@yukisaa "Of course. Though the location of the island is out of my knowing." She said. "Has there been anyone else?"
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Blue sighed as the other gems ignored her wit. To be fair, the massive ancient temple was difficult to compete with for attention. She wandered up into the abandoned structure with the others. She didn't know any of them, but aside from being standoffish, none of them seemed hostile so it felt like the best course of action for now. The interior was rundown and honestly kind of a dump. Still, it looked like it would have been cozy enough in it's heyday. The back of the structure bordered on a stone wall with a stone doorway with no handle set into the rock. She stared at it a moment and kicked it to no avail. She shrugged and turned back to the rest of the detritus.
Name: Crane, Dana
Nickname: Phantisma (Screen Name/Alias)
Age: 27
Appearance: 5'6"
Thin and not very curvy.
Short tan hair, shaved on the right side to accommodate a plastic plate with several ports and a memory chip.
Hazel eyes.
Round, black half frame horn rim glasses.
Tall, thin face, rather gaunt with prominent cheekbones.
Clothing: Dresses cleanly and simply. Usually in sweater vests and collared shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Never NEVER wears skirts. Wears dresses and low heels only for very special occasions.
Skills: Hacking and programming, bionic and electrical maintenance and repair.
Personality Traits: She is a quiet woman who prefers to keep her head down and leave as little trace as possible. She's neat and organized, bordering on OCD. She has a bit of a superiority complex and likes to flaunt her intelligence, but can be easily frustrated when encountering something she doesn't know. She rarely lets her emotions get the better of her, and if something actually manages to drive to initiate physical violence, then you know she has been pushed to her very limits. She much prefers sneakier, more underhanded methods of getting what she wants.
Level: Born on the Upper Level
History: As a child she was always getting into trouble, and subsequently became very good at getting out of it. She Quickly developed an affinity for high level computer use and his curiosity led him to pick apart and find loopholes and flaws in both physical and digital systems. She graduated top of her class through high school and was accepted into the university run by Seraphim, the PMC her mother worked for. Though her mother intended to shape her into a strong force for Seraphim, she repeatedly hacked into and compromised the Seraphim systems and was expelled and disgraced by her family, fleeing to the Lower Level. While on the run from Seraphim, she found the Upgraded, a cult with transhumanist ideals and rose through the ranks fairly quickly. She received several illegal augmentations during her time there until Seraphim assaulted their headquarters and either arrested or slaughtered everyone there. Dana escaped by performing a mass erasure on herself. She deleted all records of her life from systems across the world, essentially making it so that, for all intents and purposes, she didn't exist. After this, she found her opportunities for work severely limited. Bringing with her what gear she could salvage from the Upgraded headquarters she drifted for several years, bouncing between cybercafes. Her nature for winding up in trouble found her in an arranged marriage with the son of a gang leader. The ceremony was interrupted by a rival gang and she fled in the chaos. She now finds herself on the front steps of ULDA.
Stuff: A small suitcase of clothes, a modified Seraphim laptop, electrical repair kit, miscellaneous wires and electrical parts.
Bionic augmentations:
Compuneural interface, allows her brain to communicate with her other augmentations.
1tb Internal memory partitions. Allows her to recall anything stored on these partitions with eidetic precision.
2 Universal Interface Ports. Allow her to directly access computer systems, essentially using her mind as the input device instead of keyboard/touchscreen.
Azide brand octocore neural processor. Augments her brain's computational skills allowing her to think roughly %75 faster than average. This is limited to logical processing, it does not aid creative thinking.
Military grade HUD. Displays pertinent information such as time, location, maps, etc. by projecting it directly onto her glasses. Also allows hyperspectral vision. The infrared and ultraviolet sensors are mounted on her glasses, while the processing is handled by her bionics.
Other: Because she has deleted all records of her existence finding legal, over the table work is impossible. She gets by running small hacking jobs under burner aliases, or through online scamming. Needless to say, she does not have much money.
