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Once she had vocalized her opinion on her fellow agent's apparent need of a watchful eye Kaz turned back to her plate and finished her meal, caring more about the few remaining bits of egg on her plate than a weak link whose first action was to kiss the ass of the first superior they could find. God, the NSF was really letting in anyone it seemed. Had Margo ever actually been in a fight? That seemed unlikely. Just how many incompetents and failures was she expected to work with. The lumbering bear of a woman was grateful that Takai seemed more talkative than she was at the moment. He was the people person, not here. Better to let him handle the children before she snapped and screamed at one of them. She shrugged at the mention of a better bed and a companion to fill it, fumbling around her pockets for another cigarette. "They all sound very nice." she replied, her hesitant Japanese concealing her lie. Lighting up and taking a puff Kaz leaned back in her chair, waiting for Takai to discretely signal Margo to leave.

The sharp elbow to the ribs made her grunt in annoyance, turning her head to glare at the more experienced operative. "I would appreciate if you did not do that." Her tone was level but only just, her teeth grinding the butt of her cigarette as she drummed her fingers against the table. Just that little annoyance was enough for her to get pissed off, Bykov blowing smoke through her nostrils as she began to count to herself.

One, two, three, four...

By the time she got to ten it had subsided, Kaz awkwardly clapping a hand on Margo's shoulder. "I apologize. You will do fine." Neither a stellar apology or especially reassuring, it was the best he was going to get. Kaz had already dropped Margo from her mind, focusing on Takai and the face on his datapad. "You're going on a mission? I will come with." Anything to escape the monotony of daily life in the HQ. All she could do there was sit in her room or send time in the gym. It wasn't like she had many friends. Kaz stood up and followed her temporary partner out o the cafeteria, passing Asagi and Chelsea on her way. A limp wristed wave was all the answer Asagi got, but it was better than what she gave Chelsea. Her fellow American, another utter fuck up who shouldn't have been let out of the house without a safety helmet and bright yellow vest. Margo being scared was one thing but this bitch got the girl she was supposed to be protecting killed cuz she was too shitfaced to function properly. Any fireteam she was on was instantly weaker, endangered by the incredibly liability that was the Californian whore who had been hired for her looks."I hope you know that if I see you drink a single drop, I will boot your ass back on the street corner where it belongs so fast my foot's going to break the fucking sound barrier." she warned, switching to their shared language. "Just a little something for you to keep in mind."

Once in the armory she set about checking out all her gear, craning her neck to shoot Takai a questioning glance. "Am I driving?"

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Daiyu had to force herself to get ready for the tea party that was being held. She knew that she really ought to go, both to socialize with her teammates and to keep her cover strong, but there was absolutely nothing enjoyable about any tea party she had ever attended. The food was always insubstantial pastries and delicate snack foods, most of the conversation dreary and dull. She didn't even like tea all that much, preferring coffee or energy drinks to keep her going. And it wasn't like the people attending made up for it. Out of all the obscenely wealthy gangsters, movie stars, tycoons, heirs and heiresses she dealt regular, it was the ones that stood on ceremony that were her least favorite. Whether they were stuffy New Englanders that insisted on a morning scotch before going to go play polo or hardline Japanese nationalists that talked about the the glory of the days of the samurai, 95% of them were assholes. There where many other things that she would could have done instead of consort with some douchebag who still insisted on making their drink with a bamboo whisk because "that's how it was in the good old days."

But consort she must, since her whole identity was built around being one of those stuffy losers herself. So after a long shower and a few minutes spent sending put emails to clients and arranging the purchase of yet another "Geisha" bar that catered to drunk American sailor on leave she began to get ready. Her hair was tied up in a bun and speared through with ornamental pins, the tattoos on her back and ribs covered by one of the kimonos in her closet, deciding to forgo the risque look she sometimes favored when dealing with lecherous old men. Better to play it safe for now. Her phone was set to silent and the wooden geta kept in her bag slipped onto her feet and off she went, clacking loudly down the hallways and into the Emperor's Garden. A name that seemed to promise pretension, how lovely.

She arrived with a pleasant smile on her immaculately made up face and her robotic hand hand free for all to see (it made for good conversation), ready to exchange meaningless pleasantries in the name of societal custom. Taking a quick look around she took stock of who had shown up so far: Ashton Andrews-Hyuga, the NSF's resident hacker and schoolboy, was looking adorably out of place in the suit he had probably bought for himself and the tie he definitely had. Seohyung Kamenashi, Suicidal Seo. He looked like his nickname with the bandages. If Daiyu had to guess it had been him that made Command issue a warning about killing yourself in training. And of course the man of the hour, Takashi Skygge himself. Time to kiss ass and see how he responded.

"Good afternoon and thank you for the invitation Skygge-san." she said politely, giving him a bow. "I'm grateful for your hospitality." As she rose up she let her eyes shine at the sight of his suit. "Is that Shiriku's handiwork? You have very good taste." She busied herself until 2 by staring at the hand drawn dragon, the first actually interesting thing she had seen so far. At least as far as artwork was concerned, Takashi seemed good enough. Without a coat to put away Daiyu simply took a sit, silently annoyed that her assumption about the food was correct. But like a good guest she showed nothing except an easygoing contentedness, playing the part of cultured billionaire.

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Kaz had woken up at 3 in the morning, bolting upright in a cold as she felt a man's skull crack against her own, heard the disgusting gurgling of someone choking on their own blood. The noise had served as a sort of alarm clock for the past four years of her life, never letting her go more than a few hours without remembering what she had done and become. What time was it now? She had no idea. Some unspecified number of hours had passed with her having stared at the wall, the butt of an extinguished cigarette still hanging loosely from the corner of her mouth. She dropped it to the floor where it joined a pile of its brothers, Kaz carelessly sweeping them under her bed with her foot. With a hoarse groan she slipped from the bed and into the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. Dull green eyes, lifeless and cloudy with lack of sleep, peered back out at her as she brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Her clothes were next, putting on her uniform and tugging on her boots. One of the duties described in her contract was to "present yourself as befitting an officer of the NSF entrusted with emergency powers to protect the constitution of Japan" so she did, putting on a mask and trying present herself as a functional member of society. Was she ever successful? Who knew. It didn't really matter, routine and structure was all she had.

The next step in the procedure was breakfast. The heels of her boots clacked loudly through the hallways of the NSF headquarters, the foreign born woman towering over nearly everyone she came across. Had she been capable of feeling such a thing anymore she would snickered at the absurdity of it. How desperate was Japan that it needed to pad out the ranks of its elite task force with foreigners and mercenaries like herself? She wasn't even the only one. Chelsea, Tobias, Chris, it was almost comical really, the supposed best and brightest (and one 16 year old boy for fuck's sake) having to rely on a motley crew of people who had no stake in the fight. Any sane person would have resigned by now. Which was why she was still here.

Ignoring the chatter of the canteen Bykov got in the chow line and loaded her tray with enough food to feed two people. As a side effect of the artificial muscle fibers and the huge feats of physical strength she pushed herself into do she was nearly always hungry, snacking constantly to try and feed her metabolism. With a plate full of hashbrowns and scrambled eggs she sought out a place to sit, deciding on the seat across from Takai. She got along well with him, at least as well as she could get along with anyone. She took a seat and gave him and Shumei a nod, spearing a bite of egg on her fork. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked politely in functional, if stilted, Japanese. She didn't wait for a response before tearing into her meal, looking down at her plate as she ate.

