rest of her sleek and aesthetic cybernetics and technology. The Amalga Cyberdeck was made specifically for operatives of the NTP underground and was made viable for extreme modification and customization. Of course, this all comes at the cost of only being as powerful as the user allows. It can usually be outperformed by more expensive and quality decks. But is it the deck or the user that matters?

SKILLS:
►Net Sprint
Having lived her life for the cyberscape, Delilah is often unparalleled when it comes to cracking into cybersecurity and manipulating Labyrinth. Whenever someone needs something that can be accessed on or relies upon Labyrinth, Delilah is the one to go to. Her netrunning art borders on psychotic obsession.

►Machinist
The Crocodile Company supported the Neo-Transhumanist Party above all else, and in the fervor that is the NTP, countless esoteric gadgets and pieces of tech are utilized to achieve success. As such, Delilah has learned quite a bit about robotics and the upkeep of various high-level technology. She acts as a repair technician and engineer for much of the campaign team’s equipment when asked. She often jumps at the chance to do so.

►Cognitive Access
Due to her heavily augmented brain and augmented microsofts, Delilah has access to a massive array of information that she can freely recall. This intellect often helps when she is acting as an overwatch for any field operatives. Whether they need simple facts or specific knowledge from one of her specialties, she likely has a microsoft node for the job.

FLAWS:
►Addiction
Delilah’s crippling dependence on Neurosynth isn’t the only addiction that attacks her body regularly. Delilah has also experimented with her fair share of street drugs (particularly Mente Scindendris) and E-Drugs. This has left her with both physical and psychological addictions that skew her thoughts on a daily basis.

► Crumbling Mind
In a normal day’s work, Delilah is already separated from her own reality as is. Add in a mixture of Neurosynth shortages, E-Drug addictions, hardcore netrunning, and the ever-approaching onset of SPECS, Delilah is starting to see the effects of her deteriorating mind and ignoring them. SPECS, while she often refuses to admit it, has already had a profound effect on Delilah, expedited in its process by a drug called Mente Scindendris. This dissonant fragmentation that occurs in the girl’s head most often manifests as a questioning of her own reality and identity. You’ll be damned to try and get her to admit that she needs help, however.

►Cyber Death Imminent
Netrunning is a dangerous sport and an even more dangerous art. Those who delve too deeply into the most complex portions of Labyrinth often see their bodies crumbling in actual reality. While dehydration and muscle atrophy are common symptoms of overusing cyberdecks, things get much worse when Netrunners begin living their lives in the dangers of the cyberscape. Any particularly arduous tasks inside a cyberdeck can leave users with irregular heartbeats for days at a time, hallucinations, and in the worst cases, flatline users altogether. Delilah sees the dangers and disregards them. How far could death in the cyberscape really be?

NOTES:

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𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

It's not anything spectacular but I'm proud of her. She's gone through a lot of renditions and tweaks but this is the version I've settled on. I wrapped most of this sheet up in the wee hours of the morning in order to make the deadline and not interfere with the plans put in motion so please forgive the rough edges. I'm 100% open to any input so feel free to let me know how you feel about her.

Taryn Weaver

[Taryn Weaver]

[34] | [FEMALE] | [5’9] | [O+]

General Information

ALIASES // TITLES: Eliza Larson, Lara Arlington, Lena Strauss, Vera Blackwater // The Iron Wolf

APPEARANCE:
Taryn has a strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders and slim hips. She has grayish green eyes and hair that is curly, black and naturally oily, falling just passed her ears.

OCCUPATION:
“I was the one you called when you didn’t want to get your hands dirty. Now I’m not sure who I am.”

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:
Able to be used as required. Taryn can provide security, tinker, or snoop on competitors. She’s not picky so long as she’s kept busy.

Psychological Profile

Confident | Athletic | Courageous | Blunt | Callous | Sociable

PERSONAL GOAL: Choosing to lay low after her departure from her previous employers Taryn is just looking to sustain herself. She's living as comfortably as she can without drawing too much attention to herself, and she's able to earn herself enough cash working freelance that she doesn't really have to want for anything but Taryn has lived her whole life as an enigma. All those years she spent just being a shadow on the wall, and an asset to be called upon and disposed of when the needed have left her feeling empty. Now she's not exactly sure what she wants out of life but she definitely wants to be something more than what she used to be.

CAMPAIGN GOAL: Taryn has only lived in the Reclaim Zone for a few years, long enough for her to see the opportunity in the down trodden streets but not quite long enough for her to feel safe. She worked for some dangerous people, and she didn't exactly leave on agreeable terms. During her time in the Reclaim Zone she's heard Campbell's message, seen him speak. He's someone she didn't really think she'd be turned to but after sometime she's started to agree with him. While Taryn isn't exactly a political person she see's Campbell and his campaign as a way for her to get back in the business but also be a part of something meaningful, not only for her but also the people of the Reclaim Zone.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Having spent most of her life guided only by the moral compass of those that could afford her Taryn never really though too much about the things she was, and wasn't willing to do for money. Her life was always based on competition. If she knew her competitors were augmented she'd try to one up them. If they offered something she didn't she'd try and do one better, and if her competition couldn't be beat then she'd get rid of them. Her life has been and always will be driven by success. There isn't anything that Taryn has devoted her time to that she hasn't put 100% of herself into. She's a hard charger, and an even harder worker. In her line of work if you weren't the best your were nobody, and if you were the best then someone was coming for your spot. At the end of the day Taryn was just a trigger-woman out for herself, because at the time she was the only one that she could trust to keep herself alive.


POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY: Having been behind the curtain Taryn has seen for herself just how deep the corruption of the mega-corporations run. At the time she didn't care, they paid well and more importantly they kept her hands dirty. Now she's not even sure if she cares about their corruption. To her it's just the nature of the beast. With that much money changing hands someone is bound to get greedy and pocket a little extra for themselves. So Taryn doesn't worry about it, she's played her part in the corporate grand scheme and got burned. Now she choices to keep her nose out of corporate politics, but that certainly does not mean she's blind to the nature of the world. She's aware of how corrupt the United States has become compared to its former self. It may have always been bad, but now it's obvious to her that we're all living in the corpse of a rotting nation. With the select few cutting off what edible pieces of meat are still left and leaving the putrid scraps for the rest of us.

