TrippyNightmare

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop
I'll just go for a re-write.
Are there even any roles left?

Also, Why does Vietmyke get extra reserve money?

@Dark Light

Anything not fixer/netrunner.

Read his backstory - the extra at the end.

Fraud Unit is wondering where he is right now :).

Neon Lights

@DeadDrop

I'm assuming the rest of her is fine aside from the taser?

@TheWindel

Take the taser out and you can post her :))

In regards to discords, I mean we have OOC here just for discussion etc. I'm not a fan of discord, because there will be like 200 messages missed whenever I get on. Plus it kills OOC here, :(.

Unless everyone here wants one, or if TFD is in agreement we'll stick to OOC for now unless it becomes unBEARable.

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

@Didgeridont
I've overhauled the CS, let me know if there are any more lore issues.

Critical Space

@SkaldYou ded?

Neon Lights

@tfd@DeadDrop

If either of you are on I need to talk to both of you via PM's about character idea

@FallenTrinity

Yea pm me.

We decided to pick Romanov over Jordan, after comparing the sheets and making a decision

You have a choice, you could probably working in your story you were a sub fixer for Romanov and turned Solo after she took over (and then got picked up by the gang.)

Or rewrite, which is what it appears.
@Lonewolf685

Please post in CS you're in ;)

@TheWindel

The hand taser is exotic and, sadly isn't available right now.

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

@Didgeridont
I'll make the changes tonight. Thank you.

Neon Lights

EDIT: Nevermind. I see you have a netrunner.

@Innis

Yea, sorry. You can rewrite or apply for a diff role tho.

Erin Blake - Rockergirl

☠ Erin Blake ☠

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"Stay down or stay dead."

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LOOKS
What Erin lacks in size and height, she more than makes up for in unique appearances. A short woman of twenty years, her dull gray hair-which may or may not have been permanently dyed at some point-is kept in a shaggy ponytail and her orange eyes, usually devoid of caring, light up with fury when placed under the heat of the stage lights. She also likes to go for the punk school girl look when she can as part of her stage appearance. Because of this, she will always opt for a skirt, school shirt, and jacket over her armor in public coupled with some makeup, and maybe fake fangs too on stage. For some reason that tends to reel in the big money and lower quite a few guards down.

PSYCHE
Erin is a quiet girl who ironically has the perfect voice for screamos and other such punk concerts. While appearing lackluster on the talking front in anywhere else, she takes a complete turn of persona on stage, becoming a mad and raving beast of metal musical power. Still, that’s just the stage character talking; the real Erin doesn’t much care for others aside from a select few and won’t question shooting someone up for the sake of the gang. As long as it pays her, she has no qualms with sentimentality and empathy.

HEAT
Nothing too significant given most of the public knows her only as her stage get-up, Scratch Metal. She’s had her fair share of celebrity stalkers and nutjob fans of course but a few bullets can do wonders in keeping people silenced forever. If she’s pissed anyone off, it’s because she’s ignored them on the street or didn’t give them an autograph.

STREET CRED

Small but persistent. Despite her reputation musically, she’s still just a local one-man band. Her popularity depends mostly on word of mouth.

THE STORY- ROCKERGIRL
At some point, Erin had considered becoming a cop for the sake of patrolling the rampant streets of Night City. For some reason, she had a morbid fascination with the blatant police brutality and overall violence witnessed in the world around her. Evidently, that sort of thinking changed soon enough when she met a woman by name of Romanov Borsky. Lacking a child prodigy herself, the “doctor” took Erin under her wing and convinced her of much more promising aspects for her talent.

After all, it was Romanov who had suggested Erin take up the rockergirl gig in attempts to make a few extra cash on the side. Seeing nothing else better to do with her life, Erin became a business partner of sorts to the older woman, the two of them going strong in their money-making ways. That wasn’t to say Erin had completely forgotten her shoddy and self-learned cop training though; it was Romanov even still who taught her how to use a gun.