She sensed the presence standing by her before it said anything, electing to ignore it until the baritone "Hey" made her look up. "Hey yourself." she grunted, looking up at Margo. She knew very little about her (him?) and hadn't yet formed an opinion but now she was feeling even less confident in her team as a whole. "Perhaps if you need to ask someone to take care of you, you should find another line of work."

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Daiyu's routine had already started for the day, the self made multimillionaire have spent the early morning in quiet mediation. Out of all the skills her grandfather had taught her she was most grateful for the ability to quiet her mind. She remembered how'd she pout and whine when he instructed her to sit and relax, grumbling about how stupid it was. Mediation was something only monks and old men practicing Tai Chi in the park did, she wanted to learn to break boards and use swords! And she did, but not before she learned the importance of staying patient and calm. She never would have been able to have gotten as far in life (or even survived) without her daily meditation sessions, taking a few minutes before making any major decision to mull it over.

Today she had been thinking about her life and just how it lead to this point. She was a Chinese national from Hong Kong who had moved to Tokyo, fell into the criminal underworld, created one of the biggest stock brokerage firms in history with funding from the Yakuza, wormed her way into the contact lists and address books of numerous celebrities and politicians and was now a part of a task force dedicated fighting a rogue military unit turned terrorist organization. It read like a bad spy, her daily life a constant balancing act of trying to maintain three distinct identities while juggling updates from legal and illegal business associates. And thanks to that little press conference all of Japan would know if she messed up. The consequences for failure getting killed, or getting arrested and then killed. It was stressful at the best of times and terrifying at the worst.

And she loved it. Daiyu handled billions of dollars ever year, consorted with some of the most powerful men and women in the world, got access to files the government would never let see the light of day. Everyday was exciting whether it was spent handling military grade hardware or defrauding millions or stealing priceless works of art. Well that last one was more of a hobby than a job but still, it was pretty awesome. She was an outsider in a culture that was famously insular, and she had made it recognize her as a force to be reckoned with however grudgingly. Daiyu carried herself proudly as she walked to one of the many training halls, skipping the one with it's red emergency light flashing and one of her comrades rushing into it. That room was the lethal training room, possibly one of the dumbest ideas she had ever heard. What good was practicing with real blades and bullets? If you messed up you died, accomplishing nothing. Not mention the expense of of repairing the damaged and destroyed robots. She had never considered herself a traditionalist but there was such a thing as too much technology.


The empty dojo two doors down was much more her speed. Slipping out of her shoes and socks and stepping onto the mat, Daiyu took a wide legged stance. She unsheathed her sword and took a breath, releasing it as she thrust forward. Almost as quickly as the blade was extended she snapped it back, watching her form in one of the full length mirrors that lined the wall. Practical training was good, but it was worthless without reviewing the basics. And review she did, performing all manner of stabs and slashes on invisible opponents.

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Kazankova Bykov

Name
Kazankova Dasha Bykov

Aliases
Casanova, Dasher, Kaz, Jack-Ov

Nationality
]American

Age
30

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
January 2nd, 2001, Guam

Appearance
There is no place in Neo-Tokyo where Kaz doesn't stand out. Taller than nearly every man she meets by a good few inches and towering over most women by nearly a foot, she has to duck to get through doorways. If her height wasn't enough of a give away there's also the matter of her pale skin and green eyes. She's very clearly not native to Japan or even Asia, a mercenary hired out to assist the NSF. She doesn't even bother trying conceal herself, standing with her back straight as she pushes her way through busy crowds with ease. She doesn't put any particular stock in her appearance, wearing the basic NSF uniform with it's armor removed in the field and the same set of jackets, shorts and t-shirt when not on duty.
Height
6 feet and 2 inches

Personality
Kaz is morose at the best of times and downright despondent at the worst. Ever since her Fangtech injector system malfunctioned levity has been a meaningless word to her, one she would never experience. On a normal day her face is permanently fixed into a near frown, usually only speaking when spoken to and not carrying conversations any longer than they have to go on. Her bad days are usually spent with her face screwed into a permanant sort of snarl, her brain unable to properly process her annoyance at being cut off in traffic or what have you so it turns into barely contained anger.

Role
Heavy Weapons and Support Specialist, can serve as a Breacher when needed.

Weaponry
-RIN-78 Minigun:A belt fed beast of a weapon. Weighing just under 100 pounds and capable of chewing through body armor, walls and light vehicles KAz is only able to handle this thanks to her cybernetically enhanced strength.
-Amaris EPDW:A lightweight grenade launcher marketed as an "explosive personal defense weapon,it can be loaded with up to six different grenades of varying types such as fragmentation, high explosive, breaching charges, chemical rounds and flashbangs.
-Pankration Gloves:Thick leather gloves reinforced with metal and circuitry that serve two purposes. The first is to simply allow Kaz to punch with her full strength without shattering the bones in her hand while ensuring she shatters someone else's. The second is to zap the person on the receiving end of the punch with twenty million volts of electricity.

Augments
Fangtech Injector System (Mk. Dasher): A modified version of the original injector system she was fitted with, this one has been specially insulated to make sure it can't be shocked into malfunctioning again. Besides that it functions the same as it used to, allowing her to release specially designed Berserker combat drugs into her system as needed. These drugs essentially keep her fight or flight instincts turned to Fight, increasing her reflexes and speed while also helping the body to stop bleeding faster. She will hit harder, faster and with no hesitation. The downside is that using them for too long a period will fatigue her organs, forcing her heart to beat faster and her kidneys to try and purge the toxins. Too long using them and she'll either suffer a catastrophic heart attack or simply turn into little more than an enraged beast.

The drugs are also based off her adrenaline levels. The more danger she's in the bigger an adrenaline rush she gets which in turns fuels the Beserker to push her harder.

Muscle Enhancement and Bone Strengthening: Dasher's muscles have been interwoven with synthetic threads to provide increased strength and protect them from tears. This allows her to carry her gear with little strain, as well as making her a formidable melee opponent with the ability to shatter concrete blocks. Her bones have been artificially subjected to repeated micro breaks and allowed to heal, grafts of thin metal coating her shins, elbows, ribs, spine and skull. The end result is a slight increase in physical durability, not enough by it itself to stop any but the lowest caliber of bullets can deflect glancing knife blows and shrapnel.

Eyes: Instead of relying on an external HUD Kaz has chosen to get it integrated directly into her eyes. She can choose to display all relevant information directly on her field of view as well as switching between normal, thermal and sonar vision. The third one in particular is very useful indoors, Dasher using it pick out targets behind walls and in cover before shooting through it.

Previous Careers
-United States Army
-Cardinal Command Security Consulting

Biography
Kazankova Dasha Bykov was born at Anderson Air Force Base Hopsital on the tiny island of Guam to Margaret Lyman, and American servicewoman, and Adrik Bykov, her Russian national husband. The marriage was already rocky and the birth of their daughter only seemed to worsen things between the couple. Before she was even one year old Kazankova's parents had separated. Margaret would have her during the school year, Adrik would take care of her during the summer months. And so her childhood was spent mostly on the move, traveling from base to base with her mother only to fly off to Moscow every June. It was hard to make friends this way, barely having enough time to settle into a school before being shuffled out and having to explain to every interested child that no she couldn't come over for pool parties and barbecues this summer, she had to go to Russia with her father.