That doesn't mean that she may not try to play her part in making things better. As long as there's money to be made, and work to be done she's willing to do what's asked of her just like before after all Taryn knows what she's good at. Except this time around she's inclined to be more selective of her employers.

SECRETS: Taryn has always lived and worked as an enigma. If she ever had to use her name it was a fake so she's not worried up her name being brought up in the wrong circles. Although that doesn't mean her life is without secrets. She's acquired knowledge from working within some of the most powerful corporations in the Derelict City, and given the nature of her departure she's sure to have a price on her head. So for her sake Taryn keeps that part of her life under wraps. To those that inquire about her set of skills and how she acquired them Taryn responds with. "I'm good, and how isn't important."

FEARS: Taryn is afraid of waking up to a loaded gun at her head, or simply not waking up at all. She's certainly gained the attention of all the wrong people back east, and no matter how confident she is with her evasion of them so far she's still not willing to risk it. Even though it's been years since she fled the Derelict City and she's yet to hear even a mention of her previous self in the underground Taryn still fears that her life could be cut short before she's ever given the chance to actually make something out of it.

Taryn also has an unrelenting fear of being alone. Seeing as how she lives by herself she has a terrible time sleeping, and it has honestly been years since she's gotten a full nights sleep. Although this does not lead her into seeking some sort of relationship with someone, she’s just as afraid of being emotionally invested in someone as she is of being alone.

REPUTATION: In the Reclaim Zone Taryn was given a fresh start. No one knows her here and she would prefer to keep it that way. Although Taryn has a seething hatred of inactivity so she's taken to fighting in the Koena Dome. In these fights Taryn has earned the title of "The Iron Wolf" due to her speed and ferocity during a fight, and the ability to take a hit and keep swinging. Outside of the Dome she has very few interactions with people, so very few know who she is when she's not in the ring. Taryn certainly prefers it this way, and doesn't mind hearing people tell stories of her without really knowing who she is. She figures there's no harm in it for now, and the fights are a good way to keep her pockets lined with cash.

LIKES: Americanized Chinese food, working out, fighting, and vintage unfiltered cigarettes,

DISLIKES: Coffee, being alone, self-pity, and inactivity.

QUIRKS: Taryn seldom sits the way you're supposed to in a chair. She insists on stretching out her legs, or kicking the chair back on two of it's legs. She also has a habit of smoking cigarettes even though due to her augments they have very little effect on her, it's primarily the act of doing something with her hands that draws her to it. Which also leads into her always fidgeting while she sits, never staying completely still unless she absolutely has to. Taryn can not just wait, she's has to be doing something so no matter what she'll find something to keep herself occupied.

Background Information

Taryn can barely remember the life she had before her carrier in corporate wet work started. She can faintly remember her parents, who they were, what they taught her, and what they did but she can't for the life of her remember their names. Her only visual reminder of the fact that she had parents is a tattered picture of them that she guards with her life. It's faded with the years but she's always been comforted by their faces, and their note written on the back. "We love you so much and are so proud of you Tyler!" - Love, Mom & Dad

Besides the skills she's learned over the years Taryn keeps her past in the past. As frustrating as it may be for someone that wants to know more about her she doesn't like to talk about herself. Taryn is constantly moving forward trying to escape the life she left behind in the Derelict City choosing to hang onto the memory of her parents so she has an anchor for herself. Something to remind her of a time where she was happy, and that she could hopefully find that happiness again.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS: Taryn has a slew of augmentations that she has acquired over the years in order to keep herself marketable over the course of her career. That being said she always enjoyed the more modest approach to augmentation so while most of her body is augmented she hides most of them under her skin.



APEX Industries Cyberlimbs [Olympian Model IV]
Both of Taryn’s legs from the knees down, and her both arms from the elbow to her fingertips have been replaced with some of APEX Industries most discreet line of prosthesis, at the time. Replacing bone, muscle, and flesh with polymers and steel. Taryn mainly chose to augment her legs due to an injury she received that made walking extremely difficult for her. So while she's had her legs for quite sometime they've still held up well over the years, and with the required care and maintenance should continue to do so for a few more years. It's only apparent that Taryn's limbs are augmented when she chooses to deactivate the cyberskin covering the joints of her cyberlimbs. Also with the increased speed granted by her partial legs could cause problems since her entire legs are not augmented. So she runs the risk of shredding what remaining organic muscle she has if she pushes them too hard, same goes for her arms. It's something that Taryn has always wanted to alter but has yet to make the decision on.

APEX Industries Cyber-C0re Endoskeleton [Atlas Model VI]
In an attempt to counteract the increase strain placed on her body by her augmented arms and legs, as well as to increase the natural resilience of her body Taryn has had an endoskeleton installed. Replacing all of her core bone structure with polymers, steel, and fiber-optics. These include her spine, ribs, sternum, shoulders, and hips allowing her to lift much more weight than a woman of her size would be expected to. It also grants her extreme rigidity, these bones are no longer broken easily and if they are they are most certainly easier to repair. This augment also provides extra shielding to her heart and lungs, allowing Taryn to get a less rugged and more elegant set of lungs and heart.

The only visible contacts for this augmentation are rivets that run along her spine, and hips but for now they're hidden under a layer of cyberskin.

[1] Biotech Cybernetic Heart, & [2] Biotech Lungs
Cutting edge tech paid for by an insanely lucrative contract. Taryn's heart will never stop beating, or at least that's what the warranty said. She's become immune to blood borne pathogens, heart stoppages and irregular heartbeats are no longer something she'll need to worry about for the foreseeable future. Her lungs have increased her stamina, removed the risk of cancers, including the effects of cigarettes. They also possess the ability to operate independent of each other so if one is punctured the other can still function without too many issues. Although over inflation can occur causing damage to or out right destroying surrounding organs and tissue, and with Taryn's endoskeleton she runs the very real risk of crushing her other lung if it over inflates due to the strength of her rib cage.

[1] Engitech Bio-monitor
A sub-dermal display mounted on Taryn's right forearm this augment provides a real-time readout of her common bodily functions like heart rate, blood pressure, blood chemistry, brainwave activity, temperature, cholesterol levels and a number of other miscellaneous bodily functions.