Nickname: Phantisma (Screen Name/Alias)
Age: 27
Appearance: 5'6"
Thin and not very curvy.
Short tan hair, shaved on the right side to accommodate a plastic plate with several ports and a memory chip.
Hazel eyes.
Round, black half frame horn rim glasses.
Tall, thin face, rather gaunt with prominent cheekbones.
Clothing: Dresses cleanly and simply. Usually in sweater vests and collared shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Never NEVER wears skirts. Wears dresses and low heels only for very special occasions.
Skills: Hacking and programming, bionic and electrical maintenance and repair.
Personality Traits: She is a quiet woman who prefers to keep her head down and leave as little trace as possible. She's neat and organized, bordering on OCD. She has a bit of a superiority complex and likes to flaunt her intelligence, but can be easily frustrated when encountering something she doesn't know. She rarely lets her emotions get the better of her, and if something actually manages to drive to initiate physical violence, then you know she has been pushed to her very limits. She much prefers sneakier, more underhanded methods of getting what she wants.
Level: Born on the Upper Level
History: As a child she was always getting into trouble, and subsequently became very good at getting out of it. She Quickly developed an affinity for high level computer use and his curiosity led him to pick apart and find loopholes and flaws in both physical and digital systems. She graduated top of her class through high school and was accepted into the university run by Seraphim, the PMC her mother worked for. Though her mother intended to shape her into a strong force for Seraphim, she repeatedly hacked into and compromised the Seraphim systems and was expelled and disgraced by her family, fleeing to the Lower Level. While on the run from Seraphim, she found the Upgraded, a cult with transhumanist ideals and rose through the ranks fairly quickly. She received several illegal augmentations during her time there until Seraphim assaulted their headquarters and either arrested or slaughtered everyone there. Dana escaped by performing a mass erasure on herself. She deleted all records of her life from systems across the world, essentially making it so that, for all intents and purposes, she didn't exist. After this, she found her opportunities for work severely limited. Bringing with her what gear she could salvage from the Upgraded headquarters she drifted for several years, bouncing between cybercafes. Her nature for winding up in trouble found her in an arranged marriage with the son of a gang leader. The ceremony was interrupted by a rival gang and she fled in the chaos. She now finds herself on the front steps of ULDA.
Stuff: A small suitcase of clothes, a modified Seraphim laptop, electrical repair kit, miscellaneous wires and electrical parts.
Bionic augmentations:
Compuneural interface, allows her brain to communicate with her other augmentations.
1tb Internal memory partitions. Allows her to recall anything stored on these partitions with eidetic precision.
2 Universal Interface Ports. Allow her to directly access computer systems, essentially using her mind as the input device instead of keyboard/touchscreen.
Azide brand octocore neural processor. Augments her brain's computational skills allowing her to think roughly %75 faster than average. This is limited to logical processing, it does not aid creative thinking.
Military grade HUD. Displays pertinent information such as time, location, maps, etc. by projecting it directly onto her glasses. Also allows hyperspectral vision. The infrared and ultraviolet sensors are mounted on her glasses, while the processing is handled by her bionics.
Other: Because she has deleted all records of her existence finding legal, over the table work is impossible. She gets by running small hacking jobs under burner aliases, or through online scamming. Needless to say, she does not have much money.
As the rooms darkened Piper glared into the shadows, pulling out her straight razor and holding it ready.
"Looks like we're gonna have to take a raincheque on the whole getting out thing." She muttered. "I vote we break the fucking walls down."
"Looks like we're gonna have to take a raincheque on the whole getting out thing." She muttered. "I vote we break the fucking walls down."
Roxy bolted to her feet as the screech came, her eyes wide and darting she stood, frozen in place. Whatever had made the noise could not have been human.
"What the fuck was that?" She said, her voice almost a whimper.
"What the fuck was that?" She said, her voice almost a whimper.