Without any real friends available to hang out with young Kaz had to find ways to amuse herself, taking up an early interest in the fields of robotics, cybernetics and weapons technology. While waiting for her classmates to finish a test she would read magazine articles about improvements on prosthetic limbs, her room filled with various half completed mechanical devices she would tinker with before losing interest. Her life revolved around working out with her mother and dissembling and reassembling various household appliances to figure out how they worked, with very little in between. Whenever something went wrong she could bury herself in her hobbies. During the days after Tokyo was immolated in nuclear fire when her mom would pace the kitchen floor, on edge and preparing to be called up to go fight in some irradiated field, she almost never left her room.

Her interest in robotics flourished and by the time she was a senior in high school she had won multiple state and national level contests. These victories won her scholarships to a number of engineering schools and she was being heralded as the poster child for the next generation of robotics experts and cybernetics designers. But she decided against that, having had enough of formal schooling. Instead she became Private Bykov of the United States Army, much to the chagrin of both parents who had wanted more for her.

While in the Army Bykov volunteered for a number of programs that allowed her to field test cybernetic augments as they came off the production line, taking an interest in their inner workings. Most of them turned out to work fine, enhancing her capabilities in the field with little to no trade off. But the Fangtech injector system gave her pause. Kazankova had managed to get her hands on a copy of the blueprints and almost immediately spotted major flaws in the system. When she tried to raise the issue she was essentially ordered to shut up and get the implants. So she did, and for a year or so they did their job. She was faster, stronger, more dangerous and agressive, pushing through at any cost with almost no concern for her safety. It came at a cost of her humanity, Kaz feeling herself slip into the mindset of an angered bear every the drugs slipped into her system.

And it all went catastrophically wrong. When deployed to Afghanistan an IED set at a power substation she was guarding went off, the discharge of electricity overwhelming her injection system, triggering a massive overdose. Bykov dropped to the ground instantly, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from her eyes. She was left comatose for a week. There was a nurse on hand when she woke up which was how the alarm was raised. Kaz was still gripped by a murderous frenzy, snarling as she pummeled the nurse to death with her bare hands and blinded an orderly with a vicious headbutt before she could be subdued. It was another three months before she was able to go unrestrained, and a year after that before she was ruled as mentally stable.

There were no legal repercussions for her violent outburst. The courts found no fault with her, how could they? She had been ordered to use an unstable and untested set of combat drugs and it had unsurprisingly gone wrong. What she couldn't escape was guilt. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the look of shock and pain on the nurse's face, could hear a man's skull cracking and giving way as she drove her head into it. She was suffering from intense feelings of guilt and paranoia. More than that, she was no longer able to feel positive emotions. A side effect of her massive overdose was that her frontal lobe was permanently damaged, her emotional balance disturbed. Negative emotions such as anger and jealousy were magnified while any bit of happiness was so subdued it might as well as not been there.

Trapped in a sort of humorless nightmare and with nothing else to turn Kazankova became a mercenary, signing onto Cardinal Command Security Counseling as a heavy weapons expert and squad support, eventually getting loaned out to the NSF.

Affiliations
- Margaret Lyman (Mother)
- Adrik Bykov (Father)

Relationships [Optional]
TBD

Character Theme
TBD

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My Hider

Name
Daiyu Li

Nationality
Chinese

Age
30

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
January 2, 2001, Hong Kong

Appearance
Daiyu prides herself on her looks when not in the field, taking great care to look presentable at all times. Her hair is kept in place by ornamental combs and pins to keep it from hiding her face, wearing designer blouses with necklines that could described as impractically low and sunglasses that cost more than some people's cars. Her sleeves are almost always short and her midriff is often exposed to show off the intricate tattoos running across her body. For special occasions where some quaint show of deference to her host country is needed she'll switch to the collection of elegant silk kimonos she has in her closet. She makes no effort to disguise her robotic arm, happy to recount the story of how a stubborn horse fell on it's side with her under it. What she does keep hidden is that her right pinky is a prosthetic as well, albeit a much higher quality one.

When on duty she opts for a lightweight version of the NSF uniform, preferring the increased mobility over armor.

Height
5 feet 9 inches

Personality
Daiyu tends to be quiet both in her professional and personal life, usually content to just fade into the background and listen. If one were to make conversation with her she'd be a good participant, if not a particularly vocal one. She listens intently, often facing away from the other person as she mulls over their words but asking question just to show she's paying attention. But she shares little about herself and even less of it is true. You can learn all sorts of things about people by paying attention and waiting for them reveal more than she should. What sort of watch their wife got them for their birthday, how long they're going to be away from home on vacation, how badly they're in need of quick cash. Why would she risk revealing her own liabilities when she can pick up on those of others? Li is a very good listener, a comforting shoulder to cry on as she carefully catalogs any weaknesses. At this point its more of a habit, years of casing places for burglary and sizing up desperate salarymen to determine just how exorbitant of an interest rate for a loan you can squeeze out of them will do that to a person. Daiyu doesn't raise her voice except under dire circumstances, keeping calm and thinking carefully when presented with challenging situations. Her problems are approached with a clear head and resolute demeanor, emotion isn't allowed to interfere with finding a solution. Whether that solution is briefcase full of cash, a knife in the dark or a hasty retreat, she's always sure that it was the most reasonable option available.

A con artist and thief before she was a hired blade Daiyu puts a premium on politeness, never forgetting a name, face or son's birthday. She has a Rolodex of minor underworld figures local and otherwise, businessmen, celebrities, all manner of people's she worked for, with and against. You never know when that cop who you slide a few thousand yen for a deposit on a home to can be convinced to report a suspect as having escaped, or when you can get an invite to a very exclusive fundraising party from a certain high rolling up and coming politician who really doesn't want some of his indiscretions coming to light. Daiyu excels at these sort of games, enjoying the give and take atmosphere of the web of lies and owed favors that connected high society with the low.

One of the only topics that gets her genuinely animated is art. She can talk for hours about the Renaissance masters or the sculptures of ancient Greece and the pop art movement of the mid 1950s or really any major era of artwork. She fancies herself a bit of collector, having a few minor pieces on display as well as quite a bit more that were never officially sold, or even sold at all.

Role
In the field she serves as an Assault unit, her speed making her a good candidate for smash and grab type operations. Out of common she serves as a sort of public face for the NSF, an immigrant who enmeshed herself completely into Japan and became a successful entrepreneur before signing up to protect her adopted home. She's used to shake donations out of her high society friends and can sometimes provide intel sourced from less savory contacts.

Equipment
Hewit Bullstoper-Chambered in .45 ACP this revolver is tough, sturdy, easy to use and easier to maintain.

Model 155 SMG-Lightweight enough to be wielded with one hand and with an integrated suppressor, it's perfect for quiet work.

Rope Dart-Useful for either rappelling up and down buildings or catching fleeing suspects, the dart can either dig into soft targets with it's bladed tip or latch onto buildings with it's prongs.

"Dàojiā" Pattern Jian- An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. This ancient designed has been updated for the modern age with a carbon steel vibroblade capable of dealing with modern armors. Eccentric yes, but no less dangerous.

Left Arm- A cybernetic replacement for the arm she lost in a horse riding accident, or so she claims. The arm isn't any stronger than a normal flesh and blood limb but can more of a beating .

Datapads- One is used simply for recording information that she'd rather keep private. Daiyu had it's ability to connect to networks removed to keep people from prying into her business. The other is a standard issue model where her more public data goes.

Reflex Enhancements- Exactly what it sounds like. Thanks to a series of implants connected to her spine Daiyu can process information faster than an unaugmented human could. Useful for ducking behind cover when shots start flying, or just a fun party trick.