EQUIPMENT:


[1] 5.7mm FMJ Handgun - Holding 15 rounds counting the one in the chamber Taryn's handgun isn't the flashiest piece of firepower but it's what she could afford when she came into South City. She's done enough work involving firearms that she knows what works and what doesn't and in her opinion there are few things that could stop subsequent shots from a 5.7 FMJ, although Taryn prefers to not push her luck in engagements. If it comes down to her having to put rounds down range she aims for the soft spots on her targets, primarily the head, and if she manages to get close enough she'll let her hands take care of them.

SKILLS:

The Iron Wolf - While more of a title than a skill Taryn didn't earn it for no reason. Fighting in the Dome was originally just something Taryn did for fun and some extra cash but she turned out to be very good at it. In a ring where most people are either broken or killed Taryn has taken hits most men would've been knocked out by. She's taken down men twice her size, and refused to give up from a fight. Death isn't something she fears when she knows she can face it on her own terms.

FLAWS:

S.P.E.C.S - Taryn has come to terms with the condition that's starting to effect her body and her mind. Fortunately it started late in her life so she figures she still has a decent amount of time left until she needs to start using Neurosynth to keep her from going over the deep end. Although she blames the disease for the loss of her earliest memories making the possession of her parents photo even more important. Taryn just hopes that by time the disease really hits her she'll be in a better position to take care of herself, and the subsequent addiction that is sure to follow. Although if for whatever reason she isn't she's prepared herself mentally to take her own life than let herself degrade into a mindless husk unaware of who she is.

Sleep Deprivation - Plagued by the inability to enter a deep sleep due to her fear of being killed in her sleep. Taryn has gotten used to it at this point but it's taking a toll on her physically. Even with her augments she's not as sharp or as effective as she could be if she was getting proper rest. With that being said Taryn is easily woken up and some nights won't sleep at all because she's too paranoid to let her guard down. This is something that only came about after she left her previous employer but it could very well be caused by the onset of S.P.E.C.S as well.

NOTES: As far as skills and backstory are concerned I figured I would let them develop over the course of the story. Mainly because I feel like the skills would come more naturally that way, and because I'm horrible at writing a backstory and keeping with it. I don't like to pigeon hole a character with their backstory.

@Prizrak

I do like your new idea of this Koena Dome fighter, but I do think she needs a lot of extrapolation. There is a reason I kept the sheets pretty dense and it's because I want characters to show dynamic change throughout the story, and that is hard to do without a well-built character to begin with. I know backstories can be hard and characters will develop and change, but I encourage development. I am in accord with most of what @The Bork Lazer said. Particularly, I'd want more development on the occupation as it dictates a lot of what the character begins as, the backstory as mentioned above, and most importantly the campaign team position. The whole premise of the RP has each of us specializing and changing in areas that give us active roles in the campaign. This sort of fighter could make a good bruiser or you could try for something like a friend of Campbell's who uses prize money to fund the campaign. No matter the position, we'll all be doing a lot of all sorts of tasks, but I want each person to inherit their unique role. When revised, you'll be gladly accepted into the fold.

This looks like a good one.
Is it too late to join?

I'm interested in making a bartender character who is also a friend and under the table benefactor for the candidate. Light physical augmentations (less combat focused, more on getting away and retaining/spreading/containing information).

Maybe a relationship with the reporter character? Probably as a source. Or as someone to spread misleading information among the clientele. Services of that sort.

@crouchingbacon

Applications have now closed as we are just ready to begin after a lot of waiting. There will be a second phase of characters that I will be bringing in later into the RP, so if you'd like to keep up to date, that will come eventually as things start to settle from the first wave. For now, however, our squad has been determined.

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Okay ladies and gents, I'm writing the first post now. I'm going to start with group 1 and I will try to get the second post done within the next day as well. Again, I can apologize enough for the long wait times. I've been so busy, but my dedication to Futility is pushing me through this. Let's do this! Also, I've created a new character that will be joining the crew in group 1. I'll post her sheet in the character tab, relegating Cass to a more active NPC role.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

@OppositionJ

That's a interesting point to start at. Media Res is always well and fine and I guess there is a lot of potential in this scenario (Voter fraud, gang attack, black-mailing, hijacking etc). I think a live debate in the background between the candidates would have been fine and dandy but hey, you do you.

@The Bork Lazer

I was thinking of something like that generally. Either way, Gatch will be in attendance so it might work better as a sort of final debate and social for whatever semblance of higher class that the Reclaim Zone can muster.

I believe now that I have dealt with all extraneous character applications. I'm going to begin work on a post within the next day or so. (I will likely do one opener for each group to use, so they may be a bit offset.) Other than that, I am also adding one more character to the party myself just to round off our outfit and cover all of the bases I want us to have access to. If any of you are interested in taking on second characters later on in the RP, that can be brought up as well.

Let's do this, team.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Alright my people, let's get down to business.

We will begin on the final day of Campbell's race. For this prologue portion, I'm going to split you into two groups. While the first group will be in close contact with Campbell as he delivers the final address during the last hours of voting and counting of the votes. This will essentially be something of a social/rally setting. Everything's starting to fall into place and it seems like there isn't much left to do, or is there?

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The second group will have a much different dynamic. Following a tip from Campbell/Cass and their informants, the group will further investigate one particular voting station for a part of the Reclaim Zone that is expected to have a low turnout. With whispers of the election being rigged, tension is in the air, but is there any salt to the paranoid claims?

My thoughts right now are to put Alton Harris @AdobeFlash, Proctor Ryke @Firecracker_, and S'venia Skor @MagratheanWhale in the first group. With plans to keep eyes on Campbell and keep his image up to the last second, they'll have to be prepared for whatever may come on the important night in Reclaim's history.

This would leave Mackwell Sloane @The Bork Lazer, Emma Chen @Hour Error, and Cass Cantos in the second group to keep tabs on the strange polling station, uncovering what they can in the unorthodox investigation. Let me know your thoughts about the groups.

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Also, I wanted to bring up that we now have basically a full cast, so now would be the ideal time to develop and flesh out any character connections and relations. I'll be asking a few of you about possible connections with my character in the coming hours.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Hey everyone. I'm really sorry to those of you who are waiting, but this weekend has me completely drowned in work. Additionally, there are a good deal of people who are still trying to squeeze applications in. As such, I'm going to be extending applications to tomorrow. I may be unable to respond to PMs today, but if you have quick questions, I'll try to get back to you.