Still, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere on their own, and so when an upstart gang began collecting for members Erin jumped at the chance for better profit. After all, shooting people up and singing equaled money at the end of the day anyway. It just so happened that Romanov followed her lead, still all too eager to groom the young girl into something worth her amusement.

As such, Erin likens herself as the gang’s method to a quick buck, pulling off small-time shows and stunts whenever she can as "Scratch Metal”, the uppity middle-finger to authority and society who screams her lungs out over the mic. Of course, she’s not above putting bullets in people for the gang either; whatever gets her pay day. There’s also the fact that her sister is a complete fucking psychopath too. But that’s not her story to tell.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

▶Federated Arms x-38 : Cost: €35

▶ Fed. Arms Tech Assault II: Cost: €400

▶ Hand Taser: Cost: €50

▶ Kevlar Clothing: Cost: €50

▶ Flakk Pants: Cost: €200

▶ Detention Collar: Cost: €260

▶ Electric Guitar: Cost: €300

▶ MiniAmp: Cost: €220

▶ Total Cost: €1,515

▶ Remaining Cost: €485

...AND THE REST
Miscellaneous.

@TheWindel

Sexy, i'll check if out later

Neon Lights

@Dark Light
Let me know when you finish so we can judge both sheets.

@Lonewolf685
Thanks for the submission we'll review it soon :)

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

The Old Man

"Listen in the net, I'm king. Netwatch, the corps, anyone else who tries to get in my way will be suckin' black ice."

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Birth Name





"Some people wished it stopped raining, I don't think I could live without it."
Monterey, California - April 22nd, 2000.


Goonster stands at about six feet tall, he wears a cheap bland black suit with black tie. He has no hair, as the man is old and balding at his day and age. He appears to be of a skinny build, on the back of his head are various ports - jacks for jacking into the net. He has wrinkles, of course, crows feet on his eyes. He has a nice pair of designer dress shoes on and a digi-watch on his wrist. Upon his face are a plain, bland pair of spectacles. He appears to be of 180 pounds, and facial features that would indicate him being of Slavic descent. He speaks with a slight Russian accent.


Male



"Life is simpler in the net."




Cyberdeck Building - Having been a career deck-jockey, Goonster knows how to maintain, kit and upgrade decks.

Electronic Security - He's skilled in cracking, defending, anti-personnel attacks. You name it, he can do it - in the net.

Pistols - He's handled handguns in his youth when he use to be in a gang, but that was a long time ago.



Neuralwear Processor - the baseline for neural wear cybernetics

Model 100 Plugs - plugs that fit into the back of the head, they provide some physical defense against BLACK ICE.

Pacemaker Coprocessor - A pacemaker that will restart the heart against ICE. This won't work for BLACK ICE.




_{Goonster Nato, 2020}

"Yea eat it! Zeroed the fuck quick, the Tsars sends its regards."

It wasn't a messy process for the Natos to move to the states, jumping out and away from the Russian Federation had been done before and the Natos were not the first. Both farmers, they weren't ready for the journey that awaited them. Taking a cargo ship to Seattle cost the family most of its money, smuggling was expensive back in 2000. The ship landed and the immigrants scattered, California wasn't as strict as it use to be. The Natos traveled to Monterey where they eventually found cheap housing in - a combat zone. On route to the land of the free, Goonster was conceived and he was born in April.

The combat zone was harsh on everyone and the Natos were no exception to this life rule, his father Robert Nato found himself joining a corp at the age of forty-five. His mother worked the soup kitchen in her spare time, she did have a child to raise. If only she knew her son would pick the life of crime with his father, which when he was old enough at a young teen age took up the way of the gun. He joined the Tsars - a prominent gang from the Russian Federation. The Russian gang was one of the smaller gangs plaguing the combat zone, Goonster soon found himself in combat but found a distaste for being a grunt, frontline soldier. He wanted something more, edge running comes with a risk - doesn't it?