Previous Careers

-Founder, CEO and President of Yùnqì Hé Zhīshì Brokerage (Public Knowledge)

-Affiliate of the Yamaguchi-gumi crime family (Not Public Knowledge)

Biography
Daiyu was born in Hong Kong to Wei and Chen Li, a new addition to a household that was barely making ends meet as it was. Her father Wei was a night security guard and her mother Li worked as a janitor for the cramped tenement they lived in. Two minimum wages jobs had hardly been enough to feed them and Wei's aging father, the introduction of another people was nearly catastrophic. Daiyu's earliest years were spent listening to her parents argue about money while Grandpa Min held her. By the time she was five the situation had gotten so dire that the family emigrated to Japan, settling into the Adachi district of Tokyo. The daughter managed to pick up Japanese pretty quickly but had a heavy accent for much of her childhood, marking her as a foreigner. She got into fights often, throwing punches at any kid who mocked her accent or place of birth no matter how much bigger or older they where. After the third black eye before her seventh birthday her Grandfather made her an offer: if she kept her grades up he'd teach her the arts of Taijin sword-fighting and Heihuquan, better known as Black Tiger kung fu.

Daiyu of course agreed but found that she had actually enrolled herself in an extended lesson on remaining calm. Both arts are incredibly aggressive by nature but any time she lost control or put more focus on brute force than technique the lessons would stop and she'd be sent to her room to read in silence. As her skill increased so did her patience, Daiyu internalizing the importance of staying level-headed in any situation. She also began to branch out, making more friends at school and taking an interest in other martial arts, especially western boxing and jiu-jitsu. Whenever she was in class she was paying closer attention to other students than the lesson, picking up on any important gossip she could.

It was sheer luck that the Li family wan't reduced to ash by the nuclear fire that consumed half of Tokyo. They had returned back to Hong Kong to visit with family for Daiyu's twelfth the day before the bomb was dropped, crowded around a tiny TV set in an aunt's living room as the reports came in. Their home was one of the many that were completely destroyed. It took months for them to be allowed back in, Daiyu staring wide eyed at ruin. Although she would never admit it, she would also feel that after centuries of imperialism and refusing to answer for the atrocities they had committed, the Japanese deserved a good hit every now and again.

The slums that bordered the bombed out districts where the perfect place to go exploring, Daiyu picking through abandoned homes for valuables and putting on impromptu demonstrations of her skills for the others kids that were hanging around. Her standing challenge to any kid that wanted to test themselves against what she had learned was taken up by the leader of a small group of street toughs who sent his biggest friend to knock her down a peg. It cost her a few nasty cuts but Daiyu prevailed and was brought in as one of the "boys", so to speak. She quickly got used to it, learning to pick pockets and serving as a lookout while her gang raided unattended cars and slipped through open windows. One of her favorite jobs was when she got to play the lost little girl or the desperate hitchhiker, getting people to open their hearts and their wallets with a few tears. As they got older the gang moved into smuggling cigarettes and bootleg electronics, even occasionally dealing in narcotics. For a bunch of sixteen year olds the money was great, but they were also way in over their heads. The gang was found out by a local underboss of the Yamaguchi-gumi crime syndicate and told to join up or die.

Understandably they decided to join up. Daiyu's talent for creeping around the slums translated into a natural affinity for cat burglary,climbing up to second and third story fire escapes and slipping in in search of jewelry or loose cash. One of her gangs duties was to work at a mechanic's garage that served as a money laundering front, mostly there to look busy and keep people from asking too many questions. Daiyu would hang around the back when she could, listening with interest as smugglers and enforcers talked about business. Every time she turned up she was shooed away until the man running the store, Aito, took an interest in her. The young Chinese immigrant was taken under his wing, Aito showing her how to handle money and deal in the world of legitimate business. From the office overlooking the garage Daiyu began to work longer and more profitable cons, squeezing desperate people with exorbitant loans and defrauding clueless tourists with bogus theft insurance. All the while she was continuing to steal, gradually becoming more respected in the eyes of the Yakuza. As a foreigner she could never inducted in properly but she was appreciated for the steady income she brought in from her cons and heists, as well as her kowtowing to local customs. As a show of respect she had gotten tattoos across her back and arms that evoked the infamous markings of the Yakuza and would often dress in traditional Japanese attire, learning customs and showing deference to her superiors.

And that would have been enough for her to stay in a stable position as a tolerated and maybe even accepted outsider if everything had gone right. But it was not to be. As her heists got more elaborate and her reputation grew more people wanted in on the action, her already small cut being encroached on by the sons of proper members of the family. She was forced to scramble and try and cope with untrained and unskilled brutes on jobs that required a light touch. Predictably one of them screwed up. A routine burglary of a high end apartment went wrong and her partner was killed and her left arm shattered into uselessness when their get-away vehicle was hit by a van. She was carried out of the wreck and sent to a private doctor who had experience with patients who needed extra discretion.

As soon as she woke up Daiyu was on trial. The money invested in planning had all gone to waste and the son of a mid level Yakuza soldier was dead on her watch. She had been allowed to stick around as long as she had been making money but their patience had run out. Daiyu was surrounded by eight hard faced men who were ready to kill her and dump her corpse into the harbor without a second thought, with no way out. So she did the only thing she could.

She began to talk.

The botched heist had been the exception, not the rule. For years now she had been a faithful source of income, regular payments from her various scams supplemented by healthy bonuses from heists. Surely it would be a waste to throw that all away. Why not let her live so she could keep working for them? She be giving them a much larger cut of course, as penance. It was a long shot and she knew it, but luckily they agreed. She was under the thumb of the Yakuza now. They would be taking most of any money she made, as well as something else. Daiyu managed to convince herself to be grateful that their was disinfectant on hand when they made her amputate her own remaining pinky finger.

She was twenty one years old and needed to start earning money. She managed to plead with Aito for a loan and opened up a brokerage firm, learning the ins and outs of the stock market as she went. With a competent team of investors hired the firm was turning a decent profit by itself, but more than that it was an opportunity. It provided a way for her to launder the money coming in from the odd jobs and crimes of opportunity she was doing, and she could charge a fee to keep other people's money safe as well. The dirty money she brought in allowed her to hire more experts and move to a nicer building in recently built Neo-Tokyo, attracting more clients with more clean cash so she could wash more dirty money and use those fees to attract more...

It was a tenuous potion sustained by spending dangerous men's money on risky gambles to keep the Yakuza off her back while hoping the whole cyclical system didn't collapse like a house of cards. It was stressful, nerve-wracking, infuriating to see millions of yen that should have been hers go into someone else's pockets. And she loved every moment of it. There was a thrill to having to keep up a presentable exterior for the outside world while fielding inquiries and demands from the scum of society, a certain knack needed to keeping the whole ship from sinking. By the time she was twenty four she had managed to get it to a point where it could stand on its own. More than that, she was part of high society. Wealthy celebrities and industry leaders had shown up to her for help managing their portfolios on the recommendation of their bookies and dealers and the properties of their favorite brothels. Using her talent for saying just what people wanted to hear Daiyu got herself invited to dinners and parties and private screenings where she was introduced to more socialites and members of high society in need of a very polite, very intelligent and very discrete investment expert who was also willing to help make your financial records look a bit cleaner. It was another circle and soon Yùnqì Hé Zhīshì Brokerage and its charismatic young founder were front page of magazines and websites throughout Japan and the world.