Again, I'm sorry guys, but Futility is coming very soon!!

Welcome@Firecracker_ who will be joining us.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Alton Harris

[A L T O N H A R R I S]

[31] | [Male] | [5’0”] | [O-]

General Information

NAME: Alton Harris
ALIASES // TITLES: Doc, Chef

SEX: Male

AGE: 29

APPEARANCE: Despite his accolades and bright view on life, it’d be hard to pick out Doctor Alton Harris in a crowd. That’s because he’s about five feet tall. Stocky, short, but standing with his head held high, Alton has crisp hazel eyes that compliment his tan skin and dark hair. Clean shaven, as facial hair would more than likely interfere with more than one of this several occupations. He has a sharp, pointed nose and bushy eyebrows, accompanied by lustrous, even luxurious eyelashes. However, you normally wouldn’t be able to see any of these due to his ubiquitous gas mask.

Alton prefers practicality to style, wearing a black poncho over a thick sweater with several pockets sewn in and heavy denim jeans. He takes on the appearance of a moving black lump, moving along on worn rubber boots. The only skin that’s shown are his hands, which he prefers to keep clean. You can always notice a square bulge in his right pants pocket: A box of latex gloves for whatever...operations he might need to attend to on any given day

OCCUPATION: Alton Harris is a man of many talents, and thus many occupations. Due to a deep, deep feeling of obligation, Alton works restlessly towards helping people in need across the Reclaim Zone in a medical sense. However, this can be….quite taxing on the financial end of things. So, he has a daytime job of a takoyaki chef, serving food and making money. Not a lot, however. Food doesn’t make a lot of money, even during a lunch rush. Though, those involved in the more violent side of things soon realized that becoming regular customers and donating heavy sums to the stand might improve their chances of survival in the long run...if Alton was around and feeling nice enough. But with the value he places on human life, it’d be surprising for him to just leave someone to die.

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION: When he’s not doing his normal job of medical work/restauranteering, Alton is advising Campbell on policies that would help people in the Reclaim Zone live better lives and live longer using safer medical practices than the black market stuff that’s more than common. He also is...just smart in general. And while he doesn’t talk much he holds very strong values. However, he tends to believe in humanity too much, which can lead to betrayal.

Psychological Profile

Optimistic | Kind | Trusting | Intelligent | Strong Moral Compass | Stoic

PERSONAL GOAL: In an attempt to escape drowning in the ever-present despair that has haunted him since that gloomy evening, Alton has dedicated his life to helping as many people as possible. It has resulted in loss, pain, more loss, more pain, and enough poor financial decisions to have an economist throw himself out a window in despair. Well, even though society itself seems to have problems with how Alton does things, he won’t stop doing it. Because that’s just how he is, y’know?

CAMPAIGN GOAL: Between a corporate shill and a crime lord, the Reclaim Zone looked to be getting a whole lot worse a whole lot faster. So, Alton figured that supporting a candidate that seemed morally just and wanted to help people. There’s no real deep meaning to his support. He just wants to keep helping people, and Campbell is the way to do it.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Alton Harris has held a deep belief ever since he was young: Human life is precious. After being shuttled around Metrochicago for most of his childhood, bearing witness to both crimes and humanitarian acts that seemed to accomplish nothing in the long run, he became determined. Determined to ensure acts of kindness would not go unnoticed and definitely ensure they had an effect in the long run. This is what has driven him forward for most, if not all of his life.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY: Alton is entirely apolitical. His world view revolves around morality, ethics, and saving lives as opposed to policy making. He also doesn’t trust himself when it comes to politics, as he has a degree of self awareness when it comes to how easy manipulated he is.

SECRETS: Even a man like Alton can have regrets. Things that keep him up at night. It was a mistake in the heat of the moment, really. Some corporate head rushed in for an emergency surgery at 2 in the morning. His augments...well, not augments. Evidently he had led an odd sort of lifestyle. Maybe he was just born that way. Or maybe Alton hallucinated that fact to cover up his regret. He let a man die that night. Not only that, but he cut a vein...somehow. Equivalent to killing him in cold blood. With a man’s life on his hands he fled Metrochicago.

FEARS: The past...his old life catching up to him. Revealing his sin to the people he considers his friends.

REPUTATION: In Metrochicago, and among corporate heads and investors, he is reviled. His slip up cost over a billion dollars in the long run, and robbed them of profit and ideas they could use to extend their reign in the future. However, Alton is well-loved in the Reclaim Zone due to the fact that he serves hot food and helps patch up people in need. Nobody tries to mess with him because he’s helped more people than most can count.

LIKES: Takoyaki, Helping People, 90s Soap Operas, Spicy Food

DISLIKES: Hot Coffee, Cruelty, Italian Food

QUIRKS: Alton likes the feel of holding a golf club, but despises the sport itself.

Background Information

”Now, this might sting right now, but it’ll be over soon...”

Doctor Alton Harris has never led the most distinguished life. Ever since the beginning, really. Alton Harris was the son of a prostitute. Well, the people are the orphanage, they figured he might’ve been the son of a prostitute. Given the area, given the time, given rumors, it was a given. But that’s really just speculation. All that’s known for sure is that one rainy night, on doorstep of an underfunded overwhelmed Metrochicago orphanage, a baby was left in a cardboard box with a note saying ‘Alton Harris’. A child that would go on to make an amazing series of mistakes.

Well, growing up in a less than caring environment, Alton learned that he shouldn’t speak more than he needed to. And this habit stuck with him through his whole life, really. Bullying was really common where he grew up, and he didn’t want to stick out more than he already did. In the beginning, he was mocked for his height mercilessly. Eventually the bullies moved on, however. But the experience stuck. This mixed with the lack of parental figure present in his life, and the seeming apathy of society towards his situation. Schools had really done nothing except force him to acknowledge the system and how it cheated him and others, and filled him with a soft sort of anger. A dangerous mixture, certainly, and on a certain day he made a choice that would’ve led him one of two ways.