Blue Topaz slept in the soil, her dreams dim and cold. She wandered the dark alleys of her mind, the sounds of civilization distant and screaming, but her immediate area was silent, and dead. She walked with haste, not knowing where she was going, but drawn in a direction none the less, reeled in by an unshakable feeling of ennui; someone needed her, and she needed someone. She came out onto a major road, abandoned like the rest of the area, streetlights casting pools of light endlessly in either direction. Across the street from her was a dumpy looking motel, it's vacancy sign flickering. This was where she was supposed to go. As she approached the door she could almost make out voices on the other side, muffled, vague and shouting. She pushed open the double doors and burst forth into the conscious world, sandy soil falling off her face.
She blinked in the light and took in her surroundings. Gone were the darkened back alleys, replaced now with a calm, white sandy beach, the waves rolling calmly over it, reflecting the bright sunny sky back in fractals. A bird cried as it circled and she could hear the voices, the same ones from her dream in the distance. She rose from the soil, unburying herself and flickering a few feet to her left, leaving the residual soil behind. She approached the other four gems and raised her hand in greeting.
"Hello." She said, without hesitation. "I'm new around here. Do you know when the orientation tour starts?"
She blinked in the light and took in her surroundings. Gone were the darkened back alleys, replaced now with a calm, white sandy beach, the waves rolling calmly over it, reflecting the bright sunny sky back in fractals. A bird cried as it circled and she could hear the voices, the same ones from her dream in the distance. She rose from the soil, unburying herself and flickering a few feet to her left, leaving the residual soil behind. She approached the other four gems and raised her hand in greeting.
"Hello." She said, without hesitation. "I'm new around here. Do you know when the orientation tour starts?"
@Teddiplier Sorry I missed all that, I've been out today. Great that this is going now though.
"And I hope I look half as good as you do when I'm your age." Roxy chuckled.
@Avalant You're a crazy bastard and I respect that. UKE Inc. sends it's regards.
Name/Gem: Blue Topaz
Where is Their Gem?: Back of left hand.
Looks-Like-Gender: Feminine
Other Names: Blue
Fusion Form (If fused): N/A
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=7WeFFBvgpkk
Phobias: Bugs, fog, and loneliness.
Hobbies: Rading and writing, knitting, laser harp.
Pet Peeves: Dog eared books, the acrid smell of sharpies and paint.
Morality: Generally tries to do what she feels is the right thing.
Attitude: Friendly, but a bit stern. Feisty and eager to action.
Philosophy: The rules should not be broken without a good reason, but can be bent pretty dang far.
Ability: Short range blink teleport. Allows her to quickly teleport a meter or two in any one direction.
Weapon: Balisong with a sky blue blade and iridescent navy blue handle.
Power Restrictions: Takes a few seconds to recharge and if she uses it too quickly in succession it leaves her disoriented and dizzy.
Likes: Crime noir novels, matcha green tea, campy horror.
Dislikes: High pitched noises, cats.
Other: Her fusion dance style is swing. Also, Crystal Clods!
Where is Their Gem?: Back of left hand.
Looks-Like-Gender: Feminine
Other Names: Blue
Fusion Form (If fused): N/A
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=7WeFFBvgpkk
Phobias: Bugs, fog, and loneliness.
Hobbies: Rading and writing, knitting, laser harp.
Pet Peeves: Dog eared books, the acrid smell of sharpies and paint.
Morality: Generally tries to do what she feels is the right thing.
Attitude: Friendly, but a bit stern. Feisty and eager to action.
Philosophy: The rules should not be broken without a good reason, but can be bent pretty dang far.
Ability: Short range blink teleport. Allows her to quickly teleport a meter or two in any one direction.
Weapon: Balisong with a sky blue blade and iridescent navy blue handle.
Power Restrictions: Takes a few seconds to recharge and if she uses it too quickly in succession it leaves her disoriented and dizzy.
Likes: Crime noir novels, matcha green tea, campy horror.
Dislikes: High pitched noises, cats.
Other: Her fusion dance style is swing. Also, Crystal Clods!
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