No matter how much money she handled, no matter how many rich snobs she was invited to play golf with, Daiyu would always belong to the Yamaguchi family. So when they told her to sign up with the NSF to keep an eye on them, she did without complaint. Privately she knew that someone of her caliber was wasted on spy work. She also knew that it was probably an order from the father who's son she had apparently gotten killed in hopes of her catching a bullet. But what could she do? She was still a foreigner and always would be, even after two decades of trying to integrate herself. And so one of the biggest success stories in Neo-Tokyo signed up and smiled for pictures and made a statement about how she loved her adopted home so dearly she couldn't stand by and let it be torn apart, she was already starting to form a new plan.

Affiliations
-Wei Li (Father)
-Chen Li (Mother)
-Min Li (Grandfather)
-Wei Li (Father)
Relationships [Optional]
TBD

Extras
-Speaks Chinese, English and Japanese fluently
-Has a penthouse in downtown Neo-Tokyo for entertaining her high society friends, but spends most of her time in a rundown studio apartment on the outskirts of Old Tokyo.
-Has a private plane and personal driver.
-The art in her penthouse is all either recreations of great works or more contemporary pieces. The real ones are kept in the tenement building whose top floor she owns under a different name.
-Drops and picks up languages and accents as needed.

Smike's Sheets

My Hider

Name
Daiyu Li

Nationality
Chinese

Age
30

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
January 2, 2001, Hong Kong

Appearance
Daiyu prides herself on her looks when not in the field, taking great care to look presentable at all times. Her hair is kept in place by ornamental combs and pins to keep it from hiding her face, wearing designer blouses with necklines that could described as impractically low and sunglasses that cost more than some people's cars. Her sleeves are almost always short and her midriff is often exposed to show off the intricate tattoos running across her body. For special occasions where some quaint show of deference to her host country is needed she'll switch to the collection of elegant silk kimonos she has in her closet. She makes no effort to disguise her robotic arm, happy to recount the story of how a stubborn horse fell on it's side with her under it. What she does keep hidden is that her right pinky is a prosthetic as well, albeit a much higher quality one.

When on duty she opts for a lightweight version of the NSF uniform, preferring the increased mobility over armor.

Height
5 feet 9 inches

Personality
Daiyu tends to be quiet both in her professional and personal life, usually content to just fade into the background and listen. If one were to make conversation with her she'd be a good participant, if not a particularly vocal one. She listens intently, often facing away from the other person as she mulls over their words but asking question just to show she's paying attention. But she shares little about herself and even less of it is true. You can learn all sorts of things about people by paying attention and waiting for them reveal more than she should. What sort of watch their wife got them for their birthday, how long they're going to be away from home on vacation, how badly they're in need of quick cash. Why would she risk revealing her own liabilities when she can pick up on those of others? Li is a very good listener, a comforting shoulder to cry on as she carefully catalogs any weaknesses. At this point its more of a habit, years of casing places for burglary and sizing up desperate salarymen to determine just how exorbitant of an interest rate for a loan you can squeeze out of them will do that to a person. Daiyu doesn't raise her voice except under dire circumstances, keeping calm and thinking carefully when presented with challenging situations. Her problems are approached with a clear head and resolute demeanor, emotion isn't allowed to interfere with finding a solution. Whether that solution is briefcase full of cash, a knife in the dark or a hasty retreat, she's always sure that it was the most reasonable option available.

A con artist and thief before she was a hired blade Daiyu puts a premium on politeness, never forgetting a name, face or son's birthday. She has a Rolodex of minor underworld figures local and otherwise, businessmen, celebrities, all manner of people's she worked for, with and against. You never know when that cop who you slide a few thousand yen for a deposit on a home to can be convinced to report a suspect as having escaped, or when you can get an invite to a very exclusive fundraising party from a certain high rolling up and coming politician who really doesn't want some of his indiscretions coming to light. Daiyu excels at these sort of games, enjoying the give and take atmosphere of the web of lies and owed favors that connected high society with the low.

One of the only topics that gets her genuinely animated is art. She can talk for hours about the Renaissance masters or the sculptures of ancient Greece and the pop art movement of the mid 1950s or really any major era of artwork. She fancies herself a bit of collector, having a few minor pieces on display as well as quite a bit more that were never officially sold, or even sold at all.

Role
In the field she serves as an Assault unit, her speed making her a good candidate for smash and grab type operations. Out of common she serves as a sort of public face for the NSF, an immigrant who enmeshed herself completely into Japan and became a successful entrepreneur before signing up to protect her adopted home. She's used to shake donations out of her high society friends and can sometimes provide intel sourced from less savory contacts.

Equipment
Hewit Bullstoper-Chambered in .45 ACP this revolver is tough, sturdy, easy to use and easier to maintain.

Model 155 SMG-Lightweight enough to be wielded with one hand and with an integrated suppressor, it's perfect for quiet work.

Rope Dart-Useful for either rappelling up and down buildings or catching fleeing suspects, the dart can either dig into soft targets with it's bladed tip or latch onto buildings with it's prongs.

"Dàojiā" Pattern Jian- An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. This ancient designed has been updated for the modern age with a carbon steel vibroblade capable of dealing with modern armors. Eccentric yes, but no less dangerous.

Left Arm- A cybernetic replacement for the arm she lost in a horse riding accident, or so she claims. The arm isn't any stronger than a normal flesh and blood limb but can more of a beating .

Datapads- One is used simply for recording information that she'd rather keep private. Daiyu had it's ability to connect to networks removed to keep people from prying into her business. The other is a standard issue model where her more public data goes.

Reflex Enhancements- Exactly what it sounds like. Thanks to a series of implants connected to her spine Daiyu can process information faster than an unaugmented human could. Useful for ducking behind cover when shots start flying, or just a fun party trick.

Previous Careers

-Founder, CEO and President of Yùnqì Hé Zhīshì Brokerage (Public Knowledge)

-Affiliate of the Yamaguchi-gumi crime family (Not Public Knowledge)

Biography
Daiyu was born in Hong Kong to Wei and Chen Li, a new addition to a household that was barely making ends meet as it was. Her father Wei was a night security guard and her mother Li worked as a janitor for the cramped tenement they lived in. Two minimum wages jobs had hardly been enough to feed them and Wei's aging father, the introduction of another people was nearly catastrophic. Daiyu's earliest years were spent listening to her parents argue about money while Grandpa Min held her. By the time she was five the situation had gotten so dire that the family emigrated to Japan, settling into the Adachi district of Tokyo. The daughter managed to pick up Japanese pretty quickly but had a heavy accent for much of her childhood, marking her as a foreigner. She got into fights often, throwing punches at any kid who mocked her accent or place of birth no matter how much bigger or older they where. After the third black eye before her seventh birthday her Grandfather made her an offer: if she kept her grades up he'd teach her the arts of Taijin sword-fighting and Heihuquan, better known as Black Tiger kung fu.

Daiyu of course agreed but found that she had actually enrolled herself in an extended lesson on remaining calm. Both arts are incredibly aggressive by nature but any time she lost control or put more focus on brute force than technique the lessons would stop and she'd be sent to her room to read in silence. As her skill increased so did her patience, Daiyu internalizing the importance of staying level-headed in any situation. She also began to branch out, making more friends at school and taking an interest in other martial arts, especially western boxing and jiu-jitsu. Whenever she was in class she was paying closer attention to other students than the lesson, picking up on any important gossip she could.