One day, while loitering about (As many ne’er do well youths are likely to do in their free time) Alton heard a curious sound from an alleyway. After moseying over to investigate, he came upon a scene straight out of a movie: A fellow from his orphanage, bloodied bludgeon in hand, had just struck a passersby and was beginning to rifle through his possessions. Now, here’s where the choice was to be made. Would he fight his fellow, following the path of righteousness? Or would he too partake in the pilfering, adding to his personal assets by quite a bit. Now, here’s where Alton became unusual: He threw a stone to distract the robber, used some old cloth to stop the bleeding, and lugged the unconscious man to a nearby clinic. A human life was more important than any justice or wealth. When he arrived at the clinic, there was no line. People didn’t usually come in, due to the cost. But Alton wasn’t thinking about how much it would cost. This incident, and what followed, are what planted the seeds for his moral code.

Now, when he had properly checked in to the clinic, the nurses and doctors all reacted in a sort of shock. The man that Alton had decided to save for no real reason other than perhaps entertainment value was a doctor of a pedigree that could elevate him to a household name, should he have wished it. A truly talented man. Alton never did learn why he was walking around that part of town, that time of day, what had put him in a situation wherein he could’ve been bludgeoned to death by a surly orphan who was expressing his frustration towards society by committing crime. But, thanks to Alton’s actions, he lived another day. Well, Alton just left after that. Didn’t want anything. Didn’t take any credit. Dropped off the unconscious doctor, and went back to the orphanage. It was almost dinnertime, you know. At the time, Alton had settled into a sort of existential dread. He was 16. Only 2 years before he’d be out in the world by himself. He’d given up all hopes of adoption, of course. The orphanage simply served as a place to stay. But inevitably that’d be taken away. Thrown onto the streets, with nothing but a rudimentary public education and a short stature. He’d be chewed up, killed, mauled, sold, or something like that. At least, that’s what he thought. Always a pessimist, he had devolved into a sort of nihilism at the fact that his fleeting existence would soon come to a close.

Well, a year passed. A year of nothing but dread. Alton had come to terms with it, but a level of discomfort remained. Then, one day, as Alton was engaging in his pastime of throwing garbage into the already insanely polluted Chicago River, he was approached by a man of a height approaching his own, if not less. This surprised Alton, and gave him a slight tinge of joy. Well, the short man bowed and gave him a card. “Doctor George Marley”, that’s what it said. A name that would forever be burned into Alton’s mind. Well, this Dr. Marley wanted to see Alton, and Alton couldn’t imagine why. Maybe he needed an organ donor, and Alton was an exact match. Maybe that’s the best way to end my life, is what he thought. Nothing else in it for me. So he followed the man, into a covert sedan. Through the tinted windows, Alton saw it take him into the mega-wealthy part of downtown Chicago. Into the parking lot of some towering skyscraper. Up an elevator with shiny brass buttons and plush carpeting and all sorts of luxuries Alton could only ever dream of. Doors open, and who else sits behind the vast mahogany desk but the man that Alton saved a year ago.

George talked to Alton for an hour, maybe more. An amiable fellow, one that radiated a sort of kind aura. Alton had never encountered such a person. Perhaps if he had met him earlier, things would have been different. But who would know. George’s demeanor spoke to Alton, on some level. And after George was done talking, and talking, and talking, he asked Alton what he wanted to do. What he wanted in life. In exchange for his help, he’d offer Alton anything he’d want. This...well, it was a breaking point. Kindness, a future, money. Things that Alton had deemed unrealistic goals. He just...started weeping. A deep sort of sob, one that came from the gut. Alton spilled his heart, talking about the nihilism that’d overtaken him. And George listened, and listened, and listened as Alton spoke. And in the end, George offered to adopt him. Alton really couldn’t believe it.

This began a new life for Alton. Education, joy, and a family. And the seed that had been planted a year ago was watered, and bloomed. A life that was pleasant to live, but uneventful. His adopted father’s wealth, his kindness, it nurtured Alton. His education prospered, and his natural talent for medicine shone through greatly. Marley couldn’t have been more proud, really. This boy that had saved his life went on to distinguish himself in the medical field. But maybe there was a bit of...something in Marley. Something that was as unsatisfied with the life of comfort as Alton was with his life of destitution in the orphanage. One peaceful evening, George went out for a walk in the park, and vanished. No cameras picked him up, and no bodies matching his DNA or description were discovered. He had simply chosen to...not be there anymore. Or at least, that’s what Alton thought. He had noticed the stirring in his father, if only slightly. But, it was too late now.

Alton sunk into a sort of depression. His father figure taken, he had lost a lot. Not enough to shake the moral tree that Marley had cultivated, however. But, fate seemingly conspired to take him down. Soon after George’s disappearance, a late night patient came in. And, well, something was wrong with his biology. I suppose. Those high level executives had their bodies modified to live longer. And, well, when he moved a muscle aside to get to his deeper intestines, something that shouldn’t have burst went and burst. The death was....well, one could say unpreventable, but Alton didn’t view it that way. He viewed it as his own mistake, and the paranoia and nihilism from his youth set in again, if only for a moment. Before those in power could react to a major corporate death, Alton withdrew a large sum of money and fled to South City. More specifically, the Reclaim Zone.

After spending a month hiding in an apartment, moping, he finally had had enough. He began looking into the local culture, and found the potential Ripper Doctor enterprise as an effective way to try to atone for his past sins. But they charged money, something that Alton didn’t like doing, and they seemed more corrupt than he’d like. A conundrum, that’s for certain. In the end, Alton decided to don a mask similar, but different to those normally worn by the Ripper Doctors: A modified gas mask that allowed him to read vitals. He then set out to atone, and to try and improve life for everyone in the Reclaim Zone.

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS: N/A

EQUIPMENT:
Vitometric Anthro-Scanner Version 2.3:
A scouter-type object that’s been integrated into a gas mask from the twentieth century. It can complete basic biometric scans on most humans, and if anything is wrong on the surface level it’ll alert Alton where/what is wrong with a patient

Rubber Coat:
A simple rubber coat/poncho which covers most of his short body. There are many pockets sewn in for whatever equipment he might need to carry.

Doctor’s Kit:
Generic tools, medicines, and cleaning supplies used. A first-aid kit but more advanced.

SKILLS:

Sum Of Our Parts:
Alton can use his knowledge of the human body and cybernetic implants allow him to temporarily render many individuals unconscious using pressure points and cybernetic weak spots, given they aren’t aware of his presence.

Niche Chef:
Alton can cook very well, given he has experience with whatever food he’s cooking in the past. He dislikes Italian food strongly, and is plain unable to mimic many common European cuisines. However, he can cook up other stuff with ease.