That's when he got his first deck, it was shitty, small, didn't have many programs. Jacking in was a blast though, the net was something to be damned about. A coming from nothing kid fell in love with cyber space, like most deckers he spent most of his down time jacked in. The gang took notice when they lost a troop for patrols, then they realised his potential. Egging on his addiction to the net, the gang helped him acquire chips and gear to help boost his decking capabilities. They used Goonster to hit small corps, banks, bypass security. Despite being a means to an end, Goonster liked it - the net, not the work. It was the thrill that kept him on hopped up on life.

Under the handle Jack Frost a befitting name for a black ICE user, Goonster began to move his operations out of the combat zone. This attributed to an NCPD raid that crippled the gang as NCPD started it's operation to "recover" the district. That's when Goonster fled with his gear, he moved to Seattle where the heat would be off him. In Seattle, that's where he made a name for himself. Jacking into corps, taking their data and selling them. That was mostly his game, sell the info for the highest price. It's how he became wealthy, with the wealth he moved his parents over to Seattle with him. Over the next thirty years, Goonster would work for various corporations, gangs - anyone that would pay.

In this time, he's killed or crippled countless deckers. Some say Goonster packs only BLACK ICE for his anti-personnel setup, of course, first-hand witnesses are hard to come by. Partly because of these witnesses, the frontal lobe is liquid or their hearts stopped. His custom deck usually out guns the other deckers, he claims to be the best in Seattle but that's up for debate. Isn't that why Biotechnica hired him? He's the best, after all, he's the cyber expert you'd expect them to be begging for.

Wrong.

_{Mrs. ████, Mr. ██████████████, and Mr. ████████}

"Nato, if only you understood the problem you've just created."

The man jolted in his seat, his hands unconsciously gripping onto the arm rests of his chair. His body breaking into spasms as blood rushed out his mouth and nose, two men in lab coats ran to the man while a technician in a jumpsuit began typing on a computer. It was too late, the man succumbed to his injuries. Black Ice had crushed his heart, it was evident when the flat line hit his machine and the dull audio cued. This was the second Decker to get flat lined this month, it was then that the suits came in. Executives of Biotechnica, it had been decided this Deckjockey attacking Biotechnica would be grabbed by their security teams.

Maybe Goonster had been sloppy, he was verging on the age of fifty. Rocking forty-nine years of age in his Seattle penthouse, he went through the documents he had lifted from the mega Corp. While he ran his decrypter, he got out of the menu. Leaving the net and back to the real world, that's when he saw twelve men in security gear around him. His hands raised in the air, he was swiftly beaten to the floor and restrained before he was hauled off, down and out his apartment to Biotechnica.

It took forever, but when the had the bag removed from his head he has faced with three executives a contract. "Nato, if only you understood the problem you've just created. Those Deckers you flat lined? They were working on an important job, a mission of ours. Now we need replacements, understood? Work for us, for this job - maybe even more if you like making money. Or, we'll send you back to the net right here - and Ice you." The woman on the left says, in a kind voice just before she switches to a deeper more serious tone when she brings up "Icing Nato."

Without looking at the contract, he signed. Dotting the I's and crossing the Ts. He still had the net to live for, his family, his future. Whatever it was that needed to be done, he'd do it. Only time will tell if he'll flatline out, or cash out. One thing for sure, he'll need a new deck.

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BIOTECHNICA S.A. REGISTRANT PERSONALITY QUIZ

This quiz is a way for your employer to better understand who YOU are! Your candor is important and required, as lying on this document can warrant you a $5,000 fine and 2 to 24 months in prison!

Favorite food: Steak.

Least favorite food: Pizza.

Use three words to describe yourself: Harbinger of ICE.

Likes: I like the net, it's better than realspace.
My family is important to me.
My friends from my youth are cherished.
My Deck is like a rifle to me.
I like to explore the net.
I like technology, it's fascinating.
I am working on creating the best black ice on the market - was working.