It was sheer luck that the Li family wan't reduced to ash by the nuclear fire that consumed half of Tokyo. They had returned back to Hong Kong to visit with family for Daiyu's twelfth the day before the bomb was dropped, crowded around a tiny TV set in an aunt's living room as the reports came in. Their home was one of the many that were completely destroyed. It took months for them to be allowed back in, Daiyu staring wide eyed at ruin. Although she would never admit it, she would also feel that after centuries of imperialism and refusing to answer for the atrocities they had committed, the Japanese deserved a good hit every now and again.

The slums that bordered the bombed out districts where the perfect place to go exploring, Daiyu picking through abandoned homes for valuables and putting on impromptu demonstrations of her skills for the others kids that were hanging around. Her standing challenge to any kid that wanted to test themselves against what she had learned was taken up by the leader of a small group of street toughs who sent his biggest friend to knock her down a peg. It cost her a few nasty cuts but Daiyu prevailed and was brought in as one of the "boys", so to speak. She quickly got used to it, learning to pick pockets and serving as a lookout while her gang raided unattended cars and slipped through open windows. One of her favorite jobs was when she got to play the lost little girl or the desperate hitchhiker, getting people to open their hearts and their wallets with a few tears. As they got older the gang moved into smuggling cigarettes and bootleg electronics, even occasionally dealing in narcotics. For a bunch of sixteen year olds the money was great, but they were also way in over their heads. The gang was found out by a local underboss of the Yamaguchi-gumi crime syndicate and told to join up or die.

Understandably they decided to join up. Daiyu's talent for creeping around the slums translated into a natural affinity for cat burglary,climbing up to second and third story fire escapes and slipping in in search of jewelry or loose cash. One of her gangs duties was to work at a mechanic's garage that served as a money laundering front, mostly there to look busy and keep people from asking too many questions. Daiyu would hang around the back when she could, listening with interest as smugglers and enforcers talked about business. Every time she turned up she was shooed away until the man running the store, Aito, took an interest in her. The young Chinese immigrant was taken under his wing, Aito showing her how to handle money and deal in the world of legitimate business. From the office overlooking the garage Daiyu began to work longer and more profitable cons, squeezing desperate people with exorbitant loans and defrauding clueless tourists with bogus theft insurance. All the while she was continuing to steal, gradually becoming more respected in the eyes of the Yakuza. As a foreigner she could never inducted in properly but she was appreciated for the steady income she brought in from her cons and heists, as well as her kowtowing to local customs. As a show of respect she had gotten tattoos across her back and arms that evoked the infamous markings of the Yakuza and would often dress in traditional Japanese attire, learning customs and showing deference to her superiors.

And that would have been enough for her to stay in a stable position as a tolerated and maybe even accepted outsider if everything had gone right. But it was not to be. As her heists got more elaborate and her reputation grew more people wanted in on the action, her already small cut being encroached on by the sons of proper members of the family. She was forced to scramble and try and cope with untrained and unskilled brutes on jobs that required a light touch. Predictably one of them screwed up. A routine burglary of a high end apartment went wrong and her partner was killed and her left arm shattered into uselessness when their get-away vehicle was hit by a van. She was carried out of the wreck and sent to a private doctor who had experience with patients who needed extra discretion.

As soon as she woke up Daiyu was on trial. The money invested in planning had all gone to waste and the son of a mid level Yakuza soldier was dead on her watch. She had been allowed to stick around as long as she had been making money but their patience had run out. Daiyu was surrounded by eight hard faced men who were ready to kill her and dump her corpse into the harbor without a second thought, with no way out. So she did the only thing she could.

She began to talk.

The botched heist had been the exception, not the rule. For years now she had been a faithful source of income, regular payments from her various scams supplemented by healthy bonuses from heists. Surely it would be a waste to throw that all away. Why not let her live so she could keep working for them? She be giving them a much larger cut of course, as penance. It was a long shot and she knew it, but luckily they agreed. She was under the thumb of the Yakuza now. They would be taking most of any money she made, as well as something else. Daiyu managed to convince herself to be grateful that their was disinfectant on hand when they made her amputate her own remaining pinky finger.

She was twenty one years old and needed to start earning money. She managed to plead with Aito for a loan and opened up a brokerage firm, learning the ins and outs of the stock market as she went. With a competent team of investors hired the firm was turning a decent profit by itself, but more than that it was an opportunity. It provided a way for her to launder the money coming in from the odd jobs and crimes of opportunity she was doing, and she could charge a fee to keep other people's money safe as well. The dirty money she brought in allowed her to hire more experts and move to a nicer building in recently built Neo-Tokyo, attracting more clients with more clean cash so she could wash more dirty money and use those fees to attract more...

It was a tenuous potion sustained by spending dangerous men's money on risky gambles to keep the Yakuza off her back while hoping the whole cyclical system didn't collapse like a house of cards. It was stressful, nerve-wracking, infuriating to see millions of yen that should have been hers go into someone else's pockets. And she loved every moment of it. There was a thrill to having to keep up a presentable exterior for the outside world while fielding inquiries and demands from the scum of society, a certain knack needed to keeping the whole ship from sinking. By the time she was twenty four she had managed to get it to a point where it could stand on its own. More than that, she was part of high society. Wealthy celebrities and industry leaders had shown up to her for help managing their portfolios on the recommendation of their bookies and dealers and the properties of their favorite brothels. Using her talent for saying just what people wanted to hear Daiyu got herself invited to dinners and parties and private screenings where she was introduced to more socialites and members of high society in need of a very polite, very intelligent and very discrete investment expert who was also willing to help make your financial records look a bit cleaner. It was another circle and soon Yùnqì Hé Zhīshì Brokerage and its charismatic young founder were front page of magazines and websites throughout Japan and the world.

No matter how much money she handled, no matter how many rich snobs she was invited to play golf with, Daiyu would always belong to the Yamaguchi family. So when they told her to sign up with the NSF to keep an eye on them, she did without complaint. Privately she knew that someone of her caliber was wasted on spy work. She also knew that it was probably an order from the father who's son she had apparently gotten killed in hopes of her catching a bullet. But what could she do? She was still a foreigner and always would be, even after two decades of trying to integrate herself. And so one of the biggest success stories in Neo-Tokyo signed up and smiled for pictures and made a statement about how she loved her adopted home so dearly she couldn't stand by and let it be torn apart, she was already starting to form a new plan.

Affiliations
-Wei Li (Father)
-Chen Li (Mother)
-Min Li (Grandfather)
-Wei Li (Father)
Relationships [Optional]
TBD

Extras
-Speaks Chinese, English and Japanese fluently
-Has a penthouse in downtown Neo-Tokyo for entertaining her high society friends, but spends most of her time in a rundown studio apartment on the outskirts of Old Tokyo.
-Has a private plane and personal driver.
-The art in her penthouse is all either recreations of great works or more contemporary pieces. The real ones are kept in the tenement building whose top floor she owns under a different name.
-Drops and picks up languages and accents as needed.