FLAWS:
Gullible:
Alton wants to help as many people as he can, which is a sort of weakness. If you present your case smoothly enough, Alton will be inclined to help. Thus, he’s quite the mark when it comes to scams. He falls for them nearly every time. This has come back to bite him in the ass several times, but he never seems to learn.

Weak:
While Alton might be a surgical whiz, he’s never done muscle training and it shows. He’s not adept in weaponry, and is just bad at fighting in general. Besides, he’s vowed to never again violate the Hippocratic Oath.

NOTES: Alton may come off as stoic and standoffish, but he gets excited very easily internally.

I worked on this over 2 days and I was sick for one of them but I hope this works out. Forgive me if there's anything contradictory because I've been multitasking all week. Finals are killing me!

Relationship Table

Character name	Relationship
Cass Cantos	"Well, she seems nice enough. But, I feel like...Well, I'd rather not say. I hope she doesn't do anything foolish!"
S'venia	"Well, her heart is in the right place, but her attitude could use some work..."
Mackwell Fordwell Sloane	"Such vigor...such speed! I do hope he doesn't get himself hurt, but it seems inevitable that he will..."
Sister Blue	"She reminds me of a younger me...let's hope she brightens up sometime soon."

@AdobeFlash

Alton is accepted! Feel free to move to the character tab.

I am interested in making a prominent war reporter that decides to lay low after an assassination attempt on his life by joining Campbell's campaign as their reporter.

@Star Lord

If anyone still intends to make a sheet, they need to be in by the end of today (EST), and I'll look at them. Gotta draw the line and stop stalling somewhere. Also, I'd mention that we do already have a reporter character in the party, so that may be prevalent to take into account.

I'll be mopping things up tomorrow most likely, then the group as a whole can begin discussing how we are going to begin the story. Also, please drop a message in the OOC if any stragglers do intend to make CS's before tomorrow, as I have a busy night and it would be nice to prepare some things for the party before tomorrow. I'll also be rounding off the party with any other characters I might deem to fit in (possibly relegating Cass to a more NPC-esque role). You'll be split into groups (likely 2 groups) that will be assigned separate tasks during the day of Campbell's mayoral election that will decide the outcome of the election.

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪...

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

I'll try to get a CS in before closure on Friday!

Just a question though, which one would be more welcomed; the earlier mentioned hitman, or a hacker contracted to wreck all sorts of havoc on opposition campaigns and such? We already have a bodyguard and a middle-aged man with criminal connections (which would have been my angle with the hitman) so I'm learning towards the hacker to keep the cast more varied. He would be a younger man in his twenties. Would a character like that work, or should I try to find a third option?

@Vertigo

A hacker-type would definitely be a welcome addition. I was figuring someone would try something of the sort. Some sort of hitman could work too if you'd like to try that, but you'd have to come up with some way for him to contribute to the campaign.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Being slightly less sick and having rethought some of my original ideas, I tried to channel someone a bit more nobody-ish and far more monk-y:

Sister Blue the Hyperhuman Monk

E. C.

25 | Female | 5'9'' | A+

General Information

NAME:
Emma Chen

ALIASES // TITLES:

Sister Blue

Blue

E.C.

SEX:
Female

AGE:
25

APPEARANCE:

In a mind clear as still water, even the waves, breaking, are reflecting its light.

Dōgen Zenji

Sister Blue stands a head taller than most women, with a nimble build, supported by hard-won cords of muscle that are only apparent upon a close examination of her frame. Her features are an elicit mixture of Northern European and Southeast Asian physiognomy. Her skin only a very faint shade of brown, and her eyes a shade of pale blue. Where Sister Blue once kept her hair shaved down to sparse millimeters of fiber, free from the rules of her order she now sports a cascade of rebellious dark brown hair that reaches well past her shoulders. Her limbs and much of her back is a patchwork of cyberware, shaped by masters of the underground art of augmentation, and engraved with religious artwork of her own design. Embracing and even exalting the coupling of flesh and metal, Sister Blue makes no effort to hide her cybernetic augmentations. Adorned unapologetically with chrome, her form holds a harsh, inhuman beauty.

On the job, Sister Blue wears frayed black work pants, muted t-shirts in various shades of blue, soft shoes that fit her feet like gloves, and a bomber jacket with Kevlar woven into the synthetic leather to provide discreet protection. When not dressed to accompany Campbell in public, Sister Blue wears a simple blue robe and a pair of well-worn bamboo sandals for maximum freedom of movement.

OCCUPATION:

In a past life, a very recent past life, Sister Blue was a Hyperhuman monk devoted to the goal of achieving unity with machines and transcending the limitations of the flesh. Traveling across the worst parts of the Reclaimed Zone, she spread the teaching of her order, training others in the Way of the Machine, and working the makeshift health clinics that her monastic order maintained. While she is no trained medical professional, Sister Blue has learned enough from the Ripper Docs to be able to treat the most common ails that assail the most desperate denizens in the Reclaimed Zone.

CAMPAIGN TEAM POSITION:

Sister Blue serves as Dexter Campbell's bodyguard. She is responsible for the councilman's safety and accompanies Campbell wherever he goes across the Reclaim Zone. Personal flaws and acquired addictions aside, Sister Blue takes her duties as a bodyguard most seriously and there is little that she would not do in order to protect Campbell. By virtue of her cyberware and training in the Way of the Machine, Sister Blue is a fierce combatant with or without weapons.

Psychological Profile

Calm | Stubborn | Rebellious | Principled | Spontaneous | Daring

PERSONAL GOAL:

Sister Blue seeks to rediscover her purpose. She wants most of all to find a worthy cause to fight for. She dreams of righting all the wrongs that plague the Reclaim Zone and alleviating the suffering of those at the very bottom of society. However, most of all, Sister Blue dreams of achieving true enlightenment, of becoming one with the machine, mastering her mind, and transcending the pathetic limitations of the flesh.