Dislikes Cyber-Psychosis, the people who suffer from it. If I was able too, I'd shoot them.
An unreliable crew or partner, they will be the death of me if I cannot trust them.
Nosey people, I am a quiet and reserved man. Let my work speak for me.
Gays, they are disgusting and should be kept at arm's length from me. Anything closer is threatening.
Drugs. They have no appeal.
Cyber chips. If I haven't touched them and stripped them, I don't want them in me.
Racists. The Russian Federation conquered the states in the race for technology, this is evident. If you do not like the RusFed, do not speak of it to me.
These are my major issues, there are much more, albeit small.

Values:
Loyalty, if you work with me or for me. I don't want you to leave my side.
Hard work, you must work hard. Lazy people are of no use to me.
Intellect, it's been a decade since I've had a talk with a smart human. This excludes, cyborg and anyone with smart chips.
Reliability. You need to have my back if you want my trust.
Distance. I enjoy when people know when not to go too far.
My Family. My mother and father are who I care for.
Life. I'm glad I am alive.
Humor. I like jokes good and bad.

Strengths:
I do not talk much, there is less room for conflict this way.
I'm an "deck jockey", I can do a lot of things on the net. Getting data and killing others through the net is my most esteemed accomplishments.
I work well with a team or partner if they are competent.
I don't need to rely on others, most of the time. Leave me in the net.

Flaws:
I'm a weak old man, I'm not afraid to admit this.
I am not the quick shooting gunner I use to think I was.
I can get upset easily.
I'm not patient, everything must go fast.
I am not combat capable, give me a small knife or pistol I may be ok, do not rely on me.
I forgot things, sometimes.

Anything else: Allow me to use my deck or give me the means to build a new - superior one. Thank you.

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Thanks to @badguy28 for inspiring me.

Neon Lights

Where do we find the base price for clothes?

MY FIXER SO FAR

Jordan Faux

"Ain't nothin in this world for free, but what ever your after, I can make ya a pretty good deal on it."
I'll get you things that you didn't even know you needed. It's all about supply and demand baby, and if you only knew what I was selling to the others!"

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LOOKS

Jordan is a confidant figure, standing just below six foot.
His clothes and accessories are always reflective of his high society style and class. From his mannerisms and well kept attire to his physicality and grooming, he keeps himself in shape and everything about him says 'important individual.'

PSYCHE

Jon has an ego but knows when to put it aside. He has a clever calculative mind and tries to be in control of every situation, always planning two steps ahead. He can be charismatic and charming when required, but just as easily cold and intimidating.

HEAT.

"None"

Yeah sure the cops know him and might have an eye on him, but how do you think they got those non-police issue, HR-nightmare, weapons. Or the drugs to plant on that guy they don't like. He does what he can to help them out from time to time. To be a good samaritan of course. And if they happen to need a little extra money, well he's always happy to take a few unused items off their hands or come up with some other mutually beneficial 'arrangement' that will see a bit of extra cash going their way. After all, why shouldn't such hard workers deserve the occasional perk or bonus every now and then.

STREET CRED

"Small-time"

He's known to a few and by a few. He's that friend of friend, or the guy some one supposable knows but doesn't truly.

THE STORY

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY

Clothing and Armour (EB)

Weapons ( EB)

Implants (1885 EB)

• Nasal filters - 60EB
• Gill Toxin filters - 200EB
• Mr Studd - 300EB
• Sub dermal pocket - 200EB
• Adrenal booster - 400EB
• T-Maxx cyberliver - 450EB
• Chemical analyser - 200EB
• Booze master - 75EB

TOTAL: EB

...AND THE REST

@Dark Light

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This has also been added to OP.

Just to let you know, there is one other person applying for a fixer, once they post their app we'll determine which one of you is more suitable is for the role. The one who isn't picked will be asked to rewrite for another role, worst case is we scrap your char but I don't think it'll come to that.