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

First App, one more coming. Then I’ll choose from the two

My Hider

Name
Kazankova Dasha Bykov

Aliases
Casanova, Dasher, Kaz, Jack-Ov

Nationality
]American

Age
30

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
January 2nd, 2001, Guam

Appearance
There is no place in Neo-Tokyo where Kaz doesn't stand out. Taller than nearly every man she meets by a good few inches and towering over most women by nearly a foot, she has to duck to get through doorways. If her height wasn't enough of a give away there's also the matter of her pale skin and green eyes. She's very clearly not native to Japan or even Asia, a mercenary hired out to assist the NSF. She doesn't even bother trying conceal herself, standing with her back straight as she pushes her way through busy crowds with ease. She doesn't put any particular stock in her appearance, wearing the basic NSF uniform with it's armor removed in the field and the same set of jackets, shorts and t-shirt when not on duty.
Height
6 feet and 2 inches

Personality
Kaz is morose at the best of times and downright despondent at the worst. Ever since her Fangtech injector system malfunctioned levity has been a meaningless word to her, one she would never experience. On a normal day her face is permanently fixed into a near frown, usually only speaking when spoken to and not carrying conversations any longer than they have to go on

Role
Heavy Weapons and Support Specialist, can serve as a Breacher when needed.

Weaponry
-RIN-78 Minigun:A belt fed beast of a weapon. Weighing just under 100 pounds and capable of chewing through body armor, walls and light vehicles KAz is only able to handle this thanks to her cybernetically enhanced strength.
-Amaris EPDW:A lightweight grenade launcher marketed as an "explosive personal defense weapon,it can be loaded with up to six different grenades of varying types such as fragmentation, high explosive, breaching charges, chemical rounds and flashbangs.
-Pankration Gloves:Thick leather gloves reinforced with metal and circuitry that serve two purposes. The first is to simply allow Kaz to punch with her full strength without shattering the bones in her hand while ensuring she shatters someone else's. The second is to zap the person on the receiving end of the punch with twenty million volts of electricity.

Augments
Fangtech Injector System (Mk. Dasher): A modified version of the original injector system she was fitted with, this one has been specially insulated to make sure it can't be shocked into malfunctioning again. Besides that it functions the same as it used to, allowing her to release specially designed Berserker combat drugs into her system as needed. These drugs essentially keep her fight or flight instincts turned to Fight, increasing her reflexes and speed while also helping the body to stop bleeding faster. She will hit harder, faster and with no hesitation. The downside is that using them for too long a period will fatigue her organs, forcing her heart to beat faster and her kidneys to try and purge the toxins. Too long using them and she'll either suffer a catastrophic heart attack or simply turn into little more than an enraged beast.

The drugs are also based off her adrenaline levels. The more danger she's in the bigger an adrenaline rush she gets which in turns fuels the Beserker to push her harder.

Muscle Enhancement and Bone Strengthening: Dasher's muscles have been interwoven with synthetic threads to provide increased strength and protect them from tears. This allows her to carry her gear with little strain, as well as making her a formidable melee opponent with the ability to shatter concrete blocks. Her bones have been artificially subjected to repeated micro breaks and allowed to heal, grafts of thin metal coating her shins, elbows, ribs, spine and skull. The end result is a slight increase in physical durability, not enough by it itself to stop any but the lowest caliber of bullets can deflect glancing knife blows and shrapnel.

Eyes: Instead of relying on an external HUD Kaz has chosen to get it integrated directly into her eyes. She can choose to display all relevant information directly on her field of view as well as switching between normal, thermal and sonar vision. The third one in particular is very useful indoors, Dasher using it pick out targets behind walls and in cover before shooting through it.

Previous Careers
-United States Army
-Cardinal Command Security Consulting

Biography
Kazankova Dasha Bykov was born at Anderson Air Force Base Hopsital on the tiny island of Guam to Margaret Lyman, and American servicewoman, and Adrik Bykov, her Russian national husband. The marriage was already rocky and the birth of their daughter only seemed to worsen things between the couple. Before she was even one year old Kazankova's parents had separated. Margaret would have her during the school year, Adrik would take care of her during the summer months. And so her childhood was spent mostly on the move, traveling from base to base with her mother only to fly off to Moscow every June. It was hard to make friends this way, barely having enough time to settle into a school before being shuffled out and having to explain to every interested child that no she couldn't come over for pool parties and barbecues this summer, she had to go to Russia with her father.

Without any real friends available to hang out with young Kaz had to find ways to amuse herself, taking up an early interest in the fields of robotics, cybernetics and weapons technology. While waiting for her classmates to finish a test she would read magazine articles about improvements on prosthetic limbs, her room filled with various half completed mechanical devices she would tinker with before losing interest. Her life revolved around working out with her mother and dissembling and reassembling various household appliances to figure out how they worked, with very little in between. Whenever something went wrong she could bury herself in her hobbies. During the days after Tokyo was immolated in nuclear fire when her mom would pace the kitchen floor, on edge and preparing to be called up to go fight in some irradiated field, she almost never left her room.

Her interest in robotics flourished and by the time she was a senior in high school she had won multiple state and national level contests. These victories won her scholarships to a number of engineering schools and she was being heralded as the poster child for the next generation of robotics experts and cybernetics designers. But she decided against that, having had enough of formal schooling. Instead she became Private Bykov of the United States Army, much to the chagrin of both parents who had wanted more for her.

While in the Army Bykov volunteered for a number of programs that allowed her to field test cybernetic augments as they came off the production line, taking an interest in their inner workings. Most of them turned out to work fine, enhancing her capabilities in the field with little to no trade off. But the Fangtech injector system gave her pause. Kazankova had managed to get her hands on a copy of the blueprints and almost immediately spotted major flaws in the system. When she tried to raise the issue she was essentially ordered to shut up and get the implants. So she did, and for a year or so they did their job. She was faster, stronger, more dangerous and agressive, pushing through at any cost with almost no concern for her safety. It came at a cost of her humanity, Kaz feeling herself slip into the mindset of an angered bear every the drugs slipped into her system.

And it all went catastrophically wrong. When deployed to Afghanistan an IED set at a power substation she was guarding went off, the discharge of electricity overwhelming her injection system, triggering a massive overdose. Bykov dropped to the ground instantly, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from her eyes. She was left comatose for a week. There was a nurse on hand when she woke up which was how the alarm was raised. Kaz was still gripped by a murderous frenzy, snarling as she pummeled the nurse to death with her bare hands and blinded an orderly with a vicious headbutt before she could be subdued. It was another three months before she was able to go unrestrained, and a year after that before she was ruled as mentally stable.

There were no legal repercussions for her violent outburst. The courts found no fault with her, how could they? She had been ordered to use an unstable and untested set of combat drugs and it had unsurprisingly gone wrong. What she couldn't escape was guilt. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the look of shock and pain on the nurse's face, could hear a man's skull cracking and giving way as she drove her head into it. She was suffering from intense feelings of guilt and paranoia. More than that, she was no longer able to feel positive emotions. A side effect of her massive overdose was that her frontal lobe was permanently damaged, her emotional balance disturbed. Negative emotions such as anger and jealousy were magnified while any bit of happiness was so subdued it might as well as not been there.

Trapped in a sort of humorless nightmare and with nothing else to turn Kazankova became a mercenary, signing onto Cardinal Command Security Counseling as a heavy weapons expert and squad support, eventually getting loaned out to the NSF.