CAMPAIGN GOAL:

Although she is loathe to admit it, hope is what brought Sister Blue to Dexter Campbell's campaign. Pay and a promise of a steady job is only the most obvious reason she will provide for her service. However, at heart, she hopes that Campbell may be the candidate that the city has always needed, now more so than ever before. Well-versed in the ways of the world, particularly the streets of the Reclaim Zone, Sister Blue knows well that any politician, especially one that threatens to disrupt the status quo is in grave danger, and she sees it as her purpose to protect Campbell until he has revealed his true self, and whether he is the change she has been waiting for.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:

Still steeped in the teachings and rituals of her order, Sister Blue firmly believe in the Way of the Machine. Her life is guided by principles of contemplation, willing suffering, and a desire to merge with the minds of machines. Sister Blue believes that all action should be for the greater good of all. Beneath a carefully crafted persona of drunken apathy, some part of Sister Blue still believes in action, in change, and in outright revolution. The path of righteousness that Sister Blue sees requires sacrifice, so much sacrifice, but she remains convinced that it is only possible to escape the bonds of suffering by bettering oneself and attaining true, enlightenment by becoming one with the machine.

POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY:

A devout believer and follower of the Way of the Machine, Sister Blue views the necessary path of humanity as that which emphasizes the transcendence of all of humanity beyond the weak flesh through the communion with the machine. Holding personal beliefs that align closely with the Hyperhuman movement Sister Blue is likely to be pleased with any actions that Campbell undertakes or promises he makes to support an ideology that she believes offers the only real hope of a future for not just all of the Reclaim Zone, but all of humanity. Sister Blue earnestly wants to save the Reclaim Zone and with it humanity.

SECRETS:
►Exiled From Her Order
Although it may be more of an open than hidden secret, Sister Blue has been exiled from her order. The reason for her exile, what rule it is that she exactly broke, Sister Blue will not say. However, it is clear that she did not leave willingly. She has been forced to leave behind all that she knew and all those that she loved. She is alone, truly alone, for the first time in her short life, and her faith is no longer able to warm her, to shield her from the grim world of the Reclaim Zone. Sister Blue does not believe that she can ever return to her order, but she hopes that she may perform enough deeds to atone for her mistake, for her weakness.

FEARS:
►Losing Sight Of The Righteous Path
Sister Blue's greatest fear is losing sight of her the righteous path of enlightenment, the Way of the Machine, that the Hyperhuman movement espouses. Lost to the world of credits and the sinful world of the Reclaimed Zone, Sister Blue can feel herself slowly losing herself and her way, day by painful day. Sister Blue is afraid of what will happen to her if she forgets all that she has learned, all that she has bled for, suffered for, is lost to avarice and vice. The buzzing voice of the machine has become increasingly faint and hard for her to hear.

►Meaninglessness
The idea that all of the suffering in the Reclaimed Zone might be for nothing is an idea that haunts Sister Blue to her very core. Cynical as she may be, she tries to find meaning in all things, in all her failures, and in all her suffering. As reluctant as she is to admit it, Sister Blue is desperate for meaning, for purpose, for something to fight for again with all of her heart and soul, and for something to die for. She doubts that Campbell will provide the purpose that she seeks, but the mere hope that he might, small as it may be, is enough to seduce her to his cause. If only for the moment, if only for as long as he strives to relieve the suffering of the citizens of the Reclaim Zone.

REPUTATION:
Sister Blue is a nobody, an unknown factor in the Reclaim Zone. Dead to her religious order, she has few acquaintances, and fewer friends. To her name, she has only a paltry amount of credits, and a string of successful jobs of varying legality. Those that do know her, know very little of her, save that she's an exceedingly esoteric religious acolyte, lost in equal parts to matters of the spirit and recent matters of ethanol-based nature. All of her employers, reluctant as they are to speak, do disclose that she performed her job admirably and without the unwelcome questions of most fresh street samurai.

LIKES:
►Meditating
►Exercise
►Reading
►Alcohol
►Machines

DISLIKES:
►Unwillingness to Change
►Chaos
►Unnecessary Loudness
►Disloyalty
►Rudeness

QUIRKS:
►Collects Odd Things
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Background Information

"If you don't get lost, you don't have to find your way. Not that it matters. Not anymore. Drinks are on the Councilman, right?"

Burning Chrome

"I heard you're finally leaving us, Sister?"

"Yes," Sister Blue replied, desperately grabbing for the half empty bottle of Slovakian paint thinner that she had prescribed herself at the beginning of the night. It tasted like fire, ethyl alcohol of a remarkable purity, the sort of dragon's breath originally destined for the black clinics of some of the Reclaimed cities finest Ripper Docs. It was wonderful and for a moment Sister Blue felt restored. She forgot her problems. She forgot her order...her former order. Instead she felt only a pleasant warmth rising through her with each drag from the bottle. "And I told you not to call me that."

"Old habits die hard," the weathered bartender replied with an apologetic shrug. She'd known Weber for almost fifteen years. They'd met when she was little more than another lost child of the Reclaimed Zone. Long before she'd found her way into the shadow land of underground augmentation, and longer still before she'd found the path of righteousness and become one with the machine. For all the good it had done her. She recollected bitterly that she had only traded one form of suffering for another. Starvation for addiction, poverty for martyrdom. It was all such a waste.

"It's alright, recent change," Sister Blue muttered, returning her careful attentions to the bottle of industrial alcohol. She contemplated how much a normal human would have been able to drink before it caused their brain to seize up.

"Where are you heading off to then?"

"Political campaign, they want me to keep some suit alive."

"Who?"

"A nobody, just like me," Sister Blue replied with something approaching a smile. "Dexter Campbell. Councilman. Wants to be mayor."

"I've heard of him, but I don't know him. He's a fresh face."

"Me neither, but we don't get out much, do we Weber."

"I'm wedded to this bar, but I listen."

"I don't. People here talk too much," Sister Blue sulked.

"Well, my girl, cheer up. You've finally made it. You're getting out of here. You're moving up in the world. No more odd jobs for you. You're a bonafide bodyguard now. You're not some sodding street samurai fighting for money, no need to be the stepping razor girl, not anymore. You're better than that, you were always better than that, even if you had to dirty your robe a bit."

"Same difference. No one runs for office with a soul," Sister Blue growled. "But who knows? Campbell's recruiter aid all the right things. Promised change. Promised a future. Don't need to work for the Russian anymore, at the very least."

"How'd they find you?"

"The Russian recommended me, told some fixer about me," Sister Blue said with a shrug.

"Did he now?"

"Us religious types are the trustworthy sort, are we not?" Sister Blue laughed. "Even when we've sullied ourselves, even when we've sold our souls for some credits."