Affiliations
- Margaret Lyman (Mother)
- Adrik Bykov (Father)

Relationships [Optional]
TBD

Character Theme
TBD

Smike's Sheets

Kaz

Name
Kazankova Dasha Bykov

Aliases
Casanova, Dasher, Kaz, Jack-Ov

Nationality
]American

Age
30

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
January 2nd, 2001, Guam

Appearance
There is no place in Neo-Tokyo where Kaz doesn't stand out. Taller than nearly every man she meets by a good few inches and towering over most women by nearly a foot, she has to duck to get through doorways. If her height wasn't enough of a give away there's also the matter of her pale skin and green eyes. She's very clearly not native to Japan or even Asia, a mercenary hired out to assist the NSF. She doesn't even bother trying conceal herself, standing with her back straight as she pushes her way through busy crowds with ease. She doesn't put any particular stock in her appearance, wearing the basic NSF uniform with it's armor removed in the field and the same set of jackets, shorts and t-shirt when not on duty.
Height
6 feet and 2 inches

Personality
Kaz is morose at the best of times and downright despondent at the worst. Ever since her Fangtech injector system malfunctioned levity has been a meaningless word to her, one she would never experience. On a normal day her face is permanently fixed into a near frown, usually only speaking when spoken to and not carrying conversations any longer than they have to go on. Her bad days are usually spent with her face screwed into a permanant sort of snarl, her brain unable to properly process her annoyance at being cut off in traffic or what have you so it turns into barely contained anger.

Role
Heavy Weapons and Support Specialist, can serve as a Breacher when needed.

Weaponry
-RIN-78 Minigun:A belt fed beast of a weapon. Weighing just under 100 pounds and capable of chewing through body armor, walls and light vehicles KAz is only able to handle this thanks to her cybernetically enhanced strength.
-Amaris EPDW:A lightweight grenade launcher marketed as an "explosive personal defense weapon,it can be loaded with up to six different grenades of varying types such as fragmentation, high explosive, breaching charges, chemical rounds and flashbangs.
-Pankration Gloves:Thick leather gloves reinforced with metal and circuitry that serve two purposes. The first is to simply allow Kaz to punch with her full strength without shattering the bones in her hand while ensuring she shatters someone else's. The second is to zap the person on the receiving end of the punch with twenty million volts of electricity.

Augments
Fangtech Injector System (Mk. Dasher): A modified version of the original injector system she was fitted with, this one has been specially insulated to make sure it can't be shocked into malfunctioning again. Besides that it functions the same as it used to, allowing her to release specially designed Berserker combat drugs into her system as needed. These drugs essentially keep her fight or flight instincts turned to Fight, increasing her reflexes and speed while also helping the body to stop bleeding faster. She will hit harder, faster and with no hesitation. The downside is that using them for too long a period will fatigue her organs, forcing her heart to beat faster and her kidneys to try and purge the toxins. Too long using them and she'll either suffer a catastrophic heart attack or simply turn into little more than an enraged beast.

The drugs are also based off her adrenaline levels. The more danger she's in the bigger an adrenaline rush she gets which in turns fuels the Beserker to push her harder.

Muscle Enhancement and Bone Strengthening: Dasher's muscles have been interwoven with synthetic threads to provide increased strength and protect them from tears. This allows her to carry her gear with little strain, as well as making her a formidable melee opponent with the ability to shatter concrete blocks. Her bones have been artificially subjected to repeated micro breaks and allowed to heal, grafts of thin metal coating her shins, elbows, ribs, spine and skull. The end result is a slight increase in physical durability, not enough by it itself to stop any but the lowest caliber of bullets can deflect glancing knife blows and shrapnel.

Eyes: Instead of relying on an external HUD Kaz has chosen to get it integrated directly into her eyes. She can choose to display all relevant information directly on her field of view as well as switching between normal, thermal and sonar vision. The third one in particular is very useful indoors, Dasher using it pick out targets behind walls and in cover before shooting through it.

Previous Careers
-United States Army
-Cardinal Command Security Consulting

Biography
Kazankova Dasha Bykov was born at Anderson Air Force Base Hopsital on the tiny island of Guam to Margaret Lyman, and American servicewoman, and Adrik Bykov, her Russian national husband. The marriage was already rocky and the birth of their daughter only seemed to worsen things between the couple. Before she was even one year old Kazankova's parents had separated. Margaret would have her during the school year, Adrik would take care of her during the summer months. And so her childhood was spent mostly on the move, traveling from base to base with her mother only to fly off to Moscow every June. It was hard to make friends this way, barely having enough time to settle into a school before being shuffled out and having to explain to every interested child that no she couldn't come over for pool parties and barbecues this summer, she had to go to Russia with her father.

Without any real friends available to hang out with young Kaz had to find ways to amuse herself, taking up an early interest in the fields of robotics, cybernetics and weapons technology. While waiting for her classmates to finish a test she would read magazine articles about improvements on prosthetic limbs, her room filled with various half completed mechanical devices she would tinker with before losing interest. Her life revolved around working out with her mother and dissembling and reassembling various household appliances to figure out how they worked, with very little in between. Whenever something went wrong she could bury herself in her hobbies. During the days after Tokyo was immolated in nuclear fire when her mom would pace the kitchen floor, on edge and preparing to be called up to go fight in some irradiated field, she almost never left her room.

Her interest in robotics flourished and by the time she was a senior in high school she had won multiple state and national level contests. These victories won her scholarships to a number of engineering schools and she was being heralded as the poster child for the next generation of robotics experts and cybernetics designers. But she decided against that, having had enough of formal schooling. Instead she became Private Bykov of the United States Army, much to the chagrin of both parents who had wanted more for her.

While in the Army Bykov volunteered for a number of programs that allowed her to field test cybernetic augments as they came off the production line, taking an interest in their inner workings. Most of them turned out to work fine, enhancing her capabilities in the field with little to no trade off. But the Fangtech injector system gave her pause. Kazankova had managed to get her hands on a copy of the blueprints and almost immediately spotted major flaws in the system. When she tried to raise the issue she was essentially ordered to shut up and get the implants. So she did, and for a year or so they did their job. She was faster, stronger, more dangerous and agressive, pushing through at any cost with almost no concern for her safety. It came at a cost of her humanity, Kaz feeling herself slip into the mindset of an angered bear every the drugs slipped into her system.

And it all went catastrophically wrong. When deployed to Afghanistan an IED set at a power substation she was guarding went off, the discharge of electricity overwhelming her injection system, triggering a massive overdose. Bykov dropped to the ground instantly, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from her eyes. She was left comatose for a week. There was a nurse on hand when she woke up which was how the alarm was raised. Kaz was still gripped by a murderous frenzy, snarling as she pummeled the nurse to death with her bare hands and blinded an orderly with a vicious headbutt before she could be subdued. It was another three months before she was able to go unrestrained, and a year after that before she was ruled as mentally stable.

There were no legal repercussions for her violent outburst. The courts found no fault with her, how could they? She had been ordered to use an unstable and untested set of combat drugs and it had unsurprisingly gone wrong. What she couldn't escape was guilt. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the look of shock and pain on the nurse's face, could hear a man's skull cracking and giving way as she drove her head into it. She was suffering from intense feelings of guilt and paranoia. More than that, she was no longer able to feel positive emotions. A side effect of her massive overdose was that her frontal lobe was permanently damaged, her emotional balance disturbed. Negative emotions such as anger and jealousy were magnified while any bit of happiness was so subdued it might as well as not been there.

Trapped in a sort of humorless nightmare and with nothing else to turn Kazankova became a mercenary, signing onto Cardinal Command Security Counseling as a heavy weapons expert and squad support, eventually getting loaned out to the NSF.

Affiliations
- Margaret Lyman (Mother)
- Adrik Bykov (Father)

Relationships [Optional]
TBD

Character Theme
TBD

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

Will work on app later

NEO-TOKYO: State of Disarray - Cyberpunk RP

I vote Jinrai. They seem more flexible than the NSF