"All that chrome you have in your body surely helped."

"Assuredly it did," Sister Blue agreed wistfully, staring at the empty bottle. "Even heretics fear the elevated soul, the perfect union of man and machine."

Operative Information

AUGMENTATIONS:

►Unique Cybernetic Augmentation - Limbs, Back, & Spine
A true child of the Reclaimed Zone, Sister Blue has had her limbs and most of her back, including her spine, replaced with a patch work of Ripper Doc specials. Unnamed, unregistered, and unsigned, her cybernetic augmentations demonstrate surprisingly high levels of craftsmanship. However, they are brutally utilitarian in nature, and are not the discreet, polite augmentations of the elite. Celebrating the flesh, the electronic, and the machine, Sister Blue's limbs are beautiful in a way that is not human, and never tried to be. Rippling waves and fluid lines of polished metal mix with flesh and end brutally in flourishes of futuristic design that seem to course with power.

►Handmade Datajack
Behind her left ear, Sister Blue has a coin-sized datajack implanted. Handmade by a master craftsman of her religious order, the datajack allows her to directly interface with all manner of machines using a retracting length of fiber optic cable. Unlike more modern wireless options, there is virtually no risk of interference or interception. To protect her electronic brain, Sister Blue utilizes an ever-evolving suite of intrusion countermeasures of her own design.

EQUIPMENT:

►Telescoping Stun Staff
Sister Blue wields a metal and composite staff that can telescope down to a reasonable size. Roughly the size of a small baton when collapsed, it can be concealed beneath long enough articles of clothing. The staff is extended with a quick flick of the wrist and locked into place with a twist of the grip. At each end of the staff are small, barely noticeable prongs that deliver a powerful electrical shock when a button on the staff is depressed.

►CZ 775
In addition to her staff, Sister Blue carries a rugged Česká zbrojovka 775 semi-automatic pistol chambered for .50 Action Express Ammunition. The CZ 775 is a heavy pistol cast completely in steel with a holographic sight and an internal micro-gyro recoil absorption system that helps to reduce the powerful recoil of the gun. Possessing enough firepower to defeat most modern body armor systems, the CZ 775 is a favorite among street samurai expecting a hard fight.

SKILLS:

►The Way of the Drunken Machine
Sister Blue channels alcohol, pure, preferably industrial grade alcohol with a high enough ethanol content to power rocket engines into the the fighting style of her order. This results in a style of fighting that approximates what might have once been referred to as Drunken Boxing. Combining flesh and metal into a whirling dance of destruction, Sister Blue is a dangerous foe to face at close range, where she can put her heavy cybernetic augmentations to full affect. Hitting, grappling, locking, dodging, feinting, ground and aerial fighting and other sophisticated methods of combat are incorporated in the fluid, dance like style of fighting that she employs.

►One With The Machine
Devoted to the idea of achieving enlightenment through communion with machines, Sister Blue holds a carefully guarded flame of religious faith deep within her heart. She has an instinctual understanding of the electronic, of the high-tech machines that flicker with the embers of true intelligence, and seeks those that may surpass the constraints levied on them by a fearful, misguided society. Her cybernetic augmentations do not feel like foreign metal to her, but instead the chrome has become a second skin, her true form. Although far from a Cyber Matrix or Labyrinthine runner, the language of machines, arrangements of binary, are as familiar to Sister Blue as the languages of humanity, and she sees life in all machines.

FLAWS:
►Alcoholic
Nursing a heavy conscious and feelings of failure, Sister Blue has become overly fond of alcohol. The stronger the better. The more it tastes like high octane rocket fuel and burns with and edge of industrial chemicals the better. The more likely it is to send her into unthinking darkness like some hammer of pure ethanol, the more likely Sister Blue is to seek it out. Having at last reached the level of true addiction, Sister Blue is likely to display the sweating and tremors of a physical addict if she goes too long without a drink. However, despite the prodigious amount of alcohol that Sister Blue regularly consumes her now high tolerance and her cybernetic limbs make it hard to tell how drunk the Hyperhuman monk is at any given moment. Sister Blue views it as a great service to her employers that she keeps her drinking to a bare minimum while on the job.

►Fatalistic
Having left her order and monastic life, Sister Blue is convinced that life is suffering, and more suffering. She has lost the edge of idealism and hope that marked her early years. She is full of bitterness and cynicism. She is full of regret. And she holds grave doubts regarding the ability of anyone, especially herself to change the Reclaim Zone for the better. This pessimism has given way to a perversion of the religious beliefs of her order as Sister Blue has come to see her path as one of hopelessness and destined to end in death. The young acolyte finds herself taking risks that she knows that she should not, putting herself in perilous situations that she could have avoided, and challenging those that she should not in an attempt to push herself past the limits of her abilities. She is certain that a growing part of her being seeks only an end to her suffering and a last act of atonement.

NOTES:

Sister Blue Relationship Table

Character name	Relationship
Cass Cantor	A
S'venia Skor	B
Mackwell Fordwell Sloane	c

@Hour Error

The sheet looks good. You've got a neat concept. The only thing I'd mention is that since Emma is so heavily augmented, she's probably going to require Neurosynth to prevent the onset of SPECS. You don't have to add that into your sheet, but I wanted to let you know. Feel free to move to the character tab.

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To prevent the RP from dragging on any further, I'm going to say that applications will be closing off on Friday. For those of you still getting a sheet together, you have a handful of days. From there, I'll begin to discuss where we will be starting off in the grand scheme of things.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Another question. What is or was the state of the military? Are they still around, were they just recently proven obsolete, and could there be veterans of past wars and services say in their late 20’s early 30’s?

@Prizrak

The military will still exist, though it is mostly cut down to a reserve of elites that will strike at the command of the governing forces, though this is subject to change as different political parties take hold of the power. Most all of the hostile actions committed around the world will be done through paramilitary organizations. War will be occurring globally all the time, so veterans definitely still exist. Most of them just come from paramilitary groups for hire.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

@OppositionJ

Would an enforcer have any use to the campaign or would that relegate my character to their own story away from the direction of the RP? I'd prefer the later if we could swing it.

@Prizrak

I was actually hoping someone would take on the role of an Enforcer. It would be different from the party, but the dynamic would be skewed so vastly that it would redefine the party dynamic. I invite you to do so. We can work in your personal story alongside everyone else's of course.